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HEEEYYYYYYY, How y'all doing? I thought I make a post about my current WIPs! I just recently got into BlueLock and will start writing fics for that fandom. (Each title will link to the fic, if you'd like to read it!)

◦•●◉✿ 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦- 𝘎𝘌𝘎𝘖𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 3) ✿◉●•◦

This is my next release due to popularity! I've written a good chonk of this. I am still working on the smut and hoping to release this next week! (LOOOOOOSSEEE ESTIMATION :3

◦•●◉✿ 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫- 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) ✿◉●•◦

I just started part 2 not too long ago! I have most of the plot worked out as well! This also will have smut in it so it will take longer than Fluff would. I'd say this will be released in the next two weeks. (ONCE AGAIN LOOSE ESTIMATE lol)

◦•●◉✿ 𝕆𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕚𝕜𝕦 𝕩 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 - ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕀 𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊!! ✿◉●•◦

Y'all don't be mad... this is why i've been slacking... I came up with an insane idea for a fic with Oliver from Bluelock.... I couldn't resist.... Both reader and Oliver are not shit (both whores and need jail time)! They are playing a game of who will break who's heart first and reader is no better than a man. Oliver has met his match.... unfortunately lmao

◦•●◉✿ 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚛. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝- 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟽 ✿◉●•◦

I just released part 6 yesterday! Mama, I have not started part 7 lmaooo

Requests are open! But I may not get to them right away! Thanks for reading!

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This is my favorite series right now yall! IM ABOUT TO PUT YALL ON!! Obviously start at chapter one lmaooo

𓆩 WHEN THE DEVIL CAN’T REACH YOU 𓆪

𓆩❦𓆪 ch. six | IN TOO DEEP

𓆩❦𓆪 ft. College/uni au ➜ Michael Kaiser x Female! Reader

𓆩❦𓆪 summary. As a foreign exchange student in Japan, you’re ready to embrace the uni experience and start a new chapter in your life—and maybe even love. When swiping right on Michael Kaiser, you assume that his profile is fake so you’re quick to block and unmatch him. But when you cross paths on campus, he opens up a world filled with obsession and possession. You find yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull he has on your heart yet the question of “Is this real love?”, plays on your mind throughout—So what happens when the devil can’t let go instead?

𓆩❦𓆪 tags in this ch. 18+ (MDNI) heavy smut (at end of ch.), dubcon, mean/rough dom Kaiser, cunnilingus, clit slapping, dirty talking, masturbation, backshots, unprotected sex, creampie, alcohol consumption, clubbing, foul language, tension between characters, emotional manipulation, heavy emotions between Shidou and the reader (slight closure?), possessive n needy Kaiser as always, use of bllk SMAU

𓆩❦𓆪 word count. 6.5k

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𓆩 When The Devil Can’t Reach You… He Sends Someone Worships and Ruins You 𓆪

Three weeks.

That’s how long it had been since the fight between Kaiser and Shidou. Since the kiss. Since everything.

It's expected that people will talk on campus. Of course, they do. They went from talking about why Kaiser and Shidou were beefing to “Since when does Kaiser have a girl?”

In those three weeks, something shifted between you and Kaiser.

Need and want.

The words that left Kaiser’s lips were becoming a reality.

Because you both become inseparable.

It started with him waiting outside your dorm to walk you to your morning classes.

“You’re late,” he had teased you that morning when he showed up outside your dorm with a cup of iced latte, one hand stuffed in his jacket pocket.

“And you’re early,” you retorted, grabbing hold of the latte that he stretched out towards you. His lips curled into a grin, the smugness always stitched into his expression. “Well, of course, I had to get your daily dose of matcha iced latte to get you through the day.”

You bumped your shoulder against him with a huff, pressing your lips against the lid. “Thank you, you didn’t have–”

“I didn't have to, sure, but I wanted to.”

He even waited for you after classes, slouched against the wall with one AirPod in and his eyes closed, only to crack them open the second you stepped outside.

“Missed me?” he’d say without fail.

“You saw me two hours ago, idiot.”

“So? That’s two hours too long, liebling.”

And that, right there, is where your heart would melt. You tried to pretend you weren’t affected, but it was hard when he looked at you like you were important in his life.

Other times, you walk him to his practices and wait for him, sit on the grass with a book, or text Bachira and Chigiri while sneaking glances at him through the fence.

"You’re staring," he calls out once during a water break, sweat glinting off his brow as he leans against the railing, bottle in hand.

"I am not."

"You are," he smirks. "I ain’t complaining though."

There are nights when you hang out in his dorm. Or he’s in yours. Sprawled out on the bed, music low, talking about topics from psychological perspectives to what your likes and dislikes are. And when it’s quiet and just the two of you.

He’s kissed you more times than you can count now.

Soft kisses when you walk into the room. Lazy kisses when you’re half-asleep and curled up against him. Needy kisses that made you a moaning mess, feeling the way his fingers would fiddle with the waistband of your panties. But you’d quickly pull back with a sheepish smile and whisper.

“Not yet.”

Despite letting this man finger you so good last time, you wanted to take things slow and he was understanding of that.

At some point, he started telling you to call him Mihya. Not Kaiser. Mihya. A softness no one else gets to see.

"Just you," he told you one night, his voice barely above a whisper as he brushed his lips along the curve of your jaw. "Only you can call me that."

Nothing has been made official. No labels of that sort are being discussed yet. Just the both of you orbiting around each other and you didn’t mind that.

You still see Shidou now and then but you would turn a blind eye, acting as if he didn’t exist when you would walk past him or happen to see him at practice whilst you wait for Kaiser.

From the corner of your eye, you knew that he was constantly staring at you but you couldn’t care less.

Kaiser was your main focus now.

And now it’s Friday. The sun dips low in the sky as Kaiser is walking by your side again. Arm draped over your shoulders as his hand played lazily with the edge of your sleeve.

"You’ve got one class left, right?" he asks, glancing down at you, the sunlight catching in his golden hair.

"Yeah," you nod, and he grins.

“Good, let’s go out tonight.”

You glance up at him, seeing the glint in his eye. But before you can answer, you remember something.

“Actually… Yukimiya told me about an event his modelling agency is hosting at the club tonight. Kind of like an after-party for this new campaign they’re doing. It's an open invite, so I thought… we could go?”

Kaiser doesn’t say anything right away. His jaw ticks subtly, and his grip around your shoulders shifts slightly.

“I’m down,” he says eventually, his voice quiet.

You tilted your head, catching the shift in his energy. “Mihya.” Your fingers slide up to hook behind his neck, coaxing him to look at you.

His lips twitch. “It just sounds like he only invited you.”

You blink, now raising a brow. “No, it’s an open invite. Bachira and Chigiri are going to be there. Karasu and Otoya. Word has been going around about it so everyone will be there.”

Kaiser doesn’t respond at first. He just studies you for a second too long. But then, his lips curl upward into that cocky smirk you’ve come to both love and be wary of.

"Get in class," he says, leaning close until his breath ghosts over your lips. "I’ll pick you up after."

You nod slowly, backing toward the door, eyes locked on his before turning your head towards the lecture hall. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your back the whole way.

And even from the doorway, you heard him call after you.

“Wear something short.”

—𓆩❦𓆪

Your projector casts diagrams on cognitive dissonance and social biases across the whiteboard. Your pen moved across the page, scribbling down terms you’d probably forget the second the test came around.

You're half-focused, mind slightly drifting, when your phone buzzes quietly beside your notebook. You glance down and see a notification banner pop up.

@Yukimiya mentioned you in the “NOT LOCKED OFF ❌🔒” group chat.

You swipe open the message, and the blue iMessage bubble pops up:

You roll your eyes, chuckling under your breath as you finally lock your phone and slide it into your lap.

Despite the jokes, you couldn’t help but feel slightly irritated.

Why does everyone act like he’s this shitty person?

Yes, Kaiser had his ego. He had his smug smirks and sharp comebacks. But he’d also been soft with you and attentive. He didn’t snap at you like the last time. And the way he looked at you, touched you, wanted you, it wasn’t the kind of thing someone could fake for this long. Not without slipping up.

He didn't seem arrogant to you. He seemed like someone who gave a damn.

You exhaled slowly, pushing your phone to the corner of your desk and picking your pen back up.

Everyone else’s opinions didn’t matter.

For now, all you could think about was tonight, having a nice time and having him by your side.

—𓆩❦𓆪

The soft hum of SZA’s voice plays from your speaker as you do the final touches of your makeup in front of your mirror. Your lashes curl just right, your eyeliner is sharp and your lips are glossed.

You glance at yourself in the mirror, doing a once-over.

Your dress tightly hugs your frame, a black satin bodycon dress that falls mid-thigh. The thin straps cross at your shoulders and the dip at the neckline frames your collarbones perfectly with your gold necklace.

And to top it all off, you decided to wear some black stilettos that you had kept away, telling yourself that when you moved to Japan you would save them for a special occasion.

You reach for your drink that sits at your desk. A tall glass of vodka mixed with Sprite, taking a long, steady sip. It burns just slightly, but the sweetness of the Sprite masks most of it. The alcohol takes the edge off the nerves you didn’t realize you were holding in your chest.

You check the time on your phone and the moment it switches to 9:00 PM, there's a knock at the door.

Your gaze flicks to it, a small smile curling at your lips. You already know who it is. The same man who had picked you up after your last class walked you back to your dorm and promised to come pick you up right on time.

You take one last sip, placing the glass down and smoothing your dress once more before walking over. The moment you pull the door open, you swear that you melted in that moment.

Kaiser stands there with that same cocky grin, dressed in an all-black button-up, the top few buttons undone just enough to tease a glimpse of the chain resting against his collarbone. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattoo curling around his forearm. Fitted black trousers, dark boots, and silver rings glistening on his fingers.

He’s smirking. “Didn't anyone tell you that it’s rude to stare?”

The blush is crawling up your cheeks and you hate that he’s making you this flustered.

God, did he look so fine as fuck.

He steps forward, using his foot to gently kick the door shut behind him as you take a step back. But he doesn’t let you go far, his arms snake around your waist, yanking you against him in one smooth pull.

“God,” he murmurs, voice low. “You look so good right now.” His lips press to yours, slow and soft. You hum against him, your hands lightly gripping his shirt as his palms travel downward until it settles on your ass and grips so tightly.

“Mihya,” you mumble against his lips. “Behave.”

He chuckles, his mouth still near yours. “You taste like vodka.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He pulls back just enough to flash that damn smile before glancing over your shoulder, spotting the vodka bottle and Sprite on your desk.

“Already started drinking, huh? We’re not even at this damn event yet.”

You fold your arms across your chest as he strolls over to your desk, grabbing the vodka bottle and pouring himself a glass. You’re expecting him to pull himself a shot but no, he’s gone in pouring himself a glass like it’s water.

And he doesn't even bother reaching for the Sprite.

“Wait–” your eyes widen, “you’re not gonna mix it?”

Kaiser glances at you from over his glass, eyes narrowing just slightly. He tilts the glass back and downs the vodka in one go, no chaser, no wince.

You just stare in disbelief.

He sets the glass down and licks his lips, his gaze never leaving yours.

“What?” he says, cocky now. “Worried you can’t keep up?”

You shake your head, jaw-dropping just a little. “You’re insane.”

He shrugs. “Nah. I’m German.”

You narrow your eyes, but you’re laughing under your breath. “Just don’t get too drunk, alright?”

He raises a brow. “Shouldn’t I be saying the same thing to you? You couldn’t hold your liquor last time. Ran straight to the toilet like you needed to shit at that damn party.”

Your face is burning more than ever, now averting your gaze. “I did not! I was just… y’know, drunk?”

He’s already laughing, walking over and hands grabbing your waist again as he pulls you in.

“Oh shut up.”

“Still adorable, though,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He grabs your handbag off the desk and hands it to you, throwing it over your shoulder as you both head out the door. As you lock up behind you, he pulls his phone out, calling the ride.

He glances down at you with a grin. “You ready?”

“Ready when you are, Miyha.”

—𓆩❦𓆪

The taxi slows to a stop just outside the club, and the second you step out, it feels like everything hits you at once. Swimming Pools by Kendrick Lamar is blasting from inside the club, lights are flashing in a rhythm that makes your heart beat just a little faster.

The line outside is long, a mixture of people in designer fits, girls fixing their makeup and guys trying to charm their way to the front.

But Kaiser’s hand is already on the small of your back, guiding you past everyone like none of it matters.

“Is that–?”

“Wait, that’s Kaiser, right?”

“No way…”

The attention doesn’t faze him since he’s eating it up. But you on the other hand?

You’re shitting bricks.

His fingers lace with yours, warm and firm as he leans toward you just as you approach the entrance.

“You good?” he asks, low in your ear, lips brushing just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You nod once, heart thumping louder than the bass inside the club.

The bouncer who’s built like The Rock, dressed in all black doesn’t even ask for your names. The second his eyes meet Kaiser’s, he just gives him a nod and steps aside.

“Wait, what?”

Kaiser just smirks at you. “It’s just the perks of being a German Prodigy, y’know how it is.”

“Damn show off.”

You roll your eyes but follow him in, slipping past the velvet rope. The music gets louder the moment you walk through the doors. The interior is sleek with warm-toned lights bouncing off glassware and gold fixtures. Yukimiya’s agency clearly went all out.

You scan the crowd for familiar faces and it's there where you see Yukimiya waving you down from the VIP section.

Chigiri is at his side, Bachira grinning wide, Karasu already drinking, and Otoya with a girl leaning on him. The section is roped off and elevated slightly above dance floor.

You can’t help but grin to see a girl actually by Otoya’s side where he looks like he’s trying to rizz her up.

So much for Karasu saying that no baddies would want Otoya tonight.

You tug Kaiser’s hand as you lead him over, feeling his body practically glued to your side. But the second you approach, his grip shifts slightly, loosening as if sensing something.

When you step into the VIP area, the greetings come quickly.

“Damn, you look hot,” Bachira grins, pulling you into a hug.

Karasu leans in, giving you a one-armed hug. “Gorgeous as always.”

“Looking good,” Yukimiya says with a smile, nodding in approval. “Glad you made it.”

Otoya leans up in his seat, raising his glass while the girl is leaning over his shoulder. “Definition of dress to impress right over here.”

“You really went all out, huh?” Chigiri adds, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear like an older brother would.

You laugh through it all, returning the compliments and appreciating their affection. But the moment Chigiri brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, Kaiser was quick to pull you away by your arm, your back hitting his chest.

“Das reicht.” He says sharp and snappy with a forced smile as you glance up at him.

From the time you’ve spent with Kaiser, he’s taught you a couple of phrases in German so when he said that, you sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck.

Just like Chigiri, the others were taken aback and there's a shift in energy after that moment.

You shoot the guys a look over your shoulder, the one that clearly says: Be nice, hi or at least pretend to be normal.

There’s silence. Then, begrudgingly, Yukimiya takes the lead.

“Kaiser,” he says, holding out a hand. “Thanks for coming.”

Kaiser daps him up, his tone smooth. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Chigiri follows with a quick, reluctant fist bump. Bachira hesitates before offering his hand. Karasu barely looks at him when they clasp hands, and Otoya mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch.

Karasu doesn’t even try to hide his disinterest. “Wow. Thought you’d dress better.”

“Thought you’d be funnier,” Kaiser shoots back smoothly, flashing another fake smile.

Chigiri raises a brow. “Are you always like this or just when you’re in public?”

Kaiser tilts his head. “Depends. Are you always this boring or just when you meet someone better looking?”

You press your lips together, barely resisting the urge to groan.

“Okay,” you cut in with a bright, fake smile. “Next topic please.”

You look at Yukimiya, voice lighter. “Thanks for the invite. This place is… honestly insane. Your agency did a good job.”

Yukimiya smiles politely, eyes flicking between you and Kaiser. “Thanks, really glad you made it. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Kaiser hums under his breath. “And yet here we are,” he mutters out.

Karasu scoffs under his breath. “Jesus.”

Bachira hums low under his breath. “God forbid someone doesn’t cater to a smartass.”

“Okay, okay y’know what? I think I need a drink. We’ll be right back guys.” You chime in, turning to Kaiser and touching his wrist gently.

Kaiser raises a brow at you but doesn’t protest. You lace your fingers with his and pull him along, weaving back through the crowd as you feel the eyes of the others lingering on your back.

“Seriously?” you mutter, glancing back up at him as you weave through people to get to the bar. “Couldn’t even try to make an effort?”

“They don’t like me anyway,” Kaiser says smoothly. “Might as well give them a reason.”

—𓆩❦𓆪

Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the awkward tension by the time you and Kaiser came back to the VIP section.

It’s a lot more crowded than it was before. You can see Chigiri, Bachira, Yukimiya and Otoya are still there, drinks in hand as they’re talking to a couple of girls.

Kaiser is the first to notice his teammates. They nod at Kaiser when they see him and he nods back before strolling over with his hand still laced with yours. Within seconds he’s deep into conversation, sipping his drink as you stay by his side.

You’re tipsy now, the drink from earlier settling in your chest. Your cheeks are flushed and your movements are looser. You sway a little to the music without even realizing it, hips catching the rhythm as you lean into it.

Eventually, a couple of girls near the edge of the section compliment your dress which leads to conversation and constant giggling. They’re sweet and before long you’re dancing with them to the next song being played.

But from across the room, Kaiser is watching.

His drink rests in one hand while the other hangs loosely at his side. He’s still talking, nodding, laughing at something one of his teammates says but his eyes never leave you. You can feel it from here,

You glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment which makes his lips curl at the corners.

It's like he’s memorising every inch of you. The curves of your body, the sway of your hips and every flick of your hair are what's making him get extremely hard at this moment. His pants are tightening and quickly turns his head to pay attention to his teammates who are yapping his ear off.

But then your smile drops. The music keeps playing, but everything feels muted when your eyes snap to the entrance and you see two figures step through the doors.

Shidou.

He walks in with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his eyes narrowed and his lips in a single straight line. And someone else you don’t recognise at first glance.

The second guy is tall, lean, blond and gives off the same energy as what Shidou would normally be like. He’s grinning, his tongue running along his fanged teeth as he pats the bouncer on the shoulder and glides past the entrance like they were expected.

Without thinking, you hand your glass to one of the girls and quietly slip away as you push through the crowd. You don’t stop until you find the corridor leading to the restrooms, heart pounding as the music thins out behind you.

You step into the bathroom, grateful to find an empty stall and lock yourself in. You reach into your handbag, pull out your phone and quickly type into the group chat:

It's then you stop typing, your ears catch something outside the stall. Voices, not club noise, actual voices, just outside the bathroom.

It sounds like a guy and a girl talking.

You freeze, leaning forward slightly as you try to hear better.

“Oh my God, are you this desperate? How the fuck did you even get into this event anyways? Did you suck dick to get your way in or something?”

“Don’t worry about how I got in Charles. C’mon, just speak to him already for me,” she says, her voice low but urgent. “I’ve already tried to and he’s been ignoring my texts and calls and even ignoring me on campus. I just–”

“Well then that sounds like a you problem. He’s not interested in you anymore so quit bothering me, you whore.”

His words sting and it wasn’t even directed at you. But you also weren't going to just stay put and listen to him speak like that to this girl.

You push open the stall door and step out of the restroom. Your voice cuts through before anyone can get their next word in.

“Hey, what’s your fucking problem?! Don’t speak to her like that.”

Both heads snap in your direction.

“Holy shit, it’s you,” they say in unison.

You quirk your brow, directing your index finger towards yourself. “Me?”

Their reactions were the complete opposite. Charles had a huge grin plastered on his face, showcasing his fanged teeth. But the girl? The one that you were literally defending? Her eyes are narrowed, fists clenched as she steps towards you.

“Yes, you. You’re the reason why Shidou wants nothing to do with me. You ruined everything the second you came into that damn bathroom at that dorm party.”

Even in your tipsy state, it didn’t take long for you to realise that this was Marissa.

Her breasts were practically spilling out of her pink corset dress, her hair slicked in a high ponytail and her crimson red lips were extremely glossy.

Your brows furrow. “Now, wait a minute–”

“He was finally giving me attention,” she spits. “But you just had to come stumbling, vomiting and shit while he carried you out like a damn damsel in distress!”

“Back up.” Your voice sharpens. “That’s not my fault. If he dropped you that fast, that’s on him.”

Before she can spout out any more delusions, a hand grabs her arm and yanks her back, slamming her against the wall.

Your breath falters, realising that it's Shidou.

He stands there, hair tousled, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders and veins flexing along his biceps. He’s breathing hard, not from exertion, but from rage.

“Shidou–?”

“Shut. Up,” his voice is cold. “Don’t you dare get in her fucking face like that.”

You can see the tears building in her eyes as she screams in his face. “Why her and not me?!”

Shidou doesn’t hesitate, not one bit. “She’s not you. That's the point. You were just a drunk mistake that I wanted to fuck in that moment but… everything changed when I saw her in my life again. I lost her once so I didn’t want to lose her again the moment I realised she had finally moved abroad here.”

Your stomach twists at his words, shivers now running down your spine. Marissa is staring at him with wide eyes as the tears fall freely down her cheeks all the while Charles is just standing there grinning, hands in his pockets like he’s watching a Jerry Springer show.

You don't say anything. What could you say? He may have told the truth then and there about his true feelings but… for him to take this long?

Shidou finally releases her and steps back before looking at you, but you don’t let him speak.

“I’m done here. You’re so shit at communication and it's only now that you want to say all of this?”

You turn around without another word, your heels clicking sharply against the floor as you walk away. You can still hear Marissa yelling behind you and staff telling them to disperse from each other or they’ll have to be escorted out of the club. But you’re not looking back.

Because you’ve moved on.

And as you disappear into the crowd once again, you remind yourself of that again and again.

Even if your chest feels a little heavier than before.

—𓆩❦𓆪

“Where the hell did you go?” Kaiser asks, his voice low and sharp.

He’s leaning against the velvet couch, one hand wrapped around his glass, gripping so tightly that it looks like it’s about to break at any moment now.

“Bathroom,” you say simply, trying to brush it off, though your voice is breathy, your tipsy haze still lingering.

He tilts his head slightly, a vein now appearing on his temple. “That long?”

You hum in response but he doesn’t buy it.

His eyes stay locked on you, scanning every inch of your face like he’s trying to read between the lines of your expression and that’s when the worry begins to rise.

He pushes off from the edge of the couch and takes a step towards you until he’s towering over you, his chest brushing yours.

His hand slips around your waist, pulling you tightly against him, his drink now abandoned on the nearest table. You can feel his breath against your cheek, warm and sweetened by the dark rum.

“Do you know,” he murmurs low, voice dangerously calm, “how many people have been staring at you tonight?”

You blink up at him, throat now dry.

“How many people have been staring at you in this tight little dress? Watching you shake your ass like you don't belong to someone?”

You glance around, nerves rising, but no one’s paying attention. It’s just him now.

“Miyha–” you start, but his hands travel to your ass, his grip tightening as he palms it aggressively and that makes you clench your thighs together.

“Fuck, do you even know what you look like right now?”

With one swift movement, his hand comes up and cups your chin, fingers curling tightly beneath it, tilting your head so you’re forced to look him in the eye.

“And the worst part? You didn’t even notice and that pisses me off.”

You don’t get a chance to answer because his mouth smashes into yours.

The kiss isn’t gentle nor slow. It's possessive and needy, pulling you closer like he doesn’t want you to slip away like you did before.

His tongue slipped past your lips, twirling and clashing with yours. Thank God no one can hear you with the music blasting because it's then you moan into his mouth, earning you a groan from him.

He finally breaks the kiss to look at you, his lips slick with a dark gaze.

“We’re leaving.”

He doesn’t wait for a response. Just grabs your hand again, weaving you through the crowd as he guides you away.

And you don't look back.

But if you did, you would’ve seen Bachira with his mouth hanging open, Chigiri shaking his head with a faint smirk, Karasu muttering “Jesus Christ” under his breath and Otoya kissing a random girl against a wall.

But you also would’ve seen Shidou.

Pushing past the crowd like he was on a mission.

A mission to get to you.

But it was too late by the time you slipped out of the club, Kaiser right by your side.

His mouth parted like he was about to call your name. But the words die in his throat.

The only words he’s able to mutter out instead are, “Fuck, not again.”

—𓆩❦𓆪

“Miyha! S-Slow down–“

“Fuck no.”

The second you stepped foot into the hallway of Kaiser and Ness’s dorm, he wasted no time in lifting you and pinning you against the wall. Not even bothering to take you to his bedroom yet.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your dress hiked up so you’re able to feel his hard boner rubbing against your now damp panties.

You can’t help but grind against him, your arms wrapped around his neck as you try your best to silence your moans slipping out your lips since Ness’s bedroom is close to where the both of you are.

“For God’s sake, Ness is probably sleeping…” You groan out against his mouth.

His lips trail from your swollen bitten lips to your neck, now grinning against it. “Then stay quiet, hübsch.”

His calloused hands have a firm hold under the plush of your thighs, keeping it secure there as he carries you to his bedroom.

He kicks the door to his room open and barely waits for it to close before tossing you onto the bed.

You land with a soft thud against the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows, and staring at him.

Kaiser doesn’t give you time to adjust your hazy mind, his hands grab at your ankles before yanking you down at the foot of the bed.

He’s already unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes glued onto you as he slurs out, “Take the dress off now before I rip it off you,”

He didn't need to tell you twice.

You’re rushing to slip off the dress, accidentally snapping the strap off in the process. But seeing you in nothing but your black bra and panties wasn’t enough for him.

He crawls over the bed, in nothing but his boxers with his growing bulge on display. Effortlessly, he reaches for your bra strap before snapping it off, causing you to gasp out loud.

“Mi-Miyha? Why would you–?”

But he doesn’t stop there.

His breathing is heavy, ignoring a word you've just said while his next target is your panties and does the same thing.

A broken bra strap and loose panties were the least of his worries, flinging them away to the other side of the room to leave you completely bare in front of him.

His half-lidded eyes are on you, roaming all over from your perky tits to your slick puffy folds. You’re quick to avert your gaze elsewhere, your cheeks brightening the more you watch him and the more you could notice how his cock is throbbing profusely, just begging to be freed out of his boxers.

A raspy chuckle escaped his lips, instantly grabbing your face as he leaned closer to you. “Shy already, liebling? We’ve not even got to the good part yet.”

Even in a time like this, he still finds a way to act so cocky yet, it's attractive. He keeps your face smooshed around his hand while his other trails to your throbbing pussy.

“Want this pretty pussy to swallow my dick whole just like they swallowed my fingers that day,” his fingers now fiddle with your folds, causing you to gasp out. “You remember, right?”

Air gets caught in your throat, lips tremble while your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Of course, you remembered, how could you forget? He was so knuckle deep inside of you that day you were sure that you would’ve cummed all off his fingers if Ness didn’t interrupt the moment.

He lets go of your face, leaning further down your trembling body until he settles between your thighs. He slips his fingers out your pussy, sucking on each digit to savour the taste before yanking your thighs open wide.

“You have no idea,” his voice is low and raspy, his face mere inches from your glistening folds as he inhales the scent. “How long I've been thinkin’ about this”

He leans forward and flicks his tongue against your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue dips inside you

“Thinkin’ about eating this sweet cunt out, thinkin’ about stretching you out till you cry.”

He growls against your folds, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shivers through your body.

You desperately tug at his hair, the tips of his deep blue hair intertwining your fingers as you urge him to keep going and not stop. “Shit, Mi-Miyha, feels t-to good!”

The grip he has on your thighs tightens, his groans becoming muffled against your sopping pussy. His tongue never slows down with the way it plunges in and out of your tight walls, making your back arch on the bed.

He lets go of one of your thighs, reaching down with one hand towards his boxers. He tugs them down, just enough to free his large, throbbing dick that's been profusely oozing with pre-cum.

He wrapped his fingers around his thick length, pumping it slowly as he continued nipping at your bruised clit. “You gonna be good for me? You gonna let me use this pussy however I want?”

Your mind is spiralling, you’re trying to find the right words to say but you’re far too busy squeezing your thighs around him, rutting your cunt on his face.

“S-Shit! Right there–!”

“Focus, you needy little thing.”

You just earned yourself a firm slap on your clit. You hadn’t noticed when he pulled away from sucking your pussy since the impact of the slap was so quick. The slight sting he left caused you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

He continues to stroke himself, his narrow deep ocean eyes on you and decides to slap your pussy hard once again. The impact can be heard throughout the room alongside your groans and cries.

“Miyha! That hurts…” You trailed off, sniffling softly as you tried to scoot away on the bed.

But he doesn’t let you get far. He grips your inner thigh to stop you from moving. You swear that you can see him faintly smirking, like he’s getting off to the fact that he’s slapped your clit.

He tilts his head back, his hips bucking into his fist, trying to imagine your walls clamping down on him. “Just… answer me the first time and I won’t do that again, fuck.”

“Y-Yes! I’ll be good for you.” You trembled out, now breathing hard.

“Yeah?” He could feel his release building fast the more he jerked himself, his head leaning towards your pussy again to take your clit in his mouth once more. “And you’re gonna let me use your pussy however I want?”

You were too embarrassed to say the words so you frantically nodded your head instead. Kaiser could tell you were coming close with the way you gripped harshly at the bed sheets and your plush thighs trembling nonstop.

But he wasn’t about to let you cum, not yet anyways.

His tongue slips out your hole, his head leaning back to watch your face twist in frustration and that makes his lips curve upwards.

He grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. Kaiser pressed his hands into the small of your back, pushing you down so your chest was flat against the mattress.

A yelp escaped out of you when he kicked your legs apart, exposing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze.

It was taking everything within him to not cum at just the sight of your back being arched for him and him only.

His tall lean frame towers over your arched frame, giving your ass a sharp smack. He grounds his girthy cock against the cleft of your ass, letting you feel what was to come.

“Miyha!” You muttered out, grinding your ass against him to get more of a feel. “Please don’t tease–“

Kaiser gives you no warning at all. He notched his swollen tip at your folds, coating it with your slick before burying himself inside in one forceful thrust.

The pain is unbearable, stretching you out inch by inch that it forces you to stifle your cries. His head falls back, curses and loud grunts slipping out his mouth with him now fully inside you.

“T-Too big, fuck!”

“Heh, tell me somethin’ I don’t know.” He flicks his head back up to look at your trembling body since you’re nothing but a sniffling mess, digging your nails right into his bed sheets.

But his gaze lingers on your puffy folds swallowing him whole. And that's when he begins to start moving.

You still hadn’t adjusted to his size. He rocks his hips into your sensitive cunt again and again, setting a brutal pace that creates the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

You try to scramble away and that only pisses him off.

“Don’t you run away from me,” he growls out, tugging at your ankle before pulling you straight back to where you were before.

Kaiser leans over your back, blanketing you with his tall muscular frame. He grabbed a fistful of your locks and tugged your head back, forcing you to arch your spine even more. “Thought you said I could use this pussy however I want?”

The pain you were once feeling in your sopping cunt soon turned into pleasure but your voice was still trembling. “Y-You can! But–“

“But what? This pussy belongs to me. It’s mine and I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin it.” He snarls against your skin, his teeth sinking into your tender flesh, leaving nothing but bite marks.

His thrusts are unforgiving, punctuating his words with every harsh slam in your fluttering walls. His lips curve into a wicked smile, ogling at the recoil of your ass jiggling on his pelvis and your tight hole gets stretched, clearly still struggling to accommodate his girth.

Kaiser reached around and found your swollen clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, fast circles. He pinched and rolled it between his fingers, causing you to whimper beneath him. The added stimulation was enough to push you over the edge.

He can feel your walls flutter around him profusely and that only makes him let out a breathy chuckle. “Fuckin’ take it liebe, can feel your greedy cunt tellin’ me just how close you are.”

Your body shudders at his words. Why did he have to be so right?

The bed creaks and beneath you, the headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.

Your voice is raw and ragged as your orgasm finally came. Your pussy clenches down hard, your puffy folds rippling and grasping at Kaiser's cock as streams of your juices shot out of you, creating wet squelching noises.

Your body shook and convulsed, your nails digging into the sheets as you came completely undone. His orgasm was soon approaching, causing him to curse under his breath. “Fuck, gonna fill you up, gonna make you take every last drop of it.”

He buries himself to the hilt inside your spasming pussy. His cock jerked and throbbed as he emptied himself deep inside you, flooding you with spurt after spurt of his hot, thick cum.

He grinds his pelvis against your ass as he pumps you full, making sure that not even a drop of cum escapes out of you.

His cock still stays inside of you, twitching slightly but you’ve already collapsed on the bed. You're exhausted, your body aching due to the long position that you’ve been in and your eyelids flutter before they shut.

The only thing you hear before you completely pass out is Kaiser’s raspy chuckle, letting out a deep exhale before saying–

“You're so good to me, liebe. You're mine, this pussy is mine and everything about you is mine.”

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See You Later, Mr. President (Part 6)

Hawks x Fem!Reader Mini Series

FIND PARTS 1-5 HERE

Warnings: allegations of sexual assault, adult themes || MDNI

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“Should we be on the same laptop or on separate ones?” You ask as you set up the webcam.

“Let’s just join the call together. Nothing to be worried about okay? No matter what, we will persevere.” Keigo states.

You give him a thumbs up, followed by a determined look on your face. You set the laptop on the kitchen island counter, making sure your background was clear. Keigo comes and sits next to you on the barstool, his hand planted on your thigh. You adjust the camera so that you both are in frame. You start the call.

“Good afternoon, Mr. President. Y/N.” Your boss says.

“Good afternoon.” You both say in unison.

“I’ve requested this call in light of the recent video that’s been circulating of you, Mr. President. We have some speculation that the woman in the video is Y/N. People are speculating that the actions in the video were non consensual. So let’s address the elephant in the room, is that you, Y/N?” He asks.

Your heart was beating so intensely, it was hard to think. All you had to do was be honest but you felt scared in the moment. It’s not that you didn’t want to clear Keigo’s name, it’s more so that the career you’ve worked your whole life for is about to shatter into a million pieces. Your breathing starts to hasten. Keigo squeezes your thigh as an attempt to calm you down.

“Yes, the woman in the video is me.” You admit.

“And was it consensual?” He asks.

“Yes.” You both say in unison.

Your boss lets out a sigh and begins writing things down.

“As you know it’s a violation of your contract to be romantically involved with our collaborator. You will be facing some consequences as any employee would.” He says as he continues jotting things down. “HR will need a week to go over and investigate your case. During that time, you will be on an unpaid one week suspension. All your accommodation that we pay for will be on hold as well. That means your employee card and hotel will be cancelled. If we decide to further employment you will have access to those things again.”

“May I interject?” Keigo demands.

You raise your brows in reaction to the change in Keigo’s demeanor. He was pissed. He couldn’t sit there and watch you get scolded when you are their best employee. You squeeze his thigh under the table, begging him not to say anything.

“Yes, Mr. President.” Your boss says

You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to stop him once again. He looks at you and then back at the laptop. He was going to do what he wanted.

“This whole thing is entirely my fault. I pursued her in hopes that your company wouldn’t find out. I mean look at her, she’s stunning.” You kick him hard as fuck under the table to redirect him. “In fact, we’ve been together for an entire month and in that month did her work fluctuate?” Keigo questions.

Your boss checks the work you’ve submitted in the past month. You’ve recruited the most kids for the hero program. He nods his head and says, “It’s improved. She had the highest number of recruitments last month.”

“And you’re penalizing her? Her heart is more in it than anyone else's. She really cares about the next generation and it shows in her work.” Keigo states.

“You’re making good points, Mr. President. However, I don’t get to decide her fate. It’s in the hands of the higher ups. All I was sent to do is let her know the consequences.” Your boss says.

“Give me their contact information, I’d like to have a word with them.” Keigo demands once again.

“I will send that over in an email. Regardless, Y/N’s suspension starts tomorrow. Plan accordingly and we will be in touch. You two enjoy the rest of your day.” Your boss says before he ends the call.

The band aid has been ripped off. You don’t feel as sad as you thought you would. Maybe because it hasn’t hit you yet? Keigo watches you to see your reaction. You two just stare at each other for a moment.

“Where am I gonna live?” You ask softly.

“You have two options: I’ll pay for your hotel or you can stay here. You’re not paying for a damn thing this week.” Keigo says as he comforts you.

“What? Noooo. That's so much, Keigo. I have some savings I can dip into.” You say as he pulls you into a hug.

“I got you into this mess. I am paying for everything. I wasn’t asking.” Keigo says as he runs his fingers through your locs.

“I’d rather stay at your place, that way you don’t have to pay for my living expenses. I’ll clean and cook in exchange.” You say looking up at him.

“You can sit on your ass the whole week for all I care. You deserve a break. You work so hard, Y/N. Let me do this for you, it’s the least I can do. If the company doesn’t want to show you your worth, let me show you it.” He pleads.

“You know what you’re so right…….fuck them!” You say as you go upstairs to find your purse. “I had the most recruitments last month and they wanna fire me just because of who I’m fucking? FUCK THEM!!! Let’s go to the hotel and get all my shit. You’re so right! I need to call Mira!!” You shout as you angrily call your best friend.

Keigo couldn’t help but smile. He’s relieved that you aren’t in pieces about this and that you know it’s just a load of corporate bullshit. He’d rather you be mad than upset.

“That’s my girl. I’ll wait down here. Gotta check some emails and make some calls. I’ll be ready whenever you are.” He shouts upstairs to you.

He sits down at his laptop and calls his publicist.

“Good Afternoon, Mr. President, how’s everything going?” She asks.

“We just got off the phone with Y/N’s employer. They’re putting her on an unpaid suspension while HR investigates.” He says while responding to emails.

“I’m so sorry to hear that. Give her my best regards.”

“Any updates on your end?”

“The public is creating serious allegations. We’ve scheduled you a televised PSA addressing them with several news media outlets in attendance. It will commence in two days from now. We will announce the PSA once you give us the greenlight.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Do you think the public will believe that Y/N is my girlfriend or do we have to stretch the truth a little?”

“Stretch the truth. The public might think she took hush money to play along so we have to really sell them on this relationship. You need to buy her a ring and say that she’s your fiancé.”

“Woooaahhh, as much as I would love that, I don’t know how she will feel about that. It’s only been a month.”

“You can make up any story you need to make it make sense, Mr.President. You’ve got two days. Brainstorm with Y/N.”

Keigo takes a deep breath and agrees to lie. He hates lying but yet again he has no choice. His phone starts vibrating during his phone call. He looks at it and sees that it’s Ochaco.

“I got another call. Call you later.” He says before swapping the calls. “Hello.”

“Hey Keigo, I was just calling to check on you. I saw the video...” She trails off.

“Did you? I’m so glad the camera got my good side.” He jokes, causing her to laugh. “I’m doing alright. This has just been a pain in the ass to deal with.”

“Let me know if this is prying but is that Y/N in the video with you?”

“You have great eyes, Urvavity. It is her. That was the day you and Ashido stopped by her hotel room. I was ‘Mister. Hottie’ or whatever Ashido said. We’ve been together for a month.” He admits.

“Ahh, that makes sense. I had a feeling you two were seeing each other but you both hid it well. I’m sorry this is being blown out of proportion. You deserve a happy ever after, Keigo. If it means anything, I will be a witness or speak at any conferences. Routing for both of you.” She says.

You come down stairs ready to go, hearing Keigo talking on the phone. You walk into the kitchen and kiss his cheek. You mouth the words, “Who is that?” He mouths the word, “Ochaco.” He puts the phone on speaker so you can hear and speak to her.

“I hope you’re not upset that I couldn't tell you, Ochaco.” You say as you wrap your arms around Keigo’s shoulders.

“Not at all, girl. I know your employers have some crazy rule in place so I get why you didn’t tell me. How have you been since the video leaked?”

You fill her in on everything: your one week suspension, the sexual assault allegations, and about them cutting your accommodations.

“That’s awful, Y/N. Just know I’ve got your back through this. I’ll hold it down at the organization since you’ll be busy, Keigo.” Ochaco says.

“That would be great. Don’t be afraid to call if you need anything.” Keigo reassures her.

“Will do! Same goes for you guys.”

He hangs up the phone and asks, “You ready to go?”

You nod your head yes and you head out to his car. During the drive you start thinking about your life and what the next steps are. If you lose your job, you’ll have to go back home. You’re still paying rent on your apartment there. What about Keigo? There’s no way he’d be able to move with you, he’s the president of the HPSC. Why stress about it when you know Keigo will say, “It’ll all work out. I promise.”

Once you get to the hotel, you collect your things and check out of the room. Keigo managed to not get recognized, just by putting on a hat and shades. During the drive back to his place, it seemed as if he wanted to tell you something. You place your hand on his thigh and say, “thank you for helping me get my stuff.”

“Anytime.” He says short. He’s clearly thinking intensely about something.

“Daijōbu desu ka?” You ask in the little Japanese you know.

He chuckles, thinking it’s cute you’re trying to learn more of his language. He lifts your hand from his thigh to his mouth, plantings small kisses on the back of your hand.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. I’m just thinking. I spoke to my publicist while you were upstairs talking with Mira and she thinks we should each deliver a statement during a televised conference. She also thinks we should say that we’re engaged.”

“Why’s that?” You ask.

“Her concern is people could think you were paid to stay quiet and play along. She said she wants to avoid any more misperceptions and honestly, I agree with her.”

“That does make sense…” you trail off.

“But it’s only if you want to. I only care about your happiness.” He says kissing your hand while he steers.

You take a moment to think. It’s not a bad idea. You want your words to hold weight when you make your statement and it’s going to take more than a “it was a drunk night out” speech. How is he going to navigate through all these questions?

“How did we meet?” you question him.

“At the corporate event your employer held last year.”

He was right. He did attend that corporate event. He spoke with the CEO the entire night.

“How long have we been together?”

“8 months. We were long distance but I would come to visit for a few days every two months.”

That checks out too. Before you relocated to Japan, Keigo would visit your workplace every two months to talk business with the owners. You couldn’t believe how he fabricated such detailed lies that he could back up with ease. You get that he was a hero that did spy work often but you weren’t aware that he was this talented at it. Matter of fact, you just realized you barely knew anything about him. You knew surface level things: his favorite food, color, etc. But nothing deeper than that. Who is he and what exactly has he been through?

“Any more questions?” He says intertwining your fingers.

“No…” You answer, deep in thought.

Keigo furrows his brows and shoots you a look of confusion. He felt your energy shift completely and he knew something was off. Why did you get all cold with him all of a sudden?

“Daijōbu?” He asks as places his hand on your thigh.

“Just overwhelmed is all.” There was some truth in that lie.

I love a good cliffhanger 😭 Part 7 is starting off smutty! Hope you all are liking the series. 4 more chapters to go! Comments and notes are greatly appreciated!

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In The Middle - Part Two

GeGo x Reader Mini Series

Warnings: flirting, smut, rough sex, threesome || MDNI !! Find part one here!

Art: found on Pinterest but the tag says @/suhmizu or @/sukmizu

Geto: the doors unlocked. Just come in when you get here. 

Your stomach was in knots as you read the text on the train to Geto’s place. You picked a cute outfit, something casual but good enough to go out in, if needed. You wore a thin cream colored knit sweater that was practically see through. You paired it with a vintage Viviane Westwood plaid mini skirt and Doc Martin boots. Once you get off the train, you text Geto back. 

You: heard.

During the walk to his place, you tell yourself that nothing is going to happen between you and Geto. You repeated it a hundred times in your head like it was a mantra. Once you made it to his apartment, you checked your appearance in your phone before walking in. 

“Getooo, I’m here.” You sing as you take your shoes off at his front door. 

You were speechless once you saw him. He was freshly out of the shower, shirtless and wearing sweatpants that outlined his dick perfectly. His clothes are typically baggy so seeing him shirtless felt like a privilege. 

“You got here quickly. How was the commute?” He says nonchalantly. 

“Fine, it was fine.” You look everywhere else to avoid looking at him. 

He laughs and says, “I definitely thought I’d have more time to dry off after my shower. I can put on a shirt if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, it doesn't bother me. This is your home! If you want to be shirtless, be shirtless. I really don’t mind.” You interject. You just didn’t want the view to end so soon and you had a feeling Geto could sense that too. 

He pushes his wet hair behind his ears and says, “If you insist. Can I get you something to drink before we start?” 

“Yea, any tea is fine.” You say awkwardly standing at the front door. 

Geto walks over to you with his signature closed mouth smile plastered on his face. He puts both his hands on your shoulders, bending down to be eye level with you. “Make yourself at home. I’m not gonna bite.” His voice was soft like silk. 

You take a deep breath and nervously smile back at him. “Do I seem nervous?” 

“Yea,” he walks behind you and starts massaging your shoulders. “And tense. It’s cute that you’re nervous. Never thought I’d make you feel this way.” 

Just the thought of being in Geto’s apartment had you wet but him touching and talking to you like this had you soaked. You went in really optimistic, thinking you weren’t going to engage in any sexual activities. That was the goal, at least. You, unfortunately, were about to fold within the first 5 minutes of you being at his house. 

“Make yourself at home okay? I’ll go make tea.” He says as he places his hand on the small of your back. He lightly pushes you towards the couch so you’ll sit down. 

You nod your head and smile. Once he walks to the kitchen, you quickly whip out your phone and text Shoko and Utahime. 

You: GETO IS TRYING TO FUCK ME!!!!!! 

Shoko: We told you this.

Hime: are you gonna fuck him? 

You: lowkey I want to… but we need to start this fucking project 😭

Hime: I’ll try to keep Gojo here so you two can have privacy. No promises though, he stays pissing me off. 

You: thank you for your service 🫡

“I hope you like Jasmine tea.” He says walking out the kitchen with a tea set. He sets it down on the table and sits down on the ground. You slide off the couch to join him on the floor. He smirks.

“Thanks. Let’s get started on this project.” You say. 

You two start brainstorming concepts, cracking jokes and flirting in between. An hour passes by, and you two finally develop a concept. You were even able to get a couple slides of the Powerpoint done.

“I think it’s time for a break. That was a productive hour.” Geto says as he gets up from the floor. 

“Yea it was.” You say as you stretch. 

“I’m gonna go check the mail, a package got delivered.” He puts on a baggy shirt. “Try not to miss me.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at his comment. He laughs and heads out the door. You go through your bag, and find your perfume. You spray a little bit behind your ears and on your wrists. You get up and check yourself out in the full body mirror they had standing in their living room. Making sure that you looked irresistible. You quickly sat back down as the door swung open. 

“Honey, I’m ho- oh?” Gojo says as you two make eye contact. 

“Honey?” You giggle. 

“Not you, honey. Suguru, honey. Didn’t expect to see you here alone. Where did he head off to?” Gojo asks as he takes his shoes off at the door. 

“He went to check the mail.” You say as you stand up. 

Gojo eyes you up and down, taking in every detail. You got a little shy with how intensely he was staring. 

“Cute skirt. Did you wear it for me or Suguru?” He asks while flashing his dazzling white teeth. 

That turned you on. Fuck man, he’s too good with his words. 

“Last time I checked, you were supposed to be at Utahime’s.” You interject. 

“Ah, so you put it on with Suguru in mind and I’m lucky to get to see you in it. Glad I came home.” He walks over to his room. 

You’ve had enough of this.

“Why do you keep saying things like that? Teasing me about Geto specifically. Are you a cuck? Do you want to watch us fuck or something?” You say from the living room. 

He walks back out from his room with a big smile on his face and in more comfortable clothes… meaning he was shirtless and in sweats. You could see his happy trail that matched the white hair on his head. You immediately get choked up and try to keep your composure. Once again, being met with temptation. 

“That would be pretty hot.” He says walking towards you. “I don’t think I’d have enough self control to just watch though..” 

Your fingers start to play with the pleats on your skirt as the intrusive thoughts start flooding in. You imagine Geto railing you while Gojo shoves his dick down your throat, both of them moaning your name. You swiftly push your legs together as you stand there in shock. Gojo laughs and says, “Does that answer your question?” 

The front door swings open and in walks Geto. 

“Satoru, you’re home.” Geto looks at you and notices how flustered you appeared. He looks back at Gojo and says, “Satoruuu, what did you say?” 

“What? I didn’t say anything.” He lies. 

You look at Geto and your heart starts racing. You needed a second to get yourself together. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Where is it?” You ask. 

Both boys point you in the right direction. You walk to the bathroom and shut the door. You run your hands through your thick hair and start pacing back and forth. You wrap your hands around your throat, pretending to choke yourself. You’re having a silent full blown freak out. You take a couple deep breaths and think to yourself, ‘Everything is good. Everything is fine. If you end up in a threesome, you end up a threesome. Don't let your nerves get the best of you. You have to play it cool.’ 

Once you talk yourself down, you walk out of the bathroom to witness the hottest shit you've ever seen. Your lips slowly parted as you saw Geto and Gojo making out on the couch. Hands all over each other, tongues caressing one another, you couldn’t look away. You were fighting the urge to touch yourself but you just watched until they noticed you. 

“We were waiting for you, Y/N.” Geto says. They scoot over slightly, making room in between them. 

“Come sit here. In the middle.” Gojo says in a seductively low voice. 

You felt like prey that had finally been caught by the predator. You sauntered over to the couch not saying a word. You slowly sit in between them, tightly closing your legs. They both were facing you but you couldn’t make eye contact with either of them. 

“Have you ever had a threesome?” Geto softly asks. 

You swallow the saliva that was building up in your mouth and say, “No, not yet.”

Both men smirk at your response. 

“Do you want to have a threesome right now?” Gojo asks. 

“Y-yes.” You stutter. 

You still weren’t looking at them but you knew they both had devilish smiles plastered on their faces. Without any hesitation, Geto uses his fingers to guide your face to look at him. 

“We’re gonna make you feel so good.” He says in a low voice while staring at your lips. 

He gently kisses your lips a few times, as if he was teasing you. He decides to deepen the kiss, gently caressing his tongue against yours. His hands find their way under your sweater, fondling your breasts. You feel Gojo’s hot breath fanning on your neck while his hands make their way in between your thighs. You moan into Geto’s mouth as Gojo licks and bites on your neck. You loved the attention you were getting but didn’t want to leave the boys hanging. You place your hand on their crotches, palming their hard members through their sweatpants. Both of them moan from the sudden contact. 

“We should take her clothes off.” Geto moans as he starts kissing on your neck.  

Gojo steals your attention, using his fingers to turn your face towards him. He pulls you into a passionate kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat. He was a bit rougher than Geto was when it came to kissing. He starts to fondle your breasts while Geto tries to unzip your skirt. 

“Yea, we should or she could strip for us?” Gojo suggests breaking the kiss.

Your eyes immediately get big at Gojo’s suggestion but you’re not one to back down from a challenge. You stand up in front of the boys and turn around. You hook your fingers on the side of your panties and slowly slide them down your legs, revealing a peak of your most sensitive  parts to them.

“Oh fuck.” They say in unison.

You throw your panties at Gojo’s face causing Geto to laugh. 

“You’re not getting these back.” Gojo says with a smirk on his face. 

“Keep ‘em.” you say as you take your sweater off leaving you in a bra and mini skirt. “Who wants to unhook my bra for me?” You ask.

Geto raises his hand faster than humanly possible. You giggle as you take a seat on his lap. His boner pressed against your slick through his sweatpants. He unbuckled your bra and threw it behind the couch. He grabbed both your tits, placing your nipples in between his thumb and pointer finger. He let out little moans as you started to grind against his hard on. You both were teasing the fuck out of each other and Gojo couldn’t take his eyes off of either of you.

“You two look so hot.” He moaned as he whips out his dick and starts stroking it slowly.

You hum in delight once you see what Gojo was packing and you couldn’t wait to see Getos. You crawl to the middle of the couch again, staying on your hands and knees. You arch your back, sticking your ass in the air and laying your head on Gojo’s lap. The boys took full advantage and got to work. Geto takes one long lick between your folds causing you to gasp while you stroked Gojo’s dick. 

“You taste so sweet, Y/N. Gojo, you’d love it.” He says right before he starts really eating you out from the back. 

You couldn’t help but to moan as Geto sucked on your clit. He made it so hard to focus on Gojo because he was giving you the best head you’ve ever gotten. He was messily eating you out as if he was starving and you were a meal he had been craving.

“Ah! Fuuuck, Geto!” You moaned as you tried to get it together for Gojo. 

“Awh, you can’t even think the way Geto has you right now. Let me help you, baby. Open your mouth.” Gojo says as he grabs his dick. 

You do as he says. He puts his veiny dick down your throat, muffling all your moans. He starts to buck his hips slowly, fucking your face.

“Ahhh, that's a good girl, Y/N.” Gojo moans as he slips in and out of your throat. 

Geto licks his fingers and slides two into you. He wanted to watch you please Gojo. You notice him looking and decide to show off. You start deep throating Gojo making him moan your name. He gathers your hair and holds it in a ponytail as you lick and suck his dick, giving him the sloppiest head. Gojo couldn’t hold back any moans as your plump lips went up and down his cock. Geto pulls his fingers out of you and finally takes his dick out.

“I should stop before I make you cum.” You say looking Gojo in the eyes while you sit up.

Gojo nods his head and tries to catch his breath. You turn your attention to Geto as he starts stroking his dick. You smirk at him and say, “I have to return the favor.” 

Before you knew it, you were in the same position again but this time, Gojo eating you out from the back and Geto fucking your face. He had a tighter grip on your hair than Gojo did and every thrust was hitting the back of your throat. Gojo was having a field day in between your legs. He did in fact love the taste of you. 

“Such a pretty girl with a dirty little mouth, huh?” Geto moans under his breath as he fucks into your face. He thrusts a few more times before he pulls out. 

Gojo notices and lifts his head from your slick and says, “Yea she almost made you cum didn’t she? See, I’m not weak, she’s just good.”

You chuckle as you get up and pull your skirt off. The boys take that as a sign and remove their clothes as well. Geto stood behind while Gojo was in front of you. 

“So who gets the honor to fuck you first?” Gojo interjects.

“Geto, of course. You said you wanted to watch right?” You say as you get back on the couch on your hands and knees. 

Gojo does just that. He sits back on the couch and starts fisitng his dick slowly, teasing himself as he watches Geto rub the tip of his dick at your entrance. Gojo caresses your face with his free hand, sticking his thumb between your lips. You didn’t question his actions; you play along, circling your tongue around his thumb. 

“Think you’ll be able to take it?” Gojo asks. 

“This isn’t my first- Hah!” You jump as Geto slowly pushes into you. Gojo couldn’t help but smirk as he watched both of your faces contorted in pleasure from one another. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his girthy dick stretch you out in the best way.

“You’re stretching me the fuck out!” You whine as you adjust around his size. 

“You’re so tight, Y/N.” Geto moans. “But, I know you can take it.” He talks you through it as he slowly starts to thrust into you. 

You grip onto the couch cushion to stabilize yourself as Geto picks up the pace. The moans you were letting out were loud and throaty. It really felt like Geto was in your stomach. 

“Stay right here, baby. Where you going?” Geto moans as he grabs your hips to stop you from running.

Gojo was taking in every detail: watching your pretty face react to Geto, hearing how wet you sound, seeing how Geto’s muscles flex when he rails into you. He loved the chemistry between you two but as he said earlier, he doesn’t have the self control to just watch. 

“She’s got two other holes, Satoru.” Geto says in between thrusts. You nod your head and keep moaning, unable to talk. 

“I was just thinking that.” Gojo says with a sly smirk as he puts his dick near your mouth. You look at Geto with pleading eyes, not sure if you can take both of them. 

“We’ll be gentle. Let’s start with your mouth.” Gojo says, slapping his hard dick against your cheek. You looked up at him with parted lips, practically begging him to put it in. 

He caresses your jaw and slides his hard member to the back of your throat. He throws his head back, feeling how wet and warm your mouth is again. 

“Look at her taking two cocks.” Gojo moans while making eye contact with Geto. 

“You like it, Y/N? You like having my best friends cock in your mouth while I fuck you?” Geto says as he smacks your ass.

Seeing you like this was a vision for them.They were fucking you senseless and you didn’t know if you could go much longer. Geto starts cursing under his breath every time he feels your walls pulsate around him. He was just as close as you were. The vibration of your muffled moans we’re getting to Gojo. He was close too. 

“Right there.!” Gojo moans as you deep throat him. 

His dick starts twitching in the back of your throat. He quickly pulls out of your mouth and starts cumming all over your face. His glottal moans filled the room, pushing you and Geto even closer your orgasms. Geto starts kissing on your back as his thrusts start getting sloppy but deep. The tip of his dick kept pushing into your g spot, sending you straight into bliss.

“Mmm! I’m cumming, Fuuuck!” You whine in a high pitched voice. 

“Ughhh, shit!” Geto groans as he pulls out and starts stroking his dick. 

 Thick ropes of Geto’s cum cover your back as Gojo whispers sweet nothings to the both of you, guiding you through what felt like the craziest orgasm. You were seeing stars and practically incoherent. Your hands and knees give out, forcing you to lay flat on your stomach.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” Geto says while putting back on his sweatpants. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

Both the boys leave and come back with wet washcloths to clean you up. Gojo wiped your back while Geto wiped your face. 

“I’m excited for the next round. I bet your pussy feels great.” Gojo insinuates as he squeezes your butt.

“It does feel really good, but give the girl a break, Satoru. It was her first threesome.” Geto says.

“Eventually, I’d like to try DP but that’s something I have to work up to…. both of you are pretty big.” You say in a soft voice.

Both the boys get giddy about your answer and realize that this was the best spontaneous decision they ever made.

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Stone or Lavender (Part One)

Kungami x Fem!Reader Mini Series (mentions of Chigiri x fem!reader)

Warning: flirting, mostly fluff, adult themes || MDNI

Summary: You and your best friend are studying psychology abroad at a university in Japan. You cross paths with Kunigami, who saves you from getting hit by a soccer ball. He uses that as an excuse to ask you to hangout which you accept. He has such a gentle and kind demeanor unlike most jocks that you’ve met. But is that just a front?

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It was your second spring in Japan. Last year, you made the decision to study abroad and attend a university in Japan. The school happily accepted you considering that you had stellar grades and an extensive background in music. You had just finished practicing piano for the day. The sun was just beginning to set. You took your usual route home, passing the soccer field on the way. The players were out practicing as per usual.

“CHIGIRI, PASU (pass)!” A deep voice yells.

You keep walking, wanting to watch them play but too nervous they might say something to you. You stare down at your phone, texting your best friend.

“KIWOTSUKERO (Watch out)!” That same deep voice yells.

You look up and see a soccer ball coming straight at you. You froze and didn’t know what to do. Thankfully, one of the players ran in front of you in time and blocked you from getting hit.

“Anata wa kanojo ni hobo butsukatta (you almost hit her).” He says as he kicks the ball back to the magenta haired player.

His kick was so….powerful.

“Thank you for saving me…gomen’nasai… Watashi o sukutte kurete arigatō. Daijōbu desu ka? (sorry… Thank you for saving me. Are you okay?).” You say getting his attention.

He turns around and faces you. He was really cute. His ginger hair was sticking to his forehead due to him sweating. He towered over you even though you weren’t a short girl. He had to be around 6’2. He smiles at your comment and says, “Hurt from a weak kick like that? Nah, it’ll take a lot more than that. Are you okay?”

Oh, you love his confidence! And he’s bilingual like you! He knows you’re not from here just by looking at you. You nod your head yes and say, “Right!”

He notices you holding a binder with music notes all over it and points at it in your hands. “I always see you carrying that binder. What instrument do you play?”

‘Always see me? Has he noticed me before?’ You think.

“Piano and I sing.” You answer confidently.

“You must be good. You answered so confidently. I’d love to hear you.” He states.

“As a thank you for saving me, I’ll play you for you anytime.” You tease.

“How about tomorrow? I’m free from practice.” He asks.

“Sure, you can meet me in front of the music building at 4pm.” You say as you hug on your binder.

“I’ll be there. I’m Kunigami, by the way. Kunigami Rensuke. What’s your name?” He asks, playing it cool.

“L/N, F/N. Nice to meet you.” You say.

“Nice to meet you too. I’d ask to exchange contact information but I don’t have my phone on me so I'll get it from you tomorrow, kay?” He says looking down at you.

“I look forward to it.” You say.

“Me too, see you then.” As he runs back on the field, you take notice of his jersey number, 9.

You continue your walk, trying to hide your smile as you walk past him and the rest of his team mates. Once the coast is clear, you call your best friend. You met her through a chatroom, during your freshman year of highschool. Her username was kittybabez and yours was memeow. You two bonded over manga, food, and your love for cats. Because of the usernames, you call her Kat and she calls you Mimi. Since you lived across the world from Kat, you had never met her person until you two got accepted to study abroad in Japan. Your relationship grew stronger once you moved in together. Kat was a couple inches shorter than you and wore her hair in braids most of the time. You both were psychology majors, however you specialized in music therapy.

“Hey love, are you on the way home?” Kat says as she answers the phone.

“Yes, I am. You will not believe what just happened to me, Oh my God!” You say out of sheer excitement.

“I’m listening…”

“A soccer player just saved me from a ball hitting me!! He asked me if I was okay and I was like ‘yea’, and I asked if he was okay…which was stupid because… duh he plays soccer… I’m sure he gets hit all the time…. anyway, he was like ‘a weak kick like that!? Nahhh, it’ll take a lot more to hurt me.’ I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU HOW HE KICKED THE BALL BACK!! HE'S SO STRONG!!! Okay, okay…the moral of the story is that he wants to watch me play piano tomorrow after classes AND he said he wants my contact info tomorrow.” You ramble.

“GIIIIRRRLLLL, what’s the number on his jersey? I’m looking him up on the uni website. I have to see what he looks like.” She says, laptop ready to go.

“Number 9. His name is Kunigami.” You say.

You hear her typing on the other end of the phone until she goes, “Mimi, he’s your type. DON’T suck his dick in the practice room.” She jokes.

“Remind me to never tell you anything ever again.” You say with a straight face.

Kat bursts out laughing and says, “Hurry up and come home so we can have dinner!!!”

“I’m almost there! Be there in 5!” You say as you hang up the phone.

You spend the rest of your walk thinking about how tomorrow will go. You never thought you’d be into the jock type but Kunigami was different. Obviously, you don’t know this man but he had a gentle demeanor about him. You couldn’t wait to talk to him again and learn more about him. Once you get home, you take off your shoes at the door and say, “I’m home.”

“About time. We have to address the elephant in the room. What are you wearing when you see Kunigami?” She says coming out of her room.

“Do you think I should go preppy or casual? I want to be authentic and not get all dressed up for the first hang out.” You say setting your bag down on the couch.

“Then wear what you usually wear. I think you should show your legs though. If he plays football, he’s probably got a thing for nice legs and you got ‘em.” She says.

You gasp and let out a, “Oh my god!”

“WHAT!” She jumps.

“I called it soccer, not football.” You whine. You didn’t realize that you said neither to him actually.

Your friend rolls her eyes and laughs.

“I’m sure he clocked that you’re American just by talking to you. Don’t sweat it! Let’s go pick out this outfit.” Your friend says as she drags you to your room.

************************NextDay*********************

“Behave yourself, Mimi. You hear me?” Kat says as she fixes the silver clips in your locs.

You ultimately decided to wear a white sweater that hugs your figure and falls slightly off your shoulder. You paired that with a pleated grey miniskirt skirt and Doc Martin boots.

You roll your eyes as you groan the words, “I hear you...”

“Your ass is not listening.” She laughs as she finishes primping you. “He should be here soon. Nervous?”

“Kinda, but I'm more excited. It’s the same feeling I get before a performance.” You admit.

In the distance, you see Kunigami and a magenta haired guy with him. You tap Kat’s shoulder and nod in their direction. She raises her eyebrows and whispers, “Did he bring a team mate?”

“Looks like it.” You whisper back.

Once they get close enough, you turn in their direction and wave.

“Y/N.” Kunigami says as he walks up to us.

“Hey, hero! Glad you could make it. This is my friend, [name], but I call her Kat.” She waves and makes eye contact with Kunigami’s friend.

You and Kunigami both notice they’ve locked eyes.

“Nice to meet you. This is Hyoma Chigiri, one of my teammates.” Kunigami says.

“You can call me Chigiri.” He states.

“I brought him here to apologize to you. He’s the one who kicked the ball that almost hit you.” Kunigami says while giving death eyes to him.

“Keyword, ALMOST.” Chigiri says.

Kat giggles a bit, not expecting thin to be so sassy. He folds his arms and tosses his hair out of his face.

“Princess…” Kunigami threatens.

“My baaaddd.” He sings a half ass apology.

“All good, Chigiri.” You respond.

“Wellll, I’m gonna get going! I have some studying to do. Nice meeting you both.” Kat says while looking up at Chigiri.

He looks at her and says, “Are you going to the library because I was headed there.”

“Yea, you wanna join me?” Kat says with a smile on her face.

“Sure.” He answers softly.

And just like that, we set our friends up. Once we went our separate ways, you took Kunigami into the music building. Musicians were looking him up and down, confused why a jock was in here. Kunigami didn’t care one bit, he was too focused on you.

“Have you ever been inside the music building?” You ask.

“No, I haven’t.” He responds

“It’s really nice, I’ll have to give a tour sometime. When there’s less people. I’d hate to interrupt someone’s rehearsal.” You say as you hold your student ID up to the door to unlock it.

You walk into the practice room with Kunigami. It’s a tight space. Just enough room for an upright piano, piano bench, and a music stand.

“Damn, this room doesn’t have an extra chair but the piano bench is long. You’ll have to sit next to me while I play.” You say as you set your tote bag down.

“I wanna watch you first. Go on, serenade me.” He says leaning against the upright piano.

“What emotion do you want to feel?” You ask as you massage your hands.

“What?” He’s confused.

“What emotion do you want to feel?” You ask again.

Kunigami thinks for a moment as says, “A rush..of some sort?”

You nod your head and gently place your hands on the keys. At that moment, Kunigami started to feel something intense from you. Your energy completely changed.

“This is Libertango by Astor Piazolla.” You say.

You started off loud, playing arpeggios down the entire piano. This intrigued Kunigami, triggering goosebumps on his arm. The left hand held the rhythm while the right hand played chords, building up intensity. You looked up at him for a moment, and smiled. Fast staccato notes come from your right hand. Kunigami's eyes grew wide as he realized just how fast your hands were moving. This speed reminded him of Chigiri. Kunigami swore there wasn’t a key you didn’t touch. You stop… and come back with both hands playing on the higher end of the piano. Kunigami had never seen anyone play this impressively. You were making him feel emotions only a match would make him feel. Eventually, both hands travel down to the bass clef, playing deeper notes. He felt you struck the keys with the same amount of force one of his kicks took. You stop again, teasing Kunigami. You smile at him and start playing the same melody, but faster. He raised his brows out of shock. You had successfully convinced this man that you and him are cut from the same cloth. You ended the piece with a glissando and a crash of a chord.

“How was that?” you ask.

Kunigami started clapping and nodding his head. You stand up and curtsey, holding the hem of your pleated mini skirt in your fingers.

“Beautiful and talented. I haven’t heard anything like that before. I mean, I listen to music but that made me feel so…much.” He said.

You cover your face to hide the fact that he made you blush. He was so gentle when he spoke to you, it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you. Now I have to come to one of your games so I can see your genius.” You say sitting back down in front of the piano.

Kunigami wastes no time and says, “It’s two weeks from today.” He slides his phone out his back pocket and sits down next to you on the piano bench. “Let me send you the details. Get your phone.”

You lean over, grabbing your phone out of your tote bag. You two trade contact information and he texts you the details for the game.

“You put a music note next to your name, how cute.” He says as he stares at his phone. He slides his phone in his back pocket and looks at you.

You two start talking to each other while you softly play scales to warm up. You find out he’s in school for sports management and that he has two sisters. That explains his soft side. He claims he knows ‘how the feminine mind works’ because of them. That statement alone made you belly laugh. He retracted his statement once he realized he’s talking to a psychology major.

“Okay, maybe I don’t know how EVERY feminine mind works.” He chuckles.

“You should have been a psychology major, Kunigami. You’re the next Sigmund Freud, thanks to your sisters.” You tease him.

“What can I say, I’m a versatile guy.” He says with a laugh.

You shake your head and continue playing your scales. Kunigami starts watching your hands, impressed with how agile you are even during warmups.

“You wanna learn how to play?” You ask.

He looked startled by your question. He rubs the back of his neck as he says, “I’ll try for you. Just to see what your world is like.”

You blush again, playing with the hem of your skirt. “It’s not too difficult, I swear. Hold up your hand.”

He does as you say while facing towards you.

“In piano, your fingers have numbers.” You take your pointer finger and trace the palm side of his thumb. “Thumb is always one.” His hands are huge…. You trace his pointer finger. “Number 2.” Rough but soft to the touch…. You trace his middle finger. “Number 3.” I wonder what his touch feels like…. You trace his ring finger. “Number 4.” His fingers would feel really nice inside… You trace his pinky. “And number 5.”

You thought you were safe from these intrusive thoughts. A piano lesson shouldn’t be sexual but here you are doing exactly that. You couldn’t help yourself. You’ve never attracted a jock let alone been attracted to one.

“A-and the other hand?” He says sheepishly.

“It's the same thing.” You say, turning towards the piano.

You press your legs together tightly, hoping that would alleviate the throbbing between them. You weren’t the only one turned on right now. The truth is, Kunigami was turned on the minute you started playing for him. He was struggling just as much as you were.

“Pretend like you're holding a baseball.” You say as you demonstrate. He copies you. “Now turn your hand upside down and place your finger tips on white keys.” He places his left hand randomly on the piano and you clap for him.

“This feels insane. What do I do now?” He says looking at you.

“Try playing 1,2,3,4,5.” You say.

He played all of his notes fortissimo, way too much force. He was in fact very heavy handed, which caused you to jump from the sudden burst of sound. He notices and stops.

“Too loud?” he says with a nervous smile.

“Alittle, be light on your fingertips. Kinda like how when you dribble a soccer ball, you’re agile, right?” You place your hand on top of his and press down to show him how much pressure.

Kunigami started to blush. You were touching him and talking about soccer, he was in heaven. He was trying to be respectable but the way you touched him like he was delicate, paired with the sweet scent that lingers around you… just being this close was all one big tease for Kunigami. It takes alot for him to lose his chill normally, but you were testing that theory.

“Yea, you have to be… Can I ask you a question?” He blurts out.

“Of course.” You say turning towards him.

“What did you call me when you first saw me today?” His voice dropped into a low hum.

“Hero.” The word slides off your tongue, practically music to Kunigami’s ears. “Because you saved me from the ball,” You felt yourself leaning towards him. “Which I never got to properly thank you for.” You plant your lips gently on his cheek, causing the both of you to blush.

You pulled your head back, your faces still inches apart. You can already hear Kat’s voice in your head, telling you to behave. You’re really trying to…but he’s so cute. The way he’s a blushing mess just because you're close to him. How can such a big guy be so adorable?

“You're welcome.” He says as his eyes dart to your lips.

Your lips were slowly gravitating towards each other until your phone alarm went off, ruining the moment completely. You silence the alarm. You had forgotten that you set it to remind you when you have 30 minutes left in the practice space.

“Time’s almost up?” He asks.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” You reply.

“I should let you practice. I’ve been quite the distraction.” He chuckles as he gets up.

“You could say that but I had fun…” you trail off.

You wanted to invite him out tonight. You and Kat were planning on going to an underground boiler room set. If she and Chigiri hung out at the library, you know she invited him.

“Kon’ya wa aitemasu ka? (Are you available tonight?)” you ask him.

He smiles as you speak in his language .

“Hai…” he responds.

“Dewa, kon’ya oai shimasho? (So I’ll see you tonight?)”

He scoffs and smirks at your comment. You want to see just how bad he wants to see you.

“I want to see you again so no need to be obscure about plans. Text me the details and I’ll be there. Now practice.” He says as he throws his backpack on his shoulder.

“Yes, sir!” You say saluting him.

He laughs and leaves the room. You’re smiling ear to ear, knowing that he likes you just as much as you like him.

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This is chapter one of my Kunigami mini series. Wanted to keep it fluff for this chapter. Expect more adult themes, sexual tension, and smut for chapter 2! You all know how I do things around here LOL

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“this fic was written by AI”

“why isn’t there any fic about (x)?” there can be a fic that is precisely about what you want to read. just start writing that fic for yourself.

“but I’m not a writer” every writer has had their first time writing. most writers start with writing something they want to read. your work doesn’t have to be perfect, because having 1 fic that is precisely about what you want to read, even if it’s not perfect, is still better than having 0 fics about what you want to read.

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YOU PLAY TOO MUCH ⚅ 🀟

FEATURING ᯓ★ Seishiro Nagi x Reader

SYNOPSIS ᯓ★ As usual, Nagi's attention is on his game rather than you and it's meant to be bonding time. But the mention of going 'a couple rounds' with you in bed catches you off guard...

CONTENT ᯓ★ 18+ (MDNI) College AU! Fem!Reader, Boyfriend!Nagi, Reo Mikage feature (not part of the main plot), dry humping, unprotected sex, praising, spit kink/mention of spit? Masturbation, creampie, choking, nipple play, petnames (angel + good girl), spanking, cowgirl position, doggy position/backshots

Wc ᯓ★ 2.9k

★ MASTERLIST ★

‘Typical’.

You thought to yourself as you sat on the edge of the bed and watched your boyfriend, Nagi, play his usual games on his phone. With the raindrops from outside crashing down on the windows and the wind howling through the trees, it clarified why you and Nagi were inside his dorm room rather than going out for the evening together, following a day of separate classes.

But the weather wasn't what annoyed you. What really annoyed you was that every time you were with Nagi, he always seemed to be focused on his phone and playing games all the damn time—and today is no exception.

His facial expression was now focused and serious, lying flat on the bed as he tapped away on his phone, playing one of his games as usual. You finally had enough and wanted to give him a piece of your mind.

"Nagi! What was the point of coming to your dorm if you're just going to be playing your damn-."

Your nagging words that were shot at him were abruptly interrupted as he pulled you closer. You were once sitting on the edge of the bed, now straddling his lap, with your legs on either side of him.

"Hold on, I'm going to play one more round. Then... I'll play a couple rounds with you, in bed." He responded with a deadpan expression on his face before resuming back to his game.

You were too stunned to speak, a pink shade dusting over your cheeks as your face became warm.

For a quick second, Nagi's eyes averted from the screen of his game to you. He took note of your instant blushing after his remark and chuckled softly, one hand of his now gently gripping your hip while his other continued taking control of his game.

"You know when I'm playin' games, you don't need to whine so much, I can still pay attention to you." He said nonchalantly before returning his gaze to the game in his hand, his other that was placed on your hip also returned to the game.

You might've been slightly flustered by his words and actions towards you but that still wasn't enough. You needed more and his attention was what you needed.

And that's when you began to slowly but steadily grind on his manhood that was protected by the fabric of his grey oversized joggers. You noticed now that he was becoming distracted as he kept stealing glances at you as he was playing his game.

"When you sit on my lap like this, don't you know how much I want to just take you right now-" He paused in his sentence as he felt your soft hands lay flat on his lean muscular chest and continued to grind on him.

You could feel his bulge rising like a mountain that was extremely hard now, making you moan softly as you could now feel his hardened bulge hitting your core each time you moved your hips. You were going at such an agonisingly slow pace that your panties that were hidden under your skirt were becoming moist.

He let out a low moan, now finally coming to the realisation that he couldn't keep focusing on his game when you were doing this to him. Nagi placed his phone on his side and wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting on your hips as he lay there on the bed.

"If you keep on doin' that, I won't be able to continue the game." 

"Well, maybe I want you to stop playing your game~." You replied in a breathy whisper, leaning closer to him until your face was a few centimetres from his.

"... You've got my attention."

You resumed back to moving your hips against his lap but this time you went at a quicker pace, showing him just how badly you needed him. Meanwhile, Nagi tugged on the fabric of his hoodie until it was discarded into the unknown, revealing his lean muscular build that you admired so much.

The sight of his now growing and hardened bulge was almost making you salivate. Without hesitation, you slightly slipped down his grey joggers along with his boxers and his tall manhood came to life.

You were about to adjust yourself so you could lean down to give him a blowjob but that was when he stopped you by raising his hand to grab your chin so your gaze was on him.

"Just spit on my hand. I love your blow jobs but fuck, that's a hassle right now. I can't wait any longer—I need you now."

His words trailed off his lips in a husky and possessive tone that sent shivers down your spine. You obeyed and when he let go of your chin and lifted his hand open, a string of saliva fell from your lips and plopped down on the palm of his hand.

He smirked at your actions and began to wrap his calloused hand around his shaft, pumping up and down at a fast pace as he was getting more turned on by the second.

"Such a good girl for me, huh~?" Nagi grunted out in a husky tone as his eyes were clouded with lust and desire. The sight of him pleasuring himself with his grey half-lidded eyes fixed on you made you even more aroused.

In a swift motion, you slipped off your black panties and t-shirt, throwing them to the other side of the bedroom as your skirt and bra remained on. Nagi's dick was now coated with your slick saliva by the time he was done pumping himself. And without warning, he tightly gripped onto your hips and lifted you before penetrating your wet pussy down on his large dick.

"F-Fuck, N-Nagi~!" You moaned out loud, a mixture of shock and pleasure overwhelming your body since he caught you off guard. As you went further down, your pussy tightly surrounded his throbbing shaft.

"Mmm, my bad, angel~." He groaned out huskily as he began to move his hips upwards, his dick pounding up into you from below. "I just couldn't help myself~."

A shiver trickled down your spine, loving the nickname he gave you which caused your cheeks to become warm. But as he pushed his length into your cunt further and began to fasten his pace with his thrusts, you were nothing but a moaning and panting mess.

Loud moans and gasps escaped your lips as he pounded into your sensitive cunt nonstop, taking you to the edge of ecstasy. You began to match his pace by bouncing on his dick, a wave of pleasure hitting you each time you went up and down his cock.

His movements became more urgent and intense, digging his nails into your hips tightly to steady his harsh thrusting. However, with one of his hands, he reached behind your bra strap and unclasped it, tugging it off your shoulders and down your arms to reveal your plush breasts.

"So tight as always, fuck~," Nagi growled out through gritted teeth, a slight smirk plastered on his face as he watched how much of a mess you were becoming.

Your chest was rising and falling nonstop, your crimson-shaded cheeks heating up and the way your coloured orbs disappeared to the back of your head was a sight that made him want to fuck you for hours on end.

He raised his hand from your hip to your bare back, pulling you down towards him as he caught your lips in a hungry yet passionate kiss. His tongue traced over your delicate lips, hinting to slide inside your mouth and your lips became agape.

Nagi smirked against your lips when he felt you obliged and instantly slipped his tongue inside the moist cavern. Soft gasps fell out of your lips as his tongue wrestled with yours, your bouncing became ragged since you were so lost in the heated kiss.

He toys with your perky chest, occasionally fiddling with your firm buds that cause you to gasp out loudly. You were very thankful that Nagi's roommate and best friend, Reo, wasn't home since you could be as loud as you wanted. As loud as Nagi wants.

His thrusting and your bouncing came to a decline as he fixated on your firm buds and how sensitive you got when he toyed with them. Both hands were in unison as they were glued to your plush chests, his index finger and his thumb closing in on your nipples before kneading harshly between them.

"N-Nagi!" You whimpered, shivers running down your spine as your body trembled uncontrollably. "Stop being a tease-".

Your weak protests were cut short when you felt his left hand let go of your breast and raise his hand to connect a sharp spank on your ass, causing you to yelp out.

"I can't help but play with your tits, angel. Just touchin' them makes me wanna fuck you senseless... I know you love it when I nibble on them, huh?"

His moist tongue lapped over his narrow lips before tilting his head forward to your free chest, leaving nothing but soft damp pecks around until he reached your bud. He gently circled it with his tongue, all the while his other hand that was placed on your ass cheek was now gripping ever so harshly as it was hidden perfectly under your black skirt.

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't love it when he sucked your tits because you certainly did. He was skilful when it came to his mouth, always sending you the same waves of pleasure throughout your body with heated kisses, kissing you all over your body and even eating you out. You were addicted just as much as he was.

You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, making you groan softly as you missed the feeling of the harsh thrusts hitting your throbbing pussy. Nagi's ears perked up when a soft groan escaped your lips, his teeth sinking into your nipple and making a 'pop' sound once he pulled away.

"Hm? You're bein’ needy again, angel. You want more, huh?" All you could do was bite your lip and simply nod, grinding your hips into his as your walls took his size well as always.

He resisted the urge to buck his hips up into you and instead smirked slightly at your response. His hand reached up to your neck, his fingers enclosing around it until he firmly gripped it and held it in place. His fingers squeezed tighter around your neck but he made sure to never get to a point where he was cutting off your airflow.

"Get on all fours and stay there all pretty for me while I take care of you." His words fell from his lips so gently yet, they still somehow made your whole body tremble nonstop and your pussy throb excessively around his veiny shaft.

He took note of the way your body reacted to his words and took it upon himself to make the move himself. His hand was released from your neck and his strong arms moved, lifting you off his dick until he flipped you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing. Whines escaped your lips but Nagi was already behind you, those silver eyes of his travelling from your bareback to your black pleated skirt that barely concealed your plump ass.

"Arch for me." He didn't need to tell you twice. Your body moved on its own, pushing your hips back and arching your back—presenting yourself to him. You didn't need to bop your head to the side to know that Nagi was practically ogling at your new position for him to fuck you senseless in.

"Fuck," his firm yet gentle hand traced your spine, sending waves of pleasure through your body until he arrived at the hem of your skirt. "I'm too fuckin' hard for this... shit."

His hand swooped down to grip his twitching cock, positioning himself behind your arched figure as his tip was pressed against your clit before it was pressed at the lining of your folds. Heavy breathing and whimpers were all you could respond to, shutting your eyes tight and gripping the bed sheets for dear life.

"Shhh shhh. Like I said before, just stay there being all pretty while I take care of you... and continue to make up for the attention I didn't give you earlier, hm?"

He wasn't even giving your poor, flustered and heated mind time to process his words, feeling his tip squeezing in between the folds of your pussy until his whole shaft was slowly burying itself inside.

"Mmm-Hmph, N-Nagi!" You hissed out through gritted teeth, your nails gripping tighter onto the sheets than before as the arch of your ass was raised higher, which benefited Nagi more with the fucking he was about to put you in with the angle you were at.

His large hands travelled to your hips the moment his dick found its destination in your throbbing pussy. One hand on your hip and the other on the hem of your skirt for support caused his hips to pull back, the tip remaining inside before he rolled his hips forward, grounding himself in one smooth thrust.

The fullness makes you cry out and arch your back further, your soft ass now bouncing on his pelvis causing Nagi to hiss through gritted teeth and only encouraging him to pound his cock deeper in you.

"Just like that angel," his veiny shaft glides in and out your moist and sensitive folds, the grip on the hem of your skirt caused Nagi's nails to almost leave dents on the fabric as he kept pulling it back so your ass cheeks could meet his groin area every single time. "Keep on just doin' that over and over."

Thwap, thwap, thwap.

Those slick noises from the pounding you in doggy style, along with your sweet cries and the creaking on the dorm mattress —were music to Nagi's ears as his head fell backwards. He tilts his head back to its original place and watches you swallow his cock over and over, his tip twitching with that urge to finally cum.

"Fucks sake, Nagi!" You cry, feeling his dick grow bigger in you as his release was soon coming. "I-I really- fuck! Gonna cum!"

"God, same here angel. Be good for me and just let it out."

And you do, clamping against his cock as your orgasm hits you, white and sticky fluids trickling out of your sensitive hole and down Nagi's cock. He's twitching inside of you and another soft moan escapes from you.

"S-Shit, pull out Nagi-" Too late.

He curses to himself as he forcefully shuts his eyes, white spots splattering beneath his eyelids and cum bullying you up. You whimper softly as he pumps you up with his load, fisting the bedsheets beneath you as your body shakes.

That idiot. Your damn boyfriend had one job and completely fucked up with not pulling out in time.

He finally slips his now soft dick out of you, causing the both of you to groan in harmony as he fell on top of you, his bare chest pressed against your back.

"N-Nagi! You didn't even pull out in-"

"Oh quit your yappin'." His face was inches away from yours and he took the opportunity to tilt your head to the side and catch your lips in a slow, lazy yet affectionate kiss. You wanted to object and push him away but it was too late — he had you wrapped around his finger.

His lips slowly pressed onto yours a couple of times, chests heaving as the both of you are still trying to catch your breaths. God, it's so hard to be annoyed at him when he's such a good kisser.

"I'll head out tomorrow and buy the mornin' after pill for you," he murmured against your lips before leaving another soft peck. "So you don't need to stress about having to birth mini versions of me anytime soon because that would be a damn hassle."

You couldn't help but snort at his comment, playfully rolling your eyes before nodding to his reassurance. You guys were still college students and certainly didn't need to be young parents any time soon. Your body moved to rest your back against the soft mattress as you gazed up at your breathless boyfriend who had his silver eyes glued onto yours like a predator.

"Y'know..." he started, his big hand tracing from your bare chest to your inner thigh, his fingers hooking around the plush of it before squeezing firmly. "It's a good thing that Reo is away and it's just us two. All alone and we can go round for round."

"So loud and so wrong Nagi, loud especially from both you and your little girlfriend."

Eyes shot wide like the moon from both you and Nagi when you heard the familiar voice of Nagi's purple haired best friend, Reo who was smirking widely and snickering from the other side of the door.

Your face flushed furiously, causing you to hide your embarrassed state in the crook of Nagi's neck while he wrapped his strong arms around you. He glared at the door that concealed Reo's figure and was already plotting how to get back at him.

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more favorite tiny Hawks panels <3

Drawing Hawks again

I’m trying to be normal about him…I’m finding it….

i fucking hate it here btw

i can't stop thinking about how gojo didn't curse geto. He chose to let him walk away, even though it must have torn him to pieces. to me, that's the ultimate expression of love: the willingness to release someone, even when it means enduring immense pain, because they no longer wish to remain.

Debating on writing a 2 (or 4…or 5..) part mini series about Kunigami Rensuke from bluelock! It would be a College AU and I’ll probably include other characters too! Would y’all read it?