Category: Villain

shigaraki x afab!reader

tags: grinding, fingering, virginity loss (tomura's), more experienced reader, praise kink if you squint

warnings: this is a smut fic. | 18+ | MDNI / Ageless blogs DNI

wc: 2.2k

a/n: this is a character study wrapped in a smutty bow. Pre-MVA characterization. this is also my second time writing smut, pls go easy on me

happy birthday tomura baby <3

Tomura had been branded as a freak the instant he killed his entire family at only five-years old. It was a mark that stood stark against the surface of his pale skin, its burn traveling through every layer of skin and flesh, down to the bone. Even as a mere child, he was always treated like some sort of monster. The kind of guy you'd see coming and cross to the other side of the street. Someone you'd worry about following you home. A degenerate. A creep. A villain.

With All For One's guidance, he had learned to embrace these views of himself at a very young age. No one would ever help him, no hero or bystander. He was a villain, after all. And if he couldn't be anything but a disgusting villain, he might as well be the most disgusting villain in Japan.

His views changed when you stumbled into his life. At first, he didn't know how to react to you. To your kindness. You would tease him, call him cute. You were somehow capable of drawing out a softness in him—the part of him that wanted to pet every dog he saw out on a walk. The part of him that wanted to hold your hand. Parts of him he thought died with his family.

Growing up, Tomura was obsessed villains. The kind that killed and destroyed. This obsession was found in all forms of media; comic books, television shows, and as he soon found, porn.

The villain stereotyping for porn was…interesting. Brutal and careless, the kind of person who took, not gave. A selfish lover, if one could even use that word. Reality didn't always equal fiction. And Tomura was a real villain, forged in iron and blood, not an over exaggerated caricature of evil. He hated how soft he felt when he was with you. How softly he wanted to fuck you.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was a villain, someone who wanted utter destruction, not for selfish reasons, but for the betterment of society, for fucks sake. Villains were harsh. Cruel. Possessing a ruthlessness and violence that was incongruent with affection or tenderness. All media, all stereotyping, should have made him merciless. His pornographic counterpart would have you folded over, cruelly pounding away at your cunt in a mating press, uncaring and unconcerned about the possible effects of decay from where his hands pressed below your knees.

It wasn't just that he was scared of hurting you, it was that a fear that he'd become the thing everyone expected him to be—cruel, uncaring, selfish—and those traits would come out when he was with you. With the ones he loved. Your love for Tomura came easy. Getting him to love himself came harder.

It started slow on your insistence of his comfort—long make out sessions in abandoned buildings that left both your lips red and swollen and his cock straining beneath his boxers, a wet spot on the front as evidence of his arousal. He always felt guilty after; dark finger-shaped bruises from where he gripped your ass and thighs tightly, desperate to feel your skin even through his artists gloves. Slowly though, he began to realize that you didn't exactly mind, often guiding his hands exactly where you wanted them, admiring the marks he made in the mirror.

It was during one of these sessions where things got a bit heavier than normal. You were sat, straddled over his lap, his hands kneading your ass under the hem of your shorts, when you suddenly and involuntarily jerked, grinding into his dick, hard beneath his black pants. From the way you shuddered and moaned into his mouth, the friction must have gone directly to your clit.

"God—sorry," you gasped.

Sliding his hands up to your hips, Tomura guided you over his cock, rocking his hips into yours.

"Don't be," He panted into your mouth.

Your pussy was so warm through the fabric of his pants as you began to grind your clit over his length, hard against his thigh. You looked so beautiful like this—moans escaping your lips as your face contorted in pleasure. You looked like you wanted him to fuck you.

Suddenly he was twitching in his pants, hot, wet cum soaking the fabric of his jeans, a choked whimper escaping his mouth.

He couldn't hear anything over the sound of yours and his breathing, coming out in short, quick breaths, his heartbeat in his ears.

Tightening his grip on your waist, he looked up at you. You had a satisfied, almost smug looking smile on your face. Leaning in to kiss him again, you murmured against his lips. "Whatever you want to do, I trust you." Suddenly he wasn't what people thought of him. He was a villain, yes, but he was capable of things no stereotyped reflection of himself would be able to do. He could fuck you hard if he wanted. But softly? He was allowed to do that as well, and it didn't make him any less of a villain.

Placing his hand on your lower back, he turned and sat up, flipping you onto your back on the couch. "Can I finger you?"

Your pupils dilated, large and dark with want. "Please." He wished he wasn't wearing his stupid gloves, that way he could decay your shorts and underwear off for quicker access. He wished he could control his quirk better. He wished a lot of things. He let you unbutton them, helping you tug them down and off the rest of the way.

"Someone's impatient," you laughed, breathy, as you spread your legs, bent at the knee.

He felt his face flush even further, if that was possible. "Shut up."

Slowly, he slid his ring finger over your folds, relinquishing in the way you shuddered from the touch, not from fear of him, but out of anticipation. Desire. A craving only he could satisfy. He licked his dry, cracking lips, smiling as he slowly slid his ring finger in all the way, coating it in a wetness that clung to his skin. He didn't know it'd be so.. soft. Warm.

His middle finger, clad in the fabric of his glove, went in next. You opened so easily, evidence of your arousal. Arousal for him. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. Curling his fingers up, he felt a small sense of pride course through him at the way you gasped. He pistoned his fingers in and out, focused on on your sweet spot, a wet, squelching noise filling his ears, combined with your soft moans and keens. Just for him. Because of him.

He grinned as your whines increased in pitch and frequency, your hands coming up to pull him down into a kiss as you tightened around his fingers as you came.

He made sure to get condoms on the next supply run.

It was a miracle you both were able to find a mattress that wasn't piss or blood-soaked, covered in questionable stains, or torn in the middle. The two of you managed to sequester some time alone, adding onto the list of current miracles leading to this moment.

Shaking, Tomura's hands wrapped around the condom, the lubrication from it wetting and sticking to his palm and fingers as he unrolled it over his length. A million thoughts raced through his head. What if his dick was too small? What if you thought it was ugly? Could a dick be ugly?

You were patiently watching him from on the bed, legs bent to the side. From the way your eyes widened when he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked his pants and boxers aside, he supposed he could toss the "small" and "ugly" insecurity in the trash. There was an obvious air of lust and affection in your gaze as your eyes traversed the planes of his body. He bristled, feeling undeserving of your gaze.

"Do you have to watch me so intently?"

You laughed at how his embarrassment only reddened him further. "I can look away if you want," the smile on your lips turned playful, mirth glinting in your eye. His brow furrowed as he was certain whatever words came next were meant to embarrass him further.

"But you have a pretty dick, so I'll keep watching if you don't mind."

"Shut up," he groaned despite his own smile as he lightly pushed you to lie back on the bed, your laughter singing in his ears before silenced by his lips on yours. His cock, hot and heavy, tapped against the plane of your stomach as he crawled over you, caging your body in with his.

He felt a smug sense of satisfaction as he pinched your nipple with one hand, making you gasp into his mouth. "You're the pretty one."

Separating for air, he sat up, leaning back on his calves. Your cunt was covered in a sheer layer of your arousal, pretty and flushed. Sliding his fingers in just like before, he scissored them against your soaked walls, stretching you out in preparation. Once sufficiently stretched, he lined the head of his cock up to your entrance. Slowly, he thrust in with a low groan, eyes rolling back. You were somehow warmer, tighter around his length than his fingers. You gasped, fisting the blanket underneath you as he pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.

He looked down at where the two of you connected, blue tufts of hair trailing down to the shaft of his cock, swallowed by your tight hole.

"It's, uh-," Tomura panted, face strained from behind the light blue strands of hair that curtained off the planes of his cheeks, "-a lot tighter than expected."

He looked ethereal like this, a flushed, peachy hue painting his skin down to his bare chest. "Yeah," you sighed, pushing his hair behind his ears. "Take your time. I need a second, too."

Your thumb traced over the planes of his face, over the rough texture of the scar on his lip. His hips jerked as he kissed your thumb, leaning down to kiss your lips, gloved hands creating waves over the blankets like sand dunes in a desert.

For a moment he lingered, lost in the saccharine taste of your tongue and the syrupy wetness between your legs as your walls pulsed and clenched around his dick, the vibrations of your moans making his lips tingle. All the porn in the world wouldn’t have prepared him for how tender and warm this felt, the soft expanse of your thighs grounding him and keeping him close.

Slowly he began to move his hips, relishing in the way your sex gripped his cock, the friction of your pussy against every vein and nerve slowing and streamlining his thoughts to follow one command: faster.

His hips sped up, chasing the friction his nerves so desired. He became enraptured by your face- every twitch between your brows, every noise or whimper you made, the way your face contorted when he hit just the right spot. He felt high off it, the expanse of your pleasure evident from every ridge and valley of your face, contorted and shifting with every moan. Chasing the high, he shifted the angle of his hips, your moans increasing in pitch as one hand grasped at the base of his neck, gently tugging at the hairs at his nape, the other rubbing circles into your clit.

"Please—you're so good, you feel so good—" you gasped, voice coming out choked around every thrust. His brain lagged from the praise, a brief stutter in his hips as his thoughts clipped through his head.

"Can you get on top."

"Yeah," you laughed, breathy with amusement at his reaction. Flipping over, you sunk down on his length, somehow deeper than he was before, with a low groan. "Oh fuck." Slowly you began to move your hips, grinding your swollen, puffy clit over the whispy hairs leading down to his shaft, an arousal and slickness that mixed between the two of you leaking down onto his skin. He wished he could feel it on his cock, how sticky and wet you were as you surrounded him. He bet it felt perfect.

His hands grasped around your hips as you rode him, face flushed and sweaty, chest and beading with droplets of sweat. From this angle, his dick was hitting the perfect spot, making you see stars. A tightness in your belly grew as you increased your pace, riding him with a fervor as you approached your orgasm. You stilled as your pussy fluttered around him, tightening as you unraveled. He was close before, but as you tightened, the dam broke. With a final thrust, he spilled hot bursts of cum into the condom, his grip tight around your soft hips.

You slumped against him, bare tits pressed into his chest, forehead nestled into the crook of his neck. A wave of calm serenity washed over him as he pressed a kiss into your hairline, lightly muscled arms wrapping snug around your back.

You sighed, content, mumbling into his neck.

"I love you."

He felt his dick twitch from where it still lay inside you. "We're doing that again later."

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i love this mdni moot; kisakitty😽 moots<33 this was beautiful and i’m not even talking about the smut smut was great don’t get me wrong but the way everything else was described was beautiful

Hey Neighbour!

Synopsis: in which you and ex husband!Nanami were neighbours and some time has passed Warnings: angst but happy ending, not proofread Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

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sam/james fic recs oh this made me kind of sad 😞 it’s nice they each got their own happy ending and that nanami didn’t die in shibuya

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samm1e13

1 month ago

OH MY GOD THE WDYFILWMA FIC WITH JASON BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS

OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST ASK

i’m glad you like it though jason’s been on my mind for weeks and i listened to the ithaca saga from a music a couple days ago and just decided to write it

i love this man so much and i’m super happy you enjoyed it thank you 🙏🏼

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samm1e13

1 month ago

where they like to kiss you ──── league of villains.

featuring. shigaraki, dabi, mr. compress, twice, spinner, toga. ( no all for one bc i don't like him )

notes. welcome to a draft from july 2024 🔥 adding this to my 'where they like to kiss you' series for my other fandoms

𖥔 ݁ ˖ TOMURA SHIGARAKI

hands. you can't convince me that he doesn't have a hand fetish or loves hands. of course, shigaraki wouldn't associate your hands with the ones he wears. he actually shows a lot of love to your hands, either gently kissing it or quickly pecking it. doesn't matter when or where, he wants to hold your hands all. the. time. this guy doesn't know how to kiss anywhere else, because it's a bit awkward for him to kiss elsewhere. expect little circles and a bit of gentle tracing.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ TOUYA TODOROKI ( DABI )

dabi likes to kiss the top of your head, somewhere where your skin cannot feel his rough lips. this man is insecure when it comes to making contact with your skin. he feels as if he doesn't deserve to kiss you just as much as you kiss his scars or even his lips. dabi loves to rest his chin on your head despite wtv your height is, move down to bury his face into your hair and boom. kiss. shower bro with love afterwards.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ATSUHIRO SAKO ( COMPRESS )

gentleman gentleman gentleman. compress adores kissing your knuckles along with your forehead. he's so gentle and sweet with peppering your knuckles n forehead with kisses. when he kisses your forehead, he makes sure to cup your cheeks and caress them with his thumbs. let's not forget the fact that he'll probably do the flower magic trick after adjusting your hair behind your ears. WAH HES THE STANDARD HES THE GENTLEMAN FOR REAL

𖥔 ݁ ˖ JIN BUBAIGAWARA ( TWICE )

twice lovesss kissing your entire face. his kisses are really sweet and innocent. like his world just lights up whenever he sees you, running over to shower your face with fluttering kisses. will not leave a single spot on your face unattended. he's so cute too, always spoiling with really cute affirmations that will always make you melt and want to kiss him back twice as much as he did. except he'll probably kiss you even more. it's literally unending...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ SHUICHI IGUCHI ( SPINNER )

the side of your head, aka your temples. he has this thing like, he snuggles his beak nose thingy against your cheeks before he kisses the side of your head. i don't know how that works but he loves pecking kisses on your temple. spinner probably massages your temples whenever you have headaches, one of the cure is definitely having his beak thingy nuzzling your temples for and in comfort.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ HIMIKO TOGA

sweet toga absolutely loves to kiss you on your lips and entire face like her bestie twice. she just loves to see the flustered face you'll always make whenever she pecks your lips. she'll then move onto your face, first kissing your nose then your eyes then cheeks vice versa. at the end, toga will squish your cheeks or playfully pinch it, her tolerance for your cuteness overloading. my girl will also squeeze you into a bear hug that you'll never escape from. you love it tho.

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sam/james fic recs cutee <3

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samm1e13

1 month ago

reblog to headpat the one you reblogued from!!

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samm1e13

1 month ago

I wish you could do voice notes on here and I could rant ab little things and it’d be like we’re all on the phone

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real like i’m tired of typing < real i’m js trying to yap w my friends 😔

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samm1e13

1 month ago

alright i’m out, time to go honk shoo and deal with kenzie’s emotions tomorrow morning (later today since it’s 3am for me)

goodnight

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sam/james yap session

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samm1e13

1 month ago

────⋆⋅☆ Chase ! Lust for Love

.ᐟCw: Suggestive, stripper!reader x street racer!otoya, overly dramatic scenes, extra long, lap dance, money

Next: full speed | 03 or love less lust | 2.5 Prev: fell in lust | 01

"I pray the medication slow me down But that shit doesn't work when you're around" - lust by chase Atlantic

──⋆⋅☆

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2

Its been weeks and for some reason, you’re still thinking about that mysterious man who came in, kiss you like he’s your prince charming and dipped after paying a literal mortgage.

You came to the club every day, even on days when you didn’t work, just so maybe, maybe you could see him again.

You hated how he so quickly bought you off. Unlike other men who were stingy with their money, he wasn’t. That man was… different.

Which was obviously dangerous for you, so you decided not to think too deeply about it.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, the pads of your fingers grazing over your lips where he devoured you.

“Yn! Your time to shine, princess, get on stage,” one of the other girls said, giving you a thumbs up, you smiled at her, walking up on stage to perform for hungry men.

─⋆⋅☆

“What happened to otoya?” Chigiri asked, lighting his cigarette up using a black lighter. he was leaning against the hood of his car, watching the competitors for today line up at the starting line.

“He’s going crazy over some chic” Karasu said, throwing an arm around otoya, who had his head dropped into his hands.

“It’ll be okay, i’m sure your Cinderella will find her way back to you”

“Wasn’t it the prince who found her?”

“Shut up, chigiri” karasu scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever needed a woman as bad as i need her” otoya groaned, his fingers laced in his hair, tugging at the roots.

“This is so shocking, considering you never think twice about the women you’ve hooked up with.”

“We didn’t even hook up!” he cried out, throwing his head back like he’s having some sort of tantrum. Chigiri just looked away, not wanting to keep up with his dramatic ass.

Karasu laughed, patting his back.

“It’s okay, man. Don’t cry” he teased the poor guy, getting an elbow in the ribs.

“I haven’t even had time to go back to the club. This stupid shit has kept me so busy and then I had to help out bachira with some business he had with his plug” he said, dropping down, his body went thud against the car.

“Dude..” Chigiri stared, rubbing his forehead.

“Karasu, bring that sorry piece of shit, let’s go find his girl” otoya sat up in seconds, smiling like a 6 year old who just got handed a big ass lollipop.

They all went to the club but Otoya was the only one who watched the dancers intently, hoping one of them was you. Karasu and chigiri went to take shots.

It was unfortunate that he arrived at the club right after your shift finished. He tried looking around, even asking some of the other strippers, he didn’t know your name but tried his best to describe you from his hazy memory.

“No, sorry, i have no clue who you’re talking about” Some blonde apologetically smiled at him before she left as well.

This continued for well over another week until finally. Finally, when he was about to walk out of the club, giving up, he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. He knew it was you, it was the same way you caught his attention for the first time.

Otoya was frozen for a second before he watched you get on stage. The loud music thrummed against every surface of the club, the bass could be felt in the floors.

The way you danced around the pole was mesmerizing. He just stared in awe. Not tearing his eyes away even for a single second.

Your thighs were wrapped around the pole as you gracefully landed on your feet.

He watched as you left the stage.

Last time, you declined to give a lap dance. Maybe he would’ve gotten denied again. Or maybe.. Just maybe.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair before walking out.

You on the other hand, saw him. When you were dancing around the pole, you got a glimpse of that green hair and you knew it was him.

You had been seeing him for the past few days. But every time he would show up, you’d either leave early or change your dance shift with someone else.

You wanted to see him, but at the same time, you were scared. What if he asked for a private dance again or what if he’s too pushy? He’s been coming non-stop for almost 11 days now. It’s driving you mad. Is he mad? Maybe.

And again, the next day he was back. He did tell himself it would be the last time before he moved on but when he saw you again, calm expression, the glitter on your skin and hair shimmering under the neon lights. He couldn’t hold himself back.

This time, you made eye contact with him. You stared at him while you danced, all the way until you were walking off the stage again.

A part of you was hoping he’d come back, follow you backstage, and talk to you, but to your surprise, he doesn’t. You’re confused; you came around at the front, and once agai,n he was gone. You scoffed in annoyance, rushing up to the front door. Before you could step out, you collided with someone’s chest.

You looked up and, oh wow, speak of the devil and the devil makes an appearance, or however the saying goes.

Ugh, he was such a prick. Why was he playing with you like this?

You pushed yourself back, noticing his hand was on your waist to keep you from falling. Otoya, on the other hand, looked like he just won the lottery, though he didn't need it.

“You ok-”

“What the hell is your problem?” your voice coming out a bit louder than necessary. You glared up at him and he seemed just as confused as the bouncer who was eavesdropping.

“What..?”

“What do you want?” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

He smirked, laughing under his breath before leaning down to whisper against your ear, “i want you, but I don't think you’re gonna let me have that.”

You shake your head, and he just shrugs, “What can i say? You’ve been on my mind since that kiss. can’t forget you.”

If you truly decided to be honest with yourself, he was also on your mind, he’s been on your mind, and you couldn’t stop thinking of him. Every time you saw him, you held back because you wanted to run up to him, kiss him again, maybe even give him that dance that he wanted.

You knew he was toying with you; he was a player, and that’s all they do. But the way his eyes undressed you, not leaving a single inch of your body unseen, made you feel more naked than you already were.

You didn’t want a man like him; they were trouble and on that note, you wanted something that would last, something that was real, raw, something you wouldn’t find in this generation.

You saw a white Acura NSX behind him with green accents and a neon green underglow.

“Is that yours?” You asked, finally breaking the silence.

He nodded, turning to look in your direction.

“You like it? Wanna ride?” He grins, leaning in beside you.

You felt your face heat up, moving away from him.

“I'm still working.”

“You need money?”

“I'll end up getting fired, idiot.”

“Let's see, that your manager?” He asked. Pointing to the girl talking to the bartender. You nodded, and he was quick to walk over, sliding beside her.

You couldn't hear what he was saying, but she was laughing. he pointed in your direction, and she smiled, agreeing to something.

What? It was that easy?

He jogged back, grabbing you by your wrist and dragging you out.

“Wait, wait! I need to change, I can't leave like this” You pushed him back. He sighed, taking off his bomber jacket and putting it over your shoulders.

“There. Better? And don't worry, we won't Be getting out of the car so don't worry about below the waist.” He grinned, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you towards his car. He opened the door for you, letting you sit inside.

You couldn't see but you swore your face was red. Why was he like this?

He sat in the driver’s side. The engine roared to life beneath you, drowning out all the noise in the outside world.

It made you realize something: you may not be able to handle the man otoya eita was.

You were pushed back as Otoya stepped on the gas.

You fixed his jacket, slipping your arms into the holes and wrapping it around your body.

You were about to speak up when you realized you still hadn’t asked for his name.

“Your name. What is it?”

He eyed you, smirking, pushing his hair back.

“Name’s otoya eita, but you can call me yours, babe.” You scoffed at his audacity, trying to keep a straight face.

“You’re so..so-”

“Hot? I know, but i appreciate the compliment.”

“Idiot..” you heard him chuckle, dropping his hand from the wheel to your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, staring down at the hand as he squeezed the soft flesh.

The cool wind ran through your hair as the tires screeched.

“How did you have that kind of money?”

He grinned, drumming his fingers against your thigh.

“I race”

“Oh like… f1-”

“Illegally for money”

You eyed him, going quiet. Is that what he meant when he said he couldn’t write you a check? You nodded, acting like you understood.

“You followed me”

“I did?”

“You came to club almost every day.”

“Oh so you were watching me, yeah?” you nudged his shoulder, laughing

“Get outta here, you're so full of yourself,” he laughed, his smile spread across his face, you could feel your heartbeat speed up.

“I mean, what can i say? You’ve been on my mind since you turned me down, baby”

“Uh-huh, anything else you wanna say that makes you seem more like a player than you already are?”

“Can we kiss again?”

What?

You wanted to laugh, but he looked dead serious. The car came to a halt, and you looked around to se brought you to some cliffside area. You didn’t answer; you stepped out the car, making your way forward and placing your hand on the railing.

Wow. it was beautiful, the city looked so small, neon colours and bright yellow lights scattered everywhere. Like ou stood on top of the world.

“It’s pretty.”

You whispered, gasping when otoya’s warm breath hit your nape.

“Isn’t it? It’s my little hideout.”

‘Pfft, hideout? Are you some sort of villain?”

“Nahh I'm actually a ninja in disguise.”

“Oh my god, shut up, I’m totally so turned on right now” you joked. both of you stared at each other before bursting out laughing.

“You’re the first person i brought here.”

“Liar”

“if i wanted to lie, I’d do it about something that would make you fall for me even harder.” his expression was calm, and his eyes were telling the truth.

“Why’d you bring me here?”

“Because it’s beautiful like you.”

You sighed, leaning back onto the railing. Otoya stood in front of you; he hooked a finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

“You look good in my jacket.” you pout, relaxing yourself.

“Kiss me.” You didn’t need to tell him twice; he was leaning down, capturing your lips with his, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He tugged at your lower lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moaned as his hands trailed down, groping your ass over the jacket.

“Can I have that lap dance now?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, pushing him back until his back came in contact with the front of his car.

“Get in.” not surprising he was gonna get rejected. He kissed his teeth sitting in the driver's seat.

“I’ll drop you off, yeah?” He was a little quiet, placing his hands on the wheel when the driver’s side door opened. He flinched when you entered, climbing onto his lap, shutting the door.

“Music?” you asked, tilting your head. Otoya stared at you for a series of seconds before snapping back to reality. He turned up the music, placing his hands on your hips.

You moved your hips, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath you. he sighs, throwing his head back. He’s never like this, he feels like he’s in high school going through puberty again.

His boner was poking into your core, you bit down on your lip, leaning in to graze your lips against him.

“Fuck..” he groaned. The music really set the scene, feeling it vibrate through your bodies.

“How much?” you pushed yourself back, looking confused

“For?”

“The dance? It was 150k for the kiss, how much for the dance and an additional 150 for the kiss you gave earlier.”

What.

There's no way in hell he could pay you that amount again, plus more. And your question was how does he just have this type of money lying around wherever he goes? is he trying to get robbed?

“I don’t know,” you said because you really didn’t know.

“Let's do 200k for the dance and 150k for the kiss, yeah?” god, how you hated guys who threw around money like it’s paper, it was so hot.

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A/n: wow he's rich rich. ik this is gonna flop cause otoya underrated asf and this chapter is rlly long but let's see. im gonna write a 2.5 which will include smut (can be read as a standalone)

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i wish moot; bunnyhops 🐰 200k for the dance PLUS 150k for the kiss??? mf are you trying to pay my bills? goddamn just throwing money around like it ain’t shit

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samm1e13

1 month ago

ᝰ.ᐟStreet racer!Rin

I remade my ugly ass street racer rin drawing. Anyways here's the revamped version 😛😛

(Does anyone see his tongue piercing 💔)

It still looking fucking ahh 💔💔 but it's better than before so whatever. I'm relearning how to draw so bear with me

I hate colour theory. Me and my homies hate colour theory

Made by me. Idm if you use, js credit me

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smash raw next question moot; bunnyhops 🐰 i see his tongue piercing but i’m trying to FEEL it 👀 whaaat who said that??

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samm1e13

1 month ago

when your first ever angst post is for touya and you scar your mutual so bad that they become afraid of your other angst fics 😬

i’m sorrryyy i love uuu 🫶🏼

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moots<33 sam/james yap session i’ve never written angst before in my life so i feel like this means i’m doing a good job?? i’m sorry kenzie forgive me 🥺

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