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After care with Gojo𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊⊹

Satoru drags his lips lazily onto your jawline his big strong hands still keeping your wrist pinned above your head. "you did so good for me.." he whispers, into your ear. His lips staring to lazily kiss the side of your neck. His cock still being inside of you as the mixture of both of your orgsams mixed together leaking out of you. Your legs still being pressed up against your chest.

He continues his lazy kisses, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck. He leans up pulling your arms down back to your side gently, knowing they're probably numb and sore. He removes his hands from your wrist, before pulling out of you watching your mixture of bliss spill out of you. Making his dick twitch at the sight. But he knows far too well that if you went another round you'd probably pass out on him.

His hand gently comes up to your cheek gently tapping it, making your eyes peer up at him lazily getting out of your trance. He softly smiles down at you slowly putting your legs down your feet meeting the soft sheets, your legs shaking still as your feet hit the soft sheets. Whining brining your arm up to cover your face.

Satoru softly chuckles as he gently caresses your knee with the back side of his hand "c'mon pretty girl lets get you cleaned up," he says his voice comforting. As he scoops you up bridal style carrying you to the bathroom to clean the both of you up.

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊⊹

-- A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit !! sorry for any spelling errors :3

I heavily fuck with people who self ship themselves with their favorite character. Like I love you and I wanna make out with you sometime!!(ɔˆ ³(ˆᴗˆc)

-im also on writers block (◞‸◟；) -

You were over at Kiyoomis apartment after getting done with a long and tiring clinical. Coming out of the bathroom after rinsing off and changing into a sports bra and his sweats, spotting him on the couch laptop in his lap as he types away fast and with pure concentration.

You walk over to him sitting on the couch next to him resting your chin on his shoulder snooping in what he was typing away about. Seeing him emailing his volleyball coach asking about the time practice will be on Wednesday from start to end.

"whats going on, on Wednesday?" you ask, peering your eyes up at him through your lashes.

He stops typing before answering "don't worry about it.." he bluntly says, before going back to typing. okay..whats up.. .you thought, now suspecting him and not for good reasons either. You raise an eyebrow at him growing concern on why he wasn't telling you. You and him have never kept secrets. He knew everything about you down to the last detail, and the same goes for him with you.

"are you cheating on me?" you tease, peering up at him through your lashes. He just sighs not wanting to reveal the secret he had plan for you, he shakes his head no, not saying anything still typing away on his laptop. watching him closely every word and detail he types away, finally finishing the email off and sending it to the MSBY coach.

Growing more and more inpatient and concern your hand coming up and resting on his shoulder, "Cmon baby tell me!!" you whine, clinging to his shoulder looking into his bored black eyes. He sits his laptop aside on the armrest of the couch, his big strong hands lifting you up by your waist sitting you down on to his lap. His large hands gently rub up and down your sides, his eyes boring into yours looking at you with a small frown as you look at him with a pout.

"why can't you tell me? we never keep secrets from each other," you mutter out, your hands fiddling with the hem of his black shirt. His frown grows bigger he hates it, hates keeping this stupid secret from you, but he has to. you'd regret it if he told you...he just knows you to well.

Kiyoomi sighs loudly he throws his head back on to the top of the couch cushions. "I can't tell you, and no I'm not cheating..just be patient and you'll see on Wednesday...'kay?" he assured, trying to keep you from getting mad, and this whole thing becoming an augment which he didn't wanna deal with.

You just groan rolling your eyes, you trusted omi with your whole life, so you trusted his word deciding to dropping the whole convo. Already worn out from your long clinical. His hands coming up behind the small of your back gently rubbing up and down trying his back to comfort you.

The next morning you and omissions were in the kitchen you sitting up on the kitchen counter watching him make eggs as you ramble about the drama that's been going on recently at school knowing he's listening by his facial expression changing.

He sits the spatula down on a paper towel looking over at you. "Go get your nails done I'll pay." he suddenly interrupts, making you stop talking, not questioning anything you nod affirming that you will. He nods gesturing for you to continue with your rambles.

it was Wednesday the same as always you sitting on the cold kitchen counter next to the stove watching kiyoomi cook as you talk his ear off. As he listens with a small smile on his face. But today as you talk he wasn't listening his head is going 100mph thinking about what he's gonna say and how to keep you from questioning anything. And if you're gonna say no or yes..he's overthinking every little detail.

Now you and Kiyoomi were in his car driving to god knows where. He just told you to get dolled up and not question anything. You opted for a strapless floral maxi dress, it hugging your curves just right. doing a blow out to your hair, and putting on different golds and slivers of jewelry all throughout your body.

You and him finally arrive and a garden pinks, purples, greens, oranges, and yellows. Littered around the garden, parking the car and getting out kiyo coming to your side opening the door for you, taking your hand and leading you to the designated spot he and his team sat up.

Your curiosity is burning inside of you, you were nervous. Why couldn't of he just told you that you were going on a date?

Kiyoomi lead you to a little part of the garden surrounded by flowers of different colors and sizes. a small table in the center of the court yard with a bottle of wine and food. He pulls your chair out for you, sitting down he gently scoots it in. he sits down across from you his hands coming out grabbing yours. He's internally freaking out, but he pushes it down his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

Kiyoomi stares hard at your ring finger imaging the image of the big rock decorating it.

Kiyoomi grunts, as you jump into his arms. After winning an important match for MSBY. Your arms hooking around his neck, your hands tangling with the back of his sweaty curls, as your legs wrap around his sweaty waist.

"Im so proud of you Kiyoo!!" You squeal, nuzzling your face into his sweaty hot neck. Pecking it from time to time. Kiyoomis strong arms wrap around your back like muscle memory, making him laugh breathlessly as you cuddle into him.

"Alright, alright. I love you too!" he laughs breathlessly, setting you back down on the gym floor. Before leaning down placing this big strong hands on your cheeks as he connects his lips with yours making you giggle against them.

Kiyoomi leans back up with a small smile on his face as his strong hands are still on your cheeks squishing them together making you let out a small huff. Your brows furrowing upwards as your lips turn upwards into a small letting out a giggle. Making Kiyoomi sigh letting go of your cheeks his strong hands coming up caressing one side of your cheek with his knuckles smiling down at you.

You and him were sitting on his bed watching some stupid movie he put on for background noise, you sit up turning on your side looking at him. He turns his head to the side to look at you his face looking bored.

"..." "..." "do you wanna kiss?" you blurted looking at him, "yeah." he says, before pulling you into his lap. His large hand coming behind your head tangling his fingers into your hair pushing your head down, as he crashes his lips onto yours his hand pulling your head to the side by your hair to deepen the kiss.

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JJK -> GOJO <3 Choso <3 Geto <3 YUJI !!

HQ -> Atsumu <3 Kenma <3 Suna <3 Tendō <3 Hinata <3 Iwaizumi !!

----A/N - quick Drabble :3

✰ drunk sex with satoru is soooo sloppppyyy and wet and aghh! 😵‍💫

cw fem!reader, sex under the influence, sloppy sex, spit, unprotected, spanking, creampie, breeding kink go brrrr

empty wine glasses are strewn about the wooden coffee table, trace remnants of pinot noir swirling the bottom of the dishes. what was meant to be a wholesome night of tipsy jeopardy and anagrams turned into a sloppy, drunken fit of greedy hands and utter desperation.

the two of you are entangled in a fervid, knotted mess amidst the soft carpet of his living room. tattered garments of clothing droop haphazardly from your writhing bodies. your flimsy, silken sleep shorts are mindlessly tugged just below the plush skin of your thighs, bunching around your knees as satoru nudges your panties aside with a blind hand.

you kiss eachother silly, drunkenly moaning and pulling at one another like two feral cats in a barren alleyway. two long fingers are messily gliding between your swollen lips before brazenly spreading them apart. a throaty little whine leaves you, hips bucking against the hand that paws at you.

“uhuh f— fuuckk.” is all he can manage between little gasps of air, his breath warm and narcotically sweet. “off… take this off,” he murmurs impatiently, hooking his lithe fingers beneath the hem of your shirt, “god, let me seeeee, i wanna see you — wanna taste ‘em.”

as you allow him to yank your shirt over your head, the prettiest cry is dragging from your gaped mouth and his cock twitches. hurriedly, satoru’s warm tongue is lolling out, latching against one of your hardening nipples and sucking. he groans greedily as he laps against your skin, swapping between your breasts with fervid eagerness.

“so pretty,” he babbles drunkenly, mindlessly pushing the fat of your breasts together to lick along the expanse of your soft, perspiring skin, “such a good, pretty girl… god, i wanna swallow you whole.”

a breathy little giggle interrupts your fit of whimpers, head spinning as your fingers thread throughout his mussed ivory hair, dragging him closer. with a whimper, your head is deliriously craning back, pressing into the lavishly plush carpet. gossamers of treacly saliva connect his bottom lip to your skin as he pulls away, gasping. satoru trails his lips up your exposed throat, sloppily kissing his way to your parted mouth in a slick, slovenly mess.

“open that mouth for me,” he mutters against the corner of your lips, remnants of overpriced alcohol on his breath, “i wanna see your tongue, stick it out gooood for me.”

like the obedient girl he knows you are, you’re dropping your jaw and presenting your tongue to him. a gurgled sound leaves him, his body shuddering from your unrelenting obedience. between words of praise and heaving pants, he’s leaning down and drooling onto the plush center of your tongue. a deep, sensual groan belts from the pit of his sternum as he leans even closer to fully take your tongue into his own mouth, sucking on it with a satisfied hum of pleasure.

you possess half the brain to kiss him back properly as he envelops your lips yet again, messily kissing you into the floor of his high rise apartment with little recollection of how it even got to this point. satoru can hardly help the way he’s tugging at the waistband of his sweats, but he drunkenly forgets to undo the knotted bow so he whines impatiently as he struggles.

“fuuuck, help me!” desperately, he’s reaching for your hand as he whines, pulling it over his stiff cock so that you can somehow untie the tight little bow at the top of his sweatpants. “god, take them off before i fucking cum.”

eventually, you manage to get the hem of his sweats just below his twitching cock and with a low, droning groan of relief, satoru is woozily pulling you on top of him. he watches drunkenly as you pull your sodden panties aside before raising your hips above his drooling cock head.

that poor, weeping cunt drools down the length of his cock. warm strings of pretty arousal leak from your tightening hole, filthily marrying with the amalgamated precum that lewdly seeps from the swollen head of satoru’s cock. god, it’s a fucking mess — the both of you are practically spilling over with honeyed arousal and overbearing lust as you paw at one another.

abruptly, those large, greedy hands are pulling you down, down, down. satoru stuffs you to an unapologetic hilt in one fell swoop, savoring the obscene way your cunt tightens around him, wordlessly begging for more. he listens to your body’s aching cries of pleasure as he drags you off his cock, but it’s only to plop you right back down again with a shared mewl of rapture.

“oh my god, c’mereee.” it’s almost growl as he yanks you closer with a little more force than intended, his desperate hips beginning to rut beneath you. “kiss me s… so sloppy, i wanna taste that mouth, fuck.”

two big hands are reaching for the sides of your face, dragging you impossibly closer. you whine so prettily into his mouth as his tongue laps and glissades over yours, rivulets of drool spilling from the corners of his lips. wanton whimpers drip from his unabashed mouth, his pretty boy noises like kindle to a rampant flame.

“fuck, 'm so dizzy.” you mumble, a thin gossamer of candied saliva tethering your bottom lips together, marrying you as one. “your cock feels soooo good… soo p-perfect.”

satoru’s mouth gapes, those messy, ivory brows knitting together and screwing his face up in a way that makes your stomach sink. big hands are squeeezing the fat of your ass, lengthy fingers digging so deliciously into your warm skin that you let off short little gasp. a loud, earsplitting thwack! follows, resounding off the walls as his hand lands against your skin. the contact has your poor cunt clenching so hard around his cock that it’s evoking a long, guttural cry from his throat.

“hit me again…” it’s merely a breath lost between your shared pants, “fuck! hit me again, sato. do it a-again!”

a drunk little giggle leaves him, but he does it again, and again, and again — messily smacking the fat of your ass before soothingly kneading the raw skin with the palm of his hand. your head hurts trying to make sense of the prickling pain as it’s quickly being pacified by the same hand.

“c’mon, fuck me good.” he urges, shamelessly pulling you back and forth across his aching cock.

and maybe later you’ll blame the alcohol for the way you’re sloppily bouncing up and down the entire length of his cock, tongue hanging from the corner of your mouth like a bitch in heat, but none of that matters now. you can hardly help the hands that are running over your breasts, sluttily pulling your sensitive nipples between the pads of your fingers as your head dumbly slumps to the side.

satoru let’s off a throaty little groan, pushing your damp panties further into the crevice of your thigh, desperate to see more of that wet, sloppy pussy. greedily, he’s spreading your lips, a heavy thumb catching your swollen clit in a frenzied slew of unintelligible shapes and it’s pulling your jaw slack.

“mmh such a messy cunt… look at t-that.” he blathers, pupils dilating at the sight of his big thumb effortlessly gliding over your twitching clit, aimlessly slipping around the bundle of nerves. “did losing to me in jeopardy make you this wet, huhhh?”

you shake your head stupidly, grinding your pussy down onto him as you hold his cock deeeep. “you… those fucking sweatpants… the wine”

“fuck, the wine.” he affirms, nodding up to you in silent agreement. and it’s that same fucking wine that has him on the verge of unloading an obscene amount of cum inside of you with a rickety stutter of his hips. “gonna make me c— cuuum.” satoru chokes.

“cum inside of me.” it’s a timid whisper that tumbles past your lips faster than you can bring a hand over your mouth and gasp in your feigned incredulity.

that throbbing cock twitches. “f— fuuucck, stop d-don’t say that.” he dismisses half-heartedly, a nervous little laugh following his breathy words. “it’s just the wine, baby—hah, don’t say that… you don’t mean it.”

“please, baby? it’ll make me cum soo h-hard.” woozily, you’re dropping your head to pull his lips into a slow, filthy kiss — panting into the depths of his honeyed mouth as you whine so sluttily, begging for his seed. “wan’ you to get me pregnant.. ‘m so closeee. baby, please?”

the deep, gurgled sound that leaves his sore throat is purely a beacon of hope, he’s caving. pathetically. a hand is splaying across your throat before desperately dragging you closer. his fruitless protests are hopelessly lost, swallowed and forgotten in the endless of abyss of pleasure that is you.

“yeeeah? is that what you w-want? me to breed that perfect cunt?” it’s merely a growl, hotly mumbled against your lips, slick strands of saliva threading your mouths together before snapping with the growing distance. “will that make my pretty girl happy?”

you nod down to him, pretty brows furrowing in your crescendoing arousal as you rock your wobbly hips down against him. a heavy digit is steady on your clit, thumbing your poor cunt over and over and over, relentlessly tracing over the twitching bundle of nerves so many times that your back arches away from his touch.

“shiiiit, ‘m cumming… fuck fuck!” he hiccups, unsteady hips rutting against yours, fucking himself so unbelievably deep that he’s spilling out an obscene amount warm, viscous cum, marking your pulsing walls. “oh god, cum on it... cum around my cock and allll of that fucking cum like a good, sloppy girl.”

satoru gapes as you shudder and choke on your gasping breaths. he watches the narcotic jerk of your hips as you chase your orgasm, your head deliriously lolling back to dangle beyond your shoulders. god and you sound so fucking pretty, just whining and gasping and humming out beautiful sighs of ecstasy like a beaten record.

your stomach tightens, core aching with an undeniable need as you cum around his messy cock, the pad of his thumb steadily rubbing you through it, teasingly following the unpredictable buck of your hips. if he were of half the brain, he'd cum again, stuffing you with yet another filthy load of cum but, you’ve fucked each other dumb enough.

“n– never buying that shit again,” he murmurs breathily, chest heaving as he pulls you into a warm, sweaty embrace. “you talk too crazy.”

you shrug, an impish grin kissing your lips. “now what did we learn about buying wine off of suguru?”

"never fucking do it."

Kiyoomi walks in the dim light apartment, first thought is where you could be. So shaking off his gym bag placing it on the bench and taking off his shoes placing them in their cubby slot, putting on his house shoes trailing off into the house.

He enters the clean kitchen a small candle lit on the kitchen island, that's when he knew you were home. You wouldn't mindlessly leave a candle lit if you were out. Sighing to himself he walked into the living room. the tv having a big ..are you still watching.. displaying on the tv.

He stalks over more into the living room his muscles relaxing see you curled up in a big MSBY merch blanket. smiling to himself softly as he stand behind the couch leaning down his hands placed on top of the couch keeping him steady. Placing a soft kiss on top of your head, making you stir awake at the feeling.

"Kiyo..?" you mumble sleepily, your eyes fluttering open slowly. Finally half awake your eyes adjusting the first thing you see is your husband staring down at you with the softest smile on his face. You sit up on the couch the blanket falling of your shoulders and down on to your lap.

"Hi my love," he cooed, his voice soft and comforting. Turning your head to look at him fully.

"How was practice?" you yawn, stretching your arms up. He smiles down at you, walking around the couch sitting down next to you his strong arm coming out his hand pulling you to lay your head on his thigh. Gently stroking your hair your face towards him. Your eyes looking up into his smiling up at him relaxing into his warm touch.

"practice was fine," whispering to your, you nod slightly.

"How was your day?" he asked, his large rough hadn't stopping at the top of your head and you adjust the blanket. Once adjusted he started stroking your head again from time to time he'd scratch your scalp.

"my day was good! I went to that flower shop downtown, then I came back and got ready for the gym...I worked out for a bit. Then I kinda realized I wanted to try out pilates. So I went to a class and oh my goddd..those pilate bitches don't play!..." whining out the last bit of your sentence.

Kiyoomi smiles listening to you ramble about your day, occasionally saying things like "oh yeah?".. "really?" .. "ah..." making you get even more involved with your day as he ask you tiny questions in answering.

He loved when you did this, him asking those tiny little questions or statements making you ramble even more about it. He's always interested how your day went, no matter what even if you did nothing that day. He'd still come home after practice and drag you into his lap playing with your hair asking you the same question. The pillow talk going on for hours, before someone mentions the thought of food. And boom you are both shuffling to the kitchen prepping dinner.

Soft kisses and giggles as you still ramble about your day and other topics you were interested in. Lifting yourself up on the cold kitchen counter by the stove watching Kiyo season the chicken. You stop talking, making kiyoomi look up at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm listening, go on," he says, you blush your eyes widening for a moment. he turns his head back down to the chicken, You smile before picking up where you left off on your story.

Sakusa Kiyoomi would always listen to you, no matter what it's about he's always listening <3

-a/n sorry for any spelling errors :3

Sitting on the edge of your boyfriends bed opening the oval blind box, taking out the plastic bag ripping it open. Your eyes go wide like saucers admiring the little cherry blossom cat sonny angel you've been trying to get your hands on for months now.

You about scream bouncing up and down on the edge of the bed grinning so big looking up at your boyfriend him having his own oval box in his hand. You giggle shoving the angel figurine into his face, "look!! It's the cat!! I've been trying to find this fucker for so long!" you squeal, your boyfriend chuckles his large hand coming up patting the top of your head.

"Does this mean no more angels?"

You take the angel figurine out of his face semi glaring at him. He laughs nervously knowing this addiction of yours isn't gonna end anytime soon. Your eyes flicker to the blind box resting in his right hand, then flicking up meeting his.

"open yours I wanna see what you got!!" you say, resting the cat into your lap. Your eyes intently watch as his skillful fingers open the oval box taking out the plastic bag ripping it open. Revealing a orange cat with overalls holding a little bottle of milk.

Your lips turn upwards picking up the little figurine you got holding it beside his angel. "they can be siblings!" you giggle, peering up at him through your lashes. All he does is let out a breathless chuckle shaking his head.

"yeah, adopted siblings," he chuckles, looking at the difference of the cats.

The soft look you were giving him turns to a glare as you snatched you cat angel away from his bringing it to your chest. "don't be mean," you say, clutching the figurine to your chest.

Your boyfriend laughs out loud now leaning over kissing the top of your head. His free hand coming up resting on the small part of your back, leaning back up peering down at you his eyes catching glimpse of the cat figurine smashed against your chest making him wish it were him.

HQ- SUNA, Sakusa, Osamu, Atsumu, Kenma, iwazumi, Kuroo, Oikawa,

JJK- Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Inumaki, Yuji

---sorry for any writing errors :3