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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱
full nelson. ⋆ choking you. ⋆ fucking your ex. ⋆ squirting. ⋆ eating you out w a chain around his neck. ⋆ degradation (spanish ver.) ⋆ backshots.. but you’re the one who’s cuffed. ⋆ sending the porn he made w you to your bf.
CHOSO KAMO. ꒱
sensitivity. ⋆ mirror play. ⋆ tw: playing a risky game. ⋆ ‘manhandling’ you. ⋆ worshiping + sucking your tits. ⋆ his balls slapping against your clit. ⋆ using your titties to get off. ⋆ stroking him while he plays video games.
NANAMI KENTO. ꒱
sweet bunny. ⋆ riding him. ⋆ shower sex. ⋆ teasing + denying you. ⋆ thigh highs. ⋆ treating you and fingering you. ⋆ fingering his passenger princess. ⋆ distracting you while you read.
GOJO SATORU. ꒱
handcuffing you. ⋆ groping you. ⋆ dick just too good. ⋆ taking the condom off. ⋆ gripping onto the headboard. ⋆ fucking you in socks. ⋆ ravishing you senseless. ⋆ thrusting into you. ⋆ toying w you.
GETO SUGURU. ꒱
fucking you in the dark. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ fingering you until you turn into a water fountain. ⋆ squirting. ⋆ jerking him off. ⋆ sucking his balls. ⋆ fucking you dumb. ⋆ missionary w your legs closed.
the way you guys are excited for nothing is taking me out 😭
can we have a peek at your drafts 😖🫶🏾🩵
honestly, i love seeing other hot, sexy horny girls ovulating on my timeline! listen babe, if they won’t take you, we could be some good friends, trustt 💓
the petname ?! 🙇🏻♀️ yk what hell yea LETS BE MOOTS BABE
inappropriately touching nanami in a crowded elevator;
your nimble fingers pulling down the zip of his slacks and your hand sneakily prodding through the freed entrance as he grabs the metal bar behind himself, hoping no one notices anything.
and you’re the perfect picture of nonchalance: pretty face directed forward, the curled corner of your lips that he is able to distinguish from your profile telling him that you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself, and your pace unrelenting as you stroke him through his briefs.
up and down, up and down, up and down while kento feels like he is losing his mind, and why the hell is this elevator so slow and there’s so many people and no ounce of shame in you. same for him, though, he is worried if he should be disappointed with himself for giving in to his desires right in the crowded elevator or impressed by how persuasive you can be to convince him that it’s okay.
there was no persuasion from you, by the way — just a cute little smile at him whilst your eyes glimmered with mischief and nanami knew he was fucked.
when the last person, aside from him and you, leaves the elevator, you finally take out your hand in time with him pushing the “stop” button and pressing you against one of the cold walls, one veiny hand wrapping around your throat loosely as the other grips your bottom.
and kento kisses you like a thirsty man drinks water; he devours your mouth until all you can do is twitch in his hold as his thumb presses on your clit just right. rubbing, tugging, teasing and prodding while his lips encase your tongue between them and you grip the sides of his head, ruining his hair.
and when you come with a whiny moan escaping your pretty mouth, no thoughts behind your cloudy gaze and arms gripping his shoulders, nanami barely stops his hips from rutting rhythmically against the smooth surface of your thighs because him being a mess is only for your eyes whilst he doesn’t mind others seeing your fucked out face. they’ll know it’s from him anyway.
nobody writes him like how mara does🧎🏻♀️
*:・゚✧*:・゚can't stop thinking about yuuta who overhears you confidently telling your little friends, "i don't fuck virgins," at a party. listens intently as you go on and on and on about how you hate how inexperienced they are, how they require so much hand holding and fussing over the whole ordeal. "i wanna fuck someone who can fuck me the way i need it."
you're unimpressed when you first spot him across the party, rolling your eyes in a way that should not send excitement thrumming up and down his skin, sharp eyes twinkling under the harsh neon lights.
knows he's been looking for way too long when you finally make your way over, joining him at his solitary spot on the couch, surrounded by various levels of debauchery. "you going to make a move or just stare at me all day, lover boy?"
"i—no! wait, i mean yes, i want to make a move, but i—you see," he's tumbling over his own words under your scrutinizing gaze, and god, this has to be the world's worst impression ever, he knows there's no way you could possibly want him⸺
your eyes narrow. "spit it out."
"i'm a virgin."
for a moment, you let your eyes drift over his entire figure. you hum, a disappointed, low sound that makes his heart drop to his stomach. "a shame. you're actually real cute up close."
yuuta slumps, as if basking in the fact that he's hopeless, and it's almost funny, but then you remember how intently he looked at you, with so much unfiltered desire and need.
"i don't do charity cases," his ears perk up. you know you've got him, hook, line, and sinker as he nods so eagerly, invested in what you've got to say next, and it's delicious. you grin. you're going to devour him whole. "say, what if we just took a practice run?"
when you give him a sloppy, rough handjob in a tiny little bathroom sequestered off upstairs, he cums, embarrassingly fast and oh-so-loud, forcing you to have to cover his mouth with a spare hand.
"keep it quiet," you hiss as his eyes roll back, rutting uselessly into the palm of your hand, whimpering when you keep milking him for all his worth even as he cums. "but that's it, there you go. so pretty for me, huh, lover boy?"
he nods uselessly, back bowing at all of the unexpected sensations, but keeps his eyes trained to the way you pull your hand back to sneak a taste of him, pink tongue swiping across the glistening pad of your fingertip. eagerly accepts your fingers in turn to taste himself and your saliva. he closes his eyes at the taste, moaning softly.
when he opens his eyes, you're shimmying out of that tiny little skirt he's been eyeing all night, a glimmer of something devilish in your eyes. "you ready to lose your mind, yuuta?"
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LIGHT YAGAMI. ꒱
cuffed & backshots. ⋆ groping. ⋆ watch it slide in. ⋆ delicacy. ⋆ plaything. ⋆ ruthless pounding. ⋆ blinded. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ arch for him. ⋆ canon fucking. ⋆ bent over the counter.
L LAWLIET. ꒱
xo tatted all over his body. ⋆ unserious. ⋆ worshipper. ⋆ bent doggy. ⋆ bothering him. ⋆ sideways. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ under the desk support. ⋆ back tat. ⋆ misa dupe. ⋆ light a cig. ⋆ fingering.
EVERYYYthing about ur blog is sooo fucking cute😭 ily queen ALSO HONDURENA TWIN i need u as a moot pls
i followed back so quick, so fckn happy that youre from HONDURAS TOOOO OMFGG !! I LOVE YOUUUUUU
came across a tiktok where the bride surprises the groom with her ‘spicy’ photos throughout their wedding day and all i can think of is pulling a stunt like that with nanami .. the embarrassingly bright flush that appears in red splotches below his neck that creeps up his ears; the way he blinks at the polaroids you discreetly slip into his clammy hand before he looks at you, then away again as he clears his throat to dismiss his reaction; the flustered smile that quirks up at the corner of his lips as he chuckles because the timing could not be any more perfect (for you, at least. it isn’t for him but he’d let it slide).
the pictures aren’t too explicit—god knows you’ve been more brazen in the past with your now-husband. they’re sensual, tasteful, and you know that they’re just right when kento tries to pull you away to somewhere secluded during the busy moments in between your reception since he told you that your guests can wait a few minutes. you tell him no, not yet, but not without handing him another polaroid.
even if he kind of expected it, he can never truly prepare himself when he flits his eyes down. you’re donned in lingerie that hugs your body in all the right places, and best of all, the set you’re wearing shares the same shade of blue as his signature dress shirt.
he can’t wait for the formalities to end.