Bad Medicine

Happy birthday Dazai!

Dazai x afab!gn!reader [wc:2.8k]

Content/warnings: 18+, couch sex, humping, unprotected sex, more of a dom-ish reader, Dazai is called princess, y'all skip work but that's always morally correct

Notes: I began this bitch over a year ago as a joke and it's finally out. Dedicated to the lovely @sproutzai because I love him and also because he made the pretty layout!

All things considered, it’s not that big of a surprise that Dazai ends up in your bed. Your job is filing reports, the pay isn’t good enough to justify any wild clubbing, and there’s something in his pretty eyes that’s been promising you a lot of things ever since you joined the agency. It feels like you’re a puzzle he’s been trying to crack, poking and prodding and letting his hands ghost over your back whenever he walks by; high enough that it’s not off putting, low enough that you want to yank him closer by the lapels of his stupid coat and tell him to just commit already, damnit.

His sweet, singsong voice is low, purring in your ears while his hand cradles your face. His fingers are long and boney, cold, circling behind your neck to pull you into him. The door to your apartment is solid against your back and his hips fit snugly in your hands.

You break away to unlock it, ignoring the man pawing at your back and mouthing at your neck in favour of getting your key in the hole. Fuck, you can’t believe you’re skipping work for this guy.

Sunlight falls across the floor of your apartment, dust dancing through your living room. When you reach behind you to tug him inside he stumbles, his eyes dark with anticipation but the edges of his mouth twitching upwards like a giddy teenager. His already rebellious hair falling into his face, vest half undone, shirt untucked and rumpled around his waist. Your fault, not that you’re sorry about messing him up a little.

Dazai licks his lips and smiles, a little predatory, a lot daring, and you knowingly take the bait, pulling him close and grabbing wherever you can, your mouth continuing where it had last left his jaw. Two pairs of shoes are hastily kicked off, landing mingled on the floor. You should both be working, you in the office and him outside and yet here you are, grinding against each other like a pair of overeager kids, and you can’t even bring yourself to care. You can feel his bulge growing under his slacks, his hands wandering downwards to squeeze your ass and pull you in by your belt loops, drool collecting hot and heavy on the edges of your mouths.

Your blazer falls over the nearest chair as you pull Dazai backwards, making your way across the room by pure memory. The back of your leg hits the edge of the couch, cushions sinking under your combined weight as his knee lands between your thighs, his body covering yours. It’s easy to hook one finger, and then two, under the bandages on his neck and drag him down. A groan slips out of his mouth, one you quickly silence with your own eager lips. He eagerly follows your pull, crawling up to you with his hands caging you in on either side of your head.

You tug the bandage down to expose his pale neck and nip at his throat, delighting in the full body shiver that runs through him and presses you closer.

“You like that?” Your lips graze his pulse point and he inhales sharply. His throat bobs.

After a beat of silence he groans a little, and it makes you laugh.

“Answer me,” you say lightly, smiling. He chuckles.

“You’re really going to make me say it?” he pouts, adjusting himself so your eyes can meet. His hair is falling all round, framing his face and reddened lips.

“I can do a lot worse, princess.” The nickname slips out unintentionally, but you see his eyes widen a fraction, feel a twitch against your thigh and know you’ve struck gold.

He looks away first, dropping his head to your shoulder and nestling himself right against your collar before saying, “please?”

Heat spears straight through your abdomen, tugging him up by the bandages to crash your mouths together in a kiss that’s more teeth than tongue and makes Dazai whine in delight. He relaxes against you completely, held up only by his forearms on the armrest, knowing he’s got you. When you break away the sun is in his eyes, turning them sienna.

“Take that stupid coat off,” you whisper.

“Only the coat?” He’s already scrambling back, slipping his arms out of the sleeves. Bandages hide all his skin until they disappear into the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.

As you sit up, reaching for his vest, he takes your wrists and presses them flat against his chest, leaning in to kiss you again. He lets his lips hover, barely brushing your own, letting his breath fan across your face. His nose is nearly touching yours. Your fingers fumble for the buttons on his shirt and vest, giving way to the rough feeling of bandages wrapped around his chest as his own cold hands make quick work of your shirt. He traces the curve of your shoulder and follows it down your arms, tossing the fabric to the ground in a heap.

“I’m going to have to iron that later,” you complain absently, but the thought of returning to work is admittedly fading from your mind with every kiss.

Dazai’s vest falls on the cushions behind him. “You worry too much,” he says, squeezing your hips to put your focus back on him.

Your hands go to his middle, fingers dancing carefully over his bandaged torso so as to not dislodge anything, feeling his hip bones poke through his slacks. You press forward, one hand splayed across his stomach until Dazai gets the hint and falls back against the other end of the couch with a spark of excitement in his eyes. His pants are easy to undo, hasty fingers tugging the fabric down to expose his hips as he reaches for your own waistband and pulls you to sit on his thighs.

“Sit back.” Your voice is a little shaky as you grab his cold, bandaged wrists and push them up by his head. He laughs, grinning at you with a spark in his eyes.

“Come on,” he whines, reaching out again. You swat his hands off your hips and he pouts, letting them fall back.

“Patience,” you say, giving him a pointed look, already back to teasing his thighs, fingers running over the edge of his bandages. You snap his boxers against his skin, making his fists clench by his head and his brows twitch, smile twitching at the edges. His stomach jumps as you watch shamelessly, your eyes on the sliver of scarred thighs and tummy, and the mass of dark hair trailing down between his legs.

“Lift your hips for me,” you instruct, hands suddenly aching to pull everything off him.

Dazai happily complies, wriggling his hips to help, sighing as his length springs free from his boxers and he kicks them off.

Palm wet with spit you reach for his cock, watching with satisfaction as Dazai’s eyes unfocus when you squeeze the base.

“What, no bandages here?” You tease, smiling up at him. He chuckles, though it sounds significantly less steady than his usual voice.

It’s not the thickest you’ve seen by far, but it’s long and twitches invitingly under your gaze, the tip flushed a pretty pink. You run your fingers up the underside and push it against his stomach, thumb rolling over the head and catching his slit, coming away stained with a bit of precum. Dazai is staring at you while you’re staring at his dick, too mesmerized to appreciate the flush on his cheeks.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked,” Dazai pouts, once again tugging on your pant leg.

“Fine, fine, greedy cunt,” you grumble, though there’s a smile tugging at your lips. It’s not bad at all to be so wanted, especially not if it’s Dazai looking at you with his twinkling eyes.

It’s not hard to shuck the rest of your clothes, finally leaving you bare before him, but you don’t let him get a good look before you’re back on top of him, straddling his thighs. Once again taking his cock into your hands you give it a few gentle strokes before carefully sitting on it and his stomach, trapping his dick between your pussy lips.

Dazai’s hips twitch up and he groans, his hands instinctively flying to your hips and squeezing the warm flesh. You take a deep breath, grinding yourself back and forth in tiny motions that make his cockhead rub just right against your clit. You’re soaked, your cunt already making a mess all over his length and even his stomach, the slick easing your movements and helping you hump him. Dazai is still holding tight onto your hips and looking up at you with wonder in his gaze, and you spy him licking his lips.

You brace yourself on his chest and roll your hips with slow, sensual movements, looking down at the man spread out beneath you. Dazai is looking back with need and wonder on his face, his hips rocking up to meet yours, his cock slotted perfectly against you. You lower your head to his and brush your lips against his, sucking on his bottom lip and trapping the soft flesh between your teeth for a second before pulling away, kissing and nipping at his chin and under his jaw as Dazai tilts his head back and whines, his boney hands tightening on your hips. Travelling further down your mouth finds his collarbones and eventually the hard nub of a nipple, hidden away under his bandages. Dazai tenses when you rub your lips against it, letting out a delicate, shuddering whine and humping you a bit faster. Smiling, you ignore the discomfort of your position and instead lavish the whole area with your tongue, flattening it and letting your spit soak his bandages.

Dazai brings his face to your shoulder, kissing and sucking, tiny kitten licks that leave behind sparks of cold. Oh, he knows exactly what he’s doing. Nimble fingers trace your spine from your neck to your hips, drawing senseless curves and circles, committing your skin to memory. It makes you shudder and him smile, adding a hint of nail to his touches that has you shivering, your hips snapping forwards involuntarily. The eager mouth on your skin falls open as you wrap your lips around his nipple and suck, his tongue lolling out and pressing flat against your collarbone. He licks a stripe up to your neck but you can feel his breath trembling against you and it makes your heart flutter.

“You like this, don’t you?” You groan against Dazai’s chest, kissing the crisscrossing bandages over his heart. He’s also curled up a bit to reach your shoulder without having to stop humping your soft cunt, and his tummy is tense.

“Mhmm,” Dazai sighs happily, relaxing against the cushions and kissing the top of your head. “And you do too.”

Your hips slow a little as you get distracted, choosing to brace yourself on the sofa on either side of Dazai’s midsection instead of on his chest, taking his other nipple into your mouth and giving that one some soft kisses too. It’s poking through a gap in his bandages, pink and swollen, delectable. Dazai wriggles his hips and tries to keep moving you back and forth on his aching cock, the head catching on your entrance a few times but sliding harmlessly away, too covered in your wetness to give any sort of friction.

“Don’t be impatient,” you chastise him without any heat, sitting fully on his hips to stop him from moving around while you explore his chest to your heart’s content.

“At least don’t leave me hanging,” Dazai whines, looking straight at you with pleading eyes and a pretty pout.

You know he’s acting but that doesn’t make him any less pretty, or any less enticing. His lips are parted and you can see his chest rise and fall, the faint blush on his cheeks, the way his dark hair is spread in one perfect tangle all over the cushion. Your cheeks feel hot, and when his long hands grip your ass and move your hips back and forth you let him set the pace without much protest.

A whiny moan vibrates through Dazai’s chest as you wrap your mouth around his nipple again, one hand coming up to toy with the other one. You flick and pinch it, rolling the delicate bud between your fingers and biting gently on the other to make him jump. He’s shaking beneath you, his movements choppy as he ruts against your slick cunt and whines shamelessly.

“Hey- I’m-” Dazai pants, trying to warn you of something in a breathy voice.

His tone makes you grin, still rubbing firm circles into his nipple as you lean up and kiss his neck. His body tenses under you and you lick the underside of his jaw, taking some of the delicate skin between your teeth and applying barely enough pressure to leave a mark.

“Go on princess,” you whisper against his skin, pretty sure you know what’s going to happen.

That seems to do it for him as hot, sticky ropes of white paint his stomach. His cock twitches against you as he cums, thick spurts that seem to go on forever. Mesmerized, you drag two fingers through the mess and smear it across his skin, even rubbing the tip of his cock to cover it in a milky sheen. Dazai mewls and looks at you with wide eyes, a half smile of triumph on his face. He seems excited, and that only grows when you begin to move your hips again. He whines and squirms but doesn’t do anything to push you off, his stomach tensing with every slow roll of your hips.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting all this time?” You murmur, reaching out to hold his face and pull him in for a kiss.

Dazai groans, trying to shove his tongue past your lips and lick the roof of your mouth. His hands find your ass and squeeze appreciatively, his hips rolling almost instinctively against yours.

“You’re- enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Dazai pants, breaking away just enough to show you a cheeky smile before capturing your lips again.

You manage a noise of assent, too preoccupied with grinding against him just right, quick and shallow thrusts that rub your clit just right without the hood getting in the way. Your heart thumps in your chest and there’s a distinct coil of need growing in your stomach. Dazai’s mouth is sloppy and eager, his kisses landing on your cheeks and chin. He’s also getting close, if his eager pace and quiet whines are anything to go by.

“Again?” You ask just to make sure, reaching down between your bodies.

“One- one more,” He whines, hips bucking when your hand closes around his cock. His skin shines with sweat, almost making him glow beneath you.

His length slips inside you, hot and messy and making him buck his hips as you gasp in unison. His head falls back with a low groan, and you grit your teeth. He fits so comfortably, giving your cunt something to clench around without being thick enough to sting, a pleasant weight in your abdomen.

“Fuck- good, that’s it,” you gasp, gripping his chin again. “Look at me, princess.”

Dazais eyes are dark and flat, pupils blown, and he’s biting down on his chapped lip with a small furrow in his brow. He looks pretty enough for you to eat him whole. It only takes a few seconds of you grinding and rolling your hips before he makes a noise that’s all sorts of needy and you fight to keep your eyes from closing as your orgasm rips though you. You look down just in time to see his back arch, his mouth parting with a sweet cry, feet kicking behind you as his hands grasp the couch beside his head. Muscles tense your hips keep moving on their own, prolonging both your highs until you eventually collapse into the man beneath you.

Your legs burn when you finally stretch them out, lying on Dazai’s chest and finally letting yourself catch your breath, basking in the pleasant glow of release. He’s a bit cold to the touch but it’s soothing right now, especially when he puts one of his hands on your back. You can hear his heartbeat.

A phone rings from somewhere inside a pocket, halfway across the room. Before you can even grumble and try to get up, thin arms wrap around you and you find yourself trapped in Dazai’s surprisingly strong grip.

“Nnnnnooo…” he whines, throwing one leg clumsily over yours, “not yet….”

“Really?” You snort. “You’re going to pull a ‘five more minutes’ on me?”

He just laughs, giving you a squeeze. “I meant, I’m not done with you yet. Come on,” his voice turns a little whiny, pleading, “you’re not going to leave right now are you?”

“I guess not.”

prohero!katsuki x reader — suggestive, mdni

Walking home alone at this hour is dangerous. Reckless, stupid. You'll get swallowed up by all kinds of creeps, your boyfriend told you once.

That’s why you need a hero to take care of you when this happens.

Pro Hero Dynamight — first in the official Chart, the bastard that makes all the villains shriek and the girls scream — makes this clear as he presses up against your back, thigh peeking between your legs, mouth to the shell of your ear — all for security, of course. He slides a heated hand from your hip to the curve of your thigh, his gloves rough on skin if it weren’t for the barrier of your jeans.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ out here all alone?” Dynamight rasps to your neck.

You gasp at the heat of his body towering over you, feeling a little weak in the knees. A big, strong Pro Hero cornering you like this… It’s a little scandalous. Your heart pounds for all the wrong reasons. “My— My boyfriend's working overtime. He’s a Pro, too, you see. A little too busy for me sometimes, Dynamight, sir.”

His big hand spans across your thigh, a steady weight that twitches at your formal address. It explores boldly. “A Pro, huh,” he echoes, gripping your chin to press his mouth against your jaw. “Looks like he ain’t doin’ his job to me.”

You shudder, and he follows it with a finger trailing up your spine near possessively, a dragon to his newly-found treasure. You tilt your head to meet the pierce of his red eyes, too helpless to not draw closer to the mouth that’s putting you in a trance with each filthy word. A handsome man like him, so eager to touch you... Who is to blame you, really? Your boyfriend’s left you a little needy.

“Ah, but — it’s okay.” You squirm and look up at him through your lashes. Coy and easy. “I’m used to taking care of myself. He’s busy enough.”

“He’s a jackass,” Dynamight says fiercely, half-distracted by your mouth.

You nearly break character, a little laugh slipping out. And with the way he grins, he knows what he’s doing wrong.

“Ahem. Dynamight, sir,” you return seamlessly, with the grace of a professional. Your back arches willingly as he drags you impossibly close, hip to hip. “We can’t… not like this. Someone might see.”

“Who gives a shit,” he says, then grips one whole thigh and squeezes appreciatively. “You’re already ruttin’ against me like a horndog, anyway.”

“Like a—” Incensed, you slap his chest, then hit it a few times more out of frustration. “Katsuki, gross! Stop ruining the scene, dammit.”

“What?” Katsuki’s frowns rather theatrically. The picture of innocence that doesn’t quite fit with his growing smug grin. “I didn’t ruin anything. Look, I’m still har—”

“Okay.” You exhale sharply, pushing away from him. Katsuki laughs, trying to pull you back to him, cooing. “You know what? Just skip the foreplay and take me home.”

i just think that service dom kageyama (who happens to be virgin and keeps asking for your guidance to help him make you feel the best that you can. who, after he makes you cum for the first time, keeps making you orgasm again and again because “you’re so pretty when you cum”. who has such incredible self control that the first time he actually has sex with you he ends up fucking you stupid before he even thinks about finishing) is something we should talk about more :)

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You walked up to the tall middle blocker, bracing yourself for whatever line you might come up with. Flirting was never your strong suit, but you were blessed with shameless confidence.

“Hey there, handsome. You can middle-block me any time you want if you know what I mean.”

Suna squinted, looking both confused and offended. “I actually have no idea what you mean.”

With an understanding hum, you looked around for some inspiration and found nothing. Instead, you turned back to him with that same playful glint in your eyes. “That’s what he said.”

He gaped slightly, now looking quite concerned, which in total was more emotion than you’d seen from him through the whole volleyball game he just played. “I’m curious if this is going how you wanted it to," he admitted.

“Depends. Will I get your number?”

“…I’m down.”

spotting freckles w/ kuroo | wc: 252 masterlist

    “you have something on your face,” kuroo remarks, resting his chin in his hand.

  you set down your cupcake, using your finger to wipe at the side of your mouth. when nothing comes off onto your finger, you look over at kuroo, lips pursed in annoyance, “really? and where may it be?”

  “well, right here..” he touches the bridge of your nose, “and here, and right there, and there…” 

  as soon as he starts tapping along your cheeks and by the corners of your eyes, you can tell he means your freckles. it’s nothing you’ve been insanely insecure about, but right now, as he taps each of them, you can feel heat rising to your cheeks. especially as his eyes narrow some, focusing on each spot.

  “you do know that freckles can come from sun exposure right?? like your melanin is building more than normal and you could gain melanoma. and you have a lot!” kuroo crinkles his nose, his eyebrows lowering and giving him a more severe expression.

  you roll your eyes, lightly shaking your head at his concerns, “babe, i love you, and i appreciate your concern. but sometimes it’s just genetics, and freckles aren’t necessarily an indicator of cancer. it’s just with the amount of sun i’ve gotten lately, i’ve gotten quite a few.”

  “i will love you through the chemotherapy, just so you know.”

  “i don’t have melanoma suro!” you push his shoulder with your hand, grabbing your cupcake before you have the urge to mess with him more.

MEETCUTE . . .

❥ in which you go on a horrible date, but meetcute the waiter

pairing. rintaro suna x f!reader

wc. 578

a/n. i wrote thisbto distract the factthat i havebt updated ggez even though this is a totallydifderent fabdom :p enjoy

your heels clacked against the cemented pavement. you were currently about to be late to meet up with your tinder date for the first time. you’ve never downloaded tinder before last tuesday and you pray to the ones above that you don’t get surprised by an undercover seventy-something year old.

finally, you reach the fancy restaurant with a nicely decorated exterior your date told you to meet him at. it was definitely out of your tax bracket; you are definitely going to make a second dinner after this.

upon entering the restaurant, a woman with a slick-back bun who looked like she was in her thirties, probably, immediately walked up to you.

“how many?” she asked, with a stoic expression.

“uh-“ you were honestly terrified of the woman staring you down. “i have a reserved table with um — kosei tsuburaba?”

the woman nodded her head and started walking away, queuing you to follow right behind. you pass by multiple seemingly happy couples until you reach a table with a free seat at the end of the hall. you slightly nod and smile at the woman who leaves the menu on top of the table whilst walking away.

you look over to your date. he was definitely cute; he looked just like his profile, if not better. you take your seat, looking at the apathetic man. “yn right?” his voice was flat and seemed much less ecstatic than the texts he would send days prior. you nod, not wanting to seem rude. upon sitting down, you were caught off guard with the comment made by the man. “you, uh, look a lot different from your pictures. do you photoshop them?”

your jaw physically dropped and you were too much in disbelief to speak. your expression probably stunned your date too because neither of you noticed the waiter who was already there. “excuse me? are you two ready to order?” you turn your head to face the waiter – whose name tag spelt out rintaro suna, but before you could utter a word, kosei spoke up.

“i actually already ate before this.” he stands up, leaving an even more shocked look on your face. with a smile on his face he says, “enjoy your meal yn!” and leaves you on your own.

“what the fuck.” you mutter, cursing him for being absolutely unbelievable and yourself for wasting your time by downloading tinder in the first place. it was when you lean back into your chair where you realize that the waiter was still standing next to your table.

you take a good look at him — he had a nonchalant expression to his flawless face – he takes a good look at you. the brain fog wears off after that humiliating experience. “oh my god. i’m so sorry.” you grab your purse and stand up.

he looked awfully calm, as if he goes through the scene everyday. “it’s totally okay,” he gave a small smirk. “that guy’s a total asshole.”

you smile and nod before you turn around and start heading towards the exit. “wait,” you hear the same voice come from behind you. turning around, hoping you wouldn’t be charged for wasting his time, you were met with the sweet eyes of the suna. “i’ll give you my number.”

you were confused and tilted your head to express it. suna understood this gesture and blurted out, “so i can take you on a proper date.”

when hinata gets back from brazil, you’re not sure what to think.

he’s been your best friend, for many years at this point but you can’t help but feel your heart leap out of your chest at the site of him. it was already unbearable over facetime, but it’s even worse in person.

he sits on your couch, tanned and jet lagged, with wide spread legs as he leans back. his stare is lazy as he looks up at you, standing in between his legs with your arms crossed.

“cmon, just tell me,” he smirks up at you, and you about melt. “what’s got you so worked up? you’ve been weird all night.”

you can’t quite find the words for “you’re fucking hot we should make out”, so you simply shake your head.

hinata isn’t dumb, though. the boy that left japan might have been naive, but he’s not. he knows exactly what’s going on. no matter what was going on during the movie you were dying to watch, your eyes never left him.

“fine, have it your way,” he puts his palms up to surrender, smirk still playing at his lips. you turn to walk towards your bedroom, but you’re stopped quickly when hinata yanks you down to his lap.

“shoyo!”

“i could always tickle it out of you,” he chuckles, fingers dancing up your sides while you writhe in his grasp, gasping out laughs while he smiles wide at you.

amidst the escape attempt, you find yourself seated perfectly on his lap, too distracted to notice. he presses his hips up into yours, and a gasp sneaks through your laughter. he stops his fingers, sliding them back down to your hips, and your giggles stop at the back of your throat.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, head tilted and tongue peaking from between his teeth. your breaths are quick and shallow, hands still grasping his wrists. “it seems like you need some attention,” he rasps, accentuating his words with a squeeze of your hips.

“s-shoyo,” you whisper, looking down at him with hooded eyes. he smiles.

“what, baby?” his hands slide up your stomach and waist, thumbs brushing over your now hardened nipples poking through your sleep shirt. he pushes his hips up at the same time, grinning as you gasp and arch into his touch.

his hands remain on your chest for a moment, before reaching up to cup your cheeks. he returns your gaze before running his thumb across your lip.

“you need it bad, huh baby? let me help you.”

your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called ‘sweet / pretty girl, baby, princess’. beta read? what’s that.

you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. ‘i promise, baby, c'moooon’ — you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.

“fine, but only one kiss, okay?” you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kiss—only for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.

satoru’s soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoru’s low, needy whimpers.

the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.

“mh, you’re such a good kisser, baby,” the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lips—your head tilting to the side and back—automatically accomodating to satoru’s motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, “more, ngh, need more of you, please.”

satoru was not letting up. you couldn’t blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensity—going from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.

you whine and straddle satoru’s lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.

he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.

satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.

“mhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.” satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.

it was perfect. all of you was perfect.

your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.

the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.

“nnh, ‘toru, need’to breathe,” you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.

neither of you want to pull away—to pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.

the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like you’re asking him to break up—that’s how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.

however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.

his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and down—his fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.

“pretty,” satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, “thank you, princess.”

you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.

“thank you for what?” you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.

satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.

over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.

“thank you for being with me,” satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.

until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.

“thank you for everything, honestly,” satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. he’s admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, “could have never believed that i’d end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.”

satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and that’s when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.

he looks at your face and body like he’s witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.

“stop saying that.” you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.

the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, “how am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?”

you squirm due to satoru’s flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. it’s been the complete opposite every day.

“someone’s getting a bit squirmy, aye?” your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like it’s your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.

you can’t control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoru’s cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.

you surely can’t leave him alone while he looks like that.

“shut up and kiss me already.” you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his job—his passion. the only thing he ever craves for.

the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. it’s just you two in that moment—no one else mattered.

as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.

cw. fem!reader, choking, use of the word slut, mdni

kuroo’s arms are so big. flexing muscles wrapped around your neck keeping you in place as he fucks you from behind. cum from his last load leaking out of you each time he pulls out to slam his hips against your ass.

thick cock stretching you full, he holds you close against him making sure you feel every inch of himself deep inside you. his hot breath fans across your cheek as his teeth graze your earlobe. your nails dig into his forearm harshly as you draw closer and closer to cumming, you’re surprised that you haven’t broken the skin.

so sweaty and musky, his scent wraps around you enveloping you entirely. all you can hear and smell and see is him and it drives you crazy. his hips give a nasty thrust, his fat tip relentlessly prodding at your sweet overstimulated spot, knocking the air from your lungs. you’re dizzy from both pleasure and the tight headlock he has you in.

“fuck sweetheart,” he rasps into your ear, “you’re going to stay still and take this cock like the slut you are, right?”

his free hand slips between your legs rubbing your clit in harsh little circles as he fucks into you. he gets faster and faster the arm around your neck gets tighter and tighter until your vision is whitening out from your orgasm. you’re shaking, hole fluttering around his cock so much that he can’t help but paint your walls white.

you fall forward onto the bed when he finally lets you go, gasping for air. but your rest doesn’t last long because a few seconds later a hand is pushing you face down into the pillow underneath you. your body still twitches from the aftershock of your orgasm, cum leaking out of your abused hole, but he’s plugging up your sloppy pussy before any more can run out ready to replace any that dripped out of you with a third load.