── 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : Hinata Shoyo.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGURU!!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ keep it on the low !!

ᝰ.ᐟ if there's one thing every celebrity needs to master, it's the art of the soft launch. building up the anticipation by teasing your fans, leaving little easter eggs that only the two of you could possibly pick up on, playing coy whenever questioned about your relationship status... looks like you and him could write the how-to guide on this art form. alternatively: a headcanon post on how the two of you soft launch your relationship. ( sfw + fem!reader )

features osamu miya, kiyoomi sakusa, wakatoshi ushijima, tobio kageyama, tooru oikawa author's notes blue lock version!

౨ৎ OSAMU MIYA. you are: a famous influencer notorious for being bad at cooking. you could burn water at this point. it's okay, though, because at least your makeup tutorials and your day-in-the-life vlogs are always entertaining and fun. you always joke that you feel bad for your future husband, convinced that a life of takeout and restaurants is the only sustenance your future family is going to know. you posted: a tiktok of a man cooking in a kitchen that isn't the familiar one your fans have seen from your vlogs. he's wearing a black apron, a black t-shirt that hugs his biceps, and the veins in his forearms pop out as he quickly dices the vegetables on the cutting board. you don't show his face, but you do caption the video when he tells me it's okay i can't cook <3. suspiciously enough, the owner of onigiri miya has his own tiktok page where he posts cooking videos, and his kitchen looks exactly like the one you're recording in. matter of fact... osamu miya always wears that plain apron, too...

"thank you for the meal!" your feet don't hit the ground when you're sitting on this stool, and you're literally kicking your feet as you stare down gleefully at the plate of food he's prepared for you. the meal is great, and for dessert, you decide to read the flood of comments tagging miyaosamuofficial on your latest video. you won't confirm or deny, but when osamu convinces you to stay the night, you know that you'll be more than happy to share a when he cooks you breakfast <3 video next.

౨ৎ KIYOOMI SAKUSA. you are: a cheeky pop princess. with your promiscuous persona, your flirty songs laced with sexual jokes, and your minidresses that you flounce around in while on stage, you're the girlie that has parents gasping when they take their daughters to one of your shows. while there's been speculation that you're already in a relationship, since clearly there has to be someone inspiring all these ovulation songs, you've never confirmed anything. you performed: a special dance routine at your latest concert. while you normally wear extremely bright colored bodysuits or pastel babydolls, tonight you're dressed in a sparkly black and gold getup. all your male dancers are wearing fitted black shirts with three golden scratches down the back, and you make a show of grinding against one of the dancers, running your nails against his back. you're staring into the crowd, smiling cheekily. that same night, grainy footage is captured of kiyoomi sakusa standing in the crowd, watching the whole show. the mask he's wearing covers his facial expression, but he barely blinks throughout the entire show, as if he doesn't want to miss anything.

"and there's a special guest here tonight." your chest is rising and falling from how out of breath you are after an hour and a half of nonstop singing and dancing. this is your ending speech for the concert, and the crowd is going insane. "i really hope he enjoyed tonight's show as much as i know all of you did. the love songs... they all are about him." the screams from your fans are deafening, and kiyoomi's glad that his mask covers the blush that creeps on his face as he hears your confession.

౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA. you are: literally ushijima's wife. you're a fairly private person to begin with, and it's not like you two have been married for long. you've been engaged for nearly a year, and you do attend most of his games, but ushijima specifically requests that the suite you watch him from doesn't get filmed. he wants to protect your privacy as much as possible, until you're okay with being shown to the public. he posted: a picture of you smiling on christmas day as you open up a gift from your husband. the boulder on your finger can be seen from a mile away, and as dorky as ever, ushi captions the photo with a happy wife happy life 👍🏻

"what does this mean?" ushijima shows you his phone screen, and you squint at it before laughing. one of the tweets tagging ushi reads leave it to ushijimawakatoshi to fucking hard launch his wife one random xmas morning. "it means you posted about our relationship out of the blue. usually people soft launch before they confirm anything." "soft launch?" his eyebrows furrow adorably as he tries to piece together what you just told him. "like, if you were to soft launch us, you would post a picture that maybe doesn't show my face but people might infer that you're in a relationship based off the photo you took." "that's dumb." he says, in his familiar ushijima cadence that had you falling for him. "i'd never take a photo of you without showing your face. why would i want to hide you?"

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA. you are: japan's favorite nepo-baby model. with a face card like yours (and connections from your parents), it's no wonder why you're gracing every billboard in the city, and you're the spokesperson of a premier skincare brand. your fame gets you international publicity, and you're selected for the latest skims campaign. with an entire country in love with you, it might be a hard pill to swallow for your intense fanboys when they find out you're in love with japan's best setter. he posted: so many reposts of your campaigns. tobio still wants to support you, even if he knows that you two can't go public with your relationship just yet. he's actually branded (and sometimes mocked) as one of your biggest fanboys, and it doesn't help that during your skims campaign, he reposted every single ad featuring you.

"tobio, baby, you're so sweet, but you don't have to repost every ad." you tell your boyfriend, watching as clicks repost to yet another one of your photoshoots. "but i want to." he says. you kiss his cheek happily. "and that's exactly why i stayed back and did some extra photos on the skims set, just for you. these are pictures you might not want to repost, though." tobio isn't sure whether his eyes should stay glued to the personal photoshoot you did just for him, or to the real life you who's ready to show him what the set looks like in person.

౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA. you are: currently visiting your beloved boyfriend in argentina. people know that you two are together, even though neither of you have confirmed it explicitly. it's pretty obvious, though, considering you're constantly seen with him, and he talks about how lucky he is that his girl is his number one supporter. someone posted: a viral video of a toned man wearing aqua blue swim shorts taking pictures of a beautiful girl laying down on a beach towel. not only are the two of you so hot that you look fresh out of a perfume ad, but to have a boyfriend so devoted to getting your best angles? iconic, truly. fans don't even realize that it's you and oikawa until someone points it out.

"tooru, are you taking multiple photos or just one?" you try not to move your lips too much when you speak, uncertain of when he's going to snap a pic. "you trained me well." tooru whines. "obviously, i'm taking several at once." "and make sure the lighting is good!" you remind him. "it doesn't matter how i take the photos, baby. you're still going to look good in them, regardless." "aw... are you sweet talking me because some of the pictures are blurry?" when your boyfriend starts showering you with more compliments, you know the pics are definitely not going to be instagram-worthy. he's lucky he's so cute.

I Can Do It Better.

{ Obanai x Mitsuri x Fem! Reader} smut

Warnings: explicit sex, threesome, puthy eating, fingering, spitting, rough sex, slapping, name calling, cervix bruising, a bit of dub-con? forced cum swallowing, semi-forced sex tbh the reader didn’t realize what she getting into

A/N: I offer you more food, I hope you enjoy since I teased the shit out of this. Hopefully I didn’t set your expectations too high 😭

Word count: 6.6k

“Please?” Mitsuri was hugging Obanai’s arm tightly, blinking at him with wide eyes. How was he supposed to say no when she was batting her eyelashes like that? “I’ll think about it.” Obanai could never say no to that woman, no matter how hard he tried. “Thank you!” Her arms wrapped around his neck, practically suffocating him against her chest. “I’ll let you bring it up at lunch.” He concluded as she pulled away.

So what exactly was Mitsuri trying so desperately to convince him on? You. She was trying to convince him to let you share their bed for a night. Obanai knew how much she loved people, it was just part of her nature. While he also knew the only person she felt romantically for was him, it was still a bit jarring to hear her bring up the idea of a threesome.

Most men would probably be ecstatic if their girlfriend was bringing up the idea of adding another beautiful girl to the mix. But Obanai knew you, and well…he didn’t like you. The main reason for his dislike was because of the affection Mitsuri bestowed upon you. She treated you just a little differently than everyone else, it was starting to remind him of how she treated him. In his eyes, you were becoming competition.

“Good afternoon!” Your voice reached his ears and he visibly flinched. “Good afternoon, y/n!” Mitsuri motioned you to sit next to her at the table, leaving Obanai alone on the other side. “Nice to see you, Obanai.” You weren’t exactly fond of the snake pillar, but it was only because of his stand-off attitude towards you. For Mitsuri’s sake, you tried to suck it up.

You smiled as the waitress dropped off an ungodly amount of food, most of which would be consumed by the girl sitting next to you. It was normal for Mitsuri to arrive earlier than the other people in her party to get her food ordered. That way it would all be ready by the time others arrived. “Aren’t you going to say hello back to me, Obanai?” You thanked Mitsuri softly as she handed you a bowl of udon.

“Hi.” Was all you got, not even bothering to look at you.

“Obanai! Be nice, I’m sorry about him y/n.” You shook your head, slightly annoyed that the pink haired girl had to try and cover her boyfriend's ass. “Oh you have nothing to apologize for, I’m used to his cold attitude.” You slurped down some of your food, eyeing Obanai who didn’t have anything in front of him.

The man wouldn’t eat out in public, if it meant he had to take off the bandages. As much as you didn’t like the man, you knew better than to ever bring those scars up, at least that's what you imagined resided under there. “Will you eat later?” Obanai was watching Mitsuri down her second bowl with a smile, one that faltered when he heard your voice. “Yes.”

“Obanai always eats when we get home! I make sure of it!”

“That’s good!” You could have sworn Obanai mimicked you under his breath. You decided to ignore the man, focusing your attention on the woman beside you. “So why did you invite me to lunch, Mitsuri?” It wasn’t every day that you got the privilege of eating lunch with the two pillars. “Oh! We can get into that in a little while, enjoy your food.”

That didn’t make you feel any better, the nerves in your stomach making you lose your appetite a bit. “When you put it like that Mitsuri, it sounds bad.” You glanced over to see Kaburamaru wiggle his head in the direction of your food.“Does it?” She was replacing her empty bowl with a third as she spoke. “It sounds like we are going to off her after the meal.” Obanai’s cheek rested against his hand now.

“Well…I am certainly trying to get her off.” You choked on your food at that, a vein in Obanai’s forehead beginning to twitch. “You’re what?” Your head whipped around to face the woman, a blush apparent on her cheeks. “Okay fine, I’ll just tell you now.” Your eyes shot over to Obanai who suddenly seemed disinterested in the conversation. “I want to have a threesome. Me, you and Obanai.”

You continued to stare at the man across from you in shock, eyes not leaving him as you responded to Mitsuri. “You’re telling me this man is okay with that?” You found it hard to believe Obanai would ever agree to something like that, then again he’d give Mitsuri whatever she wanted. “I’m allowing it because Mitsuri wants it.”

“Well if that’s the case, I’d be happy to accept if Obanai stopped kicking me under the table.” You narrowed your eyes at him, Mitsuri’s head moved to look under the table. The second she did, he stopped. “Obanai! What did I tell you.” Her bottom lip trembled, effectively stopping any more attacks on you.

The rest of your lunch continued in a comfortable silence. Both you and Obanai watching as Mitsuri downed twelve whole bowls of udon and three plates of onigiri. “So I have to ask…when exactly is this threesome to happen?” You felt nervous butterflies at the idea of sharing a bed with Mitsuri. “Today? I think today will be good.” Mitsuri was writing a thank you note for the cooks and servers while Obanai paid.

“Today?” She certainly wasn’t giving you much time to prepare yourself. You didn’t realize yet that part of your nerves were coming from the idea of Obanai seeing you naked. “Is that not okay? Do you have a mission?” Mitsuri seemed to deflate at your hesitant response. “No! I just wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon.” You tried to relax the nerves you felt before you made yourself sick.

“It’s nothing to get scared about! It’s me! And Obanai…but mostly me. I know you two don’t get along all that well, but he won’t do anything you don’t want.” She finished her note with a little heart, leaving it by the empty dishes. She took your hand after, following you towards the entrance while giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Are you ready my love?” You had never heard the man use such a sweet tone.

“Sure am.” You held back a laugh as his face morphed into one of disgust at your response. Mitsuri began trying to stifle her giggles behind you. “I can’t stand you.” He was walking out the door as he spoke. “Then sit down.” Mitsuri’s giggles burst out from behind you, watching Obanai’s eyes roll. “Don’t make me change my mind.” You highly doubted he’d ever change his mind when it came to a decision involving Mitsuri.

“How about we get some drinks?” You could honestly use some liquid courage for this. You weren’t that intimidated by Mitsuri, Obanai was more daunting than she was. “Oh that’s a good idea!” Mitsuri jumped at the thought, breast bouncing in a way that had both sets of eyes zeroing in on her. “I think you could both use something to relax, help you get in the mood.”

Mitsuri hooked her arm with Obanai, pulling him to her so she was sandwiched between the two of you as she walked. You felt his eyes land on you, you decided to ignore it since you were positive it was a glare. “You get one sip, you’re a lightweight and you know it. Y/N and I get the rest, unless she’s a lightweight too.” “I’m no lightweight Obanai, you don’t have to worry about me.” You found it a bit hard to believe the man handled alcohol well. “That settles it then.”

“Well that certainly did settle it” you shook your head as you downed your third cup of sake. Obanai had yet to have any, the bandages still wrapped around his face. “You gotta take them off eventually.” Mitsuri poked his cheek, her own were slightly rosy from the single cup of sake she had thirty minutes prior.

You were sitting on the floor of their shared bedroom, your back pressed to the foot of their bed. “I’ll take them off when I’m ready.” One of your few questions had been answered by the time you reached their estate, Kaburamaru was not present when the two had sex. Turns out, Kaburamaru has his very own room.

“I think I’ll be sober by the time you’re ready.” You're feeling a bit tipsy, the sake was warming you up from the inside out. Your eyes trailed to Mitsuri’s legs, up towards her breasts and then back to her thighs. You felt your mouth water, you wished the man next to you would hurry up and join the fun so you could.

“Her eyes aren’t down there.” You felt your cheeks heat as Obanai called you out. “I know they aren’t.” You glanced up at him before looking back at Mitsuri, a dopey grin appearing on her face. “Obanai? Can we please get started? At least let us have some fun while you get ready.” She drew out nearly every word, putting her hands together in a begging motion that made her breasts look even larger.

You watched Obanai do exactly what he had just scolded you for, a scoff leaving your lips as you glared at him. “Of course you can, baby, have fun.” The sudden switch up was still catching you off guard. Mitsuri wasted no time, nearly knocking the empty cup out of your hands as she crashed her lips to yours. “Mmph! Mi-mm-Mitsuri!” You pulled away from her, drool already covering your lips.

“On the bed, I don’t want to do this on the floor.” You began to laugh, cupping her cheeks to squish them together when she began to pout. You yelped in shock when Mitsuri pulled you up and pushed you to the bed in one swift movement. You landed with a thump on your stomach, rolling over as Mitsuri climbed on top of you. “This is going to be so much fun.” She cooed softly, as if she wanted only you to hear her.

Your eyes traveled lower yet again to where her chest was pressed against your own. You felt intoxicated, and not because of the sake you had consumed. “Kiss me.” You didn’t intend to sound so desperate, the whine that left the woman above you was all you could think about as her lips met yours again in a more proper first kiss.

She began tugging at your kimono, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip to ask for entrance. “I’m not used to seeing you on top.” You barely registered Obanai’s voice, not when Mitsuri had already begun to grind herself against you. Everything was happening quickly, Mitsuri was far more eager than you had been expecting.

You gathered yourself, leg coming up to hook around Mitsuri’s waist. You used that for leverage as you flipped her over so you were on top. Her pink braids splay out around her, the kimono nearly coming undone has her breasts spilled out. “Oh…fuck.” Your cheeks went hot as you felt your clit begin to throb between your legs. The sensation fueling you to kiss her again.

“So…” you kissed her “hot…” and again “Mitsuri.” And again.

Your hands moved up her body slowly, feeling every curve through the thin kimono as you finally pulled it apart completely. You parted from her lips again, taking in every inch of her now fully exposed breasts. “Holy fuck ‘Suri…” your words were slightly slurred, the drool pooling in your mouth slightly comical to you as you looked at her breasts.

They were, in every sense of the word, perfect.

You pushed yourself upwards so you were on your knees, looking down at her and nearly crumbling at the sight.

“You are one lucky bastard, Obanai.” You nearly yelled as you looked over to see him sitting on the bed beside the two of you. When the hell did he even get up there? You glanced down at Mitsuri again, hands shakily coming up to cup both breasts.

Halfway there, it registered in your mind what you had just seen. You looked back up, staring at him in shock, this was the very first time you were seeing the man without his bandages. “Don’t look at me like that.” You didn’t say a word, mouth slightly parted but nothing would come out. When you realized how poorly that reaction may be taken, you choked it out. “You’re beautiful.”

It killed you just a bit to compliment the man, you noticed the way his eyes opened slightly wider before directing his attention on Mitsuri. What you didn’t realize was Mitsuri’s look of hope, her green eyes twinkling under the dim light of the bedroom. Your eyes shifted between the two of them, and by the two of them I mean Obanai’s scars and Mitsuri’s breasts.

You decided it was better to focus on Mitsuri, it was unlikely Obanai would even want to touch you during this whole event. Her breasts were warm and soft under your fingers, definitely better than you could have ever imagined. You glanced up every few seconds to gauge her reaction, watching her lower lip tremble as you ghosted her nipple.

You felt Obanai’s eyes boring into you, as if ready to strike if you made a single wrong move. Carefully, with shaky fingers, you pinched the sensitive pink flesh, feeling Mitsuri jolt as a choked moan left her lips. “We’ll be here all day if you move that slow.” You gasped as Obanai practically shoved you away, causing you to land on the mattress with a thump.

“How about I show you what she likes and dislikes?” You wanted to yell at him for taking your moment, but the moment his lips crashed against Mitsuri’s…you were entranced. You watched thin fingers snake up her body until they met her breast, squeezing the flesh a few times before rolling her nipple between his fingers. Mitsuri moaned against his lips, back arching slightly as he helped her remove her arms from her kimono.

Obanai was still fully dressed in his corps uniform, the first few buttons undone but that was it. You watched red splotches appear on her skin wherever the uniform lingered for too long. Maybe it was the slight buzz you had going that gave you confidence, but you pushed him off of her. “What the fuck?” He gave you a glare that was so cold you could have shivered, that was until his eyes trailed to your chest. Your breasts had fully spilled out of the kimono’s top, a small smirk tugged at his lips as you tried to cover yourself.

“Not to be rude, but your uniform was irritating her skin.” The slight red patches were already starting to fade. Obanai’s eyes actually widened a bit, looking at Mitsuri in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Obanai began undoing his uniform without hesitation. “Oh I don’t care! Deal with all the technical stuff later! Just make me feel good.” Mitsuri’s hand pulled at your kimono, causing it to fall open once more as she pulled you on top of her.

“Don’t worry about him, y/n~ just have fun with me.” You were breast to breast, your cheeks were probably on fire at this point. You reposition yourself so your thighs cage in her waist, allowing her to pull the top of your kimono off as well. You glanced beside you, Obanai was topless now, his belt also thrown off to the side but his pants were still on. You had to force your eyes down, you didn’t expect him to have the body he did.

Muscles covered his entire frame, it would make sense considering how often he trained…but still.

Your lips were back on Mitsuri’s, tongues sliding along each other as you attempted to take the rest of her kimono off. The throb between your legs became hard to ignore as you pulled the belt loose that held the material together. You wanted to pull away from her again, just to see her whole body exposed to you but she refused. Her hands came down to squeeze the flesh of your ass, holding you in place.

“Let me…taste you.” You choked out between each kiss, her grip loosening at the thought. You took the wiggle room as a yes, lips traveling down to her jaw and then her neck. You sucked along her pulse point, leaving red marks in your wake. You were going to cover her in your marks just to spite Obanai. He seemed to catch on to your little stunt, grabbing a fistful of your hair he yanked you back.

“Cut the shit.” His voice paired with his newly revealed scars actually made you shiver this time. “Make me.” His grip loosened just enough for you to go back down, teeth grazing her collarbone and making her whimper. You moved further down, lips finally meeting the plush of her chest. You sucked on each bit of sensitive flesh until it was turning purple, finally letting your teeth graze her perked nipples. “Y/n!” You felt confident when she cried your name like that.

You moved to her other breast, repeating the same motions until she had tears leaking down her cheeks. “You really are sensitive, huh Mitsuri?” You wiped her tears with your thumb, you could feel your own arousal leaking onto your underwear as you kissed her again. You decided you didn’t want to waste anymore time toying with her, not when Obanai could easily overpower you and do as he pleased. You moved yourself off the bed, falling to your knees. “You okay with this, Mitsuri?” You were tugging her kimono out from under her, tossing it to the floor.

All that was left between your mouth and her cunt was the flimsy underwear with a wet patch from her arousal. “Y-yes…please…yes.” You're pulling off the rest of your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your underwear as well. You grabbed her thighs, dragging her towards the bed’s edge. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You were looking at Obanai as you spoke, thr scowl on his face only pushing you more.

You hooked your fingers under the waistband, tugging them off her and throwing them to the floor as well. Your eyes glanced up at him once more before turning your full attention to Mitsuri’s cunt. Your eyes widened considerably as you tried to fully absorb what you were looking at. If you thought her breasts were perfect, you clearly hadn’t taken a look at her cunt.

You ran shaky hands up her thighs, coaxing her to spread them wider for you. “You are…one lucky son of a bitch Obanai.” You could have sworn that from the corner of your eye, he smirked. He knew he was lucky, but he himself still didn’t understand how he managed to get a woman like Mitsuri. You made eye contact with the pink haired girl over her own plump chest, a slight nod of her head absolutely assured you that she was ready.

You used two fingers to carefully spread her slick lips apart, swallowing thickly as you were met with plump pink flesh and her dripping entrance. Never in your life did you think you’d wish to have a dick, you could only begin to imagine the pleasure she would be able to bring you if you did. “Fuck…” your voice felt hoarse, as if it hurt to talk. Your tongue darted outwards, wetting your lips before you moved closer, mouth hovering just over her twitching clit.

You could feel Obanai’s eyes boring into you, as if waiting for you to make a single wrong move. Lowering your mouth felt like it took an eternity, the nerves in your stomach mixing with your own needy desires were killing you. You poked at her clit with your tongue, licking up the pulsing bundle slowly until she began to whine. “Y/n…y/n…’lease~” you couldn’t keep the woman waiting, teasing clearly wasn’t something she enjoyed.

So you began to move with more intention, tongue wiggling side to side in quick motions. “O-oh!” Her hips bucked upwards, pushing you further into her fluttering cunt. You steadied yourself by holding onto the jiggling flesh of her thighs, suffocating yourself on her dripping pussy. You could feel her quivering beneath you, delicate fingers digging into your scalp just to keep you in place.

“Gonna…gonna come…” her words were slurred, as if drunk off of your tongue. Her cries weren’t enough, you wanted to hear her scream. Carefully you plunged a single digit into her wet entrance, the action alone causing her to release a high pitched moan. You pumped slowly, massaging her gooey walls with your finger before slowly introducing a second. You could tell she enjoyed the second addition by the way her cunt clenched around you, squeezing your fingers so tightly you could barely move.

You finally got the courage to look upward, mouth never leaving her pulsing clit as you locked eyes with Obanai.

The man looked livid, disappointed even. As if he had been hoping this entire time that you’d fail. That irritated you, fingers moving just a little harder until you pressed into a spongy part that ripped a scream from the pink haired woman’s throat. “O-oh! Oh! Y/n!” You felt hot all over, and not because of her thighs encasing your head. The persistent pulsing between your legs was beginning to get on your nerves.

Obanai on the other hand was fuming, he was so certain you’d fail. There were tears streaking Mitsuri’s face for fuck sake, the way her thighs trembled? He was furious at your obvious experience. You - on the other hand -felt Mitsuri grow wetter, her walls beginning to make squelching noises around your fingers as you continued. All that could be heard were her muffled cries, her thighs essentially putting your head in a chokehold as you began sucking the bundle of nerves.

You knew she was close by the way her walls nearly held your fingers in place, wails turning into breathy gasps as she reached her end. All it took was a few more pumps, just a little harsher sucking, and she was spilling over you. Or rather…on to you. You nearly yelled in surprise as warm liquid gushed down your chin and neck, leaking slowly onto your bare breasts. You pulled her thighs away from your head, gasping for breath as you looked down at the mess she had created.

After a moment of shocked silence, Obanai’s patience snapped.

He shot forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair again and yanking your off your knees. “Fuck! That hurts!” Your eyes widened considerably when his nails dug into your cheek, effectively shutting you up. “I’ve had just about enough of you.” His face was inches from yours, you were nearly standing now. You took in his face, eyes trailing down to his lips. “You think I’d kiss you? You don’t deserve that. You’re nothing to me, don’t forget it.” You flinched as he forcefully opened your mouth, spitting into it with a cruel smirk.

“Swallow it.”

You did as you were told, it’s not like you had a choice. Humiliation flooded your cheeks, eyes downcast in shame as he forced you down on the mattress. “Obanai…” Mitsuri’s voice sounded far away, as if she was about to fall asleep. “Don’t worry about anything, she’s fine.” That was a bold lie coming from him, especially as his hand came down to hold your head in place against the mattress.

“Be careful…with her please.” Mitsuri was slowly shifting to her side, pulling herself fully into the mattress to see what exactly her boyfriend planned on doing to you. “Ain’t got no need for these.” You gasped as he ripped your underwear clean off, skin burning slightly from the force. His hand moved from your head to your back, then down to your hips.

“You better listen to every fucking word I say.” He was cold, calloused fingers grazing the tender flesh of your hips as he pulled you up. Your knees now sunk into the mattress, you were too afraid to lift your head.

You heard rustling behind you, signifying he was undressing the rest of his body. You snuck a glance backwards, catching the smallest glimpse of him through your spread legs. “I can’t fuck Mitsuri like this, she’s too sensitive. You on the other hand? You’re going to take it and fucking appreciate it.” He was back by your side, pressing down on your back, forcing your ass up in the air. “Careful Obanai…don’t hurt her.” You whined at Mitsuri’s pleas, you could feel his anger just by the way he was pushing you down.

“She’ll survive, she’ll just need help walking after.”

A swift slap rang through the room, you barely had time to process what he did. Instead, red hot pain bloomed across your asscheek in a way that had you clawing at the sheets. Another hit had a scream crawling up your throat, tears burning your eyes as Obanai abused the already hot skin. “H-hey!” Those pleas fell on deaf ears as Obanai hauled off for a third time.

“I’m going to enjoy this.” He mimicked you from earlier, the bed dipping as he put his mouth right against your ear. “You did this to yourself.” The next hit wasn’t to your ass, but your pussy. You cried out this time, muscles contracting uncontrollably until the stinging stopped. “Look at you, how fucking pathetic. You’re dripping onto my sheets…filthy. At least you are a little more fucking obedient now.” His hand cupped your sex, rubbing slowly.

Two fingers parted your lips, sliding down your slit until he reached your clit. You groaned softly as he pinched it, eyes squeezing shut as he changed the pressure every few seconds. “You don’t even deserve this.” You gasped as his fingers left you, turning your head to try and look back at him. Your mouth parted as he forced both fingers inside, pressing down on your tongue so you had to taste your own arousal.

He pulled his fingers away a moment later, letting his hand fall to your waist. Your whole body stiffened, the bulbous head of his cock sliding along your slit. “You’re being cruel, Obanai.” Your eyes traveled upwards, looking at Mitsuri who seemed rather surprised by his actions. “She likes it, don’t you y/n?” His nails dug into you, forcing a choked “yes” from you. “Oh?” Mitsuri still seemed uncertain.

You watched Obanai lean towards her, coaxing her up to kiss him. “She’ll tell me to stop if it becomes too much, alright?” The nails biting into your skin told a different story. “Just sit back and enjoy the show.” Mitsuri seemed a little more trusting at that, moving to settle herself amongst the pillows by the head of the bed. You were beginning to regret this.

Obanai’s cold demeanor returned nearly instant, forcing his head through your entrance. You buried your face into the mattress, knuckles turning white as he began to spear you on his cock. It wasn’t exactly painful, just uncomfortable. Especially with the way you were second guessing the whole thing. When Mitsuri suggested a threesome, you didn’t think it would turn into Obanai forcefully entering you.

Your walls molded to every inch he pushed in, suctioning around him with a vice like grip. So much so that he was beginning to struggle. “Relax.” His nails ran down your hips to your thighs, goosebumps followed in their wake. Your walls spasmed wildly around him, easing just enough for him to bottom out. “Not as good as her, but you’ll do.” You could only whimper in response.

He pulled back slowly, only half way before slamming his hips forward again. You were silently thanking anyone who would listen for the fact that he was starting a bit slow. Anything else and you may have had to tap out…if he’d even allow it that is. Obanai’s thrusts built in tempo, from slow and steady thrusts to practically pulling all the way out of you before slamming back in.

It was as if every ounce of his frustration was being pounded out and into you. Every time he had ever held back when fucking Mitsuri was being relieved in you. You pulled your face from the mattress just a bit, pressing your cheek into the drool mark you had already made.

You were positive there would be fingerprint shaped bruises left on your skin, his grip refused to ease up. You knew part of the reason was so you couldn’t run away from him, his vice-like grip was keeping you in place. You hadn’t even realized the moans that were spilling out of you, partially dazed as you tried to figure out if this was worth it.

“C’mon you can be louder…or is this not enough for you?”

A particularly harsh thrust had his balls slapping your cunt with a wet smack. You gurgled out some sort of response, too dazed to really figure it out. You couldn’t even muster a proper yell as your hair was yanked backwards yet again, Obanai pulled you towards him as he pushed his hips forward. Pleasure and pain blossomed through your body as he hit your cervix.

“W-wait wait…fuck…” he repeated the motion regardless of your pleas, tears leaking down your cheeks as he let your hair go. You began panting, looking over at Mitsuri with blurry eyes as her boyfriend continued to abuse your cunt. You felt like you had been lit on fire, each thrust that separated your slick walls brought you closer to your release. You had to wonder if he’d even let you come.

“You know…heh…you really got some fucking nerve.” He pulled out completely, watching your arousal ooze from your abused entrance. He plunged into you again, pulling your hips towards him as he did. There was something so satisfying to Obanai each time he hit your cervix. He never did this to Mitsuri, too afraid to hurt her. You on the other hand were allowing him to release all the pent up frustration he had held in.

“H-how…how…” you tried to wipe the drool from your mouth. You finally used your elbows to give you some leverage instead of smushing your face into the mattress below. He didn’t respond to you, instead hauling back and landing another harsh blow to your ass cheek. He showed you a little bit of mercy this time, choosing the other cheek instead of the one that had a red hand shaped welt forming on it.

“You acted so shocked…so—ha—innocent at lunch. Just to come into my home and put me to shame.” Is that what it is? Had he never made her squirt before—

Another slap echoed the room, followed by your pained cry. Embarrassment flooding your cheeks for the second time as you felt yourself get wetter. “You fucking like it.” Obanai had bent over you, his chest pressing into your upper back. “How fucking sick. You actually enjoy me abusing you like this…it’s too bad we can’t do this more often. You’re a great stress reliever.” You buried your face into the mattress, he truly saw you as nothing but a fuck toy.

What was even worse was the build up you felt. You couldn’t believe you were about to come just from this man’s dick. Each thrust had you seeing stars “I can feel you. Come on, come for me. Give me the fucking satisfaction.” One hand let go of your hips, snaking around your body to pinch your clit. Your entire body jerked backwards to try and get away from his hand, but that only helped him go deeper behind you.

You moved forward to try and lessen the blow of his thrusts. Each push inside of you was becoming too much. Your hips jerked again when he pinched your clit, you had no way of escaping what Obanai wanted to do to you. Mitsuri watched a cruel smirk creep up his face as you gave up on trying to get away. “Do…do you want me to help?” Her voice snapped Obanai out of his daze, cheeks turning pink.

“No.” His voice was gruff, hand burying in your hair again to pull you up. You yelped when your back met his chest, scalp sore from his previous stunts. His mouth pressed directly into your ear now. “Nowhere to run.” His arm hooked around your abdomen, holding you in place as he continued his assault. “You act like you don’t want this yet you are prolonging your release… I can feel it.”

You wanted to hide your face, you were trying your damn hardest not to come, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You were stuck honestly, did you want to swallow your pride or prolong the “torture”? You felt it building up, it would happen whether you wanted it to or not. “There we go.” He cooed in your ear, walls spasming around him as you came.

“See that wasn’t so bad?” He let go of you completely, laughing as you fell to the mattress in a heap. You couldn’t catch your breath, not with the way he continued to slam his hips into you. “M-Mitsuri!” You wailed finally, hand reaching out for the pink haired girl’s hand. She crawled across the bed, laying on her stomach as she began to kiss your fingertips. “You’re doing so well y/n!”

“She is. I’m rather surprised.” You wailed as he buried himself deeply inside of you, head putting so much pressure on your cervix that you wanted to crawl away from him. “Are you gonna come in her, Obanai?” You didn’t expect the two to begin conversing, you glanced between them in shock. “Hell no.” He noticed you looking at him, the scars on his lips only extended his smirk. “She knows she isn’t worthy enough for that.”

He leaned down now, blocking Mitsuri from view as his eyes locked with yours. He blinked, moving closer to you while still buried inside your cunt. “You don’t get the privilege of my cum.” He growled those words right into your ear as he pulled himself out of you. You could finally breathe again, it was as if your body sighed in relief from not being stuffed so full anymore.

Obanai dragged you to the edge of the mattress. “On your knees.” His voice was gruff, irritated despite the sickly sweet voice he was using only a moment prior.. When you didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and practically ripping it out of your head as he pulled you down himself. You landed on the wood floor with a thump, lips parting to cry out in pain. He used that to his advantage, shoving his entire length down your throat in the same cruel way he had stuffed your cunt.

“Mmhmmphm!” You gagged loudly as he hit the back of your throat, clawing at his thighs for merch. “I bet you wish I was back in that tight cunt Huh? Now you gotta deal with me another way.” tears began leaking down your face, dripping to your chest and thighs. Drool coated your chin as he held you there, unmoving. You squealed as he pinched your nose shit, effectively shutting out any air. You tried to pull your head back, only to be met by a softer, delicate hand.

“Stay still and he’ll stop.” You shifted your eyes to see Mitsuri, having changed her position so she could watch you. You stilled as she said, forcing your body to relax regardless of the lack of oxygen. He finally let go, allowing his cock to slip past your lips and allow you to breathe. You gasped for breath, coughing a few times as your whole body shook. Mitsuri’s hand was still on the back of your head, not allowing you to go anywhere.

“Better?” She was reaching with her other hand to wipe your tear streaked face. “We can’t stop now. I’ve come. You’ve come. Obanai still needs to.” Her eyes were wide and innocent as if she didn’t see anything wrong with the scene before her. Obanai had even said he doesn’t go this rough with her…how was she not confused? Scared even?

“Are you okay for him to keep going?” Did you really have a choice? You nodded regardless, mouth parting as he pressed his head to your lips. He pushed in slower than he had the first time, still pushing until he hit the back of your throat. You were shocked he was actually giving you a second to adjust. “Can I move now, Mitsuri?” Oh. He didn’t move because of Mitsuri.

“Go ahead.”

Your heart picked up in pace as both hands came up to hold your head. You choked around him again, his hips beginning to move at a forceful pace. Your eyes squeezed shut as tears started falling again, embarrassment flooding your whole body as he began to moan. “So good, still not as good as Mitsuri…but damn…” the backhanded comments had you scrapping your nails down his pale thighs.

“You want my cum, don’t you? How sad that you didn’t get it where you wanted it.” His drool was covering your chin, neck and chest as he continued. “How stupid do you have to be to think I’d ever spill even a drop of my cum in you? You seriously don’t deserve that.” You cried around him when a slap hit your cheek. Not nearly as hard as the ones he dealt to your ass, but it stung nonetheless.

His release sprayed the back of your throat, the sudden intrusion making you jump. “Sh-ha-shit.” You stared up at him, struggling to swallow whatever he gave you. He looked oddly beautiful as he came. “There we go!” Mitsuri cheered beside you, using her hand again to wipe your stray tears. “You made such a mess.” She disappeared from your vision, rustling could be heard around the room. You looked back at Obanai, is it done? Is it over?”

He pulled out of you slowly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed with a deep sigh. You began rubbing your sore jaw, jumping a little as Mitsuri appeared in front of you with a wet cloth. “Let’s clean up a bit and take a nap.” You tried to say okay but all that came out was a hoarse jumble of noises. “Sorry.” Your eyes shot up to Obanai, for the first time he actually looked apologetic.

He seemed a little surprised when you looked at him, his face shifting into one of disinterest. “Let’s get into bed, ‘m sleepy.” She looked adorable as she yawned, helping you off the floor and onto the bed. “I-Is it okay? For me to s-stay?” You were crawling under the covers as you spoke, your entire body aching. “It’s fine, shut up and sleep.” Obanai got in bed with you, perfectly sandwiching you between the two of them.

A mix of emotions flooded you along with an endless stream of questions. Why did I enjoy that? Was the one that rang through your head the most as you slowly drifted to sleep. Obanai waited until both your breathing and Mitsuri’s had evened out, signifying you were asleep. He laid on his side for a moment, taking in your sleeping face. He held his breath, not exactly sure what compelled him to do what he did next.

With a gentle hand against your cheek he leaned forward, placing a soft, barely there kiss above your brow.

Teaching Dabi how to eat pussy the way you like it but he’s so desperately sloppy and messy about it that you just hump his face with one hand gripping his hair and the other tight on your own throat.

He’s inexperienced, mostly, he doesn’t give often if not at all to the partners he’s had in the past, few and far between; but then you came along and all of a sudden he’s offering and begging and demanding. He’s so used to seeing pussy eating in porn, in magazines that he’s got no rhythm, no method, no thought behind his guzzling and slurping and biting. So when you anchor yourself to him with a frustrated little whine, lifting your hips and grinding smoothly and sweetly against his tongue and his nose; Touya swears sees new colours and hears new sounds. The wet click of your cunt against his lips and chin, the shuddering of your thighs either side of his head, your mumbles and gasps against your constricted throat, and your encouraging praises of him just staying right there, just like that Touya. He cums loud and wet as he looks up at you through his lashes, half angry that you’re not teaching him like you said but half insane over the state of you, using him to your heart’s content.

will it be ok if i request wrong number w touya… insert rachel berry pleek gif

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t.todoroki smau

a/n: this is so heavily inspired by my moots waowwww (haiiii satty baby ilyyyyy can you tell this is based on you <33)

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in the league, we all fam // ft. league of villains

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warnings&a/n: they all bully love each other very much, and also yndabi because you can't escape me. currently dreaming of the part of lov that was just about doing whatever you wanted to do and having fun while doing it (sobs) i got inspiration from this tiktok! i just miss them so much guys (also sorry for the weird cropping idk if its an issue with my phone or whaaat)

⟣insufferable husband – kuroo tetsurō [nsfw]

synopsis: your husband invests in other activities as you pack his lunch for work

notes: repost from old account. working on newer kuroo things in the meantime

warnings: established relationship, female reader, creampie, oral sex (female receiving), pet names, fingering

"there you are."

you shift your head in the direction of the voice to see your sleepy husband standing in the opening to the kitchen. he rubs his eyes tiredly, a frown on his face as he looks at you inquisitively.

"good morning, grumps." you smile before looking back to what you're doing.

kuroo mumbles, shuffling over to you, "what are you doing up so early?"

"i'm making your lunch for work today," you answer, feeling his body warmth from behind you, "i forgot to do it last night, sorry."

"'is okay," he says, resting his chin on the top of your head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

it's normal for kuroo to cling to you while you do things. even normal for him to pet at you and get a little touchy. but today, this particular morning, he seems...different. more needy than usual.

his fingers rub circles into your hipbone before he moves his hands up your sides. knowing him, it's only a matter of time before he would try something.

you feel him press some of his weight into you, and you take that as a sign of him being drowsy.

"hey, if you're still tired go back to bed. okay? i'll make sure i wake you up when it's time." you pat his arm, and he only grunts, moving to hide his face in your side.

"m'not tired." he says, breath tickling your skin. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"okay..." you sigh, shivering when his large hands move under the large t-shirt you wear. his t-shirt. the cold metal of his wedding band forces a hiss from your mouth and you click your tongue.

"tetsu, you're cold."

he smiles into your neck, his mischievous nature practically emitting off of him. "sorry...but, i know a way to warm us up."

"that's...not what i meant."

he laughs, a free hand grabbing at your boob. "yeah, well, i did."

you sigh, rolling your eyes. "you're insufferable and an idiot."

"you married this insufferable idiot, sweetheart." he hums, hand wandering down to your shorts. his hands finger at the waistband before hooking in them, pulling them down.

"i guess you're right about that." you say. he pulls off your panties and you step of them and kick them away.

he hums, "glad you agree. let's see if 'she' does too."

"you're so corny." you giggle, a small moan escaping when his thick fingers tease your opening.

"and you're so wet. just like i'd knew you'd be."

you go to retort, but stop when he pushes two fingers into you. a gasp leaves your mouth and you put your hand up to your face to suppress a moan.

kuroo makes a sound of disapproval, removing your hand from your face. "wanna hear you.”

and it isn't long before another moan slips out of you, louder than you initially wanted it to be. he's pushed in a third finger, making you feel almost as full as his cock.

"you're always so tight, it's a miracle i can ever fit in you." he mutters, pumping his fingers leisurely. you whine, trying to move your hips against his hand, but the steel grip of his free hand on your side prevents you.

you try your best to focus on your task at hand, but with the way your husband is moving his fingers vigorously against you is almost too distracting.

the feeling is shallow and slow, you can feel the knot in your stomach wanting to break, but he purposely is depriving you of it.

"tetsu, stop teasing me..." you pout, looking back at him with a small frown.

"m'sorry, i couldn't help it." he chuckles before he moves his thumb over your nub, circling it generously.

a sharp whine leaves you and your back instinctively presses into his chest.

"i-i'm—" you gasp.

he hums, kissing your temple. "let go for me, baby."

you waste no time cumming, quivering and shaking in his hold. you have to stop what you're doing and grip onto his forearm for stability.

"good girl," he praises, watching in awe as you cream on his fingers, mesmerized by the throbbing of your clenching muscles. he can't wait to feel that around his cock.

he slowly pulls out his fingers, sucking on them with a groan.

you normally would reach back and pull him out, but due to the preoccupied nature of your hands making his food, you don't. you only hear the sound of clothing being removed and discarded away. the audible 'slap' of his shaft hitting his skin makes you shiver.

your breath hitches when you feel the heat of kuroo's thick cock before he rests it on your butt. he slowly strokes himself, groaning at the sensitivity.

"you don't mind if your 'insufferable' husband fills you up, do you?" kuroo asks, his voice low in your ear.

"i think you know the answer." you huff, parting your legs slightly.

the tension in the atmosphere is so thick, a knife could cut it. but it slowly dissolves away with your husband entering you. and as much as you try to remain composed at him pushing himself inside of you, it's impossible when handling his thickness and length.

a small whimper escapes you and he leans over to kiss you on the lips, mumbling soft words of encouragement as he slowly presses himself into you.

the stretch is always so worth it when he finally fills you up all the way. instinctively you clench around him, pleasant euphoria washing over you at being full.

"shit," kuroo hisses, pressing his pelvis completely flush to you. he closes his eyes, sighing at the welcoming nature of your warmth and gently rubs the fat of your ass.

the two of you stay like that for a moment, kuroo pressing kisses over the bare skin of your neck.

he squeezes your hip, "is it okay for me to move, baby?"

you nod frantically, losing your voice. "please."

and when he does, it's not fast, and hard. it's slow and deep enough that your toes are left curling. his now bruising grip on your hips makes up for the lack of roughnesses present.

the only sounds present aren't ones of any innocence. the slight squelch coming from how wet you are makes the both of you more aroused. small whines and whimpers escape you paired with the sound of his balls slapping against your skin.

kuroo, usually the charmer with words, is silent. the only sounds are his heavy breathing and quiet moaning.

"more tets, more," you plea, and you feel him shake his head.

"don't...don't want this to end so soon," he groans, "if i move any faster i'll cum. wanna feel you longer," he explains, tone ending in a whine.

his words nearly make your eyes tear up and you understand, relishing in the way his cock carves itself repeatedly into you. the knot in your stomach there, but not quite present.

"always feel so good, sweetheart," he's moving a bit faster now, his movements rocking you against the counter a bit. "love being inside of you."

your heart flutters at this statement, humming, "always feels so good being filled up by you, 'ro..."

his heart swells at the praise and he grips you harder, his lips sneaking to nibble and bite at the column of your neck

"just a little more, i promise." he assures, kissing your shoulder. his thrusts switch to being slow and shallow and the feeling of your impending orgasm is slipping from your hands.

"kuroo," you warn.

he rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue, "don't call me that. you have the same last name, kuroo."

"tetsu," you try, "baby, please. i want to cum..."

he nearly stalls at the pet name, eyes wide, "don't..don't say that without warning me..."

"what? my sweet tetsu, my handsome man..." you coo, reaching back to run a hand through his hair, tugging on the roots.

"i'm gonna cum," he groans, head bowing back for a moment, "if you don't stop..."

you squeeze his hand, batting your eyes innocently, "inside?"

"f-fuck, wherever you want me to. whatever you want." he's twitching uncontrollably by this point, just about ready to burst.

you smile back at him, pouting a little, "then can my husband cum for me? for his wife?"

at the feeling of your hand pulling on his hair again, he cums instantly, warmth spilling inside of you quickly as he fills you up.

you squeeze your cunt, milking every bit that he gives you greedily, as you don't want to miss a drop.

kuroo slowly pulls out of you, groaning when part of his cum leaks down your thighs. that's a sight he'll never get tired of.

by that point you were done fixing his lunch and you lean against the counter to hold up your jello legs.

"god woman, were you trying to kill me just then?" he huffs catching his breath.

you grin, "no, not today."

he looks at you dumbfounded but laughs, grabbing your face to kiss you. you giggle and he slips his tongue in your mouth, hand holding your jaw as he greedily tastes you.

when you both pull away for air, you speak, "you—"

"yeah yeah, i'll clean you up." he mumbles before you can complain.

but what you aren't expecting is for your husband to kneel right there in the kitchen and use his mouth to do so.

you gasp, knuckles gripping the counter and jaw going slack as you try to look back at him. "t-tetsurō!"

he only hums, grinning lazily, "itadakimasu," hands firmly keeping you in place as he licks and sucks up every bit of you and his cum from between your legs.

you cry at the way his nose bumps against your clit and shamelessly grind back on his face. he moans at this, feeling his cock twitch back to life but pays it no mind, only touching himself occasionally.

"i know you got another in you, pretty girl," he says, before promptly reaching around your front and toying with your clit.

you lean forward on the counter for support, bracing yourself with your elbows as your legs start to give with how good he's making you feel.

it should not surprise you at this point that kuroo is able to bring you to an orgasm so quickly even when you just had one. as your husband, your lover, your eternally bounded soulmate, he knows your body inside and out.

he's sucking and licking at your cunt like a starving man. slurping and gulping all together and making a mess between your legs. the grip he has on your ass cheeks is brutal with how spread they are.

it hits you before you can even think, and you wail, feeling your orgasm wash over your harder than the other times.

"fuck, that's it. cum for me like a good girl." he praises as you do. he pulls away slowly, kissing your hip and stands back up.

he wipes his mouth, smirking at you, "don't think i'll need to eat breakfast after that."

"g-get out of here before you're really late to work." you stammer, cheeks hot with embarrassment as you try not to look down.

"as you wish, princess. love you," kuroo laughs at how cute and shy you've become, swooping down to plant a quick kiss on your mouth so you can taste you both. he takes both of your clothes off the ground before proceeding to your shared bedroom to start his day.

you can't help but slap him on the butt, making an uncharacteristic yelp leave him.

"love you too!"

a dazed smile sits on your face. it's mornings like these that remind you just how grateful you are to have a man like him in your life.

Who is that? A ghost.

JUJUTSU KAISEN / 呪術廻戦 Fluctuations, Part 2, "揺蕩-弐-"

After a long date at one of your favourite restaurants, you two now rest all snuggled up with each other, his arms tightly secured around your figure while trailing soft kisses all over your neck. A sigh of content leaves your mouth, humming as a deep peace flourishes inside of your chest.

"That food was really good, baby," you say, fingers threading through his hair, a groan of satisfaction muffling against your skin. "You feelin' me? It was so..."

Looking down, you notice how he's stop pressing kisses to you and see how his chin is now propped above your breasts, a seductive glint in his eye. Before you could even question his behaviour, his lips part to speak, "Oh yeah? Well, baby I'm going to be feeling you up all night," he grins, moving to press a hot, wet kiss below your jaw.

"Sorry!?" you exclaimed, shock evident on your features, jaw to the floor at the sudden turn of conversation.

A hum rumbles from his mouth. "What?" he asks, completely oblivious to what he had just stated moments before.

You love your out of pocket man.

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