MEETCUTE . . .

happy endings

pairing: massage therapist! hinata shoyo x fem! reader

words: 6.6k

cw/tw: sex on the job, oral + fingering (f → receiving), creampie, hints of hand kink and praise kink

a/n: this is for @killsaki’s but- i’m at work! collab <3

The outside of the spa is unassuming. A basic facade you’ve seen a hundred times at various places that advertise themselves as luxury, but when you open the door you find that it actually is as upscale as advertised. 

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jjk roommates and your vibrator part 1.5 (it's just nanami)

note: here we are with roommate!nanami finding your vibrator! this became too long and i honestly don't know when i will be able to post again, so this is a standalone fic for nanami! you can read part 1 with gojo and geto here :)

characters: nanami

warnings: heavy smut, mdni, brat tamer nanami, oral (female receiving), edging, fingering, drunk sex, riding, cockwarming, slight degradation, unprotected sex

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⁜ nanami had left for a business trip for a week, so you have become very messy in his absence

⁜ your stuff was all over the place, you would be walking around in your underwear etc

⁜ one saturday, you got bored, opened a bottle of wine and was enjoying yourself

⁜ then, you started to get hot

⁜ discarding your clothing to find relief awoken something in you. was it the alcohol or how much you missed your oblivious roommate?

⁜ oh nanami... such a fine gentleman. so respectful, so pretty

⁜ you were the only person to see his messy, blonde hair. the only person to see him in his long sleeved shirts and pajama pants that fall just enough to expose a little piece of his hip. that must mean something

⁜ except it doesn't. sometimes you wish nanami wasn't such a gentleman and would just walk into your room and ram into you until you couldn't even tell him to stop

⁜ when nanami enters the house, he expects the apartment to be completely dark with you sleeping peacefully in your room. except, he was greeted with a buzzing too familiar to him

⁜ nanami contemplates, he knows what he's gonna walk into but isn't sure if he wants to see it

⁜ yet, he still enters the living room

⁜ there you are. legs splayed out, one foot resting on the coffee table and the other planted on the ground. your eyes are shut tightly, cheeks gotten red from the heat. your shorts and panties were on the ground along with your shirt. you are unaware that your roommate came home earlier from his trip and was frozen in front of you, watching you pleasure yourself with that dumb machine of yours

⁜ nanami calls your name shyly and you get scared

⁜ "n-nanami!" you try to say something but the words won't come out

⁜ nanami throws his coat to the chair next to him and walks closer to you slowly. he notices the half empty glass of wine on the table and huffs. a small smirk forms on his face

⁜ nanami grabs the glass with his large hands, making the glass seem incredibly small

⁜ "you must have been bored in my absence." nanami exclaims while taking a sip from the liquor

⁜ "this whole house is a mess. do you need someone to tell you what to do?" he exhales to the now empty glass. you feel intimidated by his words. is he actually mad?

⁜ you close yourself in front of him as much as you can. you bring your knees together and fix the straps of your bra and connect your hands around your knees

⁜ nanami laughs. "don't be scared, i don't bite. why, do you not know me enough?" you glance away

⁜ "those toys never work, you know." he sits on the coffee table in front of you and grabs the vibrator you had thrown on the couch. he gets too close to you for a moment which made you hold your breath. his face was so close to your chest yet he seemed uninterested

⁜ he examines the toy thoroughly. you feel ashamed, you just want to run into your room and lock yourself in until he has to leave again

⁜ "can i see?" he asks you. you give him a confused look

⁜ he leans forward and gently puts his hands in between your locked knees in an attempt to separate them

⁜ "i just want to see it"

⁜ you let him run his hands in between your legs and slowly part your legs. he pushes one of your legs to the side completely

⁜ he kneels in front of you end observes your exposed pussy closer. you curiously observe his movements from up above

⁜ nanami runs his long fingers along your thigh, slowly making his way to your clit

⁜ he gently grazes your folds until he reaches your hole

⁜ "huh. this stupid toy really doesn't work." he laughs to himself

⁜ "what?" you ask him, finally building the courage to speak to him

⁜ "the vibrator" he says while meeting his beautiful golden eyes with yours. "it looked almost unused."

⁜ nanami takes two of his fingers and gently strokes your entrance. you get chills by the move

⁜ nanami puts his fingers just enough for the tips of his fingers to enter you and he lets them out. he takes his fingers to his eyes, and he finds your slick running down his tips

⁜ "i must have made you this wet, then" you feel shocked at your shy roommates shameless comments. you make a move to close your legs again but nanami's strong hand stops them mid way

⁜ "no need to be shy, love. i know you've been wanting this too." nanami moves closer to you, his fingers leading the way. he takes those two fingers and reaches them out to you. he stops right in front of your mouth

⁜ "all the nights i spent with your shaky moans behind the walls..." since you are too stubborn to open your mouth, nanami helps you by parting your lips with his thumb. he forces his fingers through your lips. you just watch him in shock

⁜ "did you think about me while touching yourself?" you feel embarrassed by the knowledge of him having heard you touching yourself. god, you would love to slap that smirk off his face, but you know he's right. you even thought about knocking on his door to help you out

⁜ with nothing to lose, you welcome nanami's thick fingers in your mouth. you run your tongue across nanami's fingers and have a taste of yourself. you suck on his fingers while simultaneously toying around them with your tongue

⁜ "if i had known you missed me this much, i would have came earlier." he releases his fingers with a pop sound

⁜ nanami lowers himself again. he unbuttons his shirtsleeves and slides them up above his elbows. he grabs one of your knees and pushes it above his shoulder and plants his other hand on your thigh to push it further

⁜ "let me make up for my absence." he looks from below you

⁜ "n-nanami-"

⁜ "take off your bra" before you can even react, he licks along your folds with a flat tongue. you can't help but arch your back which gives nanami a better position to pleasure you

⁜ he grazes his tongue over your folds, but never your clit. his grip on your thigh hardens and you can see your skin turning red and his knuckles turning white. you do as he requests and unclasp your bra with a swift motion. your boobs, now plump and sore from wearing a bra the whole day, are greeted with the cold air of your shared house. nanami's pleased with the view as he smiles into your pussy

⁜ you throw your bra away and place your hands on nanami's soft hair. nanami places his nose on your clit and starts sucking on your wet folds. the room that was filled with dry buzzes before is now filled with sounds of nanami eating you out, followed by your quiet whimpers

⁜ nanami runs his tongue over your clit before gently tugging on it with his teeth, which earns him a soft "nanami" out of you

⁜ nanami connects his eyes with yours from below and starts sucking on your aching clit, almost as if he was trying to see your reaction

⁜ you look straight into his eyes. you part your lips and breathe heavily, asking for him to do more

⁜ and he does more. he bites just enough to give you shivers and just before you can react to the pain, he releases his mouth. you arch your back again as a reaction

⁜ before nanami goes into your pussy again, he releases his hand resting below your knee moves closer to you

⁜ he takes two of his fingers and enters them inside your wet hole and dives into your pussy once again

⁜ this time, he's not gentle. he fucks you with his thick fingers, he pushes them inside and pulls them outside rapidly all the while biting on your clit

⁜ the stimulation makes you shiver and whimper. your hands find their places on your breasts and you help nanami by squeezing your nipples tightly and releasing them until they hurt

⁜ "nanami!"

⁜ "what is it?" he releases himself for a second and waits for your answer

⁜ you're a panting mess. you honestly didn't think he would stop just like that, and you feel disappointed

⁜ "please... continue" you ask shyly

⁜ "will you cum then?" nanami pierces through your eyes. you see his cheeks getting pinker, must be from the wine you think. his hair is disheveled and a string of his hair falls in front of his eyes

⁜ "i... i will" you don't know if that's the right answer, yet you still answer

⁜ nanami lets out a loud tch and goes back into you. you jerk your hips closer to him

⁜ nanami grabs your thigh tightly and pushes you back down. "stay still"

⁜ this time, nanami pushes three fingers into you. without waiting for you to stretch out, he starts fucking you once again. your cries fill the cold room, and nanami can't hide his amusement

⁜ "mmm... 'm gonna cum-" you pant

⁜ with your words, nanami releases his fingers. he looks at you to observe, and is amused with the view of your angry face

⁜ "what the fuck?" you yell, clenching around nothing. you try, try to reach it again but it's no good

⁜ "language" nanami answers. "it appears that we have a lot of teaching to do"

⁜ "huh?"

⁜ "i said" he lands a slap on your tigh. "language. i will have to teach you some respect"

⁜ "ow!"

⁜ "if i were you, i would behave and be grateful" nanami takes position again. he places his lips above your pussy again and his hot breath excites you. "what a brat"

⁜ nanami keeps his fingers to himself this time and focuses on eating you out. the feeling isn't as head spinning, yet he still makes you feel divine

⁜ he runs his tongue all over your pussy and swirls it around your clit. he sucks, bites and licks again. once he starts hearing your whimpers again, he goes down into your hole

⁜ "would you like to cum in my mouth?" you nod. "do you think you taste good?"

⁜ "what if i don't?" you tease

⁜ nanami smiles and keeps his response to himself. he holds you down by your hips, you're ready for him. you tug on his hair and place one of your hands on his broad shoulder

⁜ nanami pushes his tongue inside your hole painfully slow. he savors your insides

he pushes himself in only a couple times before you start crying his name out again

⁜ "aaah, faster!" you tug on his hair harder

⁜ nanami obeys. he pushes himself harder and hums into your pussy. the vibration increases the stimulation, but more importantly, turns you on even further. his husky voice shakes at the sight of you. he tries to grunt, but his attempts fail as he shakily moan into you

⁜ your back arches closer to nanami as the knots in your body snap. you hold your breath and let nanami take full control over your body, as you shake onto his face and yell his name

⁜ nanami rewards himself with your sweet juices you empty inside his mouth. he makes sure to not miss a drop while also slowly licking you as you ride out your high. his grip on your thighs soften once you calm down and you slump on the couch

⁜ nanami gets up and takes one of his fingers to collect all the liquid left on his lips while not breaking any eye contact

⁜ he gathers all the juice with his thumb and licks it clean with a smirk on his face

⁜ "does it taste good?" you ask teasingly

⁜ "why don't you see for yourself?"

⁜ nanami plumps himself down on the couch and shifts the weight on his side

⁜ with a swift motion, he puts your limp body on his lap

⁜ he straddles you on his beige pants and you're afraid you'll stain them. they must have cost more than your life, though, nanami doesn't really seem to care

⁜ he places one hand behind your back and straightens it, he places the other on the back of your neck and pushes you closer to himself

⁜ before you can understand it, his tongue intertwines with yours

⁜ his kiss is divine. soft, wet lips glide over yours. you can taste your sweetness on his tongue as he rushes it over yours

⁜ his kiss is just like him, steady and organized. he follows an order with every move he makes

⁜ you decide to surprise him by wrecking his order

⁜ you quickly grab his lower lip between your teeth and bite on it

⁜ nanami opens his eyes in surprise

⁜ he's surprised that someone as timid as you would be so outright naughty

⁜ "what a vixen" nanami whispers in your mouth

⁜ he starts to loosen his belt while you're still saddled on him. his hand brushes over you a couple times before he fully unbelts himself

⁜ he lets his hands sit on your hips once again. you break the kiss and quickly start working to free him

⁜ nanami watches you with a soft smile on his face as you struggle to unbotton his pants, yet he doesn't help you

⁜ "fuck" you pant "please, i've been waiting for this for so long" you whisper to yourself in frustration and feel a sudden upsurge from under you

⁜ "huh?" nanami asks you

⁜ "nothing" you respond without looking at him

⁜ nanami grabs both of your wrists and looks at you. "you've been waiting for this?"

⁜ you gulp, bewitched by his gaze that is piercing through you. your cheeks turn redder from embarrassment and you see that nanami's cheeks are also more colorful than before

⁜ nanami unzips himself with his free hand with one switch motion and his erect dick slaps on his abdomen

⁜ "sit on it" he orders you. his face is stoic yet you can see the confusion in his eyes. he's trying to look intimidating, yet you only feel love from him

⁜ without thinking much about it, you shift yourself on his lap. nanami helps you by lifting you by your hips

⁜ you slowly take his length in. his thick tip is enough to stretch you, so you take your time to make yourself comfortable

⁜ nanami helps supporting you by holding you. he's impatient, he wants to feel your velvety walls around his dick, but he lets you be as comfortable as possible

⁜ you take him in with soft moans and pants. god, you're such a fucking sweetheart, so naive with your doe eyes. so different from the vixen teasing nanami just a second ago

⁜ "everything alright?" you nod. "then start moving"

⁜ nanami moves your hips forward and backwards, grinding you into his lap

⁜ "god, you feel so good" nanami nests his head on the crook of your neck and leaves his hot breath on your skin

⁜ his voice is deep and low, he's very vocal too. every right thing you do, he rewards you with his precious moans

⁜ "so big" is enough to feel him twitch inside you

⁜ nanami plants kisses on the soft skin of your neck before he softly sucks on it, leaving his mark all over it

⁜ "nanami-"

⁜ your hips fasten with every moan you gift him

⁜ "is it how you imagined it, hm?" he bites into your skin while his hand crawl up to your tits

⁜ "all the nights you fucked yourself" he squeezes your right tit with his thumb planted on your nipple tightly "did you think about riding me?"

⁜ "mmm-"

⁜ "did you play with your tits while thinking about me?"

⁜ "nanami..."

⁜ nanami lets out a frustrated growl and lands a slap on your tits. "answer me"

⁜ "ah! so mean!" you try to hold your moans back, because you know it will only push nanami further to punish you

⁜ "i would imagine you..." all the nights you spent by yourself flood your brain. you think about all the nights you touched yourself, trying to stay quiet but also hoping that nanami would just barge in and fuck you senseless. "imagine you... coming to my room... at night..."

⁜ "yeah?" nanami starts massaging your sore breasts while you arch your back to come closer to him

⁜ "you would... fuck me from behind..."

⁜ "nasty"

⁜ "...cum inside me... and leave me by myself again..."

⁜ nanami puts his hand on the back of your head and brings you in for a kiss. his tongue laps over yours and saliva spreads over your lips. the kiss is far from perfect, yet you're a moaning mess just by that

⁜ your hips fall tired but you try to stay collected. every brush of your hips send cold shivers down your spine and you can only imagine nanami feels the same too. you bet he enjoys feeling his tip hit your cervix with every small thrust of his, bet he loves the slapping sounds echoing in the room

⁜ "nanami" you call his name in his mouth. "cum inside" you try to collect your thoughts

⁜ "what's the magic word?" his lips stretch, he smiles in your mouth

⁜ "fuck... you"

⁜ "c'mon, be a good girl. what's the magic word?"

⁜ electrics in your body grow faster and faster. you give in

⁜ "please, cum inside of me, please-- fuck"

⁜ nanami sees how tired you look, so he takes over. he grabs your hips so tight that you're sure he's leaving bruises on you. he lifts you sightly and rams into you from under

⁜ he can feel your walls envelop his cock harder. he's not sure for how long he can also take it before fully giving in

⁜ "i will... gonna fill you up- fuck... you'll look so pretty... leaking with my cum"

⁜ "nanami!" you shout his name and dig your nails in his shoulders

⁜ "yeah? gonna fill you to the brim... fuck... you nasty slut... taking you from your back?"

⁜ "aah-- nanami... 'm gonna cum-"

⁜ "want me to use you... like the little vixen you are? i will... i will fuck you from behind" he grabs your cheeks and forces you to look into his golden eyes gleaming under the dim lightning of your shared living room. "look at me... i'll fuck you till' you can't walk anymore... alright?"

⁜ "yes... please..."

⁜ "good girl... you're a quick learner... cum for me now. cum around my cock"

⁜ your body spasms on top of your roommate and he doesn't stop moving. your knees feel weak and your body feels numb. you squeeze your eyes shut so tight that you start seeing white

⁜ "fuck... so good, so good for me"

⁜ just when you start breathing normally, you feel a warmness inside your walls. nanami's seed paints your soft walls, only then nanami stops moving. your limp hips fall on nanami's lap and you can barely move your legs. his cock twitches inside you. you quickly realize he has kept his promise when you see his beige pants turn slightly wetter from where you two are connected, he did fill you up to the brim

⁜ you watch his cum slowly glide out of your sore pussy and trail down to nanami's crotch until he can also come back to his senses

⁜ the room is now filled with an awkward silence. nanami's eyelids are low, his pupils dilated and eyes glued onto you

⁜ "toys can't do this" he starts rubbing small circles on your plush hips. you're glad that he broke the silence. now that you're also more comfortable, you start playing with nanami's hair. you run your fingers through his loose strands and rub the back of his head

⁜ "you were right" you take a breath, as if you were annoyed. "again" you exaggerate your tone to annoy him

⁜ nanami doesn't respond to your cheekiness

⁜ "glad i came home earlier" he smiles lovingly. he truly looks like he has achieved something he has been long yearning for

"you should leave your door open at nights"

this was long lol

comment and reblog to have a 6' blonde businessman come to your room at night and rawdog you i guess ( ˘︹˘ )

SAW THAT OBELISCO, I SAID “QUE LINDA” ⊹

. . . BSD dick headcanons . . . incl. select ADA, PM, + DOA

wc: 1.6k total, ~120 each

cw: detailed descriptions of cocks, balls, cum, bush, etc. big dick men, small dick men, average dick men, and all of them are very gorgeous to me

reid: dick headcanons. title from one of sabrina’s nonsense outros which i think about constantly

—ADA!

okay, maybe I’m biased but I think DAZAI’S strapped. he’s right on the verge of eight inches hard. tiny, tiny upward curve, and sticks straight up against his stomach; has only a few little veins, a pale shaft, and a blushy pink tip that is just so kissable. uniform thickness; a little thinner than average. he doesn’t go out of his way to groom himself—his bush is usually pretty wild, but he’ll gladly adhere to his partner’s preference. you will not catch this man shaving his balls but it's fine because they're gorgeous (maybe a little smaller than average). frenulum is so sensitive to pressure; I think he’s a big fan of fucking his partner with just the first few inches. he cums an absurd amount, too; pretty, almost-transluscent loads that twitch out in one short spurt after another. ⊹

KUNIKIDA is packing too, sorry. a little thick for his length; probably almost six inches but boy it’s gonna be a stretch. no taper, but has a fat head that literally nails all the right spots perfectly. I think he has a a few freckles on his dick. some not-so-prominent veins aside from one running up the underside, warm pink all the way to the base where it fades into his skin tone, and his balls are so distinct—both clearly defined, and they twitch so much when he's receiving pleasure (please play with them). grooms himself almost completely, but leaves a patch at the base of his pelvis—it's a light sandy brown—only a little darker than the rest of the hair on his body—and his cum is thick, opaque, and dribbles out in globs. ⊹

ATSUSHI has more than he knows what to do with. he’s on the upward side of average; just under six inches, and it is so fucking pretty. has a single prominent vein running down the top and it is sensitive. pale like the rest of him until just beneath the head, where he's a cool pink; slight taper in thickness—a little thinner at the top, just beneath his head, which is round and weepy. he leaks so much precum. he's not great at maintenance, but his bush is probably a little on the thinner side anyway; like Kunikida's it's only a couple shades darker than the rest of his light hair. pearly, picturesque cum that's on the thicker side. breeder balls. ⊹

it’s kind of a cruel fucking joke how huge RANPO is. just a bit bigger than Dazai, but admittedly thicker, and he has veins for days. I can hardly see him grooming—too much of a hassle for something that makes no difference pleasure-wise—but he'll trim if his partner expresses any complaint about his unruliness (his bush is probably decently thick). pale, a little tanner toward the tip, and curves a bit to the side; I think he loves experimenting with different angles and positions while he's fucking his partner. another one with thick, opaque cum; his balls are pretty proportional to him (read: huge), and the underside of his shaft is so sensitive. loves being clenched down on over and over. ⊹

FUKUZAWA is just… so much man. a little on the slender side, but long. almost seven inches. veiny as hell; his cock is chiseled like a god's. tan near the base, paler near the tip, and all of him gets so blushy when he's hard; vigilant about routine trimming as a general rule, but he's extra responsive to how his partner prefers him to be groomed (or not). has a pair of balls that belong on a Florentine statue. he's another one that cums an obscene amount; milky and creamy like hot donut glaze, I'm not even kidding. probably tastes like it too. super sensitive on the large vein that runs up the underside of him, and all over the bundles of nerves packed into his tip—loves kitten licks before getting deepthroated. ⊹

TANIZAKI’S not packing anything huge, but god it’s got a perfect upward curve and prominent head that would catch against anyone’s insides so perfectly. four inches exactly, proportional thickness, and a prominent head that's absolutely the most sensitive part of him. has no particular grooming routine; he lets himself go usually, but is another that will adhere if his partner has a preference. moderately veiny, slightly darker than the rest of him, pink tip, and tight balls that hold more cum than they look like they're capable of; he gushes milky globs, and twitches wildly when he does. ⊹

—PM!

where do I start with CHUUYA… thick. absurdly thick. thee pussy destroyer. not lacking in length either; about six and half inches. only a tinge tanner than the rest of him, with a tip that goes red when he's worked up. has the prettiest bush known to man, which he keeps neat but doesn't ever get rid of completely. has thick, pretty balls that hang low and slap lewdly against his parter's hole(s)/chin/taint when he fucks them. doesn't cum an insane amount but it's gooey, sticky, viscous, and it drips down him so beautifully; small veins scattered all over and one large, prominent one that reaches from base to tip on his underside, and a few freckles. ⊹

AKUTAGAWA is another one that’s just ridiculous, because, like, no way the most stoic, don’t-touch-me ass man in the series is slanging this much dick. he probably doesn’t even realize it. almost seven inches, and he’s girthy too. so many veins; two prominent ones on the underside, and he curves a little to the side and then a little upward. anyway, he’s meticulous about grooming for comfort purposes. not a hair on him; I think he prefers at least a little on his partner, though. sensitive all over, but especially at the tip—which gets so red and cute when you tease him with your fingers or tongue. daintier balls full of thin, silky cum—probably tastes the sweetest on the whole list. ⊹

TACHIHARA’S on the lower end of the average spectrum, but fuck he knows what to do with it. a little under five inches, no curve in sight, average uniform thickness—he sticks straight out, tanner near the base, gradually pinker-to-redder toward the tip and he is so fucking leaky. practically drools precum when he’s turned on. satisfying girth without demanding a painful stretch; balls also on the smaller side but full of runny, opaque cum and he makes a mess every single time whether he intends to or not. grooms pretty vigilantly; usually almost bare if he's with a partner. his tip and the area just beneath it is so incredibly sensitive—slurp this man up. ⊹

ANGO is pretty and pale and slender and curves a teeny bit to the side and oh my god, he’s so sensitive. all over. from tip to base, being touched or clamped down on just immediately sends him skyward. I think he’s probably working with a hair under five inches, with a few select veins that twitch when he cums. he keeps a pretty patch of hair that connects to the sexiest happy trail—otherwise, I think he's pretty vigilant about grooming. suck on his balls, please—he'll get them so right for you to lick, stroke, play with. creamy cum, only a little on the watery side, and it almost looks artful when it spurts from him. ⊹

ODA’S probably got the closest thing to a monster cock, and the only one pulling ahead of Ranpo length-wise. nothing about him’s small. pushing nine inches hard. wider at the base than the tip, and l’m talking wide. fuck two hands, you’ll need four. doesn’t groom, but trims. tan and veiny, gets red and twitchy when he's aroused. this whole man was probably hand-made by god with the intent of breeding in mind, but to sum it up in two words: breeder balls. and they have so much stark, opaque cum in them—perfect consistency, and it shoots out in long, milky ropes. most sensitive around his base, so you better take all of him, okay? ⊹

—DOA!

don’t crucify me for this one (pun not intended) but FYODOR’S working with about four inches. I just can’t see him having a huge cock. but, his girth is incredibly satisfying. not an insane stretch, but enough for a pleasant fullness; he’s not veiny either, put his tip is so prominent and definitely drags wonderfully against any sensitive spots inside his partner. thin layer of hair he keeps neatly groomed; his tip is definitely the most sensitive part of him, but I think his balls are a close second. loves having his balls played with while he gets his cock sucked; will likely spurt double the amount of his thick, sticky cum if you do it. ⊹

SIGMA’S upward curve should be studied, truly. it’s probably some sort of divine geometry. uniformly pale from base to tip, blushes the smallest hint of pink when he's aroused. on the smaller side, probably pushing a little over four inches, and not particularly thick either but that curve—that curve fucking gets it done. very few visible veins other than one trailing up his underside, and the hair in this area is already sparse on him, so he doesn't groom much; maybe trims every so often. the seam running between his pretty balls is definitely the most sensitive, other than his tip. cum is watery, and probably also on the sweeter side. ⊹

NIKOLAI’S huge. send tweet. I can’t see him being any more or less than seven and a half inches. veiny motherfucker with a prominent head that pounds it good and the slightest, ittiest bittiest curve downward that feels so right when he hits it from the back. pale all the way up and down, except for his ultra-sensitive tip, which leans tanner than the rest of him; another one with balls that hang low and smack hard against whoever he's fucking (he loves the feeling of this). extremely twitchy when he cums; spurts out watery streams of pearly white, although he doesn't cum a lot. likes to watch it leak, drip, and gush out of/onto his partner. ⊹

Suguru.. i am WEAK

ੈ✩‧₊˚ RICHTIVITIES PT. 2!

richhusband!Nanami who has you come over to his office when he’s needy, sneaking you in under the guise of bringing his forgotten bento box, but in actuality, he has you split open on his cock with a big hand covering your mouth to muffle the incessant loud moans that are leaving your lips. Muscles tense as he struggles to contain his urge to unleash thrust after thrust to your miserable cunt, his sculpted stomach flush to your back as he keeps your legs open.

richhusband!Nanami whose fingers move expertly across your mound, drawing your clit in circles ‘till you’re squirting all over his crisp and expensive slacks, and he’s whispering in your ear about how gorgeous you look all spread out for him. His thick fingers playing with your hardened nipples through the pink blouse you’d chosen to wear.

richhusband!Nanami who has to cup a hand over your mouth once he hears footsteps and a familiar voice nearing his office door, though he’s not giving you any chance to quiet down with the way he’s ramming his hips up into you. Once he shoo’s whoever it was away, he’s repositioning you so you’re bent over his desk, disregarding the paperwork scattered all over.

richhusband!Nanami who takes his time with you, now slowly and languidly driving himself into your sex. And, as you both cum together, there forms that white ring of juices on the base of his cock he loves oh, so much.

richhusband!Nanami who slides your panties back in place after he’s done, kissing you so passionately it sweeps you up into a state of pure bliss. He’s pulling out his wallet, kissing you again, and placing a wad of cash between your tits. “Get yourself something, sweetheart. I’ll be home shortly.”

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warnings: timeskip! bokuto, fem! reader, unprotected sex, hickeys, rough sex, bokuto is a cuddle buddy

MDNI | 18+ content

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hey cutie! i already did an oikawa one, you can find it here <3

Kotaro Bokuto | The cute convenience store girl

The off-season for volleyball was weird. Bokuto was well-known enough that people could recognize him in public but not enough that he was bombarded with fangirls. It sucked. At least, that’s what he thought. He adored the crowds that cheered on his name. It was the most perfect drug. 

One of the things about being a professional athlete was that he was always busy. Bokuto hated that he never had time to himself; it was always practice, games, and media stunts. So when his first off-season began, he was thrilled—finally, some time for him. At first, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He played video games, worked out, and mainly ate. So when Atsumu came over and suggested he just have some anonymous Tinder sex, he did that, too. Why the hell not? 

All of the girls that popped up seemed like they needed to be more interesting for Bokuto. He gave up after a bit. One rainy day, as he walked to the convenience store, he swiped onto your profile. He smiled, thinking nothing of it. His thumb slid right just as he entered the store, his hair dripping wet. And lo and behold, there you stood, looking for the perfect cup of ramen noodles for an evening snack. He gulped and hid behind a shelf, eyes peeking behind it to gauge your reaction. Bokuto noticed how you blushed slightly, sliding right on his profile. Bokuto sneakily appeared from behind you, poking your shoulder as he held up his phone.

“Hey, isn’t this really funny?”

Various slapping sounds could be heard from your apartment as you laid on your bed, hands squeezing onto your tits for added stimulation, your mouth agape to allow your gorgeous cries to flee from your lips. Bokuto was above you, caging your body under his massive one with his hands, suckling and nibbling on your neck as he fucked you so passionately, his pelvis having a mind of its own. 

You had already cum twice before, once on his fingers and once on his tongue. The moment the two of you managed to get back to your apartment, you were on each other like animals in heat. Bokuto practically got on his hands and knees, begging you to let him sit on his face and use his mouth. You agreed, but only after he had forced an orgasm out of you with his fingers. Your sobbing cunt was extra sensitive, fluttering around his gigantic cock as it bullied its way inside you.

“Fuck, you’re suckin’ me in,” Bokuto moaned into your neck, peppering it with kisses atop of the blooming purple marks. “I’m fucking you as deep as I can, pretty girl.” his strong arms held your legs in place around his waist as he pistoned in and out of you, the smell of sex filling your apartment. Your soaked clothes remained scattered on the floor, adding a bit of dampness to the atmosphere. 

“Kotaro!” you whimpered, cupping his face as he kissed you passionately once more. His kisses were scorching, deseprate, and so incredibly wanting. He chuckled against your lips as he pushed your legs up against your chest, allowing the tip of his twitching cock to hit your g-spot over and over again in perfect bliss. “Fuck, feels fucking incredible!”

Bokuto smirked at your praise, still hammering himself into you without mercy. He knew you liked it rough, and he fucking loved it. The added bonus of your praise and compliments ringing through your ears driving him further to the brink of bliss. “That’s right, m’fucking this pussy so well, aren’t I? Say it, say how good I fuck this pussy.” he demanded, his thrusts growing despeate and sloppy whilst his hips thrusted against yours in reckless abandon.

“O-only you can fuck this pussy so good, Kotaro!” you cried out, your nails leaving angry red scratches down his muscular back. “Fuck me s’good, fuck!” your cries were music to his ears. He relished in each and every beautiful noise his cock could rip out of your lungs. You were like a symphony of angels, even if he just met you today.

Your praise was all he needed to fall across the ledge, whimpering softly as he painted your insides with his cum. Rope after rope of euphoria filled you up ro nicely, his thrusts slowing down until he pulled out of you with a pop! Bokuto sighed as he rolled over, immediately pulling you in for some cuddles. “Holy fuck, that was awesome. You’re awesome, y’know that?” he smiled, pecking your sweaty forehead.

He thought for a moment, his words resting on his tongue. “Can I…stay a little longer and just hold you?”

You looked at him and smiled, leaning closer into his warm and delicate embrace. “Of course you can.”

୨★✧.*party 4 u ✧★.*୧

Jean Kirstein x Reader, one shot

★ recreational drug use, angst, fluff, post break up, kissing, ex boyfriend, insecurity and anxiety

Ik the song is trending but when I tell you it's been a fave with me forever.. this WIP has sat with me for a while, and I changed my mind with a lot of it but hopefully u all still like it! (If I had a nickel for every Jean fic I wrote inspired by a charlixcx song, lol) Who said you can't make corny songfic in 2025??

┈➤here's the ao3 link or read under the cut :)

Jean thought you were the most beautiful he’d ever seen. 

Silver confetti fluttered around you, the echoes of the crowd and thudding bass was overwhelming. You felt weightless and free as you danced in the darkness. The strobe lights made you see spots, highlighting the smoke that spun into the air, and for the briefest moment, everything was fine.

You couldn’t believe you almost didn’t come. 

Hitch barely managed to persuade you to skip your 8 am tomorrow, just so you could all get fucked up tonight. 

You took an Uber so none of the group would have to drive from the pregame near campus to Jean Kirschtein’s obnoxiously large house in the country.

You and Jean had a complicated history—Hitch and Annie didn’t know, because you hated the drama of it all. 

All your freshman year at Paradis State, you were inseparable in puppy love, and so unprepared for the consequences of it. You weren’t the best at expressing your feelings and boundaries, and Jean was eager to please you. It should have worked better, and you tried not to linger on that fact. He was breathtakingly handsome and had lots of friends, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that you eventually just stopped seeing each other. 

Well, you stopped seeing him. 

You practically ghosted Jean when you found out about his weird feelings about Mikasa. You couldn’t unsee his crush whenever he was around her, and it killed you. You weren’t even angry with her for it, since Mikasa was happily infatuated with Eren, though you wished you could tell her plainly that you harbored nothing against her for it. 

You were young and emotional, and let your hurt get the better of you. It didn’t make any sense, and you didn’t even give Jean a chance to explain himself, ever. 

The aftermath was awkward considering how many mutual friends you had, so you just avoided him entirely. You started going to clubs in the next town over instead of bars and parties around campus, and you were content with the new friends you made in Annie and Hitch, despite their connections looping back to the same place. 

You supposed for as long as you lived in Trost, everyone you knew would lead you back to Jean. He was a good guy. You kind of freaked out, and got too embarrassed and proud to go back to him and apologize. 

“C’mon man, are you gonna try to enjoy yourself?” Connie gave him a light punch on the shoulder. 

“I am,” Jean said, irritated, and glanced outside again. “Are you sure she’s coming?”

He had spent the first hour of the evening hovering by the windows. They were tall and wide, so he would have seen you perfectly from the other end of the room, but as soon as he heard that you were coming, he was a wreck. 

He insisted on picking out the decorations instead of letting Sasha take the lead, like she usually did. He couldn’t help himself from the excitement that blossomed in his chest at the idea of seeing you, really seeing you. 

As the others around him began pregaming, Jean really drank. 

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he couldn’t help it. His heart raced all evening, resounding all his longing, begging, willing you through that door. Come to my party. Come to my party.

Jean felt like he was always catching glimpses of you, and no matter how hard he tried to move on, the way you seemed to, there was always a remaining trace of bitterness. You were barely there, yet not close enough for him to properly ignore the way you made him feel.

It was years ago, and should mean nothing. It meant nothing. 

“Look man,” Connie put his hand on Jean’s shoulder, his breath fanning the scent of beer over to his friend. “Just relax! Either y’talk to her, or you don’t. I don’t think you should waste your night being emo about it. Make a decision. Do something instead of moping around.”

Jean shoved his hand away, a little harsher than he intended to. He couldn’t gauge his own strength—or temper–when he got drunk like this. 

“Yeah, I know.”

By the time you arrived at the sizable mansion, up a long winding driveway lined with trees, you were so high, you didn’t give Jean a second thought. 

You walked in with the girls, immediately enamored with the superfluous decorations, the colorful, ambient lighting, and the blasting music. Balloons hung from the ceiling and littered the floor, and it seemed like over a hundred people were crammed into every crevice of the house. 

“What the hell is this party for again?” You yelled to Hitch, despite her face only being a few inches from yours. Her eyes were hazy and distant, as she’d shared some molly with you earlier, the dose she took was far more. 

“Uhh, I think Jean said he just needed a pick me up for the new semester,” she shouted back and slipped her sunglasses over her eyes. “I think it’s pretty.”

“I’m getting jungle juice,” Annie said boredly. She’d taken more shots than any of you, and remained composed like it was nothing. “Come with?” 

Hitch nodded. 

“Y/n? You rolling?” 

“Not yet. I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” you shook your head and gave them an encouraging smile.

“Fine, but if I leave here alone, I’m killing you both,” she stuck her tongue out at you playfully, and gripped Annie’s arm as they went off. 

You smiled and decided to occupy yourself by weaving through the crowd, people watching. 

There were people taking shots, legs in tall boots and short skirts, groups smoking cigs and rolling up by the staircase. A throng of people surrounded the DJ on the raised platform by the living room. 

Your senses were pleasantly heightened, you felt warm and light. The mixture of drugs kept you at ease, though a part of you ached, and seemed to search for a certain familiar face.

You pushed away the thought and made your way across the floor. 

You saw Historia posing as her girlfriend took photos of her, the flash briefly blinding you as you stumbled past. You waved at Connie and Sasha, the former shotgunning a beer as his friend timed him. It was always nice seeing them. 

“Hey Y/n!”

You turned to find a buzzed, cheerful Marco, with a solo cup in hand, and he leaned in for a hug. 

“Hey!” You said, surprised, and squeezed him tight. 

You liked Marco a lot, and despite being Jean’s best friend, he was one of the kindest people to you throughout the past few years.

“I’m great, did you just get here?” He asked. 

“Yeah. Looks like you guys went all out,” you grinned and gestured at the crowded room. If it wasn’t silver or gold, it was sparkling or glowing. 

“It was all Jean’s idea,” Marco rubbed the back of his neck, stumbling over his words. “I dunno. He’s uh– excited. Probably on a second bottle by now.” 

“Oh,” your eyebrows betrayed your concern. “Um, is he alright?”

“It doesn’t seem fair to… sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Marco was pink from the alcohol, and seemed to turn a little redder. “You should enjoy yourself!”

“Well, where is he?” Your eyebrows pinched together. 

The temptation was killing you. Was Marco trying to say that Jean wanted to talk to you? Why else would he suggest it?

“Um, outside, I think,” he gave you an apologetic smile. “Really, he’ll be okay. You should enjoy your night. He sent me away to enjoy mine.”

You swallowed and watched him disappear into the crowd. 

You were fucking out of it. Maybe any mistakes you made tonight could be reasonably excused. Besides, you were friends with Jean long before you fucked things up. 

You made your way through the sea of people and to the back door, an angelic synth swimming in your ears. 

You stepped outside, and shivered from the biting February breeze. 

The pool shone blue in the night, casting a glow that shimmered and shook with the water. It was quieter in the backyard, the thudding music and chatter was muffled and seemed worlds away. 

You braced yourself to see Jean around the corner, or on a chair, but you were completely alone. 

Your head was pounding from the powerful speakers. You took a deep, shuddering breath, allowing yourself to feel. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten so fucked up, knowing that Jean would be here. You kind of walked into this. Yet, you think you might’ve felt the same sober. That was sadder. At least with this, you could blame it on the drugs. 

Fuck. You couldn’t let yourself spiral and lose it. You felt like shit ruining girl’s nights like this, even if Hitch and Annie were preoccupied elsewhere. 

You sank to your knees by the pool, and took off your heels. You dipped your feet in the water, grateful for the cold, tranquil distraction. You closed your eyes, and took deep breaths. With the muffled crowd and the occasional car passing in the street, the moment felt a little more real. 

Jean was always good at helping you calm down. When you managed to convey the times you were overwhelmed, he was a saint, rubbing your back and keeping you hydrated when you got too high or anxious. 

Tears leaked down your face before you could stop them. You didn’t want to ruin your makeup, after using so much glitter, but your cheeks were wet and your vision blurred. You hadn’t thought about this, or him, in years. 

Did you overreact? You let your jealousy get to the better of you. God, you sucked. Maybe you should have stayed home. Maybe it’s just been too long, or you were high, and lonely, but the idea of Jean holding you close now made your heart ache. 

You heard the back door slide open, spilling more heavenly electronic music into the air until it shut again. 

“Hey.” A familiar voice called your name, nearly cracking. 

“Hey,” you said, hastily wiping your face, staring straight ahead at the water. “Are you alright?”

“I think I should be asking you,” Jean slurred and sat down on the pavement. He had a bottle in his hand, and wore a button down with the sleeves rolled up, his hair tousled and sticking slightly to his forehead from sweat. His legs were crossed, and he leaned down while he spoke, his posture ruined in favor of staying at your eye level. “I di–um..” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Seemed like fun,” you laughed, despite the salty taste in your mouth. “It’s all beautiful, Jean. You always throw one hell of a party.”

His eyes were pained, and it sent a stabbing sensation to your chest. 

“Thanks.” He seemed very tempted to say more, but instead took a swig and passed you the bottle. 

“No I’m good, I’m rolling,” you pushed it back to him. 

“Oh,” he said, surprised. “Any.. particular occasion?”

You shrugged. 

“Hitch offered.” You tried not to read too much into his question. You rolled very rarely—partying was always magnified by a little molly every now and then. You likely flattered yourself too much as you wondered if he was thinking you came out tonight to fuck someone, with its reputation as a sex drug. 

“Sounds fun,” he said, jaw tight. “So… why are you out here?”

“Marco kind of sent me,” you laughed. “Obviously, I was too late. Thought you’d be somewhere else by now, and the pool’s nice.”

“Well, here I am,” he said bitterly. He swept a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes and ruining the near-perfect coif. You liked it better that way, messy and long, you didn’t think the perfectly combed look really fit him. 

“How–how are you?” You said lightly. His lashes were so long, perfectly framing his sad eyes, brushing his cheek with every blink. 

“Second semester always sucks,” he shrugged and took another swig. “Thought something extravagant would lighten everyone’s spirits.”

“Yeah,” you exhaled and laughed nervously. You were chewing your lip as you kicked your leg gently against the water, watching the small droplets flick away from you.  “I think it was a great idea. And it’s stunning– inside, by the way. It’s gorgeous.”

There was a trace of a smile on his lips from your compliment. He couldn’t make himself say that it was really all for you. 

Your features were glowing from the light refracting off of the pool, your short dress rode up your thighs, and Jean couldn’t help but stare. He wondered if you sensed it too, the tension—not from the awful history, or the unsaid professions, but the near tangible desire.  

“I’m glad you made it,” he said softly. “It’s really nice to see you.”

“Of course,” you said quickly. You averted your eyes, your hands in your lap. 

The drugs were heightening all your emotions, and all your senses—the tinge of chlorine in the air, mixing with Jean’s familiar scent, the faint thudding of music from inside the house, the cool water against your skin. 

“Um,” your breath was shaky, your hands clenched into fists. “I’m sorry, by the way. A-about freshman year.” You nearly choked on the words as they bubbled out of you. “It’s—I was really dumb and jealous. You’re a great guy, Jean. You’re an amazing, sweet, romantic son of a bitch. You deserve the world.”

You tried not to stare, but it wasn’t like he was returning the favor. You were both shamelessly memorizing each other's features, a mingling of fear, apprehension, and desperation. You felt so wretched, to pretend like he was someone you never loved. 

“Do you wanna dance?” Jean said pathetically. It was all he could manage, despite everything he wanted to say. 

You blushed and tried not to smile too hard. That was more than enough for you. 

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

You ignored the tossing in your stomach as Jean held the door open, leaking sound and smoke into the air before sliding it shut. 

It was a small, guilty pleasure, feeling him guide you through the mass of people, dancing, thrashing bodies and balloons. 

You found a small opening, nearly thrown together from the crowd. 

You spent the night with your arms at Jean’s shoulders, and his hands at your waist. The strobe lights nearly blinded you, but you couldn’t look away from him. The adoration in his eyes, the curve of his lips. Maybe he was thinking the same thing, that you were both ridiculous, cowardly idiots. Maybe you were just delusional. 

You couldn’t stop yourself when you leaned into him, taking in his scent, yearning to feel his heartbeat, as if you were the only people in the room. It was like time stopped and everyone else faded away when he closed the space between you, his lips warm and rough and they met yours, finally reuniting after all the heartache. 

Jean tasted like home. His hands roamed your body, through your hair, and you clung to him, kissing him and forsaking your breath. It all felt so good, so right.

“Oh my god,” Jean groaned, thrilled by the taste of you, the way you felt against him and in his hands. He tried to be gentler, but he was too excited by your shallow breaths, your impossibly soft skin, your moans urging him to be more and more indecent. 

You nearly stumbled, getting shoulder checked from a nearby dancer, and your tall heels failing you. Jean’s grip at your waist was firm, and he led you to the corner and pinned you against the wall. He kissed you until you gasped for air.

“Uh, should we do something?” Sasha nudged Connie with her elbow as she spotted you both from a distance, making out passionately, for all to see. 

“Are you kidding?” Connie snorted. “They need that shit. I’ll find them an empty closet myself.”

꧁Montague relationship headcanons꧂

Because the nisha one was fun to write

Fluff, cute romance, reader is gender neutral

He loves letting you touch his hair. And it's soft too. He makes sure it's soft, just for you, because he knows you love playing with it.

His stubble is itchy and he knows it. When he kisses you, or cuddles up next to you, he always rubs his face on yours.

There's no knowing when he's gonna kiss you. In the car, on the couch, even in public. He will kiss you at the most random times, and you have no way of predicting it.

He gave you a necklace that looks like his medallion. It's not real diamond, probably a sapphire or something, but you cherish it regardless.

If you're sick, he will drop everything and come and help you. He calls a doctor, he gets his chefs to make you your favourite soup (or comfort food if you don't like soup), he even gives you cuddles.

He gives you a little trinket after every mission. It could be a compass, a bracelet, new clothes, anything that reminds him of you. You have a little box of trinkets that Montague brings you because you have no idea where else to put them.

Neck kisses. Lots of them. He's always leaving marks to show people that you're his.

He fiddles with his medallion when he's thinking about you. Valeria loves to joke about it. "Ooh, you miss y/n?" It drives him up the wall every time Valeria jokes about you.

He only lets you call him Monty. Everyone else has to call him Montague.

This is for @avokadothorne :3

I know you love him

Hi!! I saw your posts that you're busy writing reqs, so sorry if this ask is too much now!! Could you write a pt 2 for the tinder match with ushijima? :3 I liked your writing sm and I need more fics with him 😭

❥ tulips and roses | wakatoshi ushijima

part two of this drabble

warnings: timeskip! usjijima, fem! reader, experienced! reader, ushi isnt a virgin and he KNOWS how to fuck now, fingering, cunnilingus, making out, kitche counter sex, protected sex, ushi is so serious i adore him, lewd language, size kink but only if u squint

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 1.2k

a/n: hopefully i did this big guy justice. i wrote this when i literally just woke up lol

got a request? my asks are open!

“Fuck!” echoed through your apartment, your hands bunching up Ushijima’’s chartreuse hair in little clumps as he lifted you onto your kitchen counter with no struggle at all, his large and calloused hands squeezing the fat of your hips. You giggled as his meadow eyes stared at you with such a longing desire, a desire for more of your guidance. “You really missed me, huh?”

“You have absolutely no idea,” he groaned, melding his lips with yours in a frenzied kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to yourself. His teeth bit down onto the pout of your bottom lip, rolling it between the pearly whites. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since that night,” he broke the kiss, aiming to pepper your neck with delicate nibbles instead. “About what you did to me.”

“You mean how I took your virginity?” you giggled, tilting your head to the side so he could suckle on your delicate skin. “I gotta admit, it was one of my better hookups.”

Ushijima chuckled into your neck, his hand wandering upwards to grope your breasts through the thinness of your white tank top. “I’m glad I could make you feel that way. You were…” he pulled his lips away from your neck, staring longingly into your eyes. “Spectacular.”

“I’m flattered,” you purred, trailing your hands across his shoulder, your fingertips dancing along the toned muscles. “So, what did you have in mind today? Since you’ve been craving me so much, ‘Toshi.”

He groaned as his given name fell from your lips, his thumb pulling down your soaked panties with ease. If he knew you had only slept in a tank top and panties, he would have offered for you to spend several nights in his penthouse. “You’re dripping for me,” he sighed at the sight, sliding the rough pads of his fingers up and down your glistening heat. 

“When did you learn to talk so dirty? Had any other encounters since last week?” you moaned softly, your face contorting in pleasure as he carefully inserted his index and middle finger inside of your cunt.

“No, it’s just been you,” his nose brushed against your clit, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. “But I’ve seen videos. I’ve done research.” he curled his fingers inside of you, your hands clenching onto the granite countertops. 

“Shit,” you whimpered, spreading your legs further apart for him, your glistening heat fully on display. “I-it’s paying off, your fingers are amazing, ‘Toshi.”

“I wonder if my tongue will be amazing as well?” he offered you the ghost of a smirk, gently kissing your soaked folds while his fingers continued their ministrations inside your core. He flattened his tongue, sliding the muscle up and down until he had a taste of your slick. You squirmed above him, the slow and sensual pace driving you mad. 

Ushijima practically made out with your pussy, his tongue swirling around your throbbing clit as he felt your gummy walls contract around his fingers. This meant you were close. He was sure of it. He pulled his fingers away, his mouth leaving your clit.

“Why’d you stop? I was so close!” you whined, blowing your hair out of your face. Ushijima didn’t respond, only taking off his pants and boxers. A condom rested between his soaked fingers, the metallic packaging shining in the moonlight of your kitchen. 

“Because I want you to cum on my cock,” he plainly stated, kissing you briefly. He easily ripped the foil with his teeth, sliding on the latex. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel the night you took my virginity.” his hands pried your legs apart even further, the tip of his cock teasing your soaked entrance.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, ‘Toshi,” you muttered, arching your back forward. “Fuck me already, please.”

“So demanding,” he whispered against your ear, snapping his hips against yours. His massive cock filled you up instantly, the sensation still being incredibly foreign to you. You choked out a sob, your hands choosing to find purchase on his sturdy shoulder blades instead of the kitchen counter. “That’s what I like about you, darling,” he thrust into you again, this time a bit sharper. “You take what you want,” another thrust. “When you want it,”

“Fuck, ‘Toshi! T-too big!” you cried, your legs wrapped around his waist once more for support as he pounded into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. Every thrust was calculated. He knew exactly how to make you scream his name. He was a prodigy at everything he did, after all. 

“You can take it. I know you can,” he kissed your neck, grasping onto your hips as he fucked into you, adoring the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around him. “So fucking tight for me, hm? Tell me, darling,” he bit down harshly on your neck for a moment, sucking on the skin. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

You nodded in agreement, letting out a cry of both pain and pleasure as the head of his massive cock finally hit your G-spot. “Y-yes, ‘Toshi! Missed your touch, fuck!”

“I missed you as well. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you wanted me,” he apologized, gently kissing the blooming bruise on your jugular. “You’re fucking squeezing me. Are you close? Use your words, darling.”

“Mhm!” was all you could choke out, pleasure causing your brain to grow fuzzy. He fucked you like a man gone wild, but yet he was simultaneously so calculated with his movements. “M’gonna cum!”

“Then cum, darling. Don’t hold back now,” he ordered, his cock twitching inside of you.

Your world disintegrated around you as your orgasm finally came, your slick coating the latex that encased his cock. “‘Toshi!” you cried, clawing desperately at his shoulders as he fucked you through your high. He did not relent after your orgasm stopped, instead choosing to chase his own nirvana. His thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated, the thought of his release consuming his mind.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” his deep voice rumbled, his lips finding themselves on yours once more. His tongue pried your mouth open, exploring it once more as his seed filled the condom. His thrusts slowed down until they came to a halt, his cock resting snugly inside of your heat. 

“Was that good enough for you?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss. He pecked your forehead, sliding the condom off of his length and disposing of it in the kitchen trash. 

You nodded, giggling slightly. “Yeah, it was. You’ve really improved since we first met.”

“I aim to improve all aspects of my life, including how to fuck,” Ushijima offered you a small smile, a rare sight indeed. “I don’t think I’ll need any other women, though,” he placed a hand on your shoulder. “I have only eyes for you.”

He took a deep breath and pecked your cheek again, the faintest shade of pink ghosting his cheeks. “Would you like to come to one of my games sometime? I can assure you that we will win.”

You chuckled and cupped his cheek. “I’d very much like that.”

WHEN HE FIRST MEETS YOU

characters: sanzu. ran.

☰ㅤ HARUCHIYO AKASHI : SANZU

bonten has a monthly poker night at one of the executive’s homes and tonight was his place. therefore, they were out on the balcony smoking and drinking as if it were any other day.

it was good until there was shouting coming from the sidewalk — many floors below.

“ who the fuck is that? “ takeomi inquired, leaning over to see the guy yelling up at one of the balconies. “ maybe a drunkie. “ rindou hummed, residing beside takeomi to inspect the scene. ran peering next to him and shakes his head, “ no, seems like a druggie to me — exactly why i tell you to not do drugs with zuzu. “

sanzu downs his liquor in one go before taking one of his guns that he taped under the table with a chuckles, “ i’ll make his ass shut the fuck up. “

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