Caution: Incredibly Slutty Use Of Birth Control. MDNI.

spotting freckles w/ kuroo | wc: 252 masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART, yuuji itadori cw — loving boyfriend!yuuji, perv!yuuji, jock!yuuji, reader and yuuji are in university and reader is an art major, he's literally a wolf in sheep's clothing omg, muscular yuuji.., unprotected sex, oral (f + m receiving), groping, consensual recording, locker room sex, car sex, hickeys, he literally is feral, and ur both equally gross

( EROS WRITES — this is for @murderofravens who made a very good point of yuuji being mischaracterized in writing .. this post specifically inspiring this entire drabble. requests ARE open btw so feel free to request ! )

yuuji itadori is a good boyfriend.

he's sweet. he's loyal. he's charming. your parents love him and await the day the two of you get married in the far future. he never misses a date, nor does he ever miss an opportunity to spend time with you, despite how busy he usually is with practice. sure, he's sweaty and out of breath when he sees you, looking like he's ran a mile just to reach you, but it's okay because you know he's just glad he gets to see you. he even goes out of his way to buy you chocolates and flowers whenever he can!

your friends agree that you're the luckiest out of the entire friend group; blessed with a loving boyfriend who would do anything for you. he goes to all of your art houses, he even buys you a coffee and stays up with you all night in the university's studio, despite having a game or practice the next day.

what your friends don't know about is the numerous hickies that litter your body, because yuuji itadori can't go without putting his hands on his baby longer than five minutes!

the pda in public is kept to a minimum, besides the boy's obvious pervy comments that your friends brush off as jokes or the occasional kiss and hand-holding, but in private? ohh that boy can't get enough of you.

smacking your ass, biting into your skin at any given moment, yuuji can't help it. he loooves the sight of you. he's a total pervert. you've practically given up on buying more underwear because he'll either, a), rip the pair off as soon as he gets you underneath him, or b), steal them and stuff them in his pockets to get off later with them. he stuffs one pair in the pocket of his tights during football practice and claims it's good luck. (you're like, totally embarrassed, but you let him get away with it because you love him.)

they don't know about how he practically pins you to one of the empty benches in the locker room, practically pounding into you to the point where you're sure that you can be heard outside of the room, skin on skin contact louder than the heavy moans and groans the two of you release.

they don't know about the way he'll send you nudes and videos of him fucking up into his fist, even when you're with them, tip of his cock an angry red as the tip leaks. they especially don't know about him recording you as he fucks you, camera capturing the fucked-out expression on your features and the ripple of your ass as he takes you from behind.

they don't know about how the two of you will fuck in his car after a game until the windows get foggy, whether he loses or not. you don't care if he wins or loses because you get fucked real good either way. he'll let you ride him in the front seat when he wins, wearing his jersey because he loves the sight of it on you, or he'll fuck you like a walking stress reliever when he loses.

and they definitely don't know or need to know about the way poor yuuji complains and whines about how condoms just don't feel comfortable on him; how no brand really fits him. and you believe him, with the way his muscles ripple when he stretches his arms. after years of playing sports and working out, your boyfriend is ripped. so you let him fuck you raw and he'll either pull out and finish on your ass or your tits. if he's feeling particularly lazy though, he'll just do it inside. he says it's too much work to actually pull out after a long day, and you don't mind it all too much.

to your friends, yuuji's the kindest boyfriend ever. they don't know about the dirty words he whispers in your ears, calling you his 'good little whore,' or the way he fucks you until he can see tears spilling from your eyes.

he's a sadist, for sure, but you wouldn't have it any other way, not when he kisses your tears away after you're both fucked out, not when he pulls you close into his side and cuddles you.

because yuuji itadori is a good boyfriend. he is sweet. he just has a couple of special interests in private too.

erosuya. (@cafekitsune for divider.)

toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man. 

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear. 

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him. 

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge. 

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands. 

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul. 

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words. 

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over. 

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start. 

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 ( ˘︹˘ )

ROOMATE!IWAIZUMI loves the way your face looks when you come home from work and find him lounging shirtless in your kitchen. Yeah… mhm..

It was an innocent action at first, holding no intention of watching the way you flushed a deep red as your eyes trailed down his skin, shining with a thin layer of sweat—he’d only just got back from work. Being an athletic trainer requires a lot of movement, he tells you. Only arriving home himself a few minutes ago, he, by first instinct (conveniently forgetting about the existence of his cute roommate in the process), peeled off the garment and freed himself of the suffocation. His muscles tense, a subtle reminder of the long day he’s lived. You wondered if he guided his clients as he told them what to do, how his rough hands felt ghosting over their skin as he adjusted them–

“You alright?” he asked after a moment of basking in your clouded gaze. He knew fully well that you were, in fact, not alright. Nothing gave him away but the slight curl of his lips, and maybe the flush of his cheeks, but he swears that’s just from being tired. Not because his skin alights as your eyes swipe over it. No, he likes that a completely normal, platonic amount. But then he’s smirking and leaning against the counter, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and you both know there’s a shift. You almost dropped dead right there, and Iwaizumi knew he’d gladly be the grim reaper if it meant sticking with you to the afterlife. And maybe teasing you. That was optional.

Can you guys feel her lurking I can feel her. I’m scared. @sahrii

⍣ ೋ time after time

˚ · . hinata x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ heartbreak, loosing feelings, one-sided relationship/love, low self esteem/body issues, dubious ending, takes place after the timeskip and towards the end of the manga

࣪𓏲ּ i was listening to curl up & die by matt maltese + time after time by cyndi lauper when writing this

watchin' through windows you're wondering if i'm okay secrets stolen from deep inside the drum beats out of time.

8 years, 11 months, and 7 days.

it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days since you accepted the nervous love confession from a short ginger boy back in your second year of highschool.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, have passed since then. you still can't wrap your head around it, around how much time has passed since then.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, with this short ginger boy. only, he's not much of a short boy anymore, rather he's grown within the passed time, still not too tall, but he's surely earned his title of a man. spending his years doing hard work and exercise has rewarded him with a well-sculpted body, you can't say the same for you.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, filled with exploration, experience, and love with this ginger boy. you had practically grown with him into adulthood; the two of you attached to the hip and spending every second together.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, where the two of you shared many firsts with one another. first date, first boyfriend/girlfriend, first kiss, and first sexual experience. you always look back at those memories with a twinge of redness on your cheeks, cringing cheekily at the way the two of you would be so awkward.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, of constant questions and slandering on the bond of your relationship with him. you always defended him, and he did so in return. you always brushed of those pesky little, "don't you two get sick of each other?" questions with a smile, watching from afar as you sat alone on a bench while he practiced yet again for volleyball.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, full of little moments here and there where the two of you would talk about your future, making silly promises and declarations of love to each other. "i wanna be a pro-volleyball player and want you to be there while i am!"

yes, it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days. your precious hinata shouyo is on one of the best volleyball teams in brazil, and you are there for him while he practices once more. he dragged you out to the nearest beach at 5am, babbling on about how pretty the sunrise looks, and that he wants you to watch him practice.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days full of watching what seems to be the same scene over and over, where shouyo practices volleyball and looks over at you with a proud smile when he manages to do a good jump. of course, you praise him for his skills, you adore him for it, to be so passionate about his dream.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days of worshipping the ground he walked on. you had nothing but stars and hearts in your eyes for him, wanting nothing more than to attend all of his big events by his side. of course, he worshipped you just as much as you did for him, never failing to kiss the back of your hand for being so supportive of him.

and, it's been, 8 years, 11 months and 7 days. durning those long years, there was a time, when you had nobody but shouyo, there was a time, when you would kill all your friends for him. you're nothing but appreciative of him for being there for you during those times.

but — it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days.

your eyes are crinkled up into narrow crescents, but you're not smiling anymore when he makes a good jump. you're sitting alone once more, a little way away from the net, legs pressed up against your chest.

you can't help the fine line your lips make subconsciously, eyebrows slightly furrowed, arms wrapped around your knees defensively despite wearing shouyo's jacket. he said the sunrise would be pretty, but it seems a little too blue and gloom, dark clouds blocking the rising sun.

he looks over at you, yelling out your name after he does what you would usually consider an impressive move, expecting the best reward that is to him — your praise. but you don't.

but.. it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days since then, so why are you now feeling nothing, after all these years?

after 8 years, 11 months and 7 days, looking at the way he's looking at you with that warm look in his eyes, is now stinging. after 8 years, 11 months and 7 days, he's the only one for you.

"y/n?" he calls out. his volleyball long forgotten on the soft sand, standing cautiously in place, lips pouting at your silence. but you're not listening, too wrapped up at the fact that is inevitable.

the sand crunches under his bare feet when he's walking towards you, a ginger eyebrow lifting in concern. "are you alright? are you sleepy? cold?" he questions, leaning down and laying a warm hand against the side of your cheek.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, and his touch is no longer sending goosebumps down your spine.

but he's the only one for you?

he blinks at you a couple of times when you've still yet to respond. "..let's go home, it's cold isn't it?" he mumbles softly, his hand taking yours, feeling a little relieved when you are finally responding to him, albeit you're still not talking and more or less just following him back home.

he talks to you on the way home, his arm wrapped snuggly around your shoulder as he asks you various questions on what you want to do for the upcoming 9th anniversary of your relationship with him.

8 years, and 11 months and 7 days — for the first time, you're not sure if you want to do anything with him for that day. but for the sake of his feelings, you nod along to his ideas after you lack any suggestions of your own. his body jumps up and down at the excitement, his arm never leaving your shoulder.

"wow! 9 years with you~," he happily says, leaning down to practically inhale the side of your cheek and kissing it lovingly.

after 8 years, 11 months and 7 days, you don't know if the two of you will make it to the 9th.

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𝗛𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗠𝗘 *+:｡.｡

summary. jjk men falling for single moms. | wc. 2k+

cw/ tw. fem!reader, parenthood, oc, domestic fluff, mild amount of angst, friends to lovers, co-parenting, pining, slight suggestiveness with nanami's, pet names (ex. dove, sweetheart)

featuring. gojo, yuuji, sukuna, nanami

an. I'm really telling on myself rn, but I've been binging ghibli movies so I'm feeling soft, okay? also, this is a minstrel of what this fic used to be, but I rewrote it and it's basically a whole new thing and I never thought I'd put the words 'fluff' and 'sukuna' in the same post lmao, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 ༊*·˚

Being a single mom has its ups and downs, especially when it comes to dating. You can easily recount the times you sat across from a date who looked like they ate something sour after the mention of your daughter, how they paused, spine going stiff—never keen on the type of baggage that comes in small packages.

So it’s only natural to expect the same with Gojo when you tell him on the first date in the back of a coffee shop, wincing internally with a tight grip around your cup. You wait for the awkward laugh, the promise to call you later, even though they never do. 

But then he surprises you.

He smiles—that same one that filled your belly with butterflies the first time you ran into him in the elevator at work—gaze unexpectedly soft, and answers, “What’s her name?”

You take a sip of your coffee to distract yourself from that fluttery feeling in your chest. “Mai.”

Your heartbeat doesn’t slow for hours after that date; you admit you hadn’t expected him to take it in full stride.

Almost two years later, sometimes you still can’t believe it—how he fits so effortlessly in your life, that he’s shown you time and time again that he has no problem treating your daughter like his own.

He calls her princess; treats her like one, too. One day, you walk into the living room to find Mai putting clips in Satoru's hair and unicorn stickers on his face, letting her ramble about her day at daycare (because the afternoon reading circle is apparently very eventful for a bunch of four-year-olds).

On the days that he’s off work, you have to keep the fridge stocked with food, or else they’ll eat nothing but sweets all day. And when he does cook, he'll have a chair pushed up to the counter for Mai to see and help—though your kitchen is often left a total mess afterward.

It’s after dinner, Mai tucked into bed, his arms tucked around your waist while you scrub a pot, a thumb tracing your abdomen—sweetheart, what if we had another?—and you let yourself think about it. Can’t help it.

This time you won’t be alone in a delivery room, Satoru’s large hands comfortingly wrapped around yours before holding his newborn for the first time, one with Satoru’s smile and maybe your eyes. Another set of small feet running down the hall for cuddles in the morning… 

You reach down and cup his hand, despite it being covered in sudsy dishwater, though he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think…I think I’d like that.”

𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗝𝗜 ༊*·˚

He’s always been your best friend: since the day you fell off the swingset when you were six and after you found out you were pregnant and never heard anything back from the father. 

It's possibly the best and worst thing that could have happened to you. 

The best because he’s there for you until the twins come screaming into the world; it’s no surprise they’re just as drawn to his sunny personality as everyone else. Yuuji becomes a shadow at your side in the weeks after, becoming somewhat of a quasi-parent even though you never asked him to, which is why it’s the worst.

Those easy smiles are slowly replaced by the feeling of your heart trembling in your chest whenever you catch him hastily tripping up the stairs to the nursery to wake the twins from their nap. Or when he takes the three of you to the park for a picnic and spends the entire time staring at one of the sleeping little boys on your chest as if they’re doing cartwheels.

You try not to think about it too much unless you want to risk losing Yuuji, to crumble whatever solid foundation your friendship sits on. Plus, why would he want to settle with a single mom anyway?

You’ve seen the girls he’s dated, and none of them walk out of the house wearing a sweater covered in baby food stains, pretty, willowy girls who put a little more effort into their appearance than you have in months. 

And the sadder, more obvious answer is that there’s no way he feels the same about you—sweet, whole-hearted Yuuji who’s friendly to strangers and always willing to help wherever he’s needed. 

You’re not the exception.

There’s some truth to that, which rapidly disintegrates as the months go on. You can no longer ignore how Yuuji lights up whenever someone accidentally mistakes him for the twin’s father or mention how cute your family is.

It’s easy to imagine until you’re so wrapped up in thoughts that make you bite back a smile—of coming home to Yuuji napping with the twins on the couch, quiet evenings snuggled up under soft blankets on the couch, kissing him when he leaves for work in the morning—that you nearly miss what he says to the sweet old man who’s been giving Yuuji unsolicited parenting advice, “Maybe she’ll actually say yes when I ask her to marry me someday.”

He’s not looking at you when he says it, but you see how his smile reaches his eyes (soft as if he’s inserted himself into the same future you thought of), and for a moment, you allow yourself to hope.

𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔 ༊*·˚

He’s never been the type to want kids of his own, and yet he couldn’t turn a blind eye when you call him nearly two months since that night at his brother’s birthday party—hazily remembering you telling him you’re one of Yuuj’s friends before he took you back to his place—to tell him you’re pregnant.

“You don’t have to be there. I just thought you should know,” you say wetly.

“Jesus—” he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. He doesn’t think the employee breakroom at the gym is the right place to have this conversation. “Listen, don’t cry. I’ll be there, alright?”

Sukuna at least thought he’d actually be with the person he has a kid with. Over the next four years, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

There’s a lot that’s undesirable about the situation, like the fact that every time he leaves his room, he always ends up stepping on Legos because you insist on buying Hana more and leave them at his place, or that he can't eat anything these days without a small hand reaching out for his food.

But the one thing that really makes his blood curdle is whenever he has Hana for the weekend, and she rambles through a mouthful of mac n’ cheese about how you and Yuuji took her to the park, with more stories about Yuuji this and Yuuji that.

He should be grateful his brother is such a doting uncle, yet he grinds his teeth the longer his daughter prattles on.

Out of everything, this is the one thing he chooses to find an issue with: high-school sweetheart Yuuji, pictures of him found in frames all over your house; helpful and supportive, perfectly polite, always-nice-to-be-around-Yuuji who everyone gravitated towards, even you, it seems.  

He tells himself it’ll go away eventually, that strange pit of jealousy festering in his chest like an open wound. It doesn’t.

Sukuna spends so much time thinking about it that he’s thoroughly annoyed by the time you stop by to pick up Hana for the week. 

“Did you guys have a nice weekend? You seem…” Of course, you’d pick up on his shitty mood. “Upset.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, hoping you’ll leave it alone.

You don’t.

“Listen, if this is about Friday, I told you Yuuji’s okay dropping her off.”

“I bet he is,” Sukuna sneers, shoving the last of Hana’s Legos into her bag.

You huff. “What is your problem?”

“Nothing, but I bet you’ll run back to Yuuji and tell him about it anyway.”

“Are you seriously jealous of your brother?”

He scoffs but doesn’t answer.

“If you want to be with me so badly, just say it.” You put your hands on your hips. “Go on, say it.”

In the end, he breaks first. Wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, he presses his mouth to yours, fingers flexing at your little gasp. When he breaks the kiss, panting a little, he says, “I want to be with you, and I want to raise my fucking kid with you. Happy?”

There’s a scandalized gasp, and he looks down to find Hana standing there with her sandals on the wrong feet, blinking up at him with round eyes. 

“Daddy, that’s a bad word.”

“Listen here, brat—ow.”

𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜 ༊*·˚

The first time he meets you, one of the associates for his company introduces you as his wife—a fresh-eyed college student who’s more concerned about staring at other women at the business function than the beautiful one on his arm—and he kindly shakes your hand, watching you give such devoted attention to a man undeserving of it.

What would it be like to be loved like that?

A few years have gone by when he sees you again, except this time, there’s no ring on your finger, and you’re in the middle of walking into his office for an interview with a little boy balanced on your hip.

“Sorry, my babysitter called in sick, and I couldn’t find a replacement in time—Oh.” It’s in that small moment between closing the door and hauling a diaper bug up your shoulder that you recognize him, too. “I didn’t realize you were the one doing the interview.”

He arches a brow. “No?”

“Sorry…again. I didn’t mean it like that, and I’m usually not this unprepared.” You set the toddler down on the floor and straighten out your skirt, giving him a shy, pretty smile.

Nanami swallows and gestures to the seat in front of his desk. “He can stay.”

While he asks you questions, your son—Haru, he learns—keeps busy with a coloring book that you give him, and before you leave after the interview, he silently proffers Nanami a sheet of paper filled with yellow and green crayon squiggles. 

He tacks it to the corkboard wall next to his desk.

When you start working as his office assistant, he never brings up the topic of your ex-husband. It’s obvious the man doesn’t care about his family, anyway—not when you show up most days looking worn out. 

It starts to burn in his chest, the way your eyes drop sometimes, the little reassuring nod he’ll catch you giving yourself after what must’ve been a rough morning. 

Nanami knows he’s in way over his head when he asks you out for coffee; how he’s surprised you say yes, which leads to more dates until he slowly finds that smile of warm devotion aimed in his direction.

Eventually, your things fill the empty spaces in his home, and the spare room in his house becomes a nursery. His once quiet mornings of reading the paper are now pleasantly disrupted by the smell of pancakes and Haru trying to climb into his lap to read with him. 

The first time Haru asks for Nanami after a nightmare—rubbing his wet eyes while standing near Nanami's side of the bed in his shark pajamas, sans one sock, until Nanami scoops him up and deposits him between you—he winces (because he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s taking something away from you) before he notices the soft smile curling your mouth. 

He can’t pretend to fully understand why you ever agreed to that first date when the odds weren’t terribly in his favor, but he has a long time to learn, and right now, he’s focused on other things.

"Quiet, dove,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “You're going to wake the baby..." 

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# kageyama tobio - private

a/n: not proud of this, because i didn't truly know how to end it. also i've been searching for a job lately and it's so damn hard to find one help T-T i still gotta try though because i want money for figurines and mangas :33

summary: your relationship with kageyama was a secret from the public, but it can't be private forever.

warnings: none really

tobio kageyama never answers his phone while training.

his mind was always set on one thing - volleyball. it's like everything else was secondary to his beloved sport, to his safe space, which he adored and treasured dearly. there was only one thing he loved just as much; but that was kept a secret from the world.

along with being a professional athlete came the fame, and with the fame came lack of privacy, something that kageyama seemed to hate from the very beginning of joining schweiden adlers. he vowed to himself that his private life will never become a topic of public discussion, that he'll control every information that comes out to the media as much as he possibly can.

'they're writing about you.' ushijima's voice echoed through their changing room as he handed the black-haired boy his phone, an internet article opened up on one of the most popular gossip pages. upon seeing the title and content of the article, the look on his face instantly changed - he looked irritated, almost insulted. kageyama's nose scrunched in dissatisfaction as if he's just seen another picture of hinata and oikawa hanging out in brazil.

'ooh, let me see!' hoshiumi snached the phone away, curious eyes following the text on the screen, a small gasp leaving his parted lips every now and then. kageyama was quick to get the phone back with an annoyed huff, suddenly putting his shoes on much quicker than before.

the white-haired man looked like he was about to say something, but he was quickly cut off before he could even let a word out.

'don't even mention it.'

'you have a GIRLFRIEND?!'

the changing room fell silent, the only two men left there besides kageyama standing still, awaiting an answer. but as they noticed the tips of tobio's ears turning into a color similar to a rose and his gaze avoiding their glares, they realized they didn't need one.

they weren't exactly shocked by their discovery - tobio was always a private person, and he didn't really talk about his life much, much preffering conversations about volleyball instead of one's that circled around him.

a notification popped up on his phone, disrupting the silence between the three men.

it was you.

'i'm waiting in front of the changing room like i told you yesterday :33'

'hurry up!'

tobio realized he completely forgot about his promise to you, and as his cheeks flushed pink, he suddenly realized that maybe the whole situation wasn't so bad after all.

'you want to meet my teammates?'

kageyama's stood in your shared room's doorframe, a curious look on his face. 'why the hell would you want to meet these idiots?'

'i want to get to know the people my boyfriend hangs out with.' you mumbled, putting down the book you were currently reading. 'you know, i understand that you want to protect your peace from the outside world, but i don't think you have to hide your entire life from your work friends. they seem trustworthy, for all i know.'

the black-haired man plopped onto the bed right next to you, choosing your arm as a perfect pillow for himself. the room fell silent for a few minutes, but you didn't pressure tobio to answer you right away - from the look on his face you knew he was thinking, rather intensely at that, so there was no point in disrupting his trail of thoughts.

'how am i supposed to break it to them, though?' he asked, a genuinely confused look on his face. 'hey, i've been in a relationship for the last four years and never told you, sorry.'

a giggle left your mouth, your hand softly brushing through your boyfriend's hair, twirling the short strands around your fingers.

'i can just come to meet you up after practice and introduce myself. it'll be less awkward for you that way.'

kageyama hummed in response, as if he was deciding on whether he should go with your idea or not. he knew that your relationship being uncovered was inevitable - that sooner or later, they would find out anyways. so maybe your idea wasn't so bad.

'tommorow?' he mumbled, head leaning into your soft hands, almost as if he was pleading you to play with his hair just a tad bit longer.

'fine by me.'

you stood in one place, patiently awaiting your boyfriend as you scrolled through your phone, invested in a particularly hard game of sudoku. as you heard the door crack open, your eyes quickly shot up, hoping to be met with your boyfriend's tall figure. instead, a way shorter, white-haired man showed up right in front of you, bright eyes scanning your figure from head to toe.

'i know you! you used to be karasuno's manage-'

'give her some space, hoshiumi.' a tall man appeared from behind him, one that you recognized to be ushijima almost immediately. you remembered both of the men from your times in high school, and yet you never truly had a chance to meet them properly - not until now, that is.

as you greeted tobio, who emerged from the changing room shortly after, you weren't even surprised that he opted for a hug instead of a kiss - although an adult already, kageyama was still awkward with any public displays of affection. he preferred to keep those special moments to himself.

'have you seen the article?' he hummed quietly, his eyes glued to your face smiling at your confused look.

'what article?'

although a little dumbfounded by your lack of knowledge of it, kageyama quickly pulled out his phone and handed it to you, the article opened up on the screen.

'oh.' your face went blank as you eyed the words in front of you, suddenly connecting the dots. 'so that's why there's so many reporters and paparazzi in front of the building.

reporters? paparazzi?

'shit.' he mumbled under his breath. 'how many of them?'

'around ten, maybe eleven.' kageyama's smile dropped almost immediately upon hearing the number. you carefully scanned his face, hand going up to gently ruffle his hair. 'we can wait for them to leave if you don't want them to see us. i don't mind.'

he thought for a hot minute, rethinking every possible scenario that could happen, every option available. was he truly ready for his private life to become so... public?

kageyama wasn't exactly sure. you've been together for so long that he knew this relationship would last through anything and everything, but at the same time, he didn't want things to change. he hated changes - they never truly meant anything good, and he would always avoid them as much as possible.

but this change was inevitable.

'it's alright.' he said, breaking the moment of silence. 'it would've happened sooner or later. might as well have this behind us, right?'

'are you sure?' you asked quietly, squeezing his hand as you saw kageyama already heading towards the door. his head quickly turned to face you, giving you a small nod before his hand landed on the handle.

'not entirely.' he admitted, eyes darting away from your gaze. 'but i can do it as long as it's with you.'

'hey, don't forget about us!' hoshiumi's stated, your boyfriend shooting him a deathly glare for interrupting the moment between you two. 'maybe we should all grab some dinner, what do you say? i'm sure you're all hungry.'

'come to think of it,' ushijima barged into the conversation, his usual monotone tone. 'i know a restaurant where the paparazzi won't bother us.'

you exchanged looks with tobio, a barely noticeable smile on your face being enough for him to know that you agree.

'let's do it.' the black-haired man said, solidifying the idea once and for all.

'what if they won't leave us alone?' he could see that your anxious side took over, suddenly stressed out about going outside. kageyama gave you a reassuring look, smiling softly.

'then they'll know how amazing my girlfriend is.'

'oooh, how corny-' hoshiumi mumbled, stopping when he saw kageyama's annoyed glare. 'alright, lovebirds, i'll be quiet.'

'you'd better.' you giggled at your boyfriend's words, his hand once again on the handle. he looked your way, softly smiling down at you. 'ready?'

you looked up, eyes meeting his.

'with you by my side? always.'

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝗞𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗸𝗶

You made his feathers ruffle and spread love through his existence, Keigo was your golden boy. Touya thought you were spoilt even if you were slowly changing his view on the world, one things for sure though —he’d never be under you like Keigo and he’d always be there to bring you back down. Even if he enjoyed watching you make a mess outta bird boy.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + 3 some f/m only + sub/switch Keigo + switch reader + Dom Touya + pegging + praise + cum play + fluff on Keigo’s part + established relationship with Keigo + spice level: high + Keigo restrained +

Posted this before but decided to repost! Has been sitting on my ao3 for awhile.

The agreement was mutual that keeping your relationship with Hawks was under wraps. Truthfully you didn’t want the hassle of it, he was incredibly popular and the commission was also the other issue.

They’d do what they had to if things weren’t working in their favour, not to mention the shitty PR teams would try to start arranging things to their own liking.

In your own words, Hawks life was controlled by them, you weren’t going to allow Keigo’s life to be nor were they going to tell you how to love him.

He finally realised in those words, in that moment he really was totally was in love with you, with every fibre of his being. It was a foreign feeling to start, he knew what admiration felt like, he knew what pride felt like and he certainly knew how lust felt.

But love was a clash of all three, it was a confusing mess to work through sometimes, but learning to love you was something he was all too keen for. His feathers ruffled by themselves when he seen you, the grin eas uncontrollable and his heart fluttered in his ribs sending tingles through his body.

You made him excited and you made him calm.

But this relationship wasn’t anything to do with anyone else, when Hawks came home he was Keigo and he was yours to dote on.

However there was one small problem that you did have with Hawks being allowed to act like a free man and that was his natural flirty personality.

Girls often got the wrong idea, you were perfectly secure in yourself but when you started seeing suggestive posts about Hawks potential love interests… it’s enough to bug even the most secure of relationships.

You’d seen a post about rumours that he was liking an interviewer that kept popping up around him. She was pretty, all done up and giggly around him, typical girl next door kinda vibes but you doubt the innocence was genuine.

Hawks entertained it not realising his kindness and manners could come across as interested to easily pleased girls or fame seeking one’s. The odd photo slipping out where they’d been caught talking in halls alone or she had managed to work her way into somewhere he was.

You weren’t worried about him what so ever, how he looked at her didn’t cause you concern you’d been with him long enough to know he wasn’t Keigo around her. He was Hawks and that persona could play the part for anyone because that’s how he was taught.

But poor little Hawks wasn’t exactly putting a stop to her games when she started to, what you as his girlfriend would consider, overstepping.

So you’d decided to remind him, and he always enjoyed it.

Drool spilled from the gag in his mouth, his hands tied behind his back giving his back a small arch from the mattress.

His eyes were watering and his hips rolling to try encourage his thick cock further down your throat, your index and forefinger running circles around his hole that was clenching. He panted heavily from his nose, swallowing thickly.

His voice was muffled behind the gag but he still managed to whimper when you pushed the tips of your fingers in, thickly covered in lube. His dick flexed in your mouth as you slid your fingers in past the tight ring and he clenched around them.

You released him from your mouth, heavy wet dick slapping on his stomach covered in drool.

“Aw, Kei you that sensitive hmm?”

His chest heaved as gold eyes looked down glassy and focused on you. Your tongue pressed to the base of his cock and slid up to the head, fingers pressing in to the hilt in movement with your tongue. He frowned at you trying to convince you of his stubbornness, six pack clenching as you let more spit drool onto his head of his dick. It flexed again under your tongue, feeling it harden under it made you moan on his dick, cunt clenching around nothing.

“You’re such a good boy Kei~”

Your fingers began pumping into him, tips curling when deep enough to press against that spot that had him babbling behind the gag, hips rising to encourage you to take his dick back in your mouth.

“Hmm, I think you’re warmed up enough~”

You fingers pulled from him and you stood, his eyes widening at the strap on you had harnessed to you. He actually looked a little worried yet that needy look glazed in his eyes? That flexing of his cock as excited anticipation rocked through his body? -He’d handle it, he always did.

You placed your hands either side of his ribs and hovered over him, the strap rubbing against his own dick and you rolled your hips rutting against it.

He released a heavy, breathy sigh through his nose, golden eyes watching you hover over him, tits pressed together sandwiched between your arms, your glassy eyes looking at him so lovingly despite your attitude towards him this evening.

That reassurance from you was silent, but oh so there in your eyes and it made him fucking melt for you.

He trusted you completely and this? Well it was hot. Completely dominating him but loving after him? Ugh.

Fuck he’d never get enough of it, that strap was long though, the bubble of excitement mixed with a little worry was intoxicating.

The sunset from the penthouse windows behind you glowing, your hair falling to frame your face, spit glistening down your chin. Like an angel waiting to do something oh so unholy to him. Despite your loving eyes contradicted that smirk on your glossy plump lips, swollen from kiss him and his cock.

Reaching up you unbuckled the gag letting him spit it out to the side, drool trailing either side of his mouth.

“You can’t be fucking serious kid thats too lon-ngh. Shit slow down will ya?”

You rolled your hips again letting the lubed dildo rub along his cock, stuttering his words as he acted like he wouldn’t be a drooling mess when you started to fuck him.

“Yeah it’s a new one, you’ll manage Kei~ or need me to get you a little more needy?”

You shifted yourself to straddle him, reaching down to grab his dick and run the thick head around your clit, a breathy moan leaving you before pressing it to your entrance.

“M’not-hah- I ain’t gonna break for ya kid so stop trying.”

He actually sounded a little pissed off and you only smirked at him, his little attitude was attractive because he so rarely showed it around you. His attempt of not giving in to you, like he was trying to convince himself that he was still in charge despite this position he foolishly allowed himself to get into.

Sinking yourself down onto him he sucked in breath as he felt his thick head stretching you out, slowly sinking down onto him until you reached half way, you were so wet, warm and pulsing around his cock his eyes almost rolled back into his damn skull.. You were tight as hell without him warming you up, without letting him prep you like he always did because he was thick.

Keigo never able to slide straight in, it’s a good job he was a lot more considerate than Touya being thicker than him. Keigo would start soft to adjust you, where Touya purely fucked rough.

Your pussy was sucking his cock in as your walls clenched around him, he could feel you struggling with the stretch and especially at this position, you were wet it was coating your thighs -you were drooling for him just by sucking his cock and seeing him like this.

It was almost enough of a thought to let himself cum from just the first two inches in you, you had another 5 to go before he was at the hilt and it only stayed thicker.

“Struggling there kid? S’brave of you without any prep.” He slurred out, trying his hardest to keep attitude, his hardest to stay cocky.

he was drooling already, his bottom lip was threatening to tremble. He was trying so hard to keep cocky but failing miserably with his slurring, watching the pink dust across your cheeks and your mouth hang open.

A beautiful mess above him, how the hell was he gonna hold back from cumming just seeing you like this after edging him?

Fuck, fuck, fuck you were so fucking warm around him, Keigo took the opportunity to roll his hips up into you to push into the hilt making your breath hitch, gasping a little as he rolled again the slight pained look on your face at him filling you.

That brief moment of you breaking as his dom and he tried to use it to his advantage to turn the tables in his favour.

“How about you take these cuffs off dove, let me do the work hmm?”

You placed a hand on his stomach to balance yourself, the strap on now laying on his stomach from your hips against his, cock buried in you giving a pleasant yet painful stretch.

Keigo’s eyes widened when you began to bounce his attempt at manipulating you not working. The slick squelching as your pussy sucked him back in with every thrust, he wasn’t gonna last, no fucking way -not like this.

“S-shit, dove-“

He was already overly sensitive from all the teasing, the edging with that tongue and throat of yours working it’s magic. But he wasn’t backing down he knew he had more stamina than you, he just needed to tire you out. He just needed to convince himself he’d out last you, get you to beg him to fuck you cause you struggled to hit that spot like he could.

“Is that -ngh- S’that all you got kid? You’re gonna beg me to help you cum, M’not losing.”

It was difficult to believe him when his voice started confident and trailed off into whimpering and slurring out. The fire in his golden eyes was lit, still looking a little bratty and pissy, but his voice was breaking and breathy.

His arms were going numb behind his back, grabbing the sheets under him as his toes curled against the bed, feet braced against it as he tried to angle himself.

The repetitive wet slapping of his skin hitting yours, that squelching of your pussy drooling and sucking him your moaning above him, looked like a hot mess riding him like that.

That damn strap on taunting him as it slapped against his stomach each time you rose and dropped against him. Shit it was too much, his cock was throbbing in you, flexing as he tried so hard to hold back from blowing his load in you.

“M’respecting the effort -give up, I can feel you clenching around me you’re not gonna cum like this kid, you need me fucking you.”

His weak, breathy taunting fell on deaf ears as you reached down to play with your clit, Keigo’s eyes widened as he realised what you were doing.

Slick covering your hardened bud you ran circles over it with the pad of your finger. The heat soaring through you as you coaxed yourself towards cumming on him.

“D-Dove? C’mon, let me help you.”

That built up came too quickly, Keigo moaned under you as his hips rose to meet yours. He didn’t like that you were on the verge of cumming without his help, he wanted to get you to cum -with him around you should never be doing it yourself… but being used like this by you was making his cock throb weighing out his sulking.

He felt his own release building as he seen you close to yours, his stomach tensing as he tried holding himself back. He wouldn’t last if you came on him, he knows how it feels to have those sloppy walls clench around him as you cum.

“You feel so fucking good Kei- y’gonna help me cum yeah?” You panted above him, your one hand on the bed gripped the sheets beside him.

He nodded under you, those beautiful glassy gold eyes pleading you to let him help you. His stubbornness cracking as you looked at him so doe eyed.

“You gonna let me use you?”

Keigo groaned, god you were so fucking hot, pussy so sloppy as you sucked his cock in again and again. Riding him like such a pro, knowing how to move knowing what he liked because he was your little golden boy. Slick running down his balls and ass from how wet you’d got over this. It sounded so wet, so filthy.

shit he was always damn well giving into you. This is what Touya always belittles him for -spoiling you.

He couldn’t help it, you deserved it and you loved him back just as equally, his heart soared higher than he’d ever flown around you.

He wanted the world to see you beside him, he wanted you on his arm during these stupid meetings.

He wanted to flaunt you to that annoying interviewer than wouldn’t leave him the hell alone, it’s why he allowed the flirting, why he gave some back and made sure he was caught by cameras.

Keigo wasn’t stupid, he acted oblivious to his natural flirtatious personality but it was never an accident, he knew what he was doing. Because he wanted to crack your stubbornness on not going public —he understood why but he hated it, he wanted the world knowing you were together.

But he did have to secretly thank this naïve interviewer, getting fucked like this because she wouldn’t leave the hero alone was almost worth the bother.

“Y-You wanna use me dove?”

Yup, he broke. You won. When he thought about how much he loved you, seen that needy look on your face and your glassy eyes? That crap would always break him, he couldn’t help it, he was a weak, weak man for you.

Touya would be bitching in his ear later about how pathetic he was for you, but fuck it!

You nodded dumbly and he rolled his hips into you, your breath hitching as he dragged the head of his dick against that spot you were trying to find. That he knew so damn well because he’d drank your reactions in so many times it was almost natural for him knowing your body so well. His eyes never missed anything you gave, those keen gold orbs took every memory you gave him so he could replay it.

“Use me then kid, you gonna fuck that dick yeah? Take what’s yours huh?”

That did it, his stubbornness cracking completely as his lovesick heart once again took over.

“Gonna fuck your golden boy right?”

He sounded mean, pushing you to cum with his words as he bucked his hips again to hit that spot that made your vision blur. The rough slap of his hips into you as he buried as deeply as he could get it. Keigo let you dom him, but he knew when he was mean it made those little hearts on your eyes shine.

You braced yourself forward slightly and he started to pound upwards into you, chasing his own release as you clamped down on him, hips pressing to his as you moaned out his name over and over, slurring your love for him. His heart swelling with each moany breath and gasp that hitched in your throat trying to say you loved him.

It was all too much, it was too sloppy too messy. His nerves burning, his toes curling and the emotion in his chest built to a place that made tears glisten in those gorgeous golden eyes.

“M’cummin’ dove, m’hah, fuck yeah that’s it kid. God your pussy is so fucking good! God- godfuckingloveyou.”

He growled his words at the end -desperate and needy almost feral, slapping his hips and his cock sliding in so easily now as your cum drooled down it, coating his own thighs and balls, his sensitive head burning as it glided along your silky walls.

His hips pinned to yours, eyes rolling back with his head as he released, coating your insides.

His high was short lived, you lifted yourself from him, letting both your cum leak out and coat his dick as it slapped wetly against his stomach. He was breathy, panting as he looked down watching the mixed fluid link between you both. His cock suddenly feeling so cold compared to the warmth of being buried in you.

You smirked at him whilst panting, sliding back down the bed until your feet hit the floor. You guided the dildo and gathered the mix of cum dripping down him on the end of the strap on before pressing it against his hole to fuck it into him.

Golden eyes widened as he looked down at what you were about to do, his body betrayed his lying expression of worry -giving away that actually he wanted this, he always did. You knew by his thick cock flexing, still hard, his hole clenched around nothing.

Pressing forwards the tip pushed through the tight ring, your hands placed on his hips to stop him rising from the bed. Your tits squishing together as your arms caged them, hovering over him.

“M’not done with you Kei, thought you got the upper hand there hmm?”

“Ngh- kid it’s too fucking long I can’t take i-“

“You got your safe word Kei?”

“Fuc- kid you’re gonna ruin me-“

“Safe word?” You repeated again, his jaw clenched as he tilted his head back briefly to suck in air, then nodded.

You pushed forward slowly letting it enter him and stretch him out, it wasn’t thick like his own dick, but it was the longest you’d used on him.

Keigo’s head tilted back further, drool leaving his lips as he panted and arched from the bed. Hard cock flexing against his stomach as it slid in so beautifully he almost came from it.

“Fuck, fuck - dove, s’good-“

You cooed praises for him as you eased it in, his legs trembling either side of you as you hit his prostate. You knew by how his breath hitched, his legs tensed and he fell silent.

You looked down and rose an eyebrow.

“You took the whole length Keigo, that must be so deep hmm?”

“Ngh-“ he tried to speak but failed, only managed a dumb nod.

A hand reached up to grab his cock, rubbing the palm over his head he whimpered and rocked his hips.

“N-No, don’t s’too sensitive, I can’t- not my cock-“

“You can Keigo.”

His open mouthed pants became heavier as you pulled the strap on back, the squelch of lube and cum as you gently pushing back in hitting that spot deep within him. Glassy golden eyes looked down to watch you begin to thrust in and out of him, his eyes focused on the slick red dildo disappearing into his ass and your hand wrapped around his cock. Hand setting a pace on his dick, watching his cum coated cock throb in your grip and tears welled in his eyes.

“Fuck kid, there -you’re hitting-hah yeah that’s it.”

Keigo slurred, the tears spilling as he whimpered under you, sheets gripped in his hands borderline ripping as he clung to it for dear life. Your pace picked up and he seen fucking stars, that heat rose in his body so fast that he felt a little panicked.

“I’m gonna - dove I’m gonna cum so fucking hard keep do-ngh-“

“S’it golden boy, cum for me hmm?”

“Y-yeah gonna cum f’you, fuck-me- you’re gonna make me-I’m cummin’”

You watched his eyes roll back into his skull as he came so hard he couldn’t even whimper, any noise lodged in his throat as it rocketed through his body into spasms, it wasn’t anything like when he came from his dick, he felt it through his whole body.

Hips rising from the bed and his toes curling, your hand fucking his cock left him no mercy as his came again through his cock at the same time. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he choked out a mix of words that sounded like his own language.

Cum shot from the slit up to his chest, hitting his own chin as you slowed your thrusting to help ease him down.

His body spasmed in places even when he fell lax against the bed, before he finally whimpered out to you as he felt the dildo shift in him, making his body jolt. He couldn’t take anymore it was too much. His vision was blurred, stars still dotted them.

“N-No more please, dove I can’t, fuck- it’s so fucking deep kid I-“

You panted above him, planting your hands either side his hips and smiled at him.

He was a fucking mess, his hair stuck to his face as sweat dripped down him, cum on his stomach and chest, ribs heaving as he looked at you with glassy, dopey eyes. Sweat beaded on him like jewels, rolling down into his thick neckline mixing into the cum he impressively shot there.

Your lips pressed to his before rubbing your nose against his lovingly. You pulled out from him, hearing the lewd pop and he moaned against your mouth, a heavy sigh left him as he fell completely lax against the bed.

“S’a good job I love ya,” He mumbled, giving you a half assed playful glare, little smile twitching on his lips.

You hummed against his mouth agreeing with him, the peace was short lived though -both eyes turning to the door when a much deeper voice filtered through. The blue eyes glowing against the light of sunset through the window, his eyes were fixed on you like a predator.

“Couldn’t wait for me to get back doll?”

Keigo watched your eyes widen, a smirk twitching at his lips as he seen the worry spread on your face as you frozen above him.

Keigo had noticed the moment you lowered yourself onto his dick to ride him that Touya had walked in, crossing his arms and leaning in the door way watching. He didn’t tell you, deciding giving Touya a show would be a nice little from me to you.

“All that mushy shit just for blondie huh? You realise how fucking lovesick you both look? Tch.”

Rough, cool skin smoothed over your ass, reaching for the buckle on your harness and undoing it, letting it fall to the bed before pushing your knees back onto it with his, making you straddle over Keigo again.

“Unlucky kid, karma came around pretty quick for you today hmm?” Keigo chucked under you, watching as you hovered over him again.

“Hey there Touya,” Popping his blonde head to the side Keigo beamed smiled at him, blue eyes glanced over your shoulder with much less enthusiasm to meet gold, giving the hero a grunt as a reply before focusing back on you.

Keigo would sub to you, the only person who could ever get him like this was you and he enjoyed it. However, Touya was the one who wouldn’t ever submit to you, he kept you in place the way Keigo never could.

He fucked you like he hated you, like you needed sometimes -like the blonde couldn’t commit to because he simply loved you to a point it was nauseating. For the flame user to witness anyway.

Touya just thought you were spoilt, that Keigo spoiled you too much but you very much were the balance in this poly relationship.

The boys had nothing for each other besides their unhealthy amount of need for you. It worked because you were between them, Keigo could get along with anyone but Dabi had a different perspective on the world and people. He tolerated the winged hero for access to you, so he told you guys but deep down you knew he enjoyed this little dynamic. Keigo allowed Touya in, from then his warped view on life and people started to change because of you.

“T-Touya-“

“Where’s the cockiness gone doll? Didn’t save any of it for me?”

He gripped on your hip, his other hand moved and heard him unbuckle his belt behind you.

“Shame, know I love fucking it outta ya,”

Tapping his hard dick against your ass cheek, before guiding it to your pussy and running it from your entrance to clit.

“Guess m’just gonna have to get you all dumb again,” he sighed out, acting like it was a hindrance.

Hand on your hip smoothed up your back to grip your hair and pull it back as he leaned over you, staples digging into your skin and the buckle of his belt.

“S’show bird boy here how you deal with brats, he’s too lovesick with you to do it. Y’already warmed up right doll? So I don’t need to let you adjust.” Touya spoke against your lips, craning your neck back so he he brush them over yours.

“Someone gonna get these cuffs of me?” Keigo deadpanned under you.

“You got yourself into that situation bird brain, deal with it.”

Keigo sighed in annoyance as you whimpered out against Touya’s mouth as his deep groaned answered you back from bullying his dick in. Touya was longer but not as thick as Keigo, hitting you so deeply your eyes would unfocus and cross sometimes.

Keigo pouted under you with a frown watching as Touya handled you in his own way.

Man, maybe he really should stop spoiling you.

©pharix/lonelystarrs 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

I need to write more for Keigo, honestly adore him so much and I love writing him T_T

That’s your dad?!

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Synopsis: Who knew your friends dad was so hot? And so….forward….

Warnings: VERY explicit smut. My mouth was watering as I wrote it. I need this man.

Word Count: 2.5k

Masterlist

“Megs, how come we’ve never seen your dad?”

The conversation went quiet at Nobara’s question as the room directed their attention to Megumi.

“Uh—well, he’s not around much.”

“Around much? He’s never around. And a good thing as well. He’s a douche.” Gojo’s comment earned a slap on the leg from you, making the grown man wince in pain.

“That’s still his dad. Be nice to your students. This is why I’m their favorite.”

“Okay back to the topic at hand, what does your dad look like?” Nobara pushed the topic, dying to know more about Mr. Fushiguro.

“I mean, like me I guess? Except older, covered in muscles and smug.”

“Ha! That’s an understatement.”

“What is, Gojo? That he has a lot of muscles? You jealous or something?” You teased the man, making him lift the side of his blindfold to eye you.

“You’re funny.”

Yuji laughed at his teachers expression, turning to beg to see a picture of Megumi’s dad.

“Well, he’ll be home soon. You guys can see him when he gets here.”

The excitement in the room only grew as time went on. Everyone wanted to see the infamous Toji Fushiguro.

Pretty soon, the students and you and Gojo lowered your voices down to whispers at the sound of heavy footsteps creeping down the hall.

“Meg, why the hell are there so many cars—” the man’s sentence was quickly cut off when he rounded into the room, tall frame bracing himself on the door frame. His tight, black shirt slightly rising above his waistline to display a strip of pale skin.

Your mouth watered.

“Yeah, sorry dad. My friends wanted to come over for a bit.”

His dads eyes scanned the room, meeting yours as a smirk tugged on his lips.

You shifted in your seat, eyes turning downward which drew a chuckle from the man’s lips as he swung his arms down from the doorframe. His large hands clapped together, slinging arms across his chest, causing his muscles to bulge.

“Well, nice to meet you brats. Gojo.”

“Fushiguro.” The man beside you didn’t hide the disdain in his voice. Annoyance dripping in his tone.

“Well, mind introducing me to these kids?”

“Yeah well you know Gojo. That’s Yuji and Nobara. Sitting beside Gojo is Y/N.”

The smirk on his face grew, eyes narrowing as he flicked his gaze back to you, a hand reaching up to rub across his chin.

“Y/N? Don’t think I’ve met this lovely lady. You a teacher?”

“Yep. She’s a newly graduated sorcerer. She’s great.” Gojo cut in.

“Mm, I bet.” Toji’s eyebrow raising at the statement.

The silence that fell over the room made you shift in your seat again.

“Well, I won’t intrude. You kids have fun.” The wink he sent was directed your way before he stalked off.

Your eyes never left his frame as he left. He was the perfect mix of tall, dark and handsome. Danger dripping off him. Something you liked in a man….

“Megumi, that’s your dad???” Nobara whispered through her teeth, swatting at the boys arm.

“Ow.”

“He’s so hot!”

“Ew! He’s Fushiguro’s dad! Don’t say that!” Yuji interjected. “Gojo, you hearing this?”

“I am. My ears are bleeding. Why do you think like this, Kugisaki?”

“Oh come on! Y/N, back me up here!”

You looked at the pleading girl and fought the smile that creeped onto your lips.

“Well, he is an attractive man.”

“See?! Your dad is a total DILF, Megumi.”

“Dilf?”

“Yeah, dad I’d love to fuck. Dilf.”

“Please don’t say that about him ever again.”

“Oh please, I bet even Y/N would fuck him. Wouldn’t you?”

Your eyes widened as you crossed your arms.

“Is that an appropriate question to ask you teacher?”

The girls shoulders dropped as her expression remained frantic. She pointed a finger at you and smiled.

“I know you totally would. I just so happen to know your type!”

Gojo sat up at this, uncrossing his legs to lean into the conversation.

“And that is?”

“Tall, dark, handsome, older…”

“What???” Gojo exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat as he slapped a hand on your leg, earning a slap back from you. “That’s LITERALLY me. Why don’t you date me?”

“You’re….you….” The dumb look on the man’s face made the kids crack up, Yuji falling over in his fit.

“Ha! Gojo Sensei, she told you!” Yuji said through his giggling fit.

“Yeah, well, it’s your loss.”

You rolled your eyes at the man, reaching over to pat his cheek. “Yeah, I’m sure it is. I need to pee, Megs, where’s the bathroom?”

“You can use the one upstairs. Second door on the left.”

You nodded and made your way out of the room, thinking about the man that had just stood in the same doorframe you just walked through.

He was so gorgeous. Long, black hair falling across his facial features. The scar on his lip only accenting his handsome face. The smirk making him look extra good.

You couldn’t get over how….big he was. Sure, Gojo was tall and handsome, but the beefy build of Fushiguro’s dad was just what you liked. Especially when the man wore form fitting tshirts and flaunted how big he was by holding onto the top of doorframes.

Once you stopped your daydreaming, you discovered you had made it to the top of the stairs, but you couldn’t remember where the hell Megumi said the bathroom was.

First door on the right? No, it was the third on the left, right?

You opened the first door you saw, jumping in shock.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!”

Toji stood from his bed where he sat shirtless, same smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh you’re fine. Need help?”

“I-oh yes! I’m looking for the bathroom?”

The man tilted his head as he sized you up, smirking at your nervous expression.

“Second door—”

“On the left! I knew it! I’m terrible with directions.” You replied, cutting him off in the process.

“Yeah, well, you’re more than welcomed to just use mine.

You followed the direction of his pointed finger, walking in the direction of the closed door. You admired the way his muscles flexed from the motion, cheeks burning hot at his shirtless body standing five feet from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Call me Toji. I want all my good friends to call me by name.” His wink made your stomach flip.

“We’re friends?”

“I’d like it if we were.”

You gave him a small smile as you made your way to the bathroom, swiftly closing the door and leaning back against it. A hand flew to your forehead, brushing hair out of your face and moving down to cradle your hunting cheek.

You quickly finished your business, taking a deep breath before unlocking the door, only for it to be met with a broad chest before you.

Toji peered down at you, eyes hooded and clouded over with a mischievous look.

“You’re a very pretty thing.”

“Oh, we’ll thank you.”

Your fingers began to pick at the skin on your thumbs anxiously, wanting to escape this beautiful man. Not that you didn’t mind his presence, he was just very intimidating.

“Of course. Want to stay and chat? Have a little break from the kids?”

“Oh well, I should really be getting back.”

“Hmm, right, I’m sure your boyfriend will be missing a cute little thing like you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the comment, confusion written on your face.

“My….boyfriend?”

“Yeah, Satoru. You two seem close.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head in denial.

“Oh, absolutely not! He’s just a friend. Well, he’s interested, but I’m certainly not. Never.”

The man chuckled, guiding you out of the bathroom and back into his room.

“That’s good news. Makes me feel less guilty for being curious about you.”

You stood in front of him, this tall frame blocking you from the door.

“Curious about me? Why?”

“Well, like I said,” he took a step closer to you, reaching a hand up to twirl a piece of hair around one of his thick fingers and sighed. “You are a very pretty woman.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

The piece of hair was twisted right around his finger, allowing him to deliver a tug to it, causing you to wince.

“Thanks, doll. You’re going to make an old man like me blush if you keep that up.”

His hand drifted from your hair to your neck, brushing the hair away and as gently as possible, he stroked a finger down the expanse of your neck and down your shoulder, stopping at your hand. He took your hand, lacing fingers with his as he took another step towards you to close the distance even further.

“You sure your friends would miss you? Let’s talk for a bit.”

You swallowed the thickness that was building in your throat, trying to relieve some pent up nerves.

This man impossible.

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“And why do you think that, hm?”

“Because I don’t think you are content with just sitting and talking.”

The man began to rub his thumb across your hand. His eyes stared deeply into yours, breath fanning across your face and blowing stray hairs back into place.

“Come on now, I don’t bite. That is, if you don’t want me to.” His hand lifted yours to his eye level, delivering a kiss to your palm, eyes never leaving yours.

“So that must mean you’re well trained?” You said, finally grounding yourself and shaking some of the nerves off. You’re a badass sorcerer, dammit. Why should you cower from him?

Or maybe your desires were starting to get the better of you.

“I don’t know about that. I’m not anyones dog. But, I bet you’d look good on all fours.”

You felt like you were going to explode. The sultry tone I’m his voice mixed with the hooded eyes that eyed you made you melt.

“So, what’s it going to be, Y/N? You staying or going?”

You could hear the giggles from down stairs from your friends. The walls were thin and you knew their suspicion would soon get the better of them if you didn’t come back soon.

But, Toji was standing before you in all his glory, wanting nothing more than to “spend more time with you.”

“What the hell, why not?”

“Perfect.”

He walked you over to the bed, making you sit as he laid down, propped against the headboard as he watched your arms cross in your lap.

“Make yourself comfortable. I told you, I don’t bite.”

You scooted closer to him, brushing shoulders at the closeness and smiled at him, making him sigh.

“So cute, but,” he leaned over, grabbing your hips and moving you so you sat in his lap, chest to bare chest. “This is what I meant. Isn’t this nice?”

You nodded, eyes flittering up to his. “I won’t complain.”

He sighed again, death grip still on your waist as he did.

“I should have visited the school sooner. Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on time with such a pretty girl. Megumi didn’t tell me how beautiful his teacher was.”

His hands shifted your hips, gently pushing you down to feel him beneath his pants.

You let out a sigh, mouth falling open as you felt the hardness beneath his pants.

“Toji….”

“Hm?”

“If you’re going to fuck me, you better do it quick. They are going to start wondering where I am.”

“Well, well. Don’t you have a nice mouth on you? As you wish, doll.”

His hand returned to its position on your neck, hand reaching around to weave into your hair and drag your face to his, both of your lips meeting for the first time. His mouth meshed with yours perfectly, working against each other in a slow, deep motion.

However, that didn’t last long. Once his hands worked their way down, squeezing your arms, then hips, then ass, you let out a gasp. This allowed him to sneak his tongue in, devouring you deeper.

He groaned as your hands found their way to him. One hand pulled his locks at the nape of his neck, the other digging nails into his bicep. His bare chest pressed into yours, pushing you back as his hands made their way down to your thighs and pulled you up.

Your lips parted for a moment as he literally tossed you on the bed, causing you to bounce against the springs and look at the man in shock.

“I’m going to enjoy this.”

His tone was deep and gravely from your kisses. His eyes had darkened, and they never left yours as his large frame crawled on top of yours, slotting himself between your thighs. His groan met yours, allowing you to feel his length that strained against the confines of his pants.

You let out a soft moan, hand coming to your mouth to silence you in fear that your friends would hear you.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tutted you, pulling your hand away from your mouth. “If you can be quiet, I want to hear you. But you better keep your voice down. ‘“Less you want your little friends to hear you.”

His hips rolled into yours again, causing you to slide across the sheets at the force. His strength was amazing and your underwear dampened at the thought of how good his thrusts must be.

He captured your mouth in another kiss, hands working to take your clothes off, kiss only breaking for a moment as he pulled them off.

His eyes raked over your body, taking in every detail.

“Nice. Very nice, doll.”

His hands that caged your body under him were removed, only to find there way onto each side of your waist. They slowly ghosted up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He’s hands reached your breasts, taking them into his large hands and squeezing. Another moan left your lips as he tweaked your nipples, pinching them between his callused fingers.

“You have the perfect pare of tits, you know that?”

You didn’t have the time to even think of an answer because his mouth was back on yours. This time, the pace was ravenous. His mouth was sloppy and overpowering, making you sink into the mattress beneath you. His mouth broke off from yours, kissing it’s way down your neck and chest to your breasts. He took each nipple into his mouth at a time, sucking and twirling his tongue, leaving your breasts shining in the faint light from the lamp.

“Toji, please—”

“Be patient. I know what you want. But you’re going to have to be. Patient.”

His domineering tone made your legs shake slightly. It sounded so good coming from him.

His tongue drug a stripe down from between your breasts, across your stomach and stopped right above your mound. You could see your chest rising and falling in anticipation, so ready for him to touch you already.

“Where do you want me, doll? Here?” He asked as he kissed right below your belly button.

“Here?” A kiss to the top of your right thigh.

You groaned, eyebrows knitting together as you shook your head.

“Or here?” His hands spread your thighs further, head between them as he kisses your inner thigh, inches from where you needed him. You could almost feel yourself leaking down to the bedsheets.

His eyes never left you as he lifted a hand to your naked core, thumb pushing through your folds to ghost over your opening to wet his appendage and slide it to your clit to rub in small circles.

“How about here? You like that?”

“Yes! Yes, Toji. Please I need you to touch me there.” 

“As you wish, doll. You’ve been so patient.”

His thumb continued to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing you to throw your head back. He drew a groan from your lips again when he moved his head down to add his mouth to the mix. His tongue came out to lick a stripe up your entrance, causing you to buck your hips into his face. He welcomed the force, letting out a chuckle that vibrated your pussy.

“Feels good, right?”

You nodded, even though you know he didn’t see it. His fingers switched places with his mouth, moving to make out with your clit as his fingers poked at your entrance. His tongue continued to lick long stripes, drinking every bit of you he could get.

Two fingers slipped in, causing you to whisper his name and buck your hips again. You felt his smile grow as he began to curl those fingers inside you, mouth and tongue never letting up.

Your high approached quickly, making your body feel hot as you reached a hand down to grip his hair.

“Toji, stop, I’m about to—bout to cum.”

He ignored you though, only adding another finger inside and to add more pleasure, pace remaining the same and drawing out a languid moan.

Your breath quickened as you panted, body burning with the need to cum. And your needs were answered when he hummed into your core, rattling you to the bones as your legs shook, squeezing around his head as you came on his fingers.

You didn’t have time to recover though, the man was desperate to be inside you. He pulled out of your hold, licking his fingers clean and wiping the his mouth on the back of his hand like a starved man after a delicious meal.

“Turn.”

His words didn’t quite reach you.

“Huh?”

Your panting chest was soon pressed into the bed as he flipped you, pulling your hips up so you were propped on your knees, back arched and on full display for him.

“Huh, I was right. You do look good on all fours.”

The man chuckled as you teased him, wiggling your hips to show your eagerness to have him inside you.

His hand slapped down on your ass, his chuckle filling the room as you jerked, pussy fluttering at his harsh delivery. His eyelids lowering as he admired the way your body reacted to him.

“You ready?”

As soon as your confirmation left your lips, his tip was pressed to your core, pushing in and pulling back out to rub against the length of your pussy.

“Hm, how about you beg? I want to hear how bad you want me.”

You were about to give him what he wanted when a knock sounded from the door, making your heart drop and eyes widen.

“Hey, Dad, have you seen Y/N? She had to go to the bathroom and hasn’t been back for a while.”

You winced are Megumi’s voice, but more so from how Toji had placed his dick at your entrance again, pushing past your folds slowly. You pushed your face into the sheets, begging whoever was listening to make Megumi leave and for you to keep quiet.

“Yeah, I talked to her. She wasn’t feeling well, she called a ride to take her home.”

He fully pushed in once he finished his sentence, tongue lobbing out at the feeling of your gummy walls fluttering around his length. You bit into your hand at the burning sensation, pain easing as you adjusted to his length. A good thing too, because he wasted no time in pulling out and sheathing himself back into you at a hard, slow pace.

“Oh, okay. She left her phone. Thanks.”

Once the footsteps disappeared down the hall, Toji leaned down over you, chest flush to your back as he pushed all the way into you, heavy balls slapping against your clit.

His breath fanned over your face as he moved your hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek only to lick a stripe across it after.

“That was close, huh? Your student almost caught his dad fucking his teacher.”

You moaned as his hand slid up your scalp, grabbing the roots of your hair and pulling your head back. He began to quicken his pace, deep thrusts fucking into your cervix.

Your walls stretched with each thrust, your slick coating his cock and leaving a ring of white around the base that dripped down to the bedsheets.

“That’s a good girl, you feel so good. You like my cock? Feel good?”

You let out a moan in reply, unable to form proper words as he shoved your head down, leaning forward to pound into you faster, pushing in impossibly deeper.

You felt the heat creep into your core again, traveling into your chest. Your entire body felt like it was on fire as he fucked you.

His left hand squeezed your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts as the other had you by the back of the neck, slightly squeezing as he pressed your head down.

“What a good little thing you are. You’ll have to come over more often.”

Both of you neared your highs, Toji’s thrusts began to become sloppy as he watched the jiggle of your ass every time his hips slapped into yours. He threw his head back as your walls began to squeeze him.

You had never orgasmed as hard as you did just then, his cock pressing deep into you, cumming as his tongue lobbed out, licking his lips as spit rolled off and onto your ass. Yours and his moans mixed well, filling the room with the sounds of pleasure.

Your body collapsed, Toji slipped out as you dropped to the bed. He groaned as the cool hair hit his dick and his eyes wandered down to you to watch the mixture of both his and your cum ooze out of you.

He swiped a finger across you, gathering the mix to suck into his mouth. He moaned as he dipped them down again, gathering more and bringing two fingers up to your mouth.

“Want a taste?”

You gladly took the fingers into your mouth as you tiredly licked them clean, taking them out with a pop. Toji chuckled at this and plopped down beside you.

With that same hand, he grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks together to pucker your lips for him.

“Pretty, pretty girl. You did so good for me. You’re a good little slut.”

With that, he pulled you into a kiss, pulling the sheets over your body. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his chest, content with keeping you for the rest of the night.

As the both of you fell into a deep slumber, you were unaware of the people leaving downstairs.

Gojo was the last to leave, walking with Megumi as the boy showed him out, almost begging the man to hurry up and leave.

However, the two men stopped their conversation as they came to the door, looking down at the pair of shows that sat by the entrance.

“Aren’t those Y/N’s?”

Megumi’s ears burned hot. He knew he should have been more curious to why you left without saying goodbye. Should have been even more suspicious of his dads behavior.

“I’m going to fucking kill my dad.”