Can I Request A Tanaka X All Right 🍑

inked

↳ summary: after two weeks apart, Gojo comes home to a surprise—your love, permanently inked into your skin.

→ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x fem!reader

→ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

→ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: tattoo mentioned. unprotected soft sex. nothing crazy tbh.

→ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k+

Nerves you hadn’t anticipated began to bubble up, weaving their way through your chest and settling just beneath your skin. They were spurred on by the text sitting on your phone:

“10 minutes out. See you soon. I love you.”

Two weeks. Two long weeks without Gojo Satoru, two weeks in a bed that felt impossibly empty without him sprawling across it. Seeing him again after he’d been away was always exciting—but this time, there was an edge of nervousness that made your hands clammy and your mind spiral with doubts you knew weren’t real.

Your fingers hovered over the soft fabric of your shirt, pressing lightly against your ribs where the new addition to your body lay hidden. It had been an idea you’d toyed with for months, one fueled by Shoko’s persistent reassurances that Gojo would love it, that it was exactly the kind of thing he’d appreciate. Her encouragement had been the final push you needed, convincing you to do it while Gojo was away on one of his longer missions.

You’d planned everything down to the smallest detail, keeping it secret for weeks, and now, as the faint hum of his cursed energy swept through the apartment and the sound of his key turning in the door filled the air, you realized the moment was finally here.

Satoru was nothing if not consistent. The moment he stepped through the door, he dropped his bags unceremoniously by the entrance and came looking for you, the one reason he didn’t mind coming back from a mission, the one reason this place felt like home. You felt his presence before you saw him—a ripple of cursed energy that always seemed to announce his arrival—and then his arms were around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

His lips found the side of your neck, brushing a soft kiss against the exposed skin just above the neckline of the sweatshirt you wore. His sweatshirt, really.

“Hey, you,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips as your hand moved to rest over his forearm. It was impossible not to smile when Satoru was involved. “Mission go okay?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, his lips trailing lazily up and down your neck, each touch slow and deliberate. “Missed you.”

Your fingers reached back instinctively, tangling in the soft strands of his hair at the nape of his neck. “Missed you too, Satoru,” you murmured, voice warm and steady. “Always.”

He smiled against your neck, his lips brushing just below your ear before pulling back. His hands slid to your hips, gently tugging you, silently asking for you to turn toward him. You didn’t hesitate, shifting to face him, and the second you did, his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow, steady, and all-consuming, reminding you exactly why every long mission, every restless night without him, every aching moment spent apart, was worth it.

It was worth it because Gojo loved you. He loved you in a way you once thought was impossible for someone like him, someone so untouchable, so larger than life. He loved you in a way you never thought possible for yourself, in a way that felt like it had been pulled from a story, something too good to be real.

But it was real. Gojo loved you deeply, with everything he was. He loved you with an intensity that could both quiet the noise of the world and fill it with endless laughter. It seeped into the cracks of your life, filling spaces you hadn’t realized were empty. He loved you loudly, in ways that made your heart race, but also quietly, in the moments when his care spoke louder than words.

Gojo loved with a kind of intensity that could make your head spin, unrelenting and unapologetic. He wasn’t subtle—subtlety wasn’t in his nature. He’d pull you into his arms without warning, spinning you around just to hear you laugh, or press endless kisses to your face while you half-heartedly swatted at him, knowing it would only encourage him.

He’d take every opportunity to be close to you, tangling himself around you on the couch during movie nights, even if it meant he barely watched the screen. Sometimes, he’d lean in far too close while you were in the middle of a task, resting his chin on your shoulder and grinning as he distracted you with some ridiculous joke or a kiss just behind your ear. Satoru loved loudly, with every part of him. It was in the way he intertwined your lives so completely that it was impossible to tell where his affection stopped and your happiness began. He never gave halfway—it was always all or nothing, and with you, it was always all. Being loved by Gojo meant being smothered in warmth, in laughter, in his ever-present need to remind you, in a thousand ways, that you were his whole world.

Gojo’s hands slipped under your sweatshirt, his touch warm and unhurried as his lips captured yours in a kiss that left no space for doubt or hesitation. His fingers brushed against your skin as he pushed the fabric higher, pausing just long enough for you to pull back and let him tug it over your head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

His mouth found your neck again, hot and deliberate, his hands steady as he guided you onto his lap at the edge of the bed, your legs wrapping around him like it was second nature. His fingers ghosted over your skin, tracing up your sides, brushing over your back, and then gliding back down in a rhythm that made your breath catch. His lips moved lower, trailing over your collarbone, leaving gentle nips that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I… did something,” you murmured, your voice soft as your hand combed through his snowy hair. His lips stilled, and he pulled back, blue eyes locking onto yours, curious and patient.

“For me?” he asked, his voice tinged with playful disbelief, though his expression softened as he searched your face. Gojo could wait forever when it came to you—especially when you were perched on his lap, his hands steady on your thighs, your cheeks flushed in a way that made his heart stutter.

You nodded, taking a breath, but instead of standing up or moving away, you shifted slightly, your fingers drifting to your ribs. Gojo’s gaze followed, and his playful smirk faded the moment he saw it—the delicate ink etched into your skin, just beneath your breast.

Gojo shifted forward, his hand hovering hesitantly before his fingertips brushed the delicate addition to your skin. The touch was so light you almost didn’t feel it, but then he did it again, this time with a little more pressure, as if grounding himself in the reality of what he was seeing. His other arm curled securely around your waist, pulling you close as his eyes focused on the small, black script etched into your ribs.

Just two lowercase letters—that was all. A single lowercase g and a single lowercase s. Simple, yet it was so much more than that. It was for him, a tattoo for him, because of your love for him. Or maybe, really, because of his love for you. No one loved you like Gojo Satoru did. It was the kind of love that made you believe it couldn’t have been an accident. You were certain you’d loved him in lifetimes past, and you’d love him again in lifetimes to come, because no one could love like this without practice.

His breath caught, and for once, he was speechless. His hand reached out, tentative and reverent, as his fingertips brushed over the tattoo again, slower this time. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, his wide-eyed wonder making your chest tighten.

“You…” he finally started, his voice soft and unsteady in a way you rarely heard. “You did this… for me?”

You nodded, the movement small and almost hesitant, your eyes searching his face for a reaction. His breath caught again, and his hand, still resting lightly on your waist, tightened just slightly, as if anchoring himself.

Gojo’s gaze dropped back to the tattoo, his fingertips brushing over the ink with a reverence that made your chest ache. He didn’t speak again for a long moment, his wide-eyed wonder making it clear that, for once, the words weren’t coming easily. Instead, he traced the delicate letters over and over, his touch warm and deliberate, like he was trying to etch the memory into himself as deeply as the ink was etched into your skin.

“I love you too,” he said finally, his voice low and uncharacteristically soft.

Too because that’s what this told him so clearly, without a single word spoken. Too because you’d marked yourself with his initials, a permanent reminder that no one else could ever hold your heart, though he’d always known that to be true. Too because no one had ever loved him as effortlessly or as completely as you did, and Gojo was determined to make sure you knew how deeply he cherished the way you loved him.

Gojo’s eyes lingered on the tattoo, his fingers tracing the delicate letters like he was trying to memorize every curve and line. Then, without a word, he leaned in and kissed you, soft and deliberate, pouring all his unspoken gratitude into the connection.

You kissed him back, your hands cradling his face as his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. It wasn’t until your fingertips brushed his cheek that you noticed the dampness there. Slowly, you pulled back, your breath catching at the sight of a tear sliding down his face.

A tender smile tugged at your lips as you brought your thumb to his cheek, brushing the tear away gently. “Baby,” you whispered, the word filled with so much warmth it made his breath hitch.

He let out a soft, shaky laugh, leaning into your touch, his hand still firm on your waist. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice low but steady, full of meaning. “So much.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead before his lips found yours again, this time with more urgency. The kiss was deeper now, his grip on your waist tightening as you shifted in his lap. When your hips rolled against his, a low groan escaped him, muffled against your mouth, his hand pressing you down, encouraging the movement.

Gojo didn’t just love you—he showed you in every touch, every kiss, and every quiet moment. It was overwhelming, consuming, and so uniquely him, leaving no room for doubt that you were his everything.

Gojo’s lips trailed along your jaw, down your neck, and across your collarbone, unhurried and deliberate. He was never one to rush moments like this, savoring every touch, every kiss, every second he could have with you. His mouth moved lower, pressing soft kisses over your chest until he reached the tattoo. His fingers brushed against the ink as his lips hovered over it, and he mumbled something, his voice low and nearly inaudible.

You caught fragments—half-formed “I love you’s” that spilled out like they were too big to stay trapped in his chest. His lips pressed to the tattoo once, then again, and again, as if he was trying to make his love sink deeper into your skin, becoming another part of you.

“I need you, baby,” you murmured, your fingers threading through his soft hair as you gently pulled him back, reminding him that you were still in his lap, ready for more than just his kisses.

His lips curved into a smile against your skin before he looked up, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “I need you too,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

You fumbled with your clothes together, hands reluctant to leave each other’s skin even as you tried to shed the layers between you. When you finally managed, Gojo pulled you back into his lap immediately, his hands finding your hips as though they belonged there. His lips were back on your neck, his fingers gently kneading your skin as he whispered, “I love you,” against your shoulder, over and over, like a mantra.

His hands guided you as you placed yours on his shoulders, lifting yourself just enough to let him align with you. His breath caught as you slowly sank down, your hips meeting his in a motion so deliberate it made his eyes flutter shut. For a moment, he didn’t move, letting himself feel everything—the warmth of your skin, the way you fit so perfectly with him, and the overwhelming love that seemed to buzz in the air between you.

When his eyes opened again, they met yours, pupils blown and lips parted, every ounce of his love for you written across his face. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his hands tightening on your hips, grounding himself in you as you both began to move together.

Gojo’s hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you in a slow, deliberate rhythm on his lap. His touch was strong but teasing, pulling you forward, then pressing you back, encouraging you to move exactly the way he wanted. His mouth was relentless, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses everywhere he could reach.

His lips found yours first, the kiss deep and dizzying, stealing the breath from your lungs before he moved to your neck. His tongue and teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, pulling soft, broken moans from you that he drank up like they were his favorite sound. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction.

He kissed lower, his lips brushing across your collarbones, lingering there in a way that made your head tilt back, your hands tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck. His groan vibrated against your skin, his hands starting to wander, no longer content to stay still.

His fingers skimmed over your thighs, kneading the soft flesh before sliding up your hips, pressing into your skin as if trying to leave a mark. They trailed to the small of your back, where his touch had you gasping and arching into him, then down your arms, brushing over your wrists and tangling with your hands in his hair.

“God, you feel so good,” he whispered, his tone rough and needy as his lips returned to yours, claiming you in another kiss that left no doubt about what he wanted.

All you could feel was him—his touch, his lips, the heat of his body pressed against yours—and all he seemed to want was more of you. The way he whispered your name, the way his hands gripped and slid over your skin, told you he wasn’t going to stop until every inch of you was his tonight.

“I love you, Satoru,” you whispered, your voice catching as his lips brushed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that he undoubtedly felt.

His head dipped lower, his lips trailing over your skin until they found the tattoo that had already become his favorite part of you. He kissed it softly, reverently, like it was a sacred promise made just for him.

You didn’t have to say you loved him again—not in this lifetime. It was there, inked into your skin, a mark that said it all. It was a message for him and him alone, a declaration that your love was as endless as his, something he would carry with him forever.

His hands slid over your body, one brushing against the tattoo as if grounding himself in the reality of it, the other slipping between your bodies. His touch was slow but deliberate, fingers teasing until they coaxed a gasp from your lips. His lips returned to your neck, murmuring soft words about how beautiful you were, how perfect, how much he loved you.

“Satoru,” you moaned, your fingers gripping his shoulders as his movements sent you spiraling. You felt the tension building in his body, the way he was unraveling with you, and the realization only heightened your own release. His name tumbled from your lips like a prayer as he whispered yours against your skin, his voice low and breathless, grounding you both in this moment.

When it was over, you collapsed against him, your face pressed into the crook of his neck as you caught your breath. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though he couldn’t bear to let you go.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, his lips brushing against your temple.

“I love you so much, Satoru,” you replied, your voice steady, filled with the weight of your emotions.

“I know,” he said, his tone serious but tender. It wasn’t arrogance—it was certainty. He understood the weight behind the two small letters forever etched into your skin. He knew this wasn’t a fleeting love or the kind you’d given to anyone before him.

Your love was his anchor, a safe harbor he could return to no matter what storms came his way. It was a promise, a forever mark that would hold him together when the world threatened to pull him apart.

And in return, Gojo Satoru loved you in every way he could—with his words, his touch, his whole being—but most of all, he loved the way you loved him.

Twitter links pt2

Toji fushiguro :

He doesn’t mind home wrecking ೀ

This some type of shit he’d do ᧔࿔᧓

He’s lazy ⪩⪨

Into big girls ׂׂׂׂ ♡

Nanami:

He’s an ass man ✧

Lazy after hours ⋆｡

The arms…✩

He want that cookie so bad ⋆*

Megumi fushiguro:

He’s nice with it ✾

After a hard mission ❀

He’s good with his hands 𑁍

He gets passionate ✽

Noritoshi Kamo:

Prepping him ༄

He’s a switch (argue with the wall) ༉

I’m bout to buss જ

He’s desperate ๑

PT2- PERVY JJK MEN FIC RECS // mdni!

toji fushiguro

pervy dilf neighbor - @/tonycries

pervy electrician - @/sugoroo

ex toji - @/screampied

pervy neighbor toji - @/l0v3tast3

dirty little secret - @/madamechrissy (softy and a perv <33)

older bf - @/l0v3tast3

personal trainer - @/nanamincreampie

perv older toji - @/l0v3tast3

nasty habits! - @/kingkonoha (multi)

perv toji - @/nochepsicodelica

kento nanami

pervy professor - @/unintentionalseductress

sundress - @/lxnarphase (multi)

panty stealing - @/nanaslutt

valentine’s day - @/goaskangel

dbf - @/nanamisonholiday

virgin - @/xanaxspritz

you turn me on! - @/classyrbf

panty thief! - @/grimmweepers (multi)

under the desk - @/simplygojo

empty gaze; ruined with lust - @/healedlover

Room 505

Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader , Nanami x Reader

summary : Geto and Gojo were the strongest sorcerers to date in Jujutsu Tech College, you looked up to them and wanted to be just as strong as they were. Lucky for you they were so happy and willing to help you. Under their tutelage you bloomed, but Nanami finds your relationship with them suspicious. A three day mission to exorcise a cursed spirit at a resort, reveals more than Nanami expected.

READ CONTENT WARNING BEFORE READING!

cw : dubcon/noncon , f!reader, Virgin!Nanami , threesome , unprotected sex, coercion, voyeurism, characters are of age ( setting is that Nanami and reader are 19 while Gojo and Geto are 20 in college ) , Gojo and Geto abusing their senpai status , slight degradation, creampie, manipulation, reader calls Geto and Gojo senpai, Nanami catches them and watches, implied squirting, face fucking, slight dumbification

wc: 6.4K

a/n: yes it’s been awhile and I come back with a threesome fic. Thank u for waiting if u waited afsgsjjd thank u for your patience. Hope this doesn’t disappoint huhu just ugh I’m down bad for these three. I suck at writing summaries. Gg. Anywhooo enjoyyyvand don’t forget to reblog and if you like scream and fangirl in my inbox or the comments Huhuhu also will proofread more afshsj don’t mind the errors

M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

“Why don’t you go get us checked in?”

You were gently nudged to the front desk of the little holiday hotel, not objecting to the powerful jujutsu sorcerer and your senpai by a year in Jujutsu Tech College.

“We’ll look around and see if anything is suspicious, kay?” A soothing voice sounded from your left, the white haired male’s best friend patting your head as the two walked off together to check for any signs of the curse assigned to the team. The team being your two seniors, Geto and Gojo, and you and Nanami.

The blond lingered behind you, hands deep in his pockets and eying the lobby with his slanted eyes, paying you no mind as you checked in for them.

Nanami was usually paired with his best friend Yu on missions, and he wasn’t really enthusiastic about being given any as well. With Nanami, you could relax a little, his presence was soothing to you despite how quiet he appeared on the outside but really, once you strike a conversation that piques his interest he is very sociable.

“Nanamin,” you called out sweetly as you skipped to where he was, watching the people that passed by in the hotel’s lobby.

The moment your voice reached his ears, Nanami felt his ears burn and he met your eyes for a second only to keep his gaze away, opting to look at the beach a few metres out of the hotel.

“We should go check into the rooms,” you spoke, hands behind your back and playing with the hotel keys. “I tried to get three rooms since I knew you wouldn’t want to bunk with Gojo senpai but there were only two rooms left.”

“I can manage,” he reassured you, opening his palm for you to place the room key he was to share with the rest. He’ll probably hold onto it too, if Gojo gets it there’s a 98 percent chance he’d lose it and make you get a new one.

You placed the key on his open palm, his heart skipping a beat when your fingers brushed his skin and smiled at him.

He walked three steps behind you, admiring you a little as you walked ahead and waited for the elevator. The four of you hadn’t come here wearing your uniforms to blend in with the people, you had worn something Gojo had shoved into your hands and pushed you into the women’s restroom in the airport. The white summer dress hugged your torso snuggly, accentuating your curves and the skirt flowed daintily and loose around your waist to your calves. Simple and elegant.

The bell boy followed behind the two of you with Gojo, Geto, his and your bags. The young man eyed you up and down before glancing at Nanami, probably wondering about the nature of your relationship with him.

“Couple getaway?” He asked innocently.

“Huh?” You blinked at the question, your realisation settling in a little late, heat creeping up to your cheeks as you stumbled over your words.

Before the doors of the elevators closed, a foot stopped it from closing, making the doors open again.

“Darling, sorry I took so long,” Gojo’s voice sounded, round dark sunglasses set low on his nose bridge, walking in with Geto right behind him.

Gojo wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side and giving the blushing bellboy a wink.

You didn’t say anything, looking down at your feet instead, your face too hot and sweat collecting in your palms. You could feel Geto’s gentle yet piercing gaze on you, watching in amusement as the much taller male dwarfed you, pretending to be your lover.

Nanami looked away in annoyance, worry blooming deep within his chest as he thought about whether Gojo was making you uncomfortable or not. He was always far too close to his liking, crossing boundaries that you found hard to say no to. Geto usually gets his friend under control but sometimes joins in on the teasing as well.

You couldn’t say no. Not with how you idolised them. Looked up to them and took every praise, guidance and word of advice from them like gospel. It was merely because you believed them to be good people, like Yu, you chose to see and believe the good in people.

Nanami was relieved that Geto would never cross the line nor take advantage of you. He would keep Gojo in check.

“You tell me if our room isn’t to your liking, Hm?” Nanami overheard Gojo , who followed you into your room, still playing the role of boyfriend to fool the bellboy till he left.

“I-it’s fine,” you muttered softly, heart racing to be so close to the Gojo Satoru.

You’ve gotten so close with the two when they offered to tutor you and teach you everything they know, to help you control your cursed energy.

“Don’t worry about Satoru, Nanami. He’s just teasing as usual,” Geto brushed off, taking the middle bed out of the three in the room. He laid down on the bed, hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

“Were there any signs of the curse?” Your small voice broke the silence, Gojo strutting into the room and heading straight to the minibar.

“Not yet. Most of the cases happened after the sun had completely gone down. So we have to wait a bit,” Geto informed the team, Nanami absorbing the information to make sure he’d be able to protect you.

“How dangerous is it?” Your brows knitted together with worry, sitting on the edge of Nanami’s bed.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Gojo grinned with confidence, opening a can of soda. “Besides, you're the strongest right here.”

Nanami let out a deep annoyed sigh while Geto rolled his eyes.

“You won’t even need to lift a finger,” Gojo winked at you, sipping his drink, smirking at how you flushed and stared down at your folded hands on your lap. Oh, how your reactions made Gojo giddy.

“Do not underestimate her, Gojo,” Nanami crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m not,” Gojo pouted, sitting in his bed that looked out the balcony and the beach.

Before Gojo could say anything to aggravate Nanami, Geto sat up, offering you a warm charming smile.

“How about you and I go take a walk on the beach? I heard some kids talking about the shaved ice treats there. We still have time to kill anyway.”

Your lashes fluttered, tempted by the sweet treat mentioned. Like a child easily swayed, you nodded excitedly, the white bow tied in your hair bouncing as you nodded.

And just like that you and Geto were off to take a walk on the beach, Gojo pouting when he watched the two of you from the balcony, the gentle summer breeze blowing through your hair as Geto’s hand rested on the small of your back, while you laughed at something he said.

Nanami always had suspicions that Gojo would’ve taken advantage of you when you had asked him to be your mentor but it seemed that Geto has always kept Gojo in check, never letting him be any closer than he was now.

He’d be able to rest easy after the curse was disposed of.

But for now, he watched you laugh and smile with another man who might just be carving his way into your gentle heart that he wanted a place in.

The dead of night came too quickly and the curse was disposed of so easily. Nanami was already tucked in his bed, sighing at another day of fighting curses, wanting sleep to take him so that he wakes to a new day. He wanted to fall asleep before Gojo and Geto got back from partying in the beach bar, to avoid the drunken banter the two would have. He could hear the party faintly from the beach but it wasn’t that troublesome to affect his sleep.

He should check on you though. You didn’t go with them, wanting to stay in your room and take some time off to yourself since it was rare for all of you to be able to just lay back and enjoy life like normal people.

Nanami sat up. He’ll just knock and see if you’re awake, and then he’ll go back to bed. If anything sounds wrong he’ll come in with the spare key Gojo asked for safety reasons.

Pushing his hair back, he slipped out of bed, eyes already adjusted to the dark and made his way to the door.

“I-I still don’t know how this is supplemental to our tutoring” you murmured, crossing your arms over your naked chest, pulling your knees closer to yourself as he stared.

“Well since I offered to be your mentor, I need to get to know the way your body reacts,” he explained so believably you fell for it. He only wanted what’s best for you right? “Plus, it’s fun for me and Suguru. And from all the previous times, you had fun too. Remember?” He flashed you a smile, crawling closer towards you on the bed, his long lanky frame taking up most of the space.

“Come on, don’t hide yourself,” Gojo pouted, sapphire eyes glowing.

You glanced at Geto who sat on the edge of the bed, a cigarette between his lips and gave you a look of ‘Don’t worry too much.’ Hesitating, you slowly let your arms fall to yours sides, fingers curling to grip the sheets, heart pounding in your chest.

“Ah, I missed your tits,” Gojo sighed happily, mouth watering at the sight of your uncovered mounds, nipples hardening from the cold air.

Without a warning his fingers tweaked at your nipple, a shaky breath left you, trying to remain calm and collected. But he pinched and rolled them in a way that sent warmth to your core.

“Senpai…”. Your lips trembled, his face close to your chest, ogling your tits. “N-not too hars—ah!”

The way senpai fell so sweetly from your lips made Gojo shiver and take one of your breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your hardened peak and sucking roughly. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, a weak attempt to keep him away but his other hand was quick to cup and massage your other breast.

“Plus this is a way for you to give us something in return. A little exchange for helping you become a better sorcerer,” Geto mused, white smoke wafting through the air, the smell of tobacco mixing with the fresh scent of cotton.

“You learnt something of value today when I exorcised that curse today right?” Gojo asked, his face now close to yours, your breasts where his mouth had been now glistening with his saliva. He continued to tweak and massage your breasts with his large hands, squeezing just the right amount.

You nodded, biting your lip, your thighs visibly shaking and your breathing uneven. He burrowed his nose in the crook of your neck, licking along the column and pinching your nipples a little harder. You whimpered.

“I-I did.”

“And what do we say when we teach you something new?” Geto drawled with a lilt in his voice, scanning the curvatures of your body and how it was now arching into Gojo’s touch, who was now nipping and kissing along your neck and collarbones, leaving marks.

“T-thank you,” you squeaked out, heat collecting in your core.

This was the only way you could repay them, they said. The only fair way. You didn’t expect that you’d be losing your virginity a couple months back to Gojo and Geto, your body being the thing you paid your gratitude with.But then again, how was this supposed to be supplemental to becoming stronger?

One of Gojo’s hands left your breasts, it trailed downwards, caressing your stomach before tracing the band of your panties.

“Have you touched yourself without me knowing?” He suddenly asked, the question catching you off guard. You tried to squirm away, only to be stopped by the pillows against the headboard. “It’s okay if you did, as long as you were thinking of me.” He winked seductively, fingers skimming your covered pussy.

You shook your head, a trimmed white brow raising with surprise.

“Oh? So you must be extra sensitive then,” he chuckled, pressing onto your clit, making you squeeze his shoulders. He sighed against your neck, rubbing your pussy through the dampening cloth of your panties while Geto watched from the side, still smoking but enjoying the view nonetheless. He’d get his turn.

“You looked so cute in the dress I picked up for you,” Gojo hummed, feeling the throb of your pussy against his fingers that were slowly starting to get wet with your growing arousal. “I bet Nanami thought so too.”

The mention of Nanami had you looking down almost in defeat, embarrassed even. Did Nanami find you cute? He couldn’t. After he finds out what you’d been letting Geto and Gojo do with you…he might ignore you purely out of disgust. You didn’t want that. Your panic manifested into tears, your eyes watery as you wanted it all to stop.

“D-don’t want to do this,” you murmured softly, turning to your side, covering your chest with your arms again and folding your legs into your chest. “It feels wrong.”

You heard Gojo huff in disappointment. His playtime cut short.

But Geto had it all in control.

“What does?” He laid down behind you, pressing close to you, his hand caressing the side of your arm to soothe you.

“This.” Your voice trembled, embarrassed to say your reasons but the tears in your eyes begged to flow freely and soon enough you blurted out, “I always thought I’d be doing things like this with someone…someone I love.”

Your eyes widened when you realised what you had just said, gauging their expressions with panic.

“Love?”

“Don’t tell me…” Gojo’s smirk widened and you covered your face, closing the gaps of your fingers tightly not wanting to see a glimpse of their expressions. It was embarrassing enough as it is to be naked and vulnerable to them but that…

Cold fingertips caressed your thighs and the next thing you knew, you were flipped onto your back with thighs pressed to your chest. Your panty clad pussy exposed to bright sapphire eyes.

“You’re in love with Nanami?” He teased, pink tongue darting out to lick along your slit, the cloth dampening even further as you squirmed in his grasp.

“S-stop,” you tried to push him away but warm strong hands wrapped around your wrists, restraining you so that his best friend could have his way.

“Would you rather Nanami be the one doing all these things to you hm?” Geto rasped in your ear while Gojo pushed the crotch of your panties aside to kiss your clit, your body jolting at the sensation.

“Ah, s-senpai, please st-ah!” His lips latched onto your sensitive nub, tongue flicking furiously against it, electric shocks shooting through your core while a finger prodded at your clenching entrance. “Not there, please don’t.”

“You sure? You’re getting turned on though ,” Gojo quipped, his statement backed up when he dipped two fingers in your clenching hole. “And so wet.“

The moment his digits were hugged by your walls, he didn’t waste time in curling them, fingers that reached deeper than your own would. The lewd squelching sound of him stuffing your cunt filled the room as well as your breathy gasps, all words caught in your throat and all reason melting away.

“S-stop,” you whined, clenching around his fingers that were rubbing your walls so deliciously.

“What’s wrong?” Geto pouted, faux pity in his tone as he settled himself behind you, placing you on his lap spreading your further for Satoru. He pinned both wrists behind your back with one hand, softly humming when your ass rubbed against his stiffening cock. “You were so eager to please us before. You don’t want to disappoint us do you?”

“Ah—n-no,” you admitted, the obscene slurping sounds of Gojo playing with you with his mouth and tongue, starting to feel good. Too good. “But please don’t tell Nanami…d-don’t tell him. Please.” You begged, Gojo’s tongue pushing past your entrance and tasting your insides, the bridge of his nose grinding against your clit.

“He won’t ever know, Princess,” Geto cooed, grabbing your right breast roughly, tweaking your nipple between his fingers. “It’s always been and still will be our little secret.”

The wet appendage bullying its way within your walls, wriggled inside you in an unexplainable way. You couldn’t believe that the Gojo Satoru was between your thighs , licking and slurping away at your cunt as if it was something sweet that he’s craved for so long. It felt dirty for him to be so utterly close to your intimate area and that the same lips and tongue that would kiss you were doing the same down there.

But it felt so good. Every time the bridge of his nose ground against your clit when he slurped and fucked you with his tongue had the heat in your belly grow and spark into flames. Your hips would jut and wriggle, the sensations being too much and not enough at the same time. And it didn’t help that Suguru was kneading and massaging your breast, tweaking your nipples now and then.

“Fuck,” Gojo groaned against your heat. “Missed this sweet pussy.” Then he continued his assault, bringing you closer to the edge.

You whimpered out his name a couple of times, mumbling that it was too much, to slow down but it fell on deaf ears, resulting in the uncontrollable shake of your body as you came.

“You taste so good,” he hummed, holding your hips down and lapping your juices that spilled forth, wetting your pussy even more.

“It’s my turn now, Satoru,” Geto spoke calmly from behind you, running his hands along your sides.

Next thing you knew, Geto’s lips were on yours, sweetly kissing you with such care and passion, no time given to you to gather yourself nor process everything. You’d be lying if the way he handled you didn’t make your heart flutter. His large hands roamed the expanse of your body, caressing beneath your breasts before squeezing them and guiding you on all fours.

The cold air brushed against the exposed slick folds of your pussy, your trembling impossible to control you could only grip the sheets and stare at the way they crumpled, the ache within you burning.

With his thumb, he spread your lips apart, whistling at the sight of your pulsing pink hole before rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds. “Why don’t we try something new this time around, hm?” The mischievous lilt in his voice made you heat up further, clenching around nothing.

“You can take Satoru in your pretty mouth while I fuck you dumb from behind. How does that sound to you sweetheart?” He cooed, his flush tip circling around your clit making you moan. You couldn’t take the teasing. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want this, didn’t want to repeat over and over the secret meetings you three would have. You’ve always looked up to Geto and Gojo, admired them, loved them. But the love you had for Nanami was different. The way he made your heart flutter and warm was different from the searing hot heat that Geto and Gojo provided.

“Geto-senpai …” you had whispered, gripping the sheets, melting bit by bit by his hot cock prodding at your entrance, your walls begging to be stretched, to be filled. “N-need you inside. P-please. I promise to be good.” You panted, the greed within you blinding logic.

“Sweet Angel,”Geto sighed, his grips on your hips tightening as he popped the head of his cock inside of you, a moan of relief leaving your lips. “You’ve always been good for us.”

“Too good,” Gojo added, tilting your head up with his thumb, his usually bright electric blue eyes a dark glowing blue. His thumb swiped your lip while Geto slowly inched his way inside of you, stretching your walls deliciously. You couldn’t fight back the moan that left you as you stared at Gojo’s expressions.

“Best fucking pussy,” Geto groaned from behind, sinking to the hilt, the fullness driving you crazy, your walls and clit tingling from it all.

Gojo swiped your lips once more, this time with the tip of his cock, the slit leaking beads of precum that in your lustful daze, made you lick the pink head to taste him. Gojo swore and threw his head back, letting you swirl your tongue around his tip before you let him slip past your lips.

You moaned around his cock when you felt Geto draw back, only to thrust back in languidly before building up the pace. One that was too fast it had you squeezing him tight, where his cock was brushing against your sweet spot inside you, one that Gojo began to match as he held you by the hair and was fucking into your mouth, then deep in your throat.

“Shit, keep fucking her like that, her throat gets tight when you hit her sweet spot,” Gojo moaned, staring at your pretty bleary eyes, darkened with lust, looking up at him so cutely as you gagged and drilled around his cock. Fuck, you were gonna make him cum so fast if you kept looking at him like that.

“Such a good girl aren’t you?” Geto grunted, driving his hips til it slapped with your ass over and over, his eyes catching glimpses of the creamy ring of white forming at the base of his cock. “You’re so hot baby.” He groaned, fucking your harder you screamed around Gojo’s cock.

They felt so good. It was euphoric. All you could think about was how good they were making you feel, how hot and heavy their cocks were inside you, and how their praises fell so sweetly from their lips.

In the darkness of the small hall by the door, dark eyes watched silently. They watched the way the two men dwarfed your frame, how Geto’s fast thrusts made your breasts bounce til your arousal was leaking down and glistening on your inner thighs, and how Gojo’s balls slammed against your chin as he fucked your pretty face, drool dripping down your chin.

His breath was caught in his throat and he was desperately trying to deny the heat that began to bloom within him at the sight of you getting fucked. Trying to control the hardening of his own cock in his boxers. He was supposed to be filled with fury and thoughts to reprimand his seniors for abusing their power over you but instead he was wondering about how warm your mouth was and how hot and tight your walls would be.

This was wrong, he told himself silently, his eyes on you the entire time. And the sight before him, his two seniors fucking you at the same time was something he didn’t expect to walk in on, he was hoping to see you in your bed, fast asleep. Not on all fours taking two cocks as if you were in heat.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Gojo groaned, hips stilling in one final thrust, his hand tangled in your hair pressing you further down til your nose was pressed on his pelvic bone. You unintentionally clenched your walls as you felt his hot cum spill down your throat, taking all he was giving you. “Good girl.” Gojo praised, grinning as he pulled out, hints of his cum still present on your pink tongue.

Arms trembling, your upper body fell onto the bed, Geto’s grasp on your hips kept your ass up, your body jolting forward from each hard and deep thrust. Your fingers curled against the sheets, moaning at the way his balls slapped against your clit, his name falling in soft chants.

“C-cum…ah—,” you panted against the sheets, broad furrowing as you were getting closer to the edge. “Make me cum, s-so close. Feel so good. I—ah. Please. Please. Please.”

Geto swore at the small pleads, one hand snaking around your waist as he pressed his torso against your back, his hot breath against your ear as his fingers found your clit.

“Fuck, you’re getting so tight around me baby,” Geto moaned in your ear, the silkiness in his voice made you clench around him. “Pretty girl likes to get praised doesn’t she?” He teased, rubbing your sensitive pearl, your moans getting louder and higher, the steady pounding of his cock into your cunt and the pressure on your clit hurling you to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Geto burrowed his face in the crook of your neck, hips increasing in pace. “Take my cum, baby. Fuck.”

“N-no, not inside,” you gasped, the pressure on your clit making your eyes roll back, your protests ceasing almost immediately as your orgasm hits you.

Geto’s hips stuttered as the pressure at the base of his spine released, pulling out and pumping himself till he came all over your back. The hot spurts painted your skin white and he squeezes your ass in appreciation. you were lucky Gojo wasn’t fucking you then, he would’ve cum inside you and Geto wasn’t that cruel, he still cared for you in more ways than one.

Your head was spinning, the tingling sensation that exploded from your core washed over you like waves. The warmth that painted your stomach heated your skin and with heavy lidded eyes you glanced down to see the mess of his cum, panting as you tried to catch your breath.

“My turn!” Gojo chirped like a boy waiting for his turn at a toy. His large hand grabbed your ankle pulling you to the foot of the bed to carry you, back pressed against his chest and his arms hooked beneath your knees, his tip rubbing on your clit making you whine.

“S-senpai , wait,” you breathlessly spoke up, slumped against him, his strong arms supporting your weight. “I just c-ca—ah!”

His cock easily slipped inside you, splitting your walls apart again so quickly after your orgasm, you squeezed him tight. From where Nanami stood, he could see your pussy so clearly in the dim lighting. It glistened with slick and your cute lips were parted to accommodate Gojo’s lengthy cock, the sight made him even harder.

“How does it feel, Princess?” Gojo rasped in your ear, feeling your slick coat his length and drip down his balls.

“G-good. Feels good,” you admitted shamelessly, thighs shaking as he began to thrust up into you. “S’too much, Gojo.”

“Mhm? Make up your mind, baby,” he groaned, eyes closing at the sweet sensation of your soft walls hugging him. “You’re so fucking wet.” He pistons into you, your whines and moans filling the room once more. “I bet Nanami would love to fuck this pretty pussy too.”

A lump formed in the blonds throat, still stood in the shadows of the hall, the room door behind him closed. Why was his name brought up? Did Gojo know he was here? He should’ve known better. He should turn away now before he gets caught and makes you uncomfortable. It was already bad that he had stood there and watched you get fucked by his seniors, and enjoyed hearing your sweet sinful moans.

“You want that don’t you, Princess?” Gojo pressed on, his pace unrelenting, desperate to finish inside you. “Want Nanami to fuck you just as I do and fill your precious womb with cum.”

Nanami’s fingers barely touched the steel knob, pausing on his way out , his curiosity getting the better of him.

You could only whine in response, core clenching tight, the sensation of Gojo’s cock scraping your walls and brushing your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge once more. They made you feel so good, it always felt like a dream.

“You little slut,” Gojo chuckled deeply, feeling your walls clamp around him. “Of course you want that. Why don’t you put on a show for him then, hm? Look.”

Panic surged throughout your body, eyes forcing itself to focus on the surroundings of the room, making out the unmistakable silhouette in the dimmed entryway. Your hands immediately covered your face in embarrassment, body growing hotter and hotter.

He was here. Nanami was seeing you like this.

“N-no,” you whimpered when your back met the bed, exposing your front to Nanami’s dark eyes. How much did he see? How did he get in? What was he thinking? A soft pressure on your throbbing pearl had you crying out. Why did it feel so good even when he was here? Why isn’t he looking away?

“Fuck, I’m cumming. Fuck,” Gojo hissed over and over, bliss seeping through his features and his grip on your hips tightening. “Watch Nanami, see how good she takes it.”

As everything Gojo appeared to be, even his moans, the one he makes especially when he finished, were pretty. He stilled inside you, cock pulsing as he shivered at the rippling pleasure up and down his spine. Warm heat flooded your insides, the sensation of his seed pouring into your womb making you softly moan in bliss, mind disregarding the idea that he actually came inside you. You were against it. You were. But it felt so good. The seeping warmth, the heat of his pearly white skin against yours and his breath fanning your neck as he caught his breath. It was all too good.

“N-na…,” you drawled softly, trying to form the syllables of the blonds name who stood by. Your eyes scanned him over, blinking away the drowsiness that came with the high. His face was flushed pink, lips slightly parted and as your eyes trailed lower, you could see the prominent bulge in his dark navy plaid pyjamas.

Did he want you too?

“Fuck,” Gojo hissed, pulling away, cock slipping out of you and bright blue eyes observing the white the seeped out your abused hole. “Shit, that’s hot.” He grinned proudly, getting a good look. “Suguru, look. This is what you’re missing out on.”

The raven haired stole a glance, admiring the creampie that Satoru just gave you.

“There’s always next time,” Geto reminded him, a smirk working it’s way up his lips as he tilted his head still crying your pink heat. He’ll definitely get his turn. But first…

“You know she can help you with that,” Geto’s voice pierced through Nanami’s trance, who almost drooled at what he just saw.

“W-what?” He cleared his throat, fists clenched on his sides, telling himself to resist.

“That.” Geto tilted his head, gesturing to the blonds hard on.

“I-I’m fi—,”

“Kento…”

‘No. Don’t say my name that way’ , his teeth ground against each other. The call of his name forcing his eyes that had been on the ceiling to you. Gojo laid by your side, caressing your cheek and praising you, while you looked at him. Dainty fingers reached out to him, palm up, beckoning him to come closer.

“W-want you too,” you murmured softly, the shyness in your voice evident to his ears. The chosen words made him blush. This couldn’t be real.

And yet, he took a step forward. Then another…and another.

His body moved on its own before his mind could process what he was doing. He chanted the word ‘Resist’ over and over, even when Gojo placed his hands on his shoulders, making him sit on the edge of the bed, telling him that this was his chance.

Even when you had straddled his lap, your arms draped over his shoulders, your lips brushing his nose, your very being just so treacherously close, was breaking his resolve, tearing it down piece by piece so easily.

Nanami winced when your hand wrapped around his length, aligning it to your heat. There was little to no fight in him left, not when the woman he sought after, admired, fell in love with, was taking initiative in the way he could only dream of.

The way you moaned in his ear when his leaking head popped inside your cunt began in him an addiction he never thought he’d have. He wanted to hear those sounds from you again, he wanted to be the reason for your moans, for your pleasure.

“K-Kento,” you whimpered, sinking lower unto his length. “Ah—you’re inside.” You breathed out shakily, walls tightening around him, a soft grunt leaving Nanami at the sensation.

Slowly, despite your tired body, you rocked your hips up and down his length, the heat and the pressure drawing you into a trance, already lost at the feeling of Nanami filling you up.

“She feels great doesn’t she?” Gojo mused, watching you ride the usually stoic man before you.

Nanami could hear the grin on his senior’s face, no quick retort nor remark could leave him. Not with how your walls enveloped him so tightly. Instead his hands found purchase on your hips, guiding you along his cock. He could feel your arousal leaking from you, along his length and down his balls. It was so easy to thrust into you with the mess of your wetness and the previous man’s cum. It was all so dirty.

“A-ah—feel s’good,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his face to your chest, your body trembling with pleasure.

“Awe, look at our little Princess,” Gojo cooed, watching your cute lewd expressions. “She finally gets the man that she wanted.”

“She looks pretty when she’s fucking like that.” Geto chimed in, lighting a cigarette a he enjoyed the show before him.

“Oi, Nanaminnn. Isn’t this your first time?” The white haired man chortled from behind.

The blond ignored them both. Too lost with the heat of your body against his. Too lost with the squeeze of your velvety walls. Your moans, your gasps, the cute whines of his name on your lips. All of it. It was dizzying.

Gently, Nanami switched your positions. Your back pressed against the bed with him between your legs, and his string hands on either side of your head, pinning you below him as he thrusts into you again at his own pace. Fast and deep, giving you all he’s got.

You cried out at the new position, feeling another orgasm quickly building up in your very sensitive core. But the warmth that enveloped you this time was different. It was like the first morning rays of sun against your skin, comforting and sweet. It was because it was Nanami. As your body rocked from the power of his thrusts, you admired him above you. His blond hair was matte and no longer neatly swept back, bangs falling over his dark eyes, and a pink blush dusted his cheeks, and his lips were glossy and parted slightly as he grunted and panted above you.

Nanami wouldn’t be able to last long. Not with how you were looking at him.

“F-fuck,” he groaned under his breath, pressing his torso against yours and guiding your leg with one hand to wrap around his waist. He was close. And by the way your cunt was tightly sucking him in, you were close to.

“C-cum with me,” you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck, his cock drilling into you relentlessly, fat cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust and brushing your g-spot. “F-fill me up, please. Want you to cum inside me.” You babbled, your words only spurring him on.

“Fuck, she’s so pretty when she begs like that. It’s getting me hard again.” Gojo groaned from the back.

Nanami reached between the two of you, fingers finding your swollen pearl and massaging it in a circular motion, your walls tightening even more around his length.

“Cum for me,” he rasped against your ear. The gruff, deep timbre of his voice made your whole body shiver and melt even further for him.

His thrusts quickened and his fingers continued to rub your clit, your nerve endings becoming more sensitive with each second. You could feel it. The tightening in your stomach, the build up of pressure in your lower belly. Your moans were leaving you without restraint at this point, feeling too utterly good from his cock, til the knot inside you snapped. You came all over him, your sweet release dripping down his muscular thighs and onto the bed, and in a couple of thrusts, his release soon followed, and you basked are the blissful expression on his face.

“I l-love you,” you murmured, against his neck, as he stilled on top of you, cock pumping out his seed into your womb. The warmth welcomed and even making you giggle. You were happy to be connected with Nanami like this. Your heart felt full.

He softly moaned against your ear, your confession making this messed up union, sweeter than it should have been. He could feel you milking his cock, walls pulsating against his length, taking what you could of his cum while the excess leaked out of your abused hole.

“Feels nice to cum inside her huh?” Gojo quipped from the back, cock hard again and hoping for another turn. “Shit, you made me wanna go agai—

“You’ve had your turn dipshit,” Geto grabbed his friend by the ear, dragging him towards the armchair in the corner of the room.

Nanami slowly parted from you, blushing at the sight of your pussy leaking with his cum. He didn’t know what to say. What could he possibly say?

“Are you okay?” He cleared his throat, lying beside you, letting you catch your breath.

You nodded with the sweetest smile on your face.

“You’d be surprised with how much she can take, Nanami,” Geto spoke, the bed dipping in your side as he settled beside you, turning you on your stomach. “The night is far from over. Plus,” he smirked, pushing your puffy lips apart just to get a good view of your cum filled pussy. “I haven’t come inside her yet, and you,” he helped you to your hands and knees, your face perfectly close to Nanami’s cock.

“You haven’t even gotten to try her mouth yet. As you can see….” he lined himself with your cunt, sheathing himself instantly to not let any cum go to waste, only to find your walls greeting him with a gentle squeeze. “She doesn’t disappoint.”

bokuto as an ex who sends you videos of him jacking off and moaning your name as he whimpers for you to come home so he can fuck you just right. “let me do it better than your pathetic boyfriend, we both know i can.”

Kento loves posting couple photos and selfies of the two of you together on Instagram because he wants the whole world to see just how beautiful his dear girl was, he posts them all the time and everyone likes and comments about how adorable the two of you look smiling together, even Gojo teases him about it in the comments.

To everyone you two were this shy, innocent well-put-together couple but what they didn't know was that the sweet darling blond had the hem of your pretty sundress all brunched up on his lap with his cock stuffed soo deep to the hilt inside your warm fluttery walls, where you had huffs of blond pubic hair grazing against your clit soo deliciously that had you grinding against him needily for friction.

In fact about 80% of the selfies you two post together he always has his cock nestled inside of you because he thinks it's such a perfect moment to take a photo with his pretty girl because you look soo perfect and sweet while you're keeping your loving husband's cock, snugged and warm.

He'd be planting soft gentle kisses on your neck trailing up to your ear before whispering "You look so cute right now my love, why don't we take a quick photo yeah?" and then you get all shy telling him just one photo as your cheeks start heating up. His cock twitches against your walls relentlessly as he taps "post" for everyone to see. It's like your dirty little secret that no one else knew but the two of you, They assume that the you two were this innocent and novice couple smiling together happily, not having a single clue what was happening just mere inches below the camera.

𖧹katsuki bakugou x fem reader

𖧹smut; katsuki makes you record him eating you out.

𖧹1.0k

𖧹mdni

“just like that” he says, red eyes glancing at the phone in your hand, the camera pulled up as you zoom in on the way his lips ghost over your cunt. “make sure you hold it still."

he's scheduled for a two week long mission out of the country and he needs something to tie him over.

you try— really try to keep the camera steady, but the first swipe of his tongue through your slick folds has you gasping, your entire body jolting as the camera tilts upward, catching only the crown of his spiky blonde hair. his tongue is hot, firm, and deliberate as it drags from your entrance to your clit, circling it just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

"fuck," you breathe, scrambling to fix the angle. you bring the phone down, focusing on his sharp jaw and the way it moves as he devours you, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck softly. you can barely suppress the moan that builds in your throat, your head pressing back into the pillow as your chest heaves.

katsuki doesn't let up, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nub with maddening precision. the lewd sounds of his mouth- wet, sticky, and unrelenting-are captured perfectly by the microphone, the obscene audio only adding to your growing arousal.

you’re so lost in the pleasure that you forget what you’re supposed to be doing, letting the phone in your hand drop until nothing but darkness can be seen.

his mouth pulls away with an audible pop, and your hazy eyes snap open at the sudden loss of contact. his brow furrows, a sharp growl rumbling from his chest. "don't make me fucking repeat myself," he snaps, his voice gruff and commanding, but the fire in his gaze betrays just how much he's enjoying watching you squirm.

he reaches up, gripping your wrist with his calloused fingers to guide your hand—and the phone— back to where he wants it. "hold it steady, or i'll make you start all over."

you whimper softly at his words, the threat sending a shiver down your spine. his eyes flash with mischief as he watches you struggle to comply, your hand trembling with the effort to keep the camera on him.

"good," he mutters, dipping his head back down between your thighs. "now don't fuck it up again."

his tongue returns to your clit, flicking and swirling and sucking with a precision that has your thighs threatening to clamp tightly around his head. his blonde hair tickles your inner thighs and the phone shakes slightly.

"katsuki," you moan, your voice high-pitched and breathless. he growls in response, his eyes snapping up to meet yours through the lens of the phone. the intensity in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly. you look away.

"look at me," he commands, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. his lips are glistening, his face slick with your arousal as he nips at your inner thigh. "i want you to see this. I want you to remember who makes you fall apart like this when I'm gone."

his possessiveness ignites something inside you, and you nod weakly, barely able to process his words as his tongue returns to its assault. he's ruthless now, his movements faster and more deliberate, his lips and tongue working in tandem to push you closer to the edge. the knot in your stomach tightens, your legs beginning to shake as pleasure consumes you.

he chuckles against your core, the vibrations only adding to the unbearable pleasure. the wet sounds of his mouth working your over are obscene, loud enough to be caught on the recording. you can barely focus on keeping your composure, let alone holding the phone steady.

"you close, baby?" he asks, his voice muffled as he sucks your clit into his mouth. "I can feel you shaking. come on, let it go. let me hear those pretty fucking sounds as you cum on my tongue."

his words are your undoing. your back arches off the bed, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your climax crashes over you. the phone trembles in your hand, your grip faltering as waves of pleasure roll through you. he doesn't stop, his tongue continuing to lap at you, dragging out your orgasm until you're left a trembling, gasping mess.

when he finally pulls away, his lips are curved into a smug grin, face coated in your arousal and he couldn't look happier. "good girl," he praises, his voice low and husky. he takes the phone from your weak grip, tapping the screen to review the footage with a satisfied hum. "this'll keep me entertained while I'm gone."

you collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent, chest heaving as you catch your breath. katsuki sets the phone on the nightstand, crawling up your body until his lips hover over yours. he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, before pulling back just enough to whisper against your mouth.

"don't think we're done yet," he murmurs, his tone dark and teasing. "i've got a whole week to make up for. might as well record me fucking that tight little pussy next."

his words make your breath hitch, and you can't help the shiver that runs through you as he smirks, his hands already roaming your body in preparation for round two.

「JEALOUSY」 | Ushijima Wakatoshi

SUMMARY: You and your boyfriend Ushijima, as well as the rest of the national volleybal team, went to a friend's weeding that was being held at a hotel. You and Ushi decide to book a room for the night so you wouldn't have to drunk drive and be able to enjoy the party, but you had other plans for the night.

WARNINGS: rough sex, oral sex (male!receiving), degradading, edging, bandage play, choking, spanking, masochism, orgasm control, vaginal penetration, breeding.

AO3 | WATTPAD

“You workout?” I ask, putting my hand on his bicep.

“Yeah, you noticed?”

“How could I not? I bet your muscles look amazing under this shirt.” I smirk, gripping my hand a little on him.

“I can show them to you since you’re so interested.”

“I’d love it if you did.”

I take a sip of my drink and look to the side. Ushijima is sitting a few tables away from us, his olive strong eyes fixed on me, analyzing every single move I make. It’s obvious how angry he is, judging from the way his fingers are turning white around the cup he holds, his jaw clenched, exalting his bone. Hoshiumi, Atsumu and Suna, who are sitting beside Ushi, take turns looking at me and him, clearly enjoying the show of jealousy going on.

I put my cup down and get closer to the man next to me, lips slightly brushing against his ear. I side eye my jealous boyfriend and smile innocently.

“Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure!”

I get up and grab his hand, dragging him to the dance floor with me. I receive a bunch of confused and surprised looks from the guys in the volleyball team as I put my hands behind the man's neck and start dancing with him, bodies almost touching. He puts his hands on my hips, and we move in the rhythm of the music that’s playing in the background. Eyes run through my body as I dance, the sexual tension between us could be felt by anyone in this party, even though it’s just an act on my part. I glance at Ushijima and turn around, pressing my back on the guy’s chest and seductively moving my ass against his hips. We stay like that for a while until I feel a firm hand around my arm, pulling me away from the guy.

“Hey, bro! This one is already taken, go find another bitch for you!”

“What the fuck did you just call her?” Ushi hovers over the guy. The difference between their body proportions is astronomic, the man looks like an ant next to my boyfriend. Scared, the guy gulps and quickly walks away,

Without a word, Ushijima grabs my arm again and drags me out of there. I struggle to keep up with him, considering his legs are almost twice as big as mine. I look at the table he was at, the three curious men gossip with each other while staring at me and Ushi with widened eyes. I smile widely at them, proud to achieve my goal. Atsumu's jaw drops, and he mouths ‘you crazy bitch’ as we walk past them.

“Good luck, Y/n!” I hear Suna say.

Ushi’s hand grips firmly around my arm and I know it’s gonna leave a mark on it. He takes us out of the salon and into the elevator, pressing the bottom of the floor our hotel room is. I can still hear the loud music playing, gradually getting lower as we go up. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at me directly. I smirk to myself, at least now I have his attention.

The door opens and he switches his hand from my arm to my lower back, pushing me forward to make me walk ahead of him. We get to our room and he quickly opens the door. I walk in calmly, despite the fact that any and everything can happen to me now that we’re alone. He slams the door closed, the sound could probably be heard from a few floors beside ours.

Suddenly, I feel a hand around my neck and I’m abruptly pinned into the wall.

“Are you crazy?” He asks, his face only a few inches from mine, looking directly at my eyes. His grip on my neck gets harder. I can feel the blood on my face, making it hotter, along with an overwhelming pressure that makes my eyes go to the back of my head for a moment. “What the fuck were you thinking? Embarrassing me in front of my colleagues, my friends. Is that what you wanted? Or you wanted to get dicked down by a random guy? You really think he could fuck you like I do?” He chuckles under his breath. “You’re nothing but a stupid little slut, you should know your place. And I’m gonna make sure you do.”

He takes his hand off of me and walks further in the room, he takes his blazer and throws it to the side, where there’s a little table with two chairs in front of the large window that gives us the view of the large garden behind the hotel. Wakatoshi sits on the edge of the bed and rolls his sleeves up.

“Strip.” He orders, I can still hear the anger in his voice.

I unzip my dress as I walk towards him and let it fall on the ground. I purposely didn’t wear underwear, hoping my plan would lead me to this. He taps on his thigh and I already know what he wants me to do. I lay myself on his lap, face down next to one of his thighs, hips resting on the other, like a little kid who’s getting punished by their parents, kind of what’s going to happen to me right now. Ushi's left hand rests on my ass as the other one goes around my neck, pulling me up a little.

“You thought you would get away with that? Rubbing yourself on the first man you saw? Filthy bitch.” His hand starts caressing my ass a little. “Let me remind you who you belong to.”

With no more words, a powerful sting takes over my ass, making me let out a little scream. I grab a handful of the sheet as I feel a numbness on the spot he just hit. He lets my neck go and I cross my arms under my head to support it. His hand strikes my other cheek, just as hard as the first one, making me clench at the sudden feeling, a stuttered moan taking over the room. I’m used to his spanking, but he usually warns me before doing it so I can prepare myself. I understand he’s doing this to punish me, but he’s actually giving me what I want.

Tears form in my eyes as my skin is violated again, the sting stays longer each time. Wakatoshi’s increasing his strength in every spank, the burn runs from my ass to the rest of my body, making me feel hot. The sounds of his hand on me echoes through the room, along with my screams and moans. Something touches my stomach and I realize he has a boner. I remember clearly when he was hesitant about spanking me when I first proposed it, but as time passed by he started to hit me like he hit his volleyballs. After the fifth hit I lost count of it. I like to keep count so I don’t get high too soon, but tonight isn’t like our usual nights. I can feel the endorphin on my veins, mixed with adrenaline and excitement, making my head full and at the same time empty of any thoughts.

“Ass up.”

I bend my knees a little, making my hips go up in the right height for the last spank. His hand comes down even stronger than all the smacks before, earning a big moan from me. I let myself fall on his thighs again, painting heavily as I feel my ass burning and my body slightly shaking.

“Get up.”

I get out of his lap, struggling to stand up as my flesh stings. It’s going to be hard for me to sit for a while, and he’s not even done with me yet .

He grabs me by the neck and pulls me down, bringing my face close to his. He slams his lips on mine roughly, pushing his tongue inside my mouth mercilessly. His hands travel around my torso hungrily, as if it was the first time he ever touched me. Heat comes out of both our bodies as he explores my mouth, totally exercising his dominance over me, from the way he kisses me I can tell he missed me just as much as I missed him.

“You should open my bag, I brought some things I think you’ll like.” I say, breaking the kiss.

He raises his eyebrow, examining the playful smirk I have on my face. He’s intrigued by what I said but still looks at me with the same anger since he grabbed me downstairs. He gets up and walks to the closet where my handbag is. I sit on the bed, legs crossed as I see him going through it, searching for something that catches his eyes. Suddenly, he stops and scoffs.

“Really, Y/n?” He turns around with the blindfold, vibrator, its controller and rope in his hands. “You brought it for me? Or for the guy you were trying to get with?”

“I’ll let you make your own conclusions.” I smirk.

He looks me in the eyes while getting closer, his stoic eyes show how much he’s done with my bullshit.

“On your knees, hands behind your back.”

His voice sends a shiver down my spine and I obey him. The floor is cold against my legs, a little wave of coldness fights with my heat as I sit on my heels, back tuned to Ushijima. Without wasting time, he starts tying up the rope around me, on my neck, my arms, my torso, around my boobs, my waist, connecting everything on my back. He’s fast but every move is calculated, it’s not the first time he’s done this so he knows exactly how to tie me up. Lastly, he wraps the remaining rope around my wrists, firmly, making it impossible for me to move my arms or my upper body properly.

Ushi sits on the bed in front of me, looking down at me with a subtle smirk on his lips.

“You look pretty when you’re all tied up, but this is a sight only I get to see, understood?”

“Yes, master.”

He cups my cheek with one hand, running his thumb on my bottom lip and pushing it down separating it from my teeth.

“It’s time to put your pretty little mouth to good use.”

He starts unbuckling his pants. I take the time to admire how he looks before me. Even though the first few buttons of his white slim shit are open, the soft fabric is tight around his chest, enhancing his muscles, his arms flex as he works on his belt, the veins on his forearm pop out underneath his skin, his big thighs visibly uncomfortable because of how the pants tighten around them when he sits down.

He pulls the band of his pants down, along with his boxers, letting his erected organ stand in front of my face. With one hand, he grabs my hair so it doesn’t fall on my face, the other takes the base of his dick and positions it on my lips.

I start to kiss his tip softly, looking him in the eyes while tilting my head sideways to deliver open mouth kisses to all his length. His breath gets a little heavier but he tries to hide it, refusing to show any sign of vulnerability to me right now.

“Stop teasing and suck it.” He pulls my hair a little, putting my head up.

I take him in my mouth, slowly sucking his sensitive head before going down. I gag a little as I feel him on the beginning of my throat, I close it a little, wrapping him completely. I stand back struggling a little, I don’t have much stability and I end up gagging every time I go down on him since my hands are tied. He helps me move by pushing hy head on him and pulling back, using my mouth at the pace he wants. Tears start to appear at the corner of my eyes and my throat hurts a little as he hits it. Little groans and deep breaths escape his mouth, I hollow my cheeks and use my tongue as much as I can, making his sweet noises louder. After a few minutes, I feel him twitch a little and look up to him, his head is thrown back and his grip on my hair gets harder. I suck harder on him and he cums on my mouth. The salty warm sticky liquid spread on my tongue and the roof of my mouth, a taste I’m much familiar with. He looks down to me and I proudly swallow his cum, then lick the corner of my lips. His eyes widen a little as he sees me swallowing it, hunger and lust fill his eyes and I know how’s the time he’s going to break me.

He gets up and picks me up from the ground with ease, putting me on the bed, till sitting on my heels. His hand pushes me down on the bed, making me lay on my stomach, and spreads my legs a little. I feel the tip of the vibrator on my entrance, my heart beats faster because of the anxiety and the toy enters me quickly, making my breath hitch. Wakatoshi pulls me by the rope, making me sit in my previous position and turns me around to face him. The satin fabric covers my eyes and my other senses get sharper to compensate for the loss of vision. I feel Wakatoshi’s breath against my neck, my skin gets goosebumps as he brushes his lips on my ear.

“I don’t wanna hear a single sound coming out of your little mouth, understood?” I nodd.

The vibrations start and I swallow a whimper down my throat. I feel myself getting wetter than I already was, goosebumps run over my skin and cold sweat runs down my forehead and back. With a quick press on the controller, Ushi increases the pace and low moans get stuck in my mouth.

My chest goes up and down at a quick pace, the result of the anxiety and excitement going through my veins. My feet hurt from sitting on them too long and my wrists burn under the rope wrapped around them, but if I move it'll be worse for me. I'm pretty sure the metallic taste on my mouth is blood, judging from how hard I'm biting my lips to muffle the sounds of my moans. The vibrator inside of me increases its speed, sending a low whimper to my throat. I can feel Ushijima's eyes on me, almost perfuring my bare back.

A knot starts to form on my stomach and I close my eyes. My feet curve under me from the overwhelming pleasure, I start to slightly shake as I feel my climax close. My breathing gets heavier and tears stain the blindfold, I definitely look like a mess right now, standing by my boyfriend's mercy. A whimper escapes my mouth as a low flow of numbness runs through my body.

Suddenly, the vibrations stop. I come down from my almost-orgasm frustrated, my body shakes and I bite my lips harder to muffle my sounds. I hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to me. My skin dithers in anticipation, urging for his touch. He turns the toy on again, on the lowest setting. The knot on my stomach comes back, the pace is not enough to make me cum, but it’s enough to get me closer to the edge. Cold fingertips brush through my hips going upwards, running along my body but never holding me the way I desire. I feel his breath hitting my neck, the thought of him sends shivers down my spine. His right hand rests firmly on my hip, as the other one wraps itself around my neck, restricting my airflow.

He pulls me in and kisses me. His tongue dominates my mouth completely and I moan into the kiss, letting every sound that was built up inside of me get out. He gets his body close to mine, I notice he’s shirtless as his muscular chest touches my front. I lean into him, melting on his skin as I deepen the kiss. His lips make my orgasm get closer, I squirt around the toy and my kiss gets sloppier. He pulls away from me, leaving me wanting more of him.

The vibrador speeds up and a moan escapes my mouth.

“Ushi...” I whimper.

He holds my neck with more strength, making me gag in the air.

“What part of ‘not a single sound’ do you not understand?”

Suddenly, the vibrator is pulled out of me and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Wakatoshi turns me around and pushes me to the bed, making me lay on my stomach. The sudden and unexpected move makes me gasp a little. Already knowing what’s going on, I spread my knees a little more and get my ass up, arching my back.

He positions his dick on my opening, then puts both hands on hips. He pushes himself inside of me roughly, not giving me time to adjust myself to his length before thrusting again, and again, and again. His pace is quick, he pounds deep on me, hitting my walls with strength. As time passes by, he goes in faster, also pulling my hips to meet his every thrust.

The sound of our skins clapping, my reckless moans and his grunts fill our room, probably echoing through the floor hall and the other rooms as well. It’s impossible to not be loud when you have a man like Ushijima balls deep into you, I bury my face in the mattress as an attempt to get quieter but Ushi grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back. My back hits his chest and he leans down to my ear.

“I want everyone in this fucking hotel to hear how much of a whore you are.”

His pace drops, but his thrusts are deep and tough, hitting my g-spot easily, as if he knew my body like the palm of his hand. Loud moans and gasps escape my mouth almost in sync with them.

“You think he could fuck you like this? Huh?” I can’t respond to him, every hit sends my eyes to the back of my head, making me lose myself gradually under his mercy. “I’m the only one who can make you a mess.”

The knot on my stomach comes back, I start to clench around him, indicating I’m close. He pushes me back to the bed and picks up his speed while pushing my wrists down, arching my back so he can go in even deeper. My eyes get watery, I close them shut, letting the tear fall on my cheeks. I whimper loudly as I squirt hard on Wakatoshi’s cock, trying to contain my orgasm from breaking free.

“Fuck...” He says under his breath.

“Toshi… I’m gonna-” He pulls my hair back, making me look at him.

“Did I say you could cum? Hold it.” He says between his teeth.

He keeps pulling my hair as he bangs me, I feel him twitch inside of me and I know he’s close. My legs start to shake and a numb feeling takes over me. My moans get louder as my orgasm is begging to be realised.

“Ushi, slow- down.” I manage to say.

Somehow he fastens his thrusts, chasing his climax as he makes it incredibly impossible for me to hold mine. His hands grip harshly on my hips and I know it’s going to leave a mark for a few days. I mumble incoherent words mixed with loud sounds, probably the loudest I’ve ever been during sex.

“Maybe if I cum inside you, you and everyone will know who you belong to, right?”

The thought of him cumming inside of me makes me even more aroused. Knowing I’m on the pill, getting pregnant is not my concern, although it wouldn’t be a bad thing and I’m sure both Ushijima and I would be very happy about it.

I clench hard on him, trying not to cum as he violently thrusts on me. His moans get louder and I feel his cock twitching, it only takes him a few more thrusts to cum, filling me up with his warm juice.

The only sound in the room is our hard breaths, we stay still, gasping for air. Wakatoshi slowly pulls out of me, making me whimper at the loss and letting his cum drop through my inner thighs. He grabs the rope tied around me and pulls me up, my back touching on his chest.

“Did you learn your lesson?” He asks as he takes the blindfold off of me.

“Yes, I did.” I say as I nod.

He starts to untie me, my skin burns under the rope and red marks are visible everywhere in my upper body. Once he’s done, I lean fully on his chest and snuggle my face on the crook of his neck.

“I missed you.” I say, delivering little pecks on his skin.

“What do you mean?” His hands find the sides of my body, running up and down, caressing me.

“You’ve been really busy lately. I get it, being captain of the national team isn’t easy and I’m really, really, proud of you.” I turn around fully to face him, and hug his torso. “But I missed you, I missed spending time with you, I missed your attention, your touch, your kisses… your dick .” I say the last part quietly, earning a laugh from him.

“I didn’t mean to neglect you, Y/n. You should’ve told me how you were feeling instead of throwing yourself on a random man to make me jealous.” He hugs me back, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“I know, and I’m sorry. Although you look really hot when you’re mad, so maybe I’m not that sorry.”

“Oh, so that means you would do it again?”

“Maybe.”

His hands travel down to my ass, I breathe in sharply as he grips on it, the soreness from the spanks are still there, and will be there for a while. Ushi leans down to my ear, and gently bites my earlobe.

“I think you didn’t learn your lesson the first time, Y/n.” His raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“Perhaps I need to be punished again, you know, so I can remember who I belong to.” I say, running my hands on his chest.

Swiftly, he pushes me down to bed. Before I can process it, he’s on top of me pressing his lips on mine. His body is pressed on mine, our skins melt on each other, giving me the warmth I was seeking. Differently from our last round, his kiss is more passionate and tender, there’s no anger in it, just his hands asserting dominance on my body. I raise my hand to his hair, scratching his scalp and softly pulling his olive strands. He groans into the kiss and squeezes my inner thigh, earning a small whimper from me. I put my legs around his waist and pull his hips closer, begging to get some friction on my pulsing and aroused cunt.

He grabs his dick and positions it on my opening, but instead of giving me what I want, he teases me, slowly dragging his member along my folds and rubbing on my clit. My breath gets heavier and I swift my hips on him, sloppy trying to get him inside me.

“Baby, please.” I say between kisses.

“Beg.” He pulls away from my lips and choles me again.

“Toshi, please. I want you, I want you inside me, please.”

“Good girl.”

He finally puts his dick inside of me, my nails dig the muscles on his back as we both moan. He slowly picks up the pace, going deeper in every thrust. I throw my head back and arch my back, my body moves back and forth on the bed as he bangs me. His grip on my neck gets harder and he pulls my head down, facing his chest.

“Look at it.” He says under his breath.

I turn my gaze down to where our bodies meet. He speeds up, hitting my walls and my g spot perfectly. I moan recklessly as I watch his dick go in and out of me. He lets go of my neck and puts one of my legs over his shoulder for better access, going deeper than ever before. He grabs the headboard with one hand, increasing his pace surrealistically. I open my mouth to moan but no sound comes out, my eyes are in the back of my head, my mind is blank. The familiar knot on my stomach comes back and I put my hand on his bicep, digging my nails on his flesh.

“You close?” He asks.

I nod, I can’t say anything, not even if I wanted to. Ushi drops his pace, moving extremely slow.

“Toshi!” I yelp.

I can feel every inch of him entering me, torturing my body, who’s threatening to cum at any moment.

“Toshi, please .” My voice cracks a little as I cry. “Faster.” I whimper.

He laughs as he watches my facial expressions, pleasure mixed with frustration. He leans down to kiss my temple and picks up his pace again, bringing my climax closer. I try to hold back my orgasm as long as I can, to enjoy the fullest of him. The bed headboard makes a little cracking noise as it hits the wall, but Ushi keeps thrusting at me with an astronomic speed.

My legs feel like jelly and my whole body relaxes under him. I let my orgasm take over me, a big wave of pleasure travels my body as I cum on his dick, moaning his name. He keeps banging me mercilessly, the overstimulation makes me throw my head back, I mumble something that I don’t know if it’s a moan or a scream, or even both.

Suddenly a huge cracking sound takes over the air just above our heads. I look up to see the headboard broken under Ushi’s hand. My eyes widen and I look to his face. He doesn’t stop or drops his pace, he couldn’t care less about the broken bed.

“Baby-”

“We’ll pay for it later.” He says fastly.

He takes my leg off of his shoulder and drops his body behind me. Both of us are now on our sides, one of his arms is holding my left thigh upwards, the other goes around my waist to keep me in place as he continues to thrust inside of me. I can feel my second orgasm starting to form and from his groans and moans I know he’s close too. He starts to kiss the back of my neck, attacking my soft spots and hungrily sucking them.

My climax breaks free and my whole body trembles. Toshi bites my shoulder as he cums, moaning loudly on my skin. He pulls out and holds me close against his chest, delivering small kisses to the bite on my shoulder. My whole body hurts, the soreness kicks in and I feel sleepy. I turn around to face him, and snuggle myself on his chest. He runs his hand up and down on my back, making it easier for me to fall asleep.

Suddenly, we hear a loud knock on the door. Ushijima gets out of bed and searches for his boxes quickly, before answering the door. I sit up and cover my naked body with the sheets, then curiously look at the room door.

“Hello.” Toshi says, opening the door and using his body to hide me.

“Sir, the guest next door said there was a loud cracking noise coming from your room and I have five other noise complaints from this floor and the one under your room. I came to inspect it.”

“Oh, my apologies.” Ushi says, scratching the back of his neck

“Sir, did you break anything?”

“Um, yes…” Ushi opens the door fully and points to the broken headboard behind me. “We accidentally broke the bed.”

I wave shyly at the hotel worker with an apologetic smile. His eyes go wide as he understands how we broke it.

“I- Uh- Sir-”

“Just put it on the bill, I’ll pay it. Also, could you get us some new bed sheets? Thank you, have a good night.”

Wakatoshi closes the door and leaves the poor worker speechless in the hall. I lay down and let out the laugh I was holding. Toshi goes to the bathroom before coming back to bed and cleaning me up. After he’s done, he grabs a bottle of water from the little fridge and gives it to me.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Yes, just a little tired.” I say after drinking a little bit of water.

He takes the bottle from my hand and places it on the nightstand beside me, then cups my face with both hands and kisses my forehead. I melt under the kiss and smile happily at him. I put my hands on his shoulder and pull him down to lay with me.

“I love you.” He says, placing me on top of him.

“I love you too, Toshi.” I answer, burying my face on the crook of his neck.

Bonus:

I sit down at the armchair in the hotel reception as I wait for Ushi who’s paying the costs. I shift a little on the chair, trying to find a position where my ass doesn’t hurt, but failing perfectly.

“How hard did he go on you?” Atsumu asks, plopping into the seat beside me along with Suna.

“Not hard enough.” I answer with a hoarse voice and Suna laughs hard.

“Bitch, you can’t even speak!” He says between laughs.

“Sakusa was on the floor under yours. He told me it sounded like you guys were breaking everything.” Atsumu says.

“We did break the bed though.” I say under my breath.

“What?!” His eyes go wide and I look to the other side. “You think Ushijima would let me join next time?” He asks after a moment of silence.

Before I can open my mouth, Atsumu’s head is smacked from behind, making him groan in pain. I look up to see my boyfriend with an annoyed face on.

“You’ll run an extra lap on practice monday.” Ushi says, making Suna laugh at the blond. “You too, Suna.”

Wakatoshi grabs my hand and pulls me out of the chair, hugging my waist from behind and kissing my cheek.

“Ready to go, honey?” He asks and I nod.

We say our goodbyes to the two pouty players and make our way outside.

“That bed was really expensive.” He says.

I laugh and intertwine my fingers with his, walking happily, but still struggling, to our car.

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secrets that you keep; iwaizumi hajime 

synopsis; in which his best friend is secretly a camgirl. part 1, part 2 

pairings; iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre; smut

trigger warnings; i highly recommend reading the first two parts before this. they’re only drabbles that introduce everything! anyways, this is absolute filth. don’t read this if any of the stuff mentioned could trigger you, please! masturbation, camgirl stuff, one mention of the word ‘daddy,’ self choking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of choking, accidental breathplay, not proofread unfortunately 

she knows. 

does she? 

it’s an ongoing inner battle he’s been having for weeks now, ever since he’d been directed to that trending video of yours. he sees you in his dreams, hears you loud and clear, moaning and crying for him, and worst of all, he feels you, so perfectly, against his, around him, and it’s overwhelming in the worst way possible. even maintaining eye contact is tiresome at this point. 

but he does wonder whether you know or not, more often than he should— were you deliberately calling out for him, in hopes that he’d find this video somehow? or had you said it because you’d assumed this is your safe place, that there’s no way he’d be able to find these videos? had it been a slip up? or, more accurately, multiple slip ups? what were the chances anyways, that it had been an accident, or unintentional, or intentional and he had been losing sleep over it, or that he wasn’t the hajime you were crying out for? 

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