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saetoru · 2 years

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#TOP OF THE CLASS! — GETO SUGURU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ geto + virgin killing - your TA is nice, and more importantly, handsome. accidentally sending him nudes makes you realise he's also inexperienced

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ pairing ⋮ college TA! geto suguru x student! reader

♱ length ⋮ 5.5k words (she tried okay. she did)

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, college! au, TA! geto, student! reader, med! student shoko, forging of legal documents (shoko forges you a doctor’s note lol), mentions of drinking + being under the influence, unprofessional relationships, explicit photography (taking + accidentally sending nudes), virgin! + inexperienced! geto, semi-public sex (in a campus office), teasing, humiliation, mentions of male masturbation, handjobs, blowjobs, nipple play, fingering, riding, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

♱ notes ⋮ here is the first kinktober post i hope you all enjoy and HAPPY OCTOBER ITS MY FAV SEASON

the first rule of being a college student is having good time management. that should’ve been something you remembered before saving this paper for the last minute—because now you’re beginning to regret overestimating your ability to finish all the research and the required components and hit the word count. and then you have to cite your sources—which is a pain, and the clock isn’t slowing even a little as it ticks away closer and closer to the deadline.

you’re doomed, finished for the semester before you could’ve even fully begun. you’re counting your moments to failure for a class you absolutely need to graduate. this paper is thirty percent of your grade—how could you have been so careless as to leave it so last minute?

“it’s useless,” you moan woefully into your phone, making shoko snort as you hear her continue to type away on her keyboard. it hits you that if shoko of all people is further along her paper than you—the same shoko that cheats on everything—then you’ve really let yourself go. “i’m never going to finish this on time,” you mutter.

“i told you to get started earlier,” she says matter of factly, almost with enough i told you so energy in her voice that you’re two seconds from storming over to her apartment and smashing her laptop to bits. but shoko has a point—even if you refuse to acknowledge it since…well, it’s shoko, after all.

“i’m not on call with you to lecture me,” you grumble, “i’m on call with you to help me find a solution. you think if i offer the TA a blow job, he’ll give me an A?”

shoko snorts, pausing her typing as if she’s actually contemplating the idea. “maybe, honestly. you know he’s our age, and he’s like years ahead of us? probably too busy with school to get any bitches,” she laughs, making you roll your eyes as a smile tugs at your lips no matter how hard you try to fight it.

“you know what, you might be right,” you chuckle. you almost feel bad for joking at his expense—your TA is nice, he’s young and kind and understanding, he takes time to slowly go over things when people have questions, he answers emails politely and quickly no matter how stupid the reason, he and has sensible rules that aren’t too strict. and, if you’re being honest, he’s rather handsome. “i wouldn’t mind giving him a blow job though,” you hum, “he’s cute.”

“gross,” shoko gags, “geto suguru is not cute.”

“he is too,” you argue, furrowing your brows as you huff, “he’s probably one of the few men i’ve seen who make a man bun work. and i know he’s ripped under that sweater, he has to be. i saw him leave the gym the other day, and his arms were huge.”

“he’s probably just trying to get bitches,” shoko snorts, “i bet he’s a virgin.”

“shut up,” you laugh, and for a moment, your mind wanders to your stupidly handsome TA.

you shouldn’t be thinking about him this way—fantasizing about anyone who grades your papers is a line you shouldn't really cross, but you can’t help it. your thoughts turn into what hearing his smooth, deep voice would be like if he moaned into your ear, or what his bangs would look like stuck to his sweaty forehead, or what his abs would look like clenching as he cums, or how breathless he’d sound as he whispers your name—

“wait, i just had an idea,” shoko interrupts your thinking with a gasp, making you shake out of your (very dirty) thoughts as you blink.

you clear your throat, trying your best not to sound flustered as you speak. “i’m scared to ask what the idea is—you’re not really known for having good ones,” you say warily. you can practically see her eyes roll without her being there with you—you’ve been friends with shoko long enough to know her like the back of your hand. and if you know her like you think you do, her idea is about to cause you a lot of stress.

“well, looks like i’m never trying to help you again,” she scoffs, “i could’ve written you a doctor’s note with a few of the copies i managed to snatch—but since you don’t want my help—”

“no, wait! you’re a genius,” you gasp happily, grinning wide as shoko huffs through the phone and mutters something faintly similar to ungrateful under her breath, “i could kiss you on the lips right now.”

“no thank you. you suck,” she hisses. you only giggle, relief flooding through your bones that maybe your grade is saved—and all thanks to having a friend who works in a doctor’s office. you silently send the universe your gratitude for having your best friend pursue a career in the medical field—the perks prove to be quite beneficial, it seems.

“just send me a picture of it and make it seem like i’m too sick to work on the paper, and i’ll tell him i won’t finish in time. a one day extension should be enough.”

“where would you be without me,” she grumbles quietly, “i’ll send it to you in a second. now please let me finish my paper in peace.”

“okay. love you, you’re the best.”

“i hate you.” the line clicks and you giggle, happily celebrating that you most likely have a saved grade and a free night to yourself now that shoko has so kindly offered you a solution. and of course, you’ll take this as a learning curve and appropriately plan to give yourself enough time for the next paper.

it’s not long before your phone dings and shoko’s contact pops up on your screen with, sure enough, a doctor’s note with today’s date and reason for the visit. shoko has even taken the liberty to make you seem contagious—just so you can skip class tomorrow for good measure. beaming, you text a quick thanks bestie <3 in response—too happy to even care that she sends you an emoji flipping you off.

and it doesn’t take you long to craft the email either, making sure to properly address him with a greeting, adding apologies for the inconvenience—and as the icing on the cake, a promise that it won’t ever happen again in the future. you click the photo to upload the doctor’s note, and without even a second thought, you click send.

and then within the split second that the email sends, and you realize just which photo you’ve accidentally clicked, your life flashes before your eyes.

“no,” you mumble, “no no no,” you chant as you quickly open the email you’ve sent, eyes wide and throat dry.

the photo is not the picture of the doctor’s note shoko sent—instead, it’s the picture right under it in your camera roll. the picture that’s not very suitable for sending your TA. the picture of your tits, just barely covering your nipples with your arm. the picture you took through giggles while changing after getting a little tipsy the night before (you’d felt just a tad bit sexy in your makeup.)

you sit in silent shock as you register that you just sent your TA your nudes—and just to make matters worse, he responds almost instantly, making your heart drop as you stare at his emailed reply with a shaky hand holding up your phone.

please meet me in my office tomorrow before class so we can discuss the above email.

suddenly, your worries are a lot more complicated than simply failing a class.

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you barely slept the night before, if at all, to be completely honest with yourself. the worst-case scenario runs through your head the entire time you toss and turn in bed. geto is probably going to report this, and then you’ll get expelled, and then you’ll never make it with a successful career, and then you’ll never be able to show your face to anyone you know again.

your feet are as heavy as lead as they drag along the walk to his room, and you contemplate turning back and never showing up to his office, maybe simply even just refusing to ever return to campus at all. maybe you can move countries and start over somewhere else—maybe you can change your name and make a new life for yourself.

but instead, you take a deep breath and knock on the door, waiting until you hear a soft come in before you enter. geto is seated at the desk, typing away at his laptop before meeting your eyes as you walk in.

“uh…hi,” you start, standing awkwardly by the door.

“hello,” he says, eyeing you slightly before looking back at his screen. if he has any ill feelings about last night, he does a good job of hiding it—you can’t read a single emotion on his face. somehow, that makes things worse. “have a seat,” he gestures at the chair across from him on the other side of the desk, waiting for you to seat yourself nervously in front of him.

you sit down, watching as he opens his mouth to start—but you begin speaking before he can. “look, i know that email was really inappropriate, and i’m really sorry—it was an accident, i swear! i meant to click on the picture above it, and i didn’t realize—”

“i understand,” he cuts you off as he holds a hand up, offering you a kind smile that makes you tilt your head in confusion, “it’s fine.” fine. fine? he’s…just fine with it? he’s just willing to let you off the hook? “i’m not much older than you,” he chuckles, “i’m not foreign to these things. i’m sure you’re active in…that aspect of your life.”

oh god—why you? why of all people did this have to be you? why is the world so hellbent on making your life miserable in every aspect?

you eye the coiled wires of the phone on his desk, and you contemplate strangling yourself with them before he can say something anymore embarrassing. but, you have to admit—this is far better than being told you’ve been reported to the dean for misconduct.

“i’m really sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” you fiddle with your fingers as you avoid his gaze, “i really did mean to send you a doctor’s note. i just didn’t realize i hit the picture under it.”

“like i said, it’s okay,” he reassures. calm. he’s almost too calm about this. too okay with it. almost like…like he didn’t mind at all in the first place.“but i wanted to make sure you’re aware of how fragile photos like that are.”

“huh?” you raise a brow. now, this is not where you expected the conversation to steer. you expected a lecture on how sending an educator your explicit photos is highly unprofessional, that it’s unacceptable and suggests other things—things that are completely against the rules and completely out of question to even consider.

“i mean, photos like those getting into the wrong hands can lead to really bad predicaments,” geto continues, clearing his throat as he closes his laptop and meets your gaze. he looks you dead in the eye as he speaks his next words, “and i wouldn’t want sensitive content of you circulating around campus.”

“right,” you nod slowly, “it’s not like i send them around, or anything. i was just a bit drunk that night, and i was in my room bored, and my makeup was cute so i was feeling good about myself…and…and…yeah…” you trail off.

why are you even explaining this to him in such detail? you silently curse yourself in your head, beating yourself up for running your mouth so much.

“oh, that’s good to know,” he nods, “i’m glad to hear that. no one else has possession of these photos?”

you eye him slowly, “nope,” you confirm. “just you—by accident, of course.”

you’re not sure if you imagine it, or if the situation as a whole is making you overinterpret everything that’s happening—but you’re almost certain you hear his breath hitch a little. he’s no longer looking at you, no longer burning you under his gaze like he was just a minute ago.

“right, by accident,” he repeats. it’s slow, like he’s reminding himself, like he has to speak slowly to process the information. “well, i hope this serves as a lesson for being more careful next time. you don’t want young men to save such pictures of yourself for ulterior motives.”

geto suguru, your teacher’s assistant for intro to literature 1301, seems to be rather invested in your well-being—more than a TA really should be. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s almost disappointed that you sent him a significantly revealing photo of yourself by accident instead of intentionally. and, if you squint just a little, it almost seems like he doesn’t want anyone else to have the pictures. not because he’s concerned for you—but rather, because he wants to be the only one who’s seen them.

your thoughts from last night come flooding back, how he’s probably well built under his shirt, how shoko thinks he’s still a virgin, and especially how he probably looks and sounds when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. and geto suguru might think he has you cornered like a cat would a mouse, but what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been the serpent the whole time, fangs ready to sink into him and devour him whole.

“you know, you seem like you speak from experience,” you can’t help but grin slightly.

now, logically speaking, this is wrong—this is pushing the kindness he so graciously showed you. by now, you should be fighting back tears as you figure out a way to break the news to everyone you know that you’ve had to receive an expulsion for sending your TA nudes. by now, your life should’ve been at an all time low, so you really shouldn’t be testing your luck.

but geto has practically seen your tits, so you’re not really sure there’s any point in acting like an angel around him—and he’s so incredibly hot in that button up shirt of his, sleeves rolled halfway up his arm. plus, the thought of him being your inexperienced TA, one who lets you strip him of his innocence as you slowly taint his purity—it excites you a little more than it really should.

he clears his throat, not meeting your eyes. this time, yours bore into him through a searing gaze that almost makes him shift uncomfortably.

“well, like i said, i am around your age, so i know how men’s minds work when it comes to these things—”

“so then tell me,” you raise a brow, smirking slightly as his jaw clenches, “is it because your mind works the same way?”

“now—”

“did you save my tit pics to your phone?” you ask bluntly. he hides the choked cough through a clearing of his throat—bingo, you think. almost instantly, the room shifts to him being nervous under your gaze as you eye him smugly.

something about sweet, kind, successful geto suguru, young and ambitious with a perfect gpa and a flawless resume, being hot and bothered by your breasts makes you swell with pride—and you think maybe…maybe giving him a blow job might not be such an outlandish thought after all.

maybe he wants it to be a reality just as badly as you do.

“w-what are you implying—”

“did they turn you on?” you interrupt, watching as his cheeks heat up a slight flush of pink, “did you wish i’d moved my arm down so you could get the full view?” he clears his throat, opening his mouth to speak, but you don’t give him the chance. “was that the first nude you’ve ever been sent?”

“i think that’s enough,” he says sternly, but his voice is slightly higher in pitch—which tells you everything you need to know. and you’re enthused. “keep in mind, i could have every intention to notify the dean of these—”

“but suguru,” you pout, rolling his first name off your tongue so sweetly, he can’t help but be hungry for another taste of something so decadent, “if you tattle on me, you’ll never get a chance to actually see my nipples this time,” you giggle, “isn’t that what you want?”

“i—”

“i wonder,” you grin wickedly, “did you act like every other guy our age and jack off to a random girl’s tits?”

you must hit close to home because he lets out a shaky exhale, jaw tight and fists clenched as his knuckles turn pale. he swallows thickly before finally meeting your eyes, face a deep shade of crimson as you grin at him widely.

“i…i’m not…immune to things of that nature,” he finally admits, voice strained as your grin widens. almost instantly, you’re standing up, locking the door behind you and making your way over to his side of the desk without hesitation. the cards have been dealt in your hand, all that’s left is to play them—and you’re pleased to say that the game is heavily leaning in your favor.

“wanna show me?” you ask with a sultry voice, “wanna show me how you fucked your fist last night? i’ll even let you see my nipples this time around,” you murmur as you seat yourself on his lap.

geto scoots his chair back and makes room for you, breathing heavily as his pants strain with the tent already forming in them. his breath hitches when your hand rubs over his erection—and he curses himself for being so pathetic as to let a few words from you let him get riled up like this. but you’re so pretty—always have been.

you sit in class and chew on the top of your pen, making it hard to avert his attention from your mouth. you tilt your head and furrow your brows so cutely when you’re confused, making it hard for him to concentrate on what he’s teaching. you laugh so sweetly out of glee when you do something correctly, and your voice shoots right through his heart—and sometimes, as ashamed as he is to admit it, straight to his dick too.

and he’s well aware of how bad of an idea this is, but this is everything he’s ever dreamt about—right here under the palm of his hands. literally. so he grips your hips tightly, bringing you to rub over him through your own pants. the friction makes him throw his head back, moaning quietly as your clothed cunt drags along his length. you chuckle, palms gliding over his chest through his shirt and feeling the firm muscle under your hands.

“does that feel good?” you ask, making him stifle a whimper as you glide over his nipples through his shirt.

your hands move to unzip his pants—and the best part? he lets you. he sits back and lets you free his aching cock from its confinements, he lets you wrap your fingers around his thick girth and squeeze gently, and he lets you pull the soft, low moans you’ve fantasized of hearing from his lips as you smear his pre cum along his shaft and stroke him slowly.

“f-fuck,” he grunts, hips bucking into your hand, lips tugging between his teeth as he pants harshly with every squeeze at the base of his cock. and because you really can’t help it, you lean down to kiss along his jaw, making your way to his neck and nibbling at his skin. he groans, whispering your name—it makes your thighs squeeze together as a dull ache forms between your own legs. “feels…feels so good,” he mumbles breathlessly, “so different when you do it.”

you giggle, watching him carefully so as not to miss a single reaction. “oh yeah? you know, shoko said you were probably a virgin,” you purr against his ear, making his hands clutch onto your hips tighter, “you seem to be proving that theory right.”

“d-don’t stop,” he pleads when your hand slows, making his hips thrust sloppily into your fist and try to keep your earlier pace going. but you’re mean—just a tad bit cruel, and you wanna see him ooze with shame. so you squeeze on his cock, stilling the movement and making him rasp as he buries his head into your neck with a whine.

“are you a virgin, suguru?” you hum, stroking his hair soothingly—but it contradicts the teasing tone of your voice.

his face burns in your neck, “yes,” he mumbles quietly, like the admission stings.

“how cute,” you pout, “so no one’s ever sucked your dick before?” he shakes his head slowly into the crook of your neck—but it’s not nearly as satisfying when he’s hiding, so you pull his face away despite his initial protesting. “i want to hear it,” you say firmly.

“fuck—no,” he groans, his face an even deeper shade of red than you thought was possible, “no, no one has ever…you know…”

“sucked your dick?” you grin.

“stop,” he whines. you chuckle quietly before climbing off his lap and sinking down to your knees before him, looking up at his shocked face with a smirk.

“wanna know something?” you hum, “i’ve thought about sucking your dick.”

“thinking about you TA like that?” he huffs a chuckle—but whatever semblance of composure he had, he loses as soon as you press a gentle kiss to the tip of his flushed cock, reddened and swollen at the head as beads of pre cum leak from the slit.

“just like you jack off to your student,” you shoot back, “you want it, suguru? do you want me to make you feel good?”

“god—yes,” he hisses, “get on with it,” he says as he’s throwing you a glare when you snicker up at him from in between his legs. you run your tongue along the tip, humming as you take in the taste of him before wrapping your lips around him and taking him down your throat.

the reaction is instant—geto slumps back against his chair, gasping as you swallow around him, bobbing your head up and down his length. you loosen your jaw, fucking him with your mouth, letting your tongue drag along the thick vein running across the underside of his cock. his hand falls to the top of your head while the other grips the armrest of his chair, skin turning white over his knuckles as he tightens his hold with each time the warmth of your mouth swallows around him.

“oh—g-god, shit that’s it,” he grunts, hips bucking into your throat as you pick up your pace. “feels fuckin’ amazing—oh, fuck.”

your hand wraps around the base of his member, pumping what won’t fit in your mouth so no part of him is left neglected. and when your other hand reaches for his balls, rolling the sensitive sacs in your hand and squeezing gently, he rewards you with a whine, voice lilting off to a high pitched moan as his hips thrust up instinctively. your nose brushes against his pelvis, and with a few more swallows, you feel him twitch in your mouth.

“fuck, fuck, ‘m c-close,” he pants, chest falling and rising erratically. you look up, watching through teary eyes as spit and pre cum dribble down your chin, taking in the pretty sight of his face flushed and his skin damp, bangs clinging to his forehead just like you imagined them to. “don’t stop—’m gonna cum…gonna…gonna make me cum,” he rasps.

you moan around him, and the vibrations send him over the edge, hips raising as he groans loudly. hot, thick ropes of his cum paint your mouth, seeping past your lips and dripping down your chin as you try your best to swallow what you can. geto sounds better than you expected—voice deep and raspy, but still the same smoothness it always holds even through the cracks as he brokenly calls your name.

the sound of his voice as he moans your name makes your walls clench around nothing and your clit throb. you let him fuck himself into your mouth through his high, riding out the last waves of his orgasm as pleasure burns through every nerve and every inch of him. when he finally slumps back into his chair, breathing harshly, you pull off of his cock, wiping the mess from your chin on your sleeve. and before you can open your mouth to tease him some more, you’re pulled back onto his lap, his mouth on yours, kissing you deep.

“this’ll have to be a secret,” he mumbles, “for both of us.”

for someone who’s never done anything like this before, geto rids you of your clothes almost expertly, lifting your shirt over your arms and sliding your pants off in an instant. he groans when his fingers trace over your clit—which you’re happy to know he can find—and feels the wetness of your slick drooling over the fabric.

“c’mon, suguru,” you hum, voice edging on a little impatient, “go ahead and touch a pussy for the first time.”

he huffs, yanking the fabric to the side before sinking his ring and middle fingers into you, knuckle deep as this thumb runs circles along your clit. you whine, grinding your hips down on his hand, impatiently waiting for him to move.

“for someone who’s experienced,” he grins, “you’re awfully impatient.”

you open your mouth to respond, but as soon as you try to retort, his fingers thrust into you, hitting the sensitive spot of your walls with ease and making you cut yourself off with a moan. he scissors his fingers, stretching you open as your head falls to his shoulder with soft whimpers, feeling him curl his digits deep into you. you whine as your clit hits over his palm, feeling the slow build up of the coil in your belly reach the snapping point.

“keep going,” you encourage, “‘m close, k-keep going—fuck, suguru!”

“god, you’re so pretty,” he breathes, watching as your head tips back and your mouth parts with a silent sob, watching as you break—all because of him. your walls spasm around his fingers as they bully into you and ride you through your orgasm, and your lips are slightly swollen from biting on them, eyes crinkled as you screw them shut, skin damp and glistening as sweat coats your forehead.

perfect—you look perfect, and suguru has fantasized about this image in his head for so long, he can hardly believe it’s a reality before him.

your hands find his long hair, tugging and twisting at the strands that slip between your fingers as the last few waves of your high crash over you.

the rest is a blur—somewhere through rough and sloppy kisses, through rolled hips and soft groans as you grind against each other, geto has managed to unclasp your bra, letting your tits bounce freely. his hands immediately cup around them, squeezing gently before his lips pull away and his eyes fall to your chest.

“fuck, they look better in person,” he grunts, rolling his thumbs over your pebbled nipples before pinching them lightly and rolling them between his fingers. you squeal, and your cunt is dripping—smearing your slick along his bare thigh as he teases over the sensitive skin. “feels good?” he mumbles.

“so good—don’t stop,” you moan, making his breath hitch in his throat. grinning, you open your eyes, hazy with lust, meeting his own unfocused gaze, “doing so well, suguru. making me feel so good.”

geto likes praise. you can tell that much alone from his hefty list of accomplishments on his resume. he’s beaming with pride the first day your professor introduces him in class while explaining how capable he is at his young age. he does a good job of staying humble, but you never fail to notice the twinge of excitement in his eyes when he’s praised for his impressive work ethic.

there’s no exception now either—his eyes search yours for every hint he can find that he’s doing a good job, that he’s doing well and giving you exactly what you want. you swear his cock twitches when you say the word good—and he seems to notice it too because there’s a shaky breath against your neck as he groans.

“fuck,” he breathes, hands falling to your hips and gripping tightly, desperately, when your hand grabs his throbbing cock, still hard and leaking pre cum from the reddened tip. “want to feel you,” he groans, “please.”

it’s all it takes for you to sink down on him, forehead pressing to his as you both moan against each other’s mouths. he’s big—long and thick, curved at an angle that makes him sink against your sweet spot almost perfectly, almost like he was made for you. it’s a shame he’s your TA, a small part of you almost feels a twinge of disappointment he can’t fully be yours.

“fuck, suguru,” you gasp, “so big, feels so good.”

he whines, helping lift your hips up and guide you down on his cock, your hips rolling against his, the sound of your moans and the slapping of skin filling up the small office. you’re sure anyone passing by could hear and figure out what’s going on—but it only thrills you more, making you slam down on him faster.

“so tight,” he grunts, “g-god, so fucking tight, i can’t—”

his hands are everywhere, they dig into your hips, glide up to cup your tits, and find the back of your neck to pull you close and meet your lips. he’s panting, sweat making strands of hair cling to his forehead as his skin flushes a deep shade of crimson. his hips buck up into you, meeting you halfway with desperate thrusts, trying to feel you deeper.

your head is spinning—not just from the way his thick girth splits you open, or from the way his tip slams against your spot so perfectly, but from the way his touch seems to light your skin up with every drag of his fingertips. and then he brings one hand down between your bodies, rubbing his thumb against your clit in harsh circles.

“are you gonna cum, suguru? cause i am,” you moan, “wanna be good and cum with me? fill me up nice and full?”

“sh-shit,” he lets out a shaky breath. he does want to fill you up—wants to cum deep into you so you’re dripping as you walk out of his office. so that when you sit in class and stare at him as he teaches class, you can’t help but think of the way he was buried to the hilt inside you just hours ago. “yeah…yeah, ‘m gonna cum. gonna fill you up, baby,” he groans, “stuff you full of my cum. want it?”

“wan’ it so bad, suguru,” you whine, “look so pretty when you cum, wanna see it again.”

and with a few more rolls of your hips, the squelching sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you all but drowned out but your pants, you fall off the edge—geto not far behind. you can feel his cock twitch as he shoots rope after rope of his thick cum into you, angling his hips up to fuck it deep into your pussy. it’s a mess, your slick mixed with his seed dripping along your thighs and coating your skin, but you can’t find it in you to care. and you also can’t find it in you to care that you’ll have to leave after this and see him again as you sit through his class. and you certainly don’t have it in you to care that you could both get in serious trouble if anyone realized this was happening.

instead, you cup his cheeks with a gentleness that makes his breath hitch in his throat with a strangled whine, and you kiss him, hard and deep.

“f-fuck, fuck—ngh, shit,” he gasps, against your mouth in labored pants. it’s never felt like this—cumming into his fist is one thing, but cumming into your tight walls, feeling them squeeze around him in sync with his high is something he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget. he thinks you’ve ruined touching himself for him, thinks he’ll never be able to go back to being fine with just his hand to keep him company when he’s aching between his legs.

after this, geto isn’t sure how he’s supposed to just forget this happened—or about you. his hands don’t stop guiding you onto his cock, hips not ceasing to fuck up into you until you’re both whimpering from sensitivity.

it’s too much—but somehow, it’ll never be enough.

you slump over him when he finally slows down to a stop, bodies a sweaty heap against each other on his chair as his arms wrap around you and his lips find your damp forehead for a soft kiss. you turn your head, pressing a kiss to his jaw in return.

“so,” you wriggle your brows, “can this count as extra credit?” you ask cheekily, feeling his chest rumble with a low chuckle as he pulls you tighter against his chest.

“sure. i’ll even give you enough extra credit opportunities to be top of the class,” he grins.

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joy list 🌻

i was tagged by @heymrspatel & @mickeyssleevelessflannel to make a list of things that bring me joy -- thanks friends, i will!

taking mid-afternoon naps with my pup

that feeling of taking off your shoes after a really long walk home

waking up in the morning & laughing with my wife in bed

my morning routine of vitamins, delicious coffee & pulling an oracle card or rune

seeing live theatre, my beloved

wandering through museums with my camera & notebook

having a really delicious meal with good company. bonus points for outdoor seating & fairy lights

singing! i love singing

reading fics--i have so many on my to read list!

looking at the clock & noticing repeating numbers like 2:22 or palindromes like 12:21

these long-sleeved, flowy dresses that i got in multiple colors because they're so comfy for fall

writing & thinking about writing smut for 👻kinktober 👻

smoking a joint in bed

really hot, really long showers

a whole day where no one needs anything from me/i'm left to my own devices

irreverent/nerdy graphic tees

connecting with everyone here! it's my first foray into actually participating in a fandom & i just sort of showed up & started talking to people & everyone's been so kind & welcoming! just a genuinely lovely addition to my life, truly 💘

please please please feel free to make your own & tag me. joy is contagious!

#thanks julissa!#thanks jessie!#🌻🌻🌻#joy list #about me #tag games

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saetoru · 2 years

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LITTLE BY LITTLE — GOJO SATORU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ gojo + size kink - satoru has always been rather big with his presence—in more ways than one

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ length ⋮ 1.1k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, gojo is described as bigger + taller than reader, size kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, creampie, overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart + baby)

♱ notes ⋮ i finally got productive be proud of me

“t-toru, wait—”

“aw c’mon, you can take it, sweetheart,” gojo shushes you, lips curling into a knowing smile as you sniffle through a choked whimper. he stares down at his throbbing length—the one that’s barely halfway sheathed into your dripping cunt, and he chuckles at the way you gasp as he pushes in just a bit more.

you’re sensitive—cumming twice on his tongue already, and yet the burning stretch of his thick girth makes your eyes sting with tears as you stare up at him with quivering lips. he’s just so big, so thick and long and too much to take at once.

but he kisses away your tears, rubbing his thumb gently over your cheek as he smears the wetness across your skin.

“‘s so big, toru—too big,” you whine, “‘s not gonna fit.”

you do this every time, he almost sighs—crocodile tears and soft pouts, and yet every time, you end up drunk on the drag of his cock, legs wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer as you beg for more. he thinks by now, there’d be no dramatics, but you never can seem to help the sweet sniffles as he splits you open—and he never can seem to get enough of the pretty sight.

gojo has always been big—his presence is larger than life and his name is widespread, but he towers over you with long legs and his hands swallow yours in their grasp. he cradles you against his broad chest like you’re a jewel embellished on his crown—far tinier than he is, but invaluable in his hold. he stares down at you, equal parts in awe and equal parts amused.

“‘m big huh?” he laughs quietly, “you sure sweetheart? think i know this pussy better than you. know it well enough to know i fit right in,” he leans down and presses scattered kisses across your jaw, hovering over your lips and teasingly pulling away when you tilt your face up to close the gap.

and he’s mean, so he laughs once more when you whine at the distance he puts between you.

“c-can’t toru, jus’ can’t—”

“yeah you can, baby,” he hums, “fits every time, doesn’t it? ‘s my pussy—made just for me. always take me so well,” he soothes, and then, with a slow thrust of his hip, he inches into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the blunt head of his cock nudges against the sensitive spot deep in your walls.

you mewl, arms wrapped right around his neck as your back arches, tits pressed against his chest and nipples grazing his own.

“f-fuck—so big, so full, toru,” you gasp, feeling him groan against your neck as you clench down on him while he waits for you to adjust. his teeth are grit, jaw clenched as he tries to fight the carnal urge to slam his hips into you, fighting every bone in his body from drilling his aching cock into the wet heat of your slick pussy. but you’re good—always are for him, so you cant your hips up, whimpering as the fat tip of his cock sinks in deeper against your spot, your clit bumping along his navel.

“so tight baby—f-fuck, i can barely move,” he rasps, “quit squeezin’,” he growls. how can he last with the way your walls hug around his length? it lights up every nerve of his body as he feels the heated friction of his veins dragging along your cunt. and then he stares down at you, at the way your legs hook around his waist, trying desperately to latch onto his large frame. you’re so fragile—so easy to break in the palm of his hands, it makes him cup the back of your head and bring you to bury your face into the crook of his neck. “feel that?” he pants, “feel that sweetheart? ‘s like you were made for me huh? gonna mold this pussy so only i fit,” he groans.

“fuck, toru—feels so good,” you sob, nails clawing at his shoulders, digging into his skin. the pain mixes with pleasure, making him choke on a soft whine as his head falls to your own neck, hips sloppily rutting into yours as he bullies his cock into your abused cunt. you’re writhing from overstimulation, thighs shaking and tears slipping from the corner of your eyes, but then his thumb latches onto your sensitive clit, rubbing harsh circles that make it hard to fight the orgasm threatening to wash over you.

gojo satoru is big—his cock is big as it nudges past your folds, his hands are big as they find purchase of your hips, and his ego is even bigger as he watches you fall apart all because of him. but something about you, just a small part woven into the universe of his grand schemes, makes him feel more human than he ever has. so he laces his long fingers with yours, the rough skin of his cracked palms soothing over your skin as he squeezes your hand.

“c-cum,” he stutters, “‘m so close—gonna make me cum, sweetheart. cum with me, yeah? wanna feel you.” his thumb strokes over your clit once, then twice, and then you shriek his name like it’s the only thing you know how to say.

“t-toru, toru—oh,” you’re repeating it over and over like a prayer you beg to grace with blessings upon you.

you cum hard, spasming your walls around his length, making his hips slam into you desperately as he chases his own high. the clench of your pussy sends him hurdling to his own high, filling you up with every twitch of his cock and painting your walls white with his release. thick, hot ropes of cum drip down the sides of your thighs as he fucks his load into you, groaning your name through a strained, cracked voice as the force of his orgasm makes even the likes of gojo satoru, the strongest, shake in your arms as you pull him close.

“fuck, baby,” he whines, “feels so good—always so good.”

his weight slumps over you, heavy and large over your body, but it’s a comforting weight all the same. it blankets you from the world, shielding you from the cruelties he endures so you don’t have to. because you’re fragile and small in his palms—and he’s gentle and soft with you under the ruse of his ego.

“i love you,” he says quietly, voice lilted with a delicateness meant only for you to hear, human and raw in its tone.

“i love you too, toru,” you whisper back, carrying his weight so he doesn’t have to be alone.

#[ tee’s kinktober 22 👻 ]#teepods.writings #thirstee!#thirsts.#gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut

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saetoru · 2 years

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KEEP WATCHIN’ — MIYA ATSUMU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ atsumu + mirror sex - atsumu finds a good way to put his olympic medal to use

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ pairing ⋮ MSBY! miya atsumu x reader

♱ length ⋮ 1.3k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, mirror sex, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (princess, angel, baby)

♱ notes ⋮ a heavily edited repost of last year’s abandoned kinktober because i deactivated in the middle fjsjffdjskd

atsumu’s olympic gold medal.

it sits hung up for all to see in your comfortable little condo, the light reflecting across the surface from the large windows that he specifically had his eyes out for. and much like your boyfriend himself, the medal holds a large presence, all eyes falling on it the moment anyone steps foot into the room.

truth be told, it’s such a shame that it just sits there—no good use for it other than sitting on display. atsumu’s worked much too hard for it all go to waste, he’s earned that medal, and he thinks it deserves a more meaningful use than a cheap effort of interior design. so when he watches you dust over it in your efforts to clean around the place one day, polishing the surface to bring back its usual shine, he finally knows exactly how he’ll use it.

“there ya go, princess,” atsumu smirks, watching as his large hands spread your thighs apart, your wet folds on display to the mirror in front of you. his fingers ghost right over your entrance, making you whine, bucking your hips to signal him to plunge them in—but he’s got better ideas. “patience, angel,” he kisses your shoulder, sucking on the skin gently, trailing to your neck.

“tsumu,” you insist. “need you to—”

“come on, baby,” he grins. “got somethin’ i want ya to put on first.” he reaches behind him, grabbing his gold medal—the same gold medal that he put his blood, sweat, and tears to win—and he places it over over your neck, dangling perfectly in between the valley of your breasts.

“your medal?” you furrow your eyebrows, watching as his eyes darken through the mirror the sight of your naked body sporting his life long achievements.

it can’t get much better than this, he thinks, two of his best prizes right before his eyes.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, dick twitching at the sight, aching with the need to be buried balls deep inside of your perfect cunt, feeling your walls hug around him tight like they always do. “ya look so perfect fer me, angel,” he whispers, “gonna fuck ya while ya watch how pretty ya look,” he smirks, eyes glinting with mischief as his hands roam to your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples and pinching them between his fingers.

you mewl, leaning against him, back arching against his chest as he keeps at it. he toys with them, rolling his thumbs over the sensitive buds as you writhe in his grasp, and in an instant, one hand falls to your dripping cunt, his middle and ring fingers plunging into you, curling against your walls as his thumb runs over your clit.

“tsu-tsumu,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head—but not for too long because almost instantly, his hand leaves your tit to grab your face roughly and turn you to the mirror, squeezing your cheeks together as a warning. your eyes immediately dart between your legs, and you watch as his fingers thrust in and out of you, coated with your slick as they curl into you and make you cry out.

“keep watchin’, angel,” he warns, “don’t ya dare look away. want ya to see everythin’.” he thrusts his fingers into you a quickly, bullying his digits into you as they plunge into the spot that makes you keen, thighs quivering as you try to stay upright on your knees while he abuses your dripping folds with his fingers. you feel the knot in your stomach letting loose with a few more thrusts of his wrist, and your orgasm crashing over you in waves as you whine his name, gripping onto his arm tightly.

smirking, atsumu grinds his throbbing erection against your ass, groaning deeply at the small bit of friction he chases as he helps you ride out your high. he gives you a few moments to catch your breath, eyeing the contrast of the gold against your shiny skin, a layer of sweat leaving a sheen under the light.

“are ya ready, baby?” he strokes his aching cock a few times, moaning at the feel—and by now, his mind is fogged with nothing but the thought of sinking deep into you as he splits you open with his cock. “need ya,” he whines, “need ya so bad, always so good fer me.”

he slowly pushes into your cunt, hands gripping your hips tightly. he watches with fascination as his length disappears, only to reappear as he pulls out and sinks back in. somehow, he thinks he feels it a thousand times more intensely when he actually watches himself fuck into you, seeing his thick girth get coated in your wetness right before him. moaning, he bucks his hips desperately into you, and you watch with equal fascination as atsumu falls apart behind you, lip in between his teeth and eyes screwed shut as he thrust in and out of you. he looks stunning, the reddish hue flushing over his cheeks, his hair messy and falling out of place, sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“tsumu,” you gasp, whining when he bites at your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving a small mark. “tsumu harder,” you plead.

and he listens, ramming into you from behind at a quicker pace, balls slapping against your ass as he whines into your skin, watching your expression morph into one of pleasure.

“fuck, angel, ya feel so good,” he groans, moaning when you clench down on him at his words. you both train your eyes at the way his swollen cock sinks into you over and over again, angeled thrusts meeting the spot that makes you see stars every time. gripping onto his arm tightly again, you dig your nails into the skin, making him grunt into your neck.

“tsum—fuck, more, need more, please!” growling, his hand snakes over your hips to find your clit, rubbing harsh circles as you mewl at the added stimulation. your head falls back to his shoulder, bumping against him with every rock of his hips as he ruts into you.

“‘s that what ya needed, baby? need me ta spoil ya, huh?” he grins, watching through the reflection as your entrance swallows him in with each time he slips his tip past your folds. your face breaks with pleasure, every slam of his pelvis making your expression shatter.

“so good—f-feels good, tsum,” you whine.

“sh-shit—ngh—so pretty for me, princess,” he moans, the knot in his own stomach seconds from coming undone, “gonna cum, baby. cum with—fuck—cum with me,” he babbles.

and not too long after, you cum together—moans falling in sync as your spines burn with the pleasure. you feel him sploppily roll his hips to aid you through your highs while you’re creaming around his cock, feeling him panting into your skin. his voice cracks as he calls out your name, broken curses falling past his parted lips as he shoots thick ropes of cum and paints your walls white. each ribbon he fucks into you clouds his mind with nothing but his orgasm as he thrusts into you, riding you both through your peaks.

“oh fuck, baby,” he whines, voice lilting slightly high pitched and chest heaving as he slows the bucking of his hips, coming to a stop once you’re both done. slowly, your eyes both train on his cock as pulls out of you, his cum oozing down your legs. your eyes haze over with lust and his softening member twitches, rehardening at the sight—and with one glance at each other’s eyes through the mirror, you both know you’re nowhere near done for the night.

you flash him an innocent smile, taking the medal hanging down your neck, bringing it up to your lips and planting a kiss to the cold surface—something that should be a sweet gesture, but it only makes something carnal stir deep within him.

“c’mon tsumu,” you murmur through batted lashes, “i wanna watch you fuck me again. please?” you pout. he blinks at you before groaning, instantly sinking into your awaiting heat once more, hands squeezing your hips hard enough to leave handprints.

#[ tee’s kinktober 22 👻 ]#teepods.writings #thirstee!#thirsts.#atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smut #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu smut #hq x reader #hq x you #hq smut

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saetoru · 2 years

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BEHAVE — PANTALONE.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ pantalone + brat taming - pantalone decides to take a break so he can teach you how to behave

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ length ⋮ 1.6k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, slight choking, teasing, bratty reader, mean pantalone (and then he’s kinda sweet), glove kink ;), fingering, orgasm denial, dacryphilia (he licks your tears LMAO), begging, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names (love, angel, good girl)

♱ notes ⋮ he makes me so sick. need his gloved fingers

“my, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” pantalone grins, gloved hand wrapped around your throat as you let out a choked moan. his tip teases your entrance, the blunt head of his swollen cock tapping briefly against your aching clit before he pulls away, making you whine and tug him closer. “still persistent, i see,” he raises a brow, “i thought it was clear i was busy.”

“but you’re always busy,” you huff, turning your head away from him indignantly. brat—it almost glides off his tongue as his eyes darken, glowering at you as you insist on being so difficult.

“i thought i’ve taught you that patience is virtue, my love,” he warns, but you don’t seem to care—all your mind can focus on is chasing the familiar stretch of his cock, splitting you open like he always does. it’s dangerous disappointing pantalone, but that doesn’t stop your hand from defiantly reaching for his thick girth, squeezing around the base of his length and pulling a strangle groan from him.

“i’ve been patient,” you huff, “so patient. i’ll take care of myself if you can’t do it,” you challenge.

now that—that’s a line you shouldn’t overstep with pantalone. it’s a zone you don’t often test. brats get punished—and you’re good, always so good and pliant. always so sweet and delicate and perfect for him to pluck the petals off one by one before building you anew to his liking. but now you’re being plain difficult, and from the look in his face, he doesn’t intend to let you get away with it.

“is that so?” he growls, “and you think i’ll allow that?” his fingers collect the slick dripping from your pussy, brushing over your folds so achingly soft, you whimper at the ghost of the feeling. “how naive,” he chuckles, “to think that i’d let you touch what’s mine.”

it’s almost too harsh how he slams his gloved fingers into your cunt, trusting his digits in and out of you as you gasp and flutter your eyes shut. his thumb rubs over your clit harshly, making your thighs tremble as you latch onto him with arms around his neck. you can feel the slam of his fingertips against your spot, making you cry out with a pitiful whine.

“silence,” he spits, making your eyes open as you stare at him helplessly, “not a sound from you,” he says lowly. it’s cruel—you know one wrong move will rip away what he’s giving you after so long, and you start to think perhaps you should’ve been patient.

good girls get to be spoiled, get to feel more than just his fingers bullying into you while you fight off the noises bubbling up your throat.

but by now it hurts—the ache of your throbbing pussy is enough to make you clasp a hand over your mouth as you sniffle, making his eyes gleam in amusement.

“you’ll be quiet,” he coos, “if you show me you can behave, i’ll let you cum. how does that sound, love?”

if you hadn’t known pantalone for a long as you have, you’d have never known it was a trap. one word of affirmation to his question would have cost you your orgasm, and who knows when the next time he can spare a moment would be? but you know him, and you know his game, and you know he’s testing just how good you can be.

with practiced perfection, you slowly nod with wide, innocent eyes, making him grin in satisfaction.

“that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, angling his fingers to brush against your sweet spot once more, making your eyes squeeze shut and your nails dig into his uniform as your grip on his shoulder tightens. the soft sob begs to tear from your throat as he builds the pleasure up between your legs, scissoring his fingers and abusing your clit with careful eyes trained on you.

he watches your eyes roll back, watches the way tears slip down your cheeks as your pleasure build slowly, slowly, then all at once, you feel yourself approach the peak. you can almost feel the coil in your belly snap, just moments from the blinding pleasure spreading across your body until—

“i said not a sound,” he growls, eyes narrowing when a helpless squeal escapes you when his thumb rubs harsh circles over your clit. just as quickly as his fingers worked you to your high, they stop, making you gasp through choked cries and devastated pleas.

“no, no—so close,” you sob, writhing as your orgasm dies down, a painful ache settling between your legs as your walls flutter around nothing. “please, please—need to cum,” you beg, making him chuckle softly.

he’s mean—cruel and unrelenting and just the slightest bit twisted as he kisses your cheeks and licks the salty tears of his lips with a laugh.

“now, love,” he says—and you can hear the faux pity in his voice like it’s bolded words. “do you think you deserve that, hmm? you’ve not behaved at all—”

“but ‘m good,” you insist, “jus’ miss you, ‘s all,” you sniffle, pouting up at him with quivering lips and crestfallen eyes. and pantalone is greedy—he’s always wanted and wanted and taken what he can get his hands on. nothing changes the slightest bit when he looks at you, finding the same unbearable desire settle in his chest as he stares into your eyes.

“is that so?” he hums, planting a soft peck to your jaw. he nibbles in the skin, making your fingers curl into the dark locks of hair falling to his shoulder. “did you miss me, angel? have i not shown you enough of my affections?”

“uh uh,” you huff petulantly as you shake your head, making him laugh quietly. you’re still ever so slightly a brat—but he supposes there are better ways to get you to behave.

“i guess i’ll have to fix that then,” he grins, “and fuck the brat out of you in the process. but good girls say please, don’t they?”

“please,” you gasp, “please i wanna feel you,” your hips brush against his, grinding against his erection in an attempt to chase the tiniest bit of friction.

it’s enough, it must be—because he doesn’t hesitate to slowly inch his aching cock past your wet folds, groaning as his head falls to your neck. your walls hug around him so tightly—so perfect like you’re made just for him to fit. perhaps, he thinks, you have a point—he has been rather busy, and he starts to question how he’s gone this long without feeling you flutter around him so tightly.

“so tight,” he grunts, moaning into your skin as he pushes his hips forward and sinks into your fully, bottoming out and curving his length into your pussy to nudge against the sensitive spot of your walls. “good girl,” he praises, “take my cock so well, love. s-so good,” his voice lilts with a shaky moan at the end.

“please, please—more, need more,” you beg, sobbing as the veins on the underside of his length drag along your sensitive walls, the fat tip hitting all the right parts as he rocks his hips and slams into you roughly.

skin slaps against skin, the sound of your mewls and his labored pants filling the room as you slick and his pre cum gathers in a mess along your inner thighs. it’s messy and so filthy—the squelching noise of his cock fucking into you, slipping out of your pussy before burying into your harshly.

his fingers—still covered in those gloves of his—push past your lips and explore your mouth, making your choke on gasps as you suck on the digits expertly. you’re good—you deserve his attention, to be the center of his attention, to cum on his cock without being second to his work.

and you intent to show him that, so you look up at him with wide eyes and innocent bats of your lashes. your tongue swirls around his fingers, letting him thrust them to brush against the back of your throat. you don’t even struggle—letting the drool drip past your lips and down your chin in a cock-drunk haze as he slams against york spit so perfectly.

“taking me so perfect, my love,” he groans, voice breathy and quivering as he approaches his own high. you can tell from the way his pace is sloppy and his cock twitches in your cunt as he drills himself into you over and over.

you try to mumble an incoherent me too—but his fingers push on your tongue and pull choked sounds that only make his orgasm approach faster.

with a few more thrusts of his hips, and the harsh circles of his thumb on your clit, you cum around his cock, gushing around him as your eyes squeeze shut with a high pitched mewl ripping from your throat. the spasm of your walls around his cock and the obscenity of your face twisting with pleasure pulls him to his own high, making him curse as he empties his load into you.

he cums into your walls with thick, hot ropes that almost seem never ending. you whimper at the sensitivity as he fucks your through his high, panting erratically into your neck and rasping your name quietly. your fingers tangle in his hair, trying to soothe him as he falls apart in your arms, voice cracking in the middle as he moans.

“f-fuck—feel so good, angel. always so perfect for me,” he stutters before his hips slow to a stop as the last rope of cum paints your walls. it’s obscene—the way globs of cum drip down your thigh, sticky as they dry onto your skin like proof you’re his.

and you are, you think—his.

“have i offered you enough of my attention,” he chuckles once he catches his breath, nose bumping against your as he places a sweet peck to your lips.

“nope,” you giggle, “not enough,” you insist.

you can feel his cock twitch as his eyes darken once more, low hum in his throat as he nods slowly, “so i see,” he murmurs, “perhaps i haven’t taught you to be thankful either.”

#[ tee’s kinktober 22 👻 ]#teepods.writings #thirstee!#pantalone x reader #pantalone smut #pantalone x you #pantalone x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you

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saetoru · 2 years

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IMPRESSIONS — OIKAWA TOORU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ oikawa + pussy jobs - you want to make a good impression when meeting your boyfriends family—too bad he’s adamant about you fixing his problem

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ length ⋮ 1.6k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, needy oikawa, fingering, pussy jobs, male masturbation, pet names (princess)

♱ notes ⋮ this is the last of the edited reposts of last year omg bear with me

oikawa tooru has never quite been known for backing down when he wants something, and you’ve been proven that time and time again. but still, you thought that he’d have exercised a little restraint at his childhood home—while you’re in front of his family, as you meet them for the first time.

truth be told, maybe you’re partly to blame for letting him drag you up to his bathroom in the first place, but you can’t help but cave when he subtly grinds his erection onto you from behind, the thin fabric of your dress and his pants the only thing that’s separating you from him. maybe you’re feeding bad habits, maybe you’re letting him off the hook—but maybe it’s not so bad…or so you reason.

“we’ll be back,” tooru grins to his family, placing a hand on your shoulder from behind you. you bite back a gasp when his hardened length prods against your ass as he leans in and presses against you. “just gonna give a quick house tour,” he claims.

no one even thinks twice, sending you both off with sweet smiles and short waves as your boyfriend turns you around to follow him towards the direction of his old bedroom. your wrist is clutched tightly in his hand, and he walks a little too fast for it to be a house tour—he skips three doors in his haste—but you doubt anyone notices anyway.

he has you pressed against the door of his bathroom the second it’s closed shut, lips hungrily devouring yours as his hips rut his hardened length against your thigh. moaning quietly, he bites lightly at your bottom lip, hands gripping your waist tightly while you let out a slight gasp.

“tooru are you crazy?” you hiss, trying to push his face away from yours to look him in the eyes. he has other ideas, however, and his lips are trailing hot, wet kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, sucking gently at the skin. fighting back a low moan, you grip his arm tightly.

“what’s so crazy about wanting my girlfriend,” he murmurs, smugness dripping through his words like the wetness already forming in between your legs. you send him a glare, and he offers you a playful pout.

“we’re in front of your whole family—”

“no, they’re in the living room,” he corrects, “and we’re in here.”

he’s always been a smartass, and you’ve always had half a mind to smack him upside the head, but your mind is a little hazed right now when his erection pokes your thigh like that, hot and heavy in his pants, ready to stretch you out as he splits you open.

you know you should end this now before it’s too late to pull away, you absolutely should end this if you want to make a good impression on his family—plane tickets from argentina to japan certainly aren’t cheap, and you don’t want this to be for nothing—but the way his thick girth, strained in its confinements, is now rubbing against your clothed clit has you forgetting all about his family across the house.

he’s irresistible—it’s not long until all you can think of is him—and you think he’s been counting on the way it’s so easy to persuade you.

“t-tooru, we really shouldn’t be doing this here—”

“please baby,” he whines into your neck, voice so needy, so desperate, you let out a shaky exhale. you both already know that you’ll be caving into his desires, it’s not hard to see that he’s got you right where he wants you. “please, i need you so bad,” he breathes shakily against the shell of your ear, pressing soft kisses there too.

and when he feels your hand finally reach forward and palm him through his pants lightly, eliciting a soft groan from him as he shudders, he knows he’s won you over this time around, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.

“you have a condom?” you gasp when his fingers travel up the bottom of your dress, moving your underwear to the side and rubbing circles onto your clit. two fingers just barely glide over your entrance, and you let out a needy whimper.

“no,” he grunts, “not on me.” hissing as his fingers sink into your folds and pump in and out of your cunt, you grip his hair, pulling lightly on the strands and making him moan quietly at the tugs of his roots.

“then get creative,” you huff, “‘m not walking around with a mess between my legs,” you say firmly. he pouts at you, but the glare you send him makes him shrivel with a whine, too needy to argue and risk you changing your mind altogether.

in a moment’s time, both your dress is hiked up and tooru’s pants are pulled down, leaving both of you bare to each other. it’s a risky ordeal, and his family is close, and you can only hope no one needs to use the bathroom any time soon—but none of it matters when he tugs you closer and you fell the cat tip tap against your clit.

“guess this’ll have to do,” he groans, cock sliding against the slick lips of your cunt, rubbing against your clit with each drag. you both moan in sync, and tooru’s head falls to press his forehead against yours, eyes closing at the sensation that tingles all the way down to the bottom of his spine from the friction.

his length is hard, pulsing and ready to release, aching to cum—and he wants so badly to sink deep into your walls and fuck his load into your heat, but he knows now’s not the time. whimpering when you feel his swollen tip rub against your clit, your hands tighten their clawed grip on his arms, a cry of his name falling past your lips no matter how hard you try to keep from making a sound.

“f-fuck, tooru,” you mewl, jerking your hips in rhythm to chase the friction of his member sliding against your pussy.

“s-so good,” he whines softly, digging his head into your neck, clutching your hips tightly when your hand runs through his hair. “needed th-this just as bad as bad as me, huh?” he smirks against your skin.

even despite shamelessly dragging you into the bathroom, lying to his family, and chasing an orgasm right here in the middle of introducing you to his loved ones, oikawa tooru still manages to flip the switch and be a cocky bastard. you think someone ought to humble him—but sadly, you find you’re not the perfect candidate for that job yourself. otherwise, you’d never let yourself get into something as compromising as this.

you can’t help but clench your walls, fluttering around absolutely nothing at the fact that he can be so smug. and you want to feel his length slam into you, to hit you right in the spot that drives you mad with his angled thrusts, the blunt head of his cock drilling against your sweet spot—but something about him just barely rubbing against your wet core makes your head spin with need, and the coil in your stomach tightens slowly, builds up in a steady ache, right on the verge of snapping.

“fuck, princess,” he grunts, “wanted to feel me just as bad, huh? is that why you’re so wet?”

he never fails to turn the tables, to let the pieces fall into his favor, to promise the ball drops in your court every time. maybe that’s what you love about tooru—or maybe it’s the way his lips press wet kisses along the column of your throat, sucking gently on your jaw.

“please—t-tooru, more,” you whimper, pulling a low chuckle from his throat.

“more? thought you said we couldn’t do that,” he coos, hissing as his slick-coated length glides along your folds, rubbing against him with enough to burn pleasure along his nerves, but falling just short to pool desperation in his voice. “god, i wish i could fuck you right now,” he huffs, voice cracking as he stifles a groan.

the ridge of his vein slides against your clit once, twice, a third time before somehow, even without his thick length splitting you apart, you’re cumming. your walls are clenching around nothing as they spasm through your high, your voice choked as you repeat his name like a mantra.

“tooru, t-tooru,” you repeat, crying out as you cling to him tightly. tears prick your eyes as the pleasure takes up what feels like every nerve of your body, your back arching from the door he has you pressed against.

tooru looks at your face, watches your expression crumble through your orgasm, and he groans—a bit too loudly, and you hope to god no one hears—quickly pulling his thick length away from you once you’ve ridden out your high. his hand fists his cock tightly, red and swollen and aching to cum, balls heavy and begging to release his cum in thick spurts. it’s nowhere near the wet, tight clench of your cunt, but you watch his expression break as he strokes himself a few more times, choking on a gasps and body stilling as he empties his load. you watch with hooded eyes as cum spills onto the tiles of his bathroom floor, coating his hand as he fucks himself through his high.

“ngh—sh-shit,” he rasps, and you watch in awe as tooru’s lips part with each cry he lets out, eyes screwed shut as his orgasm crashes over his body in waves. sweat covers his forehead and his hair clings to his skin, thighs quivering as he tries to keep himself standing upright through the devastation of his peak.

finally, with a few more thick ropes of cum, he catches himself against the door with his good hand, sweaty forehead pressing against yours as he pants and catches his breath with you. his cheeks are flushed red, and his lips are slightly swollen, but he looks utterly beautiful caging you against the door like this.

“you really are a piece of work,” you say breathlessly, shaking your head and running a hand through his messy locks, pushing them off his forehead. wriggling his brows, he steals a quick peck from your lips.

“i can’t wait till everyone goes to sleep so i can fuck you for real,” he chuckles, catching your hand when you go to smack his chest.

“i am not fucking you in your childhood bed,” you mutter, glaring at him. and when his eyes glint as he stares at you, lips spreading to a wider smirk, you gulp, glare faltering a little at his expression—he still has you right where he wants you, you realize.

“we’ll see baby,” he murmurs, “we’ll see.”

#[ tee’s kinktober 22 👻 ]#thirstee!#teepods.writings #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #oikawa x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x you

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saetoru · 2 years

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐌 for this collection, each track (fic/thirst) will be released with a feature of one of your fav artists (character) ;) as always, the line up is subject to change, and thank you all for preordering !!

♱ — fandoms include: jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, haikyuu, and genshin impact

♱ — warnings will be added to each individual fic/thirst !! please make sure to pay attention to them beforehand !! minors are not to interact with this post or with any of the posts for this event. if you are an ageless blog—as in: your age is not somewhere accessibly viewable on your blog—do not interact either or you will be blocked.

♱ — there are no set dates to when i will be posting these, just throughout the month. there is no taglist.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐌

TRACK 1: TOP OF THE CLASS — ft. geto + virgin killing

TRACK 2: LITTLE BY LITTLE — ft. gojo + size kink

TRACK 3: TOO LATE — ft. hanma + exhibitionism

TRACK 4: THIN PATIENCE — ft. draken + public sex

TRACK 5: KEEP WATCHIN’ — ft. atsumu + mirror sex

TRACK 6: IMPRESSIONS — ft. oikawa + pussy jobs

TRACK 7: MESSY — ft. diluc + cum eating

TRACK 8: SLEEP TALK — ft. kaeya + somnophilia

TRACK 9: BEHAVE — ft. pantalone + brat taming

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MESSY — DILUC RAGNVINDR.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ diluc + cum eating - diluc can’t fight his urges to let things get messy with you

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ pairing ⋮ diluc ragnvindr x reader

♱ length ⋮ 1.1k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, blow jobs, cum eating, mentions of male masturbation, slight throat fucking

♱ notes ⋮ HE IS ALL MY MIND CONSISTS OF ATM ty bby gray @asunnygray for this brainrot ily <3

diluc is a respectful man—he’s polite and proper, however stiff as he might seem. he holds doors open for people in the distance and he offers a polite nod to every greeting he gets as he walks through mondstadt, and maybe that’s why he’s as hesitant as he is to let himself think of you so lewdly.

but it’s rather difficult not to right now—now that you’re in between his legs, his thick, hard cock sprung free and weeping from the tip with pre cum that you swipe away with your tongue. he hisses, fists the bed sheets under his hands until his knuckles are white, watches with wide eyes as you kiss the head of his length so sweetly. your hand wraps around the fat tip, smearing the pre cum that leaks from his slit along the rest of his length as you stroke him slowly. he’s perfect—big enough that the thick girth makes your hand look smaller than it really is, and the flush of his reddened tip makes your eyes haze with lust.

“so pretty,” you hum, giggling at the way blush dusts over his cheeks almost instantly, eyes not leaving his face as it breaks with pleasure when you wrap your lips around his girth. you moan around him at the taste of him on your tongue, the vibrations making him let out a surprised grunt as his head falls back with a low groan.

“f-fuck,” he curses—he never likes using such colorful language in general, and especially not around you. but the words fall off his lips before he can help it, the way your tongue glides along his vein and swirls around his tip too dizzying to keep up any semblance of composure.

to his credit, diluc tries—he really does. he tries not to think about you when he wakes up to the stiff morning wood aching between his legs, he tries not to imagine this exact image of you kneeling before him with his cock on your tongue, and he tries not to imagine how fucking into your throat would feel instead of his fist. diluc is a respectful man—but sometimes, he can’t help himself when his mind wanders to you as he strokes himself while the sun rises, when sweat clings to his forehead and soft whines tumble past his parted lips, when your name is uttered brokenly between hitched breaths and chokes groans, when his back arches off the mattress and his balls tighten with every thick rope of cum.

no matter how hard he fights his own mind, it’s a losing battle, and he can’t quite stop himself from thinking of you.

“just like that,” he can’t help but moan softly, hips bucking up into your mouth, panting harshly as you glide your tongue along his slit. he’s hot and heavy in your mouth, cock throbbing to release down your throat as you take him so well. “f-fuck, feels good…so good,” he pants.

you swallow around him, look up at him with teary eyes and swollen lips just like in his fantasies, bobbing your head in a sloppy rhythm as you take him as far as you can, hand pumping the rest of what you can’t fit. your hands move down to gently squeeze at his balls, pulling a low groan from him as his eyes flutter shut and his hand falls to the top of your head.

“c-close, so close, love,” he says desperately, hips fucking up into your mouth, all self control behind him as he chases his orgasm. it’s lewd, the sound of his cock burying into your mouth, his low grunts of pleasure and your choked moans around his length, the messy smear of spit and pre cum dribbling past your lips and down your chin. it’s so incredibly dirty, but diluc can’t help but like it—love it even.

the way you let him fuck your throat feels far better than his fist, and the sight of you in front of him is not done even an ounce of justice in his imagination—he doesn’t think he’ll be able to let this time be the last time, no matter how hard he fights the urge.

“cum for me, ‘luc,” you urge, “wanna taste you,” your words are just as filthy as your actions, and with a few more swallows around his aching length, he feels the coil in his belly snap, voice cracking as he cries out your name with a loud groan.

“cumming…i-i’m…fuck, ‘m cumming,” he mumbles through breathy pants, “good, feels so good—m-make me feel so good,” he babbles, and ever the gentleman, he tries to pull you off of him, tries to angle his hips so his release doesn’t soil you with the mess. but you’re determined—you grab him and pump his length, stroking him quick with a steady rhythm as you guide him through his high.

his face breaks—sweat collecting on his forehead, strands of stray hair clinging to the damp skin as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth parts with strangled cries as the pleasure crashes over him in waves. you stroke him through his orgasm, feeling his cock twitch with every hot rope of cum that paints across your face, coating your cheeks, your lips, dripping down to roll along the skin of your tits. it’s downright vulgar, and he doesn’t even get a proper chance to feel guilty when you press another kiss to the head of his cock, wrapping your lips around him once more and sucking off the small bead of cum left at the tip.

“‘luc you’re so pretty when you cum,” you pout, a string of saliva connecting between your lip and his member as you pull away. you trail a finger along the vein under his length, making him gasp softly as his hips buck under the sensitivity, collecting the smeared cum that coats him. you bring your finger to your mouth, licking and sucking on the digit, making his cock twitch back to life at the sight as he groans. “want more, wanna see you do it again. please?”

this was never in his fantasies—this was never what he imagined. this is so much more than what he could hope for, and with blush-dusted cheeks and a stiff and painful erection between his legs again, he pulls you from your knees to climb onto his lap, hands finding your hips with a tight, desperate grip.

“it’s only fair i get to witness the same from you,” he mumbles against your mouth as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue, “wouldn’t you agree?”

#[ tee’s kinktober 22 👻 ]#teepods.writings #thirstee!#thirsts.#diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnivindr x you #diluc ragnivindr smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact smut

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SLEEP TALK — KAEYA ALBERICH.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ kaeya + somnophilia - you decide to help kaeya in his sleep a little

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♱ length ⋮ 1.4k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, somnophilia, dubious consent, dry humping, handjobs, unprotected sex (no prep), creampie, pet names (princess)

♱ notes ⋮ genshin has ruined my life i think.

you hear him before you feel him.

kaeya’s body rolls over to find yours in his sleep, the soft melody of his voice ringing in your ears in what you’re sure is a groan. at first, you’re worried it’s a nightmare—he’s prone to those sometimes, as much as he hides it.

but this is different. no, this has an air of neediness in his voice that you think you’d recognize anywhere. and then he presses against your back, the heat of his crotch finding your ass as he grinds his hips for friction. he’s still asleep, you realize, still slipped blissfully into unconsciousness as he lets out a quiet moan this time. it’s against the skin of your neck, making you’s shiver as you feel him press himself up against you.

“you,” you roll your eyes, “are simply too much.” it’s almost like he can hear you because there’s a low whine ripped from his lips as his breath comes out in soft pants. whatever he must be dreaming of, it must be good—especially if he calls out your name like that in a breathy cry.

it makes a small grin of satisfaction tug onto your face—even in slumber, he’s still entirely yours.

“m-more,” he mumbles in his sleep, hips rutting against you in desperate search of your familiar tightness, like the dissonance between his dreams and his reality are just a touch too tangible. you think you might just have to do something about it, turning slowly to face him.

he’s pretty—always has been, always making the breath catch in your throat as the contrast of tanned skin and blue hair fall along your gaze. he’s always been soft, cool lips and rough, warm hands against your own, always given too much and yet, not enough of himself all at once.

so you trail feather light kisses along his jaw, let your hand slowly wander down south to where he needs you as you enjoy the moment of full control with kaeya for once.

“sound so pretty,” you hum when he rasps a surprised grunt as your hand wraps around his hardened cock, “too bad you can’t hear yourself right now. you always love hearing yourself talk,” you snicker.

there’s affection in your words, deep and raw and soaked in devotion. love makes you dip knives with honey, you think, the sweetness dripping between the sliced skin, the pleasure mingling with the pain you know is soon to come.

your hand pumps his girth a few times, thumb swiping along the tip to collect the beads of leaking pre cum. he shudders, breathes out a whimper as you smear the wetness along his length and stroke him slowly. his hips buck, rolling up and into your fist as he chases the sweet pleasure you grant him, mirroring what he must be living in his fantasies.

“f-fuck,” he curses in a whispered moan, “ngh—‘s good.”

you can see the small cracks of his consciousness slip through, the way his hands fist the sheets, the way his nose crinkles and his mouth parts, the way his voice seems to get louder with every groan that sings from gus throat. and then his eyes blink open, slowly adjusting to the dark of the room while he gathers his surroundings.

he lets himself fall completely into your hands, arm falling limply over his eyes as he groans and fucks his fist up into your hand.

“my, princess,” he grins through labored pants, “rather impatient of you, don’t you think? have you fallen for my charms so—”

“always so talkative,” you scoff, “maybe you’re impatient—at least wake me up in the morning if you need it so badly.”

he has the audacity to chuckle before biting his lip as his eyes flutter shit when your thumb glides over his slit, squeezing your fist around his tip before your stroking down his length. the room is filled with the sound of his quick pants and the squelch of his cock fucking your fist, your hand slapping against his pelvis with each downstroke.

he close, you can tell—but then he stops you with a tight grip on your wrist and a strained groan as his jaw tightens from his impending orgasm dying down.

“what are you—” you don’t get a chance to finish before he’s rolling over you, swollen lips from biting pressing against yours in a hungry kiss. his hands roam along your body, tugging off the articles of clothing in his way as he moans into your mouth.

when the blunt head of his cock taps against your clit, his hips rolling softly for featherlight friction along your dripping entrance, your head falls against the plush of the pillow as you gift him with a whine.

“oh? would you look at that, you’re dripping,” he hums, “already so perfect and wet for me, don’t you think?”

“no teasing,” you huff, “i didn’t tease you.”

he chuckles, pressing a delicate kiss to your jaw before letting his head fall to your neck as he slowly pushes past your folds, splitting you open with his cock as he drags along your walls with his veins. he thick—angles into you to nudge against the spongy spot that makes you gasp, hands moving to cup the back of his head as you whimper.

“there is simply never enough of you,” he breathes, “so pretty, so perfect.”

kaeya, you’ve learned, is like the first drops of snow on the ground, the soft glaze over the grass that leaves your eyes wide and breath caught, the lingering cool breeze the kisses your skin and has you shivering, the ice that melts and drips along a steady stream. he’s soft to the touch under your warm palm, shards of ice melting under your blazing heat as he opens himself to you.

“k-kaeya,” you gasp softly, feel his tip grazing along your sweet spot, his navel rubbing against your clit with every roll of his hips, his skin slapping against yours as you lose yourself to the drag of his cock along your dripping walls.

it’s a mess—there’s a mixture of your slick and his pre cum pooling between you both as it costs your skin, but you tug him closer, let your fingers wrap loosely around his tousled strands of hair as you tug.

“so tight,” he moans, “feels good, princess?” his voice is slurred against your neck, low groans brushing against your skin and making your shudder against his hold as you nod furiously, mewling when he angles his hips just perfectly. he drills his hips into you, bullying the thick stretch of his length in and out of your abused cunt with sloppy rhythm.

“yes,” you whimper, “yes, yes—so good. ‘m gonna cum, please.”

“then cum,” he growls simply, sucking on the skin of your neck as his thumb finds your clit and rolls harsh circles into the sensitive nub. as if on command, you shatter, clutching onto him tightly as your back arches off the mattress.

you cum with a broken wail, choking on his name as kaeya fucks you through your high. he’s groaning loud and low into your neck as your right walls spasm around his aching cock, and he’s close—you can tell from the way his hips are sloppy and grinding into you, from the way his arms are almost shaking to hold himself up right. with one, two, three more thrusts of his hips against you, he chokes on his own cry of your name, head digging deeper into the crook of your neck as his orgasm crashes over him.

you can feel the thick, hot ropes of cum filling you up with each twitch of his cock, spilling down your thighs as he slips in and out of your cunt and fucks you full. your thighs quake from the sensitivity, and with the last few roll of his hips, he slumps over your body, pressing his dampened skin against yours as he blankets you with his weight.

“do you want to tell me about your dreams,” you hum as you catch your breath, teasing lilt in your tone as you tangle your fingers into his sweaty hair gently.

“why discuss them when we can recreate them,” he throws you a grin—and it’s charming, a little mischievous, completely in love as he presses a kiss to your lips before hovering over you once more.

#[ tee’s kinktober 22 👻 ]#thirstee!#teepods.writings #thirsts.#kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich x you #kaeya alberich smut

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THIN PATIENCE — RYUGUJI “DRAKEN” KEN.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ draken + public sex - in which you can’t help but let your hands wander as your boyfriend rides his bike

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ length ⋮ 1.5k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, public sex, hand jobs, slight overstimulation, use of petnames (princess + baby)

♱ notes ⋮ another repost left and then we will have paid homage to last years failed kinktober rnsjdsj

the night air is crisp on your skin as you wrap your arms around draken’s neck, pulling him into a quick kiss once the door is locked. the shop’s been busy as of late, and after months and months of watching draken struggle to get it up and running, you’re happy for him, you really are—but lately…you crave a bit more attention. he’s barely even had a second to spare all day to get up and eat lunch, let alone entertain you in your hunt for his attention.

but right now—right now, he’s all yours, and you plan on using that to your advantage.

it’s a little risky, trying things with him that test his patience, but you want to push him to his limit, want to make his veins pop and his composure snap, want to make him give in and finally have his way with you—which ultimately means you’ve had your way with him too.

“barely have any time for you anymore,” draken hums softly, "you wanna go for a ride, princess?” he grins as he asks you in between kisses, his rough hands finding their rightful spot on your hips.

you’ve been patiently waiting for this question, for this moment—and a grin of your own stretching across your lips as you hum, the beginning chips of your plan falling right where you want.

“course i do, kenny.” one hand trails down his chest, roaming over the muscles of his pecs and abs, making him chuckle lightly.

he’s always been built rather large, but the years have done him good. his towering height’s put on a few more inches, his muscles bulge a bit more, his chest is a bit broader, and any remnants of the boy you’d known draken as before have grown into a man.

“then let’s go, baby,” he presses a few kisses to your jaw. “need a de-stressor after this week,” he mumbles.

in your head, you’re satisfied to know that you’ll be giving him just that.

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the wind on your face as draken speeds faster down the highway is all too refreshing. the cramped garage of his shop has been all you’ve been seeing in your spare time anymore, the need to keep your boyfriend company overwhelming your urges to go do anything else. and you love keeping him company, love being in his presence more than anything, but the empty walls of his shop have been a tiring scene to say the least—and this, this is nice, you think.

draken seems rather happy too, his lips are stretched into a grin and his shoulders are less tense, the muscles rippling through the collared shirt of his uniform even as they’re relaxed. you trail your hands down his chest, rubbing over his abs while he glances momentarily at you over his shoulder.

“keep your hands to yourself, baby,” he grins playfully, and you can feel the small chuckle he lets out through the rumble of his chest as your hands glide back over it.

“can’t, you’re too pretty, ken,” you murmur, pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder blade through the fabric. he shudders slightly. “been waiting for you the whole day,” you pout into his ear.

clearing his throat, he lets out a gruff, “hey,” as a warning, but you don’t pay any mind to that—your hands trail lower, and lower, and lower— “princess,” draken growls. “what are you doing?”

“just having fun,” you grin, and your palm glides over his crotch, gently feeling over his dick print as he grits his teeth. he looks around, and the highway’s almost empty, but he still doesn’t appreciate the circumstances.

“well, have fun somewhere else—ngh,” he cuts himself with a grunt when you squeeze his half-hard cock through his pants (he’s silently mad at himself for letting himself be so affected), pumping him as much as you can until a tent forms. “h-hey, i’m serious.”

you wish you can find it in yourself to care about his warnings—but you can’t. and you’re sure you’ll pay the price heavily for it later, but that only excites you further.

reaching into his pants, you grab his erection, cheek resting on his back as you pull his pulsing member from his confinements. you smear the pre cum from the tip along the thick girth of his cock, stroking him languidly and drinking in the sounds of his gasps and choked-out groans.

if only you could actually see him, but this will do for now.

“are you kiddin’ me,” he hisses. “have you lost your fucking mind?”

“maybe,” you chuckle, batting your lashes even if he won’t see.

rolling your palm in circles around his tip, you can just barely make out the long, drawn-out moan he lets out, the wind hissing around you muffling the sweet sounds he makes as you fist him tightly—he’s always been sensitive at the head, and you’ve always used that to your advantage too. his thighs are tensing at the smallest bits of friction, and you wish you could only face him to watch his face scrunch with pleasure.

“fuck,” he whispers, letting out a shaky sigh when your other hand reaches over his hips and cups his balls. you doubt anyone you pass by would really notice, draken’s going much too fast, and it’s much too dark, and no one would really think to look at his crotch, but still. the fact that your boyfriend is currently riding down the highway, dick out and open, hard and aching for release leaves you desperately aroused. “fuckin’ hell, either put my dick away or do something,” he growls at you. “and be quick.”

with a giggle, you decide on the latter, wrapping your hand around his cock and starting a quick rhythm, stroking his length as your other hand cups his balls again, massaging them lightly. he moans, forcing himself to keep his head upright and not thrown back like he desperately wants, keeping his eyes on the road.

“you’ve been working so hard, ken,” you say smoothly. “thought i’d help relieve the stress you were talking about earlier—and you look so good in your uniform,” you add. “my pretty boy.”

he doesn’t have the patience to let the praise stroke his ego, too focused on the throbbing of his member in your hands. and you don’t have patience either, it seems—otherwise, you wouldn’t be pumping his cock out in the open like this, trying to pull an orgasm from him while he’s taking you both on a ride around the city.

“fuck, go faster,” he demands, his hips bucking ever so slightly to meet your fist’s movements. and you’d give everything to have your boyfriend cum right now, to have his body tense with his back pressing to your chest, shooting ropes of cum that splatter against his precious bike, out in the open for anyone to witness if they’d just look a little closer.

so you move your hand faster, squeezing at the base of his shaft before stroking up, thumb grazing his slit and making him cry out each time.

he’s moaning loudly by now, with no efforts to hold back or stay quiet. the broken strings of curses falling from his lips leave your thighs begging to close shut to relieve the heat pooling at your core. you can feel his chest rising and falling erratically as he pants, trying to keep his hips in place, fighting the urge to thrust into your hand. the bike swerves a little every now and then, and with a harsh squeeze of his balls and one more glide of your thumb through his weeping slit, he’s cumming with a loud, strangled cry of your name.

“god—fuck, baby,” he groans, body shuddering as he tenses his thighs. the ropes of cum that shoot from his tip leave him clenching his handlebars tightly, teeth gritting as he forces his eyes to remain open. “fuck—fuck, that feels good,” he says shakily, letting out a soft whine when your hands don’t stop even as he finishes. “shit, ‘m fuckin’ done. cut it out,” he hisses.

but you don’t listen, stroking his sensitive dick, hand coated in his thick cum, using it as a lubricant while you rub your thumb over his vein. you like the thrill of your position, how he’s literally in the palm of your hand and out for display, how he can’t do anything else but take it. he lets out a small whimper as your hand keeps the steady friction against his sensitive cock, and the sound shoots straight to your core.

“too much,” he all but whines. “f-fuck, ‘s too much, baby,” he grunts. chuckling, you stroke him one last time, smiling at the way he shudders before kissing his shoulder and pulling away. he’s still catching his breath when you tuck him back into his soiled pants, and before you can say anything, he’s swerving to take the nearest exit.

“wha—ken, you’re going the wrong—”

“we’re taking a detour,” he sneers. “someone has to be taught a lesson for being such a shameless brat.”

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TOO LATE — HANMA SHUJI.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ hanma + exhibitionism — in which you show the subordinate just who you belong to

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♱ pairing ⋮ toman! executive hanma shuji x reader

♱ length ⋮ 1.4k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, reader with twisted morals my beloved hehe, exhibitionism, blowjobs, cum swallowing, mentions of violence, guns, blood, and death (hanma and toman activities), use of pet names (sweetheart + baby)

♱ notes ⋮ another heavily edited repost from my kinktober last year that i abandoned jhsdgsdfo

hanma shuji has never been one to be known for kindness—his name with the word kind is almost an oxymoron when put together. he’s never been known for compassion, and the man standing before him, eyes wide and face apologetic is proof of that. there’s not one ounce of hanma that feels even a small wave of sympathy, not as he looks over at you and sees the way you pout down at the torn sleeve of your new dress. it only makes his jaw harden and all the anger in him ignite even further.

poor choice on this subordinate’s part, hanma thinks.

“i-i…sir,” the man chuckles nervously. “i didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” he says frantically. “o-otherwise i’d n-never…”

“oh,” hanma drawls. “that’s okay,” he nods slowly. “you didn’t know.” the man stares up at your boyfriend hopefully, making you smirk in amusement. “looks like i’ll just have to teach you,” he sneers, pulling the pistol he carries in his pocket out.

the color drains from the man’s face, and you smile to yourself, content with his ensured demise. it’s what he gets for tearing your sleeve as you tried to walk away, after all. you look back down at the frayed material, pouting up at your boyfriend.

“shuji, my dress,” you whine. “it’s all ruined. and you didn’t even get to see me look all pretty,” you mumble dejectedly. hanma holds a hand out for you, beckoning you over with a sympathetic face.

“you always look pretty,” he says instantly, pecking the crown of your head, “but don’t worry, baby. i’ll get you a new one. then you can get all dolled up for me again, alright?” he rubs the small of your back, leaning in again to press a sweet kiss to your cheek this time, making you grin. “in the meantime, why don’t you show this bastard here who you belong to?”

“i’d love to,” you grin excitedly, dropping down to your knees before your boyfriend, rubbing over his thigh through his slacks as he spreads his legs to make space for you. you watch as a small bulge starts to form even despite not doing anything yet. hanma looks over at the man, pointing at a chair.

“sit,” is all he says.

the subordinate drops down immediately—he doesn’t need to be told twice. and in an instant, you’re rubbing over hanma’s crotch, palming him until his tight pants are just that much tighter over his hardening cock. a low groan flies from his mouth as you rub circles over his erection, his head throwing itself back as he grips the table he leans on tightly.

“fuck, baby,” he groans. you pump him a few times through his pants, watching as he grows a little frustrated before starting to unzip his slacks, pulling them down his legs.

“that’s it, doll, you know what to do, don’t you?” he smirks when you nod, turning back to the awkwardly shifting man, eyes narrowed into slits. “and you, you watch good and well who she belongs to. ain’t no cock but mine’s ever feeling this mouth,” he rubs a thumb over your bottom lip, smearing the sticky lip gloss coating your lips along your chin.

you make quick work, kissing the base of his stiff cock, running your tongue up his vein, making him groan lowly as heavy pants heave from his chest while you move up to his swollen tip. you circle your tongue over it before taking the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking gently and swiping your tongue over his slit. moaning loudly, hanma throws his head back, closing his eyes at the feeling of your warm mouth on his pulsing member. the hand inked with sin finds its way to the back of your head, gently pushing you down to take more of his length.

“oh, fuck,” he grunts. “that’s it, baby. th-that feels good,” he praises. “fuck, just like that. always make me feel good—like a good girl. my girl,” he growls the last part, a hint of possession in his voice that makes you hum around his cock and leave him shuddering. rubbing his tensed thigh with one hand, you gently massage his aching balls with the other, fondling them delicately and making his back arch slightly as he chokes on a moan. “ah—fuck, fuck like that, baby.”

you stare up at hanma, watching how his face slacks with pleasure, how his glasses slide down the slightest bit from the sweat collecting on the bridge of his nose, how his face flushes with a rosy hue, contrasting the dark strands of hair that fall onto his forehead beautifully.

hollowing your cheeks, you suck harsher on his length, taking more of him down your throat until your nose touches his pelvis, your tongue gliding down the vein prominent on the underside of his cock. hanma’s voice cracks as he lets out a strangled groan, shaky calls of your name repeating from his lips like a prayer as you bob your head up and down. neither of you even remember there’s someone else in the room, too lost in your own bubble as you help work him to the edge of his release.

his hips buck into your mouth, matching your pace desperately as he gets needier, voice turning whinier—breathier, as he gets closer to his climax. your tongue swirls around his swollen head—angry and red, weeping with pre cum, and your hand works his heavy balls and pushes him closer to the edge.

“sh-shit, sweetheart,” he moans, whining slightly when you run your tongue through his slit, “‘m g-gonna cum, baby,” he grins as he pants, eyeing the subordinate across the room, face smug as he looks the man directly in the eye while he speaks to you, “make me cum in your mouth, baby. want my cum down your throat, don’t you?

you whine at the statement, hollowing your cheeks even more as you bob your head faster, sucking on his throbbing cock while he gets more and more out of breath. hanma’s chest heaves faster, his breaths ragged as he lets out strings of curses, thrusting his hips up to meet your mouth to his own pace now. you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, a choked gasp of your name telling you he’s seconds from cumming.

“and you—make sure you watch me cum down my girl’s throat, yeah?” he smirks to the man, eyes glinting with mischief as he glances over to the other side of the room.

you hallow your cheeks once more, and he groans loudly, cum shooting out in thick ropes as his body spasms, back arching from his orgasm. ribbons of cum paint the inside of your mouth, spilling in faster than you can swallow. hanma’s eyes are shut tightly, harsh pants and strangled gasps flying past his lips as he bucks his hips into your mouth to ride out his high.

“h-holy shit, b-baby, ‘m cumming,” he cries. “so good, fuck.”

he cums with a few more ropes down your throat, groaning when you slowly pull off his cock, cum leaking out your mouth and dripping down your chin. he lets out a breathy chuckle, collecting it with his thumb and pushing it past your lips, delighted when you swallow obediently. and when you lean and press a wet kiss to his softening length, he all but has a field day.

“good girl, baby. gonna fuck you in that pretty little dress of yours—even if it’s ripped,” he smiles, helping you stand to your feet. he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, hands wandering to the edge of your dress and hiking up your thigh to slide past your underwear, smirking at the wetness dripping between your legs.

“i wanted you to rip it,” you mumble.

“i know,” he nods, pulling you into his chest as he turns to the unlucky man sitting in the chair. you rub hanma’s chest as you stare at the soon to be dead underling, a victorious smile on your face as you wink at him.

“s-sir, i’m…i’m—”

“shut up,” hanma growls. “i’m gonna fuck my girl now—no way you’re watching that,” he sneers, reaching for the pistol, lips curling into an excited smile. “not letting you see my pretty little girl.”

“i-i’ll l-leave, sir—” and with a gunshot ringing through the room, cutting the man off, he slumps forward, blood seeping into his shirt.

“too late. now,” hanma turns to you, burying his face into your neck and pressing hot kisses into the skin. “where were we, my pretty baby?”

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