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𝐃𝚬𝚨𝐃 𝚶𝐅 𝚴𝚰𝐆𝐇𝚻
syn: when you're sleeping and they need you and how they remedy that situation
ft. diluc, itto, thoma, kaeya
cw: 18+ mdni, f!reader, somnophilic elements, dubcon-ish, m masturbation, f receiving oral, dry humping, thigh fucking
a/n: welcome to my genshin debut (bear with me pls i'm getting out of my slump)
❁ diluc
it's late in the night when he creeps into the bedroom. you're already fast asleep and unaware of his late arrival. he keeps the light off to change, unwilling to disturb you. as he crawls into bed beside you, he notices the covers have slipped down your body, knowing goosebumps are rising on your skin in the chilly room. he catches a glimpse of your figure as he reaches to cover you, nothing more than a shadow in the dark.
"archons," he whispers, feeling himself harden at the sight. he hadn't realized just how...frustrated he is until that moment. the last thing he wants is to wake when he knows he can stave off his desires for the time being. so that's exactly what he does.
conjuring an image of you, he lays back against his pillow and lets his hand wrap around his cock. his strokes are quick and uncaring. something about touching himself to the thought of you feels wrong to him and he'd rather not draw it out for too long. not to mention his body his heavy with sleep.
he's getting close to his release, unaware of the fact he's quietly moaning your name as he's imagining that it's your pussy squeezing him instead of his own hand. he hadn't noticed you stirring beside him, awoken by the gentle sound of you name in the beloved timber of his voice. but he's well aware that you're now awake when you wrap your hand over his, effectively stopping his strokes moments before he cums.
heat creeps up his neck at being caught. your hand trails lower as you whisper, "even at times like this, i'm yours to have."
he lets out a shaky breath, but his conviction is solid. "i'll never disturb you for a need i can satiate on my own. not like that."
the mere implication of your words was enough to shake any hint of sleep from him, now fully awake and present. the thought of doing something such as that would never cross his mind.
you bring your hand up to cup his jaw, sultry eyes peering up at him. "then come to bed earlier and let me take care of you."
now that was something he could work with. he brings his lips to your own and mumbles in agreement. after this exchange he's prepared to call it a night, his earlier frustration a fading memory, when you disappear under the sheets. and at the warmth that envelopes him, sleep becomes a distant thought.
❁ itto
fours rounds before bed apparently still wasn't enough for itto. he awoke a few hours after falling asleep, hard from a dream where you were--no, no he can't think about it. if he thinks about it his problem won't go away. but not thinking about it isn't helping either.
he resolves to ignore the ache and go back to sleep, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling you in close with his face tucked into your hair. but all that does is rub your ass against his already sensitive cock and now he's greedy for more. he shudders at the feeling, breath catching in his throat. he tries to resist, he really does, but he's weak when it comes to you.
the next movement is accidental, he tells himself. he's just trying to get comfortable. but that little taste is all he needs to be rutting against your ass. it's not the rough thrusts from earlier in the night, but something sloppy and vaguely desperate. all the while, he's still cautious, unwanting to wake you.
guilt is distant feeling creeping closer as he continues to drag the length of his cock against you. but that all dissolves when he feels your gentle hand on the back of his neck. he sucks in a breath, uncaring of the hair in his mouth.
"is this okay?" he asks, voice a rough whisper. "tell me it's okay."
at times like this, it's like his personality does a complete shift. it sends a heat through you and you just want to hear more of it. you don't have the energy for another round, were barely able to keep up earlier, but this--this is fine. your reply comes out a mumble, "it's okay."
the arms wrapped around your waist tighten and his speed quickens, chasing what he's craved since his interrupted dream of you. he doesn't stop until his cum is coating your back.
❁ thoma
the sun still has a bit of a journey before the first rays begin to peak over the horizon. yet thoma is regretfully awake to begin the day's duties. which wouldn't be so bad any other day, but today he awoke with an ache. he feels only a little guilty as he trails kisses down your naked body--the memory of that little fact doing nothing to help his case--scattering them across your thighs and gently coaxing you from sleep.
as he nestles between your thighs, you begin to stir, a soft murmur of his name falling from your lips as your hips wiggle at the first lick of his tongue. your hands gravitate to his hair, urging him on from those teasing kitten licks. he's quick to get the hint. he groans into you as his tongue delves between your slick folds.
in moments like this, even when he’s desperate to alleviate the growing ache, he prioritizes your pleasure over his. always. it's no fun for him if you're not enjoying it. but being buried between your legs is as enjoyable for him as it is for you. his mouth works you like a man who’s forgotten the last time he’s had a meal. it’s sloppy, yet not without thought behind each movement. his tongue licks long, languid stripes up through your folds, flicking across your sensitive clit. his mouth closes over the aching bud to suck and slurp. every lewd sound he makes mixes with the ones he’s drawing out of you.
he would have stayed there a lot longer if you weren't pulling on his hair. he crawls up your body, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. when he gets to your face he gives you a sleepy grin, and says simply, "good morning."
"a very good morning," you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and one leg hooking around his back to pull him closer.
his gaze drifts to the window where he can see just enough of the sky to decide he can spare a few more minutes with you before he gets ready for the day. the slight roll of his hips against you is all you need to understand his plan.
❁ kaeya
archons above, he really can't stand those little shorts of yours. it's gotten to the point they haunt him in his dreams. nightmares, really. the slight peak of your ass is always taunting him in wake and sleep. not to mention the way they hug you so perfectly, sculpting you ass and framing your thighs, his eyes can't help but stare as you walk by him. it doesn't help that he knows you're wearing them right now.
it's no secret to you that he has a rather strong fixation on your ass and thighs. it's those thighs he wants to feel right now, highlighted by those little sleep shorts. he has a long day ahead of him, he should be sleeping, but the only thing on his mind is you.
there's little shame as he reaches down between your bodies and frees his cock from its confines, one hand holding onto your hip. a shiver crawls down every nerve of his spine as he slips his cock between your plush thighs, the warmth enveloping him like a sinful hug. he bites back a moan, swallowing it as it wells up in his throat. chewing on his lower lip, he rolls his hips once.
and it's enough to shatter whatever self-control he has left.
a strangled moan leaves his lips and there's nothing he can do to stop it. his thrusts pick up pace, racing him towards his climax he's desperately sought since crawling into bedside you and feeling the expanse of the bare skin of your legs. he's so close, so close--
"kaeya." your voice cuts through the room, thick with sleep. his hips stutter but don't stop.
"couldn't help myself," he groans. "not when you're dressed like this."
you hummed in response, hand covering his as his thrusts pick up pace again. warm breath fans across your neck. it's not long until he's painting your thighs. and soon after rolling you on your back to lay between your legs.
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𝚸𝐋𝚬𝚨𝐒𝐔𝐑𝚬 𝐑𝚬𝚨𝐃𝚰𝚴𝐆
ft. alhaitham, diluc, thoma, kazuha
syn: they take an interest in the book you've been reading recently
cw: suggestive, mentions of erotic novels, gn!reader
a/n: i'm iffy on diluc's, but v proud of alhaitham's
❁ alhaitham
in all the time you'd been together, he'd never seen you so engrossed in a book before. he'd seen you read many times, but not with such an intense look in your eyes, like you were devouring whatever lay within those pages. it piqued his curiosity, to say the least.
the most interesting part of it all was the fact you never left it unattended. almost as if you didn't want him to look at it. he'd tried to peek over shoulder at point only for you to shift your position on the couch so he couldn't see the pages. that annoyed him. but made him all the more determined to find out what the books was.
his moment finally arose when he noticed the book laying peacefully on your nightstand. he'd come home ready for a nap but that initially plan was forgotten the moment he laid eyes on that little tome. he carried it to the living room and made himself comfortable as he opened to the first page, pleasantly surprised by the contents within.
hours later you found him lounging on the couch, nose tucked into a book. it was far from an unusual sight. until you took a second glance at the book in his hands. it dawned on you then that you had forgotten to tuck it into the drawer of your nightstand before you fell asleep last night, and in your rush to leave on time that morning it remained in plain sight. heat rose to your cheeks as you took him in. he was completely unfazed as he turned the page.
"alhaitham," you said, voice weak. he didn't acknowledge your presence. "what are you reading?"
"it's your book, you should know. don't bother asking a question you know the answer to, it's a waste of breath." his eyes trailed the words printed on the paper as he spoke, still not looking at you.
you tried to take the book from his hands but he moved it out of your reach with one hand and caught your wrist with the other. "haitham, please," you whined, tugging weakly against his grip. he let you go without a fight. "put the book down."
"why? i'm almost finished with it."
with a pathetic groan, you threw yourself on the couch next to him, waiting in agony until he finally snapped the book shut with one hand. you peeked at him from the corner of your eye, but his expression gave nothing away.
"you have an interesting taste in literature," he said, finally, "but i can't fault you, it's well written and the plot is captivating."
"that's all?" you asked, expecting more from him. mostly something chastising.
he held the book out to you. "don't suggest recreating the kitchen scene. there were too many utensils involved."
❁ diluc
he found the sight of you curled up on the couch with a book rather endearing. you always looked so happy in those moments. and you'd always tell him about them over dinner or on walks around vineyard. he absolutely adored these moments. so much so that he wanted to be able to have an in depth conversation about one these books you loved so much. he figured the one you had just finished, one he'd often seen you with, and still had yet to tell him anything about would be a good place to start. a nice little surprise. since there must be something about it if you’re keeping it to yourself.
what he hadn't expected was to be met with a very detailed sex scene halfway through. it had started off so innocent and sweet, exactly the way he'd expect a romance to go. and then all of a sudden the scene took quite a turn. yet he couldn't pull his eyes away from the pages. he kept wondering why you would read something like this.
maybe he wasn't satisfying you well enough? and you needed this to make up for his shortcomings. his thoughts kept spiraling as he turned page after page. he'd read his share of romances--even ones similar to this--but discovering this in your possession, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd disappointed you. which may be wrong, but he couldn't stave off the thoughts.
this could end up being his worst decision, but he felt he had no other choice if he wished to quell his worries. the first chance he got, he sat opposite you at the dining room table and slid the book across the table and asked, "am i not performing well enough for you?"
you were at a complete loss for words, staring in disbelief at the book in front of you. "what?"
"in the bedroom. am i not satisfying you enough? it's the only reason i can think of that you'd read this book so many times. and so often."
despite your best efforts, you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. you folded your hands over his, squeezing tightly as you composed yourself. "i assure you it is just the romance that i'm reading it for. and even if i did use it for my personal reasons, it'd be you i'm thinking about, diluc. honestly, how could i ever imagine myself with another man when i have you."
he mulled over your words for a moment. "do you have more books like this?"
there was silence for a long moment. then you said, "so many."
"is this one your favorite?" because whether it be or not, he still wanted to talk to you about what you enjoyed, even if it almost gave him whiplash the first time. he was prepared now. after quite possibly making a fool of himself. nor could he deny that, feelings of insecurity aside, he rather enjoyed the book.
❁ thoma
he'd never seen you with the book before. but he found it on a table in your shared home, your favorite bookmark tucked within the pages. it was partially hidden under some decorative books, which he found strange. curiosity got the better of him and he opened to the marked page.
you hadn't left off on a noteworthy scene, so he flipped back and skimmed the text. his brows rose at what he read, a sly grin curving his lips. this little discovery was by far the highlight of his week. he made himself comfortable on the couch and read through a few chapters, making mental notes of his favorite scenes for later.
the cover and first chapter were entirely misleading, having one believe it was just an innocent romance. by the end of the second chapter the two lead characters were already falling into bed together. the main plot was obviously overshadowed by the many sex scenes. if it wasn't for the detailed yet flowy writing style, he would have put it down immediately. honestly, he could see why you were enjoying it. and why you might want to keep it hidden from him.
as if to further his enjoyment, you walked through the front door, a bag of groceries slung over one shoulder. he drew your attention to him as he spoke from his place on the couch.
"i knew yae publishing was going to venture into new genres, but this wasn't what i expected. nor did i think you'd be into this sort of story. it is interesting, though, in it's own way. these positions are what's most intriguing. should we try them sometime?"
the bag on your shoulder dropped to the floor, a few vegetables rolling out and away. you marched over to him with a blush burning your face.
"give it back," you said, reaching for the book. he held it held it away with one hand and held you back with the other, laughing as you pouted.
eyes shining, he said, "not so fast. answer me this: who do you think is better in bed, me or him?" he waved the book for emphasis.
you huffed. "he wouldn't be so cruel."
"a few scenes say otherwise."
❁ kazuha
anytime the crux fleet docked, you made it your mission to stock up with a stack of new books. reading was one of the few ways to not lose your mind at sea. it was peaceful, but there was such a thing as too much peace, even with a crew as rowdy as the one on the ship.
kazuha rarely touched your haphazard stacks, but while you were out of the room, he found himself picking up the nearest one. there were little scraps of paper marking pages throughout the book, but didn't let his curiosity allow him to spoil anything. he opened it to the first page and began reading. he was only a quarter of the way through when the first explicit scene came up. it just so happened to be one of the marked scenes.
it wasn't what he'd normally expect of a scene like this. there was care put into its writing. a sensuality that drew him further in. it ignited feelings of familiar moments. it captured perfectly, in his opinion, what that moment felt like. or what it should feel like. what he knew it to be.
as he read on, he made note of certain parts that he wanted to try out later. nothing too crazy or experimental, but things he thought you might like. he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of some of these things before.
the door to the cramped room opened and he gave a little "hello".
"of all the ones to read, you chose that one?" you said by way of greeting. he closed the book over finger to mark his place, though he was close to the end, and looked your way.
"something led me to this one. and for good reason. i can see why you would enjoy this."
"is that so?" you asked, raising a brow. you made your way to sit beside him on the small bed. it was truly a feat to both fit on it sometimes, but for the most part it was cozy.
"mhm. do you read this when i'm not around? i only ask because of the many bookmarks."
"does it bother you that i do?" there wasn't a hint of guilt or shame in your response. you had needs, and there were time he wasn't around to help.
he didn't hesitate, "no. as long as you're enjoying yourself, i see no problem at all. however, it has given me some ideas."
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𝐖𝐇𝚬𝚴 𝐘𝚶𝐔 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝚰𝐑𝚻 𝐅𝚶𝐑 𝚻𝐇𝚬 𝐅𝚰𝐑𝐒𝚻 𝚻𝚰𝐌𝚬
ft. bokuto, tsukishima, iwaizumi, akaashi
cw: 18+ mdni, squirting (obvi), unprotected sex, allusions to overstimulation, oral (f receiving, fingering
a/n: just a quick little something for y'all (repost on new blog)
❁ bokuto
at this point, you lost track of how many times he'd already made you cum. it was all you could do to grip the sheets while he held onto your hips, legs resting on his shoulders as he fucked roughly into you. his thick cock stretched your pussy, hitting every spot to have your toes curling.
he's focused, eyes trained on the way your pussy sucks him in with every thrust. it was the same look he had whenever he spiked a ball. you were on the cusp of yet another orgasm. he could tell, too. the grip he had on your hips tightened, his pace getting ever so slightly quicker.
"come on, baby, give me one more."
you moaned, unable to get any words out. so consumed in your pleasure, you failed to notice the difference in your impending orgasm until it was too late. you were squirting all over his chest and stomach, coating even your own thighs. it dripped down his body.
he pulled out of you, the hold on your hips slackening. "if you had to pee you could have said something."
heat flared in every inch of your face, hands coming up immediately to cover it. you had to pretend he didn't exist for a moment in order to get your bearings again. explaining to him that you didn't pee on him was not what you had planned for the night.
❁ tsukishima
he's always been pretty plain in bed. rarely deviating from missionary and keeping the same pace. sure he'll spice it up a little bit from time to time, but you wanted him to let loose. it took some time to get him comfortable with the idea. and you didn't regret it.
with your legs pressed up near your head, he was hitting spots he'd never even come close to before. his thrusts were faster, rougher. it wasn't long until you were seeing stars. it seemed it was having a similar effect on him, as well, if the string of swears and groans was anything to go by.
you gripped onto his forearms, nails digging crescents into his skin. your former vanilla boyfriend was now wholly relentless. never slowing for even a moment. never faltering as your pussy squeezed around him. that's when you felt it. a budding orgasm with something else lurking within it.
before you could say anything, a moan erupted out of you as you came. you felt something releasing from you, but only distantly caring until the height of your pleasure subsided. it was only then that you realized what had happened. your squirt coated the plane of his stomach and yours. had stopped his thrusts, looking blankly down at you.
"warn me next time," he said. his words were sharp but the twitch of his cock was unmistakable. you really didn't regret anything.
❁ iwaizumi
in all the time you've been together, not once had he made you squirt. he made it own personal goal to make you. a nice challenge--that he eventually forgot about. that is, until tonight.
in front of a mirror on the floor, you were on your hands and knees, barely able to hold yourself up as he was pounding into you. he loved taking you from behind. it allowed to play with the soft flesh of your ass. but he also loved watching your face as you fell apart beneath him. this was his genius solution.
you were a moaning mess as he hit that one spot repeatedly. your arms were shaking with the effort to keep yourself upright. the tightness in your core built up, along with another semi-familiar feeling. you tried to warn him, but the words died on your tongue as he slammed his hips into you. it was the last push you needed.
your orgasm washed over you, accompanied by a rush of liquid. his thrusts paused as he watched you in the mirror, collapsing onto your forearms. his cock throbbed in your tight walls. he groaned at the sight.
a moment later he was picking up his rough pace again. he snaked an arm around your waist, holding you up. "shit, baby, do that again."
having finally realized his goal, he wasn't going to stop anytime soon. it would be a while before he was fully satisfied.
❁ akaashi
he came home from a long at the office, and all he wanted was to relieve was a bit of his stress. that was how you found yourself with him between your thighs, your hands buried in his hair.
he alternated between sucking on your clit and giving it little licks. his slender fingers curled inside your pussy. he wasn't in any rush tonight, taking his time with bringing you to your high. it was torturous for you. you were so close to that edge, needing just a little more to get there. it took a good amount of begging to get him to increase the speed of his fingers.
when he finally did, the force of your orgasm surprised even you. squirting on lower half of his face. but he didn't pull away, didn't stop the movement of his fingers until your trembling body calmed down. he wiped his face clean and looked up at you.
"i'm sorry," you said, covering your face with your arms. it was too much to even look at him. "i'm sorry."
he crawled up the length of your body, gently moving your arms away from your face. he placed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. "don't apologize," he whispered, kissing the other corner of your lips. "you're so pretty when you cum for me."
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𝐇𝚶𝐖 𝐃𝚶 𝐘𝚶𝐔 𝐖𝚨𝚴𝚻 𝐌𝚬?
syn: different positions the tr men like to fuck you in
ft. ran, rindou, chifuyu, hanma, kazutora
cw: 18+ mdni, f!reader, ig technically public sex in hanma's, mutual masturbation (kazutora), mentions of creampie
a/n: a lil something bc i love y'all sm, going back to my roots with this one
p.s. my kazutora favoritism is showing with this one
❁ ran
sure he can win some fights with ease, but he tires easily and some days he just doesn't have the energy to keep up with you. it's not that he doesn't want to fuck you--because he craves you more than anything--it's just one of those days he want to lie back. but it's also an excuse to see in his favorite way. mounted on top of him while you hands splay across his chest, face contorting with pleasure as you chase your high. his hands run up and down your hips as you bounce a steady rhythm. his eyes are torn between looking at the way your pretty pussy sinks down around his cock and the way your tits bounce with each desperate grind of your hips. but what he loves most is watching from below as you crumble from your orgasm, crying out his name and fucking yourself through your high. he's no longer tired or lazy after that sight. he's greedy. it happens every time. he draws you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your back and rutting his hips into you. all while whispering how amazing you are into your hair.
❁ rindou
was there truly anything better than coming home late after a long day and seeing his favorite person lounging in bed, ass on full display and clothed with only your pretty panties? he stalks over to the bed, paying to mind to the video playing on your phone, and palms the soft mounds of your ass once he's within reach. it's impossible to keep your surprised yelp from escaping, but it dissolves into a soft giggle when you realize who's interrupted your adjusted nightly routine. he doesn't even bother taking off his clothes or what remains of yours. he doesn't even give you time for a proper greeting or to flip over for a moment. he just needs to be in you. hoisting you up to your knees and sinking in from behind as far in as he can reach, before pulling out to just the tip. he repeats the action a few times, until he can't take it any longer, the hunger he has for you taking over. it takes no time at all to build a quick pace, his hips meeting your ass. he's mesmerized by the way it moves with each of his pounding thrusts. he can't help but grabbed you roughly, squeezing and palming the soft flesh. before he knows it, you're fluttering around his cock, gripping the sheets and moaning his name. he slips out of you and decorated your ass in his cum. his second favorite site.
❁ chifuyu
it can't be denied that he's a bit of an eternal romantic. other positions are fun and exciting, but he'll always gravitate towards the classic missionary. it allows for an unmatched intimacy in his opinion. with your legs tangled in his, fingers digging into his shoulder blades, and lips meeting his kiss for kiss. the slow roll of his hips leaving you to gasp into his mouth, back arching ever so slightly. he loves looking down at you, with your eyes falling shut and head rolling back, soft moans pouring from your lips. the gentle caress of your face has your eyes fluttering open, meeting his awestruck expression. the hazy look in your eyes has his hips getting sharper. he coaxes one of your legs up to wrap around him. your head tilts back at the sudden friction against your clit, a sigh falling past your lips. he takes the opportunity with your exposed neck, attaching his lips to the sensitive spot there. he's there long enough to leave a mark. the moment you thread your fingers through his hair and tug, he's ready to cum. but he'll hold for however long it takes for you to get there. simply because he wants to reach that high with you at the exact same time, and he'd be damned if he got there before you.
❁ hanma
he's a busy man constantly at his office and sometimes until late in the night. on those nights, he wants nothing more than to see you, but the work seem to never stop piling up. but tonight's different. as if you sensed his thoughts, you show up to his office in comfortable clothes with takeout in hand--wholly intent on eating a very late dinner with him and keeping him company until he's ready to go home. but you have such a unique effect on him. no matter what you wore, he was always ready to pounce on you. as soon as you're within reach, he's tugging you into his lap, his chest pressing against your back. surely he can spare a few minutes to indulge in something far more enjoyable. with his lips on your neck, he makes quick work of your pants, sliding them down so you can kick them off the rest of the way. and then he's guiding you by your hips down the full length of his cock. he leans back in his chair, hand holding lightly to your sides as he urges you to move with a subtle roll of his hips. he loves watching you get yourself off on his cock. he’ll let you use him any time you want. because the feeling of being inside you, the sound of your pretty moans, all of it is too good to resist. he adores the way you clench around him as your orgasm approaches, fingers digging tightly into his thighs as you ride out your high. he can’t help the feeling that swells within him as you beg him to come inside you. nor can he help the feeling that swells with your little whimper when he tells you that you have to work for it.
❁ kazutora
even since before you started dating, he'd been nervous around you. it took him ages to ask you out. you were his first everything and he was afraid of letting you down. that nervousness hasn't stopped even after two years together. he's far from experienced and still worried he won't be able to satisfy you even with your reassurances. but one thing is for certain: he loves seeing your pleasure. being the one who caused it was one thing, but he actually realized it when he accidentally walked in on your fucking yourself with his name on your tongue. he'd never gotten so hard so fast in his entire life. it took him some time to bring up the idea of masturbating together and it surprised you, but you went along with it despite how flustered it made you. every so often, he'd suggest it, a desperate note to his voice. all day he couldn't get the image of you out of his head and the moment he stepped through the front door, he sought you out. the time in between was a blur all he wanted was what he had right in front of him. his eyes watch you as one of your hands rubs at your clit, the other toying with your breast. his hand is slow to stroke his cock, to consumed in watching unfold before him. his breathing grows ragged when you cum on your fingers, arching into your hand and his name on your lips. and suddenly he can’t take the ache anymore. his hand isn��t enough. all he wants is to be buried in the sweetness of your pussy. it’s messy but it’s still too good to complain.
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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝚻 𝚨 𝚻𝚨𝐒𝚻𝚬
syn: it's just them eating you out
ft. draken, shinichiro, sanzu, ran, mitsuya
cw: 18+ mdni, f!reader, oral, male masturbation, edging, fingering, bed humping(?), overstimulation, ran calls you “doll”, i think that’s all
a/n: idek what to say, enjoy
❁ draken
early rays of sun peeked through the window, casting a dim glow in the room. the bedsheets were in disarray, draken's head nestled comfortably between your legs. his hands held onto your ass, holding you firmly against his face.
his nose pressed against your clit as his tongue worked it’s way in and out of your wet pussy. he nuzzled his face deeper, the subtle friction against your clit sending a jolt through your body. your back arched instinctively. your hands moving to grip his hair, pulling him harder against you. utterly desperate for that jolt to course through you again.
little gasps met with whimpers. your voice quietly begging him for more, more, more. “kenny, i—” your voice cut off with a strained moan as he rubbed his nose against your clit again.
his cock throbbed at the sound. he loved going down on you. he could get off solely from eating you out. seeing you like that, getting you off on his mouth alone, it turned him on more than he'd ever admit aloud. however, his pride wouldn't let him cum so easily, not when you were splayed out in front of him.
his paced quickened, tongue lapping with a new vigor. he wanted you to cum. his hands gripped tighter on your ass, pressing his face impossibly further into you. his groans muffled and reverberating.
your breathing quickened as the knot in your core tightened. and when you finally came, back arching, his name fell from your lips in a loud moan, slurred and barely recognizable.
as your trembling subsided, mind beginning to clear, he started his fervent ministrations again. it took every ounce of strength you could pull together to push off his face. his breathing was heavy, eyes dark with insatiable lust. "just a little longer," he said. "'m not done yet."
❁ shinichiro
the perfect way to end the night, for him at least, was with you on his face. the stress of the day knotted every muscle of his body, and you were always his remedy. as soon as the night calmed, both of you crawling into bed bare-bodied, he pulled you by the waist onto his face.
your body bowed above him at the first lick. he was still getting used to the motions even months after your first time. his inexperience shined through still, his tongue splitting your folds with no clear goal other than to have you on every tastebud. it was sloppy, and yet, your thighs were already trembling on either side of his head.
his lips wrapped around your clit and give it an exaggerated suck. he hummed as he let it go. and immediately delved back in. your hands held weakly to the headboard, trying to keep yourself upright. the effort became more with each long lick he gave you. his fingers tightened on your thighs. he'd probably end up leaving bruises that he'd kiss in the morning.
your hips ground against his face, the action eliciting a moan from him. your orgasm was swift-approaching, creeping up on you until it was washing over. shinichiro did his best to lap up every last drop but some of it still dripped down the sides of his face.
as your heavy breathing calmed and heart settled, you were about to crawl off him and repay him, he flipped you onto your back, face already gravitating back to your pussy.
“shin, what are you—” you cut off with a moan as he licked one long stripe up to your puffy clit and swirled his tongue around it, eyes large as he looked up at you.
he pulled away long enough to say, “‘want just a little more, baby.”
❁ sanzu
beyond the door of his office, muffled voices and other elements of the bustling workers barely reached you in your pleasured state. he loved inviting to the office for this very reason. he knew how worked up you got over the fear of getting caught, how it excited and worried you. the evidence of the former all over the lower half of his face.
it didn’t help that he was loud, slurping exaggeratedly on your sopping pussy. if anyone got too close to the door, there’s no doubt they’d hear him and the sounds of you struggling to suppress your moans.
your back arched against his desk, your thighs squeezing around his head. both of your hands clamped over your mouth but your noises still seeped into the space around you. it was as though sanzu didn’t even acknowledge anything beyond the movements of his mouth your cunt. his tongue slipping between your folds and delving into the depths of your desperate hole.
distantly, you heard the sound of him struggling with his belt and pants zipper. a deep groan reverberated through your body as it met with your pussy. the whole scene had him uncomfortable in his pants. he needed to ease the ache. the strokes of his hand matched the pace of his mouth.
he could have cum right then, as you gripped his hair, pussy spasming on his mouth as you came. he gave one last messy kiss to you pussy before surfacing, hovering over your shaking form, the lower half of his face wet with your cum. he was already lining up his cock with your entrance.
“such a pretty pussy,” he murmured, grinning.
❁ ran
sounds from you echoed in the otherwise quiet room. ran lay, still fully dressed in his work clothes, between your legs. his tongue worked you slowly, a torturous pace that had you on the brink of tears.
his hands rested on your chest, toying your tits. you wiggled you hips, desperately trying for more friction. he pinched your nipples in warning. the whine left you without thought. your hands tugged weakly at his hair. your voice wobbled, thick with the threat of tears, "ran, please. please."
it was pathetic. you couldn't even form the full sentence. it was too hard for you to translate the abstract thought into words, praying he understood. and he did, but he couldn't let off you that easy.
"please, what, hm?" he said, grinning against your wet lips. you whimpered, tugging him by the hair to get him to give your aching pussy the attention it needed. he tsked at you and huffed a laughed. "say it doll, that's the only way."
"faster," you whined. you didn't look at him, knowing that he was wearing a teasing smirk, enjoying the hell he was putting you through. he was a devil and you’d offer your soul in that moment for your release. "'wanna cum."
he was silent for a long moment. and then his mouth was back on you, faster than before, hurtling you towards your long awaited orgasm. and when it took you over he didn’t stop. nor did he stop when the second one ended and blurred with the next.
your pussy ached, thighs trembling and weak. you pushed pathetically at his head, tears rolling down your face. “stop. ‘s too much.”
“too much?” he repeated, amused. “didn’t you want to cum? or you tired of cumming with my mouth? is that it?”
a fiend, you thought through the murky mess of your mind. he crawled up the length of your body, cock nudging teasingly at your spent hole.
“careful what you wish for, doll.” he whispered against your ear. “we’re not done yet.”
❁ mitsuya
though he had his studio, his room still bore the evidence of his work, design materials scattered throughout. what had started as a personal fitting quickly evolved into something hotter, something heavier. there was nothing he adored more than you, he’d do anything to make you happy. make you clothes, cook your favorite meal, go down on you until you begged him to fuck you.
and that’s just what he was doing. he doesn't do it for himself or because he likes it—though he does—but because he loves seeing you blissed out. his named falling softly from your lips as you reach your high, hands tangled in and tugging at his hair. all those pretty noises meeting his ears. he'd always get hard thinking about it.
his head was nestled between your thighs, moaning against you as your fingers knotted in his hair.
"taka—" his heart beat a frantic rhythm at your cut off moan, the same moment he slipped a finger inside your cunt. when you moaned again, his name left you in unbroken syllables.
his hips bucked against the mattress instinctively. he couldn't help it. with the way you were moaning his name, gripping his hair so tightly, his cock was beginning to ache. he wanted to sink into the warmth of your pussy but he wasn't done yet. not even close.
he took his time devouring you, humping the bed at the same pace of his tongue and finger. neither of you knew how long you there, propped on the pillows and his face in your pussy. but it didn’t matter. not when it felt so good. not when you were cumming on his face with a gentle cry of his name, pushing hips against him. his cock twitched, cumming on the sheets.
your pussy was still spasming around his finger as he slipped it out. your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. he trailed a line of kisses up your body, stopping at your mouth. if he didn’t want to fuck so bad he’d spend hours more between your legs.
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𝐒𝚶𝐌𝚬𝚻𝐇𝚰𝚴𝐆 𝐒𝚶 𝚸𝐑𝚬𝐂𝚰𝚶𝐔𝐒
ft. shinichiro
cw: 18+ mdni, f!reader, tit sucking, fingering, finger sucking, soft sex, creampie
a/n: i wrote most of this after i cried in the shower for an hour, call this therapy and the reason for any poor writing (i love shin so much the loml)
he coveted these rare early mornings with you. when he'd wake up just before you and bask in your beauty. until you woke up, blearily blinking away the remnants of sleep and smiling so sweetly at him.
his fingers twirled the ends of your hair on your pillow. “good morning,” he murmured, a slight rasp to his voice, letting his fingers drift over your collarbone and lower, until they were dancing on the collar of your tank top.
you barely managed to reply before he tugged the material down, successfully exposing your breasts. supporting himself on one forearm, he let his head dip down and sucked one nipple into his mouth. what was he if not a man who loved every inch of you, especially your tits.
you hummed at the sensation of his tongue swirling around the peaked bud. he wrapped his lips around it again, sucking gently as his free hand pinched your other nipple.
“shin,” his name left you on a shaky breath. your fingers swept through his hair, brushing back what lay on his forehead only for it to fall right back. he looked so pretty like this. his eyes lidded and focused on his task. his mouth moving deftly. the pads of his fingers toying with your other breast.
and then, because he couldn’t resist it, the hand on your breast trailed slowly down, slipping beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. he ran his fingers over your panties, feeling the wetness already collecting there. he moaned against you as you whimpered at his touch, hips instinctively pushing against his hand.
he slid your panties to the side, running his fingers through your folds. he circled your clit teasingly until you wiggled your hips impatiently. he grazed his teeth over your nipple in warning, but slipped a finger in your desperate hole. he drank in the noise you made, letting it warm him. because everything you did set his body on fire.
he let a second finger join the first. his mouth was getting sloppy. his heart raced with the growing ache of his cock. but he wanted to feel you cum on his fingers first. he let go of your nipple with a messy pop, opting instead to litter your tits with little hickies.
he could feel your pussy clench around his fingers, nearly there. he pressed the palm of his hand against your clit with every thrust of his hand.
“cum for me, baby,” he rasped into the valley of your breasts. with a last graze of his palm against your clit, you came on his fingers. pussy spasming around him. he didn’t stop his movements until the height of your orgasm subsided.
he pulled out his fingers and brought them to your lips. you watched his face as you parted your lips and sucked his fingers clean. his eyes never left your mouth, and you didn’t miss the heavy breath escaping him.
when you let his fingers go he rolled on top of you, settling himself between your legs. he pulled the loose fabric of your shorts, along with your panties, to the side and slid his cock into your sensitive pussy. but he didn’t move beyond that. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. he cradled your head with one hand, the other keeping him supported above you.
his lips moved in sync with yours, and when he gave that first slow roll of his hips, he swallowed your moan. this early in the morning, all he wanted was to feel you. he didn't care to get rough. simply existing with you before the obligations of the day took him away from you was all he needed. and he wanted to draw it out for as long as possible.
your wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close as he continued his lazy thrusts. if only this moment could last a little longer than it would, holding you in his arms while he fucked you slow. no desperation to reach his high so long as he got to watch you fall apart beneath him.
and as the minutes ticked by, his hips thrusting deep and steady, he did just that. your pussy squeezing around his cock as you came again. back arching and fingers digging into his shoulder blades as you moaned his name into his ear. he buried his face in your neck, biting down gently on the sensitive skin, and came inside you.
his breathing was heavy as he lifted his head and looked into your eyes. he grinned lazily. “good morning,” he repeated.
you held his face in both hands, returning his smile with a blissful one of your own. “good morning.”
#this is so bad but idc#i’m beyond a point of caring at the moment#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyorev smut#tokyorev x reader#tokrev smut#tokrev x reader#shinichiro smut#shinichiro x reader#゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟlyn writes
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𝚸𝐑𝚶𝐌𝚰𝐒𝚬 𝚰𝚴 𝐇𝚬𝐋𝐋
♱ — starring : toji fushiguro
♱ — collection : kinktober masterlist
♱ — synopsis : his on-again off-again nature can be so tiring, but every time he shows up your door can't help cut let him in. things take a heated turn after a painful confrontation.
♱ — length : 4.5k
♱ — warnings : 18+ mdni, f!reader, angst, size kink, dacryphilia, minor cnc, fingering, tit sucking, one instance of sir kink, overstimulation, creampie
♱ — notes : toji canonically loved megumi's mom so why can't he love reader the same way? in this essay i will—
for the better part of the night, toji’s phone was pinging with a slew of texts from you. he tapped a finger on the rim of his glass, staring at the other end of the bar from his place in the corner, and slipped the phone from his pocket. it took him a moment to look at the screen. a dull pang shot through him.
please, i just need to know you’re ok.
the words twisted his heart. he read the ones that came in before. a mix of pleas for him to talk to you and cursing his entire existence. with the occasional, i’m just worried about you thrown into the mix. he shouldn’t be surprised. this always happened and it was always his fault. he wasn’t too far up his own ass that he didn’t realize it. and while he felt guilty for causing you so much distress tonight, he was tired. you should get this hint if he wasn’t answering.
he brought his glass to his lips and shut off his phone.
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two days had passed and toji still hadn’t responded to you. you stopped trying to reach him yesterday afternoon when you realized your messages weren’t being delivered. the anxiety ebbed away steadily over the last day, replaced with anger. rain hit the window in the living room, a sound that normally you’d enjoy, but now was just a nuisance.
curled up on the couch in nothing but your underwear and his t-shirt, you stared at the tv, trying to get lost in the show but it was no use. even though you didn’t want to, your mind kept wandering back to him. wondering what the hell he could be doing that he couldn’t text you a simple im fine. tears welled in your eyes against your will, forming a painful lump in your throat you tried to swallow away.
heavy knocks landed on your front door, louder than the rain pounding on the windows, and drew your attention away from the tv. you knew who it was standing on the other side. no one knocked like that except for him. steady, firm, and never more or less than three. you took your time turning off the tv and making your way over to the door. if he wanted to keep his distance why was he always crawling back to your apartment? he could wait a little longer.
you inched the door open and peered at him through the crack. he looked relaxed as ever, hands tucked in his pockets and eyes looking distantly down the hall. he looked to you when the door creaked. “what?” the word came out sharper than you’d intended.
“let me stay the night.”
a crease formed between your brows, eyes narrowing. “you go from avoiding me to asking for a place to stay? i don’t think so.”
you started to close the door but he shoved his foot into the gap. his hand wrapped around the edge of the door, prying it open enough that he could see you. “don’t be like that,” he said. he held up a finger to cut you off when you opened your mouth to argue. “you send me a thousand texts to come see you and now you turn me away—”
“because you disappeared without a word,” you shouted, his raised hand unable to prevent your outburst. inside, you prayed your neighbors magically had worse than average hearing, lest you get hit with a noise complaint in the morning. “a whole week, toji. a whole week of you ignoring my texts and calls. i thought you were dead. how long have you kept this up? do you have any idea?”
“a year.” his answer was quick, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t shock you. “the first six months were fine. after that it was hell.”
“hell?” you could do nothing to hide the hurt washing over your face, twisting every beautiful feature into something so painful for him to look at. tears brimmed in your eyes, voice wobbling as you spoke. “is being with me really hell for you?”
“the hell isn’t being with you,” he said slowly. “it’s thinking i deserve to be with you.”
your face fell at his confession. there were no words that came to you that would be an appropriate response. you both stood there, staring wordlessly at each other. he broke eye contact first, looking at a point over your shoulder and swallowing hard.
he hated this. he hated that he’d ever met you. he hated that you offered him a soul. hated that you made him believe he could be something more than he was. most of all, he hated that he couldn’t voice any of the things he truly wanted to say to you—the things that actually mattered and needed to be said.
“let me stay the night,” he repeated, still not looking at you. that expression on your face was too much for him to bear. hidden in his pockets, his hand clenched tightly into fists. but he relaxed if only a bit at your next action.
you took a step back, letting the door open as you moved, and mumbled out an, “ok.”
he stepped inside, arm brushing yours as he walked past you. he let the warmth of your apartment envelope him. there was something so comforting about the place you called home. but it was shadowed by delusion.
after locking the door, you hovered there. a myriad of thoughts rushed in your mind, each one more confusing than the last. you let your forehead fall against the cold door, arms hanging uselessly by your sides. taking a steadying breath, you peered over your shoulder. toji had found a place on your couch, broad back hunched over with his arms on his knees. his back was to you, but you could just imagine how his hands were tightly clasped, mouth pressed into a firm line and tugging at the scar on the right side of his mouth. a similar intensity he watched games with.
on quiet feet, you walked towards him. the couch had a low back, which wasn’t always comfortable but it was what you could afford. it was perfect right now, it allowed you to reach over and wrap your arms around his muscular shoulders. holding him in a similar fashion to the way he’d once held you after watching a tragic romance movie. it was such a mundane moment, one you cradled in your heart. his body had always been hard and so much bigger than yours. but it was comforting.
he laid a gentle hand over where your wrists overlapped. six months of bliss. frequent dates, late nights, mind-blowing sex. and then alternating periods of no contact followed by him turning up at your door with zero explanations. you had put up with it for so long, but not anymore. you wanted to be with him and to do that you needed to understand him. he had to be willing to give as much as he took.
“talk to me,” you murmured into the back of his neck, placing a soft kiss where his hair curled against the skin.
he shook his head. you swung a leg over the back of the couch and hauled yourself beside him. you hugged his arm, speaking softly, “do you remember the night we met?”
he turned his head to look at you, curiosity piqued. you continued, “i thought you were scary. attractive, but scary. when you approached me i swore you were going to say something corny.”
toji narrowed his eyes at you. “is this supposed a way for you to insult me disguised as a sweet moment?”
“it’s nice to know you do have a heart,” you teased, patting his arm lightly. “as i was saying, you gave me a heartfelt compliment about my outfit instead.” you smiled dreamily at the memory. “talking to you that night was as easy as breathing. i can still remember the way you smiled when you made me laugh so hard i almost fell off the bar stool. that was the first time i’d ever gone to a bar alone. i was so nervous.”
in all the time you’d been together, he’d never heard the story of your first encounter. not through your eyes. there were so many things he wanted to say. yet the words evaded him. what excuse could he give for his treatment of you for the last year?
after he left his family, changing his name in the process, he began to lose himself. getting with you when he did was meant to be a distraction. it wasn’t supposed to become something so real. something so consuming. when you weren’t around, you plagued his mind. every smile, every soft curve and hard angle, every laugh. all of it—all of you was staked into his mind. to think someone such as yourself would see anything of value in him. to believe you thought him worthy of your time, your affection. he couldn’t fathom it. he tried to destroy what you had built together in that short time. but he kept finding himself back at your door, aching for your touch and to touch you. and you let him in every time.
he truly didn’t know what he could say.
“i want to hate you,” you said seriously, surprising him. it stung. but he couldn’t blame you. he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “but i can’t.”
it was like the entire world stopped for an extended moment. his breath pulled from his chest, heart squeezing, the air around him going cold. your hands on his face, forcing him to look at you, brought him back to the present, the world starting up again.
“i need you to commit to me,” you said, voice low and soft but stern, sure in your conviction. “i need your full effort. no more disappearing. no more distance. if you really want this to work, you have to give me your everything.”
he’d been a man of few attachments for so long. cast aside by his family for things outside of his control, unable to reach their impossible standards. and now here he was, with a woman opening her heart to him. offering him something he never thought possible.
looking at him like this, warring inside himself, so quiet and distraught…it twisted your heart. it was so at odds with the confident, sometimes cold-natured man you were accustomed to. this was an inevitable conversation, but you wanted it to be over just as much as he did. you wanted to fall back into your old ways, as you always had after arguments or distant periods. because pretending nothing was wrong was easier than facing it head on. but this time that wouldn’t be possible. not anymore. not after your ultimatum.
all you wanted was your toji back. the one you knew and fell for. plus a little more.
you swung a leg over his, placing yourself in his lap. his hands instinctively went to your hips. with your hands still cupping his face, you pressed your forehead against his. and waited for his answer. your breaths mixed together, his smelling faintly of smoke—an occasional habit you always chided him for. you stared into his eyes. such a pretty green you could get lost in them for hours. your thumbs stroked his cheeks.
“i can't promise to be perfect,” he said, voice a low rumble.
you smiled a little. “i didn’t ask for perfect. only that you’ll be by my side. at least for a while longer.”
his eyes bore into yours, his conviction conveying the words before he spoke, “i promise.”
he repeated the phrase again, chanting it as he connected his lips with yours, hesitantly at first and then with an unwavering surety. your hands slid to the back of his neck, twining in the hair that curled at his nape, and pulled him closer. he groaned against you, tongue licking your bottom lip, a silent request. you let his tongue slide against your own.
pent up emotions bled out from each of you, an opening gate into something still shrouded in secrets. but it would be fine. he’d tell you in his own time. each glide of his tongue said it all.
it had been so long since you last had your hands on him. you were greedy and so was he. his hands slid around your back, trailing lower until they cupped your ass. you sighed against his lips, fingers tightening in his hair.
the shirt of his you wore had bunched around your hips, exposing your panties.
he pulled you closer to him, against the growing bulge in his loose pants.
you parted from his lips long enough to moan his name. and then you were back on him, craving the taste of his mouth.
one of his hands grazed along the exposed skin of your thigh until it found its home between your legs. he dragged his fingers along your clothes cunt, groaning low in his throat at the wetness already pooling there.
“look at you, doll,” he said, pulling away from your lips and leaving you to give a pathetic whimper. “so needy.”
there it was, that pet name you loved to hear. it made your heart skip a beat. you almost didn’t care how cold your lips felt in the absence of his, he was a completely different man compared to a few moments ago. like a fire lit his soul. having you in the palm of his hands always drove him crazy.
he circled your clit through your panties with a calloused thumb, a slow and tortuous movement.
“toji, please,” you bit out, pushing your hips against his hand.
“please, what?” he said. “c’mon, you were so good at using your words earlier.”
you whimpered. the sudden change in personality had thrown you off a little at first, and now you were cursing it. the same toji you’d known from your first encounter was back, teasing you to your limits. and no amount of begging or pleading would get him to easily comply with your wishes.
“use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you want, doll.” he moved your panties to the side, fingers dancing along your folds, smearing the slick that collected there.
your focus zeroed in on his touch. words abandoned you. all you could do was hope he gave you what your body ached for. your nails dug into the back of his neck, hips trying to grind on his hand.
he clicked his tongue at you, pinching your ass in disapproval. he pulled his hand away from your pussy, toying with the hem of the shirt you wore. “what happened? you were so talkative earlier.”
“touch me,” you whined, tugging on his neck. “please, touch me.”
“now we’re getting somewhere,” he said, grin tugging at his scar. his hand was back between your thighs, mouth attaching to your neck. your back arched at the contact, his fingers rubbing at your clit with more force this time. before drawing away again.
he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tore them off with ease, tossing the remains aside. you looked to the ruins discarded on the floor with a pout. “i really liked those.”
he nibbled on your neck, drawing a soft gasp from you. “i’ll make it up to you,” he promised, words muffled against your skin.
his fingers dragged through your pussy, teasing your hole and eliciting a low moan from you. finally, he slipped one thick finger inside. in his long absence, all you had was your own hand, which could never stretch you the way he could. he didn’t pump his hand, rather he curled his finger inside you, searching for that one spot. never was he careless when it came to your pleasure, he knew your body better than anyone before him. he knew just what to do to make you sing.
he knew he hit that spot, not by the way it felt on the rough pad of his finger, but by the way your back arched, the sudden rut of your hips. a blissful moan falling past your lips. he placed a trail of open-mouth kisses up your neck, stopping just below your ear. his breath caressed the shell of your ear.
“so fuckin’ pretty, doll,” he groaned, adding another finger with ease, your pussy sucking him in. he curled them again and gave a subtle pump of his hand, the heel of his palm grazing your clit. you clenched around him at the contact.
“more,” you moaned, hips matching the pace of his hand. all you could think about was the delightful stretch of your pussy and wanting to cum by his hand alone. you told him as much, words slurred with pleasure.
“already? you’re so sensitive,” he teased. his pace slowed to a cruel dragging along your walls, pointedly ignoring the spot that had your toes curling just moments ago. “all that begging, but i don’t hear you askin’ right. that’s not how you get what you want.”
you whimpered, bottom lip wobbling. this was the toji you’d known, the one you wanted back. you were glad for it, heart racing at the prospect of what was about to unfold. the shift in his demeanor unleashed with that one kiss. you’d give him whatever he wanted right now if it ensured you got what you wanted as well. and you knew what made him cave every time.
“please, sir,” you said, breath heaving and hips desperately trying to get some friction, “‘want you to make me cum.”
his lips curled, eyes glinting with hunger. he loved it when you called him that. it gave him a sense of power over you. he curled his fingers to hit that spongy spot with every quick pump of his hand.
moans poured from your lips in a never-ending stream. he coaxed you to the edge of your pleasure, guiding you through the fall. his hand never faltered as your trembled in his lap, pussy spasming around his fingers. your hands fell from their place at his neck, beating lightly at his chest and he stopped his movements. you let your head fall to his shoulder, panting as your heart calmed its racing rhythm. he slipped his fingers out of you, leaving you to feel empty and aching to be filled once more.
“toji,” his name came out no more than a whisper. you leveraged yourself against his body, looking up at him with doe eyes he could never resist. “i want you.”
he grasped the meaning between the words. his cock twitched at the thought of how he was going to ruin you tonight. both of his hands slid under you to cup the backs of your thighs. “if i’m gonna fuck you,” he said, standing with you in his arms, “i’m gonna fuck you right. i’m takin’ my time with you tonight.”
your pussy throbbed at the promise. you clung to his shoulders for stability as he walked to your bedroom. before you knew it, he was tossing you onto the edge of the bed, his shirt you wore riding up to expose your belly; legs and pussy on full display for him. he stalked towards you, coming to stand between your legs. large hands ran up your thighs, spreading you as wide as possible. his thumbs spread your pussy. he marveled at the sight of you.
he hauled you up by your arm, swiftly ridding you of his stolen shirt. finally bearing to him what he’d been missing tonight since that first heated kiss. his focus zeroed in on your tits, their perfection displayed for his eyes alone.
he dipped his head down and swirled his tongue around one nipple. one hand supported him on the bed and the other one came up to massage your neglected breast.
your arms, supporting your weight, trembled on the mattress. he had a wickedly skillful tongue, making it known even with just its attention on your tits. he pulled away before you could beg him to give you what you needed. the ache between your legs only growing with each second he dragged this on.
in one smooth motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on your floor. his bare chest rose and fell quickly as he stared at you, eyes devouring you with an insatiable hunger. those same eyes that had looked so lost and despondent when you had clung to his arm and asked him to give you all of him.
you focused on the slow motion of him undoing the tie of his pants. he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down, cock springing free. your mouth watered at the sight of his tip already leaking precum. and you hadn’t even touched him yet. nor would you. he wouldn’t give you the chance. not tonight, at least.
he kicked his pants to the side and stepped closer to the edge of the bed, hands rubbing your thighs. he pulled you by your hips as close to him as possible without you falling off the bed. he towered over you, making you feel so small in his presence. the wide breadth of his shoulders, the size of his hands on your body, his height. all of it coming together to dwarf you in comparison. it made your heart beat wildly. one hand stayed on your hip while the other wrapped around his cock, dragging the tip through your slick folds. and then he slowly pushed in.
you whined at the stretching of your pussy. “‘s too big, toji,” you sniffled, tears brimming your eyes. not even the foreplay was enough to prepare you. it had only been two weeks since the last time he’d fucked you. how could you forget just how big he was above you—and in you?
“relax, doll,” he said, voice a low rumble, “it’ll fit. it always does.”
you collapsed onto your back as he sank all the way in, biting your thumb to keep from crying out. for a brief moment, he didn’t move, but then he pulled back, leaving only the tip. and sank back in with one swift thrust.
he swore, groaning at the feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole. “you have no idea what you do to me.”
it wasn’t long before he picked up a ruthless pace, slamming his cock into you repeatedly with a slight brutality you missed. yet he wasn’t unkind in his movements. something vaguely gentle lay within his thrusts.
both hands were firmly on your hips again, keeping you right where he wanted you. he couldn’t decide what to focus on: your tits bouncing in time with each thrust; your pussy taking his cock; your face melting with pleasure and a hint of pain. all of it was mesmerizing.
you still had yet to adjust to his sheer size splitting you in half. but each drag of his cock had you seeing stars. your hands fisted the sheets at your sides, pussy already beginning to clench around him, the tell-tale sign of your impending orgasm.
he brought one foot up to rest on the bed, giving him a deeper reach into your cunt. the new angle eliminated any gap between you, letting him hit the spot that had your toes curling.
“c’mon,” he coaxed, voice reaching you through your own string moans, “don’t hold back on me.”
as if on command, you came, back arching and hands clasping the sheets even tighter. your pussy spasmed around him and he never stopped his movements, guiding you through your high and beyond it. it wasn’t enough for him. he wanted more. needed it.
he picked you up, cock still buried inside you, and crawled onto the bed. he set you against the pillows, propping himself on his knees between your spread legs.
your mind was too fuzzy with the lingering orgasm to realize he had moved you until he pulled your hips up off the bed, introducing a new angle. you looked so small under him as he bullied his cock into you. the sight drove him crazy, spurring on the pace of his thrusts. his thumbs rubbed soothingly on your hips, mimicking your earlier action, so at odds with his brutal pace.
roughness and passion blurred lines with each drag of cock against your sensitive walls, melding and separating until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. but you found it hard to care, not when he made you feel like this. so full and wanted in this moment.
another orgasm washed over you, thighs trembling where they rested over his own. he kept a vise grip on your hips as he rode you through your pleasure, enough to leave bruises in the morning. little reminders of the night.
still, he didn’t stop, chasing his own high. he wanted to see you come undone again.
you pawed weakly at his arms, tears streaming down into your hair. “toji, please,” you cried, “can’t do it. no more.”
his hands tightened their hold on you ever so slightly. “i know you can, doll. just give me one more.”
you gave a wordless sob in response. he wanted to lick your tears away, wanted to taste the salty evidence of the pleasure he elicited in you.
it didn’t take long for his wish to be fulfilled. between his thick cock stretching you to your limit and each thrust grazing your poor abused cunt, you were clenching him around him with a broken cry.
“i promised you i’d give you everything i have,” he said, hips faltering. “and i meant it.”
with that, and a few more quick strokes, he was cumming inside you. he remained buried in you for a long moment, catching his breath. his cum began to spill out of you before he pulled out. and when he finally did, it came in a thick rush, your hole clenching around nothing as if it missed him already.
he collapsed on the bed beside you, wiping the remains of your tears with the rough pad of his thumb. he looked down at the fingerprints marring your hips. this could be considered one of his gentler nights.
you turned onto your side, facing him fully. he wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head beneath his chin. you didn’t want to move just yet. being there, in his arms as he drew shapes on your back, was all you needed.
neither of you said anything. you didn’t need to. the unspoken words hung in the air around you. traveled with you as he drew a bath and carried you to it. they stayed with you through the night as you slept tangled in each other’s limbs.
this night, all of it, a reconciliation in a way he best knew how to communicate.
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#toji x reader#toji smut#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro smut#゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟlyn writes
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𝐋𝐘𝚴'𝐒 𝐊𝚰𝚴𝐊𝚻𝚶𝚩𝚬𝐑 𝐂𝚶𝐋𝐋𝚬𝐂𝚻𝚰𝚶𝚴
i'm doing it, my very first kinktober. as expected it's all 18+ with the possibility of darker content. all fics will be appropriately tagged at the time of their publication. i'm not holding myself to a strict schedule so fics will be posted at my convenience.
𝐃𝚬𝐕𝚰𝐋𝚰𝐒𝐇 𝚨𝚴𝐆𝚬𝐋: draken & mitsuya
the biggest halloween party wasn't supposed to end with you having a threesome with the two most desirable men on campus.
cw: tit fucking, deep throating, double penetration
𝚸𝐑𝚶𝐌𝚰𝐒𝚬 𝚰𝚴 𝐇𝚬𝐋𝐋: toji
his on-again off-again nature can be so tiring, but every time he shows up, you can't help but let him in. things take a heated turn after a painful confrontation.
cw: size kink, dacryphilia
TBA: sanzu
as koko's secretary, you don't cross paths with sanzu very often, but he always has his eye on you. after he breaks into your apartment you're faced with a difficult night.
cw: masturbation, voyeurism, stalking, dubcon
TBA: nanami
a secret relationship with your boss has its ups and downs. going into his office to ask him to look over your project ends up with you splayed out over his papers. it's almost like he's begging to get caught.
cw: power dynamics, restraints
TBA: geto
a late night confessional about your sinful thoughts turns into your fantasies coming to life with the man who's been tempting you for so long.
cw: sacrilege, virgin!reader, priest!geto, masturbation, blowjobs
#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#draken x read#draken smut#mitsuya smut#mitsuya x reader#toji smut#toji x reader#sanzu smut#sanzu x reader#nanami smut#nanami x reader#geto smut#geto x reader#゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟlyn writes
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𝐆𝚰𝐕𝚰𝚴𝐆 𝚻𝐇𝚬𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝚶𝐖𝚬𝐑𝐒
ft. sugawara, akaashi, yamaguchi, bokuto
cw: none
a/n: i needed to write something soft
❁ sugawara
while he loved working with kids, it was undoubtedly exhausting. stories from the day were already on the tip of his tongue as walked through the door, ready to tell you everything. but they were replaced when he saw you sitting at the dining table, flipping the page of your book. it wasn't you that gave his words pause, but rather what rested a little further in front of you.
"whose flowers are those?" he asked, eyeing the vase on the table. he came to stand beside you, a hand on the back of your chair.
"oh," you tore your eyes from the book and smile at the flowers, ready for you little game, "my coworker gave them to me. he said he thought of me when he saw them."
"does this coworker have a name by chance?" he tired to say it with a light tone, but the edge to his voice was more than noticeable. you looked up at him, smile reaching your eyes. you could keep it up longer than that, guilt eating at you already.
"i'm kidding, koushi. they're yours. from me. because i wanted to."
he stood there for a moment, speechless. "oh."
but when the reality settled, he broke out into the biggest, boyish grin. it made you want to surprise him more often.
❁ akaashi
it was deadline after deadline. they never stopped coming. it didn't help that his client was far too relaxed with them, driving akaashi ever closer to a stroke he was far too young to have. his cramped and cluttered office only served to make it worse. his gazed landed on the white and yellow flowers set in a clear vase. and his stress eased out of his body bit by bit.
the memory flowed into him. three days ago you'd gotten home just a few minutes later than him, which was the first surprise of the night. usually, you were home hours before him. he'd eyed you with concern, that turned into suspicion when you'd told him to close his eyes and hold out his hands. he'd obliged you, of course.
his browed screwed up when one hand was met with something damp and a little thorny, and the other with a crinkly paper. "open you eyes," you voice was sweet. he could feel your excitement from where he stood. when he opened his eyes he saw a bouquet of white and yellow flowers resting in his palms.
he cradled them in one arm, and pulled you into a tight hug with the other. he pressed his lips to the top of your head and let them rest there for a long moment, breathing in your comforting scent.
"thank you," he said into your hair. it was all he force out of himself, no words could truly express how much he loved this small gesture.
the next morning, he managed to find an empty vase in the mess of his office and he displayed your gift to him on his desk. a little reminder for what kept him going everday.
❁ yamaguchi
it was another of your regular coffee dates but at the new coffee shop the opened up a few streets over. on the way, you passed by a florist, and one particular bouquet caught your eye. the arrangement reminded you of him. from the colors to the flowers themselves.
you saw him waiting for you outside the café. you hid the flowers behind you as you approached him with a bright smile. he lit up when he saw you, smile warm. but it turned into pleasant surprise when you produced the bouquet, holding it out to him.
"i thought of you when i saw them," you said, letting your hands drop to your sides as he took them in one hand. a faint blush coated his cheeks.
from behind his back he revealed a bouquet of his own, holding it out to you. "they reminded me of what you wore on our last date."
by now, his whole face was red and he was unable to meet your eyes. the little coincidence warmed your heart--his reaction too.
❁ bokuto
he was supposed to meet you at a park halfway to your shared apartment. fifteen minutes before the time you supposed to meet, he texted you saying practice was running late. you decided to pass the time by window shopping a few blocks over.
that's all it was supposed to be: window shopping. that, however, was not all it ended up being. as you peered through the window of a florist shop, your eye caught on a particularly large bouquet.
the idea struck you then, and you headed in to purchase your prize. you sat on a park bench and waited for him, nervousness slowly settling in. it had seemed like a good idea while in the shop, but now it seemed silly.
bokuto called out your name then. you held out the flowers to him, wordless and sheepish. his eyes went wide as he stared at them. "for you," you explained.
"hold on," he said and took off running. it was maybe fifteen minutes of you standing there dumbstruck until he returned, an equally large bouquet in his hand. "it's only fair."
with that, he took the bouquet from your hand and replaced it with the one he got for you. he placed his free hand on your waist and guided home while rambling on about his day. all while you listened and admired the flowers in your hands.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu fluff#haikyu x reader#haikyu headcanons#haikyu fluff#hq x reader#sugawara x reader#sugawara fluff#akaashi x reader#akaashi fluff#yamaguchi x reader#yamaguchi fluff#bokuto x reader#bokuto fluff#゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟlyn writes
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𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝛐𝐧 𝐥𝛐𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝛐𝐠𝐬
ft. sanzu
syn: even though you walked away from your doomed relationship, you just can't stay away
cw: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, angst, mentions of toxic relationship, mentions of cheating (on reader), soft sanzu, fingering, unprotected sex, praise
wc: 3.7k
a/n: i chose to take a he-wants-to-be-loved-but-doesn't-know-how-to-love sort of approach to this (this is also my first time writing a fic this long so be nice pls) (repost for like the 3rd time but on the new blog this time im so sorry if you're seeing this again)
the relationship was doomed from the beginning. you knew that, and yet you still threw yourself into it anyway.
the long disappearances, the cheating, the unpredictable use of drugs, the evident violence of his work. it all piled up on you. but he spoiled you; told you all the right words to keep you there, waiting at home for him.
what made you finally leave was to some a small thing, but the last straw for you. you were hosting a small dinner party to celebrate your recent promotion, the biggest milestone of your career thus far. all you asked was for him to show up and celebrate with you. never had you asked for much--or for anything at all. the saddest part of it all was that, at least, he could do this for you. After all, he was the only one you truly wanted there that night.
as the minutes ticked by, the hope of him showing up dwindled. no one could mistake your dim, halfhearted smile for anything other than what it was. you tried your best to keep the spirit alive but it was no use. the ache of disappointment was too great to ignore.
it wasn't the first instance of this happening. when he wanted you to accompany him somewhere, you'd be there. but when it came to you having a function of any sort, he'd never show. leaving you to make up an excuse for his absence. this just happened to be the last time.
when he came home three days later--returning from his absolute radio silence--he found you waiting in the living room, bags packed. it was three in the morning and he couldn't imagine why you were sitting there in the dark with luggage at your feet.
"what are you doing?" he asked, flicking on the light switch.
"i'm leaving," you stated, standing and facing him. it should be obvious. you wanted to leave it at that, just telling him, but the words bubbled up in your throat and spilled out without warning. "i can't take this anymore, haruchiyo. one night. i asked for one night. all you had to do was show up and you couldn't even manage that."
"i had to work. you know how unpredictable my job is."
"it's always work. couldn't you let someone else deal with it for once? just one night. that was all i wanted."
"i'm not dealing with this right now," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning toward the bedroom.
"could you at least pretend to care about me?"
"i do care about you. when have i ever given you a reason to believe i don't?"
oh, you could write a book with all the examples. you chose to ignore the question. "only when it's convenient for you. otherwise, you act like i don't exist."
that seemed to be his final straw. "if you wanted to leave you have done so by now. so why are you still here?"
your hands clenched at your sides, tears burning in your throat. you knew it would end up this way, but there was always a part of you that hoped it wouldn't. because when you were with him everything was fine. or at least it felt that way. he made you happy, even when he broke your heart he'd always make it better. but this--it made you realize none of it was worth it. that fleeting happiness wasn't worth all the pain he caused.
you bent down to grab your bags and walked past him without another word, tears streaming steadily down your cheeks. as the door slammed shut behind you, a distant sound in his ears, he stared at the spot you'd been standing in. the ghost of your presence would haunt his apartment forever.
he'd sworn to do right by you every time he did wrong, but he kept messing up, kept falling into old habits again and again and again. everyone warned him he’d lose you if he didn't change and he never believed them. the only thing he hated more than them being right, was himself. he could promise to change, but he knew it'd never happen. he simply just wasn't the type of person who’d change, and in that moment, he wished he was.
you sat on the couch in the living room of your friend’s apartment, a temporary solution until you could find your own place. despite your choice to leave, you couldn’t ignore the fact you still loved him.
what was it that made you fall in love with him in the first place?
you laughed quietly to yourself, a pitiful sound. it was so obvious. it was the culmination of all the little things. all of them had your heart melting in his hands, and for so long, they outweighed all the pain he caused.
from one of the bags near the couch, you pulled one of those reasons out. a simple necklace he gave you a year into your relationship. not for an anniversary, or a birthday, or a holiday. not even as an apology. he gave it to you because he thought it'd look pretty on you. the memory made your heart swell in your chest.
you could feel the firmness of his thighs beneath where he sat you. the ghost of his fingertips brushing against your neck as he moved your hair and clasped the necklace for you. the shivers erupting down your spine at his touch. the feeling of his lips soft on your neck as he placed a kiss there in appreciation of the fact he was right: it suited you.
why did loving him have to be so painful? why couldn't walking away for good be easier?
he threw himself onto the couch, the same spot you'd been sitting in the night you left. he stared unseeing at the ceiling, head resting against the back of the couch. the apartment felt so empty without you. so cold. everywhere he looked, there were little reminders of you he couldn't bear to get rid of, in spite of the anger coursing through him. who that anger was directed towards he'd never answer.
if he really cared about you, he never should have been with you. he knew that. he'd eventually taint you, drag you into a world you didn't belong in. he wasn't weak, but he could only protect you from so much. he hated to admit it, but he was only one man.
from the night that he met you, he was drawn to you. most people were terrified or disgusted by the mere sight of him, but not you. the way you looked at him...it was so foreign. he didn't know how to describe it, but he wanted you to keep looking at him like that. never had he thought himself as the type to settle down with someone, yet he wanted to make you his.
the night he fell in love with you, truly fell in with you--he could still recall the memory clear as day. he'd needed a place far from his to stay at for a bit. the police were sniffing a little too close to him for his liking. lucky for him, he'd just started seeing you and you wanted all the time with him you could get. and he couldn’t get you out of his head.
when he showed up at your door, you didn't hesitate to let him in. it was the first time he'd gone to a woman's place. he'd never needed to before. usually opting for the backroom of a club or the nearest hotel. this was new territory for him, but not unwelcome. you stayed up all night with him, just talking. he was surprised to find himself caring about what you were saying and actively participating in the conversation.
you didn't question when he showed up for the next few nights, greeting him with a warm smile each time. the feelings you evoked in him terrified him. he didn't know how to handle them. he'd end up disappearing for days on end, sleeping with other women, or disposing of the bodies of traitors. without fail, he'd be shrouded in guilt each time. swearing to do better.
he thought moving you in with him would change things, neglecting the danger it put you in. changing his nature wasn't as easy as he'd thought it'd be. he was determined. every time he fucked up by falling into old habits he promised he'd do better starting the next day. but the cycle continuously repeated. and then you were gone. taking every bit of light from his life with you.
he just needed to accept he'd never be the right person for you. despite how much he wanted to be. he needed to let you go.
after over a year apart, he'd always show up at your door when you called on him. when you needed him, he'd be there in a heartbeat. a change made too late. you'd be lying if you said you weren't taking advantage of that fact.
tonight, when you called him, you told him you didn't feel safe at your apartment. which wasn't a lie. earlier, you'd noticed someone following you, and the only thing keeping him from following you all the way to your door was the fact the building door could only be opened by a keycard. it may not have been the smartest thing to enter your building with him tailing you, but you weren't thinking clearly due to the panic buzzing through you.
thoughts of worse-case-scenario swarmed you to the point of calling on your ex. because even though you were the one who broke things off, he was still the one you felt safest with. and, in all honesty, you missed him. you always missed him right when you thought you were fine without him. it hurt you every time.
why sanzu had your spare keycard was beyond you, but you didn't really care. he was at your door within fifteen minutes of hanging up the phone, hands in the pockets of his slacks as he waited for you to answer the door. he'd let himself in, but he was trying to exercise some self-control.
"you shouldn't open the door for strangers," he said by way of greeting. "you could get hurt."
he stepped inside when you opened the door wider, and you replied, "you're not a stranger and you wouldn't hurt me."
"haven't i?" he looked at you when he said it, something vaguely sad in his eyes. he took his shoes off and led himself into the living room. after a brief survey, he said, "you've redecorated."
your brows raised with surprise. you honestly didn't think he'd notice. it wasn't like you changed everything, only swapping out some minor decorations to fit a new aesthetic. everything else was the same. the couch, the table, even the rug were the same. "i didn't do much."
a simple nod was his only response. he crouched down by the coffee table, bending to look under it. and then the couch. and the lamp. he looked over every piece of furniture. you frowned but didn't stop him.
he searched your apartment for anything unusual or out of place. you trailed after him, a little curious as to what he was doing. if he was snooping, he was definitely bold to do it with you watching. but that wasn't it.
he never told you about the details of his work. one of the few things he wanted was for you to be kept away from that part of his life as much as possible. however, there were instances where parts of it would seep into the relationship. unavoidable glimpses into his darkest parts. he hoped tonight had nothing to do with him. that the man following you was unrelated to his work. he'd lose himself if anything happened to you because of him.
though he knew he should keep his distance, he couldn't resist coming to you every time you called. it was a risk then, and it was a risk now. he should let you go. He really should. but he didn't want to.
your bedroom was the last place he checked. nothing unusual turned up in any of the rooms. he was relieved but he'd still stay for the night. just in case. from your closet, he pulled out a spare pillow and blanket for the couch.
as he walked towards your bedroom door, you grabbed his hand to stop him. the words caught in your throat, but you forced them out anyway. "stay with me. i don't want to be alone."
he didn't look at you when he replied. "we both know what'll happen."
"and?"
"i thought you were done with me? isn't that what you said the last time?"
you didn't say anything, only tightening your grip on his hand. when he turned around, it was like something shifted inside of him. a hint of the wildness that had initially drawn you to him returning. yet his touch was gentle, almost cautious, as he cupped your cheek.
"if you want me to stay, i'll stay,” he said, leaning in until only an inch separated you. “but remember, this was your idea."
"it always is," you said, the words leaving on a breath, and pulled his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck, his wrapped around your waist. both of you trying to get closer to the other. it always ended up like this. finding your way back into each other's arms. constantly pulled to each other despite the effort put into staying apart.
how could you resist the temptation within your reach when all you could think about when he wasn't around was him. more than his presence, you craved his touch. no one made you feel so safe while also lighting your every nerve on fire.
his tongue slid against yours, a familiar dance. one of his hands trailed down your body until he was cupping your ass. he swallowed the moan you let out.
both of his hands found their way to the backs of your thighs. he hoisted you up, never breaking away from your lips. it wasn’t his room but he knew it’s layout like it was, blindly walking to the side of your bed.
he set you on the bed, finally parting from your lips, and crawled in beside you. propping himself up on one arm, he grazed his fingers over the stretch of skin where your shirt had ridden up. the intensity with which he looked at you had your breath catching in your throat.
his hand dipped under the waistband of the pants you had yet to take off—changing was the furthest thing from your mind when you got home. that little action drew a gasp from you. he smirked down at you, the scars around his mouth pulling with the movement.
he circled his fingers slowly around your clit. he relished the way you were already writhing under his touch. you always were so sensitive to the way he handled you.
“more,” the plea left you on a whisper, pushing your hips down for more friction against his hand.
“so needy,” he chided but obliged your request. he tugged your pants down just enough to give him room to work. once he’d given himself a moment to admire your bare cunt, he dragged his fingers through your wet folds before dipping one inside. a soft moan met his ears.
he pumped his finger slowly into you, warming you up enough to slip a second finger in. your hands wrapped around his forearm as he curled his fingers, eliciting yet another moan from you. you were getting restless beneath him. pushing your hips against his hand. his torturous movements weren't enough for you despite how good they felt.
he took pity on you and sped up the pace of his fingers. wet sounds mixing with your soft noises. the whole time he watched you from above, taking in the way you crumbled beneath him.
the grip you had on his arm tightened, your back arching. "that's my girl," he said, smiling at the way you clenched around his fingers. he guided you through your shaking orgasm with deft fingers.
as your orgasm waned, you looked up at him. "enough stalling, fuck me already."
oh, you didn't have to tell him twice. he helped you take off your pants while you rid yourself of your shirt and bra. he scooted to the edge of the bed, hands already unbuttoning his shirt. you watched the way the fabric slipped down his arms. the muscles of his exposed back rippled as he bent to take off his pants. he turned to you, fully bare, and your heart raced as you met his eyes.
he crawled over to you, finding himself between your legs once again. he trailed soft kisses up from your hips, pausing at your breasts. hands braced on either side of your body, he kept his head dipped to suck on one of your nipples. swirling his tongue around the peaked bud. he released it with an audible pop, moving on to the other one and repeating his actions. he only stopped when you tugged at his hair. the trail of kisses continued from your collarbone, up your neck and jaw, and finally, he reached your lips.
you reached down between your bodies, hand wrapping around his hard cock. with some effort, you managed to line his tip up with your desperate hole. Your cunt sucked his throbbing cock in with ease. he swallowed your moan as he held back his own. whatever facade he'd put up that night was crumbling away with that single stroke. he started a slow pace, desperate to make this night last.
eyes closed, your hands roamed over his sides as he broke away from your lips. your breaths huffed out of you, interrupted by soft noises of pleasures. back then, he would fuck you like he had nothing to lose, drawing out every sinful melody from your pretty lips. but now, on nights like these, he fucked you like he had everything to lose. those little noises coming from you now--he'd give anything to hear them every night for the rest of his life.
"this is the last time, sanzu." the words spilled out of you, cutting through the moment with a sharpness that even you felt. he had to admit, it stung for you to not call him by his name. he shoved that ache aside.
"you say that every time," he said, resting his forehead against yours, breaths mixing with your own.
your retort died in your throat as his strokes grew faster, harder. not by much but enough to drag a sigh from your lips. you raised your legs higher, giving him access to thrust deeper. and he did. the tip of his cock kissed the one spot that had your toes curling repeatedly.
"sanzu," you moaned out, pushing your hips against his, meeting his thrust. that name--the one that was his but wasn't--coming from your lips was grating on his ears. he didn't want to hear from you. not now, not then, not ever.
"please," he begged, head nestled in the crook of your neck. his strokes, long and deep, never faltered. "say it. just this once, say my name."
you ran your hand through his hair. "haruchiyo." he shuddered at the sound of it. no one said his name like you did. you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. and repeated his name. again and again. a mantra to an aching soul.
the last time you called him by his first name was the night you left. his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and nipping. intent on leaving a little mark on you. it was the only thing he could do to keep what remained of his composure--which wasn't much.
he never should have been with you. but consequences be damned, he needed you in his life. even if only in these fleeting moments. he'd come back every time. just for a taste.
your back arched against him. "close," you mumbled out. "please, haruchiyo."
he lifted his head from its home on your neck. he wanted to watch you cum. to see the way your eyes looked back at his while that small death claimed you. he cradled your face with one hand. in that moment, he wanted to make you every promise under the sun. but he could never ensure your happiness. so he could give you this at least.
a few more deep thrusts were all you needed. a shiver crawled down his spine as he watched you twitching beneath him. you dragged your nails down his back, moaning his name as he guided you through your orgasm.
feeling your pussy spasming around him sent him over the edge of his pleasure. painting you white from the inside. he hovered over you, forehead to forehead, panting in tandem with you.
i love you. the words died in his throat. he couldn't say them now. he wished he'd said them before. always--he'd always regret missing that chance.
a few hours past and you lay awake, staring at his back, chest rising and falling in his sleep. your fingers ghosted over his spine. the words you'd said earlier came rushing back, striking you with a force that had your heart clenching in your chest. "this is the last time, sanzu." a lie. a burning lie on the tip of your tongue. you could say it a thousand times and it'd never be true.
you knew he had his faults, things he hid away from you, but you wanted to believe that deep down he had something good buried away. something unseen that was the reason he was deserving of love. you'd give him chance after chance, and it didn't matter if he'd hurt you in the end.
you thought maybe you could be content to live like this. to play this game until the very end. having him for a few hours every so often. so long as he keeps coming back to you.
#trying this one last time#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers angst#tokyorev x reader#tokyorev smut#tokyorev angst#tokrev x reader#tokrev smut#tokrev angst#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo rev smut#tokyo rev angst#sanzu x reader#sanzu smut#sanzu angst#bonten sanzu#゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟlyn writes
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𝚻𝐇𝚬 𝐅𝚰𝐕𝚬 𝐒𝚬𝚴𝐒𝚬𝐒 - 𝐂𝚶𝐌𝚸𝐋𝚬𝚻𝚬 𝐌𝚨𝐒𝚻𝚬𝐑𝐋𝚰𝐒𝚻
welcome to the full collection of my five senses inspired fluff pieces. each work focuses on a different character and centers around one of the five senses. each fandom featured in this collection will have five respective fics. this is the first time i've written fluff to this degree and i'm excited. this is also the largest thing i've ever planned.
REMINDER THAT MY BLOG IS 18+ AND MINORS ARE PROHIBITED FROM ENTERING >:(
TOKYO REVENGERS
TOUCH ; FEELINGS WE LEAVE UNSAID BUT ARE ALWAYS KNOWN : KAZUTORA
TASTE ; A TREAT SWEETER THAN ANY CHERRY FROM THE TREE : HANMA
SIGHT ; GAZING AT A DISTANT DREAM ISN'T SO SCARY : CHIFUYU
SOUND ; HUM OF AN ENGINE THROUGH THE SILENT NIGHT : SHINICHIRO
SMELL ; A SCENT TO CHERISH WHEN WE ARE APART : RAN
HAIKYUU
TOUCH ; SOFTEST SKIN WAITING FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT : SAKUSA
TASTE ; SOMETHING SAVORY TO KEEP AWAY TOOTHACHE : OSAMU
SIGHT ; AN EXPRESSION THAT BELIES TRUE FEELINGS : KENMA
SOUND ; A WELL-KNOWN RHYTHM RAISES A CONFESSION : SUNA
SMELL ; THE BURNING WICK WILL NEVER GO OUT : KUROO
GENSHIN IMPACT
TOUCH ; WONDERS OF THE GENTLE MORTAL PLEASURES : XIAO
TASTE ; BITTERNESS OF DEATH AFTER NOON IN FAIR COMPANY : KAEYA
SIGHT ; A LONGING GAZE TO CLEAR THE HEAD : ALHAITHAM
SOUND ; THE WIND SINGS OF FAMILIAR BEAUTY : KAZUHA
SMELL ; SALT SEAS COATED WITH SAKURA BLOSSOMS : AYATO
#titles are subject to change#also#if i forget about this don't blame me i'm trying very hard on this#tokyo revengers x reader#haikyuu x reader#genshin impact x reader#゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟlyn writes
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