Aureate Ichor

The Promise

Character: Ushijima Wakatoshi x F!Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, cursing, slight comfort on the end.

It has been a rough month and Ushijima knows it. He has been overworking himself, pushing his limits at each practice. His typically calm and composed face is now etched with stress and strain. His temperament, once steady as a rock, is now volatile and erratic, akin to a stormy sea. The month had been grueling, a relentless onslaught of training sessions and personal workouts. His body is aching, his mind is strained, and his spirit is beginning to waver.

Today, he returns to his apartment later than usual, bone-tired, his muscles screaming in protest, only to be greeted by your sight, his sweet and loving girlfriend. Your smile always warm, eyes filled with concern, having dinner ready, a hot bath drawn, and comforting words falling from your lips.

He should feel guilty for his recent behavior, matter of fact he should apologize. He was not a man prone to emotional outbursts or thoughtless actions, and yet, he had allowed his stress to control him, to turn him into someone he hardly recognized these days.

He had ignored you, brushed off your attempts at conversations, and retreated into himself. He had been mean, cold, distant. He had forgotten your presence, forgotten the warmth you brought into his life, forgotten the love that had once made his heart flutter.

And tonight was no different, the weight of the day pressing heavily on his shoulders, his mind foggy and his spirit was weary. As he kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket on the hook, the tantalizing aroma of dinner wafted through the apartment. He followed the scent into the kitchen, his eyes landing on the sight of you, sitting at the kitchen table, a spread of dishes laid out in front of you.

You looked up the entrance and your face lights up with a smile that reaches your eyes. A sight that used to warm his heart, a sight that used to make him forget about exhaustion, a sight that used to make him feel loved.

“‘Toshi, you’re home!” You smiled happily.

But today, he could only muster a tired sigh in response. He saw you on your feet in an instant, your chair scraping against the floor as you rushed towards him. Your arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, your warmth seeping into him. But he didn’t return the hug, didn’t wrap his arms around you, didn’t press a kiss to your forehead like he always does. He just stood there, his body rigid, his mind elsewhere.

You pulled away, you don’t know if it is out of embarrassment or…due to a sudden heartbreak due to the neglect you have been suffering, but your hands suddenly cup his face, eyes searching his for a sign of the man you loved. “Um, we should, well, you should go eat,” You urged, your voice soft and your touch gentle. But he shook his head, his voice coming out gruff as he muttered, “I’m tired.”

But you didn’t back down this time, didn’t let him retreat into himself like he has done all this month. You tugged at his hand, tried to lead him to the table with the dinner you worked very hard for, trying to make him eat. “Come on, Toshi, you been avoiding me this past month,” You insisted, your voice firm, your grip tight. “Just be here, yeah?” You smiled.

But he snapped. “For fuck sakes Y/N, I’m tired!” He barked, his voice louder that he intended, his tone harsher than he meant. He yanked his hand out of your grip, his eyes flashing with a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. “You have been nagging me all these past nights to have fucking dinner and you don’t understand that I am tired.” He yelled again.

The silence that followed was deafening, the tension in the room palpable. You took a step back, embarrassed that your boyfriend had to yelled at you like that, “Ah, sorry, I just thought—“ You were saying but were cut off immediately by his sharp words.

“Thought what? Thought what, Y/N?” He yelled in disbelief, “That you have been a pain in the ass for the past few days?” He asked as he raised his voice louder, tone meaner.

“I-I’m sorry,” You apologized, trying to mask your disappointment, “I have missed you…” You mumbled embarrassedly, trying to hide your flushed face from him.

“Missed me?” He yelled, “We live in the same fucking apartment and we see each other every night!” He yelled, his voice echoing in the quiet apartment.

“I- I know, I know, Toshi,” You said, trying to calm him down, “B-But we haven’t been able to talk, you haven’t kissed me or touched me…” You admit painfully as you looked at him with teary eyes.

“God, you’re so fucking clingy and needy,” He yells as he rolled his eyes out of frustration. “All of this mess because of that?” He chuckled, “I am tired for this crap right now.” He said.

The room fell silent, the tension hanging heavy in the air. He watched your face fall, your eyes reflecting the hurt his words had caused. And guilt washed over him like a tidal wave, his heart clenching at your sight.

You know he didn’t mean any single word of it, right? He was just tired, so incredibly tired. His days were filled with endless practices, his nights consumed by restless sleep. He was pushing himself to the brink, his body and mind paying the price.

He didn’t mean it.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, “I will clean the mess,” You said as you hid your face away from his, walking towards the kitchen again.

His mind raced, guilt and regret swirling within him. He wanted to apologize, to explain, to make you understand that fuck, he didn’t mean any of it. But the words wouldn’t come, his throat tight with emotion. He was trapped in his own guilt, his own exhaustion, his own regret. And he didn’t know how to escape.

He watched from the doorway as you busied yourself in the kitchen, cleaning up the dinner he had refused to eat. His heart clenching at the sight, guilt gnawing at his insides. He had been harsh, mean even, and he regretted it.

Your movements were mechanical, your usual cheerfulness replaced with a somber silence. He watched as you wiped the table clean, packed the uneaten food, and washed the dishes. Your shoulders are tense, lips pressed into a thin line.

And he noticed, noticed how you tried to compose yourself, how you tried to hold back the tears. But despite your efforts, a few escaped, trailing down your cheeks and disappearing into the collar of your shirt. Each tear was a stab to his heart, a painful reminder of the hurt he had caused.

Once you were done, you turned off the lights, plunging the kitchen into the darkness. The only sound was the sound of the soft padding of your feet as you made your way to the bedroom, where he was waiting.

Both of you sat on opposite sides of the bed, an uncomfortable silence hanging between both of you. He watched as you changed into your sleeping clothes, your movements slow and deliberate. You climbed into bed, your back to him, body curling up on your side.

He was at a loss. He didn’t knew what to do, didn’t know what to say. He was worried, his mind filled with the thoughts of you, of the hurt he had caused. He knew you had taken his words to heart, knew that you were hurting. And it was all of his fault.

In the dimly lit room, his silhouette was barely visible as he climbed into bed next to you. The only sound that broke silence was your soft, muffled sobs. His heart clenched at the sound. He reached out tentatively, his hands finding their way around your waist. He drew you close, his chest against your back, both of your hearts beating in a rhythm that was painfully off sync.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against your swollen and teary face, tasting the saltiness of your tears. “I’m sorry,” He whispered into your hair, his voice barely audible. His words hung heavy in the air, a confession and a plea all at once.

You remained silent, sobs subsiding into quiet sniffles. And he could feel your body stiffen at his words. It was an unspoken tension that made his heart race with worry. He wanted to say more, you deserved way more, to explain, to ask for forgiveness, but the words stuck in his throat.

“Talk to me, love.” He implored, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers tracing circles on your waist, a silent plea for you to respond.

But you don’t. Your silence was deafening wrapping you both in a shroud of uncertainty. And he held you tighter, his mind racing with thoughts and fears. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, and that scared him.

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open to a new day. His body felt heavy, his heart even more so. The events of the previous night replayed in his mind like a haunting melody.

He found you in the kitchen, a solitary figure bathed in the morning light. You were cradling a cup of coffee, your gaze fixed in the steaming liquid. Your face was pale, eyes rimmed with red. The sight of you, so vulnerable and distant, twisted his heart.

“Good morning,” he tried, he really did, his voice echoing in the silence. But you didn’t respond, didn’t even lift your gaze to meet his. It was as if he was a ghost, unseen, unheard. He felt a pang of guilt, a sharp reminder of his words last night.

“For fuck sakes Y/N.”

“You have been nagging me all these past nights to have fucking dinner and you don’t understand that I am tired.”

“God, you’re so fucking clingy and needy.”

His mind was whirlwind of thoughts. He had hoped that giving you space would help, that it would give you time to heal, time to warm up to him like you always do. But as the day dragged on, the silence between both of you grew. His phone remained silent, devoid of your usual messages.

No updates about your day, no reminders about dinner, nothing.

It was a silence that spoke volumes, and it terrified him.

Who would have thought? Ushijima Wakatoshi, the man who faced countless opponents on the court, was scared. He was scared that his actions had created a chasm between you, a distance he didn’t knew how to bridge.

As he returned from practice on the night, the apartment was dark. The usually welcoming lights were all turned off, a stark reminder of the cold silence that awaited him. He knew you would be in bed, probably feigning sleep. There would be no warm welcome, no home-cooked meal, no soft smiles.

He lingered at the door, his hand hovering over the knob. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the silence that awaited him. As he stepped into the dark apartment, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that clung to him. He was walking into a battlefield, and he didn’t know how to fight this war.

The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the noise of the world outside. He stepped in, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. The sight of the shared room, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, was a painful reminder of the happier times.

There you were, a small figure curled up on the bed, your back to him just like last night. Your eyes were open, staring blankly at the window. The sadness in your gaze was palpable, a silent cry for help that tore at his heart.

He took off his shoes, placing his gym bag in the kitchen before making his way towards you. He tried to speak, to break the silence that hung between both of you.

“How are you?” He asked softly, but his words fell on deaf ears. You didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

Undeterred, he climbed onto the bed, his large frame curling around your smaller one. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, making you face him. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, each kiss a silent promise to make things right.

And then he hears it, he hears you crying. Tears falling like rain, burying your face on his chest and soaking his shirt. Your sobs were heart-wrenching, a testament to the pain he had caused.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. He held you tightly, as if his touch could somehow ease the pain he had caused. His apologies were a soft murmur against your hair, a desperate plea for forgiveness.

He gently lifted your face, fingers tracing the contours of your features. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, a silent vow of his love for you. He kissed away your salty tears, each one a testament to her pain, each one a reminder of his mistakes.

“I love you,” He whispered, his voice barely audible. His words were soft, filled with emotion so raw yet so powerful that it took his breath away. He repeated the words over and over, a mantra of love and regret.

Slowly, your sobs subsided. Your breathing evened out, your body relaxing against his. Falling asleep in his arms, your tear-streaked face buried in his chest. He watched you sleep, his heart aching with relief and regret.

He ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. His eyes welled up with tears, the guilt and regret overwhelming him. He kisses your forehead, a silent promise etched into your skin.

“This is the last time,” He vowed to himself, his voice chocked with emotion. “This is the last time I’ll make you cry,” He promised.

He held you close, his arms a protective shield around you.

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Pillow

warnings: none, mainly fluff, first time writing so it maybe shitty, got inspiration from tiktok imagines that came across my page, english isn't my first language so bear with me.

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Characters : You (y/n), Jungwon

synopsis: You wake up not hugging your pillow, but hugging him

inspired by @zen on tiktok

word count: 199

You and Jungwon always sleep together at night, but this particular night he's still practicing with the members for their comeback that's going to happen.

You can't sleep without hugging anything or someone that your comfortable with, so you decided to make due with the pillow beside you.

12:33 am

Jungwon unlocked the door to their apartment, Y/n wasn't there to greet him, he thought that she went to sleep already.

He saw you sleeping with the pillow, he washed up and got ready for bed.

He removed your pillow cause how could you sleep with the pillow as if it's him >:(

...

You woke up not hugging your pillow anymore. You were pretty sure you went to sleep hugging it. So you opened your eyes and you saw him hugging you tightly,

"Good morning" he said , and you said "why are you the one that i'm hugging right now?"

"Sorry I came home late, I saw you with the pillow, and even if it's just a pillow I got jealous" well isn't he so cute you thought. "Can you hug me like you did with the pillow last night please?"

let's just say you were cuddling for the whole day.

Catching them masturbating - JJK

NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Summary: This is the sequel of this post. For Gojo, Nanami and Choso. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Content: dirty talk, handjob, oral sex (female and male receiving), swallowing cum, penetrative sex, fantasies about sex, cumming too soon + soft sex in Choso's part

Satoru Gojo

It's summer and it’s way too fucking hot. The weather and you. Gojo watches you training with your pupils from afar, not able to keep his eyes from your figure. You’re wearing such a short skirt again. And the way it rides up your thighs, higher and higher, has him mesmerized. 

He gulps when he catches your eyes. You look at him, your expression unreadable. Shit, did you see him staring? Gojo gulps, scratching his neck before he waves at you, trying his best to keep his smile casual. You wave back at him, your full lips forming into a smile. God, you’re beautiful.

He lets out a deep breath as he turns around, taking long strides across the campus to reach his office. Oh man, looking at you makes him stupid. But you’re just so enchanting. Gojo can’t keep himself from looking at you, his eyes always traveling to you, no matter how hard he tries not to stare. 

After the incident of pleasuring himself in his office a week ago he has restrained from touching himself to the thought of you. But now, as he sits on the couch, the fantasies creep back into his mind with a certain persistence. And the way your skirt rode up your thighs just now doesn’t help his state at all. He mindlessly scrolls through his phone, trying to distract himself. He desperately tries to think about anything other than the fullness of your glistening lips or the way your skirt hugs your ass so perfectly. Fuck. Gojo sighs, tossing his phone next to him. He knows it’s a useless endeavor. It just doesn’t work; not thinking about you. How could he? You’re a fellow teacher so he sees you almost everyday.

You’re his colleague that’s why he feels shame mixing in with the lust cursing through his body. He knows it’s foolish, perverse even to do it but he can’t help himself. You’re taking up all the space in his head and it makes him nearly sick. Gojo curses loudly when he feels the blood rushing down his body. He has to get you out of his mind, and he only knows one way to do that.

A string of curses falls from his lips as he hurriedly tugs down his pants and boxers. Just once more, and then he’ll stop this inappropriate behavior, that’s what he’s promising himself as his hand wraps around his twitching dick. He lazily strokes his aching length, pumping into his flushed tip. 

His head falls against the backrest as his eyes flutter shut. The image of your short skirt comes into his mind instantly. He pictures his hands gliding along your hips, pulling up the hemline to reveal your bare ass to him. He imagines pulling your panties to the side, his long fingers gliding along your soaking folds before he plunges them inside of you. He increases the pace of his hand, imitating the pace of how he would thrust his fingers inside of your dripping pussy. A bead of pre-cum drips form his cock, easing the glide of his steady hand. Gojo groans quietly, imagining it’s your wetness that coats his throbbing dick. 

And then he stops his movement. He curses quietly under his breath. Gojo feels a familiar energy approaching. It’s you. He holds his breath, wondering if you’re really on the way to him. He hears your timid knocking on his door. The way you say his name has his cock twitching in his hand. It feels like a deja-vu; somehow he finds himself in this precarious situation again. 

And this time it’s different. Gojo doesn’t know what possesses him. Before he even realizes what these short words entail they drop from his lips, hurriedly and strained “Come in.”

If the situation wouldn’t be that serious he would probably laugh at the expression on your face as your eyes land on him. Your gaze trails over his white hair hanging into his face, down to his spread legs, and his large hand wrapped around his flushed dick. Your eyes quickly flicker back up to his face, his half-lidded eyes boring into yours. You open and close your mouth, unable to utter a word, your face flushed in embarrassment. 

The silence that encompasses you two is almost unbearable. And then you just turn on your heel, walking towards the door. Gojo feels shame and embarrassment burn in his chest. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that. Maybe he just made a big mistake. He lets go of his dick, grabbing a cushion to cover himself. 

“Wait, I’m sorry y/n,” he mutters, his voice uncharacteristically weak. The tension in the room is nearly ripping him apart, as you stand with your hand on the door handle. His eyes bore into your back and he would love nothing more than to see your expression. Your name falls from his parted lips again, softly and apologetically.

You turn around while running a hand through your hair. You take a few seconds before your eyes fix on his. You frown at him.

“This is fucking insane. You’re actually insane,” you finally say with a small voice. He doesn’t know why but hearing you say anything at least soothes him a little bit. 

Gojo swallows, sighing shakily, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have,” he mumbles with a sense of guilt.

You shake your head slightly, averting his piercing gaze. “Then why did you? Why did you let me in?”

His eyebrows rise slightly in surprise; he didn’t expect this question. “I- uh” he stutters, his voice hoarse. “I thought maybe that you would…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He just exposed himself physically, he isn’t sure if he can uncover more of himself.

“Help you?” You finish his sentence, your words merely a whisper. Your gaze travels back to him, fixing on his eyes. He notices the hesitance in your voice and expression. He gulps, feeling the dryness of his throat. He does nothing to hide the strong red blush sprawled across his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he breathes in response. He watches you processing what he just said.

“How can I help you?” You ask. And the wording of the question, the absurdness of the situation as a whole, makes a small chuckle fall from his lips. 

“Come here,” he demands softly. And he almost can’t believe his eyes when you come closer to him. He has seen a lot of things, but you walking towards him like this, your face unsure and vulnerable, makes his heart beat impossibly faster. His anticipation heightens as you cross the distance between you two. 

Gojo lets out a shaky breath as you kneel down in front of him. He stays frozen as you pull the cushion away from him, revealing his hard cock to you. He almost feels proud when he notices your intimidated expression at the sheer size of his dick. You stay silent as you timidly wrap your hand around his girth. Gojo shudders at the sensation of your delicate wrapped around him.

You tear your gaze away from his cock, looking up at him, a slight smile tugging at your lips. You slowly move your hand, pumping into his swollen tip. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that,” he breathes, his hungry eyes taking in the sinful picture in front of him. Your touch is the same as in the past; cautious and gentle. But as you start to move your hand faster he notices you losing any of your usual wariness. Your delicate hand moves up and down his aching length as if you have thought about this as well. A moan slips past his parted lips as another bead of pre-cum leaks from his tip, helping to ease the glide of your ceaseless hand. 

And then you lean down, circling the sensitive tip of his with your soft lips. A gasp escapes his mouth at the sensation. His one hand threads through your hair, his dark blue eyes trained on your lips wrapped around him. You take more of him in your mouth, eliciting him a small groan. And then you start bobbing your head, your hand following your movement on what you can’t fit.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. I knew you would be good at this,” he mutters, his breath caught a little as he spoke.

Gojo groans as you moan around him, the vibration causing his hips to jerk up. You shortly let go of him, a string of spit connecting you to his flushed tip as you pull away.

“You thought about this?” You ask unbelieving,“What else did you think about?” Your hazy eyes are fixed on his face curiously. His thumb glides along your bottom lip, wiping the spit off.

“You wanna hear what I fantasized about?” Fuck. Apparently, you aren’t such a good girl as he assumed. You nod your head, continuing to drag your hand along his sloppy dick.

He swallows before he speaks. “I thought about this, about you-” he starts, his voice hoarse. A low gasp interrupts his sentence when you take his dick into your mouth again. “Thought about you sucking me off like this,” he mumbles, watching your eyes watering as you bob your head again.

“Thought about fucking you,” he almost groans, his hips jerking up again at the thought. His heightening arousal makes it hard to speak coherently but he tries. The delirious look of your eyes at his words only riling him up more. 

“Was wondering how wet you would be for me, how you would feel wrapped around me,” Gojo mumbles, feeling you coaxing him closer and closer to his impending orgasm. 

The thought of these fantasies and the sensation of telling you them as you choke on his cock is making him nearly tip over the edge. But what finally does it for him are your beautiful eyes, the look of pure devotion as you watch him fall apart above you. 

His hips jerk up helplessly, rutting in the warm and wet heat of your mouth. “Fuck ‘m gonna cum,” he mumbles, his dick pulsating deep inside of your throat.

You let go of him, your hand jerking him through his orgasm as you loll out your tongue. He watches you like that, your lips glistening with spit, your half-lidded eyes set on him. His breath falters and ceases for a moment just before he cums. 

A string of curses leaves his lips as his hot cum shoots out of him. He watches the strings of cum coating your tongue and lips white as you pump into his increasingly sensitive tip to milk him dry. The sound of your delirious moan as you taste him makes him groan loudly. You stop your movement once you’ve swallowed all of his spent. You let go of him, his reddened dick falling heavy against his thigh. 

And as he wipes some spit and cum off your chin he thinks that maybe he doesn’t have to break that promise of not touching himself. Maybe you will keep helping him like this.

Kento Nanami

You’re still standing in the dimly lit office, your eyes scanning his face. “Uhm…Are you okay?” You ask, your face is painted with worry, as your eyes trail over his flustered face. 

His voice is hoarse as he mutters quietly. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Nanami tries to keep his face his straight, although he worries about the situation he finds himself in. How can he put his pants back on discreetly? What about his soiled hand, coated with his spent? He averts your gaze, scanning the room, desperately thinking of a way out of this odd situation.

“You look like you have a fever or something,” you mutter as you take slow strides through the office. Fuck, you’re walking towards your desk that is right in front of his. He feels his cheeks heating up. Why did he even touch himself at work? His brain must have short circuited. 

He feels utterly helpless, backed in a corner as he has no other choice than to just watch you. You look over your desk again, trying to find your phone or whatever and Nanami seizes the opportunity. He quickly lifts his hips but then you turn around again and he sits back down. Shit. 

“You really didn’t see my keys?” You ask again, frowning slightly.

Goddamn, these fucking keys. “No,” he grits through his teeth.

You raise your brows as his annoyed voice falls on your ears. Your face drops a little.Nanami rubs his clean hand over his face, letting out a sigh. And as he has his eyes closed he doesn’t register you squatting down, your eyes trailing over the floor, searching for a glint of silver in the dark. But what you find instead is Nanami’s half-hardened, thick dick glistening with his cum. Your heart stops for a second as you take in the sight. 

“Oh my god,” you say, your chest tightening. 

The tone of your voice has Nanami perking up and when he sees you getting back up he feels his heart clenching. From the look on your face, he doesn’t even have to ask if you saw something. Your face is flushed in embarrassment, your eyes so wide they are about to plop out of your head. He quickly closes his pants, but that’s far too late now.

“Fuck, y/n. I’m so sorry. I’m really am sickened, I’m so sorry,“ he doesn’t even know what to say, how to apologize for this. He gets up and then he sees his cum still on his hand. He finds a tissue somewhere, wiping himself clean, while you just stand there, listening to him mumbling his apology. 

“Are you okay?” He asks when you still just look at him with your widened eyes. 

He gulps, the embarrassment and guilt burning in his chest. He probably feels as overwhelmed by the situation as you. 

“You were jerking off here?” You ask flabbergasted, your voice quiet.

Nanami gulps. “Yeah. I- I’m sorry.” He averts your gaze, not wanting to see your expression, afraid of what it might entail.

“Why here? What were you thinking about?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper.

The question catches him off guard. He’s sure he didn’t hear you right “I- what?”

“What did you think about?” You repeat yourself, your eyebrows raising, your challenging eyes fixed on him.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, unable to utter anything.

He sees you struggling, before your soft voice fills up the vacant office again. “Were you thinking about me?”

He feels like he is hit by a brick. “I’m sorry, y/n,” he starts again. 

You frown slightly, your voice harder now. “That doesn’t answer my question, Nanami.”

The way you say his name is what gets him. He sighs, averting your gaze as he mumbles a low yes. He thinks he is about to combust from all the shame and embarrassment that fills him.

“What exactly were you thinking about?” You asks again, but he only shakes his head, hiding his face in his hands. Why are you teasing him with these questions?

He hears you sighing, but he is still too afraid to look into your face. He hears your heels on the floor and he feels your warmth when you stand in front of him. Are you going to hit him? He deserves it. He braces himself internally, lowering his hands to reveal his face to you. 

And when his eyes take in your face before him, his breath hitches. You don’t look pissed. The surprise is still evident on your face, but there is something else hidden in your expression. 

“If you don’t wanna tell me, you can show me,” you propose, your voice so low he has trouble understanding you. But even if you would have screamed these words, he would’ve think he didn’t get it right.

Now it’s Nanami’s turn to be flabbergasted. He looks at you dumbfounded, his brown eyes trailing over your features. Is he still dreaming? “What did you say?”

You repeat your sentence, averting his gaze as you fumble with your hands.

“I- are you sure?” He asks breathlessly, a chuckle daring to rip past his lips at the turn of events.

You look at him again, nodding your head as you step a little closer to him. And your eyes are unbelievable as they set on his, glistening in the low light. He must be dreaming. 

But then you extend your arm to cradle his face in your delicate hand. And before his mind can react, his body does. He leans down and your lips meet. The kiss is soft at first. Nanami realizes how soft your lips are and the more he tastes of you the hungrier he gets. 

His tongue prods into your mouth eagerly, his hands smoothing over your body before he pulls away breathlessly. He moves you towards his desk, as you sit a top of it. 

His large palms rest on your thighs as he lets his gaze travel over your figure. He really can’t believe what is happening right now. A smug grin tugs at the corner of his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief as he mutters “Were you thinking about me as well?”

You avert his gaze, a low chuckle falling from your lips, as your cheeks blush profusely. He stops you from pressing your thighs together, only spreading them further apart. You don’t have to answer him, your bodily reaction is answer enough. 

He smoothes his hands along your hips and waist until they cup your breasts through your blouse. His thumb brushes along your nipples until they perk up noticeably through the sheer material. He watches your face while doing so, seeing the blush creeping up your neck and the lust-drunk look in your eyes. 

He moves to unbutton your blouse, revealing your bare chest to him. So he was right in assuming that you took off your bra earlier. He presses soft kisses onto your neck, his one hand cradling your jaw to give him more access. He trails lower and lower until his mouth latches onto your sensitive nipple, sucking ever so slightly.

He feels blood rushing down his body again, your scent and your body clouding his mind. Your delicate hands cradle into his blond hair, tugging ever so slightly. A groan rips past his lips before he moves onto your other nipple. He lets go of it within a few seconds.

He looks up at you and his heart melts in his chest when he sees the loving expression on your face. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles. He breaths feathery kisses onto your stomach, dipping lower and lower until he hikes up your skirt. He takes ahold of your panties, pulling them down your legs. 

The sight before him has him gaping. Your pussy is just too pretty. His large finger glides along your folds, collecting your wetness. He slowly circles your clit, watching your eyes grow wide at the pleasure. 

Then he presses soft kisses onto your thighs. And he relishes in the way you slightly squirm, the tugging at his hair indication of your desire to finally have him buried in your pussy. 

“I’m sorry that this happened like this,” he breathes, his hot breath fanning over your soaking folds. “Let me make it up to you, okay?”

The way you hum a soft yes, arching your back ever so slightly towards him makes his blood run hot. His hands grab your ass forcefully as he licks a long stripe up your pussy. He has to suppress a moan when he tastes you on his tongue. You’re just so sweet. Nanami might just found his new favorite dessert. 

His tongue laps at your folds before his lips seal around your clit and he sucks slightly. The delicious sound this elicits you has his cock twitching. He groans against your soaking pussy and sucks harder on your sensitive clit.

He moves his one hand, plunging his finger inside of you. Fuck, you’re so fucking soft. He can’t help but to wonder how heavenly you would feel wrapped around his dick. His cock throbs painfully in his pants and he is sure he could cum just from the sensation of your pussy on his lips and your lewd noises.

He starts to pump his finger inside of you, adding a second one as he feels how wet you are. His tongue circles your bundle of nerves as he does so. And when he sucks on your clit and curls his fingers inside of you, your breathless pants turn into soft moans. He longs to hear more of you, he wants to hear you moan his name, he wants to hear you scream and beg and plead for him to give you his all. But this is about you now, not about him. 

So Nanami works deliberately, curling his fingers just right to reach that magical spot inside of you. And when he sucks harshly on your clit again, your pussy spasms around him. He groans when your legs shake around his head. You tremble, your moans turning into high-pitches whimpers as he coaxes you closer and closer to your orgasm.

The way your hands tug on his hair is nearly hurting him but he doesn’t care. He wants to have you gushing all over his tongue and fingers, he wants to be drenched from your juices. So he increases his pace and within a few seconds he has you tipping over the edge. Your spine bows, and a sweet whine of his name drops onto his ears as you come undone. 

He watches you intensively as he draws your orgasm from you. Your eyes are shut tight, your mouth opened as his name drops from your lips. A groan falls from his glistening lips and he continuous to pump his fingers into you while his thumb rubs over your throbbing clit until you whine from the overstimulation. 

If he thought earlier the sight of you late night working was amazing, the sight of you cumming all over his fingers is groundbreaking. He’ll never get enough of this. Nanami licks your cum off his fingers, savoring your taste, his dark eyes still set on you. And then you open your eyes, catching his gaze. The way your chest rises with your ragged breath and your flushed skin makes him almost proud, knowing that he did that to you. 

“Do you forgive me?” He asks, his voice a little breathless. You just have to forgive him. He’ll do anything to make sure you do.

Choso

“Fuck, you’re so heavy, Choso,” you mutter, desperately trying to keep him steady on his wobbly legs. Only a few more meters and you let him drop onto the couch. You plop down right next to him, catching your breath. 

“Why did you drink so much?” You ask, still panting from low-key dragging him up the stairs. 

He looks at you, an uncharacteristically smug grin on his lips. “Sorry,” he slurs.

You laugh and the sound of it only makes him grin brighter. “It’s all good,” you say, not sober yourself after the drinks you two had at the bar. 

“Can I sleep over here?” You ask, although you already know his answer. You often sleep over at his place when you come home that late. 

“Sure,” he answers, his half-lidded eyes trailing over your face before he averts his gaze. “You want to borrow a shirt?”

“Yeah that would be great,” you beam at him. Choso makes a move to get up but you beat him to hit. 

“I think it’s better if I get one myself,” you say, standing up.

He only nods, watching your retreating figure as you go to his bedroom. He has to resist the urge to follow you and help you. He swallows thickly when you get out again, only wearing his t-shirt now. He remembers what he did the last time when you were wearing his shirt.

He clears his throat, trying to think of something other than that. You walk towards the kitchen getting water for you both. Choso tries his best to keep his gaze from lingering on your bare legs for too long. He quickly takes the water you hand him, gulping it down.

“Wow, someone’s thirsty,” you chuckle, watching a drop of water run down his chin. Oh, you have no idea how much. 

“Are you tired?” He asks, wiping the water off his jaw with the back of his hand.

“A little bit,” you answer.

“You wanna sleep in my bed today?” The question leaves his mouth before he can stop it.

You slightly raise your eyebrows. “I can sleep on the couch, that’s no problem. It’s your bed," you mumble sheepishly.

“The bed is way more comfortable. We can share if it’s okay for you?” He asks, his voice hopeful, the look in his eyes almost pleading.

In your drunken state you don’t need any convincing at all. No problem with two friends sharing a bed, right?

That’s how you find yourself in his large bed, the covers wrapped around you. It’s true; it’s way more comfortable than the couch and within a few minutes you’ve fallen asleep. Choso tries his best to fall asleep as well, mirroring your steady breathing. But he already knows it’s a useless endeavor. How could he fall asleep when you are right next to him? He dreamed of this scenario too many times; you in his bed, just without you being asleep.

He watches you in the dark room; his eyes taking in the way the covers hug your body, the way your messy hair is sprawling across the pillow. A soft smile plays around his lips, his finger taking a strand of your hair and twirling it around his finger before he realizes what he is doing.

He sighs, trying to put as much space between you and him as he can. He crosses his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling to stop touching you. Although the bed is big he feels the lack of proximity; his heart beats against his ribcage, his palms dampening.

Choso feels blood rushing down his body. And the alcohol cursing through his veins doesn’t help him in stopping his horny state - rather the opposite is the case. He ignores his throbbing dick in his pants for another few minutes before he gets up. The urge to get a release makes his mind hazy. 

He is in his bathroom now, the door ajar, tugging down his sweatpants and boxers to free his aching cock. He gulps hard when he thinks what he is about to do. He really thought he wouldn’t cross such a boundary but he just won’t be able to close an eye if he doesn’t help himself now. He just has to.

He hisses quietly as he wraps his hand around himself. Choso relishes in the feeling of his palm dragging along his length. He closes his eyes and starts indulging in his fantasies about you.

He’s so wrapped up in his imagination that he doesn’t hear your footsteps. He doesn’t even notice the creak of the door as you open it. Your bleary eyes and weary mind take a few seconds to process the picture that is presenting itself to you; your friend with his hand wrapped around his dick. It’s Choso, but in a state you haven’t seen him before. His face and bare chest are flushed red, his hair messily hanging into his face, his jaw slack, releasing weakened groans of pleasure. That is until you say his name. 

He opens his eyes, a low gasp escaping his mouth. Your name falls from his lips in disbelief. He quickly lets go of himself, hurriedly tugging up his pants.

“What are you doing here?” He asks in a small panicky voice, his dark eyes jumping over your face in panic. He notices the sleepiness gone from your eyes as your mouth hangs agape in surprise.

“I- no- what are you doing?” You squeak.

Choso averts your eyes, not able to know how to react to this situation. He feels his face hot, blushing in embarrassment and his chest burns with shame.

“I’m sorry that you had to see this,” he mumbles meekly after a few seconds. 

He is afraid to look at your face but he can hear the smile in your voice as you mumble a low “Don’t worry, Choso. It’s okay,” you reassure him. “Let’s just go back to sleep okay?” You propose.

He nods, letting out a deep sigh. Relief floods his body that you don’t make a big deal out of it. 

That is until you both are laying on the bed and a quiet chuckle rips past your lips, cutting through the silence.

“What are you laughing at?” Choso asks, turning around to look at your face. You stare at the ceiling until you slightly turn your head. Your beautiful eyes are glinting with mischief. 

“You got a nice dick,” you mumble, the grin evident on your face.

Choso doesn’t know if he wants to laugh with you or cry out of embarrassment. “Shut up,” he mumbles crankily, blushing profusely.

“That’s a compliment,” you continue, acting hurt by his lack of thankfulness.

He only shakes his head slightly, his dark eyes boring into yours. 

“I mean it. Really big,” you playfully mumble.

Choso feels like he is about to combust. He frowns at you but his expression only makes you cackle. 

“And thick” you continue, a shit-eating grin on your face, as you rile him up.

This is the last straw for Choso. He’s fast; his hand covering your mouth within a second. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, your laugh stifled by his large palm. 

And the way your eyes glint at him amusedly makes a small smile appear on his face. “You’re really insufferable,” he mumbles, slowly lowering his hand. 

His eyes fix on your face, observing how the smug grin on your face turns softer. He cradles your face in his hand and his breath hitches when you lean into his touch. The atmosphere has changed somehow.

“Sorry for teasing you,” you say, with your voice as soft as your smile. 

“No, I’m sorry,” Choso mumbles, his thumb smoothing over your face softly. He gulps, his heart beating violently against his chest as he feels the softness of your skin. He looms closer to you. “Can I make it up to you somehow?”

He notices your breath hitching, as your eyes fix on his lips. You open your mouth slightly before closing it again. You move your hand, smoothing a strand of hair away from his eyes, your fingers brushing against his warm skin, still avoiding to look into his eyes. He’s so close, he feels your breath fanning over his face. You look up, your captivating eyes locking with his.

Choso isn’t the best with social cues, but he knows you so well; he knows every of your expressions. Just this one is new to him; your pupils dilated, your mouth slightly parted and your cheeks flushed. It’s painted all over your face that you want to kiss him. So he leans closer, pressing his lips onto yours. 

The warm, plush of your lips meet his and he swears he is about to collapse. His one hand finds purchase on your waist, fingers gently dipping into your flesh. The kiss is soft and tender at first, his one hand cradling your face as if you’re made out of glass. His tongue moves against your own, slowly but surely exploring you, tasting you until you’re the only thing that he can sense. 

Choso pulls away breathlessly, “I’ve been waiting so long to finally do this,” he admits, his dark eyes trailing over your face lovingly. And the way you smile up at him only makes him want to kiss you more.

“Then why did you stop?” You ask him breathlessly, your chest swelling with affection.

A low chuckle rips past his chest before his lips are on yours again. This time the kiss is hungrier, desperate even. He presses himself impossibly closer to you, his hand that isn’t tangled in your hair is smoothing over the side of your body. He grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slightly.

His palm smooths over your hips, waist, higher and higher, until it cups your breast. His thumb circles your nipple, while he swallows the moan he draws from you. If he doesn’t pull himself together, he might cum from just kissing and touching you.

The kiss grows deeper and harder until it turned frantic. Just tasting your lips, your tongue, wasn’t enough. He needs more of you. Now that he had a taste he can’t seem to get enough.

Choso let’s his hand glide down your body, his ceaseless fingers tugging your panties down. You move with him, bucking up your hips so he can pull them down. He stops his movement for a second as he takes in your pretty pussy. It’s like a dream come true. He lets his finger glide along your folds, spreading your wetness. 

His voice is hoarse as he mutters, “You’re so wet and I didn’t even touch you properly.” He almost sounds surprised. He watches your face growing hot, your eyes averting his imploring gaze as his dark eyes find yours. “Now you’re shy?” He teases you playfully. 

“Shu-,” you start to retort weakly but your response gets cut off by your small moan, as he plunges his finger inside of you. He watches your face scrunch up in delight as he adds a second finger, thrusting them into you lazily while his thumb circles your clit.

He works like that, observing every of your sounds and reactions until he has you squirming slightly, your breathing getting heavier and faster. His blood runs hot at the way you lose yourself because of his touch. 

“So pretty,” he mumbles, watching you in awe as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your thighs quiver. Choso desperately tries to ignore his throbbing cock, knowing that he could cum from the sight of you gushing around his fingers. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. But you don’t even have to tell him; he can already feel it. Your walls spasm around his fingers and your spine bows as your orgasm washes over you. He works you through it, until your puffy clit is so sensitive that you squirm underneath him.

He only lets go of you then, his half-lidded eyes fixed on yours. “I need you so bad,” he rasps, the devotion in is voice making you clench around nothing. 

You gulp, whispering a low “come here.” He does so after he loses his pants and boxers. Choso crawls back up to you, positioning himself between your spread legs. 

He leans down, pressing his lips onto yours, his hand cradling your head gently. His dick twitches against your thigh and he knows you both can’t wait any longer. He aligns himself to you, his eyes staying firmly on you as he sinks into you slowly.

His dick drags along your walls inch for inch until he bottoms out. He stays like this, pulling himself together to not cum at this instant. He feels utterly helpless, loosing himself in the heat of your pussy. His gaze is vulnerable and deliberate, as he succumbs to you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, his voice soft with affection. You clench around him in response, causing a groan to slip past his lips. Your delicate hand tangles into his hair, pulling himself close to you so you can kiss him. He reciprocates the kiss with an equal vigor. 

And then he starts to move, dragging his dick out of you, just to thrust deeper inside of you. He drinks up all your moans and whimpers. And you swallow his low moan as your nails rake down his back. He fucks you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to mold himself into you. 

Choso can’t seem to tear himself away from you. His lips are on yours as you pant and moan against each other’s mouths. “So good, so fucking good,” he breathes into your lips, not ever being able to get over how your pussy sucks him in.

Then he starts moving faster as you desperately cling onto him. He ruts into you with fast and hard thrust. He groans into your neck, frantically trying not to cum. But it is so hard for him; all your pretty sounds fall right onto his ear and your pussy is just way to wet and soft.

He already knows that he won’t be lasting long. But he just can’t stop, not when he hears how he makes you feel. So he pounds into you relentlessly, the squelching sound of your pussy mixing in with his desperate groans. 

That is until his name slips past your lips. The sound of it nearly a moan, so tender and devoted. It makes him tip over the edge suddenly. Choso groans, his brows furrowing, helplessly thrusting inside you once more as he comes undone. He moans your name along a string of curses as he spills his hot cum into you, painting your walls white. 

He slumps his figure against yours, his face flushing hot. “Fuck, sorry,” he apologizes, slight shame making itself apparent in his chest. 

“Don’t worry,” you breathe, your hand stroking over his hair tenderly. “I mean I caught you jacking off like 10 minutes ago,” your voice is amused, a breathless little chuckle falling onto his ears. He smiles into the crook of your neck, the sound of it dissolving any negative feelings inside of him. 

Choso moves, his face now hovering above you, his half-lidded eyes gazing deeply into yours.

“That wasn’t the problem. That was all you. You and your perfect pussy” he breathes into your lips.

©sweetdreamlandstuff

When Tsukishima gets comfortable, he really gets comfortable.

You learned that eight months into your relationship, when Tsukishima walked into the bathroom—with you on the toilet—heading for the sink to brush his teeth.

“Kei!” You nearly scream, clutching your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m using the bathroom here?”

“I can see,” he says, and you groan, throwing your head back in defeat. It really doesn’t help that the mirror is perfectly placed, in a way that allows your Kei to look at you directly in the eye while you sit on the toilet looking as unflattering as ever.

“Then leave? I can’t even piss in peace.”

“Why would I leave?” He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, “I’ve seen worse.”

“It’s impossible to argue with you,” you cry. And you’re right. Tsukishima Kei is insufferable, and he may be too comfortable with you already.

-

You learn Tsukishima has no sense of personal space soon after.

When he loves someone, his affection comes in odd ways. Sometimes it’s a flick to the forehead, other times it’s a teasing remark, and today, it’s him asking you if he could stay with you while you shower.

It’s not necessary the worst request, but when you consider the fact that he’s asking to sit on a stool and talk to you while you bathe, you find it a bit strange.

“Why would you even want that?” You ask him, all while you get ready for your nighttime shower.

“I just wanna be there.”

You shrug, tell him “sure”, and move on with your day. He sits on the toilet seat as you shower, recounting his day and all the small things that ticked him off.

“I never knew you could talk this much,” you laugh. He’s not necessarily the most quiet partner, but words are often few when it comes to your Kei. He’s more of a listener than anything, telling you how much he likes to hear your voice when you “bitch about everything.” (His words, not yours.)

-

Once you spend enough time with Tsukishima, though, you learn that he’s not evasive, just caring. He cares for you in ways you’ve never been loved before.

He shows you this when you feel as if you’re looking the Grim Reaper in the eyes, period cramps eating you away, and laying in your shared bed.

“Get up,” he whispers, careful to not yell for he knows how much you hate loud noises.

“Don’t talk to me.”

He knows it’s the cramps talking, so he only responds with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay,” he says, and begins to lift you off the bed. You nearly scream in shock, hitting his chest lightly.

“Put me down!” You kick your legs as he carries you bridal-style towards the bathroom. You know what he’s doing, trying to motivate you to not wallow in your pain, but you’re far too stubborn and in too much pain to care.

“Don’t ignore me!”

“You told me not to talk to you,” he retorts, gently placing you on the closed toilet seat and kneeling in front of you. “I ran a bath for you.”

You stare at him, head tilted to the side, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.

“You want me to strip you, or?” He speaks up in the midst of your silence.

“Don’t be an ass.”

“That’s what I do best,” he smiles, lifting your hands up to remove your shirt (it’s his, really) from your body.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎

plap plap plap. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ penetration + fingering. ⋆ demolishing your pussy. ⋆ exhibitionism. ⋆ pounding you from the back. ⋆ breath play. ⋆ you’re so easy to break. ⋆ riding him.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

jerking him off while making out. ⋆ choso being affectionate. ⋆ working your hand on him. ⋆ polite roughhousing. ⋆ worshiping you. ⋆ gameplay. ⋆ overstimulation. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ bdsm.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

idk but the watch is soooo giving nanami. ⋆ thrusting inside his cute girl. ⋆ sitting on his lap. ⋆ wearing tiny skirts to get him to fuck you. ⋆ touching you. ⋆ what a pretty sight. ⋆ riding him.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

his way of taking care of you. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ rubbing your clit. ⋆ mutual masturbation. ⋆ gojo coded. ⋆ folded missionary. ⋆ grinding yourself on him. ⋆ semi-public. ⋆ spooning you.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

ghostface leaving you brainfucked. ⋆ cnc w ghostface. ⋆ helping you shove a dildo up your hole. ⋆ fingering you while pampering you with kisses. ⋆ fucking you too good. ⋆ bath sex.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱‎

nasty backshots. ⋆ he only feeds his cock to bimbos. ⋆ taped up cunt. ⋆ bdsm. ⋆ hes so mean when fucking you. ⋆ headlock. ⋆ at his service. ⋆ manhandling. ⋆ pounding you from below.

Hi it's me again, thxx for making req rules. Ok so I have like a rlly smutty prompt so it's totes cool if ur not on board but I was thinking like a crossover? Like imo Abby is my fav but I was thinking like a sub being passed around like a blunt between Ellie, Abby, and Vi. X reader ofc, dom!Ellie, dom!Abby, and dom!vi? Thx again!

being passed around by ellie, abby and vi.

it started off as a simple evening with some friends. after meeting at that stingy lesbian bar, the one with sticky carpets and burning liquor. after a night of drunken karaoke and sloppy dancing, it was abby’s idea to hang out after being kicked out.

‘we can go back to my place. my roommate’s out at some girls house.’ she said, a smile on her face. you all nodded along, the girl with pink hair, and the face tattoo grinned while ellie, the auburn haired girl smiled softly, the more quiet of the four of you. you all drove after abby desperately, abby and ellie both in trucks, vi at the end in a motorcycle.

after arriving at abby’s apartment, you all got settled in the living area, you somehow ended up sat inbetween all of them. sipping beers turned into ellie rolling up a blunt for everyone to share. stingy? sure. hot? absolutely. she handed it to you to light first, her eyes looking you over as you lit the blunt, handing her the lighter back, her tattooed arm putting it back into her flannel pocket.

you inhaled the smoke, the smooth crackling of the blunt, you passed it onto vi, who smirked taking it from you, lulling her head back onto the couch as she breathed it out.

the records started playing, conversations rolling, all of you in a spacy giggly high. god. making new friends is fun! it seemed everyone was into one another, but that’s what you get for going to a lesbian bar on a friday night. you don’t remember exactly how abby’s hand ended up on your thigh, vi’s muscled arm around your shoulder, the way ellie was sat on the floor infront of the couch, her back against the coffee table, as you all giggled at a bra that was laid across the floor, by an ajar door. ‘that’s from a girl my roommate brought over, manny. i swear!’ abby says. ‘he never cleans up around here.’

you also aren’t sure exactly how you and vi ended up kissing, you had your eyes closed, losing yourself in the moment, until you felt abby’s breath on your neck, as she watched closely, the strings of saliva being passed between you and vi, ‘hey. our turn.’ you hear abby says, you furrow your eyebrows, but when vi pulls away her lips from yours and holds your jaw, turning it to give abby access to your lips you let out a soft moan, you didn’t know what was going on, but when you opened your eyes slightly, and saw ellie’s needy and curious gaze over you and abby, you felt the warmth and wetness between your legs. ‘so pretty.’ abby murmurs, when you felt vis hands behind you, on the small of your back as she gently tugged up your top, you knew it was wrong. god what were you doing? but soon enough, your arms were raised above your head, lips disconnected from abby’s.

you heard abby giggling softly as she watched vi undress you, vi smirked, and you felt a snap on your hip, after showing off your little thong string to the others, she snapped it back onto you. ‘this okay, cupcake?’ vi asked, and you nodded, resting your head back against her shoulder.

soon enough your little shorts were being taken off by abby, vis hands massaging your breasts the whole time. ellie stayed stationary and curious on the other end of the sofa, her thighs clenched together.

‘fuck it.’ abby said, looking up into your eyes for consent, and when you nodded, she pulled your panties to the side, gently pushing her finger through your folds, exploring. ‘she’s wet already.’ vi said, you covered your face in embarrassment, but as she held you in her arms from behind, you didn’t do anything to stop them. of course. you felt a strong pressure, abby pushing in her thick fingers, your walls clenching around her as you rolled your hips in a circle. abby smirked, as she pumped her finger in and out, slipping in another one ‘oh abs’!!’ you moaned, turning your head behind to ground yourself by kissing vis lips. vi then adjusted to sit by your side, her fingers moving down to your clit, toying with it while abby pumped in and out of you relentlessly. your breath quickened, you couldn’t help but look down. two people pleasuring you at once, when you heard via soft murmur to ellie- ‘wanna get over here, el?’ she asks. and ellie nods. a curious nod, you could see her thighs clenched together and her gaze darting all over you, the way your hips rolled into abby’s pumps, and the way your eyebrows furrowed together.

she moved to sit beside you, while the other girls fuck you. she looks into your eyes, while her fingers lay hesitant over your mouth. you take her long fingers in your mouth, licking them which guides her to push them in gently, she’s in awe at the way you suck her fingers, the way you stop when abby’s biceps clench when she curls her fingers inside you and you just have to gasp. vi smirked at ellie. nodding at watch she was doing. all of the girls paying attention to the way you sucked ellies fingers.

after you came, they looked at you in pure awe. ‘jeez cupcake. good job.’ vi says, as she pats your cheek gently, moving herself off the couch, kneeling between your legs as abby lets vi take her spot, you felt vis warm tongue and powder blue eyes laser gaze staring up at you as the licked you clean with her tongue. ‘ellie. you wanna help?’ she asks, and ellie nods, looking to you for approval with her eyes, and when you nod she scrambles to the floor beside vi, licking a stripe up your slit, gently sucking the folds, wanting every drop. she sucked your slit until you sighed, pushing her head away gently, and you laugh, collapsing onto the back of the couch.

god. yall would never see eachother again.

─── ❝ 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❞ ───

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: sagau guide for newbies :

looking for your favorites // thoma, xiao, zhongli // kazuha, diluc

call me by my name // zhongli - he understands the loneliness of a god

secret valentines // diluc - he hides you in imposter au

my alatus // xiao - you indulge him

everything feels new // multiple - you obtain a physical body for the first time

elemental reactions // multiple - extension for everything feels new

last resort // multiple - in a desperate act to save yourself, you reveal their secrets

competition // childe, ayato - the new hydro boy arrives

arrival // zhongli - you're just a tea house owner... right?

ramble 0, the aftermath 1 // xiao, zhongli - they deal with the aftermath of imposter AU

on screen 1 // multiple - conversations from beyond

a simp in sagau // zhongli, kaeya, ft.diluc - crack work from a simp

shorts

drunk creator // diluc

friendship level // brainrot // multiple

housewife // diluc

executions // multiple

lap naps // thoma

characters in sagau situation // dainsleif, zhongli, venti, ei

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you set up your computer at the foot of the bed—the screen in front of you blown up to full size—as you crawled back to your boyfriend.

“whoever cums first loses,” he grinned.

the two of you sprawled out, naked legs intertwining, as one of jake’s arms reached toward the mousepad—clicking the play button just as pornographic moans ripped from the speakers.

and that’s when you began.

two of your fingers tapped your clit—smearing slick along the expanse of your slit. you bit your lip, eyes rolling as they flicked in the direction of your boyfriend.

jake’s hand wrapped around his chubbed hard-on. his thumb ran along the veins of his cock, slowly—almost teasingly—making its way to the sticky slit of his swollen, mushroom tip. “f-fuck…” his other hand ran through his hair as his head fell back.

“hah…” you gasped, slipping a finger between the precum-lathered walls of your cunt. “you sensitive already, jakey?” you laughed breathlessly, your ring finger forcing itself between your clenching walls as you fucked yourself at a steady pace.

“no… n-no way, you wish… ngh!” he gritted his teeth, still fisting his cock, letting his head snap toward the screen.

all of this had started because of the competitive nature of your relationship. playful kisses had turned into a playful argument about who was easier—who came the quickest. “aww… baby, you know how good i make you feel,” you cooed, condescendingly twirling your fingers in his black locs as you smiled against his neck.

“maybe.” his grip on your waist tightened, pressing you into the tenting bulge in his pants. “but don’t i make you feel better?” he groaned against the shell of your ear—proposing there was only one way to find out.

on the screen, the girl was face-down, her leg propped on the counter as her partner ravished her. cum dripped from her slick-glistening folds, his moans guttural and uncontrolled as he fucked into her at a relentless pace despite having already come so many times.

the video reminded you two of yourselves.

“shit… i’m close,” jake huffed, squeezing his shaft hard, like he was trying to milk himself dry. “m-me too.” you frowned, back arching into your touch as three fingers thrust into you, your thumb massaging your clit. one hand worked your nipples—pinching the sensitive buds between your thumb and index finger.

“t-truce? please, ‘wanna watch you cum, angel,” your boyfriend whined, sounding eerily like the man on screen as his orgasm grew closer.

“yeah… mpf! oh my god, jake, baby!” you swore, head spinning, dizzy with need.

so was jake’s. he tugged his cock—sore and throbbing—pre-cum slicking his hand.

“cum with me, please, please… ‘want to cum together, y/n.”

“mhm..! fuck, i’ll cum with you, baby. just—ah! hah… oh, shit!” your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, warmth blooming in your core as you rode it out.

you could feel spurts of jake’s cum paint your mound, globs of pearly white dripping down your cunt as your hips jerked—clear liquid shooting from your fluttering hole as you screamed like the woman in the video.

the sheets beneath you were soaked—ruined by the slobbery, slicked-up mess you and your boyfriend had made.

the video on the screen had faded to black, the next one auto-playing.

“fuck…” your thighs trembled. jake breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath, while the two of you chuckled at the mess you’d made.

when your heads turned to the screen again, a new video was playing. “we should try that next,” he grinned.

“think you’d last?” you cocked your head, smirking as you sat up on your elbows. “is that a challenge?”

“only if you’re not willing to admit you’d cum first.”

you rolled your eyes. “challenge accepted.”

he squinted, sitting up—already preparing for round two.

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