Megumi Doesn’t Like Pda. He’s A Private Person, He Likes To Keep Intimate Things To Himself.

Hello! first, I apologize if there is something that is not understood 😔English is not my first language uwu Second, I love your blog and your writing 💞💞, I don't know if you are recibing ideas, but it would be nice to see an tattoo artist!eren 🤤🥵🥵 that shows you the most delicate and sensitive parts of the body where you can get a tattoo 😳😳😳

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A/N: This was just a dumb and cute drabble I wrote up ok have fun lol

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CW: Eren thinks reader is fucking adorable ok love that for him, mention of needles (cause tattoo), oral (f receiving)

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You’re staring at the ceiling, anxiously fidgeting your fingers at your sides and swinging your feet as you lay back against the plush leather chair. You’re alone in one of the rooms at the local tattoo shop, waiting for the tattoo artist to begin working on you. It’s the first time you’re getting a tattoo, a small one to match your best friend’s tattoo, placed on the right side of your ribcage.

The tattoo artist, whom you were told by the blonde receptionist is named Eren, hasn’t shown yet and with each passing second your anxiety only gets worse.

Then soon enough he does show, and it only makes you more nervous.

After he comes inside the room, he stands by your chair, tall and muscular with long brown hair and the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with the tattoo shop’s logo paired with black jeans, and his arms are covered in various tattoos – there doesn’t seem to be any kind of theme, a mixture of symbols, animals, skulls, even some cartoon characters and superheroes. He’s had a lot of work done on him and it shows. It makes you feel just a bit lame, to be so nervous over one silly tattoo.

“Hey, my name’s Eren,” he starts, looking you down from head to toe. He thinks you’re cute, pretty even. Your anxiety over the incoming tattoo is even more adorable, he thinks with a grin.

He sticks out his hand above your chest as a greeting and you place your palm in his, giving it a weak shake as you tell him your name. It makes him laugh, a deep chuckle as he lets go of your hand.

“You’re shaking,” he comments, “Relax, it won’t be so bad.”

He washes his hands in the sink in the corner of the room thoroughly with warm water and soap. After drying them, he turns around to begin gathering his tools and inks. He has a tray on wheels that he places next to your chair where he places down the inks, ink cups, and needles. You can also see that he places a razor and a damp cloth off to the side. The whole set up almost reminds you of a dentist’s office, only the color palette is dark and grungy, and you’ll be feeling a lot more pain than a simple cleaning.

“It’s my first tattoo,” you tell him sheepishly between the clattering of his supplies.

He turns around and quirks an eyebrow, “First tattoo and you pick right above your ribs? That’s brave.”

He snaps on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, and reaches for the razor.

“Is the ribs a bad place to tattoo?” You asked curiously.

“Well… it hurts, not gonna lie to you,” he says, and he lifts his t-shirt to show you his own tattoo on his ribs. It’s very beautiful, an intricate design of colors surrounding a bird, but you only glance at it for a moment, distracted by this man’s chiseled chest and washboard abs. You turn away, heat rising to your cheeks. He takes note of your bashfulness but continues with, “This one hurt like a bitch, to be honest.”

“That’s not doing much to help me feel better,” you mutter as Eren takes a seat on a rolling stool beside you.

He chuckles, “Sorry. Jus’ being honest.”

You turn to him and the both of you are just staring at each other for a while, until Eren laughs again.

“Your top.”

You snap out of your staring contest with those pretty emeralds of his to realize he’s telling you to take your shirt off.

“Right. Sorry.”

You lift your back up off the leather chair, just enough to peel off your shirt from your torso. You bring it over your head and Eren’s treated to the lovely sight of your clothed breasts. It’s not the first time he’s tattooed a woman’s chest, maybe not even the hundredth, but you’re really attractive and he’s a man, what can he do but stare?

You feel your skin growing warm under his gaze, and you realize as he continues to stare with that shit-eating grin that he meant your bra too. You reach behind your back but at the chair’s angle it's hard to take it off.

“Need help?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He leans over you, a gloved hand pressing to your back to find the clip of your bra. It’s cool to the touch and your body gets startled at the contact. Plus, his face is really close and he smells really good.

“Cold?” he asks as he pinches the clasp open. Your bra sags over your shoulders.

“Yeah, just a little,” you reply, a bit of a nervous titter to your voice. You slip your arms out of the bra and now your chest is completely exposed. You lie back and stare at the ceiling, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’m gonna shave the spot where the tattoo goes,” he tells you as he brings the razor close to your chest, “Needa do it so the hair doesn’t get in the way.”

You nod and affirm his actions with a low hum. His left hand comes up to the underside of your breast, and he holds it away as his other hand begins to shave your skin below it. It’s cold and it’s prickly, and you wince with each swipe of the razor against your skin. Eren’s brows are furrowed in concentration and he looks quite endearing with his tongue poking out between his teeth. You want to laugh but don’t, for fear that your chest shaking with laughter would interrupt his work.

He catches you grinning though, eyes turning up to you as he asks, “Got a joke you wanna share with the class, doll?” His voice is full of mirth, only because he finds you really cute.

“It’s nothing…just thinking of something a friend told me,” you lie, and hope it sounds convincing.

It doesn’t, but Eren lets it slide.

He wipes away at your skin with a damp cloth after setting down the razor. Then, he picks up the sheet with the stencil and holds it in front of the location for your tattoo.

His eyes quickly flicker towards your face, as you eagerly await for him to continue. Nervousness has molded into a mixture of fear and anticipation, your nerves still on edge but set to a low frequency thanks to Eren’s calm and honest nature.

He wipes at your skin with the damp cloth once more before setting down the stencil against your skin. He peels away the background paper, leaving a purple etching of what’s to become your tattoo. He allows you a moment to stand up and look in the mirror, to see for the last time how your virgin canvas will look once it’s painted. And he smiles, as he always does whenever a customer approves, as your nervous expression becomes one of excitement.

“It looks great,” you say to his reflection.

“Let’s get started then, yeah?” He says, and you’re back into the black dentist-style chair in the room. Soon the small room is filled with the noise of the tattoo machine and the sounds of Eren’s preparations. In front of you he begins to open the sterile packages for the materials. He sets aside a cup of clean water and some ointment. When everything for the tattoo is ready, he sits back down on the stool and checks with you one final time.

“It’s a small tattoo, won’t take long. It’ll be over before you know it,” he says reassuringly, jade eyes surprisingly calm and gentle. He doesn’t want to worry you, though he knows it will be painful.

You nod silently as he rubs some ointment on your skin. You feel like you’re at the top of the first drop on a rollercoaster, a mixture of fear and excitement buzzing throughout your body.

He grips the tattoo gun in his hand and dips into the black ink, before his other hand comes to your breast once more to hold it away. One last look at you, a silent ‘Ready?’ spoken from his gaze, is quelled by your smile and a single nod from your head.

He begins the tattoo and he wasn’t kidding when he said that shit hurt.

“Deep breaths,” he tells you as he traces the lines of your tattoo. “You’ll get used to it, just relax.”

You do as he says, taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves, your body’s reaction to the pain in the form of your clenched fists at your sides. The tattoo is rather small and simple, and the tracework doesn’t take very long. You ask questions here and there about Eren’s experience tattooing, and about the process and some of the more intricate work he’s done, and he answers all your questions eagerly and honestly. Having conversation with him is quite nice, you find it, though sometimes it’s hard to meet his gaze because he’s just so damn good-looking. But thanks to his distracting conversation and his alluring smiles, by the end of it you’re becoming dull to the painful pinching and stabbing of the needle, and the only thing that hurts is your chest from your heart beating so quickly within it.

When he wipes away at the lines, he smiles up at your weary face, “You did great, champ. Just gotta do the shading. Take a break for a minute while I switch needles.”

He taps your bare thigh with his palm before he stands to switch out the supplies. You relax into the chair, your skin stinging with the pain but otherwise you feel okay. From what you’ve heard, the shading tends to be quite painful too, so you don’t feel like you’re quite out of the woods yet.

The tattoo is a simple black and white, so he doesn’t need to worry about changing and blending several colors, which makes it an easier experience for you. All he does is switch the needle to a mag needle and dips it in the black once more.

“This part will hurt but it’s quick, promise,” he says, watching as your body tenses up again against the chair. You nod and he begins the quick shading work, and holy fuck does shading over your ribs hurt. You’re wincing in pain but otherwise you sit through it, this time in silence as Eren concentrates on the shading.

It’s over quickly, as he promised. “Not so bad was it?” He asks. But the frown on your face proves otherwise.

“That hurt so bad,” you whined comically and he laughed.

“Sorry, angel. Pick an easier spot next time,” he says as he applies the dressings to your tattoo. When it's wrapped up, you look up at him directly. He’s removing his gloves and pushing away the tray with the supplies. When he turns around, his gaze is unreadable. Not that you can get a glimpse into his head, but he's having thoughts and those thoughts concern you.

“So… for next time… which spots do you recommend?” You ask him.

He takes a seat back down on the stool next to you. His eyes dance between your bare chest, your plump wet lips, and your cute innocent-looking doe eyes peering back at him. He’s giving you a look that’s turning more heated with every second. Eren’s whole being seems to perk up at the words ‘next time’.

“You should get a tattoo wherever you want to, but in terms of the pain…” he reaches out a hand to rub down your arms, “Your arms are the easiest – they’re the least sensitive,” then he brushes over your thighs. His palms are warm, his touch is slow and purposeful, “Your thighs too, that's a place that doesn’t hurt much.”

You swallow harshly. “So…So where are the most sensitive parts? What should I avoid?”

His hand is still on your thigh, and he feels you squirming as your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip before tugging it into your teeth. You couldn’t be more obvious about it, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s all the more endearing that you’re being so obvious with your attraction to him.

“Well,” he scoots over towards your feet. You’re wearing flip flops because it’s a hot summer day, and his hands graze over your bare skin, “The feet are the worst. It hurts and it fades, definitely don't do those.”

You nod as he comes back closer to your chest, “Where else?”. You sit up in the chair, and swing your legs to the side so you’re facing him. He scoots closer, spreading his legs so yours are in between his.

“Well the tattoo you just did is one of the worst,” he says, and his hand skips over your raw tattoo, starting at the sternum between your breasts, before slowly tracing up to your throat. He’s deliberately dragging two fingers up against your skin, and relishes in the way you shiver in response. “This whole area’s terrible too. Right above all those bones. Hurts like hell.”

“I’ll remember not to tattoo there,” you reply, and you want to smile, but the way he’s staring at you is so intense your eyes drag down to his lips.

“There’s a couple more spots I can show you,” he says, and it sounds like an invitation.

“Where else, Eren?”

He cups a palm around the back of your neck and brings you closer. “Neck’s pretty painful, though it’s not the worst.” He continues to pull you closer, until you can feel his breath above your lips, “Here’s pretty bad though,” he whispers, capturing your lips for a kiss. He’s not surprised at all when you kiss him back. He pulls away with a smirk, “Lips are really bad.”

“Are they?” You ask, voice going soft as you recover from the daze he’s left you in.

“Yeah,” he leans in again, and tugs your bottom lip between his teeth, before dousing the flame across its surface with his tongue. “Really painful.”

“I’ll–ah–I’ll remember that,” you stutter, because Eren’s lips trace down the path from your lips to your sternum, all patches of skin that would hurt like a bitch to tattoo. His breath is so warm against your skin, which was cool because of the rather chilly room you were in. He left goosebumps behind on each patch of skin his lips touched.

“Here too,” he murmurs as his lips traverse the skin leading to your navel, “Tattoos here are awful.”

His hands rest on your knees, while yours card through his hair. There’s definitely a few more places he hasn’t shown you, but the most important one is the one he wishes to show you now.

“There’s one more, baby,” he says, his face right above your stomach, looking up at you with those fiery green eyes behind the lengths of his brown lashes. “One more place you definitely shouldn’t get tattooed. If you’ll let me show you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers hook on either side of your shorts.

“Show me.”

Your body briefly lifts up from the leather chair as he pulls down your shorts, down over your knees and right off once they are past your ankles. He grins devilishly when he spots your panties, darkened with your wetness.

“Someone’s an eager student, hm?” He teases, and by instinct you move to close your legs. But he pushes them apart, resting the back of your knees in the crevice of his elbows, leaning down to place kisses along your inner thighs. “Definitely don’t get one here,” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, whimpers leaving your throat as he gets closer and closer to your center. When he reaches the skin where your pussy meets your thighs, he licks a stripe up the surface. He pushes you slightly back gently, your thighs now being lifted by his strong arms, and your palms behind your back on the chair to support you. You lean back, your fresh tattoo still stinging a bit, but otherwise you're completely enraptured in this moment with Eren.

Eren hooks a finger under your panties, pushing the fabric aside and tucking it right where he had licked you. Your cunt glistens under the parlor’s lights, slick dripping down your heat, and Eren licks his lips in anticipation.

“You’re so wet, doll…want me to touch you?” he asks, and you nod at his inquiry of consent.

“Yes, please,” you reply, and he can see you’re clenching around nothing. He gives you the touch you so crave by pressing his tongue against your clit, a groan escaping his throat at the taste. He flicks his tongue over your bud several times, and it is then that you note he has a tongue piercing. The cool titanium adds pressure and cools your heat, a sensation you’ve never felt before.

“Eren–that’s–”

“Hm?” he hums against your cunt, sending vibrations through your skin. He realizes, when he presses his tongue against you again, that you’re reeling in reaction to his piercing on your skin. He only smirks, pressing it further between your lips and onto your clit. You’re trying your best to keep quiet (there are others just outside the room, afterall), but your voice is ever so gradually picking up with each time that you moan out Eren’s name.

He slips a finger inside of you as his tongue clamps down on your clit. One of your hands that was behind you on the chair comes up to his hair, and you grab some of his brown locks, pushing him further into you. He doesn’t mind, only picks up the pace of his sucking and licking, sounds becoming more loud and lewd with each passing second.

After the addition of a second finger, the pumping turning into squelching sounds, you feel your orgasm starting to take form in your core.

“Eren, I’m gonna–”

He curls his fingers inside you, brushing that lovely spongy spot inside that has you clenching tight around his digits. He doesn’t let up with his tongue either, and quickly you’re cumming on his fingers, with a loud sob that you hope and pray no one else in the shop heard.

“Good girl,” he says, suckling on his fingers as your chest heaves from your panting. “You taste so sweet,” he says, his voice low as he groans in satisfaction. He leans down and laps up whatever release has dripped down your skin, overstimulation threatening to hit your nerves, but he stops before you could even begin to wince.

You take a deep breath of air, “That was…”

“Good?” He asks with a grin, teetering somewhere between boyish and mischievous. He sets your legs back onto the chair and holds up your shorts for you along with your shirt and bra.

“Yeah… it was good,” you manage to say, embarrassment causing heat to rise to your face and steam to pour out your ears. Eren catches himself laughing again at you, because even after that you are being so damn cute.

You step into your shorts. As you put your top back on, you give Eren a questioning look. Turns out he’d said that last part out loud.

“You think I’m cute?” You ask.

He rises out of the stool to stand before you, and he shoots you a grin. “Yeah…not just think, I know so.”

Eren tacks on an invitation to that statement, asking you out on a date. After you accept, and after he tells you some final instructions for tattoo care and bids you on your way, he walks with you to the exit of the private room. Just before you go, with your hand on the doorknob, he says lowly, just for you to hear:

“Maybe next time I can teach you a little something about piercings.”

“Piercings? Not just the one on your tongue?”

With a wink he says, “I have quite a few more… in places that aren’t so visible.”

And your reaction to that? That was definitely the cutest thing Eren’s ever seen.

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Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro 

Summary: These bad boys when some random starts flirting with you

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Gojo Satoru:

It’s not rare for Gojo to barely have any free time, but when he does, he spends it with you

On one of these days, he took you out on a date

It wasn’t much of a date though; as he kept disappearing, distracted by every souvenirs shop he passed by

Getting tired after a while, you took a sit at a table on a nearby cafe’s terrace

While examining the menu, planning on getting you and your boyfriend a drink, an unknown man occupied the sit in front of you

“Sorry but that seat is taken” 

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「the princess and the foxes」 | Miya Osamu & Suna Rintarou

SUMMARY: What happens when the foxes hunt down the princess?

WARNINGS: exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex (fem! and male!receiving), degradation, fingering, double vaginal penetration, breeding.

AO3 | WATTPAD

The club lights startle you at first, you squeeze your eyes, trying to get used to the colorful spotlights that run through the place. You grab Kita's hand, letting him guide you and Aran to the VIP salon Atsumu has access to. The smell of alcohol and sweat infested the room and a bunch of people bumped into you as you walked, making you walk closer to the former captain.

“Who let Atsumu choose the reunion place?” You ask.

“He won the last rock, papers, scissors, so it was his turn to pick up a place.” Kita answers and you huff, annoyed.

It was usually Kita or you who would choose where the Inarizaki reunion would be, especially in high school. Since the moment you decided to be a manager of the team, all the boys did every and anything you said, they would even lick the floor you walked on if you asked. The Miya twins always fought for your attention, Osamu was more discreet about it, proposedly giving his best during practice so you would praise him, and Atsumu, who noticed his twin intentions from the beginning, started giving hard sets to his brother so he would miss them, then doing powerful serves to steal praises from you. They ended up bickering with each other and some physical aggressions happened from time to time, resulting in Kita scolding them while Suna took the opportunity to have your attention all to himself. Overall, they were really fun to hang out with and a great team, you definitely loved managing them.

Finally, you get to the salon. It’s a big dark room with red lights, there’s a big bar, a bunch of circular tables with cushions around it dispersed throughout the room, a small stage with a strip pole and a dance floor with glass windows that gives you the view of the people in the club downstairs. It seems like those private clubs you see in movies, elegant and most definitely, really expensive. You wander around a little until you find Atsumu, Akagi, and Ginjima are already sitting on a table with a few drinks on it.

“Hey guys! How yer doin’?” Atsumu asks, getting up to greet the newcomers.

The player hugs the two men in front of you, not minding that they only extended their hands to him, Atsumu always greets them with a tight and warm hug.

“Hi, ‘Sumu!” You say, opening your arms to be embraced in a bear hug from the blond.

“Y/n!” He spins you around a little. “Our princess came!” You laugh, tapping on his arm indicating for him to put you down.

“I always come, Atsumu.”

“Still, it’s always a pleasure to be in the presence of Your Highness.” He raises your hand to his lips and kisses its back, making you laugh once again.

He walks with you to the table and you take a seat beside him. You order some drinks and do some small talk while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. After a while, Omimi and his new girlfriend arrived, followed by Osamu and Suna shortly after.

“When you said we were going to a club, I thought you were going to bring us to a strip club, I’m surprised you were able to control your urge to see half naked girls.” Suna says to Atsumu, making you and the rest of your team laugh quietly.

“Actually, they do have some strippers in here if you want, Sunarin.” Atsumu says with a smirk.

“Nah, the only girl I wanna see dancing on that pole is our princess.” They turn their heads to you, who roll your eyes playfully at Suna.

“Why do they all call you princess?” Maiko, Omimi’s girlfriend, asks.

“She played Princess Orihime in the Tanabata festival in her first year of high school.” Osamu answers.

“And also because she’s precious just like a princess.” Kita adds and Suna agrees.

“Now see, Atsumu, that’s how you should treat a woman.” You say, pointing your cup to the former captain. “Thank you, Kita.”

The setter gives you an ugly face and turns to the others to talk about the current volleyball season. Drinks come and go and after an hour or two most of your friends are drunk, courtesy of the older Miya, who always orders another drink for everyone when their cup is almost empty. You allow yourself to get a little tipsy, not too drunk, considering you have some errands to run tomorrow and you don’t want to get hungover, but enough to enjoy the night just a bit more. Kita and Osamu have work the next day and settle with virgin drinks and Suna decides not to drink too much so he can record Atsumu and Ginjima drunk dancing on a table like they always do.

You drag Maiko to the dance floor with you, and it doesn’t take long before the others join you. It’s been a while since you went to a club to dance, so you take the opportunity to dance the night away and have fun with your best friends. With one drink in your hand and the other swinging around in the air, you sing the songs that are playing along with Atsumu and Akagi, more screaming than singing to be honest.

You take a glance over to the bar and catch Osamu and Suna looking at you while whispering something to each other. Maybe it’s the dark light or the distance between you that is making you see things, but you could swear that that wasn’t a friendly stare. You return the gaze, checking out the two of them while you dance. The tension was built and something in your guts was telling you that was going to be an interesting night.

You turn your back to them. Suna finishes his drink, puts his cup on the counter and starts walking towards you.

“Hello there, princess.” He says, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“Hey, Ri-.” Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands on your hips and a chest touching your back.

“Can we have this dance?” Osamu asks, leaning down to your ear. You smirk and turn your head to look at him.

“Sure thing, boys.”

As the song played they only got closer to you, sandwiching you between them. Osamu’s hips move in sync with yours and Suna’s hands hold your body for his dear life. Their breaths on your neck and warmth make your body hotter as time passes. You lock one hand on the brunette strands beside your head and the other around Rintarou’s neck.

People in the club started to stare at you, while quietly whispering to each other, it startled you a little but the boys paid no mind, they couldn’t care less about people watching, but they did notice your muscles tensing up a little.

“Rin, how about we take our little princess on an adventure in your castle?” Osamu asks and Suna smirks, knowing damn well what this ‘adventure’ is.

“Follow me, Your Highness.” Suna takes your hand on his and walks you away from the dance floor.

[..]

Suna’s penthouse is everything you would expect from a v-league volleyball player, expensive and elegant, it even smells rich. However, you couldn’t take a proper look at it, since Osamu picked you up and dragged you to the bedroom the moment you walked through the door, kissing and painting your neck red. Suna walks behind you quickly, taking off your shoes and throwing them somewhere in the place.

“Should we go easy on her?” Osamu asks, laying you on the black king size bed. Suna laughs.

“Nah, I’m sure she can take it.” He answers, unbuttoning his shirt. “In the end she’ll be asking for more.”

Rintarou grabs your chin gently, and lifts your face up. Is this really happening? He brushes his lips on yours, teasing you, you reach out to him but he pulls away, smirking.

Osamu takes handcuffs off of the nightstand drawers and throws them to Suna, who proceeds to cuff you to the headboard.

“You can take her first, I’ll watch for a while.”

Suna walks to his desk and places the chair in front of the bed. He sits on it with his legs slightly spread, hands resting on his thighs as he waits for the show to begin.

The twin cups your face and slams his lips on yours, you start to lean back down till you're fully laid on the bed. His hands wander around your hips and waist, gripping on your skin. He leaves a trail of hickeys on your neck going down to your chest, he quickly pulls up your shirt, exposing your torso and unhooks your bra. You gasp at the sudden movements, the cold air hitting your body makes you shiver momentarily, but Osamu’s kisses on your boobs and tummy bring you the hotness you need. You turn your head to the side, the sarcastic middle blocker looks back at you with a never ending smirk stamped on his face, he winks and you turn away from him, flustered. You bite your lower lip and squeeze your thighs against each other, cursing yourself for enjoying being watched, and by Suna of all people.

Miya‘s lips reach your waistline and he looks up to you for consent, you think for a short while. You still couldn’t believe you were about to be fucked by two of your best friends, not that you didn’t want to or never thought about it, yet you didn’t think you would get the two of them in the same package and there was no way of telling what they had in mind for tonight.

You take a deep breath and nod. Osamu starts to pull your skirt out of you, slowly and teasingly, tracing the outlines of your thighs with his fingertips. He lets the soft fabric fall to the ground and pushes your knees apart a little, just enough for him to leave small open mouth kisses to your inner thighs, climbing up your skin dangerously high. Instintictly, you shut your legs together, an attempt to stop him, but he slides a hand between them and reaches for your wet arousal, rubbing you through your panties. You grip on your own hands, digging your nails back into the palm of your hand. He slips his fingers under the land band and pulls the fabric off of you.

The brunette grabs your knees with both hands and pushes them up to your chest, making you fully exposed to them. You can feel your precum dripping down your hole all the way to your ass. He rubs his middle finger on your entrance, then drags it along your vulva and labia, watering you with your own juice.

You hear Suna laugh under his breath, his mocking tone sends a shiver down your spine.

“Osamu barely touched you and you’re already this wet? I can see how much of a whore you are all the way from here.”

Before you can talk back to him, Samu pushes his tongue inside you. A moan escapes your lips and you arch your back. He moves his mouth rather slowly, taking his time to pull out and lick you up to your clit, tongue flat against you, then softly suck on it, letting it go with a little plop. He pushes your thighs to the side, spreading you more.

“Samu, can you turn her to my side a little more? I want a clear view of her greedy pussy.”

Osamu hums in affirmative, the vibration makes your breath hitch and you clench around nothing. He grabs your hips and moves you more to the side. Rintarou feels his dick throb at the sight, he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down. He wraps a hand around his length, pumping himself as he watches his friend turn you into a moaning mess.

You feel your body getting hotter and hotter as time passes, the younger Miya continues to eat you out painfully slowly, stimulating every inch of you with his tongue and lips. You buckle your hips forward, desperate for more fiction.

“Faster.” You whine.

He presses your hips on the bed to keep you in place and speeds up, moving intensely. You arch your back and moan loud. You hear some groans and look down to see Suna jerking off while staring at you. Fire takes over your body and you can feel a knot starting to form on your lower abdomen. Suddenly, Osamu pushes two fingers inside you, scissoring you open. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes as he moves them in and out of you while sucking clit.

He adds a third finger and curves them inside you, hitting your g-spot, and that’s all it takes for you to cum all over his fingers and mouth, legs shaking. He descresses his speed until you come down from your high, then slowly pulls his fingers out of you. Osamu has your juices all over him, nose, mouth, chin, and even his chest. He brings his fingers up to his face and hums as he sucks them clean.

“I want a taste of her, too.” Suna says, getting up from his chair.

He comes up to the two of you and puts a hand on the back of Osamu’s neck, then pulls him in for a kiss. Your eyes widen at the sight, your clit pulsates and that hotness from earlier comes back to your body. Suna pushes his tongue against Samu's, tasting the sticky liquid mixed with his saliva. He sides eyes you as he makes out with his friend, smirking and moaning into the kiss.

Rintarou pulls away and goes down to his neck, liking all the cum drops running down his skin. Osamu goans quietly as he starts sucking on his neck, leaving dark circles behind. You squeeze your legs shut and Suna looks at you with a playful smile on.

“We didn’t forget you, princess. No need to feel left out.”

“Shut up, Suna.” You say and Osamu laughs.

“Oh, the princess talks!” Rintarou climbs on the bed, squeezing your cheeks together with one hand. “Not for long, though.”

He releases your wrists from the handcuffs and kisses you roughly. You try to hold back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but his soft lips against yours make it impossible for you to not kiss him back. You feel him smirking in the kiss and he inserts his tongue quickly, exploring every inch of your mouth. He takes your shirt and bra completely off of you, his hand finds your nipple and starts playing with it, gently fidgeting the nub between his fingers.

“Will you get on your hands and knees for me, princess?” Osamu asks as Suna pulls away from you.

You crawl over to him, you sit on your heels in front of him and wait for him to say something else.

“Turn around, in fours.” You obey, and Suna places himself in front of you. “I’ll be gentle with you, but I can’t say the same for him.” Osamu says in your ear.

“Open up.” He says, positioning his dick in front of your mouth.

You part your lips and he pushes your head on him, making you take him fully. Osamu places his hands on your hips and leaves a trail of kisses on your spine, going up to your neck. You feel his cock poking your ass and grind back a little to tease him.

“I’m going to put it in, okay, princess?” You press your hips on him, begging for his cock.

“He asked you a question, won’t you answer him? You were talking not long ago, what happened?” Suna mocks, thrusting in your mouth and making you gag on him.

Osamu positions himself on your entrance, and slowly pushes him into you.

“ Fuck ...” He says under his breath.

He starts with a steady but deep pace, rather gently, compared to the way Suna face fucks you roughly. Rintarou’s dick muffling your moans still doesn't stop you from being loud, especially when Osamu speeds up, pressing down your lower back and hitting your g-spot.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Suna asks, throwing his head back. “Such a good slut, taking both of us at the same time.” He laughs.

“So good.” Samu moans, gripping harder on your hips.

Tears of pleasure fall down your cheeks, you close your eyes shut, letting them fall and mix with the saliva dripping down your chin. You feel your climax getting closer, your legs shake a little and you struggle to support yourself. Suna gets more vocal and you know he’s close too, so you hollow your cheeks and suck him harder, making him twitch in your mouth. After a few more thrusts, he cums, his movements slow down and after he comes down from his high he pulls out of your mouth. He wraps a hand around your neck and lifts your face to look up to him.

“Swallow it.” He orders, restricting your airflow. You can only moan as Osamu fucks you faster and Suna chokes you harder. “I told you to swallow, you dumb bitch.” You manage to do as you're told, and stick your tongue out for him. “There you go, good job, cumslut.” He smiles innocently. “I’ll give you a little help as a reward.”

He reaches for your swollen clit and starts rubbing it in a circular motion. You feel your body starting to get numb and it’s only a matter of seconds till your orgasm breaks out. You start clenching around Samu, making him moan.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, will ya?” Osamu says.

Your legs start to shake and pleasure flows through your body, your cum starts to drip down your thighs, but neither of them stop. Samu and Suna drive you into stimulation, making you moan in pleasure and pain. His thrusts start to get sloppier and not long after he pulls out and cums on your back. You drop yourself to the bed and try to catch your breath. Suna grabs a towel and wipes your skin.

“We’re not done yet, princess.” He says, turning you to lay on your back. “I haven’t got the pleasure of fucking your filthy little cunt yet.”

He lays down beside you and pulls you on top of him, kissing you with eagerness. Osamu comes from behind and spreads your legs, then pushes three fingers inside of you. You moan into Suna’s mouth as Samu stretches you out even more, while adding a fourth finger.

“She’s ready for us, Suna.”

You break the kiss and straddle Suna’s hips, grinding on him a little. You grab the base of his dick and position it on your entrance, then put both hands on his chest for balance. Before you can go down on him, he thrusts up into you roughly, earning a surprised moan from you. Osamu wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you up, and takes his cock with his free hand, he places it right next to Suna’s and slowly inserts himself inside you. You dig your nails on Rintarou’s skin as your bottom burns, both men groan and you stay still to get used to it.

“How are you feeling, princess?” Miya asks, delivering little kisses to the side of your neck.

“So... full.” You whine.

“Can we move?” You nod.

They start moving in sync, slowly and gently pulling in and out of you. Your eyes go to the back of your head and it’s hard to support yourself as they hit every nerve on your walls.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted us to ruin your dirty pussy, didn’t you?.” Suna asks, gripping on your waist to move faster.

Your moans and the way you scratch his chest are enough to answer his question. Their thrusts and speed are so synchronized that you wonder if they had done this before, such perfection couldn’t be achieved on the first time, or their teamwork from high school still linger till this day. Obviously, it doesn’t take long for you to feel that knot forming on your stomach again, and it wasn’t any different for them either. Even though Samu prepped you beforehand, you were still tight and the way you occasionally clenched around them was making them lose their minds.

Suddenly, you hear your ringtone and turn to the side to find your phone on the nightstand along with Osamu and Suna’s. Rintarou quickly grabs the phone and sees who’s calling.

“You should answer him, princess.” He accepts the call and puts the phone in your ear.

“ Y/n? ”

“Atsu-” You swallow down a moan. “Hi.”

“ Where are you? I saw you dancing with Suna and that dumbass and the next second you were gone. ”

“I-” They thrust roughly in you. “Fuck!”

“ Y/n? Are you ok- Wait. No fucking way. ”

Osamu takes the phone and brings it to his face.

“She’s kinda busy right now, Tsumu, talk to ya later.”

“ Samu? ”

“Bye, Atsumu!” Suna says loud enough for him to hear it.

“ Suna?! What the- ” Samu throws the phone to the side and they continue as if nothing happened.

They speed up even more and you start to lose yourself at the pleasure, your arms give out and you can barely support yourself, incoherent mumbles escape your lips as your mind goes blank. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably and you cum hard, screaming in pleasure and gripping on whatever is under your hands.

“Fuck.” Osamu mumbles as he sees and feels your cum drip down on them. You feel him twitching, indicating he’s close. “I’m going to pull-”

“Don’t.” You manage to say. “Inside.” Suna laughs.

“The whore wants us to cum inside her?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes.”

The overstimulation turns you into a broken record, repeating the same word over and over. Samu cums with a loud moan, gripping harder on your waist and Suna follows him right after. Miya pulls you out of them, you whine at the loss and Suna holds you close, caressing your back and wiping the tears off your face.

You can feel their cum flowing down your inner thighs, the sticky feeling is rather uncomfortable, but you have no conditions to do something about it now.

Osamu grabs the towel from the side and cleans you and Suna, then goes to the bathroom to prepare a bath for you all. Rintarou picks you up bridal style and walks you to the bathtub, then gently places you in it. You stay with your eyes closed, feeling your whole body sore. He cleans and dries you up, carefully, really different from the way he was treating you a few moments before.

Suna dresses you with a t-shirt and underwear of his, and when he puts you on the bed again, Osamu shows up with a hot cup of tea and some snacks.

“How are you feeling, princess?” He asks, handing you the cup.

“Tired.” You answer with a sleepy smile and half lidded eyes.

“You did great, Y/n.” Suna says, locking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Suddenly, you remember the call and your eyes shoot open.

“Atsumu.” Your eyes search for your phone but Osamu stops you from getting up.

“We can talk to him later, you need to rest now.”

“Yeah, you probably won’t walk properly for a few days.” You glare at Rintarou and he hands you a little chocolate bar.

The three of you eat and drink tea to recharge a little bit. After you’re done, they lay down beside you, spooning you in the middle.

“You know I didn’t mean anything I said, right?” Sunas asks, caressing your cheek.

“I know, Rin. To be honest, I kinda liked it.” You say under your breath and he laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll cook you a nice breakfast tomorrow, princess.” Samu adds.

“Hey, bro, we were having a moment here. You ruined it.” Suna complains.

“Let’s just sleep boys, you both can argue in the morning.” You say before Osamu has the chance to talk back. You give both of them a peck on the lips, get closer to Samu’s chest and pull Rin closer by his waist. “Good night, boys.”

“Good night, princess.” They say in unison.

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asiah-

'm thinking of getou who has a pretty little housewife

he likes to treat her so well, spoil her and give her leedle gifts. but unfortunately, he also wants leedle pudgy babies to take care of so he bullies your pussy into submission 😥

ᥫ᭡ ─ UP UNTIL DAWN. ⸝⸝ suguru getō.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ suguru x f!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ you've always given getō what he's asked, but tonight, he's telling you what he's truly been wanting..

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 0.9k wc. pwp. breeding (& kink). established marriage. mating press. pregnancy. creampie. overstimulation(?). talk of: pregnancy & babies. (17+).

you've been such a good little housewife. keeping up with everything and treating your beloved husband with the utmost love and care. even the consistent reminder that you were being an exemplary wife a man could ask for that was being delivered with sweet gifts of love to small chocolates that made you feel like you were doing your finest..

but the way getō's slamming his heavy cock into your sweet cunny made you feel as if he's irritated with you. irritated that you were giving him everything except the one thing he needed most.

your gasps for air dissolve into placated whines, but those little whines are being suffocated through the damp fabric that's stuffed into your babbling mouth..

you remember scarcely how they snug nicely around your hips..

getō was being relentless, as if you deserved to be punished for ignoring his needs. needs you didn't even know you had to serve until he spoke,

"y'know, little wife's like you give everything to their husbands—fuck—but you.. you forgot to give me what i want most," the dominance in his voice that growled close to the shell of your ear ignited your internal engines,

“what i need.”

still confused and high off his cock, the many things he’s wanted, you’ve always given, but what was it that he truly wanted..

the makeshift gag suppressed your loud cry of surprise when getō swiftly positioned your legs with your knees bent towards your chest; he was folding you like you were some paper. the savagery feeling of his slick cock burying itself deeper in a single thrust, you could feel him splitting you in half, the crown of his leaking cock jackhammering into your cervix mercilessly.

"you forgot to give me some perfect little babies.” your blood ignited hearing him say that so roughly, and that’s when everything clicked.

the times he’s pointed out the happy couples swaying a cute baby together in a park, pointing out how cute baby clothes are, and even mocking the idea of having one flat out. you’ve always thought he was joking to get a flustered reaction from you, but this deep tone in his voice, the way he’s stuffing you impossibly deep with his cock, barely pulling out.

he was serious.

you want nothing to do with babies, but the way getō is curving his fat cock to jam directly at your womb is making you fall into submission at the idea. the idea of him pumping you full of his thick seed every night, knowing he will never settle with just one. he's a greedy man and you'll be overburdened with his children. waddling around with children that look just like him on each hip, along with another brewing in your belly.

“hm, how does that sound? ‘m gonna fill you up.. yeah, fill you to the brim with my cum,” getō would give you twins if he could tonight. stuff you with so much cum you'll end up with two.

you finally fall into the idea, a pleading whine and a needy nod told him so, making a devious smirk layout on his sweating face.

“oh yeah? you want me to fuck a baby right into you, huh?” the pleads you were delivering to him made his thrusts grow with more urgency. possession, fierce and dark, grew in his expression even more than usual. another roll, another lift of your thighs with his help, and you two were panting with greed for each other's touch. for each other's release.

pleasure, wicked and electrifying, coursed through every muscle and nerve in your body until it culminated in your convulsing cunt. the primal-ness in his thrusts was numbing your lower region, tingling trails of goosebumps along your frame as those wonderful deep-chested grunts and moans he was making signaled he was close to that sweet release.

getō’s toned body was on top of yours fully, his heavy weight pressing you further down into the mattress; his chest close to your face, hearing his heart thundering with anticipation. sweat beaded across your bodies as electrifying sparks cracked between you two the second getō snapped his hips a little harder than intended and you felt that breath of air you were desperately taking leave your body.

“take it all. take every last drop.”

getō shudders, letting out a low guttural brawl. the way his balls squeezed and convulsed against you and his cock twitching and throbbing made it impossible not to feel it all; the jerking of his hips as he released his hot ribbons of thick cum into your squeezing cunt, painting every inch of your gummy walls.

he stayed deeply embedded in your fluttering cunt until he was satisfied with the thought that his cum was already settling in your womb. and when he finally pulled out his softening cock, he did so gradually, doing his best to keep his baby batter mess from spilling out of you.

getō tried to catch any bit of his escaping thick load with his thumb, carefully scooping it and pushing it as deep as he can back inside of you, but the way your used little cunt was greedily clenching, keeping in his load made him smile heartily.

and that night, not a single drop was wasted.

₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭ @getoswhore — refrain from plagiarizing, translating, modifying, and/or reposting my work!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 thinking 'bout lovesick! yuji... best friend! yuji who is so in love with you but doesnt have the guts to outright tell you.

dies every time you two hang out 'cause you just prattle on and on about how you wish you had the experience of being eaten out... and you trust your best friend so much that it doesnt come as a shock or as anything other than a willingness to help you out when he tells you he'd volunteer.

easy to lay back against his bed, the same one you two spend so much time cuddling on in between classes and movie sessions. so easy to spread your legs for him and let him nose against your weeping cunt.

wondering why it's so warm and smells so good. eagerly nuzzling along your swollen lips, shamelessly sucking in the skin into his waiting mouth. and you don't know if its embarrasment that he doesn't look up at you once- not until you keen out his name all high and pretty.

easy to tangibly see how lovesick yuji is for you when he just sucks your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks. his hands balled into fists on either sides of your hips- not daring to touch. just follows around the canting of your hips with his bobbing head. he doesn't even mind when you buck up and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum in broken pants of his name and pleads.

pleads that fall on deaf ears because he's just too far gone, thinks that "just a little more- just a little bit more and i'll stop." but he never does.

its not until you take shaky hands and push against his forehead after cumming for the 3rd time. too weak to pick your head up off the bed for minutes at a time. and when you finally do- he's sitting there, fist wrapped around the print of his cock through grey sweats.

visibly shaking with the restrain he's going through, meeting eyes with yours when you have the ability to pick your head back up and see the way he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling- groaning an apology for getting too ahead of himself.

wondering... "do you ever wonder what cock feels like?" yuji asks, barely audible- like he wishes he could show you what that's like too. and to his dismay and utter relief, you nod pretty at him.

fratboy!satoru dating nerd!reader was an odd mix. you two never really liked the same things - there was one thing you both liked though and that was libraries. separate reasons though.

fratboy!satoru mumbled into your ear - telling you that you were a good girl and were doing so soo well for him!

fratboy!satoru whos large hand made its way up and down your thigh, comforting you while you wrote something down in your note pad.

nerd!readers who cunt was warming up fratboy!satoru dick, your warmth making his tip dribble out cum. your sat on him innocently but underneath the skirt you wore was anything but innocent.

you whine when you feel his dick twitch inside of you but he just tells you to continue with your notes.

fratboy!satoru who finds it interesting how your constantly reading and writing but the moment a dick enters you - you wanna do anything but!

fratboy!satoru who tells you to shut up, harshly digging his nails into your plush thigh as a punishment when your mewls grow to be a little too loud.

he doesnt want anyone else to hear the pretty sounds you make!

"Shut up, princess, or itll be even worse later."

the trust that katsuki has in you is absolutely hit or miss, but most times he trusts you blindly. and he doesn’t really show it in the most obvious ways. one way in which he shows it, though, is when he leaves things up to you when he’s unable to fight.

even when the fight is him sitting frustrated in the drivers seat of his porsche, the manual gear stick mockingly standing before his injured arm. it’s not everyday that katsuki gets badly hurt, and it’s not everyday that he can’t drive home from the pain.

his right foot is on the accelerator, left on the clutch. his right hand hovers over the gear stick, when katsuki’s arm jolts from the pain. he hisses, and before he can even let out a curse, your left hand moves the stick down.

you just shifted gears for him.

“if you won’t let me drive, then at least let me help you, katsuki.”

his eyes widen, a small smirk on his face. his foot presses the accelerator even harder, with a single command coming from his mouth.

“third.”

without even looking, you’re certain his foot is on the clutch yet again, and your hand moves the gear stick up. it’s not long before he speaks up again.

“fourth.”

the stick goes down, and katsuki’s smirk grows even bigger. not once do you hesitate, and his crimson car runs smoother than it ever does. it’s unlikely that katsuki lets down his pride and allows you to cover for him, so it’s moments like these that you treasure. the sound of the car speeding up snaps you out of your trance. there’s a slight stop, but it’s not from hesitation.

fifth. katsuki doesn’t even have to mention it.

the gear stick moves up, right, and up again. katsuki can only chuckle as you smile, his hand resting with yours on the stick.

“i hate that ya know me so well.”

“well i hate the fact that you’re not letting me drive, kats.”

he laughs, “no way in hell you’re drivin’ my car.”

revenge attempt #1: failed