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devilish seduction

❏ ⨾⠀kuroo tetsurou x fem! reader prompt

❏ ⨾ ⠀word count⠀ⵓ⠀wasn't supposed to put in the word count but i did checked it and this is around 7945 words...

❏ ⨾ ⠀details⠀ⵓ⠀mentions of religious concepts ⨾ scenes depicting harassment ⨾ established relationship ⨾ threesome ⨾ monster fucking (you got railed by a demon kuroo) ⨾ tw [slightly dub con bcs of coercion] ⨾ bits of sensory deprivation ⨾ oral (m&f) ⨾ rough sex ⨾ degradation ⨾ creampie ⨾ double penetration ⨾ basically porn with plot (a really long story)

❏ ⨾ ⠀note⠀ⵓ⠀this is not proof-read and this has been sitting in my drafts for like ... 8 months now ... it has a very cute theme to it so i did my best finishing this piece <3

seduction is the sweetest poison there is to man. the history of our fall was rooted in the temptation of the devil whispering the fruits when you succumbed to its wishes. it was sweet, disgustingly sweet, and addictive. once you have tasted this fine sensation on your palate, the anathema of your dearest lord to this stained quintessence was inevitable. the human's lust for satisfaction is planted in our blood and that sin had transcended through time.

mainly you weren't a fan or a believer of both heaven and hell. the idea was far-fetched, the basis for such belief was trivial and doesn't have a stable foundation to ever convince you to put your faith in it. more likely, you're inclined to the scientific community where it expresses the truths you can grasp on because the physical form of evidence was an indication of reality in the form of bones or fossils.

living in this type of society where you are destined to follow a certain path for faith was obnoxious, leaving a nasty mark in your thoughts. why does one follow a dead man's wishes in a life full of possibilities? why hinder such developments by prejudice based on old standards that don't make sense in this new utopia? the excitement there is to feel when you know you can still explore the unforeseen wonders and to learn more about what's yet to be discovered by man, it's a plethora of information unsorted in a vivid spectrum of life.

society is keeping itself backward while the whole world is moving forward in terms of its scientific status.

but that wasn't enough to stop you. with your head raised high and mind as sharp as ever, you're ready to dread this path paved by the brave and be different than the breed of people who let themselves get carried away by the currents of this horrid society. the university you attend was one of the most prestigious in the country, the result of working hard for years was worth every energy and days supposed to be spent on sleeping.

fatigue was visible on your pale features but it didn't matter much when you're excited to absorb today's new lessons. the short walk to the academe gave you time to appreciate nature's art on the heavily populated streets. trees give shade to protect you from the harsh light of the scorching sun and the soft breeze from the nearby river gives a cool feeling. needless to say, this was yet another normal day. but as science goes, there are variables affecting a certain phenomenon that results in theory.

and that theory isn't what you were aware of.

one of the paradoxes you often tried solving with the logic you have harbored through relentless learning was your seatmate in one of your minor classes. seeing the bed hair he often sports validates the fact that he's lazy and the cocky smirk on his handsome features definitely confirms one of your assumptions that he belongs to a group of jocks. the typical standard in this society, ah, how easy it was to label a person just by looking at the physical traits possessed.

but he was different.

"good morning beautiful." it is yet another beginning of his unstoppable compliments and—"i hope you had eaten well today. would you like some sandwiches?" his unwavering attention towards you. every day is supposed to be a different day but when you are accompanied by this man himself, it just won't show some changes.

"good morning kuroo-san." a monotonous voice coming from you had rung in kuroo's mind and he smiled as you never let him advance forward to your feelings. he sees you as a challenge, similar to a certain pudding head's simulation of a game. you were a tough cookie to crack, never once slipped in this void of a persona. even with his observant nature, he can't get a grasp on what you were actually feeling.

"okay class, settle down, and pass your critique paper." the old professor of your department had greeted you while he settled his belongings on his chair. you were expecting for kuroo to leave his work but you saw him already handing out a fairly thick pile of clipped documents.

the little commotion of passing the task lasted for a few minutes and once done, your professor asked you to read a specific text while he read through all your works. some were called for revising seeing how little their content was compared to yours. the confidence you wore on your sleeves got you this far and the only truth in this room is how much everyone lagged behind you.

and, as always, you got praised for your work seeing that there were no comments said nor any additional sources recommended that can help in making your argument and observation valid at that matter. worries never exist in your tired features because every effort and time exerted was worth it. all for the blatant logic and mechanical nature you paved for yourself.

just as you were about to read a new book, it was kuroo's turn to have his paper checked and it turns out that he got straight to the point to where your professor agrees. the way he took most of the recognition was antagonizing the pride swelling in your heart and it bleeds these nasty thoughts in your mind. the infuriating thorns pricking at you was taking a toll on your attention and the rest of the hours spent on this course were nothing but dreadful.

when you were about to leave, kuroo once again stopped you and gave off a wave paired with his so-called "handsome smirk". it was an innocent gesture for some and others would think that he's the slap of perfection inside of a man like him.

and that was what irked you when it came to kuroo. he is smart but annoying and talkative. he would continue pestering you with questions until you give up with an exasperated expression. there's no point in revolving around his notions and suggestions that would give away your true self. well, not that it matters but it's a waste of time to consider him important when you have matters to attend to.

as you exit the double doors, with students shuffling back and forth, you feel a force that suddenly plummets in your core. the sense of being watched was there and when you checked with your peripheral vision, you saw an exact image of the man you so loathed at the moment. but there was something different about him, and the more you pondered with those small protruding horns on his head, the more you squirmed in discomfort and your mind getting foggy by the second.

those blood-red eyes stare at you like a call. words weren't needed to be said when the attraction of falling into those deep crimson hues was dangerous but... tempting. with your mind tracing back what you have read from a work of dante, the divine comedy in which you have laughed and ridiculed for its outrageous idea of heaven and hell is now cackling back at you.

the devil doesn't exist but why was he smiling at you?

yes, science has proven it to such an extent that a spiritual being like what everyone knows as god isn't possible to have created both the cosmos and life itself. there is no heaven nor hell, the tales of the fallen angel that had succumbed to the whispers of sin isn't real. each piece of evidence was clear in your mind, every author and scientist who have contributed to the discovery of the origin of this world was flashing in your mind, and yet—

"hello there darling." the devil whispered, flashing right beside your surprised form with a hand on your cheeks and his lips near your ear. the intoxicating scent of cherries and cigarettes welcomes your senses and you're suddenly drunk in the perfume of danger. your core was twisting and your body felt on fire. you can't move away as if you're trapped in a daze and those eyes have left you unresponsive.

"i've always heard a lot about you." the hand on your cheek moved down to your lips, the pale skin felt his smooth skin tracing lines on yours.

"such a pure body but your soul is so rotten." then his smile morphed into another smirk, eyes glinting in desire. its lips slowly closing into yours, the adrenaline pumped by anticipating what he'll do next got your heart beating by the mile and it wasn't good. this isn't good for you.

"you will fall in my arms, soon." and that was when he just suddenly disappeared into thin air. your eyes had gone to focus on what you were seeing and it felt like nothing had moved during the time you were put under the eyes of the devil. the demon in which had kindled a flickering fire that you washed off with the cerebral facts presented in inks and papers.

the whole day, you were occupied by what you have seen. clearly, you don't have any reason to hallucinate such a vivid facsimile of kuroo that fashions horns on his head. if given the chance you were to be true to yourself, you can't help but feel attracted to the demon. the magnetizing pull of his orbs was making you lose all senses and maybe that really is how a demon would be.

the light of day dragged your tired body into a deep state of fatigue and you decided to let go of your own responsibilities to do an advanced reading on modules and brainstorming ideas when it comes to an upcoming paper. whenever you see words printed on books or a man explaining the history of science in the greeks with such a lifeless tone got you wearier.

you grew unaware of your surroundings, perceiving the fast and swarming flow of people in the busy streets of tokyo. the night wasn't that deep but the uncertainty of your own condition is still at risk and the more you move, the more you feel tired. was this because you lacked sleep? was this because you haven't eaten a proper meal in days?

such a dilemma like this never happens so why now of all times?

a little alley, a drunk man, and a barely crowded neighborhood isn't a good combination for you so why were you experiencing this episode of such unfortunate events? your small apartment space was still far from where you were at this moment and you needed to pass by the man inebriated by the beer in his hands.

his eyes were heavy as you approached him, the visible hunger on the perverted thoughts was relayed when he decided to whistle at you. and you just looked straight ahead to cover the fact that you are shaken as you can feel him standing to where he was resting. the bottle puddled at his side tumbled down as he struggled in walking to where you were headed. and on cue, you went to fasten your pace while opening your phone to ready a call on the police.

the ragged footsteps and staggering breathing of the man were still on ear-shot and you went to another street to try misleading his way to your home. you can slowly feel him catching up and to your dismay, he was able to grab on your hand and went to pull you into another alley. the streets were still empty and you had your mouth muffled by his hand reeking in the scent of beer.

"such a pretty lady, why won't you look at me earlier? oh, your eyes are so pretty as well." the man said as he held both your hands above your head and slowly closed himself to your neck. you shivered in fear, eyes brimming in tears as the man slowly kissed your skin. "you smell so good."

you felt powerless against him, crying as he moved downwards. just as he was about to let go of your mouth and pull up the shirt you were wearing, someone had pulled him away from you. your body just fell on the floor from how shaken you were, hands covering your face as you sob violently in the streets.

"hey, i'm here." kuroo's soft voice had ringed in your ear and when you looked up, you instinctively clutched into his frame and cried on his shoulder. it was too frightening, feeling how disgusted it was to be held like that by a bastard. "it's okay, i'm here."

kuroo frowns, irritated at how much the man had got you like this. he glared back at the wobbling male who has his mouth bleeding. the only thing kuroo did was the bare minimum and he could've done more damage but his heart aches at the wrenched sobs coming from you.

"hey, hey i'm here. let's go somewhere more comfortable? or do you want me to take you home?" he sat beside you, careful not to have any physical contact to prevent shaking you more after what had happened. your tired and puffy eyes looked at him with such softness, a sight kuroo never expected to see and it got his heart beating fast.

he shouldn't be feeling like this.

"please take me home," you muttered as an answer, afraid to experience such an event again. kuroo reached out a hand, gently smiling at you and the wave of warmth encased you as your skin grasped his and he was patient to let you get your bearings back. throughout the short trip of being with kuroo wasn't so bad at all and you felt safe as his towering frame felt like a shield to anything that could possibly harm you.

maybe he wasn't a bad guy after all?

the next day, you were debating whether you want to go to university or not. it wasn't easy to forget nor to ignore this type of struggle felt throughout the day. in the end, you decided to stay at home, casing yourself in the isolation providing warmth and assurance that nothing can ever get you here. this had lasted for days and you could only answer the calls from your friends who had been looking for you throughout those times they knew you wouldn't waste to stay in.

"i'm fine, don't worry." you shrugged every negativity said, mentally preparing yourself for tomorrow because you want, no, you need to go back and study. that man isn't worthy for you to feel hopeless, to feel restless. he shouldn't have the right to make you grow weak. next time, you know what you'll do. next time, you'll make sure you can escape or fully stop that event from happening again.

you came back the next day, smiling at everyone who asked how you were (well, how can they not be curious when the top student just disappears after a whole week?). of course , who wouldn’t be?

the smiles and greetings felt a little tiring but something inside you longs to see someone. the short flash of black and messy bed-hair passes through your mind and causes the ragged beating of your heart. just as you were about to walk inside the building, a familiar voice had called you and got you stopping in your tracks.

as your body twists to turn around, you feel a gentle hand in your shoulder. normally it would make you flinch at the sudden contact but the warmth it radiates that comes after the radiant smile given to you by kuroo himself, the erratic beating in your heart only pumped more blood to ever bless your cheeks with the crimson tones of roses.

“i thought you weren’t coming today.” kuroo said breathlessly, visibly happy that his seatmate finally came back to university. he felt lonely, even if he can’t admit that he really is but the way his features just scream the joy of seeing you okay was more than enough to have you confirming that he’s elated to have you back.

“i am back, thank you for worrying.” you wondered why your voice was a little low in tempo and a little light in its tune? you quickly shook off those thoughts, gesturing for the male to go with you to class. no words were exchanged during the entire time as the comfortable silence laid a blanket of bliss around you two.

it was an unexpected sight, onlookers were confused as to how they are amused when the two of you finally got along.

"i’m glad to hear that you’re okay. you should’ve left a message or something!” kuroo exclaimed as you both sat beside each other. he wanted to hear more from you. to know more about you. he can’t even stop smiling when you reprimanded him of his expressive nature which gathered more attention from the people around you.

“let them look at us, i don’t care,” he muttered under his breath but loud enough for you to hear. your cheeks gleamed in pink and you turned to look away to hide the impending teasing he’ll do when he sees you blushing.

“hey, let’s get some lunch together!”

and with that simple invitation then became the start of this so called “partnership” with kuroo. partnership, meaning, that you two would help one another in university tasks together with keeping each other company. another is how one would treat the other food and the other on the next day. it was a win-win situation for you and you felt safe whenever kuroo would walk you back to your apartment.

but why does your heart tumps a little faster compared to how it was before?

you really weren’t a believer. this type of relationship isn’t meant for a person like you. you who focus more on facts than feelings, one that accepts evidence more than words. you weren’t easily convinced, having a strong resolve to see through everything.

but why were your feelings so transparent when kuroo beams a genuinely handsome smile?

it was vexing, tiring you from overthinking why you were perceiving his actions as reasons to believe in the things you didn’t want to. the more you turn to your denial, the more this gnawing feelings grow. and it reached the end where you just have to accept it yourself. that indeed it’s possible for you to like who you loathed the most before.

“hey want to hang out at my dorm? my roommates are out for the week and it already feels lonely without him to piss of.” it was another day where you struggle keeping yourself composed and the same f/n that you were. well, besides the playful grin right after he invited you but the thought of being alone with him? inside his room?

there were many things hidden underneath the mask and this was when it was about to crumble and fall.

“f-fine, if it means to keep your whiny ass to quiet down during class.” you tried, god you tried so hard not to stutter but you did and with how natural it was for kuroo to be this observant was your disadvantage.

“i can’t wait to teach you to play mario kart and win,” he smugly declared and went to focus on his own task as the bell rang for the start of class. just as he promised, he didn’t once annoyed you nor disturbed you. you really appreciate how much he exerts efforts in keeping up with anything he sees even if it means that he gets to stop some things dominating over his own thoughts.

it was hard, it was so damn hard to keep him at bay. to stop him from getting his dirty hands over you. kuroo made a huge mistake but he’s willing to play his cards if something ever happens today. he was considerate enough not to shock you nor cause you to stray away from him like the way you often did before.

and all be damned when the demon walks inside his home.

the trip to his dorm was pretty normal, new topics were spoken out of pure unadulterated interest and honest intentions to spend more time dreading the conversation longer than it ought to. you love how you never get bored with kuroo around you, no, you have grown to love his presence smothering your thoughts in the prettiest bloom of a man’s emotion.

and he felt the same to you.

kuroo never smiles a lot, noticed by the red orbs observing both of you as the door to the apartments opens. the gleeful bells of your giggles had made kuroo's heart close to leaping out his chest, closing a hand on his shirt with a smile.

he thought you'd hear his heartbeat hammering out his chest but he's glad when he sees you settling down on his sofa.

"hurry up and serve me drinks!" you ordered him around, laughing when he went down to your seat and tickled you from your sides.

"you're ordering me around MY apartment?" he fought back as you tackle him down on the empty spot of the sofa, enjoying how this small moments of this playful banter had you loosening this uptight view on yourself.

kuroo made you love the little things like this.

"hey, we're still going to play mario kart, right? so hurry up with the drinks, i'll bring out some chips i bought before we went here."

kuroo nods and peels himself away from you, following the memories his mind had told him on what type of drink you'd prefer. throughout the whole time of preparing the glasses and a pitcher of (f/d), he can feel the looming presence of an entity behind him, killing the smile he has on his face and replaced it with a frown.

"it's funny how you don't want me to meet her and yet you brought her to the lion's den? the girl got you really dumb, kuroo."

the man ignored the voice, walking out with a frown. but when he finally sees you grinning at him, he mirrors your cheerful expression and placed the drinks on the table.

"i'll just set up the tv and we're good to go. prepare to lose f/n because i've played mario kart so much, i'll easily win against you."

"oh, bring it on."

after a few rounds of fooling around, as you desperately lose against him, you did get to ignore the cocky smirk he gave you and just relished at how happy you were at the moment. kuroo had undeniably made you soft that maybe, just maybe, he was the one who can always make you feel like this.

this unknown feeling that swells in butterflies in your core, this pull on your heartstrings that often makes your lips quirk in the most beautiful crescent it can beam for the man who plays mario kart as if his life depends on it—you can't ignore how much the short time spent with him gave you different ways to view life.

what used to be the colorless hue your eyes see, the feelings kuroo made you feel had placed the lenses of thousands of colors you never knew existed in your life.

he showed you the path to the wonders only visible with the feeling of love.

do you really love him?

you thought as he chuckles at the movie that replaced what used to be the winning streak from a silly game. the more you focused on him, the more you succumb to these feeling.

it scared you, it really does and you don't know what to do with everything that is happening inside your mind. but all those worries disappears when you see kuroo smiling at you, making you feel so damn special as if you're the only person in his life that matters. the attention, the doting, the constant string of annoyance laced through all his jokes and questions out of concern—what you used to antagonize of feeling just waltzes its way to your cold heart and melts away the sharp edges that used to keep other from getting to know you.

and right now, you're more than willing for kuroo to know every nook and cranny of your soul, unceasingly exposing the truths you used to hide between every lie.

"hey, is there something wrong?" kuroo asked as his attention went to focus on your unreadable expression. he can feel his heart about to leap out his fucking chest when you closed in the distance, lips are inches apart from one another that he can scent the sweet cherries from the juice you just drank.

"can i kiss you?" for a brief moment, kuroo felt his whole world stopped and his mind just went out the gutter. never in a million years he would've expected for you to ask him that question.

the same question he so wanted to ask, the same desire he wants you to know but he can't.

he did his very best to keep you safe, to protect you from almost any harm that he can. despite it being rough from the start, it was worth every second in provoking you, in riling you in anger, just to have you recognize his existence, his efforts, his dedication.

he had always liked you, that one girl who's almost good at everything and would stand her ground to what she believes in. the fact that you are open to whatever thought crosses your mind had him in awe, the raw honest intention to inform everyone about your discoveries, your inquiries, everything you wanted to know, how can he not like you?

but he's still can't.

when your lips were so close to kissing his, kuroo moves himself away and looked down at the tv, a frown on his face with eyes as sad than you can ever witness throughout your entire life. pain had flashed across your expression, feeling rejected and defeated when you knew you would win the battle.

a heavy blanket of silence had covered you two, heart beating a mellow tune accompanied by a tired sigh escaping from the male. kuroo so badly wants to cage you in his arms, kiss you 'til he had you breathless, whimpering and clenching tight on his shirt just to gasp for air. he wants you, so badly—

"i want to," he says that had you looking up in surprise, catching a glimpse of this warmth on his hazel-colored eyes. "i want to kiss you, so much. god even knows how much i want to fuck you right now but—."

that confuses you, glaring at him that you can't help but smack him in his arms. "then why are you stopping yourself? i want you as much as you want me. there's no point in holding yourself back when i agree to let you do that to me."

"but there are things i need to keep you away from," kuroo thought inside his man, biting down his lips because he's afraid he might've said that out loud but thank all the angels out there that he didn't.

"are you ready? to accept everything that i am? to everything that i have?" he whispers, imitating what you did earlier. his body leans in close to you, lips brazing the sensitive skin of your ears as he said those words.

you nodded, lifting a hand to gently brush on his cheeks, pulling him to look straight at you before you let him take you in a deep kiss. within seconds of locking your lips against his, your whole body melts right away that kuroo has to hold you on your hips and keep you as close as possible.

it was wonderful, every time he gently bites down your lower lip indeed had you gasping for air, the way his tongue doesn't let you win in this heated exchange tugs at your heartstring, knowing how good he was in letting you know how smitten he was to you. when kuroo felt you tightly holding on to his shirt, he lets go and gazes at your flushed expression, visibly affected with just his kisses.

"you look so beautiful," he commented on your cheeks, thumb brushing on the heated skin and it makes its way to your plump lips. "looking all red like this. i think you look beautiful in other places too."

"why won't you find out then?"

the simple invitation, the alluring tone of your voice, that's enough for kuroo to pick you up in his arms, placing both your legs around his hips that your cunt grinded down on his hard on. you moaned at the slight contact, depravity of this feeling had you craving for more and kuroo is more than happy to serve you until you're full.

he kisses you once more, god, your knees felt so weak, your body felt mushy when he invades your mouth with such fervor. his palm occasionally leaving smacks on your ass as he briskly walks to his room. your hands can't hold a damn grip at how much kuroo pleasure you with his touches, adding fire to how he marks you on your skin.

you soon felt yourself being laid down the bed, legs spread open that had kuroo grinding himself on your clothed pussy. the prominent bulge inside his sweatpants had your lips to separate because of how thin your underwear was, skirt riding up to your hips.

you need to thank yourself for choosing the right clothes.

"you're so hot, f/n." that was the first praise you've received as of this moment but you're already trembling at how much it had affected you.

"oh, you like being praised, huh?" kuroo smirks, observing how the luscious red color stains your cheeks. you wanted to fight back with a snarky comment but your words were thrown away by your moans, your slick seeping through your panties when kuroo decided to rub the tip of his cock directly on the poor cotton fabric.

"i wanna taste you so badly, wanna lick all your cum, may i?" you could only nod in response when your brain was too keen in the wet and dirty sensation of having kuroo's precum staining more of your panties, the tip gingerly hitting your clit.

as he pulls away, taking off his shirt and have his toned chest for you to see, there lies a figure at the corner that had you screaming, legs closing in to hide your desperate condition. kuroo turns his head to where you were horrified and all the colors in his face disappeared at how much he feels angry and afraid all at the same damn time.

the demon.

you were seeing the creation of god standing in front of you. this was impossible, a laughable revelation you can never understand because there is no trace of logic in here. there is nothing to acknowledge to be false here as he is the solid evidence of the mythical beings you denied its existence.

"believe in me f/n. he's real." kuroo pleaded. he has both your hands in his as if holding you with his physical form can ever help you accept this entity behind him who was currently grinning in delight. the fear he sees in your eyes was firing the desire to wreck you, to ever see the same glare you sported when someone annoyed you. he finds euphoria in the way a fearless lioness turns into a small kitten he can play with and he can't wait to teach you some tricks.

"no, you're not real. what the hell kuroo? is this some joke?" you asked once again, trying to escape his grasp but kuroo just went in to cage you in his. the relationship he had thought would prosper more when the truth was shown only crumbles at this moment and kuroo wants to save it as much as he can.

"i thought you were ready to accept this f/n. you asked for this so why are you backing down?" the demon kuroo started with the same tone as the kuroo holding you. "you can let our dear f/n go, tetsurou. i'll handle this."

the hands that bound you on kuroo's strong frame disappeared and you can see the male move away while the demon walks right in front of you. he suddenly fished out a red silk tie letting it slide smoothly on your flushing skin. your body just moved on itself, reacting towards the tie and nuzzled close to the piece of cloth.

"hm, someone seems to be excited." demon kuroo peered down at your form, focusing his heavy hooded eyes on yours. you swam in that poison, those red orbs were pulling you in. you were trapped, breathing heavily as if just by having your attention on him was taking a toll on your body. it was hot all over and your skin felt sensitive because of his touches.

"why the dazed look darling, show me how much you hate this. how much you hate me existing." he whispered and proceeded to cover your eyes with the tie. his hands were gently laced in the venomous intent of lust, the smile you can't vision at this moment was enough to ever make you crumble under its image but thank god, you were wearing the tie around your eyes.

"there, you look dashing. quiet, shaking, slowly growing submissive, just the way the devil wants you to be." the tip of his nails had ghostly lingered on your skin, feeling him walk around you. you breathlessly gasped, the added sensitivity on your body because of the tie was making you tremble by just the simple touch and the devil loves the view.

"tetsurou, you can have the utmost pleasure in taking her all in. after all, she is your prey." the two males gave a look at one another, with the human kuroo taking a visible gulp of his own saliva that was evident on how much he waited for this moment to ever happen.

kuroo went to bend down behind you, taking his time to grasp on your shoulder. and by the sudden contact of his hands on your body, he felt his heart beating wildly at how hot you looked with a tie around your eyes. he closes in his lips on your ears, feeling you tremble at his advances and that fires more of his desire to ravish you.

lust was dancing in the air, making everyone drunk in the arduous hunger to alleviate the throbbing felt inside their core.

"f/n, do you want this?" kuroo whispered, his hot breath fanning on your flushed skin got you buckling to nothing so he immediately pulled you close to his chest. you wondered, do you really want this? the past days of spending time with kuroo had given you more than what life has to offer to you. emotions swelled in your heart like a canopy of lights had covered the darkness you once settled for.

"i want you kuroo. only you." your desperate plea enforced a strained grunt from the devil and a satisfied smile coming after. the demon sat down on the lone sofa of the room, having a full view of the two of you being painfully slow in your actions. each pad of kuroo's fingers tracing on your skin caused you to shake, your heightened senses resulted in your body to react aimlessly at each touch given.

kuroo removes your shirt with ease, your breasts clad in the (f/c) bra was next to be removed. the sight of your perked nipples when the cold air hits your skin can only make kuroo harder than he already is. he used to imagine how it would look beautiful before and now, seeing the real thing doesn't only make him want you more but also to love you more.

your arms quickly covered your chest in embarrassment, hating that you can't hear anything besides the heavy intakes of air by kuroo. your body accepts each movement he does, entirely rendered helpless as to how much you want this even if the demon got something to do with it. your complaints would come later because how can you even utter a coherent statement when kuroo suddenly gave you butterfly kisses from your neck down to your chest?

you let out an choked whimper, feeling him kiss near your aroused buds. kuroo smiles, loving how cute you were but he can't wait to taste you. he can't wait to relish in your moans, to see your wrecked expressions, to take everything you have to offer. he's nothing more than a lustful sinner because hypocrisy is a sin he can't bear to accept.

despite the gods looking down at him in disappointment, kuroo can't let the only empyrean life which is you to get away from his hands.

"kuroo, please. go faster."

and he did, lapping at the hardened bud and sucking on it, simultaneously going back and forth the same order that he did from the very start. your fingers had locked themselves on his hair, lips parted when you let go breathy gasps and broken moans.

"so fucking pretty, can't wait to taste you." kuroo rushed himself down and settled his head between your legs, hands roughly removing every article of clothing left to cover you.

it was hard, not to cry out his name when kuroo immediately foces his tongue right on your gaping hole, thrusting it in and out, in and out while his nose brushes on your clit. the sloppy noises kept on ringing in your ears, telling you how wet you are for him but—

"what a fucking slut you are, f/n. grinding up to kuroo's face just to fuck your greedy little pussy," the demon kuroo said when he laid down beside your head, stroking your hair with such care and yet the look on his face screamed all the nasty words you never thought would be used against you. to add fire on the smoldering hatred and undeniable attraction to the impossible, the demon removes the tie and grinned at how your tears clouded your vision yet you can't stop yourself from staring at him.

those eyes, you got so lost in those eyes that kuroo hated how much he's getting less attention. so, he used a finger in thrusting up your cunt, the soft walls surrounding him felt warm and tight. with that, he got your full attention on him, body writhing in pleasure as you never felt this hot before.

maybe it's because there's a demon beside you? maybe because there's a man eating you out like a parched mad man while another watches you break and crumble with every stroke in your insides?

you can't keep up on whatever you should focus on, letting your body be dragged upward and your head placed down the mattress while kuroo places himself between your legs, his cock sliding on your thighs.

"i'm gonna enter now, okay? let me know when it hurt." slowly, you felt yourself be ripped apart at how big he was. you saw it earlier, noting how you can take it but now it felt so big inside you.

you let out a whimper, craning your head back and reaching a hand for kuroo to hold unto. he understands and lets you take a few minutes to adjusts at how big he was and gently pulls himself out, only leaving the tip inside your warm walls.

"you feel so fucking good, so tight and perfect." he never forgets to praise you, distracting you with every sway of his hips, opening you up to accommodate more of his length.

and you did managed to have him all inside you.

you feel so damn full, close to breaking but feel so, so good. at this time, kuroo manages to bottoms up and you felt his balls hit your clit when he rams inside you with such precision, the tip hitting the deepest parts you can't reach with your fingers.

no one had made you lose control like this, crying at the feeling of having a dick shoved inside you, ramming in all the spots that had your toes curling, eyes beaming with tears.

kuroo's hands had steadied you on your hips, he himself letting loose on the snug fit of your pussy to his thick shaft, groaning whenever you would tighten around him. your head just hangs down as you drown in such satisfaction, your body engraving the very feeling of being full and yet again, the demon won't let you have a moment of bliss.

the way those red eyes peered down at your whimpering form transcends all the lust you have denied from your body for so long. it was the purest form of seduction, the rich and luscious hue of those blood hooded eyes were all reason to let go of the morals and standards you had made for yourself. the demon in which you have ignored because of logic got you submissive to his temptation and indeed the forbidden fruit glazed by your carnal urge was a heavenly one way trip to hell.

an unabated thrust got you out of that small reverie, your lips pouring out the sweetest sounds of your moans. two fingers from behind went to push itself on your mouth and like instinct, you purred as you started to suck on it like the way you were taught to do on this demon's cock. you were behaving like the good little kitten that you are, making kuroo beam in pride.

"oh my, is this really the great f/n? i never knew you wanted our cocks so badly." the fallen angel smirked down at you while he jerks on his hard shaft. that damn smirk akin to your seatmate was pushing more on your buttons but kuroo behind you was relentless in diving back in your leaking hole, making you choke on his fingers thrusting simultaneously with his dick.

the demonic entity which your mind still can't grasp was, in fact, real. and with how his hard cock slapped itself on your cheeks, smudging some of the pre-cum from the pinkish tip to splattered on your cheeks, forced this reminder that the devil is real and he is going to have a good time with you.

"i think your fingers aren't enough there kuroo, say, let my dick have a try on that smart mouth. let's see if it can still bark back with her usual snarky comments." and the demon removed kuroo's nimble fingers and had your mouth open wide by having your chin raised up and a thumb to keep your oral cavity open.

"such a pretty smart mouth," the demon was gentle when he brushed the pad of his finger on your lips that it contrasted the sudden shove of his hard cock inside. this demon was merciless with his unyielding brutal ramming in your mouth, easily hitting the back of your throat. your eyes rolled back in your head, mind getting foggy at the lack of oxygen in your system.

"stop tightening around my cock dear f/n. you're just proving how much of a whore you really are." demon kuroo grinned, living at how much your eyes brimmed in tears and your saliva dripping down your chin. having your mouth being brutally slammed in with a dick together with the human kuroo holding your hips to steady your shaking body so full of this poisonous pleasure finally rendered you to the devil's bidding.

taking a bite on the forbidden fruit wasn't the act of surrendering to this sexual pleasure but for the devil who greedily devouring your precious soul.

your mind was too clouded to think coherently, your fingers dig down on the soft cotton covers while you let kuroo and this demonic version of him take turns in pummeling deep inside you.

soon, the tight knot deep in your core had snapped, making you cry out but the demon had you gagging on his cock. your tears never once stopped from pouring out, showing how you were so good in taking them all in that even when your throat had tightened around one cock and your pussy clamping down on the other. they dragged you to this addictingly painful and pleasurable orgasms.

you have lost it, finding pleasure in pain, accepting every ounce of their cum as they finish inside you. you felt so full and still felt so empty at the same time that by the second round, you were riding kuroo as the demon drives himself on your ass.

"well look at you, taking us both in at the same time with her slutty holes." the demon kuroo whispers in your ear, fondling with your breasts and the other flicking at your clit.

"please, cum inside me. fill me up, please." you plead, sobbing out when kuroo had jutted his hips up to meet your sloppy thrusts.

"then work for it, you cockwhore." there's no longer the sweet kuroo earlier, frustrated at how this other entity had you falling in his deeds. he stops moving and had you grinding your hips, thighs flexing to gain more friction of just using their cocks to satisfy yourself.

"you can be both our precious cumdumpster," the demon suggested, eyeing kuroo down with a knowing look. "since you're so good at taking kuroo's load every damn time then what more if i get to have you all on my own."

"as if i'll let you have her. she is mine, you know that right?" he growled, sitting up and pushed the demon away with a glare. the change of atmosphere had you shivering but kuroo breaks the tension when he lifts you up and had you face the demon.

you blushed, seeing how those red eyes looking directly at your cunt that had yours and kuroo's cum dripping at the side. the slick had stained your thighs, you felt sticky all around.

but it doesn't matter because kuroo has to prove something first.

while you reel in the embarrassment of being exposed like no other, kuroo shoves his cock back in your pussy and thrusts himself upwards. it was too much, having him deeper than earlier, hitting your cervix that the pain had sent jolts throughout your body but your head was too caught up with all the dopamine in your blood, it perceives it to be pleasurable and you just cried out his name.

over and over again.

you thought it would be the last of kuroo's unabated rut in your guts but when his thumb had glazed on your clit, rubbing you in swift and smooth motions, you finally came around his cock. milking him dry at how tight you were in fact you have always been so tight because you're just small compared to him.

"that's it, come in front of this demon, let him know who you belong to, who gets to fuck you like this because i for sure won't let him have you." the man beneath your limp body had bite down on your neck, enough to draw some blood but you didn't care at all, too lost, too drawn out from the post-orgasmic feeling kuroo had given you.

"come on, we still got a lot of time to spare."

yes, indeed. once eve had taken a bite on the forbidden fruit, there lies no end for damnation is where she falls.

#— hq #🍸 — nsfw #haikyuu!! smut #kuroo tetsurou smut #— from: mijicoos

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▻ pairing: jean kirstein x stepsis!reader, slight eren yaeger x reader

▻ word count: 3.7k

▻ warnings: smut (17+) — stepcest, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), degrading, use of the word “whore”, cheating, vaginal fingering, jealousy/possessiveness, creampie

▻ synopsis: when your boyfriend ditches your date, jean couldn’t stop himself from offering to take you instead — it was good brothers do after all — however, he didn’t expect the movie to end with you giving him a blowjob. and he certainly didn’t expect for you to keep coming back for more.

It’s not like Jean planned for any of this.

In fact, he had done everything he could think of to keep himself away from you. Going out more with his friends, spending most weekends at Marco’s place, keeping to his room when he was home with you.

All of that and yet here he was, willingly letting your hand trail slowly up his thigh as you sat together in the back of the movie theatre.

When he had gotten the call that his little step sister had been stood up by her boyfriend, what was he supposed to do? He cared so much about you that when he heard your teary voice over the phone, he was immediately getting in his car to drive to the mall and meet up with you.

And now here you both were — a year of trying to push you away seemingly going down the drain as your nimble fingers brushed over the ever growing bulge in his sweats.

Jean’s golden eyes flickered over to you for a moment, you were still facing the big screen, a small smile tugging at your lips as the scene played out. But Jean had a feeling your smile was about more than just the stupid joke.

You had spent a half hour crying in his car about how Eren had cancelled your date for what seemed like the 100th time, but now, you seemed completely unfazed by the turn of events.

“Y/N-” His breath hitched in his throat as your hand began to massage his hardness, quiet curses falling from his lips in a hiss before he bit his lip to keep himself quiet.

This was wrong on so many levels. You were in a relationship, with a jerk sure, but still… No, that wasn’t even the worst part.

Your father was married to his mother, you were step-siblings. He shouldn’t want this to happen, he shouldn’t want to be pulling you into his lap and finding out if you were as tight as he imagined late at night when he was jerking himself off to the sounds of you in the room next door.

“Huh? What was that, Jean?” You finally turned to him, your eyes slowly trailing down his body, as if you were memorising every reaction he made to the movement of your hand.

You smirked, removing your hand from his erection so you could turn back to the movie.

Just as you were about to turn your head, Jean grabbed hold of your chin, forcing you to meet his lust filled gaze once more as he leaned in closer to whisper.

“Did I say you could stop, Princess?” His voice deepened as he placed his free hand against the bare skin of your inner thigh. “You’re such a fucking slut. What, your boyfriend’s not enough for you? Gotta have your big brother making you feel good too?”

He could hear the quiet whimper fall from your lips as his fingers moved further up your leg to where the end of your short skirt rested, watching as you began to squirm in your seat in an attempt to make his hand move again.

Smirking at your reaction, Jean leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” He asked rhetorically, keeping his hand still.

“Jean-”

“Come on, Y/N, gonna be my good girl and get on your knees for me?” You feel his smirk against your skin as he trailed kisses from your earlobe to your jaw.

“Here?” You squeaked, your eyes widening slightly in surprise as Jean pressed his lips to your own to keep you quiet.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Quietly slipping from your seat and into the small space between Jean’s thighs and the seat in front of you, you stared up at him — awaiting his next order as he watched you with lustful eyes.

The amount of times he had dreamed of seeing you on your knees like this. The amount of times he had heard you through the thin wall that separated your rooms, wishing it was him pulling those sweet moans and whimpers from your lips instead of Eren.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts as you carefully pulled down his sweats and boxers just enough for his cock to spring out of his pants, a quiet gasp falling from your lips as you stared at it.

He wasn’t even fully erect yet he was so big, bigger than you imagined — if you were completely honest, it was even bigger than Eren’s.

Big enough to have you pressing your thighs together for even the smallest bit of friction as you wondered what he would feel like inside you.

“Hurry up, Princess, we don’t have all day, you know.”

Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, gently applying a little pressure as you began to stroke him.

Jean’s body stiffened as you swiped your thumb over his tip, spreading the beads of precum down his length before taking him into the warmth of your mouth. “Shit,” he hissed, unable to stop himself from thrusting upwards.

Though your hands had tightened their grip on his thighs, you made no attempt to move away from him, allowing him to continuously thrust into your throat while one of your hands left his leg to move up and down what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Fuck, Princess, just like that,” he grunted quietly, throwing his head back against the seat. “Take it like the fucking whore you are.”

Hollowing your cheeks, your pace began to slow as he allowed you to now move on your own accord. Glancing upward, you could just make out his expression thanks to the dim light from the large movie screen — his eyes were screwed shut, his teeth digging into his bottom lip to keep himself quiet and a blush trailed across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears.

Still bobbing your head up and down, you slipped your free hand under his hoodie, your nails lighting trailing over the outline of his abs.

His hand moved around to the back of your head — tangling itself in your hair, but not pushing you forward, simply resting there as mumbled praises fell from his lips.

“Doing so well.” He managed to whisper, averting his gaze the second he made eye contact with your teary eyes. “So fuckin’ well.”

As he thrusted up into your throat once more, you could feel him twitch against your tongue before a warm liquid hit the roof of your mouth.

Jean’s head fell back against the seat as he breathed heavily, finally looking back towards you when he felt your mouth lift off his dick.

Though he quickly found himself regretting it as he watched you run your thumb across your lips, collecting the excess cum on it before slowly pushing it into your mouth, all while keeping eye contact with Jean.

It was wrong, so wrong. And yet he couldn’t stop himself.

It had only been a day since the movies — since you gave him what he could only call the best blowjob he’s received in awhile — but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

This was the exact reason he had wanted to avoid you, he knew that now he’s had the smallest taste of what it was to be with you, he wanted more.

And even though your parents had gone out for the night, leaving him the perfect chance to return the favour, you instead opted to invite Eren over.

Eren… he was Jean’s friend, and though they occasionally argued, Jean still cared about him.

But right now? God, right now, Jean hates him more than he ever has.

He would never admit to being jealous of Eren of all people, but knowing the boy got to sleep by your side — got to see you in such intimate ways whenever he wanted — was enough to make his blood boil.

It’s wrong, he told himself again and again. But the guilt bubbling in his chest wasn’t enough to stop him from kicking off his shorts and jerking himself off to the image of you in his head — on your knees and sucking his dick like you had yesterday.

You weren’t faring any better than him, clenching your thighs together as you heard the occasional groan through the thin wall that separated your rooms.

Your eyes flickered to Eren who was fast asleep beside you, suddenly glad now more than ever that your boyfriend was a heavy sleeper. After all, if he could sleep through class while Sasha sat beside him yelling to Connie, then he’d surely sleep through the quiet groans emitting from Jean’s room.

You, however, weren’t a heavy sleeper.

Not that you’d want to be, when this was giving you the perfect chance to see if what happened between you both was simply a one time thing.

Unable to take any more, you carefully pushed off the blankets, sneaking towards your bedroom door — only to wince as it creaked slightly.

Your head snapped in Eren’s direction. His eyes were shut, stray pieces of his long brown hair falling over his forehead.

Still fast asleep, that was good.

With a sigh of relief, you closed the door behind you, skilfully tiptoeing to the door just a little further down the hall.

This was a journey you had made more times than you could count, often claiming that the movie you had watched was just too scary for you to even think about spending the night alone without your big brother to protect you.

It wasn’t your fault Jean fell for it every time.

Though, after yesterday, maybe he had the same intentions as you all along. Maybe he was just too embarrassed to initiate anything.

Tapping your fist against the wooden door, your eyes widened as it pushed open, revealing Jean’s form sprawled out over his bed.

With the dim light of the lamp resting on his bedside table, the sight of him thrusting up into his hand was visible from where you stood in the hallway.

You stood there in silence, feeling your face heating up as you watched his movements. The sound of him groaning your name was what broke you out of your trace, forcing you to step forward and quickly close his door as you entered the room.

“Y- Y/N?!” Jean’s eyes widened as he stared up at you.

Just like yesterday, his entire face was flushed red, and with the dark t-shirt riding up his chest, you could just see the happy trail leading down to his exposed cock.

He was still getting himself off, almost like he had wanted to be caught by you.

Losing all the confidence you had when getting out of bed to walk here, you stood dumbly near the door, murmuring quietly under your breath.

“Fuck, you gotta speak louder, princess,” Jean told you, before suddenly pushing himself up into a sitting position, tapping the bed beside him. “C’mere.”

Quietly, you shuffled to his side, letting him tug you onto the bed.

It was quick, as soon as you knee pressed against the material of his bed sheets, you were being manhandled onto your back with Jean hovering above you. His golden eyes flickering from your own to your lips. “Can I?”

“Please,” you whispered.

Your breath hitched as he finally pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his hand slipping under your shirt and moving straight to your chest, pinching and tugging at one of your nipples.

Refusing to break the kiss, Jean swallowed your moans, his free hand pushing against your hip to keep you pinned to the bed.

Rolling his hips against yours experimentally, Jean couldn’t help but smirk as you pulled away from the kiss with a whimper, attempting to grind back against him.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, Jean-”

“What, baby?” He peppered kisses from the corner of your mouth down your jawline, his hot breath fanning against your neck as he spoke again. “What do you want?”

“I want you!” You whined loudly, trying to get him to move to where you wanted him the most.

As you opened your mouth to speak again, he quickly covered it with his hand. “Come on, baby,” he sighed. “You gotta be quiet, you don’t want Eren to hear us, do you? Are you gonna be quiet for me?”

You quickly nodded your head, sighing in relief as his hands finally made their way to your shorts. His thumb began to pull the waistband, before releasing it back against your skin harshly.

“Jean!”

“Uh-uh.” You could feel his eyes on you again, though the soft expression he held for you earlier had been replaced with something much darker.

His golden eyes were blown wide with lust, and you could feel his hardened cock rubbing against your thigh with every movement he made.

“Stop teasing.” You whispered shyly, your hand gently wrapping around the back of his neck to bring him closer for another kiss.

You felt his hands move to the sides of your hips, pulling at the fabric of your shorts as he broke away from the kiss. “Off now, baby,” he growled against your lips.

As quickly as you could, you raised your hips off the bed, allowing him to finally pull off your shorts and throw them onto the floor.

Feeling his long fingers ghost over the increasingly wet material of your panties, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. “Jean, I need you! I need-”

As quickly as his fingers moved there, they were being taken away again. “What did I say about being quiet?” His eyes narrowed down at you as he covered your mouth with his hand, muffling any response you wanted to make.

“Or maybe you want your boyfriend to hear how good I fuck you.” His free hand moved between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side as he pressed his thumb to your clit. “You want him to hear how you scream for my cock, baby? Want him to watch as I fuck you like the whore you are?”

He watched with a smirk as your eyes closed and your hips rolled against his hand, trying to create friction against your core. “Yeah you do, don’t you? Such a dirty little slut, go ahead then, let Eren know how much you want me.”

He didn’t necessarily want Eren to know what you two were up to. You were step-siblings, it was so wrong that he was even doing this with you right now. But some part deep inside him wanted you to be as loud as possible, he wanted Eren to know he could please you better than he ever could.

Maybe that was even worse — being the reason you were cheating on your boyfriend — but he couldn’t bring himself to care when you looked so pretty squirming under him.

Jean’s hand left your mouth, moving to your thigh, pushing it further up to your chest. The thumb pressed to your clit moved in faster circles as he pushed in two fingers, making you moan out when they curled upward to hit your sweet spot over and over again.

“So pretty, baby.” You could hear him whisper. The hand gripping tightly onto your thigh released your leg in favour of raising your shirt up over your chest, just enough so he could lean down and run his tongue across your nipple.

Quickly, you covered your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans. The fast speed on his hand between your thighs mixed with the feeling of his mouth around your already sensitive nipple was enough to make you feel lightheaded, a familiar knot starting to form in your stomach.

Whether he realised it or not, you couldn’t be sure, but Jean had a talent with his fingers. Bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm faster than anyone else ever had.

Jean could tell you were getting close from the way your other hand had found purchase in his hair, pulling at it roughly while your cunt tightened around his fingers, your back beginning to arch off the bed as you pressed your hips closer to his hand.

“Jean!” Your hand slipped from your face, causing your moan to echo loudly through the room as your orgasm crashed over you.

His fingers began to slow down inside you, before he eventually pulled them out entirely, raising his hand to his face to lick his fingers clean of your juices. “S’ good, baby,” he groaned.

Shuffling closer to you again, he gently caressed your shaking thighs before spreading them open once again. Lining himself up with your dripping entrance, Jean paused his actions for a moment to take in your appearance.

With your shirt bunched up at your chest to show off your breasts, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hanging open slightly as he teasingly prodded your tight hole with his tip repeatedly.

“Gonna take my cock like a good little slut, hm?” Before you were even given the chance to respond, he was pushing himself inside, the husky moan falling from his lips overshadowing your soft whimpers.

Jean stilled inside you for a moment, trying to engrave the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock into his memory. It just felt so good, he never wanted to forget it - though he was sure he wouldn’t be able to forget anyways.

“Jean, ‘s too- too big!” You whispered against his lips, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, almost enough to make him slow down. Your voice sounded so broken for a moment… Shit, you were about to cry for his cock.

That realisation went straight to Jean’s head and dick, as he bottomed out inside you. “But you’re doing so well, baby. See?” His hand found its way to the back of your neck, lifting you head just enough for you to watch as he pulled out and slammed back in.

“Fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back onto the pillow as Jean found his rhythm.

He watched through half lidded eyes as your body moved further up the bed with every thrust of his hips against your own.

With your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, you attempted to pull him even closer, grinding back against him as he thrusted into you, managing to pull the sweetest of moans from his lips.

Watching as you tried to cover your mouth again, Jean quickly wrapped his hand around your wrist, pinning it against the sheets beside your head. “Whose pretty pussy is this, baby?” He growled, leaning down to kiss away the tears falling from your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure building.

“Y- Yours!” You cried out. “All yours, Jean. ‘m all yours!”

Had you not been so caught up in the pleasure you were feeling, maybe you would’ve realised why he wasn’t letting you cover your mouth, why he was thrusting into you harder and faster after he caught you trying - he wanted Eren to hear.

“Fuck, Y/N!” His breath caught in his throat as you tightened around him. “Not- fuck, fuck- not gonna last much longer. Gotta cum first, princess, please!”

Whimpers fell from your lips as one of his hands slid between you both, beginning to rub at the bundle of nerves, sending you crashing over the edge for the second time.

“S’ perfect,” he whispered, dropping his head to rest against your shoulder as he fucked you through your orgasm -- chasing his own release. “Gonna fill up your pretty little cunt with my cum- fuck! You’ll let me, right? Want your big brother’s cum in this sweet little pussy?”

“Please!” You choked out a sob, digging your nails into his shoulder. “Need it so bad! Fuck, fill me up, please, please-!”

You cut yourself off with a gasp as Jean released inside you, his cum beginning to drip from your folds as he slowly pulled out.

His gaze was trained on your pussy as it clenched around nothing, pushing out his release. Bringing his hand down, he scooped up some of the cum that had leaked out of your hole, pumping it back inside of you as he got a sudden idea.

“Jean, I- I can’t,” you sobbed, trying to squirm away from him as his finger overstimulated your sensitive hole. “‘S too much-”

“It’s okay, princess.” His finger slowed to a stop and he leaned over to press a soft kiss against your forehead while his hand worked to pull your panties back into place. “You’re my good girl, right? You won’t lose a single drop, baby?”

Too overwhelmed and tired to truly process his words, you found yourself nodding anyway. “‘M your good girl,” you exhaled.

Your eyes widened as Jean’s large hand patted against the damp material of your underwear. “I know, baby, you’re my good girl.”

Regaining your strength, you slowly headed back to your room, trying to hide the shake in your legs as you closed the door behind you.

The sound of the shuffling caused your eyes to widen, you quickly turned around, shoulders stiff as you watched Eren stir. “Where did you go?” He asked tiredly, eyes shutting once more as he raised his arm, lifting the blanket enough for you to slip back in.

You blinked in surprise, having almost convinced yourself that Eren had heard everything that happened in Jean’s room -- god, it really did happen. Not only did you cheat on Eren, but it was with your step brother of all people.

“Y/N?”

“I- I was just getting some water,” You answered, carefully climbing into the bed, pressing your thighs together the second you laid down as you felt Jean’s cum threaten to drip from your folds.

Even as you laid with your boyfriend, you could still hear Jean’s voice in your head. His whispers of you being his good girl, his.

Eren let out a hum, leaning forward to gently kiss your forehead -- right where Jean had kissed just minutes earlier.

All of this was so wrong… So, so wrong. But after all of that, there was no way tonight would be the last night. It couldn’t be, you didn’t want it to be.

You still craved so much more of him.

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#— aot #🍸 — nsfw #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #— from: jeanslove

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anifans · 3 years

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𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰. 𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: incest play, fingering, squirting, bad written smut focused solely on zeke’s depraved fantasies

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#— aot #🍸 — nsfw #zeke jaeger x reader #snk x reader #— from: congratzams

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A/n: Dedicated to @weepinglevi‘s 700 followers event! The chosen trope is “how can I better my grades?”

Summary: Professor Jaeger teaches you about the philosophy of contentment while teaching you a couple of others things while he’s at it.

Content: Smut with a plot. <3

Trigger Warnings: Teacher-student relationship, oral (m!reciving), age gap.

Reader is 19 and Eren is in his mid-late twenties!

Credit to the speech I used!

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Pairing: Eren Jaeger x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1801

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#— aot #🍸 — nsfw #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x reader #— from: amnxsia

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strength (bakugou x you)

2.5k, pure fluff and a very suggestive scene !! (17+?)

synopsis: bakugou was strong (clear from his immaculate physique; massive biceps and chunky thighs) and as his girlfriend you got to be on the receiving end of it all, always in your best interest.

or: a headcanon turned fic of the many ways bakugou lifts you up and manhandles you. all very fluffy and slice of life, established relationship type stuff

tags: kissing, dick n pussy mention lol, groping, bakugou swears, pro hero couple so aged up, i'm not sure how to rate it age wise, also weight mention

bakugou has always been aware of his strength. when he grew up he used it to determine his self-worth, to measure himself up against others. he could say it came from the fact that was the only thing people would compliment him on and admired about him; how powerful he was and how strong his quirk has developed over time. and although there have been a couple of bumps in the road, he’s happy his strength allows him to save people every day as a pro hero. from killing villains to rescuing families from a building or giving you a piggyback from a bar because you were a little too drunk to walk. bakugou loves to use his strength to his advantage.

though with you he tends to forget how strong he is. he wasn’t always like this. when you first met the loud brash boy, he tended to be more subdued with you. always asking before holding your hand, would never completely press you to him when you hugged and would simply respect your space. you found it slightly humorous (and very sweet) how he’d push and shove his friends recklessly but with you become the poster boy of consent, making sure you were always comfortable and never too much. still of course his loudness and brashness were alive with you, shown in other ways like when you’d argue with him about something he’d be really passionate about; “who’d win in a fight, endeavour or all might?” watching his face crumple like paper in slow motion at the stupid question before a full-on descriptive rant came full force about how “obviously all might would win...”

since you’ve been together for a while now, nowadays bakugou throws you around like a rag doll or for lack of better words, he manhandles you. the niceties are still present but you both were comfortable with each other that he didn’t always need to be so careful. you didn’t mind, he was so strong (clear from his immaculate physique; massive biceps and chunky thighs) that he picked you up like you weighed nothing and it was usually always in your best interest.

the first time he ever did you felt a little insecure, you did look a bit different than his previous girlfriends. he had you thrown over his back playfully, ass right by his head and legs kicking lightly at his chest. “katsuki stop, put me down i’m heavy.” you whined into his shoulder, grateful you didn’t have to meet his eyes.

you could literally feel him roll his eyes at your comment, as he landed a loud slap to your ass. “don’t be stupid, i have to hold hundreds of people at once for my job. you weigh nothing for me, babe.”

there was nothing you could say to refute that because it was true. you did. so, from then on you relished in your body being in his arms. whether cradled, held or sitting in his lap, you were all for it. being so close you could smell his natural smoky caramel scent radiating from him and his body heat always enclosed you, warming you up from the outside to the inside.

now you wouldn’t admit it, hiding it with a whine and a groan, but you loved whenever bakugou drags you onto his lap. most of the time it’s a last resort situation in public, like when there weren’t enough seats around midoriya’s dining room table on christmas day so bakugou would mumble in your ear if you want to sit on his lap. you’d always look around as if you were questioning it, midoriya’s worried face ‘i should have thought about this earlier!’ (it was his first time hosting christmas) and everyone shuffling around like they were playing musical chairs trying to make some more room.

“sure, don’t get food on me though,” you said back to him, watching as he playfully rolled his eyes before placing his large hands on your waist, lifting you up and plopping you down on one of his thick thighs.

waving his hands in the air to get the green-haired boy’s attention he announced gruffly, “here’s a seat, y/n’s sittin’ on me.”

midoriya would be flying all over the place asking if you’re sure, to which you reassure that it’s fine as bakugou’s hand crawls up your jumper to paw at your waist, reaching higher and higher. throughout the meal he’d bounce his leg up and down whilst chatting with your friends, his hot breath tickling your ear. you could feel his reaction to everything when you sat on his leg. the rumble of laughter as he chuckled about something dumb kaminari said to his slow breaths as he was stuffed with food and it was beginning to get late. his arms were like seat belts around you, keeping you close so you won’t fall and his chest open for you to lean back into. even once everyone’s left the dining room to sit in the living room, you both stay on the one seat, talking lowly amongst yourselves. your friends feeling like intruders walking back into the room and a little invasive watching a private moment between you both.

(other similar times would be when you and all your friends were in a rush to get to the hero’s award show, so close to being late. another scenario of there not being enough seats in the limo, so without asking bakugou just drags you into his lap so you all can just get to your destination quicker. he hated being late, said it made him look unprepared. as soon as the limo starts moving, so does your nerves at the prospect of such a major event and all these new eyes watching you. he rubs circles into your side with his thumbs and talks to you softly in your ear. the rest of your friends loudly babbling amongst each other. bakugou would be complimenting you on how pretty you looked in your long shiny gown and how everyone there will be dying to see you. also adding like it was a given that nothing bad would happen while he’s around.)

then there were times that you didn’t even notice that you moved or were being moved. lost in whatever you were talking about to realise you were now on the opposite side of the man or even spun in another direction. and maybe bakugou didn’t notice he was doing it either, these movements natural to keep you safe and away from harm.

“-and he just keeps giving me all his paperwork to do, like i’m not a hero as well! he needs to start realising it before i change companies and work with someone who actually respects me...” you rant to your boyfriend, hand in hand down the street to his apartment.

“yeah, he sounds like a dickhead. why don’t you just work with me baby, i’d respect you.” bakugou slid his hands around your waist as he noticed you were walking on the side closer to the road filled with busy cars and loud motorbikes.

“no katsuki, we both know you’d do more than respect me. everyone in your office would notice how i’d get treated differently and we’d never get any work done...” you continued looking up at him while you walked in step, paying no mind to the way he’s manoeuvred your body around him to stand on his left. you both didn’t notice, bakugou linking your hands again and trying to convince you to join his company.

though who did notice was a group of teenage girls in the public basketball court to the left of you, peering at... is that dynamight and (y/h/n)? “oh my god, i told you he’d be a cute boyfriend! did you see the way he moved her so she’s not by the road!” one of the girls squealed, fists by her mouth and a bounce in her feet. the other girls awed in unison, eyes following you like lovesick hawks.

the last straw was when one of the boys in the basketball court was a bit too confident in his throw, the ball going way over the net, past the fence and to the pavement you and bakugou were walking on. you were getting up from tying your laces as bakugou felt the speed of a ball come flying aimed directly for your head. with better than average reflexes, he slapped the ball back over the fence to the court, sending an evil glare to the group of kids playing. you were none the wiser, picking yourself up and gripping onto his arm to continue your walk home.

“she didn’t even notice he protected her from getting hit!” the girls cooed, even the boys looking on impressed at bakugou’s actions.

paying no mind to the noise, bakugou gazed down at you chattering away, a gleam in his eye at having a beautiful girl by his side, ready to protect with his life.

now the times when bakugou would forget his strength was when he was overwhelmed with other thoughts. especially the ones that were obsessed with the curve of your hips, your lips and your breasts. the ones that desperately wanted you to be undressed so he could ravish you and hear pleasure induced screams dribble from your mouth. it was funny the way bakugou would forget basic things when he wanted you, like how to form a coherent sentence, speaking in mumbles and grumbles as his hands would move a million miles trying to get your clothes off. you sloppily kissed up his neck as he groped your body, pressing him to his bedroom door. a moan came from his lips, his red eyes on fire as they peered down at you, “i love you so bad.”

you gave him a flirty giggle, pulling away from his neck which was now littered with bruises to help yank off his vest. with a peck to his lips, you replied, “i love you too katsuki.”

with a feral grin, you both now only in your underwear, bakugou picked you up by sliding his arm underneath your ass and threw you onto his bed. bakugou had a massive bed, a plush, larger than a king-sized one with silk sheets and enough space for at least four of him to sleep comfortably. so, you knew he was excited as he threw you onto the mattress your head so close to hitting his bedside table with the sharpest corners known to man (you knew because you’ve stubbed your toe against it many times) and since he upgraded his mattress recently for ‘extra bounce’ or whatever, extra bounce it did do as you bounced, landing just on the edge of the bed. causing you to slowly slide off the edge, squealing a “katsuki!”, grabby hands at the blonde, whose eyes were wide on the other side and dick was still very much on hard.

you landed on your back with a little thump on the ground, cushioned by his fluffy carpet beneath you. you grumbled as your whole body was now on the floor, positioned as if you were in a coffin looking up with your hands on your stomach. a second passed as bakugou shuffled around the bed, a sniggering into his fist.

“katsuki, you idiot i could have died.” you dramatized, glaring at him through narrowed eyes.

bakugou thought you looked so cute, in your comfy cotton underwear, body hot from the panic of falling off his bed and a pout on your face. still with pussy on his mind, he got onto his knees, one on either side of your hips and pressed a kiss onto your lips.

“well, you didn’t did you?” you rolled your eyes, not meeting his gaze to be faux annoyed at him, “you know i go a bit crazy when you look so gorgeous.”

he began to kiss up your body starting from your stomach, to your breasts and then your neck. you giggled a little as he paid more attention to your ticklish points and bakugou felt nothing but love hearing them flutter around the room and your hands raking through his hair.

“i guess i’ll forgive you this time.” you purred, his lidded eyes looking up at you completely doused in your beauty.

the sweetest times bakugou uses his strength is when he picks you up to put you to bed when you’ve fallen asleep on the sofa. after two weeks of both being very busy, only ever managing a couple of quick facetime calls and texts occasionally through the weeks, you were finally able to find one day where you were both free. you underestimated how tired you would be, planning an evening of netflix and chill but it really turning into netflix and falling asleep 15 minutes within the movie. you couldn’t help it, with bakugou’s arm around your waist and pressing you into his side. your head rested on his chest and the patter of his heart slid you into a slumber. bakugou didn’t care for the movie anyway, watching the little puffs fall from your lips and one of your fists gripping the blanket you had covering you. he didn’t want to move you just yet, looking so pure and delicate, so he turned the volume of the television down a little to simply relax in the serenity of it all. his beautiful girlfriend in his arms, confident in his career and excited for his future. what else could he ask for? he rested his head back onto the sofa, feeling his own body getting heavy with sleep.

“let’s go to bed now, i’m tired and you’ve fuckin fallen asleep on me,” he whispered, not intending for you to hear. his voice even deeper than usual, so low to not wake you up. he shifted his arms around you as quietly and slowly as he could to hold you bridal style. he wasn’t as quiet as he thought though, little mumbles bubbling from you. bakugou stood up, padding his way to his bedroom, “katsuki? where we going?” you asked, eyes still closed and snuggling your head into his pec. you still gripped onto the blanket from his sofa, it was wrapped around you like a cocoon.

“to bed,” the man replied, glancing down at you and admiring how pretty you looked completely relaxed without a worry.

“okay,” you murmured, “was the movie good?”

bakugou smiled, you both barely even watched the movie, “great, everyone died.” he lied, kicking the door open to his bedroom, laying you softly down on his bed. he pulled the blanket off you leaving it on the ground and dragged the duvet over you.

“oh no, that would never happen if you were there.” you breathed, positioning your hands under your head. bakugou knew you wouldn’t remember this conversation tomorrow, probably dreaming while you spoke.

he slid in beside you closing his eyes and tugging you closer into him. you sighed softly at his warmth, your breaths falling onto his neck.

“damn right.”

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#— mha #🍸 — nsfw #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #— from: katsukikook

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anifans · 3 years

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HAVING THE SAME BDAY AS THEIR CRUSH

feat: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki

genre: safe for work (gender neutral)

note: accidentally deleted this hc like a fool

IZUKU MIDORIYA (07/15)

Most likely doesn’t find out that you share the same birthday from you. Maybe Uraraka nonchalantly tells him that you both share the same birthday and that’s how’s.

To be honest, he’ll see this as a sign that you’re meant to be together! (oh no that sounded creepy.) Maybe this is a sign he should confess to you? (yes, not as creepy.)

You both buy each other’s gifts for one another’s birthday. He makes sure it’s something you’ll like. It’s unlikely he’d confess that day but but it’s definitely a push!

TODOROKI SHOTO (01/11)

“Oh…really? What a coincidence.” Doesn’t show much of a reaction to the news. Not because he doesn’t care but because he doesn’t know how he should react around you.

He’ll start to enjoy sharing a birthday with you, especially when you decided that you’d both share a birthday party! (with his permission of course.)

Izuku and Iida both tell him that this is his chance to make a move on you! Shoto builds up the courage to confront you. After you both blow out the candle on your shared cake though. Wants to enjoy the party first.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI (04/20)

Another reason you’re his s/o. (soon to be but to him your already his s/o) Would be pissed that he didn’t know. He knows everything about you! (He likes to think he knows everything about you even though he doesn’t)

Instead, he had to learn from Deku of ALL PEOPLE. Without thinking he’ll aggressively confront you. Asks why you didn’t tell him that you’re both born on April 20th. Cue you being confused on why he’s so worked up.

After cursing you out on how it isn’t your business why he’s asking you. After being pulled away from his random attack he’ll start planning for your shared birthdays.

Though your birthdays aren’t till another few months, he’ll be preparing for your birthdays once knowing this info. Makes sure this birthday is perfect, plans to confess to you on that day. Who knew Katsuki was such a romantic huh?

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#— mha #💳 — sfw #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia headcanons #— from: decayz

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anifans · 3 years

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hey, it's my first time doing any request so i'm little embarrassed but i'm excited too!! i love your writing so much<33 i had this in my mind for a while

Eren's s/o kissing his palms/hands or the spots where he usually bites his hand when he's about to transform

it can be anything(like drabble/headcanons etc. i hope you get me😭) once again I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM!!

that is so frickin adorable STOP I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BRAIN🥺 you can always request things to me, i’m not sure how soon i’ll get onto them but i will try my best and i love hearing from you!

okay i’m actually really proud of this one haha! the drabble will take place during the reclaim of shiganshina arc if that’s alright, and psa i scared myself writing a certain line because i had no clue how i was going to proceed after implying a major death LMAO. i think you’ll know what line i’m taking about but don’t worry nothing happens lol.

warnings: angst... IM SORRY🥲

words: 1.1k

kissing vow ~ eren x reader

Dawn quickly rose over the well-known territory. The part of land that was whispered upon for years ever since its fall, and a place strangely familiar to all your ears and hearts even if you hadn’t traveled there yourself. After the trip into the midnight wilderness you had arrived for a mission far greater than any other, and it was clear there were no visible signs of doubt from anyone.

Except for of course, the young boy with more pressure on his chest than anyone, one you cared for very dearly who’d call almost every shot with his actions. He was frightened beyond compare, so as the last few squads stood atop Wall Maria, urgently waiting for any signal, Eren was practically pissing himself right then and there. He had returned, devised a plan with all the leading commanders in just a few days, and was now preparing to risk his life for his homeland and people. There was no moment of rest for him or any of you. Besides the constant worry of succeeding the mission this very well may be the last time any of you see each other again.

You shout out his last name, once, twice, as he was too far in his own head to hear your first call and jog to him, gripping your delicate fingers over his shoulders. In the years you’ve spent together as scouts those small releases of tension-touching had become a clear sign you wanted each other’s attention, and you both caught onto the gesture quite quickly. Eren softened his eyes in your presence to notion just how focused he was on you. His subconscious would always allow his gaze to wander to you and what you had to say, he felt calmer that way.

“I already see you getting all inside your head, I thought talking about this on the journey here would be enough for you?” you whisper, leaning your head a little closer in attempt to understand what possibly was rumbling through his mind now.

“What if we lose”

“What?”

“I can’t bear to see us all lose! If we waited a little longer, a few more days, maybe we could have advised a plan that wouldn’t risk half the corps’ lives!” He tangled his hand in his hair, gripping the shaggy strands already coming loose from the stress he overdrove himself into. Your hands soften against the thick cloth of his cape, frowning at the few tears pricking his eyelids.

“Er, you’re more than welcome to cry to me later, just not now.” you chuckle.

“How are you so sure there’ll be a later y/n.”

You mouth opens before you can process your words, watching his cheek crane over to rest on the back of your hand that still lay against his collar. Here was humanity’s savior more worried than everyone minutes before call, but that you were perfectly fine with. This side to him was all the more proof that he was human, no matter what people labeled his being as.

“How am I sure? Bold of you to question my predictions Jaeger.” you exaggerate, placing your hands on your hips in a sneer. “I’m certain i’ll come back alive, and why? Because your protecting me with ever passionate fiber in your body, just as you will everyone else. You’re fighting for our justice against these monsters, the ones with no mind or cause. You have a cause to fight Eren and you have a heart too, a damn big one if I do say so myself. It’s the reason we support you with in the entireties of our own.”

With that, you intertwine your fingers around his right thumb, softly calloused to the touch he notes time and time again, and place it in front of your mouth to kiss. His body tenses at the feeling, but his eyes widen when he realizes where exactly you’ve placed it, your trust in him, where you’ve unknowingly hinted your years of growing affection for the boy in the heap of a split second.

Over the bitten scars littered down his radial.

He looks at you in confirmation of what he thinks it meant, and smiles into those fierce doe eyes of yours. A genuine emotion he hasn’t felt in months through grieving and loss, but could so easily melt into again with you.

So yes, he held a dangerous power, but it was all his. Something his true self was a part of that no one should ever neglect, and he found all the support he needed within the soldier right before him.

“Knock em dead Ren, do your best for everyone who’s lived and who will continue to. None of us would be standing here without you, so your presence alone is precious to us...

...We all believe in you, I believe in you.”

You guide his palm to your cheek, nuzzling into its claminess. As he engraves the plush feeling of his fingertips to your skin, a green smoke signal is fired.

And even when Eren was positive not everyone could be saved, he was reminded the ones following the biggest goals in the end would persevere and care for each other just as you had for him. He was confident you’d all succeed that way.

Like Armin now does over Commander Erwin,

Or little Gabi rather than Sasha, no matter what unjust brainwashing she believes.

But him or you, who would risk their own life caring for whom they loved most?

That was one thing he never wanted to find out.

Now he slouches in a rotten, stoned cell, contemplating what could’ve changed if only he had tried a little harder, or had this all been fate from the start?

His hand resting in his lap catches his glance, peering down at the bite marks still evident across his thumb. Surely if the marks he made as a teen persisted your kiss would too.

He slowly brings his hand up, cautious of any guards mistaking the move for another transformation, and presses his lips against the same spot you had. He closes his eyes at the warmth, sensing it was still emitting from your own lingering touch years ago. Unfortunately there had been no more little kisses, subtle clues of affection from either of you ever since. He liked those hints he really did, but now he was sure you stood a few floors above him, devising a plan to put an end to his scheme rather than caring over his emotions.

Weren’t you the one who told him to keep going though?

Perhaps if he had told you his motives beforehand rather than keeping them inside. How he appreciated every act of tenderness you gave him, more than anything he’s experienced before, how all this time he’s fought on this battlefield people called the world, for you and everyone else. Maybe then you’d stay out of his way and let him succeed, but his actions had no time for feelings or explanations. The freedom he desperately searched for in the future held no care for the past.

Yet he could never lie to himself and think you didn’t love him still, even after all this time. And Eren couldn’t deny anything about his own feelings for you, it’s what kept him going.

#— aot #💳 — sfw #eren x reader #eren jaeger #— from: sofi-yeager

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anifans · 3 years

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the “eats your pussy like a madman and treats your pussy like it’s his last meal” guy

→ mikey, draken, inui, baji, hakkai, smiley, SANZU, and RAN

the “eats your pussy for his own pleasure and does not fucking cares even if he’s overstimulating you” guy

→ SANZU, draken, hakkai, angry, RINDO, RAN, baji, and kokonoi

the “eats your pussy like it’s a soft pudding, agonizingly licking the slit slowly while looking up to you” guy

→ NAOTO, draken, takemichi, inui, hakkai, izana, KAZUTORA, and RAN

the “SLURP SLURP SLURP” guy

→ TAKEMICHI, IZANA, baji, mikey, smiley, rindo, SANZU, and kokonoi

#— tokyorev #🍸 — nsfw #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader smut #— from: pupsea

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anifans · 3 years

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green light.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

GENRE: angst, smut, gatsby au

WORD COUNT: 2.9k+

WARNINGS: smut (17+), angst, major character death, size kink, unprotected sex, implied overstim, praise

NOTES: this is for @erensbunny's collab! thanks for betaing @mitsuluv <3

Miles away from your own household, there’s nothing and no one.

Only a flower field that stretches beyond the horizon, the hues of orange and purple in the sky, round sunglasses and a picnic blanket. It’s miles of pink and green, far from family fortune, far from status, far from your own obligations. Places like these were too few and far between, but it doesn’t matter because life hasn’t started and there was nothing to tie you down just yet.

He interlocks his fingers with yours, bringing the back of your hand to his lips while you giggle, staring into his cerulean eyes. Your sundress stops at your ankles, ruffles following down in a pattern, and his button up fits loosely around his torso, the first few undone revealing his pale chest. His other hand comes up to caress your cheek, causing you to pull the brim of your hat down to hide your face, but he swats it away, wanting to admire your flushed cheeks.

The sunset perfectly illuminates your skin and while there was nothing to separate the two of you just yet, there will be something that does. And so, he treats every moment as if it was the last, memorizing the creases of your face when you smile, the pearls complimenting your skin, the sound of your laughter. You, on the other hand, don’t think much about what’s to come. Because for right now, you feel too much love, too much to the point where it clouds your thoughts of the future.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, Satoru.”

A small phrase that can only be uttered when you’re miles away, a place where it is just you and Satoru and you and Satoru only. And while you can fall into the rabbit hole of what they would think and what they would do and what might happen, you can also enjoy the way Satoru kisses down your neck, how he gently lays you down on the floral picnic blanket and hikes up your long dress.

A bright past and a dark present.

Both of you are miles away, yes, but not together.

Satoru faces the dark present in which you’ve slipped through his fingers and into the arms of Naoya Zenin. The dark present in which you have it all, a husband, a daughter, and a house to call your own while he is simply just a lonely man in a large, empty mansion. Even when he can see the green light flashing just across the bay, you still feel far away.

Despite the distance, he’s thankful that he gets the chance to see you at all, watching his neighbor and quickly introducing himself as the owner of the house. It was one party after another after another after another and at this point he’s lost count of how many dollars were spent on this single hope—the hope that you’d show up someday and he found it in his new neighbor.

You still remember that night that you ripped off your necklace, gorgeous and costing hundreds at the least, the pearls clattering on your hardwood floors, a tear stained letter—it was all so vivid. Drowning in your own sorrow and missed opportunity, the stench of alcohol on you and your bedsheets, it was not a night you would like to remember. Mostly because it reminds you of what you could have had and stirs up feelings of regret that makes you sick to your stomach every time you see your husband.

His face, chiseled perfectly and flat hair, sharp eyes and soft lips. When you wake up in the mornings and see his face, it only brings you disappointment. But the sound of your daughter’s feet pitter pattering through the hallways somewhat makes up for it. She doesn’t look like him and you thank whatever higher power is up there that she doesn’t. With wide set eyes and chubby cheeks, you only wish her an easy life where she can do the same—be a fool—but this time, with a man she loved.

Cradling her in your arms made the dark present not so dark. And your younger cousin being nearby only brightened it up just a little bit more.

What a lovely boy, inviting you over for tea. You had missed him in the years he was gone and it would be nice to escape the house once in a while. With a simple purple dress and pearl earrings, you’re out the door and into the car. After a silent fifteen minute drive, the driver stops in front of a quaint cottage, lively green grass and flowers growing along the little columns. The area surrounding his house is perfectly neat, trimmed, and organized. Already, you can tell the interior would be pleasing to the eye.

Megumi comes out of the house, politely walking you to his door and keeping you dry as the rain poured down onto the two of you. Just as you expected, the interior is just as beautiful, varieties of flowers on almost every surface, the colors complimenting each other. You stare, admiring the whites, the yellows, and the pinks of each petal, thankful that your little cousin went to such lengths for a small visit.

“Did you ransack a greenhouse, Gumi?”

He’s silent, still at the door, but you hear a small chuckle. “You know, it’s funny.”

“What’s funny?”

Just as the words leave your mouth, there’s a knock on his door and goes up to answer it. You go back to admiring the flowers for a few more seconds, but you feel a presence behind you and turn around only to be met with a man in a white suit, matching his newly styled hair, blue eyes piercing through you with an intense gaze, his sunglasses in hand. You’re frozen in place and your feet are unable to lift from the ground, but he takes a few hesitant steps towards you, waiting for some kind of reaction.

“Well, I’m certainly glad to be seeing you again.”

With that, he smiles, “I’m certainly glad to be seeing you, as well.”

“It’s… beautiful.”

“You like it?”

“I love it. But how do you live here all alone?”

“I don’t. It’s always full of interesting people.”

Every single shrub is neatly trimmed, water flows gently in the fountain, flowers blooming in the garden. The mansion is huge, too big for only one person, and pristine on both the inside and the outside. The first place Satoru takes you is out on the water where you sit by him, a drink in your hand, Megumi taking pictures of the scenery and the people around him. He holds out his hand for you to hold as you try to steady yourself on the float, a drink in one hand and the other holding onto his shoulder.

“Smile.” You hear Megumi say, but you’re far too busy with Satoru tickling your sides, squirming as he coos small teases. The camera clicks, capturing the both of you in the moment.

When he brings all of you back inside his home, you’re in awe of the sparkling chandelier hanging from his ceiling, the gold lining the walls of the second floor, the sturdy architecture, shiny black and yellow floors. It’s a contrast from what you would have expected from Satoru who was once a humble soldier, plucking from your bedroom in the night and bringing you to a faraway place just to escape. You were once ready to accept the reality that status set the two of you apart, but now you wonder if it even is an issue.

But you’re old money and he’s new money.

How did he acquire all of this? His house? His clothes? The entirety of his wealth? You’re not exactly sure, but you don’t let your mind wander, opting to run up the grand white staircase, getting to the second floor only to be met with a black floor so spotless that you can see your own reflection. Along with Megumi, he follows behind you, watching every single movement and every single expression on your face. Eventually, he catches up next to you, motioning for you to follow him into a room with a single bed and another small set of stairs, rambling about where he gets his clothes.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” You reply, excitedly looking around the room where there’s countless shelves, all full of fabrics. “They’re so beautiful.”

He smiles at you from above, beginning to pull the clothing from the shelves and throwing them down for you to see. You giggle, a wide smile plastered on your face as different pinks, whites, and purples take over your vision. “Satoru, you’re gonna ruin them!”

He’s careless, letting half of his wardrobe fly out in the air and you struggle to catch them all, falling over into the bed. You’re elated, the variety of clothing making you squeal in delight as you jump onto the mattress, sitting in the middle, surrounded by fabric of different patterns and colors. You’re buried in them and he doesn’t stop until the sound of your laughter starts to die down. His chest fills with concern as he races down the stairs to comfort your disoriented figure on the bed.

Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and soon you feel his fingers come down to your chin to turn your head towards him. Although, you avoid eye contact, not wanting to confront the reality that it’s been five years. “Hey, shhh,” he coos, his voice softening, “What’s wrong, bunny?”

It’s a loaded question and you already have the answer in your head, on the tip of your tongue, but the more you think, the more you realize that there isn’t a right way to express it to Satoru. A daughter, a husband that you supposedly love, a life supported by old money. Five years away from the love of your life only for him to randomly appear back into your life during a time of stability. And even with your vague knowledge of Naoya’s mistress, you’re the perfect wife for him, foolish and obedient.

But still, your heart is drawn to Satoru—it always has been and it always will be.

“It— It makes me sad…” you reply with a meek voice, “The shirts… they’re just so beautiful.”

He chuckles, kissing the side of your head.

“Fuck! Satoru—” you squeal, his leaking tip prodding at your slit. It’s all familiar, but it doesn’t make it any easier to take him. After five years apart, you forget how big he is, veins running down the side of his pretty cock, long and heavy against your inner thigh. You’ve already lost how many times he’s made you cum on his mouth, your overstimulated cunt aching for more.

“I got you,” he mutters, rubbing your pearl in lazy circles as he pushes in, slowly filling you up inch by inch, “S-So big—”

‘“Yeah?” he coos, maintaining a bruising grip on your hips, “I’m barely halfway in. Just hold on, bunny.”

You nod, tears streaming down your face as he tries to distract with more kisses on your cheeks, gently brushing them away with his thumb. Your hole stretches to take him, splitting in half until you feel his tip kissing your cervix. His mouth latches onto your breast, his hips moving in slow strokes, his hands rubbing reassuring circles on the side of your thigh. “Such a good bunny,” he praises, “Pretty girl.”

“Mhm,” you squeak, feeling him as he starts to fasten the pace, wet squelches echoing throughout the entirety of the bedroom, “I- I missed you.”

“I missed— fuck!— you,” he replies, groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. A string of drool connects his mouth to your nipple, drunk on your pussy, becoming more and more mindless as your cunt sucks him in. The pain of him stretching you out subsides, replaced by the heat building up in your lower tummy. His cock drags against your gummy walls, his fingers interlacing with yours as he fucks into you, juices flowing from your folds down to the white sheets.

“Say you love me,” he whispers against your lips, your eyes half lidded and mind empty, “Please…”

Your eyes open only slightly, making out cerulean eyes with blown out pupils, your own fingers threading through messy white hair, “I— I love you,” you reply, your mind hazy with lust, “Fuck, give it to me. Satoru, please—”

He kisses your bottom lip, knowing exactly what to do, his thrusts becoming harder and erratic, warm skin slapping against yours, balls tightening as he gets closer and closer to his high. His cock is covered in milky white and your grip on his hand tightens at the same time he can feel you squeezing around him like a vice, the coil snapping in your tummy. He brings his lips to yours, swallowing your moans.

“Hold on for a little while longer, bunny. For me, alright?”

You nod as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before fastening his pace, pounding against your cervix at a rapid speed. Drool spills from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as the knot starts the build once again, your mind going numb as he blows his load into your swollen pussy, squeezing the plush of your hips.

“Love you,” he murmurs in your ear at the same time you’re ready to doze off, your post orgasm haze taking over you, “So much.” He continues, kissing your head.

“I love you, too,” you respond as he turns you to the side before interlocking your fingers together. It’s calming, it feels right and every moment eases your mind off the lost five years between the two of you. “Would you run away with me if you had the chance?”

You’re not sure if your mind is clouded with lust or if it was the feeling of finally being cherished by a man you wished you married or if every sense of rationality had already left you, but in a heartbeat, you respond easily.

“Yes.”

He presses his lips against your bare back before the both of you doze off together in a dreamless sleep.

It all feels surreal.

The last time you see Megumi, he tells you about the emptiness of the mansion, the vines growing against the walls, how the once trimmed bushes are now overgrown and you ask him to stop talking. As much as you love your little cousin, a mention of the house was just another reminder of what you could have had. It only fills you with regret and guilt.

Naoya kisses your head, but it’s not the same.

While you have your daughter to take care of, your husband to serve, it’s only natural for your mind to wander. It’s only natural for your heart to ache, your stomach to turn, your fists to clench. There’s too many questions of what if or what could have been. Would Satoru still be alive if you had followed through? Would you be happier? Did you make the right decision?

But once someone, anyone, walks into your room, reality hits you like a truck and you’re back to where you’re supposed to be. And your life isn’t horrible at all because when you snap back to reality, you snap back to green grass, the finest silks, and the pearls around your neck. You snap back to the perfect family, a strong husband that can protect you, a beautiful daughter that can live a simple life. It’s all old money, acquired not by bootlegging or running a speakeasy, but passed down through generations. While things aren’t perfect, they nearly are.

Still, what if you had taken your daughter with you, living in that huge mansion where the floors are spotless and gold lines the walls and ceilings?

Day by day, it eats at you and when moving day comes, it doesn’t get any easier. Maybe you weren’t cut out for this life—one where you had to worry about your status, one where you tied down to your family. Maybe you were perfect for it, overthinking each and every single problem that five lost years had caused you. You would forget about him one day, at least you think you would.

But you still remember cerulean eyes so clearly, round sunglasses, a pink tint on pale cheeks, soft lips, tousled ivory hair. And it hurts you every time because even after life, the image has a tug on your heart. He didn’t ever get to hear your last words to him, you weren’t there to comfort him, you didn’t even bother to attend his funeral. Megumi knows not to mention him around you, too. He keeps his filter on, processing his grief on his own.

Satoru reaches out to the green light across the bay, too afraid to go there on his own, but the hope of seeing you once again fuels the fire in his heart. He goes through the trouble of sacrificing his money and his time, replaying old scenes of you in his head and is thankful that he even made it this far, that he was even this close to calling you his. He reaches out one moment and he’s gone the next.

And the green light simply guides boats to the dock. It’s all it does anymore.

#— jjk #🍸 — nsfw #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru smut #— from: crybabygumi

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