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s4lv4tions · 5 months

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innocence and the art of losing it;

pairing; kamo choso x fem!reader (modern!au) wc; 1.1k cw; suggestive content, making out, post-makeout clarity, second hand embarrassment ? lol an; no thoughts just loserboy choso. a virgin who's never kissed anyone who literally hands his heart over the second u bat your eyelashes at him :3

Choso kisses you once — drunk, high, more teeth than lips — in the wish-wash strobe lights of a college house party, and is thrust face-first into obsession.

It’s his first kiss. Yes, he's 22, and his first kiss is a sloppy, intoxicated mess, and he doesn't care. He’s covered in glitter from when someone had thrown a glitter-bomb at the wall above his head, sweating off his eyeliner and face paint, delirious enough to wonder whether his cup is still in his hand or not. But you’re real. Firm and sweet-smelling and voice husky when you bow your head towards him, just as drunk as he is but wearing it far better. Dark kohl lines your eyes, lashes big and dramatic. The kiss is messy and bitter with the lingering taste of vodka, but he presses himself further into it, cheeks hot and ears hotter.

He doesn’t really remember the rest of the night. He remembers the kiss, and your face, and the untrained, inelegant way his tongue had explored your mouth; he remembers how you’d patted his arm after and told him you were gonna go crash in the bath tub upstairs and try to sober up — extended an invitation to him, too — before you disappeared around the corner. It was an invitation he would’ve taken if not for the sudden tugging on his sleeve.

Mahito — grinning all sleazy at the smear of lipstick on Choso’s face — steadies a blacked-out Jogo against one bony shoulder. He whines something about not wanting to take care of him, and Jogo slurs something else (most likely about Hanami, who he'd never had the courage to ask out, and was now dating a "ripped lifeguard"). They’re annoying at best and assholes at worst, but (begrudgingly) Choso admits they’re his friends. He’s never been able to refuse a friend in need.

He mournfully leaves the party — and you, upstairs, lying in the empty bath with a warm blanket and open arms — to help Jogo regurgitate his guts in Choso's apartment. He sobers up pretty quickly between retches, only left with a passing headache and a deep lethargy; still, when Jogo and Mahito collapse on his pull out couch (fully dressed, might he add), he lays in bed, bloodshot-eyed and blushing. He doesn’t know how he found your Instagram — your name’s not even in your username — but he’s staring at your pretty face and scraping his tongue piercing against the back of his teeth. He shouldn’t be doing either of those things. He’s so fucking tired, but he can’t look away.

An OOTD. A coffee cup and a fancy looking pastry. You and your friends hugging each other at a party, grinning and glitter-eyed. Another of you on your own, at a Halloween party last year — because that’s how far he’s scrolled — dressed as Morticia Addams, dark and sultry and smiling all the while. His heart is thudding so hard in his chest he swears it’ll erupt and splatter over the ceiling.

Fuck. Fuck. It’s the alcohol pooling in his stomach, he’s sure — the alcohol rushing from his head to his, uh, smaller head. The faint synthetic taste of your lipstick and the smell of your perfume — sweet and dizzying, good enough to eat — they cloud his head in the same way those incessant clouds of vape and weed had earlier. He remembers how your long, pointed nails had scraped through his hair and brushed against his scalp, shivers rolling down the hunched length of his spine. The softness of your chest against his. You’d been so funny, made him feel so comfortable where he’d normally shut down and go silent. Fuck.

He scrolls further, fixated on every detail — who’s that man standing just beside you? Why is that girl’s hand so tight on your waist? You were part of the Art Society two years ago, he wonders if you’re not anymore. That same year you visited Vienna in the summer, snapping photos in front of the Hofburg in a dark summer dress. Your jewellery makes your eyes look even more sparkly than they are in real life. He’s about to scroll further, when—

❤️ You liked this post.

“No,” Choso mutters to himself, shooting up in bed. “No, no, no, no—”

He fumbles with his phone — drops it out of his hands and then scurries to pick it up again, dread settling over him like a threadbare blanket. Nope, his brain wasn't playing tricks on him. Shamefully, he unlikes the post and turns his screen off, pressing his palms into his eyes.

A post from two and a half years ago. 30 whole months. And he’d liked it accidentally. His stupid fucking thumbs — and it wasn’t like he could play it cool. Even with unliking it, you’ll see the notification. You’ll know that he was snooping. That he was thinking about you.

Fuck. He shouldn’t have drank so much. He shouldn’t have gone to that party in the first place, he had exams to study for and this wasn't the example he wanted to set for his brothers, but — if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have kissed you. And he’d liked it. A lot. He liked you.

Choso stares at his home screen — his brothers and him, all huddled up at one of the tables of their favourite restaurant, taken before he’d left for college. Big grins and glassy eyes and Choso steels himself. If this happened to one of his little brothers, he knows what he’d tell them — to not think too deeply on it, and that everyone makes mistakes. That it’s not the end of the world no matter how much it feels like it. He has to make mistakes so his brothers don't — and how can he preach emotional maturity if he can’t follow through on it himself? Especially over something as small as an Instagram like.

So Choso sets his phone aside and ignores the half-hard problem in his pants, shutting his eyes with a little more force than necessary. He’s going to sleep. He’ll be able to think — and have a cold, cold shower — in the morning. Everything will be fine. You probably won't even notice, who is he kidding. He's sure you get a gazillion likes every day — surely his will be lost in it all.

(Except the morning comes with an Instagram notification that pulls his heart into his throat.

[01:22] stxrgxrl: like what u see? :p

Fuck emotional maturity. Choso’s gonna be sick.)

#choso x reader #choso x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #choso smut #choso fluff #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #jjk fic #anime x reader #anime fic

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fics-lovebot · 7 days

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one thing you will NEVER catch me reading is stuff about “xyz finds out you read smut about him” or “xyz reads your smut” or anything of that nature bc I would D I E right there on the spot if it ever happened to me like,,,,,

not him finding out I read rev harem werewolf fantasy smut about him and his friends 💀💀💀

The secondhand embarrassment I feel when I even THINK about it is tew much

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babypinkhearts · 3 months

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mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness. - f. megumi

pairing: fushiguro megumi + fem!reader

summary: you love him. so you let him torture you further.

warnings: angst! megumi is complicated (what’s new), but comfort!!! the sweetest of sweet things. mentions of being emotionally unavailable.

a/n: inspired by the song “woman” by john lennon. one of my favorites, i definitely recommend you go listen :) i have been writing my heart out these past few weeks, i feel like it’s my biggest hyperfixation at the moment. thank you for all the love recently <3 i am so happy.

two knocks will do it.

or a third. megumi’s hand stills.

his eyes scan the scenery. the outdoor mat he recognizes too well on the floor, decorated with images of small woodland creatures. the hummingbirds gather around the greeting words in minimalistic font.

he finds it less welcoming than anything, his teeth chewing the inside of his cheek.

this was a stupid idea.

the sound of rustling comes from the other side of the door, and his careful eyes observe. he hears a click. the door opens, barely, and he’s able to briefly see your wide eyes.

megumi sticks his foot in the gap before you have a chance to slam it shut.

“what the fuck.” you deadpan, eyes now locked on the floor where megumi was now trespassing. the audacity. “dude, take a hint.”

fifty missed calls, all intentional. messages that haven’t even been opened clog your phone, and you had planned to keep it that way for much longer.

“let me in.” megumi responds, gaze unrelenting. sure, this wasn’t the reaction he wanted, but you seemed less upset than he imagined you’d be. “please.”

he kept that same stoic look on his face, despite his stomach feeling like it was being twisted in two. his pride hurt. he wondered if he would have to start begging on his knees for your forgiveness, or maybe kiss your hands and write the most obnoxiously long love letter ever created. admittedly, for you, he’d let himself with no hesitation. how weak he had become.

narrowing your eyes at him, you give a few futile attempts to close the door, growing increasingly frustrated as it repeatedly hit him. he wouldn’t budge.

he watches your eyes instinctively shut tightly in annoyance.

“megumi-“ you sigh, running a hand down your face, exasperated. “no. leave me alone.”

a part of you wants to add in - “like you have been” - but you swallow the bitter sentence.

don’t fall in love with boys who don’t know how to love.

or, more importantly, don’t fall in love with boys who can’t love back.

it’s a treacherous battle, you’ve learned. megumi has always been abrasive, and those moments where empathy shines through have (without failure) been blocked by gloomy clouds before it’s able to reach you. he’s pretty in theory, but uncovering him has it’s ugly bits. he’s aware.

for a serene, peaceful moment, you think that megumi listens to you. he slowly turns to his side, and you expect him to walk down the patio steps and go back home.

but he stands there for a little too long, his foot still nudged in the crack stupidly made by your naivety. every rational (and ethical) thought seems to leave his mind as he finds himself forcing your door wide open.

“oh my god-” you exclaim, hands thrown in the air, mouth open in disbelief. you’ve backed up from the door, brows furrowed. “megumi, seriously, what the fuck?”

dumbfounded, you watch as he simply lets himself inside, leaning back against the door to shut it.

“it was cold.” was all he said, before swallowing thickly. “and i need you to stop ignoring me.”

yeah, he wished he had a better approach.

megumi was normally calculated and a lot more thoughtful. he’d weigh in pros and cons, analyzing everything to it’s minute detail. you were probably the only factor that would lead him into spontaneity.

his ears perk up as he registers the sound of a bitter laugh, staring as he watches you raise your hand to your mouth, muffling the sound. you repeatedly shake your head.

“what the fuck.” you repeat, quietly now. you were seething, though held your emotions at bay. this wasn’t like megumi at all. he was always patient.

and he usually understood boundaries.

you momentarily glance at him.

“please.” megumi pleaded, cheeks flushed from both the freezing weather and sudden embarrassment clouding his head. he felt his senses coming back, now realizing the gravity of his actions. you had never seen his eyes grow so wide. “i’ll go back outside, i’m sorry, i just really need to-“

“you’re already inside.” you coldly reply, cutting him off. your hostility had yet to dissipate, and if you could think clearly enough, you’d be able to feel the burning sensation of your nails digging into your palms. this felt like a bad dream. but the desperation in his voice was unbearable to listen to, and there was the glimmer of the north star guiding you, naturally searching the idiot in front of you. like it always does. “whatever you say better be worth it.”

it’s mature, your resolve. let him talk, and then he can leave peacefully.

but, what did he want? closure? because you never got any. and you weren’t sure if you wanted it. it’s why your phone idly sits on your bedside table, constantly on do not disturb. for the mere purpose of avoiding him. and everything, really.

you come to a cruel realization that megumi would be the only person benefiting from this - his sudden appearance. he could leave, and you’d still be left with a broken heart. mangled, at this point. no room for repair.

but you love him. so you let him torture you further.

megumi nods feverishly, visibly relieved. “u-um, okay, okay, just give me a second.”

you raise a brow, tilting your head. “for what?”

yes, megumi had come all this way to see you without a single plan in mind.

spontaneity.

“i’m nervous.” megumi quickly replied, and while it isn’t a lie in the slightest, it isn’t the answer to your question. he doesn’t know how to say what he wants to tell you. he’s bad with words, bad with communicating, bad with you.

your hand impatiently beckons him, urging to spill whatever he seems so bothered by. “it’s okay. just get it over with.”

you make it sound too easy.

megumi’s hesitance is almost awkward, and you find an excuse to look around at everything in the room but him. you click your tongue after a while, sighing.

your head hurt. every part of you was overwhelmed, the presence of your ex-boyfriend too unbearable to keep an unbothered act.

he looks the same, maybe a little more restless. you hope he had been sleeping well. two months without him, and yet you can’t seem to notice too much of a difference. the familiarity is comforting, in some weird, twisted way.

but, why come now? all the texts, the phone calls - all in one singular day.

bad things only start appearing once the past issues are nearly faded. salt in a healing wound.

you try to be optimistic and convince yourself that he doesn’t know how much he’s hurting you by being near you, but you know megumi. it’s not unlike him to be selfish. he’d already shown you that.

“megumi, it’s late. just-“

“i want you.”

and heat rises to your face, warm enough to mistake as a fever. every word is caught on your tongue, and it feels like the world caves in for a moment.

now, the anger returns. stronger than ever.

you hold so much resentment. it’s unhealthy for a person to feel what you have within the past two months. bitter, betrayed, and yet helplessly enamored. but now, you’re frustratingly confused. it makes you want to rip your hair out. why couldn’t this be - normal? it’s barbaric, the way that agony doesn’t have a limit. you suppose you’ll stay with the ache forever.

“you-“ and your breath is shaking, eyes blurring in fury. you want the ground below you to split in half and swallow you whole. for the world to naturally end, mimicking the feeling in you that it already has. “fuck you, megumi.”

you’re scolding yourself, mentally screaming, because your chest stings as you watch him silently bow his head.

he’s not allowed to feel shitty. he ended things, and now he has the audacity to act hurt. as if two whole months haven’t passed by, and he isn’t here to remind you (cruelly, in person) how much heartbreak you’ve had to endure.

“why are you here?” your voice sounds so little, all bite manifested into exhaustion. because it’s taking everything in you to stand up straight. to not have your legs give out, and let him have you again. “why are you doing this to me?”

you’re blunt because you can’t drag it out for much longer. maybe you did need closure. you would like to think you deserved it.

megumi stiffens, and his hands instinctively find themselves in his pockets. it’s a habit you were well aware of, a part of you expecting waiting for it to happen. you know him like a book.

“…because i love you.”

he says it simply, as if it’s the answer to everything. the casualty of it makes you want to cry.

but you can’t remember him ever saying that before. and maybe that’s why your skin is suddenly wet, glistening with reminders of just how strongly you felt for this boy.

“you’re being mean.” you whisper, shaking your head.

and megumi knows he is. but the desire of you is too strong for him to handle. truthfully, he’s never doubted the intensity of what he feels for you. megumi is complicated, though.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” he mumbles, and it takes him all the willpower in the world to blink away his own emotions. because he’s not the one that should be hurting. “i’m sorry for all of it.”

after you’re accustomed, it’s hard to get rid of something. megumi doesn’t think he could live without you. it was a mistake to believe he could. endless weeks of just staring at remainders of you everywhere. walking by the aquarium where you had your first date, eyes never missing the shampoo you used to buy at the store. he still has a few shirts with the faint fragrance of your perfume. he can’t bring himself to wash them.

“i miss you.” his voice is strained, and he hopes you believe him. “you deserve everything, and i want to give you that.”

your arms are hugging your sides, and you’re painstakingly aware of the slow steps megumi has began to take towards you. they’re wary, but you know you don’t have the strength to step back.

“i love you.” he repeats, and you close your eyes tightly.

again, megumi is normally calculated. and thoughtful. his rashness settles, and he watches you carefully. a hand raises, and he wipes your tear-stained cheek. the touch is soft. you really can’t remember him ever being this careful. his guard is down, his eyes are watering, and you can feel his hand shaking. vulnerability in megumi, as rare as it comes.

he always had trouble expressing his thoughts with you. you can’t blame him, because you know his past hasn’t been ideal. you always hated seeing him suffer in silence. nonetheless, you were patient. so sickeningly patient it made megumi’s stomach do flips.

it’s his biggest regret, telling you to leave him. all you ever tried to do was help.

“i thought,” he brings his head towards you, gently resting his forehead on yours. his hair tickles your face. you shiver. “i thought it’d be smart to end us. i never want to see you sad.”

megumi knows it was a double-edged sword. he ended up hurting you anyway, and himself in the process. too weak to overcome the natural human emotion that is love.

he knew your breakup was a mistake the second he had watched your face fall. he was certain when you had walked out the door. you tend to realize just how great you had it after it’s already gone.

“i’m stupid, aren’t i?” and he chuckles, a regretful smile on his face. a few tears fall. “i’m so, so stupid.” he takes in a sharp breath.

he feels you nod against him. megumi freezes.

“so stupid.” you affirm.

communication is something you can never hold against megumi. he struggles with it, and it’s why you’re so lenient. this, to see you, pour his heart out, and tell you he loves you, is him trying. him trying so incredibly hard.

you feel his body start to shake, and you wordlessly go back to your natural instinct, brushing his hair aside to place a tender kiss on his forehead.

“i love you, megumi.”

it’s an easy admission. you’ve expressed it dozens of times, and finally, those words can be heard back. this time, it’s muffled through your hair as he buries himself into your very being. the saying is repeated endlessly, and his grip tightens.

i love you.

it’s stability, and it’s delightful.

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spacebaby1 · 4 months

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BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND (Nanami kento x Reader)

Nanamin survived!

Shibuya was in unrecognisable state, and you barley got out of there breathing yet that didn't stop you from pushing the sorcerers that were trying to make you lay on the floor with the rest of the injures.

You managed to walk few feet before falling to week long unconsciousness. After a week you woke up in a hospital bed with oxygen mask still on you looked around to find shoko looking out of the huge window. "Sho," you managed to whisper which made her immediately jump as she turned around with a sad smile, you tried to sit with all your strength and she helped, "How are you feelin-?" You cut her question short as she spoke, "W-Where is Nanami? Is he okay? Did he get out?"

Shoko sighed before she spoke sitting beside you, "Barley, he's badly injured, Y/N very badly, I'm not sure if you are ready to se-"

"Take me to him, please!" You began to get up and shoko knew better than to stop you but she was sure of your reaction when you'll see Nanami; nothing will change your feelings for your husband. Shoko helped you to the room where Nanami was and you went in there without her, holding on the wall for support because you barley could walk from your leg injury, Mahito did a number on you. For some reason the curtain were up when he was the only one there, a doctor left as you entered leaving you both alone.

"Nanami-"

"NO! Go away, please" Nanami snapped as you stopped there confused before you spoke, "Na, it's me-"

"Y/N, just go I don't want you to see me, leave!" Not listening to his words you made your way towards him as you pushed the curtains away, "Why are you acting like that Na?" You asked holding on his bedside looking on the floor before your eyes met his, Nanami looked away and you knew why he didn't want you to go away.

"Na," you gently cupped his uninjured side trying to make him look at you, "Hubby, please look at me, I'm dying to see you." You were in tears but so was he as he slowly turned his face to look you in the eyes which made you smile, "Hello, handsome," you chuckled as tears fell; your signature greetings to him. "What are you doing here with me?"

You took his hand and kissed it before placing your face on it, "I'm here with my husband, I'm here to be by my husband, in sickness and health, remember? The only way you would get rid of me is when I am dead and gone, I'm here to stay with you, Nanami, I would die for you, I love you."

He was already crying when you started to cry as he carefully pulled you on his side hugging you with his right hand, you cried on his neck; trying to kisses every skin you got in contact, his neck, his chest, his hands, his shoulders, his face and his forehead; he was still you Nanami and nothing can change that not even all his injuries.

"We need to get out of here and run away to Malaysia," He whispered to which you giggling nodding before kissing his hands over and over, "Anything for my sweetheart, Anything." He smiled, "I adore you, I love you."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanamin x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami fluff #jujutsu nanami #nanami angst #anime fic #kento x reader #jjk kento #kento nanami

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draxua · 4 months

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GENYA DRABBLE + LINKS

Pt.1 maybe maybe not

Pillow princess Genya with service dom reader who spoils him in bed after he buys you a that you've been eyeing. Rewarding him by letting him fuck your shoe, his tip growing more and more red as he pumps his cock in and out looking for a sweet release.

Genya, who gets driven to insanity at type of skin contact, doesn't matter where or how he's getting touched he just needs you so badly. He's happily willing to buy you a whole pot of gold if that's what you want, to please you and make you happy.

Genya who shakes as hes scared to ruin your brand new pairs of shoes, he's so ashamed of how turned on he is by fucking your shoe alone, but Gods it feels so good.

The mixture of of shame and the contact of your skin makes his head spin, causing him to cum everywhere.

LINK

Genya with a free use kink, just always letting you take advantage of his body whenever you please, whatever you want, you get, and he'll give you anything you want when you want.

Climbing into the bath as he showers early in the morning still tired and groggy just to have some fun with him before he has to leave.

Stroking his cock, under the hot shower leaving kiss marks all over him.

Genya, whose legs tremble at the sudden pleasure, unable to support himself, he leans onto the wall in hopes he doesn't collapse right there and then.

LINK

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 <3

#✮⋆˙willow writes #genya thirsts #dom!reader #sub!character #kny dom reader #sub!Genya #genya shinazugawa #genya x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fic #black reader blog #sub! genya #genya kny #anime fic

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miyasstan · 3 months

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"Please don't go where I can't follow" but what if it's iwaoi, standing at the airport as iwaizumi watches oikawa leave for Argentina, with a confession left unsaid.

(hehe I'm sorry :))

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eiflawriting · 2 years

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⠀⠀⠀𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝖿.

✧──────✧₊∘ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗘𝗫. 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝗍. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗉, 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 (𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌, 𝗂𝖽𝗄 𝗅𝗈𝗅.) 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍. 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 (𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍), 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾 (𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾), 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 (𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖾𝗍𝖼.) 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄. 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒. 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗈3. 1.7𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. ♡ 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀. 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒐 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕.

it was rare that toji fushiguro had a favorite customer, especially since he saw all older rich women the same. desperate, craving any attention from another man because their wrinkly husbands didn’t give them enough attention. and it was his job to make them feel special for the night. toji was good at what he did. amazing, at that. giving nothing but quality dick and great pleasure at a hefty cost. he didn’t give fuck about how the women looked. as long as they could afford him, that’s all that mattered. however, when he met y/n? that all changed.

never did he expect a younger woman to request his services, and fuck was he glad that she did. y/n was the perfect customer. gorgeous. not cheap. unlike the other women who always try to bargain with him. didn’t catch feelings. and let’s not forget about that amazing pussy he was currently stretching. if toji didn’t know any better, he was obsessed with that delectable cunt. so fucking tight and wet. he couldn’t get over how y/n’s walls sucked him in without having any intentions on letting him go. she was the perfect fuck, reserving the whole night for her so he could take his time.

y/n’s moans were soft and audible as toji had her lifted, arms hooked under the fold of her knees, fucking her recklessly until tears pricked the corner of her eyes. those plush two-toned lips separated, sweet whimpers slipping through, purring how big toji is. he bullied y/n’s walls, ensuring to meet with her cushion every time. his piercing emerald irises stared attentively at her to relish how she reacted to his touch. “look at how pretty you look, doll. being such a good slut taking me like this,” he cooed. toji admired her natural beauty. how the droplets of sweat coating y/n’s flesh caused her golden brown skin to glow. her full, sagged tits decorated with stretch marks that his mouth found comfort in. none of his other clients could compare.

the queefing and gushy sounds from her pussy bounced off the walls in her high-rise apartment. y/n paid him good money to get fucked like this every friday, and he ensured to never disappoint. “t-toji. y-you’re fucking me s’good. th-this feels so good, baby,” she stammered. those lust-filled sounds of pleasure gave him the confidence to pound her drooling cunt harder. her velvety walls clenched around him tighter each thrust he took, juices glazing his cock, coating it perfectly with cream. and although toji enjoyed hearing her sweet moans, he crashed his lips onto hers to savor those soft lips. an action that he only reserved for y/n.

toji had no mercy while splitting y/n open. his pace quickens, pulling her hips harder onto his length, enjoying the heat of her arousals smearing on him. “this is what you wanted, right? paid me well to fuck this pretty pussy. this nice—wet—tight fucking pussy—shit, you feel so damn good,” he growled. they continued to share a sloppy kiss, exchanging grunts and moans of great delight. y/n’s manicured nails penetrated the flesh of his shoulders, digging deeper as she felt her release creeping on her skin.

she parted lips with toji to allow her sinful pleasures to roam freely. the toe-curling fucking toji was currently delivering to y/n had her completely blissed out. however, she wanted more. “p-please fuck me harder, toji. i need more of you,” y/n cried, causing him to smirk. gosh, hearing how needy she was did numbers to toji’s ego. but he wanted to taunt her—just a little. “yeah? how badly do you need me? tell me, pretty girl. tell me how badly you want me to make you cum, and i know you’re about to. i can feel it.” fucking hell, toji fushiguro was. even so, this is what he’s paid to do.

y/n was hesitant, feeling embarrassed, thinking how pathetic she would sound, begging for dick she had already paid for. but as soon as she felt that long, deep stroke in her cunt, all bets were off. “oh g-god! toji, please! please fuck me harder! please, baby. wanna cum on your dick.” fuck, she sounds so pretty. y/n’s cries were like a collection of broken records he could peacefully fall asleep to. never forced. always sounds so natural. toji chuckled, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “atta girl.”

as requested, he slammed y/n down on his cock, repeatedly kissing her g spot. her howls came from the pit of her stomach with his name sinfully leaking through her drool-coated lips. she had never been fucked this good before. the high y/n felt was something she never wanted to come down from. “yes. yes, baby. right there. don’t stop fucking me. i’m so close,” she panted. and he didn’t. he didn’t stop pounding that pussy until she began seeing stars. “be a good girl and cum for me. i want to feel all those warm juices on my dick.” that’s all she needed to hear.

y/n saw white. her body felt like it was being pushed over the edge from her intense climax. she thanked toji repeatedly for making her cum. this was a habit of hers that toji’s dick twitched from hearing. she pressed her forehead onto his, a very intimate action toji only allowed y/n to do. there were certain boundaries toji had for his other clients. however, these limitations were excluded from her.

she wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss toji sensually, causing him to groan from tasting the sweetness of her strawberry-flavored gloss. his hips were still, but he felt her pussy continue to pulsate around him. the two had been fucking all night, and he certainly did not want it to end.

toji sat on the bed, back against the headboard, with his legs spread. y/n’s back arched involuntarily from feeling his dick deep in her stomach. she trembled while nipping on his bottom lip, still sensitive from her orgasm. “turn around for me, princess. you’re going to ride this dick,” he demanded. never did he order his clients to get into a position. usually, it would be thirty minutes of doggy, so he could get it over with. but, you know—y/n was his favorite customer. however, she was too inexperienced to do such a task. she felt her cheeks burning from even thinking about it.

“u-uhm, okay. i’ve never done this before.”

“i know,” he whispered, gently caressing her cheeks with the back of his hands. “i’m right here with you. i’ll coach you.”

y/n knew better than to catch feelings for toji, but that soft reassurance he spoke to her pulled strings in her heart. she did as she was told, turning around with his cock remaining in her cunt. “now find your balance. you could rest your hands on the bed or on my legs. whatever makes you comfortable, doll. then start slapping your ass on me.” y/n felt awkward but soon found comfort with her hands on the bed and began to move. despite y/n’s relaxed motion, her round ass resembled the ocean itself.

“shit, look at that fucking ass. you’re going to go faster for me, pretty girl?” he soothed. y/n’s pace picked up little by little. toji was mesmerized by seeing how her pussy latched onto his cock. blood rushed to his cheeks, cursing through his teeth. “that’s my girl. pussy gripping my fucking cock.” although toji was pleased with her actions, y/n still felt hesitance in her movements. rather than going back and forth, she clapped her ass in a bouncing motion. her confidence grew the more toji praised her. all she needed was a little motivation.

“yeah, don’t stop doing that. it feels so good, princess. you’re being such a good slut having that pussy juice spread down my balls,” he rasped. the room was filled with lewd noises of skin smacking and their shared moans. toji struck her ass with enough strength, knowing a mark will form by the morning. y/n enjoyed the adrenaline she felt from toji coaching and praising her, thinking how she would leave a hefty tip for this great pleasure. “s’deep—s’big—feels s’good, toji.”

“yeah, that’s right. keep using me to make yourself cum. i’m your fuck toy now, doll.”

y/n jumped vigorously. every movement she took caused his dick to dissolve in her cunt, doing anything for another release. an animalistic sensation took over her body. she squeezed her nipples in a circular motion while the other toyed with her clit. all she could do moan was his name. how she immediately grew accustomed to this position had toji proud in shock. “good fucking girl. fuck, y/n. bounce that pretty ass on my cock.” toji wished he could hold off a little longer while she rode his dick, but how his dick kept twitching in her pussy, he knew soon he would come undone.

he held firmly onto her waist to help y/n with her movements. she wailed, feeling as if his dick was deeper than before. her cushion was overwhelmed with pleasure from it being kissed several times. “t-toji—i’m about to cum again, baby.”

“i am too, doll. where do you want this cum?”

“p-please cum in my pussy,” y/n whimpered.

he chucked. “oh? that’ll cost you.”

“i don’t care. i’ll pay. i’ll pay however much it is. just please cum inside of me. please, toji!”

the beautiful sounds of her begging and talking more money thrilled him. he held her hips down to fuck into her. the arch in her back deepened, head lolling from being fucked out of this world. y/n’s walls fluttered around his cock as she felt herself losing composure from her second climax. those pretty two-toned lips remained part with only shattered breaths airing through. y/n couldn’t understand what caused her to deserve this kind of fucking, but she was glad she had the money to pay for it.

even after she came, toji continued pounding through her orgasm to chase his own. his grunts were loud, and his grips on her waist were more firm than before. another set of marks she would have to worry about in the morning. it didn’t take long before his bitters sprayed her insides white. to think toji would find himself taking a risk by cumming inside one of his clients was reckless of him. though, how could he say no to her? especially when she had pussy this good.

after all—y/n was his favorite customer.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. ♡

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miingyur · 1 year

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drunk and affectionate | bakugou k. x gn!reader

word count: 245

it’s unusual for bakugou to go out drinking, a rare sight for anyone to see. he’s not a drinker, he’s said it himself before, but you suppose sometimes a hero has their own limits, himself included.

once drunk, bakugou won’t let go. sometimes you have to force him to bed, and it doesn’t really help when he’s clingy. he won’t even let you get ready for bed either.

your boyfriend will cling onto you, following you everywhere you go almost similar to a mother duck and her duckling, bakugou is very affectionate as well—you have a video of him talking to your potted plant.

the next morning when he wakes up with a bang of a headache, you greet him with a soft smile.

“mornin’ baby, you seemed like you had a fun night. I have breakfast prepared already.”

“how much did I fuckin drink?” he grunts, kissing you on the temple. “never letting dunceface touch my drink again”

“dunno, but I like it when you’re drunk. it’s cute” you pout.

bakugou halts in his footsteps, eyeing you down like a predator against its prey. “what the fuck did you do?”

“oh nothing…come on, you’ll miss breakfast with how much grumpiness you have stored in your body.”

bonus: bakugou clicked on the notifications from his group chat, “babe, you’re so fucking dead!”

you sent a video of a drunk bakugou babbling about how much he loved you and his friends. it was worth the trouble.

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wonderthor · 7 months

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idk why these nasty thoughts come to me in the middle of homework induced stress but … being married to college professor gojo?

you’re beyond frustrated.

your husband had you sitting on his insanely hard cock for the past hour. you weren’t sure how he was able to manage but there he was, sitting up in his office chair grading papers while you were spread on his lap, huffing and puffing and squirming for relief.

he was so immersed that it seemed that nothing was bothering him, only concerned about making the grading deadline that was about to come to pass in less than 20 minutes. he didn’t even bother to take off his white dress shirt and his black dress pants, his sunglasses still over his sensitive eyes to block the glare from the computer screen.

he didn’t seem to care that your juices were ruining his pants and that you were trying to oh so softly grind against him and sink down on him even deeper. not until you ground a bit too hard.

“hang on a second baby, i’m almost done okay?”

he brushed his hand over your head and stilled your hips as he spoke. his voice was so soft and unbothered, you wondered if he even felt your cunt around him at all. it made you angrier and needier for whatever reason and you ground down on him again, a bit harder this time.

his focused eyes stayed on the screen as he whispered, “i wonder why my students even use the word consequently when they don’t even know how to use it right.”

“satoruuuuu”. you huffed and moaned out in annoyance, digging your nails in his pants.

he laughed, your frustration bringing him amusement. “i know baby i know, i’m almost done okay? i promise. this is the last one and then i’ll let you have it, can you just wait a little longer for me?”

you nodded and he hugged his arms around you, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“good girl”

you straightened up at that as he turned his attention back to his computer. he whispered more nonsense to himself as he read and typed, somehow soothing you and firing you up at the same time. you looked over at his bright eyes glowing in focus, getting lost in them before he slammed his laptop closed, making you jump a bit.

he leaned back in the chair and sighed, a smile on his face. he turned you around in his lap to face him, making you clench around him a bit.

“alright baby”

he slapped his hand against your ass, his wedding band causing a slight sting even through your panties.

“go ahead, take it”

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dejwrld · 8 months

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˚₊𓆩༺🎸༻𓆪₊˚ — summer of 22', choso kamo

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 — FIREWORKS AND FIRST KISSES

🩰 — choso & y/n attend a summer festival together as technically their first real date, but feelings and the summer heat kinda get the best of them.

ᩍ before reading please be advised of the following warnings — female reader, female anatomy describe, slice of life au, band member!choso, skater!choso, record shop worker!choso, extremely fast paced fic, tooth rotting fluff, kinda my own ossumption and characterization of modern choso, profanity, mentions of family drama, reader & choso making out, slight exhibitionism kinda, brief clit play, kinda, festival chapter yay, mentions of other characters: utahime, geto, maki, yuji, mimiko and nanako (whose aged down for plot purposes) | mdni, taglist, masterlist, other creations

chapter playlist | moment by vierre cloud, small infinity by houston kendrick, honeymoon fades by & sabrina carpenter

It’s been a week since Choso admitted to having a crush on you and your mind still was running rapid about him telling you this. You’ve completely ignored the fact that he was crushing on you when you two would text or talk on the phone late at night. You adore how patient he was with you, even though you were sure he craved to hear your thoughts on the crushing situation—he didn’t pester you about a decision on if you like him back or not.

He was so soft with you that it caused your stomach to fill with butterflies and your cheeks to radiate so much heat. Choso clouded your mind so heavily that even your little class of eight-year-old dancers could tell that you were thinking of someone. The innocent teasing of them claiming you have a boyfriend when they catch you staring off with a smile. Currently, Utahime is sticking a beautiful pink flower hairpin in your braids that was pulled back into a perfect bun.

“Your head has been in the clouds lately, are you okay?” Utahime questioned as she glanced in the mirror in front of your vanity. “I’ve noticed you dazing off when you practice.”

“It’s nothing.” Your words tumble out so quickly that Utahime knew that was a lie. She finally managed to neatly place the hairpin in your hair before she glanced in the mirror at your reflection.

“Is it that boy?” Utahime questioned. “It’s so strange because your mother always would say the same thing when she would space out. Just to find out she was daydreaming about your bonehead of a father,” Utahime chuckles before she motions for you to stand from the seat you were sitting in.

You stood up smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles from your attire before speaking, “He admitted to having a crush on me.” Your eyes glance down at the geta footwear that was on your feet before you glance at Utahime’s teasing smile.

“That’s so cute, but he’s a nice guy. I met him when he first got hired at Suguru’s shop.” Utahime pointed out. “How do you feel about that? The last time you were serious with someone, it was that one guy. What was his name?”

“Naoya. I wouldn’t count that as anything serious. We didn’t really get anywhere. He just was a bed warmer after long hours in dance class.” Your shoulders shrug. “I don’t know, maybe we’re moving too fast.” Your words sting your own tongue even saying.

You liked Choso, you liked him more than you expected actually. He brought a smile to your face without you realizing it. He made you feel so alive that on some occasions you forgot to breathe. He was a breath of fresh air in your suffocating world of dance and you loved that.

“Do you think you’re moving too fast or are you only saying that to consider self-sabotaging what you guys are growing into?” Utahime waltzs around you to ensure that your yukata is perfect.

Which it was. The floral print and pastel pink shades complement your complexion wonderfully. You felt like a princess that just got pampered and frankly, you couldn’t wait to see the way Choso’s eyes light up brightly when he saw you.

“Maybe, I am self-sabotaging. I’m only here for three months before I have to return to the States for university.” You grabbed your clutch to place important things in it. “What’s the point of putting my all into something that could be temporary to the both of us.”

“You don’t know that Y/N,” Utahime says. “You don’t know if he views this as a temporary thing. You’re just overthinking.” She playfully slaps your shoulder.

The sound of your phone ringing interrupted your next words and your cheeks heats immediately seeing his name flash on your phone. Your thumb drags alongside the screen to answer the call and hearing Choso’s voice sent a nourishing quiver down your spine.

“Hey, I’m outside. I was wondering if you wanted to walk to the festival together.” He then kisses his teeth. “I should have asked this earlier, but I was helping with the inventory at the shop, so I forgot.” He rambles on about his day of counting records for Suguru and your lips curve into a smile as you’re mouthing a farewell to Utahime and leaving the room.

“I’m coming down now, just give me a couple of seconds.”

You end the call and when you finally make it down, Choso is leaning against a wall waiting. The black kimono he wore hugged his figure nicely and displayed that whatever free time he had outside of being a responsible older brother, skateboarding, working in a record shop, and being in a band—he worked out. When his eyes landed on you, his smile grew bigger and his eyes glimmered while he closed the gap in between you.

“Wow.” was the only thing he could utter as his dark eyes glossed over you one more time. He extends his arm for you to grab upon and you do immediately. “The festival isn’t that far away, so I hope you don’t mind if we walk. I just thought it would be nice to do so.”

You smile at him while gripping his arm while walking, “I’m okay with that. I’m just glad to be spending time with you.” You look over at him and notice the tip of his ears immediately reddens at your words. “Does your ears always do that?”

“When a pretty girl has me blushing, yup!” Choso bluntly admits as he walks in the direction of the festival. The two of you can already hear the loud music from different instruments.

“That’s good to know. It means I’m doing a good job at winning you over.” You playfully nudge his side with a smile. “I’m glad you invited me to this, I would have been stuck being bored in Utahime’s place.”

“They have a pretty cool firework show at the end and I thought it would be cool to watch it with you.” Choso smiles and now it was your turn to feel your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks steam with heat.

You peek down at your shoes before speaking, “Then thank you again.” You quickly pressed a kiss on his cheek before continuing to walk.

This time not only did his pierced ears illuminate a shade of red, but his cheeks also. You had a charm on the man and you knew it. “Did you ever talk to your brother? You guys left off on a sour note,” You pointed out as you glanced over at him.

“He actually hasn't been home lately. Staying over at a friend's house because it’s closer to his internship,” Choso’s lips form a straight line as if he was trying to believe his own words. “But he’s supposed to be here tonight because he volunteered to work at one of the booths.”

“Well, I still think you guys should talk. It seems there's some tension between you two,” You point out. “But we don’t have to talk about it,” A comforting smile spreads across your face while you continue to walk. Your eyes look ahead seeing the decor for the festival bit by bit.

“I don’t want to dampen the mood, it’s just when our mom just up and left leaving us with his grandfather—it took a toll on him when he was younger. He told me he saw her again when he was out with his friends and she completely ignored him.” Choso comment. “So, I feel like he’s doing this just to try to get her attention. Which he’s never going to get.” Choso sighs.

A frown appears on your face hearing his words and you sigh, “I’m sure he’ll realize that she isn’t a good person.”

“But I just don’t want him to realize it when it’s too late,” Choso interjects and when you two finally make it to the entrance of the festival, the gloomy look that decorated his face disappears. “But on a lighter note, let’s have some fun.”

You didn’t want to pester him anymore about the situation. You gave him a smile and let him guard you through the crowd at the festival. As you two ventured through vendor booths and food booths, Choso noticed Noritoshi holding the hands of Mimiko and Nanako while talking to this dark-haired girl who wore a royal blue kimono.

“Choso!” Noritoshi yells while waving the hand he briefly detached from holding one of the twins.

You approached the group with a smile and Noritoshi couldn’t help but return it.

“Suguru, went to go find Satoru in this crowd of people and I’m stuck with the two lovely twins.” He motions to the twins who were gripping his attire completely shy since it was a certain stranger by you.

“Mimiko and Nanako, how’s dance class?” Choso bends over to their height to open his arms and let them run into them. He picked both of them up with ease. “You know, my friend here always is a dancer.”

“Really?” Nanako glances over at you and you wave at her but her shyness overcomes her again and she hides her face in the crook of Choso’s neck.

“So, Choso. This is Maki, she's the newest employee at the shop and guess what? She’s a bassist player,” Noritoshi smiles at him.

Maki adjusted her glasses on her face before waving, “Suguru told me you guys needed a bassist player,” Her voice trails off before speaking. “So, here we are. Do I need to like audition?”

Choso and Noritoshi share a look and you were expecting for them to say yes because that’s what bands do. They held auditions for members to join, but they shook their heads and let out a similar laugh. “No, if Suguru hired you, you got to be one hell of a player,” Choso answers.

He places the twins back down, ruffling up their hair before looking at Noritoshi and Maki. “I’m going show Y/N around, text my phone.” He stops abruptly to give Noritoshi a warning look. A look that told Noritoshi to not call his phone at all while he showed you around.

“Jeez, I get the memo. Remember you’re opening tomorrow, so don’t stay out too late.” Noritoshi’s eyebrows weary together. “Now, who wants taiyaki?” He asked the twins who cheered excitedly and grasped Maki’s hand to follow Noritoshi into the crowd of festival attendees.

Now you and Choso were alone again to enjoy the festival, engaging in childish games at booths, and now enjoying food before the firework show to conclude the evening. You ate your food and soon you felt someone staring at you when you glanced up from your food, you met Choso’s alluring gaze as he tapped his silver ring-covered fingers on the table you sat. You swallowed the last bit of food that was in your mouth before speaking, “Is there something on my face?” You question while hands embarrassingly brushing anything off your face.

“You don’t have anything on your face, Y/N.” His lips swell into a smile before adding. “You’re just so beautiful.” He sighs happily and leans forward to pick up one of the dumplings from your food and pop one in his mouth.

Your body grows hot and a tingling chill travels down your spine before clearing your throat and sipping at your throat. “Thank you. But I must remind you, if we want to have a nice spot for the fireworks show, we should hurry.” You glance at the time on your phone.

Choso continued to eat as if your words went into one ear and exited out the other. He takes a bite out of his food and shrugs his shoulders, “I know a spot that has the best view of the fireworks. Don’t worry,” He flashes a comforting smile that causes you to ease in your seat—correction, make your whole body fill like a bowl of putty Geto’s twins possibly play with.

“Special spot? I’m flattered, have you brought every one of your dates to this special fireworks viewing spot?” You ask.

“No, I usually don’t go to these types of things. But I thought it would be romantic to take you,” He grins and you can’t help but return the smile.

Choso finishes his food and tosses it in the trash closest to you before speaking again, “Do you have doubts that I’m actually interested in you?” His dark eyes that you tend to be afraid to gaze at look at you.

“It’s not that.” You split your last dumpling in half—picking it up with your chopsticks and guiding it towards Choso’s mouth. He eagerly eats the half you offered and waits for your response. “It’s just I refuse to believe that you’re single or it’s not other girls in life or interested in you.” You eat the last bit of your food.

Choso picked up your trash to throw away before finding his seat yet again. His fingers comb through his jet-black strands of hair, “Obviously, there are girls that are interested in me. That private message me on social media, and believe it or not—even a groupie or two. But they don’t pique my interest as much as you.” He explains.

He watches you chew at the straw of your drink before grabbing your free hand. Despite the summer heat that had you sweating in your attire, the coolness of his rings cooled you down. The pad of his thumb rubs against your hand, “I know, we only have such little time together before you’re back in New York. But, I feel good about this. About us. As hopelessly romantic and cliche as this sounds.” He sighs and removes his hand from yours.

You felt empty when he drew his hand away to stand up.

“Are you ready to see some fireworks?” He extends his hand for you to take and you grab onto it because you wanted his touch more than ever.

You let him guide you through the crowd of people who were making their way closer to the sight of the fireworks. But, when Choso made a turn in an area that you were sure wasn’t meant for festival goers—you gripped his hand tighter, and like the gentleman he was, he returned the squeeze just to comfort you that you were going to be okay. He opened the gate and let you walk through first and the two of you followed a trail that led to a hill that overlooked the festival. Many people that were wandering around looked like ants compared to where you and Choso were. Completely starstruck from the view, you didn’t notice that Choso put down a blanket for you to sit on. You kick your shoes off and sit down on the blanket next to him just in time for the first firework to decorate the night sky that had a sprinkle of stars twinkling down on you.

Your eyes glance at the colorful works of art in the sky, but you didn’t even notice the stare Choso was giving you at the moment. As his body was sprawled out on the blanket and his head resting in his hand, he stares at you as if you’re the best piece of art in the world’s exclusive museum. As if you were the muse of every song he’s written with Noritoshi. While you were astonished by the fireworks in the sky, he was astonished by you and your beauty that causes the blood to rush to his olive shaded cheeks.

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You turn to look at him, your body moving a bit to be closer unintentionally.

“Maybe I should do that,” He fishes for his phone and put the camera on you. “Smile.”

You smile for the camera and when he was done, he show you the picture. You wanted to admit that this the happiest you’ve been when you were away from home. From traveling to Russia to Europe, your ballet trips around the world were eventful—but lonely. You’ve spent the time with your peers, stunned everyone with your skills, but still felt alone. But this summer, you felt as warm as the weather that kissed your skin when you left Utahime’s apartment. He made you feel this way.

“Can I ask you something?” Choso breaks the calming silence between you two. His eyes glancing at the fireworks but then back at your face to meet your curious look.

“Sure, ask away.” You respond.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

Your heart pulses in your chest and you are forced to swallow the lump that suddenly formed in your throat. Timidly, your head nods because you are lost with words—but if those words were to untie and come undone, they would be eagerly saying yes. Yes, that Choso could place his soft pink shaded lips on yours as if it was the end of the world.

When he leaned up to meet you halfway, his lips crashed on yours so intensely that your mind immediately froze. Choso kissed you as if you’ve never been kissed before. Stealing the thought of every guy that you’ve lip-locked with and tossing it in the trash because they no longer mattered. The kiss was hot—moist and breathy, the two of you weren’t per se trying to win a battle of who’ll kiss harder, but more so still learning what kissing technique can cause the other to gasp in a hot moan or cause goosebumps to garnish each other’s skin. Less likely a battle, but a union—a mere collaboration to want to be close with each other. Surely, Choso knew this. He’s urging you on your back under the blanket that was on the ground, while his large frame climbs on top of you—not breaking the kiss at all.

You wanted to curse yourself for deciding to go all out at this festival. Utahime made it known to you that you didn’t have to wear the attire because people also go to the festivals in regular clothing, but you want to respect the culture and be in the spirit of the date insisted. Now it was in between the steamy moment of Choso’s guitar playing hands from free roaming your frame. His lips travel across your jawline, kisses, sucks, and nibbles. The sound of the fireworks blocks out your moans, but just at the sight of Choso’s pierced ears growing red—you knew he could hear them. He knew he was making you feel better even if he couldn’t indulge in the wetness in between of your thighs.

His lips travel back to yours to deepen a kiss that made your heartbeat. Your eyes shift close in the bliss of the moment before your fingers comb through his hair. You tugged his long strands just a bit to gain a moan before he finally gave you what you wanted. His touch.

The fireworks expand brightly in the night sky above you two, practically being the only source of light you and Choso had. His fingers dance behind you to undo the knot that holding your kimono together and close. But he didn’t fully push it open, just a bit to help him be comfortable in between your thighs that he used his own knee to push them apart.

His hand disappeared in between your bodies and you anticipated him to slide those guitar-strumming fingers in your panties, but teasingly—his index and middle fingers pushed upon your folds. Even you can feel how wet you were due to such a small task causing your panties to stick your lips provocatively. Your eyes finally open and you’re met with Choso staring down at you. His cheeks were stained with a crismon colored blush and kissed swollen lips were curving into a smirk.

“All we did was kiss, Y/N.” He reminds while fingers trace alongside the waist line of the seamless nude panties you wore.

You cover your face in embarrassment just in time to feel your face warm up. “Oh shut up.” You slap his shoulder playfully.

“Do I have that much of a charm on your, hm?” He rubs his fingers in a circular motion, not even bothering to pull your panties to the side. But to let you wither under him as he teases you.

“Maybe you do,” Your words were like a broken record. You can hardly get your words out with him toying with you like this.

“That’s good to know,” He clicks his tongue and he pulls your panties to the side. His lips kissed you so sensually until you were moaning mess beneath him with each motion of his fingers.

You’ve heard many rumors and jokes about how band members are splendid with their fingers and gosh, was he proving those rumors to be as true as ever. He haven’t even inserted any in you yet, but just the way he strummed your clit as if it was his guitar caused you to moan out his name.

Choso. Choso. Choso.

In a faint whisper in tune with the fireworks, he says in your ear, “That’s right, say my name.”

Through the cracks and booms of the fireworks, for the remainder of the night—the only name you knew was his and the fact that he was very talented with his fingers.

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Male reader month | April edition

This one is late so I apologize but life happens, hopefully I can get into a rhythm of getting these done before the end of the month.

I added 3 experimental fics this time around. Two of them are character x GN reader and the other is a Fem character x Male reader. I’m hoping you all will enjoy these and please tell me if you don’t! I won’t add any in the future if that is that case

Ps: if anyone wants to help with these hmu im so slow 😰

Sfw male reader

Kittens; scoups | @seventeenficsformalereader

Scoups(?) x male reader

None listed

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A Tease | @moonbyulsstuff

Kaidou x male reader

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Tea at 9pm | @anystalker707

Vinsmoke Sanji x GN!Reader

babygirl sanji / wholesome relationship / reader is a writer who keeps a journal with the crew's adventures / extremely fluffy ending

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Izuku midoryia x male reader | @odue-sp

Izuku x male reader

m/n has a problem with personal space and people touching him. m/n's quirk is tendrils, he is able to form them anywhere on his body they're usually invisible (warped areas). They're supposed to be visible but he's able to make them disappear.