I Think We All Should Take A Break From Life And Just Lie Together On A Grass Field And Eat Berries.

Inumaki Toge Drabble

In which the first years find out you're engaged, and to whom.

" You're already engaged?!" 

Nobara Kugisaki's mouth is wide open as she grabs your hand, studying the ring that fits you taste.

You smile at her reaction as you nod, allowing her to look at it. 

Today, you, along with the other second years, are training the first years, as Gojo was sent off to a mission. 

Currently, everyone was seated on the lush ground.

Nobara can't see it, but from opposite you, Toge grins, his blush and expression hidden behind his high collar.

" Why? You're so young! He must be amazing if he managed to pull you!" 

You blush at her words.

" Thanks. It started out as an arranged marriage actually."

" What?- Wait so you don't love him? Do we need to help you get rid of him and escape?"

Nobara is serious, and you can't help but snort.

" Ah, don't worry-"

Your gaze shies away, the hand she's holding pulling away as you pluck at the grass below you. You blush as you continue to speak.

" We might've started out arranged, but we've fallen for each other along the line."

Nobara blinks, taken by surprise.

" How long have you known each other?"

" Since halfway through middle school. We were introduced with the announcement of our marriage."

" I see. When are you getting married?- Oh, I'm invited too, right? Do you need a maid of honor?"

You smile at her enthusiasm.

" We're set to marry once we graduate. And of course you're invited. Maki's already my maid of honor though."

From beside you, Maki smiles.

Meanwhile Nobara's eyes widen in realization.

" Once you both graduate? Your family is a Jujutsu clan right?!-"

" Are you going to marry Panda?"

Everyone turns to Yuuji with an obvious questioning expression in their eyes.

From beside him, Megumi smacks him upside the head.

" No, idiot. She's engaged to Inumaki." 

Yuuji whines as he holds his head.

" That was my second guess."

Nobara blinks between the two of you. Opposite you, Inumaki gets up, moving over to plop down closely besides you. You smile as he does so, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek in greeting.

This time, everyone notices the blush on his cheeks.

" No way! You?!"

You're not sure if that's a negative or positive reaction.

" Salmon."

" Is there something wrong?"

Nobara hurriedly shakes her head.

" No, I just didn't know. I'm surprised. I've rarely seen you two sit beside one another in class, or spar together, or do anything together except for eating lunch side by side, so- and how do you even communicate?"

You grin at her. From behind his pulled up collar, Inumaki does the same.

" We've been dating since before Jujutsu Tech. We know each other well and respect each other's space. Besides, our class is small, and we already hang out a lot outside of class as well. Besides, once you're together for long enough, you kind of just know how to communicate without communicating, you get me?"

Nobara's looking at you with wide eyes, obviously intrigued by this newfound information. 

" So you're basically already married?"

You and Toge exchange looks, the both of you shrugging.

He picks up your hand which was resting on the ground, holding it in his lap as he messes with the engagement ring he willingly got you. Just like every clan marriage, it was mostly meant for on the papers. To continue the bloodline eventually. He had never been given a ring to give you, and you never asked for one.

Nonetheless, he's happy he did, proud to show you off and already be able to call you his.

" Almost."

[A/N: Lowkey crave a full blown story for Inumaki in an arranged marriage au tbh.]

I JUST REALISED I CAN DRAW AND I CAN DRAW MY SELFSHIPS OHHHH THIS IS GNA BE SO GOOD

My birthday coming up so this is a reminder for me

WHEN IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY

Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Yuki, Choso, Ino, Kento, Shoko, Sukuna, Utahime, Uraume, & Mahito Summary: It's your birthday and your lover got you gifts! CW: fluffy fluffffff A/N: request complete! I hope you enjoy and thank you for waiting :3

Kinktober 2024 day 8

Denji x reader | swallowing

Prompt: You lose a bet with your best friend Denji, having to give him a blow job.

Warnings: come swallowing, thigh riding, blow job, making out, NSFW

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You and your best friend Denji were hanging around in your shared room, Aki and Power out of the house for whatever reason. You and him were always close, even since his days where life wasn’t the best. He was on his bed looking out the window, sun already setting.

“I’m bored” he sighs, looking over at you. “Okay?” you say, not really caring attention, your attention set to the book you were reading. You really did love him, but you knew how dumb he was with his ideas. Especially those ‘I’m bored’ ones.

“Hmmmmm let’s do something Y/n” he said, crawling in your bed, laying on his back while you laid on your stomach, elbows prepped up with the book in hand. The book wasn’t that interesting, drawing your attention to Denji again, his stupid ideas were kind of fun sometimes you couldn’t lie.

“What you got in mind?” you ask smiling, not knowing what you were getting into. “Hm. Let’s make a bet” he said looking up at the ceiling and then continuing “And who ever loses has to do whatever the winner says”

“What kind of bet?” you ask, with a raised eyebrow. “hm” he thinks, getting an idea. “Let’s make out and who ever pulls away first loses.” he says, smiling with his teeth showing.

“No?” you scoff at him, shutting down his idea. “Awh is my Y/n scared of losing?” he mocked, he really was bored. “No way I’d lose to you” you say, sitting up. “Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, head resting tin his palm while he laid sideways.

“Yeah.” you said surely “Come here” you demanded. He sat on the edge, legs dangling off the bed. “Wait I need to get comfortable for this” you say, getting on top of him, strangling his thighs. “Ready?” he asks “Mhm” you reply as he slowly was connecting your lips together, seeing he was shy you grabbed his shoulders, lips connecting, tongues pushing each other.

He gasped at the sudden move, closing his eyes. His hands awkwardly sat beside him so he slowly put them on your waist, further deepening the kiss. You both were running out of air, gripping each other a little more tightly, both determined to win.

He had a plan up his sleeve.

He started tickling you in order for you to be the first one to pull away. And you did. “Hey!!!!” “that’s so not fair Denji” you say getting annoyed. “This was a scam” you roll your eyes at him, getting ready to get off him until you felt his hands once again on you, forcing you to stay still.

“Hey we had a deal” he says, looking at you. “Pfft, a fair deal where you wouldn’t cheat” you say, crossing your arms. “Pleaseeee” he pleaded with those puppy eyes that you could never say no to.

“Okay, what do you want?” you ask, getting a little scared by what the answer could be. “I want a blow job” he proudly says. “A blow job?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah where you suck me off-“ he starts explaining, “Denji i know what a bj is” you say, feeling a hard boner beneath you.

You weren’t gonna lie to yourself, Denji always lucked good. Like extremely hot. You had so many fantasies about him, but never really tried anything with him.

He was a big perv and probably would say yes to anything you were to propose but you also felt shy about him like that. You always saw him as a best friend and was scared to ruin that title.

The moon was glowing on his face, lighting up his blonde hair. The sight made you aroused. You slowly got off his lap, on your knees on the ground, looking up at him.

He didn’t really think this through, thinking that no way you would ever say yes to something like that. He was looking down at you, hands resting behind his back.

You slid off his shorts, boner in his boxers even more visible than before. Denji was as red as a tomato, embarrassed. “You okay Ji?” you ask, using the nickname he loved but you rarely ever used it to tease him. “Y-yeah” he said, covering his face with the back of his hand.

You took off his boxers, revealing his dick. He spread his legs further, making things easier for you. You jerked him off at first, spreading the pre-cum, that was already spilling, up his cock.

You locked in eyes with him as your warm mouth finally reached his tip, swirling it with your tongue before shoving the whole thing down. He wasn’t thick, but more lengthy, hitting the back of your throat deeper every bop.

His slender fingers reached your hair, intervening with the strands. Head falling back. “Y/n this feels even better than all the times i imagined this” he blurbs out. Hearing those words made your pussy clench around nothing. Was he really thinking of you like that?You always thought he had a crush on Power.

“Nooo, don’t stop” he whined, voice raspy. You continued bopping your head, jerking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His moans were getting louder at this point, breathing harder.

Good thing that you were both home alone. His dick started to twitch in your mouth, getting closer to his orgasm. “I-i want you to swallow everything” he said trying not to mix his words up.

Denji was making you wet at this point, moaning at the thought of him. The vibrations sent him over the edge, strings of cum going down your throat.

“Come here” he says, kind of whispering. You get on top of him, strangling his thighs with yours. He got close to your ear, getting a boost of confidence. “Ride my thigh” he whispered in your ear, hugging your waist. He knew his cock couldn’t take another round.

You waisted no time, pushing your hips back and forth on his thigh, trying to get as much friction as you could. Denji cut off your moans with a kiss, his sharp teeth slightly bitting your lips.

You had your hands on his neck, humping his thigh. You were also wearing one of his shirts that was a little big on you, and nothing but a black lace thong underneath.

His hands went from your waist to feel your tits, they felt even better then he ever thought your tits would feel.

One hand went to your waist again while the other went down into your thong, rubbing circles on your clit while you were still humping him.

“J-ji” you say not containing your moans in, head falling on his shoulder. His cold fingers felt so good your legs started shaking, toes curling.

You reached your climax, your bodily fluids getting on his thigh and on your bed. You look up at his face that was light up by the moon, giggling at him. “You’re so cute Ji” you peck him on the lips once again, hugging him.

“Sleep with me today” you say to him, resting your head on his chest. “What ever you say Y/n” he smiled at you.

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Power came in to y’all’s room wanting to ask what you guys wanted for breakfast, but she was met with the sight of Denji spooning you, both sleeping peacefully.

She tipped toed to Aki “I told you!!!” she said happily to him.

MY TWO FAVORITE BOYSS <333

INO + TOGE 🗣️🗣️

✎ beach day

- gojo satoru x reader

in which the three of you (you, your husband and baby) spend the weekend on the beach!

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—crack, absolute fluff and smut—domestic and dad!gojo being whipped for you and how you... might want a piece of him :D

note: to rosette nonnie, thank you for the idea😋 let us have some fluff (and smut) for the weekend <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Shh! Look at him!"

You know your husband is a dreamboat.

As much as a pain in the ass he is, Gojo Satoru is blessed with looks too good for his karma, and he really looks like he belongs to clubs and bars rather than a family man.

"My... such a fine body..."

And he knows it too... that's why he was showing his assets among the beachgoers—sporting his sunglasses, sucking a popsicle, and having his abs on display for all to see through his cardigan.

"Heh." Attention is something he craved and that might be a sin. Still, he was never a paramount of innocence anyway~

Actually, he was waiting for you to put your baby in his swimsuit near the ice cream parlor, and he planned to show both of you off to everyone too later.

Or at least that was what he thought.... until he saw you in flesh—

You, his one true bride, looked so damn tantalizing, wearing that skimpy swimsuit slash bikini while holding your adorable son in your arms, traversing through the crowd—who were gawking at you too.

Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Not his popsicle that fell from his grasp. Not those stares. Not those silent compliments or the starry-eyed girls. Just you in that fit, and the way your body just—

It made him think of unholy thoughts, like how you would writhe under him, for example.

"Do you like the sun?" you cooed at your smiling baby as he wiggled in your arms. "Ooh, so you love it!"

Satoru had always thought you were pretty, but now he realized he was wrong—you were drop-dead gorgeous, and you were his wife.

And now, everyone gets to see you like this. All those peasants.

When you approached him, his previous plan was forgotten and he acted without thinking. He yanked his cardigan, plucked his son from your hold and tossed the piece of clothing at you with an apprehensive expression. "Wear this!"

You gaped at him in surprise, barely catching the cardigan. "What? Why?"

"You're showing too much skin!" he exclaimed, his eyes beyond the tinted glasses hardening with conviction. "No way. That's not—" he struggled to find an excuse before settling on, "proper!"

"Proper?" Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at his claim before snorting. "Ha. Satoru, you—of all people—don't have the right to preach about impropriety!"

"Just... wear it!"

"No! I've been looking forward to wear this!"

Satoru pursed his lips into a very dissatisfied pout, and finally you could see the blush tinting his cheeks as he shifted his gaze away from you.

"You're hot as heck and I'm not letting them see your body, alright!? That's for me and my eyes only!"

You blinked once, then twice, and then thrice. It boggled you at how indignant your husband was about this matter.

Still, despite yourself, your heart skipped a beat, and somehow it thumped faster when you accidentally checked him out—now fully naked aside from his trunks. His sturdy body, meaty arms, and of course the happy trails—

It is a sight that usually graces your nightly wonders...

"Sigh..." you feigned a sigh, pushing the thought aside and hoping he wouldn't see how you had started to flush, putting on his oversized cardigan. "There, happy now?"

Your husband turned to you, assessing you from head to toe before awkwardly letting out a hum. "Hmph, better."

For a good ten seconds, neither of you said anything. Your cute baby looked between his parents with a visible question mark, and as if protesting, he pounded on Satoru's chest for an answer.

"Oof, what is it, little guy?" he glanced at the baby in surprise, finding his little blue eyes blinking at him. "Want to go into the water?"

"Mwa!"

"Right..." he cleared his throat and then looked at you again, his eyes darting everywhere too. "I'll play with him... so you, uh—"

"I'll wait under the parasol," you interjected, avoiding his gaze, before stalking away to the place.

You are married, for god's sake! You brushed the heat in your face for lusting after your husband...

But hey, is it so bad that you do? Gojo Satoru was your husband for many reasons like this one, right?

"C'mon, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Your baby whimpered even after Satoru placed him in a floaty. It was his first time in water that wasn't his bathtub, and he clung to the donut for dear life.

"You won't drown," Satoru reassured with a hint of laughter, wading in the shallow waters to steady him. "If you do, your mama will drown me in vengeance, so no need to be afraid, okay?"

Meanwhile, you were a few feet away witnessing the interaction between the two loves of your life, and found yourself naturally smiling as you watched how Satoru eased your son into the water.

Soon, they were giggling together when he splashed water to your floating baby. He looked carefree, as did your little one, and they looked so alike, eyes sparkling with the same joy, just like the vast summer skies above.

"Yay! Yippie! Not that scary anymore, is it?" Satoru asked with a grin, full of adoration fixed solely on his baby son, making you fall in love with him all over again.

And once again, you couldn't help but appreciate just how attractive he truly was.

"Look at him, look at him!" and it seemed you weren't the only one as you heard whispers near you, realizing they were talking about your husband. "He is hot!"

You eyed them with clear daggers, but the gaggle of girls didn't seem to notice and continued gushing. He might be a dashing husband and sometimes a weirdo to you... but to giggling girls in the distance, your husband looked like a very eligible bachelor or worse, a dilf.

A part of you felt petty all of a sudden, unwilling to let this go.

So, when Satoru brought your son from the waters and was about to take a rest under the parasol with you, you rose, seizing the opportunity to make a point.

"Sweets, hey!" he grinned, so proud and gleaming with joy as he pointed at your baby. "He isn't afraid of—"

But you caught him off guard. Blocking his way, you placed a hand on his wet chest, stood on your tiptoes, and then reached up—

"Mwah!" You captured his lips with a deliberate smooching sound.

At that moment, you completely forgot you were in a public space... especially when Satoru's other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he eagerly met your lips again in a passionate kiss the moment you pulled away.

How the two of you were seen by the other beachgoers, you didn't really care in the heat of the moment, too consumed by lust.

But of course, to them, you two painted the very portrait of a sinful husband and wife, as Satoru's other arm still propped the baby while the other held you in place, showcasing the undeniable intimacy.

And if only they knew what he whispered in your ear afterwards...

"You. Me. Later."

"Ahh..."

Pinned against the wall in the pristine bathroom of the resort where Satoru had booked for this beach trip, you could only keep gasping helplessly as he kept thrusting his hardened cock into you.

"You l-little minx— been trying to seduce me," he babbled, a confident smirk on his face as he pounded into you ruthlessly, hitting all correct spots.

Your lewd moans echoed off the bathroom walls as you held onto his shoulder, bodies pressed together in fervor. Standing before the mirror, you caught sight of your own expressions and Satoru's broad back, lined with scratches from your nails.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Your legs locked tightly around his waist, the heat in your lower belly building with each thrust. His fingers deftly undid the tie of your bikini strap, letting it fall to the floor. Without hesitation, he buried his face in the valley of your breasts next, causing you to arch your back.

"Mm, so warm here," he murmured, before sucking hard to leave a mark, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from you.

"You... can't hold... yourself back, huh?" you panted with a smile, squirming in his hold and digging your nails into his back. "How are you... this hard even without... foreplay?"

"Who needs foreplay w-when I have a wife this pretty?" he retorted, and you let out a breathless groan when this time, he sank himself into you deeper than before, feeling your walls clamping down on his heavy cock.

The way the coil in your belly almost burst but didn't at the same time made your vision swim. "Go f-faster... then!"

"Naughty..." his eyes glinted with obvious mischief as he looked up at you, before his voice became lower, your hot breaths setting his groin ablaze. "As you wish, wifey."

In the next one minute, you were almost screaming his name as his length dragged along your cervix mercilessly, your husband doing what he does best— rutting into you.

And then you shuddered, your fingers curled into the skin of his back as his hot seeds flowing inside your womb in a rush, before you went limp against him.

"Ow, that hurts," he muttered, half-amused by how you scratched him a little too deeply this time, but immediately concerned when he saw how drained you were. "You okay, sweets?"

"Mm-hm..." You were incoherent, pressing your eyes shut and leaning against his shoulder, feeling the excessive warmth and fullness in your lower belly after receiving his cum.

The sight of you so blissed out like this elicited a fond smile in his face. “Look at you, our baby will be worried if he sees his mama so tired like this. Papa must do something…”

You cracked an eye open, unamused. “You’re trying to pull the papa card now?”

“Well, what can I say? I’m a great papa after all, and an even greater daddy— you know it.”

Satoru kept his smile as he slowly pulled out of you and held you in a princess carry, letting you lean into him.

“Now get your rest, yeah? Will meet you later in this pretty bathroom tonight for round two so baby can get his sleep and mama is kept satisfied~”

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abuse of power 🗣️‼️🍙

DON’T HAVE TO GUESS

{yuta okkotsu x f!reader}

summary: yuta is the greatest boyfriend to ever grace this earth. one problem though? he refuses to touch you out of fear of making you uncomfortable or disrespecting you (no matter how bad he wants it). your pent up sexual frustration is at an all time high and you’re sick of him rejecting your advances, so you devise a plan to get him to crack.

content: MDNI. FILTHY SMUT, smut with plot, established relationship, afab!reader, pet names, references to alcohol and drinking, college party, cursing, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), dirty talk, FERAL YUTA, oral, creampie, yuta is down bad for you.

word count: 5.8k

author’s note: theming inspired by charli xcx ft. miss billie eilish’s song “guess” !! MWAH.

if you would like to know the origin story of this au, you can read it here! but it can also be read without it :)

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yuta felt like an absolute freak.

ever since you both officially became a couple, he’s been the absolute happiest man alive and never ever goes a day without showering you with affection, kisses, and telling you how much he loves and adores you.

but behind that? yuta has a little secret.

and he is gnawing at the iron bars of his enclosure in absolute torture every time you do something, anything, that can get his little horn dog mind to imagine you in thirty five different positions on his bed crying out for him.

it doesn’t even have to be something you do that remotely resembles anything sexual, so on a day where you were sitting pretty beside him in the passenger seat of his car, the blood rushing to his dick at the sight of the seatbelt strap pushing in between your puffy boobs—

he knew it was bad.

yuta’s shamefully always thought about these things— even when you were both just on best friend status. but it’s harder now, much harder for him to behave because he doesn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. he respects you so much and always treats you like pretty porcelain glass, delicately running his hands over your body and soft face when you share a kiss or an embrace.

so now whenever he feels his heart pounding against his chest, face boiling red, and the all too familiar feeling of the lower region of his pants maybe getting a little too tight because of you, he immediately removes himself from the situation to prevent from spazzing out.

the bad thing was— this happened practically every single day and nearly every other hour, to the point where it was blatantly obvious and you were completely and utterly confused as to why.

every time you stand up on your tippy toes to give him a sugary kiss, arms wrapped around his neck and yuta’s arms around your waist, the makeout doesn’t last for more than thirty seconds before he’s pulling apart from your lips with a smack!, walking away with his head down, hands tight at his sides, and with a lame excuse for his abrupt leave.

every time you accidentally drop something and bend over to retrieve it with yuta standing directly behind you— when you come back up and turn your head to face him, he’s already staring back at you with wide eyes, lips pressed into a thin line and cheeks flushed pink. you’d ask then if he was okay, to which he would respond by a quick nod of the head and a dash out of the room to leave for a moment… again.

he did it so much to the point where he eventually avoided touching you all together, and you absolutely hated it. yuta’s always been affectionate with you, he’s never not touched you, and on a day where you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him on his bed, eager to show him a little loving and a smooch— you had just about had it when he placed his hands on your hips as you were trailing your mouth down his neck, physically pulling you off his lap and leaving the room— muttering about god knows what.

until you noticed.

you and yuta were seated on your living room couch watching a movie, the both of you dozing off gingerly as his head was resting against your shoulder, undoubtedly exhausted after a days worth of college classes and homework.

you went to place a sleepy hand on his upper thigh, about to tell him that you both should move upstairs to your room and sleep, but when your fingers accidentally grazed his crotch area, yuta shot up like a light and startled you awake— eyes blown wide and frantic.

“whatareyoudoing—”

“yu! my god—” you placed a hand over your heart, chest heaving. “i was just gonna tell you that we should go up to my room and sleep.”

yuta’s shoulders visibly dropped, and he closed his eyes momentarily before licking his lips, exhaling deeply.

“h-oh my god—“ he opened his eyes again after regulating his breathing and looked at you with worried eyes. “fuck i’m sorry baby… did i scare you?”

you gave him a little nod and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders then, kissing your cheek and the side of your head apologetically. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i did that.”

but you did, and it was like a switch had gone off in your head, everything finally making sense.

every moment he would suddenly leave, or remove you from him when you tried anything, or every expression and reaction he made when you would wear something tight or short, all fell into place like a delicious puzzle piece.

so when he lead you to bed and cuddled you up innocently to sleep that night, you came up with a plan to test this theory.

you wanted yuta to crack.

unfortunately, your first attempt was a fail.

yuta had plans to take you out on a little summer picnic date by the beach, and when he arrived at your house and you texted him to come in and make himself at home in your room, you were absolutely giddy, fixing your dress and applying the finishing touches to your makeup in the bathroom.

you had slipped on a long, skin tight black spandex dress for the day— one that hugged every inch and crevice of your body like a vice, a mischievous look in your eyes as you ran your fingers through your styled hair before leaving, practically skipping down the hall back to your room.

the minute you came in, yuta’s eyes flew open.

“hi baby!” you greeted sweetly, walking over to where he sat at the edge of your bed and leaned down, planting a soft kiss to his blushing cheek.

score.

“h-hi.”

“do you like it?” you asked eagerly, doing a little twirl for him and mentally making sure to pop your ass out a little more in his direction. “i bought it just yesterday!”

“i.. i do, baby.” he squeaked, voice hoarse and mind in a full blown fucking panic when you took his hands in yours and ushered him to stand.

but he remained stiff as a board, arms glued to his sides and hands in tight fists as he looked at you, face strained.

you playfully rolled your eyes and took his hands, guiding them towards you. “you can touch me, silly. here— feel the spandex-”

and you purposely dropped his hands to land right on your ass with a smack.

yuta immediately inhaled sharply through his nose and choked, his face dropping straight into the crook of your neck to hide his delirious expression. yuta was biting the inside of his cheek so unbelievably hard that he tasted metal, his eyes squeezing shut as nasty thoughts flashed through his mind like a forest fire.

holy shit holy shit holy shit—

“f..feels nice,” he muttered into your neck, and you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your lips up to his ear.

“does it?”

you felt yuta giving in and slowly squeeze the plump of your ass, and he felt like an absolute fucking monster at the way he was feeling you up when in his eyes, you were just innocently showing him your pretty little long dress.

but just when you thought you had won, your smile wide with delight, he tore away from you and excused himself from the room with a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded and defeated.

on your second attempt, you refused to accept defeat and planned more diligently than before, his tiny mess up from last time motivating and proving to you that your plan could bear fruit.

this day was particularly scorching, one of the hottest days of the year as you and yuta decided to get ice cream after one of his lectures from a shop down the street, an attempt at cooling off and escaping the heat.

you were sitting on a cute bench under shade just outside the shop as you waited for your boyfriend to come back, nervous and wearing a low cut baby doll top that showed a little more boob than you originally intended, but due to the circumstance at hand… the more the merrier!

after a few minutes, the door to the shop chimed open and yuta stepped out— two vanilla ice cream cones with rainbow sprinkles delectably adorning the pair of soft serves in his hands. he carefully handed one to you and grinned.

“here baby.”

you took a cone from his offering hand gratefully and licked a little off it as he sat down.

“thank you!” you responded sweetly, and it made his heart skip a beat as you both sat there, enjoying the summer heat and each others gentle company.

without yuta noticing though, you had stopped licking your ice cream as he chatted to you about the things he had to do for the coming week, attentively listening to him as you patiently waited— the vanilla soft serve glistening under the heat and slowly melting, droplets oozing off the sides until one landed right on your tit.

score.

“oh!” you gasped, looking down and pouting, “i spilled someee.”

yuta quickly reached to the side and pulled out a napkin he had brought from the shop, extending it out towards you but faltering when you shook your head frantically.

“no! it’ll go to waste! and i can’t reach down and lick it off myself…” you huffed and looked at him with the cutest face he had ever seen you make… you smirking deviously on the inside. “can you lick it off for me, yu? please.”

you had said it so nonchalant, so casual like it was the easiest most normal thing in the world to do, but it had yuta’s body and mind freezing over as you scooted closer to him, waiting.

“h— huh?” he stammered, unable to take his eyes away from your tits, the sight of ice cream drooling down over them an image he wanted to tattoo behind his eyelids to look at forever— his cheeks bright pink.

“hurry! it’s gonna stain my top,” you whined, putting a hand on his shoulder as yuta let you tug him down, him ogling and literally gawking over your chest.

without another thought, yuta stuck his slick tongue out and slowly ran it over the top of your puffy tit just like you had asked him to, the angel on his shoulder screaming at him to stop as his tongue continued to trail up your chest and around your neck, your breath hitching in surprise.

the sound of your reaction broke him out of his trance and he flinched away from you, chest heaving and pupils blown out with the biggest pit of shame in his stomach, feeling like a fucking pervert.

but you, your shoulders evidently deflated in disappointment as you pressed your thighs together, trying to mend the buzzing ache between your legs as your mind thought over and over about what he did, something you didn’t expect at all, and something you wanted him to do again.

“let’s… let’s go for a walk, yeah?” yuta spoke quickly and gently to you, taking your hand that was on his shoulder and pulling you up off the bench, him confused as to why you had a frown on your face.

but for the third and final attempt, you were utterly and hopelessly desperate. every time you guys hung out, yuta was still the absolute sweetest and did everything he could to make you happy, yet he still just wouldn’t touch you, and it was driving you fucking crazy.

you were getting reckless at this point, your pent up sexual frustration sky rocketing with every passing day, but you were completely oblivious to the fact that yuta was dealing with the same form of torture.

except way, way worse.

it’s gotten to the point where just the sound of your sweet sugary voice over the speakers of his phone has him biting down on the edges of his pillow, arms wrapped tightly around himself and his body curled up into a pathetic ball of despair, his dick rock solid and his mind filled with thoughts that consisted of strictly just you.

so when you called him up and asked if he wanted to come with you to one of your girl friend’s parties, yuta knew he was one hundred percent fucked.

he wanted to keep respecting you. he wanted you to know how special you were to him and how serious he was about your relationship with him, and he sure as hell did not want you to feel uncomfortable because he was a horny piece of shit that didn’t know self control and wanted to have sex every five minutes.

except he was a horny piece of shit, has always been one over you, and yuta knew the second he saw you dolled up in your pretty little dress looking absolutely lethal, he was going to lose it.

and he did.

with his arms crossed over his chest and a tight hand over his mouth, he nodded and hummed out a series of “mhm’s” at everything you were saying as you finished up getting ready, his eyebrows pinched together in complete agony at the sight of you.

the pastel green glittery dress you had on was so criminally short that any inch of movement you made, the bottom of your ass cheeks would peak out from below the hem of your dress.

he slightly lowered his hand from his mouth. “baby?”

“yeah?” you responded softly and turned your body to face him, spritzing your vanilla coconut perfume over your frame.

“i-isn’t your dress— a little short?”

you put the perfume bottle down on your vanity desk and looked down, internally giddy that he noticed the length, your plan coming into fruition.

score.

“oh is it?” you tugged at the hem of your dress, scooting it back down. “does it look bad? i—”

“no no!” yuta’s hands shot out frantically as he shook his head. “you’re so so pretty baby, the most gorgeous little thing i’ve ever seen,” he took a few steps toward you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, being mindful of your perfectly styled hair that made him weak in the knees. “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night and not enjoy yourself.”

your heart melted at his words and consideration as you smiled warmly, eyes sparkling up as you gave him a cute peck on the lips and hugged him back, “you’re so nice to me, yu.”

yuta snorted but looked down at you fondly. “that’s the bare minimum baby.”

“so.” you peeled away from him and walked over to the bed to pick up your purse, swinging the strap over your shoulder. “all i do is make you ham sandwiches after your soccer practices.”

yuta laughed loudly, “that’s all you do?”

“yup!”

he nudged your shoulder playfully with his, a grin on his face as he walked down the stairs with you and out the door to his car.

“brat.”

at the party, your plan was to be as devilish and flashy as possible, showing off every curve and angle of your body to your boyfriend in means of getting him to crack, and your ticket there was the length of your dress—

but more specifically?

what you had on underneath.

when you met up with the rest of your friend group that were all residing on the long lounge sofa in the living room like always, you grabbed yuta’s hand and led him over to join the rest of them. he politely greeted each and every one, keeping you close by the hip before you both settled down on the couch.

yuta wasn’t a big party person like you were, but he also didn’t particularly dislike them either. as long as you were there with him, he always ended up getting shit faced and having the time of his life with you and your friends, something that didn’t even happen when he went to parties with his own friends.

your closest girl friend that sat across from you at an angle turned her body, yelling over the music. “have you tried this?!”

she pointed to the red solo cup in her hand, and you shook your head.

“no! what is it?!”

“someone from the frat next door made a mix of malibu and pineapple rum! it’s really good here!-”

she reached over and offered her cup, and as soon as you stood to retrieve it, an idea popped into your head— eyes widening. without another thought, you moved over to stand right in front of yuta before fully and erotically bending and lunging over to reach for the cup.

he stopped breathing. he looked at the way your dress rode up literally half way up your ass and he stopped breathing.

it was so unbelievably high up that he saw the color of your underwear— a lacy black pair with little bows adorned over the sides like a present, slightly see through but enough to see the outline of your lower lips.

yuta clasped a tight hand over his mouth, but as soon as that happened he realized that whatever he was seeing, everybody else was seeing as well. including that stupid moron that had been staring at you since the moment you both got here.

in record time his trembling arms shot out and yuta grabbed the hem of your dress, tugging it back down over your ass as he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, pulling you back to sit on his lap.

you loved that he did that, but as you sipped the drink and chatted on with your friends, you were entirely unaware of the way yuta’s arms were gripped around your waist like a lock, his forehead resting on your back with his face hidden.

yuta felt like an absolute fucking freak again as the image of your puffy lower lips outlining your lacy panties flicked over and over and over again in his mind without a break. he felt so nasty, so shameful and so hard as he tried with all of his will power to calm his breathing and stop the bouncing of his right knee, eyes screwed tight.

holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck—

he needed you so badly, needed to slip that skimpy dress off of you and bury his face in between your legs, needed to slip his swollen dick out and grope your tits and pump his—

shut up shut up shut up—

at the feeling of his leg bouncing rapidly, you looked back and slightly turned yourself, confused at the sight of his hung head that was refusing to detach from your body and look at you properly.

you placed a gentle hand at the top of his head, the feeling of his silky black hair underneath your fingers. “yu?—”

his head snapped up straightaway, and your eyes widened as you took in the way his chest was heaving and his pupils were blown out, face completely red and his body practically shivering beneath you.

you frowned, “baby? are you okay?”

you shifted once more to assess him better, but his eyes only shot back down to your ass as he felt your dress rise up again.

such pretty bows…

yuta smashed his face in against your side, eyes screwed shut.

calm down calm down calm down—

it was almost completely dark in the frat house, colors of red and blue and green bouncing across the walls of the lower level as people drank and made havoc, your friends all caught up in their own inebriated worlds to realize what was happening between the both of you.

and at the feeling of his hardened cock against your ass, you slowly smiled and finally understood— your hand coming up to stroke his cheek lovingly, the act simple and innocent, until you took his hand from your lap and agonizingly dragged it further up and up and up your thigh…

shit shit shit—

until you guided his shaking fingers to the patch of wet in between your parted thighs, the lace material up against the pads of his—

fuck it.

yuta pushed you off of his lap and stood, snatching your wrist tightly before tugging and dragging you away from the couch and through the mass of people on the dance floor.

“yuta!” you yelled over the music. “where are we going?”

you were so confused, and you worried that maybe you had pushed his buttons a little too far and that now he was upset, and judging by the way he didn’t even turn around or respond when you spoke to him, it looked like that might be the case.

you gnawed at your bottom lip in concern as he led you both up the stairs of the house— you focused on trying to keep your dress from riding completely up and him opening and closing several different doors before he found what he was looking for.

yuta dragged you in the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, his lips instantly latching onto your cheek, desperate wet open mouthed kisses dropping down to your neck and down to your chest as you gasped.

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—” he repeated like a chant, voice muffled by the way he was sucking on your neck like a little leech, his fingers looping themselves in the straps of your dress before pulling down and revealing your bare tits to him.

you were wholeheartedly gobsmacked at what he was doing and you were loving every single second of it, the way his wild eyes darted over your tits and his wet lips just about drooling over them.

“i’m gonna suck your tits,” his gaze shot back up to you, chest rising and falling. “okay baby?”

a fierce blush spread over your cheeks at his words, mentally cursing yourself for wanting this so bad but feeling bashful at the wrong freaking time.

you barely even nodded before he picked you up by the waist and set you down on the counter of the sink, his wet tongue darting across the plush of your breasts and pressing flat against your nipple, your breath hitching at the feeling.

yuta sucked and nipped feverishly at your nipples, getting them slick and slippery with his spit as he squeezed at your waist desperately, your pretty moans ringing through his ears making his bulge tighten and strain against the buckle of his belt.

he trailed his tongue back up to your neck and groped the fat of your ass with his hands, subconsciously rutting into your covered lips as he whined and groaned over the warmth of your pussy.

“i— i’m gonna cum in my pants if we keep going.” he puffed out, tone constricted as he looked at you with feral half lidded eyes.

you nodded quickly. “but i want you to, yu. inside me.”

yuta’s eyes blew wide open as he shook his head, and you felt the way his hands trembled while he gripped your hips.

“we— we can’t baby,” panting, he unwillingly pulled his bulge slightly apart from your warmth and looked at you sincerely. “i can’t do that to you—“

“do what?” you asked softly, tilting your head to the side. “make love to me?”

“no— well, yes?” he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder and placed his hands at the edge of the counter to support his weight, groaning.

“i don’t want you to think i’m taking advantage of you or— or not respecting you and i want you to know how serious i’m taking this relationship and—”

you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you, your voice sweet and soft. “who said that? i don’t think that at all yu, and i know you’re serious about us.. i wouldn’t be sitting on this counter with my tits out if you weren’t.”

yuta laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“you don’t wanna fuck me?” you whispered lewdly.

“trust me i do—”

“you don’t wanna see what kind of panties i have on under?” you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck. “you don’t want to maybe guess the color of my underwear?”

“oh i don’t have to guess baby,” he shook his head and grinned. “i know.”

yuta buried his face in your hair and inhaled, “has this been your plan all along pretty? to be a little slut for me and show off what you got going on down there?” he snapped his bulge back on your pussy so roughly that you jolted up by the sheer force. “to get me to fuck you? hm?”

you didn’t respond, you couldn’t respond by the way he was running and groping his hands deliciously all over your body as he spoke nasty to you. all you could do was moan stupidly.

“lucky for you, i’m just as guilty.”

he pulled your straps back over your shoulders then while sliding you off the counter, tugging the hem of your dress down over your ass before opening the door and leading you by the hand outside.

yuta ran through the halls opening and closing doors again, the both of you laughing when you would find other people fucking or making out, until he finally found an open vacant room with a bed and slammed the door closed, locking it.

his lips smashed against yours without another moment wasted, you unzipping and pulling your dress up and over yourself as he yanked his shirt off and threw it fuck knows where.

pushing you down gently on the bed, yuta took a step back to admire your perfect perfect body, the way your tits bounced with every movement you made, and the way that god forsaken lacy black underwear made you look as he just stood there and stared.

you cowered a little under his gaze, legs closing and arms crossing over your chest. “what?”

he shook his head. “i love you… so much.”

you smiled bright then, pearly whites on display as you watched him reach down and fumble with his belt frantically, sliding it off and pushing his pants down before kicking them away and hovering over you until you were both entirely bare.

yuta pressed honeyed wet kisses all the way down your body and in between your legs, shoving his face to your clothed pussy and inhaling your sweet scent, moaning as he did so.

he was so freakishly hard as he licked a long stripe up, the fabric rough and wet under his tongue as you squirmed and whined, impatient and bratty.

“you taste so sweet, baby.” he groaned, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your clit, his index finger running delicately and slowly over your meaty slimy folds.

“fuck—” you panted, carding your fingers through his hair. “more please—”

“more?” he hummed, watching at the way you shook and shivered with his every touch as he slobbered all over your pussy like a man starved.

it was so filthy, squelching and sloshes of his mean mouth bullying your clit as your fingers flew to grip the sheets beneath you.

“eek!” you squealed, your thighs closing tight around his head as he ate, his hands coming up to force them apart.

“let me eat.”

yuta gripped the fat of your plushy thighs as his sloppy tongue moved across your lips and pussy, coaxing your syrupy cunt to pulse and jump with each lick, a knot forming at the pit of your tummy.

“i— yu, i can’t—” you tried to run away from his mouth. “i’m gonna cum—”

but he only grabbed your hips and brought you back down roughly, his rolling tongue lapping up your juices before your entire body shook with erotic ecstasy, your thighs clamping shut as you squealed and creamed on his tongue.

“fuuuucckkk,” he dragged out, coming back up and sliding your absolutely drenched and ruined panties down your shaking legs, his mouth coated and shiny and covered in you.

yuta pumped his cock a few times, and that’s when you noticed just how big he was, packing a meaty punch that had your mouth watering and desperate.

you spread your legs again as he climbed over you, sliding his dick in between your messy sticky folds before lining his fat tip against your hole.

god, yuta’s body and dick were on fucking fire, his tip slowly nudging and slightly stretching you, a pathetic whine leaving his lips at the feeling of your perfect pussy that was entirely his to fuck, a dream he’s had and yearned over for what feels like an eternity.

“m’gonna put it in,” he choked, licking his lips as he tightly gripped your waist.

you eagerly nodded, spreading your legs even wider. “please, i want you to fill me up, yu.”

and with that, yuta slowly and deliciously stretched your little cunt open, his swollen dick pushing past your tight squeezing gummy walls until he bottomed out.

“f—fuck,” he swallowed thickly. “you gotta loosen up baby you’re milking me—”

your hands gripped at his arms for support as yuta gently pumped his cock, your pussy sucking him up like a yummy lollipop and trapping him inside. “i can’t yu…” you shook your head. “you’re too big—”

his glassy eyes darkened over at your words, and he picked up a brutal pace almost instantly.

“is this— hah— what you wanted?” he reached out and pinched your rosy cheek meanly, pounding into your puffy walls as you cried dumbly. “to fuck you dumb on my dick after teasing me like that downstairs? huh?”

your eyes squeezed shut, loud pornographic moans tumbling out of your throat as he fucked you like he hated you, your tits bouncing with every hit.

a series of pat pat pat’s bounced all over the walls as yuta buried his face into your neck, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he shoved his dick inside of you over and over and over again.

“i can— hah— barely move you’re sucking me, baby.” yuta hiccuped, his eyes welling with feral tears.

it felt good, way too good and he could hardly handle it, his heart racing against his chest as he watched you make slutty faces that only fueled his erotic agony.

he fucked you full into the mattress, setting an animalistic pace as the headboard hit against the wall repeatedly.

“s—slow down, yu!” you whined, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his tip hit your cervix without mercy, you on the verge of cumming and creaming all over his dick.

“no—” he shook his head and looked at you, your sweaty hot bodies sticking together. “m’sorry pretty i c—can’t—”

yuta hiccuped and whined and cried at the way your greedy pussy was milking him for all of his worth, his abs tensing at the familiar feeling of his release. the amount of times yuta fisted his cock to the thought of you like a pervert, just like this, spread out and pretty, didn’t even come close or compare to the real thing laying in front of him right now.

“m’gonna pull out, okay?” he muttered. “gonna cum—“

“nuh uh!” you whined, wrapping your thighs tightly around his waist to keep him inside, your arms clutching his brooding shoulders. “i want you to dump it inside of me.”

“i— inside?!” he swallowed.

you nodded and smiled sweetly at him through your fucked out expression and puffy pouty lips, a sight he never ever wanted to forget in his life and keep the privilege of looking at every day, just for him.

yuta groaned again and shoved his face back into your neck, squishing your tits in his hands and holding on to them for dear life as you milked his cock, slamming his hips up to meet yours and you whimpering at how deliciously rough he was.

“mm— fuck!” you squealed as you felt yuta’s hot ropey cum shoot up your walls, bucket loads of it filling you to the brim as you felt your own orgasm wash over you, his hand pressing down against your lower tummy as he hiccuped against your neck.

you both grabbed on to each other as you tried to come down from your highs, your skin sticky and hot as his steamy breath fanned over your ear shakily, the booming of music downstairs shaking the walls a little and the sounds of footsteps walking down the halls filling your ears.

yuta gently peeled himself from you and slowly, delicately— pulled his dick out, his pupils dilating at the sight of his milky cum oozing out of you sluggishly.

his dizzy eyes flickered over to your dazed and tired face, smiling softly. “are you okay baby?”

you closed your eyes as he leaned down and brushed some of your hair away from your eyes, laughing a little. “yeah.”

“wait here—” he whispered before getting off the bed and walking over to what he assumed was the bathroom, retrieving a random towel.

coming back over, he tenderly spread your legs and cleaned you up, rubbing soothing circles into your ankles with his thumbs as he did so before plopping back down on the bed next to you, pulling you softly into his arms.

that was the first time you both had sex together, and as the fact registered into your head, you buried your face into his bare chest shyly.

“hm?” yuta looked down at you. “what, baby?”

“you’ve seen me naked now,” you muttered, voice faintly muffled.

he giggled lowly. “you’ve seen me naked now too.”

“your dick is big,” you leaned back a bit. “i can’t believe you’ve been keeping that thing hostage from me.”

yuta choked at your blunt statement and shook his head. “i’ve always wanted this baby, believe me.” he kissed your forehead and nuzzled his face into your neck. “i just didn’t want to disrespect you pretty so i just didn’t know if you wanted it like i did.”

“but i do—”

he laughed again, “i know you do, now i do.”

you smiled sheepishly as yuta caressed your back with his fingertips lovingly, feeling like he was at the gates of heaven with you in his arms after having shared something so intimate like that for the first time, something he only lived in his sleepy dreams prior to this moment.

“i love you, yu.” you mumbled against his chest, and his heart absolutely melted as he captured your lips in a sweet sweet kiss.

oh how he loved you, and the sight of your gorgeous naked body next to him, your breathtaking unreal face looking at him and only him with those eyes—

was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

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