familiarity breeds contempt.

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1279 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin and the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth.

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

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familiarity breeds contempt.

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1279 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin and the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth.

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

reblogs ++ comments are greatly appreciated !! ꒰ ˆ ᗜ ˆ ˶ ꒱

familiarity breeds contempt.

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1279 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin and the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth.

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

reblogs ++ comments are greatly appreciated !! ꒰ ˆ ᗜ ˆ ˶ ꒱

familiarity breeds contempt.

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1278 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth..

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

reblogs ++ comments are greatly appreciated !! ꒰ ˆ ᗜ ˆ ˶ ꒱

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❝ SPUN IN YOUR WEB ❞ — yukimiya kenyu

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spiderman!yukimiya who’s vision got repaired after getting bit by a radioactive spider in the middle of the academic year and gained powers.

spiderman!yukimiya who sits in front of you in class with his thin metal rimmed glasses that you're convinced he doesn't need because he should not be squinting like that, and when confronted about it says it's a fashion choice. not convincing.

familiarity breeds contempt.

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1278 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth..

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

reblogs ++ comments are greatly appreciated !! ꒰ ˆ ᗜ ˆ ˶ ꒱

otoya thinks you understand the phrase, "no strings attached" rather well. almost a little too well.

yes, he did bring up taking your friendship to the next level by incorporating some pinches of sex here and there, and yes he did state that the only way this would continue is if neither of you dabbled in romantic affections for each other, but that's only because at the time, otoya thought he knew himself rather well.

so he doesn't understand why he's so bothered when he walks in a cafe one early afternoon for a pick-me-up and sees you chatting it up with a rather attractive gentleman across from you at a table. he blinks when the man puts his hand on yours as you laugh at some sort joke he made, thinking the punchline wasn't that funny. otoya knows you—you wouldn't laugh at two-bit joke like that. he's made funnier.

his presence is still unnoticed by you, but otoya observes you quietly from the line as you talk with your date. you had mentioned matching with someone on your dating app one time post-sex cuddling with him, but he thought you were talking about just finding another fling, not an actual partner, someone that would chain you down to them.

and given by the questions you offer to your date, he thinks that you're genuinely trying to be serious about him. after all, you don't ask a future fuckbuddy what countries they've travelled to or if they want to start a family in the future. those questions are too in-depth for two people who just want sex from each other.

is he allowed to be bothered by this? after all, you and him were just friends with benefits, it wasn't like you two were interested in each other in that manner.

sure, maybe otoya had thought of getting you that book you mentioned you wanted to read while passing a bookstore or thinking of you when he passes a flower shop in curiosity of what your favorite flower may be, but that's just him being a good and considerate friend. friends think of each other like that when they see something that reminds them of the other. that's normal.

so... why the sudden annoyance as he sees you throw a pretty smile at the man in front of you? why is he suddenly moving towards you after picking up his drink? why is he calling out your name and capturing your attention, wondering why you're looking at him in shock. you're friends, aren't you? shouldn't you be glad to see a familiar face? don't look at him like that; he doesn't like it.

"eita?" you start, your voice coming out slightly choked at his sudden appearance mid-date. "what are you doing here?"

"hey there," otoya says casually to you, tilting his head while feeling the stare of your companion. "was gonna text you this but, uh—"

otoya's eyes shift to your date, green eyes narrowing slyly when he notices the man's gaze fixated on him, before they move back to you.

he leans forward to you, attempting to mimic a whisper but making his voice loud enough for your date to hear so he can get the message properly.

"you left your bra at my place the other day. do you need it back any time soon?" he asks to your disbelief.

he flickers his eyes toward your date again, a quirk of his lips lifting when the man visibly stiffens.

─── ハイキュー!! SUNDRESS SEASON

summary: sundress by a$ap rocky plays loudly in the back

a/n: this wasn't supposed to be horny but then tsukki happened....

─── 研磨 KENMA

he’d never been against the idea of you becoming a streamer, even though some of his friends (kuroo, mostly) had objected with the fact that “you know you’re gonna have to beat off weird dudes on the internet thirsting over your girlfriend, right?” to which kenma’s response had been a nonchalant shrug, followed by a series of expertly aimed button-mashes.

RAIN.

MISS DEMEANOR!

One of the first things Nanase gave to you when you started dating him was a piglet plushie he painstakingly won at an arcade. You still remember what it was like to stand there in the arcade next to him, watching the sweat bead on his forehead as he carefully maneuvered the joystick, angling it perfectly over the little plushie smiling back at you as if taunting your new boyfriend’s lack of expertise with these rigged machines.

But with a little bit of effort, some time, and many coins dumped from poor Nanase’s wallet, he triumphantly held the piglet plushie out towards you. You’ve cherished it ever since, and as if to thank him, you got him a puppy plushie so Nanase could have a companion of his own.

Many years had passed, and now that you’ve gotten married to Nanase, the two plushies were also naturally reunited. They found their home in the living room of your shared home, witness to the happy newlywed life you shared with Nanase.

For better or for worse. 

𝐋𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐈𝐒…

@𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 (closes apr 3, idec what timezone)

psst… i heard there’s a hole-in-the-wall place that opened up recently! the drinks they serve might not be top tier, but they’ll definitely be of the intoxicating variety…

so what are you waiting for? order up!

𝟏) 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒/𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒 (pick ONE of each: no more, no less)

𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔 {kinks/smutty tropes, pick ONE min/max}

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔 {additional non-smut tropes, pick ONE min/max}

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?

𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞:

𝟐) 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐘 (only m!character x afab!reader, will be aged up if applicable)

༘⋆ any bllk character except for:

༘⋆ any jjk character except for:

༘⋆ any hq character except for:

note: if you picked the item whiskey sour {cuckolding/sharing}, do specify which two characters are accompanying you tonight. do tell me who’s paying for the drinks (established relationship/w reader) and who’s just along for the ride (the 'other' party)

𝟑) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 follow this format and you're all good to go!

for whiskey sour {cuckolding/sharing}:

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒:

sorry for the long read... anyway, just drop your order off in my askbox and you're all set! your order might come out in the form of headcanons, a drabble if you're lucky, and most likely, disorganised horny rambling. i'll do my best with it though!

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PITTER-PATTER-LOVE!

valentine’s day: he declined everything he received and sent them back

Rin, before dating you, thought Valentine’s Day was a waste of time. It wasn’t a holiday meant for him nor did he find anything particularly exciting about watching couples drive themselves insane doing insane things in the name of romance. The hoards of chocolates and gifts that would arrive at his clubhouse were nothing but a pain in the ass, and each year, without fail, he’d turn away any gift that hoped to win his favor and send them all back without so much as a second thought.

Now that he’s with you, his thoughts have changed bit by bit. He still thinks Valentine’s Day is stupid. He still thinks couples trying to one-up each other and spending exorbitant amounts of money and time to woo their lover is stupid. He still thinks his fans are wasting their time sending chocolates to him.

And that’s because he’s already fulfilled eating your chocolates.