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kei mf tsukishima.
You’re sat on Kei’s lap.
Your arms are linked around his neck. His big hands glide along your body, trying to grab and feel whatever he could.
His lips and yours meet in a messy kiss. Teeth clashing, saliva exchanging, tongues dancing. His lips were a little chapped but yours were so soft and sweet. Remnants of your flavored chapstick lacing your lips as he kisses it off.
He was so addicted, always chasing back for more. He groans when you move a little to adjust yourself, his hands gripping your hips.
“Shit.” He mumbles.
Then he’s back to it.
Yet with more passion, you’re shuddering under his touch, his kisses, the way his tongue feels against yours.
His glasses were fogged, slightly lopsided. Occasionally he’d push them up but now.
He rips away from you, confusing you. Both of your lips are plump and red, panting. He grabs his glasses, throwing them on the couch.
“Kei be careful you can break them-” He cuts you off with his lips, his tongue finding its home in your mouth once again. You whine in his mouth and he grins.
“They were in the way.” He says against your lips, biting your bottom lip. A moan leaves you and his tongue swipes along the bite to try and soothe it.
“Just focus on this alright?” He says hushed.
His hand coming up behind your neck, pulling you into him as if you guys could get any closer.
i was hooked by the first sentence.
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Anonymous asked:
Emotional sex that has you both crying bc you’re both so overwhelmed with eachothers love
i love you, but you know that.
bakugou katsuki x reader
cw: minors dni, some slow loved up sloppy sweet sex, tears of love, missionary, afab reader, unprotected
between a drabble and a fic, maybe about 800 words?
you love bakugou katsuki. this wasn’t new news, this wasn’t even grand news in the scheme of everything else in the world nor was it surprising because you literally tell him everyday. 
so you don’t know what has come over you right now, maybe the intimacy of it all, his hot sweaty skin against yours, the tingle on your bruised lips from his kisses earlier or maybe it’s the way the words that come out his mouth are reserved for you. soft, as soft as katsuki can be, and all breathless as he mumbles into your neck, “s’good f’me baby, s’good.”
his thrusts are slow, has you arching your back despite his full weight on top of you. it’s loud and wet and you know you’re both making a mess but there’s something about cock from the man you love that drives everyone a little crazy. you suck him in completely, easily and he’s like a key, made for you and only you.
it’s only when he lifts his head from your neck at the sound of sniffles beside him, you’re trying to hide your face but it’s clearly not working. katsuki lifts himself up, palms by your head so there’s no way to escape. you can tell he’s close as his left arm shakes a little, but stabilises himself straight after. he stops his rhythmic thrusts, his lust filled half lidded eyes opening wide to look down at you.
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always yours — s. geto
a/n: hello pretty boy suguru nation love u all
suguru, who was just a bit surprised when you called him "pretty" for the first time.
you two were sitting on his bed in the dorm, both of you working in a comfortable silence. you couldn't help but look up at your boyfriend, who was leaning against the headboard at the height of the bed. his hair was slowly falling out of the low ponytail he had previously put it in, a few strands framing his face perfectly. you could tell he was quite focused, his gaze zeroed in on the paper and textbook in front of him as he scribbled his notes down quietly.
god, he looked gorgeous.
"suguru?"
he hummed, his eyes still on the paper as he acknowledged you. he finished the sentence he was writing before looking up, giving you his full attention. "yes, angel?"
"you look so pretty."
he blinked at you and said nothing for a few seconds. he wasn't sure what he was expecting you to say, but it certainly wasn't that.
once he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but laugh a bit at the compliment, causing you to furrow your brows in genuine confusion. "why are you laughing? i mean it, sugu—you're very pretty."
he smiled at you before taking his notebook out of his lap and placing it on the bed. reaching over, he grabbed you gently and pulled you toward him. he kissed your cheek as his arms wrapped comfortably around your midsection.
"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to laugh. it just...caught me off guard." he smiled as he took in your features now that you were closer, his gaze sweeping over your face. "no one's ever called me pretty before."
he watched as you cocked your head to the side, biting back a smile. "really? well i'm sure they've thought it." he shook his head in slight exasperation, finding you adorable.
he hummed, shrugging his shoulders with a soft smile. "maybe. but i don't need anyone else telling me that." he dropped his head to rest in the crook of your neck, closing his eyes in contentment. "just you. only you."
you smiled, a hand going up to his hair instinctively. you pulled the rest of his hair out of the elastic, carding your hands through it. he gave a low hum of satisfaction at the feeling; he loved it when you played with his hair.
"pretty boy, sugu. my pretty boy."
he smiled against your skin. "say it again," he mumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around you.
"pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy..." you repeated it like a mantra as your fingers slowly massaged his hair, relaxing him completely. if he ever questioned you love for him before, he surely wasn't questioning it any longer. he gave your waist a small squeeze, lifting his head to look at you.
"always yours, my love." he sealed it with a kiss, soft and sweet. "always yours."
katsu2ji © 2025. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.
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choso making you spread it so that he can fuck you deeper 😵💫
“god, spread it… yeah, spread it like that. let me see herrr.” he’s reaching for your hand to pull it over your right cheek. you can feel his gaze—hot and shameless, roving over the entirety of your perspiring body. that poor, exposed pussy just weeping. “myyyy, look at that wet little cunt… so pretty and perfect and all for me.”
and you could beg him to shut up, tell him that his mouth is too filthy or that he’s embarrassing you, but the way your pretty little hole tightens in response to his vulgarity does little to back your claims. in fact, part of you can’t help but to crane your head, peering behind yourself to observe the way he wholly swallows you with those dark, perilous eyes.
with both of your hands splayed over the fat of your ass, you obediently spread yourself open for him like the good girl he knows you are. and it’s not like he doesn’t already have you pushed into the nastiest little arch. your warm cheek flat against the pillow, desperate hips canting in the air while the head of his drooling cock kisses your sweet, fluttering entrance with annoying little slaps.
plap!
your body shudders almost violently, a gasp tearing from your stupidly gaped mouth as he spits into your cunt once. brazenly, the head of his cock is smearing his saliva allll over your ass and pussy, mindlessly gliding between the valley of your plush cheeks before sliding between the sticky slit of your swollen lips.
“keep that pretty pussy nice ‘n spread for me. don’t you fucking move.” he grits while carefully easing himself back inside of your slick, welcoming cunt, groaning something nasty below his breath. “juuust like that… don’t you dare move.”
as he bottoms out, feeding you every last inch of his thick, twitching cock, a droning mewl of pleasure is spilling past your lips. the sound of your pretty cries forces a deep growl from the depths of his chest as he fucks into you slooowly, watching how hungrily your cunt sucks him in with each ensuing thrust.
choso’s large hands are greedily accompanying yours as they rest over the fat of your ass, rudely spreading you further apart. his grasp only tautens as he begins to pull you toward him, meeting his aching thrusts halfway. your mouth gapes, breaths bated as the head of his cock prods against your cervix.
“fuuuck… you’re d-deep.” it’s mumbled into the pillow you drool against, brows furrowing messily as you subconsciously move forward, running away.
choso is pulling you right back with a firm grip on your hips, a disapproving grunt following. “i said don’t fucking move.”
*gulps*
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PT 2:; Hyperspermia on Sub!choso
(term—hyperspermia: a condition where the male has an abnormally large amount of semen; above 6ml)
"f- fuck me.." Choso whined—voice so high-pitched from how your hand's squeezing around him. "fuck m-me- ohh, p-please.. fuck me."
He didn't really expect for you to barge in the bathroom because of your worry on why he's so suddenly letting out loud noises in the room—nor did you expect him to be holding his semi-hard cock in hand with his cum splattered right down, making a large mess.
Annnnd, he also didn't expect for you to lock the bathroom door—make him a mess with your left hand whilst your right hand shoved your phone near his mouth to record his moans for 'later.'
And there he was—tired, you kept stroking the base of his dick, the tip becoming so red that it's redness is spreading to half the base from the many, many times you've edged him. Not to mention—the amount of pre-cum that's been coming out all over his dick and your hands, making it seem like he'd cum already multiple times though it's the opposite. The stickiness was so much—that he knew the recording would definitely hear those lewdly sounds.
He was tired—but fuck, did he just want your sweet pussy around him, fleshy walls tightening around his swollen cock.
"mommy—" he slipped, covering it with a following moan; "p- ppft- p- please.." Choso gasped, "fuck me.. p- please." His teary eyes widened as he looked up at you desperately, realizing his high is once again close—"s- sslow down.."
He begged—yet you continued your pace, stroking his cock up! And down, you held his chin as you pressed closer to him. You sighed his name; "Choso.. such a mess you're making." You teased, pulling his head closer to your's by his chin.
"haa- ha- haaa- fuck" he begs again—"Please.. I need- n- nneed your pretty pussy on me- p- please.." his sweaty hand desperately clinged on your wrist. "Fuck me.." he whispered. "I wanna feel like m' yours"
As his words spilled out his mouth—an abundance of his cum squirted out of his tip, white covering all over his cock and her hands—he squeaked; "t- too much"
"It's s- ssuch a waste, can you- can I have you n- now? Please? So- soo I can put it all inside you.."
Hello!! Finally, part 2.. though yes there's a part three, sorry, I cant freaking do a long ahh paged smut rn I'm busy but I hope this will feed you<3
Also, if you comment I'll tag you on the next part, thank you :c
Tags: @mythingsrhere @piixcelz @soozeu @psychobitchsyndrome @shinyfestmilkshake @namasaya
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— ☆ meet me under the moonlight.
PART 01.
pairing: gojo satoru x reader
content warning: mentions of blood, death, alcohol, yuji did not eat the finger he's a normal jujutsu student, afab reader, mentions of depression, reader is a special grade sorcerer a badass heh, suggestive themes, no smut, second chance trope, shit ton of fluff and an attempt at comedy, some angst here and there
summary: reader's a special grade sorcerer. after losing your sister, you needed someone, you needed satoru. but he wasn't there. things did not end on good terms with him, your ex, before you moved overseas. reader is dead set on avoiding satoru while he just wants you back, no matter what.
a/n: I'll add the content warnings as we proceed. this is the first full fledged fic im working on and its been almost a year since i wrote anything so bear with any mistakes. currently busy with exams so expect updates to be slow. for those who know hindi, was listening to this while writing. it did match the vibe i am going for.
word count: 2.6k
dividers by @cafekitsune
nostalgia's a bitch.
a deep sigh leaves your lips, head tilted upwards while your eyes fluttered close. you tried to stop the onslaught of memories, some sweet while some... you'd rather never revisit. but they always haunt you, coming back to jujutsu high didn't necessarily trigger them.
and then there's him. occupying a whole place in your mind and though most were sweet, except that one memory that overshadowed all. that made you want to walk away from here right now and not even spare a glance back. you didn't know if your heart tingled or your mind raged with the very high possibility of seeing him again. you decided not to dwell on that.
some may call it rather childish to still hold onto a grudge even after a decade but you cannot find it in you to forget. though you convinced yourself to be cordial if— when the time comes.
"are you done moping or do you still wanna have your moment?" shoko called out dryly from behind you, and though you couldn't see her the amusement was clear as day in her voice. you could just sense that smirk growing on her lips.
"nice seeing you again too." you chuckled out with a resigned huff, removing your hands from your pocket as you opened your eyes and turned around to look at her.
it was truly nice seeing her again, it wasn't like you guys never talked, you did keep contact and text whenever possible. she looked more hot, somehow the bags under her eyes only grew darker but it all added to her laid back charm.
her lips tugged into a more softened smile and she tilted her head, the wind blowing both your hair. "missed having you around here. you still look the same."
though she said it sarcastically, her heart was a bit a mushy, she was more happy than she was letting on. she pushed off the wall and approached you, swinging an arm around your shoulder as she hugged you, patting your back.
"this place turned you into a softie." you murmured as you hugged her back, not being able to bite back the smile on your face. maybe you were fretting over nothing, it can't be that bad—
"hm though not as much as satoru for you." she teased and you grunted with a roll of your eyes, pulling away immediately.
"alright alright get off."
your lips pulled into that frown that always seemed to be etched on your face since adulthood started.
"still stingy i see." she remarked amusingly with a raised brow before walking in the gates. your steps hesitated, lips pulling into a grimace as your eyes looked at that gates, that suddenly seemed so daunting. murmuring a 'fuck it' you sauntered behind her.
"im not stingy." you retorted, eyes wandering around as you shoved your hands back in the pockets of your trouser. everything was more or less the same, the depressing aura that could never be concealed by the sounds of innocent laughter of the students here.
students. you looked back at shoko with a raised brow, "how many kids are here?" you asked, though you already knew how many, and had an almost vague idea of who they were. and then there's megumi, who you only saw a handful times before leaving yet had formed quite a bond with. you wonder how much that grumpy (yet sweet) kid has grown.
shoko's brows furrowed a bit, as if racking her mind for it. "there's three kids in the second year, three in the first years." she replied, glancing at you, as if already knowing what you were thinking. "megumi's one of them. he's grown...well i guess. still a grump."
you simply nodded at that, eyes softening as you looked down. you wished for the kids to have a normal life, yeah its not that feasible being in the sorcerer's world but still, you wished for them to have a much more normal-er life than what you had.
"satoru raised him well. don't tell him that though, his ego is big enough as it is." shoko snickered, shaking her head and you scoffed.
"like I'd wanna." you muttered under your breathe before looking up, pushing your glasses up you stared at the door before you. yaga's office.
shoko patted your back before she started to walk away, "again, welcome back. hope this shithole doesn't burn you out again." she called out, disappearing as she turned around the corner, leaving you to your silence.
you sighed, looking down at your heels as you rubbed your forehead in annoyance. you pulled at the neck of your turtlneck, feeling the regret creeping back up. before you know it, your mind was already brimming with overbearing thoughts and doubts. should you really have come back? was it right to come back?
and then your hand dropped to that silver pendent on your chest, the one that had your late sister's picture, twisting it in between your fingers. and somehow your mind calmed down, not by much but enough to pull your shit together.
you had to come back.
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- No period = frantic boyfriend
suguru x f!reader + pregnancy scare
angel: Not in today, just threw up
Amongst the class, only sat Satoru and Suguru, Yaga should be in soon. Suguru suspects Shoko is with you, possibly using actual medical attention on your since it doesn’t sound to severe.
“I do know the basics, leave me alone,” she muttered. “It’s for y/n ‘cause she gets sick a lot,”
Suguru grows flush, mind roaming through possible answers.
“I see,”
“It’s not what you think!”
suguru x: Are you ok?
suguru x: Text me if you need anything so I can bring it after
“The missus?” Gojo inquired, his head protruding out a bit to gaze at the messages. But Suguru retracts it.
“Yeah, supposedly sick,” he huffs out. As bored as his tone lets on, only Satoru and you could decipher that he worries (it’s not particularly hard, since it’s in the way he grows distant in his current circumstances)
Satoru chuckles, “cheer up! Y/N-chan is probably just on her monthly!”
Suguru’s scowl deepens.
“What? At least you know you’re not going to be a father anytime soon,”
Suguru chokes. A small series of coughing ignite within his throat. He hears the maniacal laugh of his friend soon after.
“Don’t speak about that so… comfortably,” he utters, his brows furrowing out of shock.
“Blah, blah, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Gojo dismisses, “Sex is natural Suguru, you should know,”
Satoru wiggles his eyebrows, and Suguru feels himself fall into a pit of shame instead of his friend.
It’s only been a few months since his first time. You were his first (and hopefully, his only) It was an agreement between you both; once you both hit the age of 18, was when you two could finally give in to the temptation.
Ever since, he feels the desire more deeply than before.
“Shut up,”
Suguru resumes going through his phone, and Satoru continues to talk (nothing new)
angel: i’m late asw
Suguru’s hand shoots out, landing firmly onto Satoru’s shoulder. His friend had been chatting about something irrelevant after his teasing rampage, Suguru seemed occupied with his phone, but Satoru knows he can multi-task his hearing.
“What?” Satoru raises his eyebrows.
“I’m going to pass out,”
Satoru has seen his friend covered in blood, witnessed him take blows after blows from deadly opponents, gazed upon the sight in which Toji Fushiguro left him in, he has once never passed out because of them.
But now, Suguru is safe, in an environment in which he relaxes into. And he utters words like that?
But Suguru isn’t true to his word, matter-of-fact, he’s capable of pacing around the classroom like madman rather than someone who was at the brink of becoming unconscious.
“what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” Suguru mutters.
Whilst he’s in his anxious state, Satoru takes it upon himself to see what made his friend so… weird.
angel: i’m late asw
“Oh shit!”
Both boys pace around frantically, Suguru doesn’t take notice of his companion doing the same as him. He’s too deep in thought: What if he’s not a good dad? What if his baby grows up in this mess-of-a-society? What if Satoru gives them a sweet tooth? What if you’re not ready? What will happen to you if you proceed with this? Wouldn’t it hurt your body?
Satoru is the same: I need to work on my baby skill. Would Suguru let me take him out for ice cream every Sunday? Will you let him? Will the baby even like sweets?What should I get for the baby shower? Maybe Suguru will let me do those cliché gender reveals.
Yaga walks through, his stern expression growing more intense as he stares at his two idiotic students.
“What are you two doing?”
They both still. Suguru glances over to Satoru, Satoru glances back; both completely panicked.
“Nothing-”
“Sir! Suguru is due to be a father!”
“Am not!”
Suguru sees his teacher, and for once, it isn’t masked with a sense of authority and annoyance. He can do that? He seems in disbelief, his arms slightly unfolding, but he still remains set.
Suguru stumbles, “no, it’s-it’s nothing like that, sir,” —shaking his head— “Satoru, here, doesn’t know what he’s talking about,”
Satoru bashfully sways on his feet when Suguru glares skillfully at him. Yaga too, seeming as it wasn’t his information to spill.
“No need to be ashamed or scared, you-you know kids aren’t all that bad, they get a bad rep because of parenting but most aren’t as—”
“Sir, I don’t think this is necessar-” Suguru is cut off by his teachers life-lecture, he feels himself internall curl into the depths of shame and worry, possibly even anger at himself that he didn’t think of this consequence efficiently.
He sees his phone has received new messages.
angel: NVM
angel: just had a shower, and it all came out
angel: it was disgusting
Purposefully out of his persona, he lets out a large sigh, falling into his seat, disrupting the tangent his teacher had carried onto.
“She has it, no need to worry now,”
Yaga grunts, he feels like his words went to waste.
“Don’t worry, sir! I shall use that information wisely,” Satoru exclaims, saluting promptly as if he were a soldier at war.
“Shut up, will you!”
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“Satoru just texted, said him and Suguru just finished panicking,” shoko utters out, “and that Yaga gave them a talk about kids,”
“Wow, I didn’t think it would scare him that much,”
“Any guy who gets that text is bound to react like that, Y/N,”
“You’re right,” you said, eyes lingering on into thought, “I wonder what Yaga said,”
“Now that you said that,” Shoko quips, her cigarette coming out of her mouth, “me too.”
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author’s note ; inspired by this art (cr. to @ ng_a10 on X)
the heat between you two had been suffocating.
his weight pinned you down into the couch, hand firm against your waist, the other braced against the wall beside your head. the scent of him — leather, musk, and something undeniably him — clouded your senses as his lips devoured yours.
each kiss was deep, slow, intentional, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you. his tongue slid against yours, coaxing a soft gasp from your lips before he bit down, teasing. you felt the smirk against your mouth before he kissed you again — rougher, needier.
your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as his grip on your waist tightened. he growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through you, making your stomach coil with heat.
but then —
knock
you barely heard it at first. he didn’t stop, didn’t care. his lips trailed down to your jaw, your pulse, his teeth grazing —
knock. knock.
deep sigh left his lips, hot against your skin.
his entire body tensed. grip on your waist flexed before he slowly lifted his head, gaze dark and clouded. you could almost hear the grinding of his teeth.
“fucking hell,” he muttered, annoyed.
you bit your lip, trying to steady your breath. he looked down at you — your flushed face, kiss-swollen lips, the way your chest rose and fell beneath him — and for a second, you thought he'd just ignore whoever it was.
but the knocking came again, louder.
he pushed himself off you with a deep exhale, running a hand down his face before combing his fingers through disheveled hair. his entire body was tense., as he looked like he wanted to break something. or someone.
you sat up slowly, watching as he rolled his shoulders, forcing himself to calm down. then, with a forced, lethal smile, he strode to the door.
poor bastard on the other side had no idea what was coming.
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like a pornstar : gojo satoru ─── click the star for supplemental visuals ( a p!rn link )
amateur pornstar!gojo that makes it big with solo videos on onlyfans. him masturbating on camera, whether it was using a fleshlight or jerking himself off with his fist ( ★ ). he was faceless and it really called in a good fanbase from the start. his viewers loved the mystery, the allure of it all. (they also liked his pretty cock and long it is.)
the more his fanbase grew, the more platforms he continued to build himself on. tiktok, he posted faceless thirst traps and shirtless videos. teasing plenty of women and men with the outline of v-line and strikingly white happy trail. shower videos where water was streaming down his back, he had 5.4 millions likes on one particular one where he nearly flashed people at the last second. (he doesn't understand how the video hasn't been taken down yet.) the popular social media platform only made him bigger.
his instagram comments are all filled with thirsts. and while it's a more mundane approach there, giving people flashes inside his personal life, he has everyone imagining what a future with him would be like.
until he starts bringing someone on camera with him.
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cw: rough sex, doggy style, manhandling, unprotected sex, lmk if I missed something!!:p
Sakusa wasn’t gentle.
At least, not when he had you like this.
Bent over the bed, ass up, knees digging into the mattress as he dragged you back onto his cock—over and over and over—his fingers gripping the soft flesh of your hips, squeezing, molding it to his hands like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, his voice a low snarl behind you. “You feel too fucking good.”
Your fingers scrambled against the sheets, gasping as he drove himself deeper, the stretch making your whole body tremble.
“Kiyoomi—!”
“Shhh,” he hushed, one big hand coming down to cup the fat of your ass, giving it a sharp squeeze. “Just take it.”
And fuck, you did.
Because Sakusa fucked hard.
Every thrust jerked your body forward, your thighs shaking, your back arching as he used his grip on your hips to pull you back onto him, making sure you felt every thick inch of him pressing into your deepest spots.
“God, look at you,” he groaned, his hands squeezing—grabbing—the plush curve of your hips like he owned you. “Made to take my cock, huh?”
All you could do was whimper, back bowing as his grip turned rougher, his nails digging into your soft skin.
He loved that.
The contrast between his big hands and your softer body—the way he could grab, mold, control every part of you.
“Fuck, I love this,” he muttered, his voice thick with possession. “Love watching you take it. Love the way your thighs shake. Love the way your ass bounces every time I fuck into you.”
You whined, dropping your head against the mattress, completely wrecked by the way he was using your body, pulling you into every brutal thrust, claiming you like he was branding himself into your bones.
“Don’t run from it,” he growled, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you still as he slammed deeper. “Take what I give you.”
And fuck, you did, moaning as your thighs trembled, as the pleasure coiled deep, as his cock bullied that sweet spot over and over until you were seeing stars.
“Fuck, Kiyoomi—!”
He groaned at the way you clenched around him, his fingers bruising your hips as he fucked you through your orgasm, never slowing, never letting up.
“Mmm, that’s it,” he rasped, his voice shaky now, getting close. “Gonna cum for me again, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?”
You could only moan in response, too fucked-out to speak.
Sakusa snarled, his thrusts turning desperate—and then, with a guttural curse, he slammed in deep and came with a shuddering groan, his fingers bruising your skin as he buried himself to the hilt.
Heavy breaths filled the room. His forehead dropped to your shoulder.
Then—
“Next time,” he murmured, voice still wrecked, “I want a mirror in front of us. Wanna see exactly how good you look getting ruined on my cock.”
And fuck, you knew there was no way you’d survive that.
A/N: Feedback, reblogs, comments and likes are really appreciated <33
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OUR YOUTH
⎯⎯ MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST
✶ pairing: s.suguru x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: You were young, dumb and so in love. There was always this adrenaline rush when you and Suguru were together; harmony, romance and protection. Fate, you called it. Our youth ⎯ you cherished it. But every high ends doesn't it? When Suguru left; the sorcerer society and you, Shoko and Satoru. And you were left with the weight of more than what you could carry. Decisions of your youth, testament of your love.
✶ tw: sexual intercourse <not really explicit, but I'll tag it as smut> heartbreak, abandonment, !!mentions of pregnancy and abortion!!, crying (a lot of it), panic attacks, lactation, post-partum, adoption, self-loathing, su!c!dal ideation, jealousy, mentions of suguru's twisted ideals of a perfect jujutsu society, super cute baby-girl (warning because so much cuteness bad for heart)
✶ taglist (comment under this post or any part to be added)
✶ PLAYLIST
Will have an happy-ending !
ᯓ ✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
── Chapter 1 : Our Youth
── Chapter 2 : Moon Child
── Chapter 3 : City of Stars
(header credit : raonnni on twitter)
*Clears throat, static..* Cough cough
HELLO MY LOVELY 'OUR YOUTH' READERS.
I know its been all crickets from my side, but I have good news, drumroll please.....
PART 3 COMING OUT TOMORROW (28th Feb): -> 1 PM IST, 2:30 AM ET
WAKE UP YOUR VILLAGES YALL I HAVE AWAKEN FROM MY GRAVE.
(Psa im so so sorry for almost leaving this project for 4 months, final year of high school sucks but we are almost done.)
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YES LETS GO
Reblogged crybaby-bkg
faux sympathy is actually evil.
you’re ruining me, i’m shaking, barely coherent, and you have the audacity to say “i know, baby, it’s a lot, huh?” all sweet and condescending like yeah??? obviously??? but are you stopping? no :( you just keep going, all soft and sweet, acting like you feel bad while actively making it worse. it’s sick and i need more of it immediately.
