THE LEARNING BOY ! Megumi

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃!

request: when their child says its first word with tokrev dads !!

ft. mikey, kazutora, wakasa, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, fluff, children, domestic things

an. been missing my tokrev dads <3

TOKYO REVENGERS DAD SERIES

𖦹 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

mikey groans when the alarm blasts through his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he shuffles closer to a smaller warm body beside him. blonde locks splayed across their tiny face and he can’t help smiling at his little creation.

“when did you get in here?” mikey whispers, smiling as his son looks up at him, bleak eyes mirroring his own crinkle before fluttering back close. your hand slithers from under the covers, wrapping around your husband's waist, “he always gets in the bed when you leave” you mumble, pressing a kiss on the back of mikey’s head.

mikey gathers his son in his arms, holding him close as the toddler wiggles in his grasps “i’ll stay a little longer just for you.” mikey’s chest throbs as his son wraps his arms around his chest, struggling to hold on with the little strength he has but he just doesn’t want his dad to go anywhere.

“forever?” his son squeaks and mikey freezes, slowly guiding his face down to meet him, “y-yeah” mikey stammers and the bed shakes as you jolt up from the bed, “his first word!” you squeal, toppling over your husband to squeeze your son into a hug.

mikey’s cheeks streak tears, silently crying as you hold your son into the air, smiling as he repeats his first word over and over, you turn to mikey—tears forming in the lids, “forever, i’ll be here forever for him and you” mikey smiles, features softening even more when his son grins back.

𖦹 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀

golden irises watch carefully as his son chomps on his afternoon snack, gently cutting more pieces to place in front of his child, your body lingers over kazutora as you hand your son a bottle filled with milk.

you begin to turn back but not before a larger palms grips at your hips, “gimme a kiss, pretty” kazutora flashes a grin, squeezing at the flesh and you bend over to peck his lips, “i love you” you mumble through his mouth causing kazutora smile to grow wider.

“i love you more, angel” kazutora deepens the kiss but the shrill squeal of his son makes him pull away quickly, “what is it?” kazutora coos, his son clapping his hands together and gurgling incoherent noises.

“yeah? you think mommy should stay home today too?” kazutora laughs, pulling you on his lap and your hand coming up to wrap around his neck and the other wiping the drool from your son’s mouth.

“love” your son babbles, “love you” he adds, grinning at both you and kazutora mouth hung open—you’re left speechless as kazutora claps his hands together, leaning a hand over to ruffles at his son's hair, “i love you more buddy” kazutora grins and his son squeals louder.

“think you can stay home now to celebrate his first word?” kazutora smirks at you and you roll your eyes back, “only because i love you” you mumble and kazutora laughs causing his son to bounce back with the same amusing sound.

𖦹 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

your husband has spent the last hour coaching his bouncing daughter to say her first word, giving her unlimited kisses and cuddles, sugary sweets but alas nothing worked.

“come on princess, say daddy” wakasa coos, picking her up to straddle her squirming body on his hip, she shakes her head throwing the chocolatey cookie in her mouth, wakasa sighs walking her over to you.

“hey mommy, want this?” wakasa holds his toddler out to you, smiling when her violet hues light up seeing you, “i see what you’ve been doing” you grunt, grabbing her and wiping her stained cheeks from the crumbs slathered on them.

“just want to hear her first word” he grumbles, slouching his shoulders as wakasa heads over to the living room, “mommy” his daughter giggles, pinching your cheeks—wakasa stops in his tracks, craning his head back in your direction.

“seriously?!” wakasa whines, stomping back over to you and picking his daughter back in his arms, “daddy, say daddy princess” wakasa begs, lip quivering when his daughter squeals back ‘mommy’—wakasa sighs in defeat but pulls his smile back when she grabs his cheeks, “i can’t be mad at you angel, i know how much mommy loves you.”

you walk behind wakasa, wrapping your arms around his waist pressing your face into his back, “she’ll say it one day, just give her sometime” you mumble, and wakasa pulls his daughter into a tight hug, “daddy” she grumbles through his shirt and you can almost feel the tremble of your husbands back as he softly cries at her second word.

𖦹 𝐑𝐀𝐍

ran has his daughter placed between his legs, watching a children's show in the background while his hands undo her braids. “you know angel, when i was your age i had my brother to torture instead of watching brainwashing shows” ran begins, looking over towards you on the opposite side of the couch.

“it gets pretty lonely being an only child, doesn’t it?” ran adds, smiling when you toss a pillow at him, ran dodges it easily, bending down to press a kiss on top of his daughters head, “she’s a handful already” you snort, watching your daughter’s body struggle to stand and jump into her father’s arms.

“but she’s all mine” ran chuckles, swaying her little body in his hands and smothering her cheeks with kisses, your cheeks burns from the smile engraving on your lips listening to your daughter squeal and babble when ran continues the assault of affection on her.

her little head pokes through an opening on his hold, pointing a chubby finger in your direction, “mine” she yells, giggling when ran scoffs loudly. “mine?” he questions, heaving her body in the air and bouncing his daughter into mid flight.

“mine, mine, mine” his daughter mocks, flashing a toothy grin when ran lowers her to dust kisses on her face, “mommy is mine, all mine” ran coos, even after all the years you’ve spent with ran he still managed to make your cheeks burn hot and body feel flustered.

“her first word” you say softly, climbing over to lay your head on his shoulder and pushing back black strands of hair on your daughters face, “i don’t care if she’s our baby, i am not sharing you” ran winks, wincing when you reach over to pinch his cheeks.

𖦹 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

it’s the gut wrenching sight of his small child curled up against his side, snot dried on his nose and a wheezing noise rising from his chest. rindou wasn’t used to taking care of his son without your help but since the cold had caused you to be terribly sick as well—rindou thought he could manage.

rindou watched in pain as his son gripped his shirt harder, sniffling when he tried to shift, “daddy has to get up” rindou whispers, noticing his son flutter his eyes open and bore the same hues right into him.

“stay” his son whimpers, clutching harder against the fabric till his tiny hands turn a darker color and rindou can’t help but get choked up at the sight—added to the sounds of his son’s first words, rindou is crippling with emotions.

“i’m here, i’ll always be here” rindou croaks, cuddling up closer to his son, humming softly as he rocks him back to sleep. you smile from a distance, watching your husband delicately as ever soothe his sick child.

“you’re going to get sick being that close to him” you gently walk towards rindou and he tilts his head back to look at you, “i don’t care my boy needs me and i’m not going anywhere” rindou smiles, already feeling a chill run down his spine but he truly doesn’t care—rindou knows he needs to be right here for his child regardless of the cold stifling in his chest.

𖦹 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

the first outing with his little girl and sanzu decides on bringing her to his place of work, showing off her uncanny turquoise eyes to his colleagues and a mocking laugh to have them feeling uneasy about how much she’s just like him.

“look princess, that’s ran” he tilts her towards the taller man, her face burying in his chest when ran walks closer examining the small child clinging to sanzu. “jesus sanzu, she’s the spitting image of you” ran laughs, ruffling her hair and sanzu pulls his child away.

“hey, no touching what’s mine. already had to explain that to you about my wife” sanzu growls, smoothing his daughter's locks back to her perfect pigtails. the younger haitani joins in on the gawking, smirking as sanzu coos at his daughter when she starts making a gurgle noise.

“daddy” she looks up at sanzu, his eyes grow in size with a gasp leaving his chest when she squeals again, “daddy!” sanzu struggles to hold her when she starts bouncing in his arms, babbling the name over and over.

“are you crying?” ran taunts, looking over at sanzu as tears roll down his cheeks, “y-yeah, my baby—that’s her first word” sanzu chokes, quickly stepping away from the brothers to fumble around for his phone.

“we gotta tell mommy what you said angel, she’s going to be so proud of you” sanzu grins, his daughter mirroring the same cheeky smile and clapping her hands together—it’s an odd sight from the outside, watching someone like sanzu glow as he calls you bragging about how perfect his daughter is.

sex tape.

━━━━━━━━ his dick, your mouth, infinite will power + a camera.

pairing: eren x fem!reader (college au)

summary: eren accidentally turned in his and reader's sex tape as his final project for the semester. good thing she's down for making a new one.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: filming, sex tapes, mentions of masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), blow job, closet sex, profanity, hand job, nipple play, deep-throating, gagging, overall nsfw themes.

a/n: my sincerest apologies to my family and underage readers but I just had to write this.

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You hear him come in the door of your shared apartment, but pay him no mind, content to keep your thought processes flowing on your final paper, fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Darling?" Your brow furrows. Just a little bit more. “Babe?” One more sentence. And…done! Just in time for Eren to poke his head into the kitchen, eyes sweeping over the room before turning around to continue on his way, realizing you were, indeed, in there and doing an about-face back into the room. “You didn’t hear me calling you?”

“I was trying to finish this section before I lost my train of thought,” you murmured watching the little bar circle at the top as it saved. Tilting your head back, you gladly accepted Eren’s greeting kiss when he came to stand over your shoulder.

“How much more do you have left?” His eyes roamed the screen as if he would immediately know what he was reading.

“It’s halfway done and only eight more sources to find. Most final papers are ten pages altogether. I don’t see why this man had to double it. It’s not like we’re writing our dissertations yet.”

“Maybe it’s meant to be a start to them. Do all the research a semester early?”

“Unless all the upperclassmen are keeping it a secret for some unknown reason, I don’t see that being the end to this means, but whatever. I’ll just be glad to be done. What did you need?” Twisting to look at him over your shoulder, your eyes narrowed when you saw his expression.

“So, I have to tell you something.”

“What did you do now, Eren?” He frowns as he sits across from you.

“Why do you assume I’ve done something?”

“What did you do, Eren?”

“I also resent that you’re saying it as if I’m always getting into trouble.”

“What. Did. You. Do. Eren?” Your eyes narrow further to push him into admitting it. Seems like he’s gotten a little too comfortable with your threatening look if you had to ask him three times. It’s either that or ignore him which he hates, but either way, he was going to tell you.

“Fine! But don’t be mad, okay?”

“No promises.”

“Then trust I’m going to fix it.”

“Okay.”

“Or try my best to, but it’s not looking too good.”

“You are not helping yourself, Eren. Just spill the beans before my anxiety spikes any higher.”

“Okay, so you remember two weeks ago when we made that uh – that sex tape?” How could you forget? That had been a good – nah great night. Your cheeks were heating up just thinking about the way his rough hands gripped your ass, splayed on your back, yanked at your hair. “I’ll take your glossy expression as a yes. Well, funny story, and I’ll just cut to the chase here so you can go ahead and kill me. It would be no greater honor than to go by your hands, my love, but I might have accidentally turned it in to my professor as my final presentation.” After the words spill out, Eren waits with squeezed shut eyes, bracing for a hit. Not that you make a habit of hitting him, or hit him at all really, but of all his fuck-ups, surely this one takes the cake and will be your final straw.

“So it’s not great, but we can just go ask to exchange the flash drives. I assume that’s how you turned it in. While we’re at it, who saves a sex tape on a flash drive. What were you going to do with it?”

“I just wanted to back it up because you never know what might happen. Also, I couldn’t work knowing it was just sitting there on my laptop. I already had to stop twice, and I needed to get my presentation done, so I saved it to the drive, put that in my desk drawer, and deleted the original.”

“I haven’t even gotten a copy, but you got to masturbate to it twice – at least twice,” you pouted.

“I didn’t mean to the first time. I was just trying to transfer it from the camera and you just looked so pretty staring right at me through the screen and your soft moans just started getting to me and the way your ti–"

“I get it. Come on. Let’s go get our tape back. Then you can give me a copy. And we can watch it together, maybe recreate it. After I finish my paper, of course.” He would love that. Really, he would have.

“Yeah, that’s where things get difficult.”

“Why?” You got up, stacking scattered papers and shutting the laptop lid.

“Because it was for Professor Levi…” You froze, gaze slowly drifting up to his. Now you understood. Professor Levi was by far the strictest man on the campus. A complete ass to his students just because he could be. A man who locked the door ten minutes before class started because “if you’re early you’re on time,” then counted attendance as twenty percent of the final grade, who went all the way to ‘K’ on multiple choice test with every variation of the answer to confuse students as much as possible, who would mark the whole short answer question wrong if there was any incorrect grammar as small as a misplaced comma. Levi who was the only instructor that taught professional ethics of all things, leaving everyone required to have it with no choice but to suffer.

“Can I ask why you saved our sex tape on a drive that looked exactly like the one you planned to turn in? Not that it matters since it’s already done…”

“It was a two pack,” he shrugged, fingers running through his long locks at the irritation settling on your face. Not good. Not good at all. “I didn’t want to put it on the one I use regularly in case I lost it or someone needed to borrow it.”

“Right…right. So he’s most likely going to take them home with him. Grades are due on Monday. Before I put my lock-picking skills to use and we entertain going to jail for breaking and entering, we should at least ask him to exchange the drives. So we can at least say we asked if we face expulsion or jail time.”

Eren watches your nose wrinkle with thought, a fond smile growing on his features. “This is why I love you.”

“Because of my knack for being able to get you out of trouble? Believe me, it’s from practice at this point.” He got up, slowly walking back to your side of the table.

“Because you’re smart. And you’re beautiful. And you have an out of this world p-"

“Eren!”

“I was going to say personality!” Leaning back, you squint up at him, face flushed from his compliments.

“Sure you were.”

“I was,” he insists, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “But you do have an out of this world pussy too.” You were out of his arms in a second, easily swatting away his weak from laughter attempts to bring her back into him.

“I’m going to get our sex tape back.”

“Baby, wait.” His feet carried him after you without a thought, hand grasping yours outside the door no matter how hard locking the poorly put together deadbolt was with one hand. He’d have to take another look at that later.

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Breaking and entering was looking more and more like the route they would have to take to you as you watched Levi basically rip Eren’s request to exchange the drives apart.

“You think I was born yesterday?”

“No, sir. Not even a little bit.”

“Yet, you’re still here asking me to accept your “actual” project like you didn’t turn it an empty drive so you could go home and do the presentation.”

“Trust me, the one I turned in is not empty. And the presentation takes way more than three and a half hours to complete.”

“Why did it take you three and a half hours to come back then?”

“I had another final! Then it took time to get home then back here.”

“Right. Sure,” Levi snorted.

“Who hurt you, man? Why are you so suspicious? I have no reason to lie.”

“Besides the fact that you’re going to fail because of the blank drive you turned in. You really think you’re going to get one up on me?” Eren glanced back at you, who was by the door of the office, his eyes going wide. What was this man’s problem?

“Sir, as I have already mentioned, it is not and empty drive. I simply turned in the wrong one which looks exactly like the one in my pocket because they look identical.”

“What’s on the other one then?” The question had him freezing, mind trying to quickly come up with an answer. “You can’t answer? That proves –

“A home video!” you chimed in making Levi notice you for the first time. “It’s –

“Are you in my class?”

“Uh, no sir.”

“Then you have nothing to do with this. Stay out of it.”

“Don’t talk to her like that.”

“I’ll speak to her, either of you, how I want when you come into my office demanding things from me like you’re owed something. Well, you’re not. You’re like every other entitled student on this campus who thinks they can just float on by without doing an ounce of work or being held accountable for their actions. Rest assured you will not be getting such treatment from me. You should have paid attention to what you were turning in.”

Eren stared at the shorter man, fed up with his attitude, tired of his shit, and not about to let him get away with even thinking he was gonna tolerate it being directed at you. He came to a single conclusion. “So, you won’t accept it and consider taking off late points,” he tried one last time, glancing down at the baskets drives lining the edge of the desk.

“No.” Well that was that then.

“So, I’ll start by saying you’re being an asshole, Professor Levi. A massive, colossal one. No one likes you. Not because you’re an asshole. Take it from someone who knows, it is possible to be a lovable one. There’s being strict and there’s being an unforgiving piece of shit who doesn’t give second chances or understanding that no one, least of all yourself, is perfect. Your whole self-righteous crusade to teach us all a ‘lesson’ is just an excuse to impose your self inflated ego and self importance on the rest of us because obviously you’re so cut up about people your age not giving a shit about who you are. Well, do you know who I am?”

Eren should sometimes really shut the fuck up.

“No and frankly, I don’t give a damn. I’ve heard enough of this. Get out of my office.”

“Good. Sorry, not sorry.” Before Levi could react, Eren’s arm swept across the desk knocking each basket to the ground, their contents littering the floor in front of the desk, some sliding underneath. Paying no heed to the enraged spluttering, he dropped the correct one to the ground and you will never know how he kept track of the correct one when there were thirty that looked exactly the same in the sea of drives, but he scooped it up, kick the rest around some more, and was pulling you out the office by the wrist, breaking into a run as soon as you both rounded the corner.

 “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Me either. It won’t matter if we can’t get away though.” He rounded another corner, then another towing you along.

“I don’t think he’d come after us.”

“Won’t chance it.” you almost ran into him when he came to a sudden stop, arm nearly being ripped off when he yanked you in front, shoving you into a custodial closet and stumbling in behind you. The door slammed with a loud cracking and you barely had time to get your bearings when you heard a, “Well, shit.” Turning around to face him, you followed Eren’s gaze to the floor where the thing they’d maybe just committed assault for fell from his pocket and got smashed between the door and its frame.

“So…that was all just for nothing.” He looks like he’s about to cry.

“Well not nothing. We won’t be expelled for giving a teacher sexual content. A multitude of people, some who I’ve never met before won’t see my vagina.”

“That was the only copy. I deleted the other one from my computer. I-I- that video was so hot! Like some of our best sex ever…and now it’s just gone. Do you think it’s too crushed to put back together enough to at least get the video?” you bit your lip, taking in your boyfriend’s forlorn expression that had been heated and passionate not a whole minute ago; his tall figure and long legs that had been towering over Levi; his fingers that had been pointing near the man’s face, now curled into a fist, thoughts flashing of how they could curl in your hair.

“We can make plenty more videos. I’m always down for trying to top our best sex. Now doesn’t seem like a bad time. I think we’ll be in here for a minute.”

“What, bae?” He looked up at you noticing how the pink in your face had worsened than it had been when he was trying to get them away before. The professor could do something about the stunt he pulled. What was thought to be anger turned out to be completely different, he would learn when you were pushing him up against the door, bits of the broken flash drive crunching under their feet as your mouth connected with his.

You took full advantage of his surprise, tongue dipping purposefully inside swirling around his, your own saliva pouring in. He doesn’t have much presence of mind to do anything else but take it while your lips move against his, unable to keep up in his confusion and quickly decreasing oxygen levels. It’s only when you pull back, heavy eyes on him as you swipe at his upper lip, warm breath being exchanged between you two that he can voice his curiosity.

“Not – not that I’m complaining at all, but what’s with all the, uh, affection all of a sudden.”

“Nothing. It was kind of hot- really hot. I just- just- Levi has been such an asshole to you, to everybody, this entire semester and seeing you finally giving him a piece of your mind or what he really deserves…” you trailed off letting his low groan when your hand slithered between them to palm his waking dick through his sweatpants finish off your thought. Your free hand gripped his chin pulling his lips down to meet hers again, moving sensually, tongue giving light teasing touches as you stoked his dick to erection.

His swollen lips and dazed eyes were so cute as you sank to your knees in front of him, his breath hitching at the slow tugging down of his sweats and underwear. A thrill coursed through you when the swelling pink tip was uncovered, the soft ridge just above the foreskin, the veins that ran along his thick shaft. Your lip worried in between your teeth when you pushed his bottoms all the way to his ankles, attention fully on the fat cock hanging proud between his thighs, the beautiful curve that always had your own pressing together to stay the growing throb between them.

You could already feel your mouth watering, jaw preparing for the familiar ache of taking him down your throat. But first, you grabbed at the end of your shirt, stretching it up and over of your head to rest on the back of your neck, and enjoyed the hitch of his breath when you did the same thing with your sports bra, the material just a little bit more restrictive than the shirt. That was fine. You had no reason to free your tits other than the fact that Eren loved them so much. His cock twitched when you ran gentle fingers over the soft skin, a sigh eliciting as you brushed over your own tender peaks. You looked up at your boyfriend who as utterly entranced. Yeah, you had great tits, but that wasn’t what you were on your knees for.

“Aren’t you going to video me,” you breathed just the way he liked and was rewarded by a bead of precum forming at his tip, a groan as you took the warm weight in hand. His eyes looked so wild, glancing down at your hand that began to stroke his length softly. Sometimes it was so easy to get him. “Eren, video?”

“I-I don’t have the camera.”

“Use your phone, old man.”

“…” He trailed off in a murmur as your hand started twisting and massaging, palm feeling the veins running along it intimately.

“What was that?”

“Left it…at the…the apartment.” This boy. The fingers you had fumbling phone from your back pocket was at complete odds with the dexterous up and down of your other hand. You wished you could see the flex of those beautiful abs you worked so hard on together, and you had half a mind to make him tuck the hem of his shirt and sweatshirt into his mouth.

“What would you do without me,” you ask, swiping left and starting it for him, knowing he would most likely forget.

“Be stuck with my right hand for company.”

“Take this,” you guwaff and Eren does as you tell him to, grasp weak as your now free hand massages at his thigh so close to his balls. “Hold it up. Can you see me?” It was so unfair how cool you were about this after all but jumping him in a janitor’s closet, but as he takes the device into both hands to have some semblance of steadiness, your face comes into view and he forgets how put out he kind of, but not really, is. Yeah, you're right down there in front of him, but there was just something about seeing his girl’s pretty face, those perfect tits, her looking so hungry for him on the phone. Yeah, he already knew he wouldn’t last long.

He watched intently as you stared up at him through the screen and him back down at you and you started just like you did everything, slow and steady working into an easy twisting rhythm. His abdomen flexed all on its own, anticipating the first touch when your pink tongue peaked from your mouth, breath holding as you leant in.

The long jittery sigh he released when your tongue swiped over his smooth tip, excited you, made you trace its soft spongy ridge with your thumb before closing your lips around the warm mushroom tip. He whines so sweetly when you suck, tongue laving at the opening, tasting salty droplets. Eren’s face flushes even more prettily when your mouth slides down his length, easing him over your tongue and down your throat, coating his dick in spit. You knew damn well he liked it wet.

“Mmh- fuck, baby.” He never had a filter when it came to sex or anything really, but if he felt good, he wasn’t going to stop it from being known. Noisy is what you called him, but he had no intentions of keeping quiet as the warm wet insides of your mouth sheathed his sensitive dick, hot tongue running flat along the underside as your head came back up and dipped back down taking him deep within.

Eren never felt the need to brag at his size, but he knew it was above average, yet you took it like a champ every single time, nose brushing the skin around his base, leaving more slobber to drip down when coming back up in your steady rhythm. He forgets the video, head smacking back against the door, hand threading through your silky strands just feeling the pulse, the heat, and wetness, and suction. The suction. “Y-your so good- g-great at this…”

You hummed in response, eyes drifting from the camera up to his face. How his throat bobbed, veins bulging, lips hanging open as he groaned out yeah’s, ah’s and a lot more. His hips were chasing when you pull off, the hand on his thigh the only thing keeping him back.

“The camera’s tilting, Eren,” you huffed catching your breath, eyes straying to your reflection in the shiny veneer of a vacuum, seeing bits of saliva on your chin, the quick movements of your hands.

“Mhm.” It jerks back level and you're on again, swirling around the sensitive reddened head, arousal spiking between your legs when his fingers held tighter to your hair, at the strained curses that meet your ears.

“Quiet, Eren. Someone’s gonna hear.” you're no help, cheeks hollowing as you sink back down on him. “I- hah- know.” And then he proceeds to moan rather loudly, grip tightening further when you squeeze enticingly at his balls. “‘S hard.” Okay, so she was being purposefully difficult, but it was all to the ends of pushing his upper garments up.

“Put your shirt in your mouth.” when you have him by the dick like this, Eren is so wonderfully obedient, doing what you say without question. To him, it just means he can mewl and whine even louder without inhibitions. To you, it couples with the pleasing image he poses, so hot with sweat on his brow, jaw clenching around the cloth, hand pulling at your scalp almost painfully.

You had loved him for as long as you could remember, had always been his biggest fan, his biggest support, and yeah, you thought he was cute, but somewhere along the way your boy had gotten hot, despairingly hot. It made a girl want to touch herself at seeing the expanse of tanned abs forming into the promising V of his sex muscles.

The shy, sweet urges you used to have in regards to him had transformed into something you hadn’t previously known existed until he’d fucked his aggression out on you one night and Eren felt guilty, but it just opened new doors for you. Doors that involved moaning around his cock as you sucked him off in a custodial closet because you couldn’t control yourself. Doors that had you palming your breast and tugging at throbbing nipples because the ache in your jaw, his heavy weight in your mouth dragging along the top of your mouth made your core burn hotter, made you want to work harder.

It’s the increased vibrations around his dick, peak building, that encourages Eren to pry his eyes open and look down. Miraculously, you were still in the frame, his dick quickly sliding in and out of pretty pink lips, your eyes closed in a blissful expression, tits jiggling with the motion. There’s nothing he can do to stop himself from breaking your pace by trying to make it his own, the hand in your hair becoming an active participant.

Your eyes open, go wide as he moves your head instead, fingers dropping from your breast and holding on his hip to stop him if necessary, but you didn't have to worry too much even as you do slacken your jaw a bit to let him fuck your throat. It only takes a few thrusts in that perfect pressure and suction, the sounds of sloshing saliva and your moans, occasional gags that pushes him over the edge.

Pleasure surges through him, shirt falling from his mouth as he keens his orgasm, cum spilling copiously into your mouth and he can feel more than see how you gulp it down eager to swallow it all. It’s your personal challenge each time you blow him to take it all, and Eren would love to help, but the copious amounts of cum he ejaculates is out of his control…and he also thoroughly enjoys the messy view when you can’t.

It’s after you push off that he comes down enough to see that you almost managed, just a few drops falling from your jaw to your chest, staining those amazing breasts. He looks away, occupying himself with stopping the recording. As much as he would love to fuck you in this closet, it probably wouldn’t be the best decision lest they get carried away and are found. But he lets it be known that he would be returning the favor as soon as they got home when he helps you up and uses fixing your clothes for you as an excuse to tweak the nipples he loves so much.

“You don’t have to. That was all me.” you grabbed another brown paper towel from the stack next to you and wiped your face.

“I want to and I don’t plan on stopping at just returning the favor.”

“Oh…”

“Plus, I don’t know how much a vid of you blowing me will do for you,” more than he will ever realize, “so we have to make a completely new tape.” you're already barely ignoring the slickness of your underwear and now he’s promising to take care of it when you already resigned yourself to finishing your paper?

“I have work to do.”

“You and I both know that it isn’t due for another three days. What’s one night? You’ve been working hard for the last month.”

“I don’t want to be working on it at the last minute. We can have sex after.” Once you're both presentable and the bits of shattered drive are in Eren’s pocket because maybe there’s a chance of fixing it, he takes your hand, swinging it in between them and leans in.

“Or we can do it after, incorporate a little bit of role play with that schoolgirl costume Sasha couldn’t convince you to wear last Halloween. That would be a fun tape to make. Besides, I know you’re already nice and wet for me.” you found yourself flushing at all of his words but focuses on the ones you could deny most readily.

“I am not!”

“You always get wet blowing me, babe.” He opens the door and peeps out.

“So?”

“So, I gotta take care of your out of this world pussy. Coast is clear. Let’s get going.”

“Oh my-"

You shake his hand off, brushing past him and out into the hallways.

“H-Hey! Baby, wait! You have to keep watch and makes sure no ones around.” you didn’t turn around once, listening for his footsteps hurrying to catch up and quickening your pace. You needed a little longer to wipe the silly smile off your face. He could not know that you found that terrible line funny.

Or that you were so looking forward to it.

ᥫ᭡ ─ PEEK-A-BOO! ⸝⸝ shuji hanma.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ bully!shuji x f!bimbo!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ your dumb little self can't stop being so clumsy, especially around the biggest school bully, dropping your glasses and getting on your pretty knees in search of them only to just be teased for them..

warnings ⸝⸝ 1.1k+ wc. sws. dc. non/dub-con. noncon recording. coercion. time skip!hanma. college au. reader wears glasses. oral sex (m. receiving). public blowjob. face fucking. oral creampie. cum eating. throat bulging. voyeurism. dacryphilia. asphyxiation. hair pulling. bullying. degrading. slight masturbation. this is so taboo, help. (17+).

note ⸝⸝ yes, reader lowkey kinning velma, she a blind bitch— but BUT, this was supposed to be a kisaki fic but some whore–@dilftaroooo–convinced me to make this mr. turnip heads fic.. *runs on all fours*

“dumb bitch.”

were the first words you heard growl beside you the second your foot overstepped the last staircase. your eyes fall to the polished floors in front, legs buckling and anchoring themselves to the ground, and you can feel your jaw clench in anticipation already in resigned to the discomfort to follow.

your poor knees scrape against the campus floors when you were met with gravity, even when you try to heed your fall; newly painted nails skidding across the tiles, the pain radiates in a way that shatters your brain, or was it just purely embarrassment that made your breathing suddenly shallow?

either-or..

a silent sob prys from your mouth when you try to gather yourself up as quick as you can but hearing all of the snickers of how much of a loser you are stifling around made your breathing hitch.

yet, those slick comments didn't phase you that much; used to the remarks your classmates would always whisper around about you throughout the years..

used to them always giggling at you when you're desperately in search of those glasses that had always fumbled with gravity as well..

used to them always leaving you helpless, walking around you, blissfully unaware of the pain you endure..

you've always damned yourself about those goofy oversized glasses in silver frames because they were always finding themselves on the ground when you did. they've always made you look like a complete idiot in search of them; knees halted to the campus floors, hands sliding against the dusty tiles to find them desperately, not caring about the pile of clipped papers and books that went down too..

you just needed your glasses first. and everyone knew that. but they all only pointed and laughed at your clumsiness before leaving you behind like some dead meat..

“oh, oh, please,” your fingers slide across the tough leather of your books, dipping around them to find those thick lenses, “where are they..” your voice is faint as you ponder, just how the voices that teased you all fainted away slowly when the school bell rung.

so attentive on finding those lanky glasses of yours and worried about being late to class, the clicking of boots that bellowed closer and closer was out of your focus..

“hey, sugar, you wanna know somthin’?” a familiar deep and taunting voice echoes down the stairway behind you. you jump slightly, eyes squinting as your head spins around.

before you can process the blurred figure walking toward you, the man speaks again, “the number of times your dumbass has dropped these ugly ass glasses is the same number of girls i’ve fucked,” he's close now, feeling the heavy presence of the mans taller frame leaning down to you.

“and that's a lot.”

“h-hanma?” you know that snarky voice laced with foul intent by heart.

his screaming taunts always stung you and left a ringing in your ears throughout the years of his brutal harassment. just hearing his pitched voice made your skin cold, hands to even cramp up from the memories of him flinging your glasses across the room to only watch you crawl around for them before stepping on your newly painted nails with the heel of his boots.

“in the flesh, cutie.” hanma cooes before flicking at your forehead, a gentle pang from his pointer finger to your skin.

“leave me alone, asshole.” you pry away from him, trying to swat away his inked hand from your face.

“oh? fine then. i was tryna be nice and give you your glass but you wanna be a bitch–”

“no, give them to me.” you go to stand up quickly but the sudden familiar sharp sting to the roof of your hand kept you down. wincing at the tough feel of his boot imprinting against your skin made you whine, bones feeling as if there being crushed between the sole of his shoe and cement.

“hanma! get off of me! that hurts!” your free hand swats at his leg, only to take a new route of actions quickly; gripping at his thigh instead when he put more of his weight down.

“you gonna stop being a bitch then?” you almost pout at his words but instead you simply nod, too weak compared to him so what's the point of fighting him off when you know he always wins in the end?

“eh.. i don't know if i wanna give 'em now. you hurt my feelings.” you can practically hear the laugh he's holding in his chest slip through his teeth.

your burning eyes flicker up to his; partially a blur of a face but you can see the outline of that shit-eating grin he always holds highly around campus imprinted on his lips. hanma didn't mean to twist his tongue in his mouth and loosen his death grip on your hand, but he never realized how pretty your lips look when you pucker them up into a frown; the heavy gloss on them shining just like the stinging tears pricking at your lower lash line..

he truly never cared to even notice how the mesh of your skirt raised higher than it should have when you're on your bruising knees after a hard, embarrassing fall..

or even cared to realize how pretty you really do look on your knees in front of him..

hanma swallows down that bubbling feeling in his belly that rises at the pleaing look you give him. but seeing you almost whine, desperate with mercy in his hands, he couldn't help the way how his pants suddenly stiffen around him, feeling how the growing bulge in his jeans press painfully against the leather of his belt.

“heh, fine. you want them?” you nod vigorously, eyes squinting and seeing his hands motioning around your face, but hearing the clasp of a belt unclip made your brows knit together.

“have 'em.”

hanma frees your hand from under his heavy boot, and you can feel your blood rush to it instantly but the second your hands reached up for your glasses, your blood could only pump faster, feeling something harder and thicker than the silver hinges you're used to holding.

your hand flinches back. eyes now open all the way like someone was prying them apart, trying to get a good look of that thick blur prodding in front of your face.

“h-hanma? what're you doing? what is that?”

“do you not want your glasses?” he cooes, voice whisked like auditory caramel, “they're right in front of you.” hanma nudges himself closer to you, just enough to smell the deep husk of him and caving you in with your back staggering against the wall behind you.

barely, the focus you were putting in rushes; a fuzzy image of his pretty long cock in chastity that drools with a pearl of pre, his cock swinging heavily close to your face with your bent glasses resting close to his dark-haired base. your brain stutters, mouth left agape at the surreal sight.

hanma? the shuji hanma, your worse bully? prodding his beating cock at your lips? in the campus stairway halls?

the air felt as if it became thicker, harder to suck in when your focus moved to the side, seeing how his long legs caved you in, a lanky hand pressing against the wall beside your head.

“c’mon. quit actin’ stupid ‘n suck my cock already or your not getting them.” he's already nudging the crown of cock between your pursed lips as he enunciates.

all of this was happening too fast, your brain was still trying to catch up on how you even fell in the first place. but now? you couldn't even understand if this was a fever dream or not.

you try to push away, eyes wide, owlish-like, confused as to why this was even happening. yet, that irk of an itch in the back of your brain was bugging you, feeling the cool air hit against your panties that suddenly drool a little with your slick..

that itch in your brain screaming out to you to finally get some dick, even if it was your bullies fat and pretty dick..

and soon, that annoying itch was quickly brushed off the second you allowed his prodding tip to break past your pretty lips..

“mm, good little slut. open wider, gonna take a whole lot more than just this.” hanma groaned, head hanging low against his chest as he watched you take in more of him.

those golden eyes never left you, not even for a second, even if he heard people walking around the halls. he was too focused on the way you wrap your pretty lips around his length, the warm feel of your mouth before dipping further in, feeling the way your throat contracts around him.

your hands reach out for stability on his thin legs, gripping around them tightly when ‘sin’ rooted itself into your hair, fisting it into a ball to push you down against him faster.

“oh, fuck,” his eyes narrow, hooding into slits, only seeing a thin line of yellow glowing under his lashes as a smirk runs along his face, “why haven't i done this before?!” the fingers at the back of your head knot firmly into your hair, almost threatening to pull it from the roots.

your eyes almost knock to the back of your head when he crushes you fully against him, nose being tickled by the dark hairs at his base and the cold feel of your glasses.

tears begin to quickly prick from your eyes, nose beginning to run, and drool slipping from the sides of your mouth as he guides your head faster and faster over his cock. the tight feel of his cock head jabbing at the back of your throat made you whine around him, hips shifting around and a sharp pang to shoot between your thighs.

your hand twinges, quickly guiding itself down between your bodies and past your thighs to relieve that ache of tension. the pads of your fingers run along the sticky trail against your panties, adding pressure to your weeping clit that throbbed at the slightest touch.

“you getting off to this, whore?” hanma growls, a guttural moan scraping at his throat, “like being used like the hole you are?” he grows harder, forcing your throat to work him in and out of you at his impatient, incessant pace.

“answer me slut. you like this, don't you? playin’ with that little pussy while i use you?” he tugs the back of your head, making your lips pop off around his cock. bubbles of spit drool off the fat of his tip with a slimy string connecting to your lips.

you go to respond, a heavy breath of air catching in your throat but he was only toying with you, wanting to catch you off guard and stuff your pretty mouth full again. wanting to make you retch around his sheer mass that stretches your throat, a subtle bump of his cock bulging through when he slides back in.

his hands clapping around the back of your head to keep you in place, your mouth struggling for any agency. you try to flatten your tongue and try to drop your jaw as much as possible, licking lightly and stroking against the underside of his thick cock, but it felt impossible with his size to make some room without cramping up.

“yeah, keep playin’ with yourself like that, this the only attention you'll get from me, stupid whore.” pleasure was rising messier and greedier the more he rocked you back and forth. the sudden bucks of his hips sync with the devoted bobbing of your head that drove on with a singular intent.

though the words that slipped through his lips along with strained moans stung you, you do as he says; your fingers rolling around your panties with enough pressure against your sensitive bud, pinching and lolling it over, till you were moaning in coeval with him. you tease your clit, the smooth pads of your fingers running along the messy pool of your arousal as hanma can only scoff.

“never knew you were so fuckin’ filthy,” he titters over the loud bubbly slurps you provide around his cock, “‘n–fuck–never knew your throat can handle me like this.” his head lolls off to the side, craning over with his jaw hinged open.

his harsh words shouldn't have affected the way they did, but you can only moan around him, the tingle of vibrations makes the apple in his throat to bob.

trying so desperately to breathe but forgetting how to tell your body to do so, you can only hope he was close before passing out.. and so, you try to run your tongue over his cock to heed your help, soon feeling a particularly prominent, rising hardness begin to stand.

hanma didn't even want to give you a warning either, enjoying the sappy tears that roll down your flushed cheeks, makeup drooling along the streams as well. you looked so pretty below him like this, crying over him, desperate need to breathe all because of his fat cock. he couldn't help it, bucking his hips hard enough till your eyes squeezed shut and feet to tap against the floors.

he couldn't help it..

the desperate feel of you trying to prove to be able to handle the frantic indulgence and pleasures coming on stronger for his needs, he couldn't help but pinch your nose close.. watching the way you try to pull back when he forced you back against his base, suffocating you with the fat of his cock.

the heavy and hot tears that clump up around your chin drip down, just how his thick ribbons of cum shoot in the back of your throat. feeling your mouth being filled quickly with his hot sticky mess, some pooling out the sides of your mouth made your brain numb.

and you couldn't tell if it was the lack of oxygen or the high feel of your mouth being used for the pleasure of him till he popped and your pussy to drool even more..

“fuck, yeah, yeah, take all that fuckin’ cum,” his calloused hands keep you hostage to swallow it all, deeming you till you did, “any slips out ‘m breaking these glasses, bitch.” he snips.

finally, he lets you pop off his cock, but the recovery was short-lived, ‘punishment’ pinching into your stained cheeks, “y’know, just as pretty as you look on your knees, you look a lot hotter on camera.” he grins.

₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭ @getoswhore — refrain from plagiarizing, translating, modifying, and/or reposting my work!

Title: Cherry Red.

Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader x Yandere!Geto (JJK).

Written in conjunction with this ask from @eevwrites.

Word Count: 1.9k.

TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Nonconsensual Drug Use, Implied Stalking, Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Overstimulation, Biting/Marking, and Slight Dehumanization.

Really, your only mistake had been choosing the wrong savoir after Satoru had slipped something into your drink.

Satoru was obviously, visibly, undeniably a creep. That much was obvious from the second he approached you, neon pink cocktail in-hand and that degenerate grin plastered across his lips. He was sketchy, but he was also rich, and fun, and willing to dance with you hours after the rest of your friends had called it a night. Suguru wasn’t a creep – or, he didn’t look like one, at least. When your vision started to darken, when it became harder than it should’ve been to put one foot in front of the other, it was his chest you stumbled into, using what was left of your consciousness to beg an imposing, aloof stranger to get the bartender’s attention and help you. It was what anyone else would’ve done. It was what you would’ve done, if the roles had been reversed.

It wasn’t until you felt his arm wrap around your waist, until you heard him call so lovingly to Satoru, that you realized how badly you’d fucked up.

Still, stumbling halfway across the club and throwing yourself at a total stranger must've attracted some attention. As Suguru gathered you in his arms, the bartender rounded towards you, eyeing your limp form and Suguru's slight smile warily. “Someone had little too much to drink,” he explained, nonchalantly. “It’s fine. Her boyfriend and I are going to take her home and make sure she gets tuck her in.”

‘Your boyfriend’ being Satoru, apparently, judging by the way he clung to Suguru’s side as you were carried out of the club entirely and piled into the backseat of an inconspicuous black car. Suguru drove and Satoru hovered over you – gnawing hickeys and bruises into your throat until you were too far gone to care.

Whatever they’d dosed you with, it was strong. You were strung out for most of the ride, only vaguely aware of passing scenery, Satoru’s keening whines, and Suguru’s gentle reminders to ‘wait, ‘toru’. By the time you felt your body being lifted, you were beyond the point of deliberate movement – your mind hyperactive, eager to latch onto every little sensation and spiraling thought, but unable to do much more than remind you to breath as you were hauled through a shrine courtyard and into a small, dimly lit backroom; the priest’s personal barracks, if you had to guess. Satoru babbled while Suguru lowered you onto a large, plush bed, and despite your best efforts, you caught most of it. “—and that’s when I knew it had to be you.” Suguru spared you an apologetic smile, his nimble hands moving over your body as he carefully removed your dress, then your shoes, then your panties, stripping you bare with all the care and all the tenderness of an avid collector undressing his favorite doll. “I mean, it took a few months, but I wanted it to be romantic, y’know? Suguru doesn’t get it. He thought I’d be happy with just anyone.”

“It took me a while to come around the idea. I might’ve gotten a little jealous.” You could only wish he would’ve stayed that away. “Come here, I need to show you what you’re doing.”

Suguru dragged you into his lap, keeping your upper body propped against his chest while spreading your legs apart in front of him. Satoru took his position eagerly between then, his eyes fixed on your cunt. “This,” he started, using two thick fingers to spread the folds of your labia apart, “is what you’re gonna fall in love with. Make sure you’re always paying attention to her clit – aw, look, it’s already poking out.”

It was humiliatingly clinical – how he touched you while explaining your anatomy in-detail, using the pad of his thumb to show Satoru how to play with your clit, dipping two fingers into your entrance while extrapolating on the importance of proper preparation, gathering your arousal up to make sure Satoru knew what it would look like when he was doing a good job. “Remember to be gentle. She’s going to be a lot more delicate than me,” he said, while curling two fingers inside of you, filling the bedroom with a rhythmic, humiliatingly wet sound. Your couldn't seem to open your mouth, and yet, little whimpers of discomfort and mewls of pleasure escaped your parted lips without resistance, each new noise drawing Satoru that much closer. “You’ll just be using your mouth, for now. We can talk about hands once you’ve shown some restraint.”

And yet, Satoru’s hands still found their way to your thighs, kneading mindlessly while Suguru split you open on his fingers. You tried to shake your head, to squirm against him, to tell him to stop, but the closest you got to anything coherent was a pitchy, keening sound not totally dissimilar to the whines Satoru would let out every now and then as he ground half-consciously into the mattress. You tried not to feel anything, either, but Suguru’s hands were so big, and his chest was so warm against your back, and with Satoru all-but drooling over your pussy, it would’ve been impossible not to come undone the second his palm ground against your clit and he spread his fingers apart inside of you, nursing you through your orgasm while making sure you were on fully-display. “See how she’s clenching down? That means she’s trying to milk your cock – you’ll get what I mean, once your inside of her.”

If only for a moment, your panic overshadowed your paralysis. Thrashing to either side, you did your best to fight against Suguru’s ironclad hold and finally spit something out, even if your voice was still barely stronger than a whimper. “N-No, don’t, you can’t—”

It was Satoru who cut you off, this time, albeit without breaking his nonverbal streak. His mouth crashed into yours with enough force to bruise, teeth clashing against yours as he shoved his tongue down your throat in less of a kiss and more of a prolonged attempt to choke you to death. It hurt, and you tasted blood, and if you hadn’t known better, than you would’ve thought this was his first—

Oh, god.

As if this couldn’t have gotten any worse.

He didn’t stay focused on your mouth for long. His attention drifted downward – first to your throat, then your collarbone, then your chest, latching onto one of your nipples and sucking harshly. You hadn’t realized how sensitive you were, not until his teeth dug into the plush of your breast and you let out a fractured sob, tears blurring your vision. Suguru’s response was instantaneous. In a fraction of a second, his slick-stained fingers were tangled in Satoru’s hair, prying him off of you entirely. “Gentle,” he repeated, his tone strict, authoritative. “Before I decide you need to be muzzled.”

For what it was worth, Satoru seemed apologetic. After Suguru loosened his hold, he nuzzled into your chest, lapping over his past love bites with the flat of his tongue. “’m sorry, just got excited.” And then, smiling up at you, “You didn’t mind, right? I mean, she definitely doesn’t.”

You had no idea what he was talking about, not until his head dropped to your cunt and he buried his face between your thighs, his attention suddenly solely dedicated to your pussy.

There was no attempt made to use his hands. Despite Suguru’s instructions, he ate you out like a starving animal – his tongue fucking into your cunt as the bridge of his nose ground mindlessly against your clit. Suguru kept his hand in Satoru’s hair, petting gingerly over his scalp as he watched Satoru drool and lap at your cunt. “Use your entire tongue, and don't inhale. She’s not going to be impressed if you manage to drown yourself in pussy.” Suguru tugged lightly, and Satoru let out an unabashed moan, the reverberations going straight to your core. “Don't get distracted, either. Don’t you want to know what she tastes like cumming on your tongue?”

Another moan, another rough buck of Satoru’s hips into the now disheveled sheets. He was terrible, and messy, and loud, and it was humiliating how quickly you lost control of yourself – going stiff against Suguru as Satoru all-but tore your second climax out of you. Suguru grinned against your throat, almost purring with satisfaction. “Good boy. So dedicated, so sweet.” He let go of Satoru’s hair – cupping your face, instead. It was only as his thumb traced over your cheek that you realized you were crying in-earnest, now. “She’s tearing up, ‘toru. That means she wants you to keep going.”

A mix of your arousal and his saliva stained the inside of your thighs, dampening the sheets underneath you, but he didn’t pull away – too caught up in your taste or Suguru’s praise to stop. It might’ve been the overstimulation, or the drugs, or some impossible, nebulous factor you couldn’t so much as begin to guess as, but time seemed to blur together, reality buckling under its own weight as Satoru wrung another orgasm out of you, then another, then another, as Suguru continued to shower him with praise and affection and promises that you liked him, that you wanted this, that you were only crying and thrashing and trying to snap your thighs shut because you felt so good. At some point, you lost the will to keep your eyes open, and minutes later, the harsher edges of your consciousness began to soften. For once, you couldn't be mad at your own body's instinctual submission.

You knew you were going to black out, but you weren't scared. By the time your vision flickered out and everything went black, the only thing you could think to be was grateful that you’d be fortunate enough to miss the main event.

~

You woke up what felt like days later, still lying on the bed you’d blacked out in. Their paralytics had worn off, but trying to make a run for it was out of the question. Every part of your body ached – from your hickey-painted chest to your aching hips to your poor, abused pussy – and even if you’d been able to move, it wouldn’t have done you much good. Familiar bodies caged you in on either side, Suguru’s chest still pressing into your back while Satoru clung to your chest, his arms wrapped around your midriff and his nails embedded in your sides. As if you hadn't already been thoroughly marked.

Suguru stirred first, predictably. It wasn’t hard to tell who was in charge between the two of them. “Our little sleeping beauty,” he muttered into your hair, kissing the top of your head as he sat up and shook Satoru away. “We were starting to get worried – must’ve pushed you too hard last night. You almost missed the most important part.”

Something caught in your throat. “…almost?”

“Yes, princess, almost.” With a groan, Satoru sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Immediately, his gaze fell to you, and just as quickly, he was on top of you – pinning you to the mattress, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You should be thankful that Satoru had the patience to wait. I wouldn’t have been so nice.”

You felt Satoru’s hands paw at your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he aligned his stiff, leaking cock with your entrance. He moved enthusiastically, but mechanically, like a trained dog. Like he was following instructions. Weakly, you tried to push at his chest, to get him away from you, but you gave up quickly.

You’d been wrong to be grateful. It would’ve been better to get this over with last night.

At least, then, you might’ve been out of it enough to miss the twisted, blissful, lovesick grin painted across Satoru’s lips as he buried himself inside of you.

he won’t get out of my head. he simply won’t.

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Best thing I‘ve ever read I‘m DYING

house of cards

ft. bully!mikey x reader

+ mikey has built quite the reputation for himself, you can't help but be tempted to make it all tumble down.

cw. dark content, college au, afab!fem!reader, noncon filming and pictures taken, slapping, dom!mikey, toxic mikey, name calling, degradation, objectification (?), writing on skin, he rubs his dick on ur face um yeah, unprotected sex against reader's will, mentions of STIs tho mikey's clean, one mention of piss, death threat, slight overstimulation, bullying.

an. 18+, minors dni. i love mean mikey yup yup make me cry ilysm. this is a drabble okay ?? :) smile and nod or else. 1,8k, not proofread. please lmk if i missed any tags.

The door swings open like a gale of wind attempting to wreak havoc in your dorm. Not a storm, no—Manjiro Sano. You look over your shoulder before plunging back into the comfort of your bed.

"Most people knock, you know." Boots thunder against your cheap hardwood floors, icy and nimble fingers harshly grabbing at your jaw as he leans over the bed in all his mad glory.

"Is that so?" His words drip of venom and the abyss hides itself in his charcoal eyes and midnight hair. "Most dogs behave, you know." You gulp—you didn't think he'd be this mad.

"Are ya gonna explain yourself," You yelp as he pulls your hair and drags you off the bed. "You sneaky little bitch?" He shoves you down on your knees while he plops himself comfortably where you were lying just a second ago. "I didn't—I didn't do anything-" Your head turns abruptly and your cheek stings. Tears well up in your eyes and a sob escapes you. "Wrong."

Mikey lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. "I don't think you understand the situation you're in, sweetheart." His silence speaks volumes, filling in blanks you wish you couldn't read. "Confess to your filthy little sins and maybe I won't make your life a livin' hell." It's terrifying, the way his lips tug into a wicked smile, not a single speck of benevolence in his vicious eyes.

"I might have.. said some things.." His eyebrow quirks up, lithe fingers pointing down at his jeans. "Do I need to help you with every fuckin' sentence? Spit it out already, mutt." You fumble with his belt and the metal clings clearly in your mind. Pulling down his zipper, you gaze up at him—regret washes over you the second his orbs meet yours.

"I told Senju to," You clear your throat when your shaky hands press against the wet patch of fabric, Mikey's cock twitching despite his cold demeanor. "-told her to spread some rumors about you.. They weren't anything serious! Just a little funny-" "Funny?" Mikey clicks his tongue.

"Spreadin' a rumor 'bout me having more STI's than letters in my name is funny?" You don't know what demon possessed you to snort when you were one foot in the grave already, but Satan's never liked you that well. "Oh? You're a brave one, aren't ya?" If he wanted you to answer, he doesn't let you when he shoves your face into the soaked fabric of his boxers.

"Wasn't just one lie you blubbered with that useless mouth of yours," His pupils dilate and the faintest of moans slip out between his plush lips when your tongue wets his underwear and laps at the precum dripping through. "Seems like I can't get it up either, huh?" They're all blatant lies, that much is evident when his cock springs up when you pull the fabric down—it blushes red at the tip and leaks down the sides of his length.

"What'cha even good for if you can't get my dick hard?" You ogle at him with big puppy eyes. It's already hard, you fucker. His dick bounces against your chin, vein pulsating against the flesh.

Mikey presses the tip against your face, admiring the way his cock drools down your skin. Bored by the current flow of the ongoing event, he wraps his fingers around your throat before pulling you towards the bed. His hand tightens its hold before he roughly throws you onto the mattress.

Cold fingers dip underneath your clothing and they make haste sliding each attire off your skin. Barely a few seconds pass with your bare body exposed to the air before he rubs his leaking slit around your entrance. "Wh-what are you doing? Put on a condom already."

"Nah, don't feel like it." He circles your pulsating clit with a hand wrapped around his shaft and a perverse glint in his eyes. "I mean, sharing's caring, yea? If the rumors you poured your heart 'n soul into are lies, then ya have nothing to worry 'bout!" A devilish smile with pitch-black orbs bore into you.

His hand snakes up your body till Mikey has his palm covering your mouth. Eyes drip of obsidian when he impales himself inside you with one deep and painful thrust. You gasp and drool into his hand, being completely at the Devil's mercy. "But lyin' ain't cute, sweetheart."

Rasping against your walls, Mikey's length pistons inside you with fervor and no care of your incessant whining. Legs thrown over his shoulders, his abs flex with each roll of his hips. Mikey's always been a piece of shit—there's not a single person on campus who hasn't heard his name at least once.

Notorious for seeking out trouble and adding fuel to the fire which is his insanity, any person in their right mind would walk the other way when seeing him. Unfortunately for you, he simply came running to you—itching to make you his new victim for his continuous bullying and pestering.

There's nothing he enjoys more than others suffering as a result of his foul actions. Taking your underwear before class, spitting on you when he sees you in the library—hell, one time he fucking peed inside you after fucking you in the public bathroom. There's no escaping his atrocities; one word and he could change the trajectory of your life for the worse.

Is it really that surprising that you wanted to get back at him just once? Though it's clear as day to you now—once is one too many when it comes to Mikey and his limited patience.

You wish you could bring yourself to walk away, but there's no hiding the slick that runs down your thighs every time he drags his fat cock out of your clenching hole. Shame floods your veins and your cheeks heat up at the sheer loudness of each squelch of his balls against your skin.

"This pussy's fuckin' mine, got it?" A paroxysm of pleasure strikes like lightning through your veins, nodding along in a frenzy. His hands dig into the flesh of your hips, tongue darting out to lick his lip. "If I see ya with someone else I'll fuckin' beat them to death," Clenching around him like a vice, your velvet walls quiver when his mushroom tips kisses against your deepest spot.

"Cunt's got my name on it, but my cock will never be yours." He snickers. You can't bring yourself to say anything back, the heat spreading in your abdomen about to burst, fingernails digging into the palms of your hands and eyes shutting close. "'M gonna-gonna cum—Mikey!" Fingers dip down to squeeze at your nipples with a haze of lust swirling in his eyes. "Look at me when you cum on my cock, slut." Your eyes roll back into your skull and your back arches into his body.

"Cunt's so sloppy, got an expiration date on this shit?" The filthiest and most gutwrenching words spill out of his lips, yet his violent pace turns erratic and a gurgled moan slithers out of his throat when he pinches your clit and you cream all over his cock.

His calloused hand grabs your left leg, squishing the flesh when he presses it close to your chest. "The only dick fuckin' into you is mine, sweetheart." Harsh and deep rams of his shaft into your trembling cunt has you sobbing from overstimulation.

"How 'bout we start a new fuckin' rumor?" Your eyes cross when he flickers at your clit and you jolt against Mikey's clenching muscles. "..Huh?" He chuckles at you despite never halting the continuous 'pap, pap, pap' against your skin. "'This bitch y/n is such a cockhungry whore, throwing herself at Mikey just to be his personal cumdump'," He delivers a sharp thrust, burying himself deeper in your pulsating walls, fat balls hanging low and full of seed ready to blow in your tight cunt. "How's that for some drama?" He snickers at your dazed look. "You got the look already, don'cha?"

There's some rustling on the other side of the bed, but you don't catch it with the way his cock throbs inside of you, kissing that one spot that has you going stupid. "Yeah, that's the shit—squeeze my cock jus' like that," Mikey throws his head back, reluctant to cum anywhere but deep in your womb, but you don't deserve that.

He pulls out with a hiss, cock coated in slick and cum as he tugs and drags on his length with his lips tucked between his teeth. A guttural groan runs throw him as he sprays white seed out of his throbbing tip all over your tits and dripping onto your stomach and bare pussy. A blinding light coats your body and a 'click' resonates throughout the room.

"Ain't ya lucky—you're one photogenic little cocksleeve." Mikey presses his chest against your and bites your bottom lip till it bleeds and you whimper when he licks over it with a nasty grin on his face. "Got a pen or somethin' 'round here?" You're not coherent enough to understand the words tumbling out of his lips, let alone answer him.

You hear him rummage through your room with a light hum and delicate footsteps. "Ah, found one!" Like a giddy little kid, he jumps back into the bed, hands quick to fondle your tits and press against every inch of your skin.

"Don't move." You jerk when the tip of a pen digs into your skin, gasping into Mikey's arm. "I said," His eyes roll and he grips both your hands and push them into the mattress above your head. "Don't fuckin' move."

You trash and shake under his gaze, eyes hung low and focused on your ink-stained skin. "It tickles..!" His tongue darts out in concentration. "Almosttt done.." Mikey sits back on his heels and puts the top back on the pen, chuckling at his work.

"Now, just smile one last time." Your head lolls to your side in confusion, but a lazy tug on your lips will have to suffice. "No, no, no. Smile. Gimme that dumb grin you had when I drilled my cock in ya." Maybe it's the nefarious tint to his grin that has you obeying, a flash blinding your eyes before you can think to decline. When a video and pictures leak and flood social media like a plague, you gasp in horror at the blurry images—it's unmistakenly you.

A lewd video of the invincible Mikey ramming into your pussy and hole sucking him back in with each thrust circulates throughout campus and spreads like wildfire. By the time the original video has been taken down, it's been shared too many times to have any hope of ever disappearing.

Though, the image of your cute little grin with "Mikey's jizz jar" written in bold, blue letters on your lower stomach, right above your pussy—it's his favorite.

— spoiled

After Sae has endured a long day of press interviews, he’s pent up, tired and just wants to go home. But you dressed up all pretty for him today, and you’re desperate for his attention.

Only @saexy could get me to write for Itoshi Sae. Header art is by them and they graciously allowed me to use it in this depravity, please check it out and give them a follow💕

Pairing: Itoshi Sae x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, semi-public sex, piss (Sae pisses inside you), creampie, dirty talk, slight degradation (slut).

Word Count: 2.2k.

Sae would call you spoiled, no matter how much you tried to disagree with him. Rolling your eyes at him whenever he’d comment on it, as though you’d just asked him to buy you a new pair of shoes or the cute plushie you’d seen at the store last weekend (there was no point asking when he’d already bought it for you anyway, he thinks) — but Sae thinks you’re spoiled in far more than just wealth. 

You’re spoiled enough that you get to see every single part of him. Even the sides he tries so hard to conceal and keep from everyone, especially his family. Breaking down the walls to the fortress he built around his heart that he swore was impenetrable until he met you. 

And perhaps that’s why he indulges you so much. Allowing you to climb onto his lap after a long, arduous day of press interviews and meetings as you settle on either side of his muscular thighs. Pressing cherry-stained kisses against the corner of his lips as he tries to ignore the incessant throb in his pelvis in favour of you. 

“You can’t wait until we get home?” He raises a brow, placing his phone face down on the arm of the sofa as he gives you his attention. 

He’d just text his driver to bring the car around, hoping to get home as quickly as possible to take this suit off, relieve the aching throb in his bladder from back-to-back interviews and climb into the shower. And perhaps if he’s lucky round off his evening with your pretty lips around his cock—

“You’ve ignored me all day today.” You accuse, as though it’s his fault he’s neglected you for work, “There was barely even any reason for me to come.”

“Don’t start.” He growls, his Adam’s apple bobs as he feels your lips curl into a sultry grin against his cheek. His rough palms grip your hips as you deliberately grind yourself down on his soft cock as a raspy groan rumbles a the back of his throat, “I told you that you could stay at home, didn’t I?” 

“It’s like sometimes you don’t even want me.” You pout, and Sae has to resist the urge to roll his eyes because it couldn’t be further from the truth. Another one of your elaborate fibs that you like to throw at him whenever you want some attention because you’re the only one he will ever want. 

“Don't give me that shit,” He scoffs, giving your ass a playful spank that causes you to grind yourself down against him, “How could I ever want anyone else?”

Sae feels his cock buck to life beneath you. The warmth radiating through your panties engulfs him as his head lolls back against the couch, the constant throb from his bladder now replaced with desire as he feels his pelvis pulse when your lips meet his in a sultry kiss. 

It’s mind-numbing the way your mouth seems to slot against his so perfectly, tilting your head to the side as you move together languidly. Your tongue strokes against the seam of his lips as they part for entrance and you delve deeper, brushing against his canines before he marches your movements. Stroking his tongue against every single crevice as though he’s trying to consume you whole, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss as he purposefully presses you down on his prominent bulge.

There isn’t time for this, not when the car is on its way. Wondering whether he’d be able to satiate you enough with his fingers before you both had to go downstairs. Or at the very least alleviate the tension enough to satiate you until you were settled in the back of the car, the blacked out windows offering enough privacy to offer you a moments reprieve.

It’s as though you choose for him, pressing yourself against his clothed cock with more urgency as you hold yourself against him. Peppering sticky kisses against the column of his throat as your teeth drag against his milky skin, grazing his pulse point as he feels the restraint he holds inside him slowly begin to crumble. 

“You’re terrible, baby.” He groans, his warm palms splayed against your bare thighs as they slip beneath the hem of your dress. Pushing the fabric up to bunch around your waist as his thumbs dip into the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to your soft folds as he teases the hem of your panties. 

“I’m terrible? When you’re the one that’s neglected me all day,” You pout, before breaking off into a moan as Sae’s thumbs stroke against your outer labia. 

You gasp at the sensation, your lips parted in bliss as Sae takes the opportunity to stroke his tongue against your lips, tasting the saccharine hint of cherry from your gloss as he watches through half-lidded eyes as you continue to grind yourself against him. 

But it isn’t enough. Unsatisfied as he pulls your panties to the side, groaning deep in his chest when he drags two knuckles through your slit to feel how drenched you are already. Your slick webs against his fingers as he pushes sharp precise circles against your clit, enough to have you writhing above him as your hands reach down to fiddle with the expensive silver buckle of his belt. 

It doesn’t take much to have his heavy cock sheathed inside your drenched hole, heaving a contented sigh as he bottoms out inside you. The warmth surrounding him is just enough to have Sae feeling comfortable as the tension in his bladder begins to ease and is replaced by fierce electricity that shoots through his veins as you begin to bounce yourself on his length. Slender fingers smooth along your sides, palming your bouncing breasts through the pretty sundress you’re wearing before pulling the straps down to settle around your elbows. Exposing your tits to his gaze as he hums in satisfaction, pressing lingering kisses against the naked skin as his tongue slips out to flick against your taut nipples. 

You move as though you’re using him for your pleasure, and you are — not that Sae minds. The corner of his lip curls into the slightest hint of a smile as he watches you try to get yourself off, rolling your hips so his cock drags against that velvety spot inside you that’ll have you seeing stars as your lips part in a near constant whine. 

“You’re always so fucking noisy,” Sae tuts, and yet does not attempt to silence you as he spreads his thighs further apart, “Do you want someone to hear?”

“Am not.” You scrunch your nose in irritation, biting down on your kiss-bruised bottom lip in a feeble attempt to silence yourself, but it was barely worth the effort.

“Listen to yourself.” He sneers, rough fingers dip into the plush of your ass as he holds you tight. Spreading your cheeks as he palms them beneath his hands before he starts a rough pace, selfishly using you for his own pleasure as he moves you how he pleases, “Couldn’t even wait five minutes before you were jumping on my cock.” 

“Sae, please.” You whined breathlessly, your head falling forward as he fucks himself into you. 

“That desperate for me to treat you like a slut, is that it?” He grunts, “My pretty slut.”

His cockhead bumps your cervix with each forward thrust, his veiny cock catching against the ridges of your inner walls as you find yourself soaring towards your orgasm. The telltale throb begins to ebb in your pelvis as your clit cries out for attention, sliding your hand down between your connected bodies as you begin to press sloppy circles against the sensitive nub as Sae’s eyes follow your movements to watch—

“That’s it, baby.” He grunts, “You get yours.”

It’s all too much as you feel yourself nearing your release, pearly tears begin to bead in your lashes blurring your vision as you desperately try to blink them away. Your moans came out as debased pants as he kept his rough pace as the coil inside you snapped abruptly, forcing you into your climax as you cried out his name in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” He groans as he feels your tight cunt clench around him as you greedily vie to milk him of his release, burying your face in the apex of his neck as you breathe in the scent of his aftershave. Teeth grazing his clavicle as he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before he feels his own orgasm surge through him like a tsunami, crashing into him in harsh waves as his thighs begin to shudder. 

“Fuck, shit.” He snarls under his breath as you feel white ropes of heady cum begin to coat your inner walls, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he forces you to take all he’s got to give as he empties his balls inside you, “Take it—”

Your chest is heaving, and you think he’s finished filling you with all his potent spunk until you feel it— an unfamiliar warmth begins to spread inside you as your palms immediately shift to press against his chest, trying to pull yourself off his still painfully hard cock to no avail. The fierce grip he maintains on your hips keeps you flush against his pelvis as he fills you to the brim with a warm stream of piss that creates a flood inside you, his pubes tickle your clit as you let out an airy whine at the feeling. His cock works as a dam to keep you full as his hips continue to rock into you sloppily, the back of his skull pressed against the couch as he exhales through clenched teeth. 

“Wait, Sae—” You try to call out to stop him, to escape the sensation but it’s futile. 

He’s completely lost to the euphoria as his face contorts in bliss, revealing the whites of his eyes as the persistent ache in his bladder dissipates and is replaced by smouldering pleasure. Embarrassment begins to swirl inside your tummy at the debauched sight of him, your stretched walls continue to throb around his cock as some of his piss escapes around the base of his cock and soaks his pelvis and slacks. The lewd squelch is shameful as he gives a few more messy ruts, filling the room with the crude noise as you feel the heat burn against your cheeks and the wetness presses against your inner thighs. 

It’s disgusting, depraved, you should be mortified— and yet your clit throbs with desire at the immoral sight. Your hips shift as you reach down to tug the hem of your dress up to take in the sight of him, his piss soaked into his grey Calvin’s as the fabric sticks to his skin. Positive it’s slathered all the way down to the leather couch beneath you as your cunt continues to pulse around him with want, already feeling the familiar heat beginning to build again in your pelvis as you roll your hips into him for some slight relief. 

“Don’t you dare.” He grunts, tightening his grip on your hips to stop you from moving after he was the one to force a mixture of piss and cum into your innocent hole. 

“Sae, I can’t believe you pissed in me.” You whined, feeling the moisture begin to soak into your panties as more of it leaked out of you. Cooling against the fabric as you shift your hips above him, both your eyes on where your bodies are connected as you watch more begin to escape your ruined hole. 

“It’s your fault.” He grumbles, as though you were the one to press down on his bladder. 

“You didn’t tell me you needed to pee!” You pout childishly, jutting out your bottom lip.

“I didn’t get a chance before you jumped me,” He rolled his eyes, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips as his chest continued to heave in his post-orgasmic haze.

“You make it sound like you didn’t want it.” You murmur, squealing when his softening cock begins to slip out of your stretched hole and you feel the final dregs of his piss dribble out of you. 

Sae ignores you, instead his eyes are focused on the mess between your thighs as he drags two fingers through it. Feeling the warmth of his piss and cum mixed with your slick as he watches your body respond intently, throwing your head back with a sharp gasp. 

“You make it sound like you didn’t want this.” He counters, mimicking your tone as he spreads your folds between his index and middle finger to tap your clit. 

“I have to walk home like this,” You gasp at the contact, “That’s so embarrassing.” 

No, he thinks, what was embarrassing is just how easily you had him submitting to you. 

“You act as though I'm going to parade you through the streets like this," He deadpans with half-lidded eyes, feeling the damp back of your dress where it sits against his thighs, "You're only going to go downstairs and get into my car.”

“That still means someone could see,” You whine, your nose scrunched adorably as he had to resist the urge to kiss you.

“Yeah yeah, and who's problem is that?”

His, he thinks as he groans internally. Praying to whatever God was up there looking down on him that there wouldn’t be any paparazzi outside that would catch him in piss-soaked slacks on the walk to his chauffeur. 

And if there was Sae was certain it would be all over social media by morning, and Shidou would never let him hear the end of it.