Who Are Your Followers And Why R We Common Enemies Now?

Sanzu. Takemichi. Mitsuya. Taiju. YUUTA. WAKASA. Mikey Pooh🥺.

When I say “breed me” I don’t mean a cream-pie. I mean I want to be fucked so rough neither of us can think straight. Animalistic, pure instinct. I want you to bury yourself as deep as you can when you come. Then I want you to stay there, plug me up, until you’re ready to go again. And I want you to fuck me with your cum still deep inside again and again and again and

yessss girl you need deserve fresh air who gives a fuck bout friends take in your inner peace by yourself you need be a bimbo princess

xoxo

I really need head though like i need someone to nibblee down bruh and just-🥺

I LOVE YOU THOUGH THANK YOU SO MUCH 😣💖

I really will fuck the living shit out of someone if they have a kazutora hairstyle or just read tokyo revengers manga.

I'm acting up. And yes I like the thrill of it.

Now hakkai please drill me into it

How about I make us some… content…🥰🐈‍⬛💋

Takemichi been on my mind lately…😮‍💨

Y'all. This is the shit. I don't care I'm flicking ms bean tonight.

WASTED TIMES — PIERCER!MITSUYA T.

INFO. my piece for the lovely @haikyutiehoe’s pain tolerance collab <3 thank you again for having me, this was a blast to write although the end feels a lil rushed :(

FORMAT. fic

BYR. minors dni!! look the other way!! please and thank you!!

SYNOPSIS. your piercer is hot as fuck and you just so happen to be his closing customer

WARNINGS. 18+ content, implied needle usage, nipple play, sloppy kisses, tons of spit play, squirting, mindbreak, pussy/cum eating, slight dacryphilia. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY ERRORS.

“The shop downtown you mean?” Your friend’s voice was eager, high, loud enough to make you pry your phone a few inches from your ear to save yourself the potential hearing loss. Your shoes hit the pavement of the sidewalk as you made your way, eyes scanning for the same place you saw on the reviews online. “Oh good luck there, I hear their main piercer is super hot.”

The air was freezing, hitting your skin and making your hands tingle with how cold they became. “Oh yeah?” A hint of nervousness could be heard, hidden in your cocky tone. Whether or not you considered yourself bold and confident, this scenario proved that you were only human, faltering at new experiences.

The anticipation in your gut was heavy, but something felt off. You weren’t sure if it was your outfit choice or the price of your appointment or even the decision of what you were going to grab to eat after this. Something felt weird and uncertain and it left a bitter taste on your tongue.

“I’m almost there, so I’m gonna hang up,” you barely gave her a second to protest, ending the call and shoving your phone in your bag. The bright light up signs about pinch n poke’s illuminated the sidewalk and the cars parked on the side of the street. You’ve finally made it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take another step. The nerves were catching up to you and you took a few deep breaths, plastering a smile and alarming the workers and customers with the bell at the door as you stepped in.

It was obvious that this place was on the smaller side, the waiting room only consisting of two leather chairs and a smaller coffee table in the middle, magazines about fishing and fashion and whatnot spread on the glass top. There was a unique resting area behind the furniture, a small place under the big window where anyone could rest and stare at the cars passing by.

The receptionist was pretty, as well as on the older side, her forehead wrinkling up as she raised her eyebrows at you and offering a warm smile. “You’ve arrived! Did you find this place okay?” She buttered you up, waving for you to come up to the marble desk, shuffling around for a pen.

“I did, but I also looked at a few pics on the internet prior to this,” you admitted with sincere eyes and a shrug, examine the paperwork that she slid your way. You took your time signing in the respective areas, flipping paper after paper.

Music came from the speakers on the ceiling, light rock easing the awkward silence as she waited patiently for you to finish up initialing the documents. It was a little too quiet and you wondered if there was even a piercer here at all, seeing as the waiting room was empty ever since you stepped in.

“Ah,” you tended to your cramping hand, massaging around your fingers as you finally finished, earning a hearty laugh from the woman behind the counter. “That was pretty intense for some paperwork.”

She nodded in response, smile never leaving her face as she reviewed and made sure you answered everything properly. With the given time, your curious eyes scanned the shop once again, noticing little by little that a lot of work had been put into this building. The floors looked recently updated, shiny and polished so well that you could see your reflection if you looked close enough. Many framed certificates were lined up nicely on the walls, as well as pictures of what you assumed were some of the workers proudest pieces.

One was a guy, handsome if you may add, with longer blonde hair and a tattooed dragon on the side of his head. He was flexing his bicep, showing a fresh symbol covering his swollen and red skin. It wasn’t labeled, just hung in a nice place on display for everyone to see if they allowed their gaze to wander.

“Wanna sign up for a tattoo appointment as well?” A smooth voice made your breath hitch in your throat, head instinctively snapping towards the direction and only to be found with one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen.

His hair was a nice length, dark and framing his face nicely. His eyebrows had a matching slit on either side, also dark and contrasting with his pale face. The bags under his deep eyes were dark, he looked in need of a rest. An earring sat on his earlobe, black and round with a cross circling the shape. He had a lazy smile on his face, lips plump and glossy with a recent chapstick application. He wore protective gloves, slender fingers covered in the shiny plastic, the tightness accentuating the very few veins he had.

Suddenly, your mouth became dry. It was weird how that was the only thing you could think about in a moment like this one. Your tongue was dry, it felt as though you hadn’t had a drink in a century. Your saliva had disappeared and you craved water or juice or even some milk. Something.

“I apologize,” you caressed the back of your neck, just now realizing that you were quite literally staring this poor guy down like a predator ready to leap at their prey. You felt your cheeks heat up as you caught him taking a few steps forward from the corner of your eye. His hand placed itself on your shoulder, and once you looked up, you were met with the sexiest smile.

“Let’s get ya to the room, ‘kay?”

Right. A piercing. You were here to get pierced, by this guy, who you heavily assumed was your piercer. That’s what was supposed to happen, that’s what’s expected to happen. So why were you getting excited? Why did you hold your breath as you were embraced by his arm? Why were your panties suddenly becoming uncomfortable and finally, why was your mouth so damn dry?

The hallway felt so unbearably long, you were sure he could feel your uneven breathing in his hold but he wouldn’t let up. Your hands stayed clasped together behind your back as you allowed him to guide you into the final room at the end of the hallway, holding the door open for you before shutting it behind him gently.

Compared to the other areas of the building, this room was especially cold, an AC installed and running in the window at a low setting. You could only keep your head low as you sat your ass on the piercing chair. The lights were abnormally bright and they had you squinting, you wondered if this was their regular brightness or if he just needed to turn them down.

“My bad,” he cursed to himself, quickly turning the brightness down and maneuvering the lamp out of your face. You giggled at how fast he reacted, the laughs leaving one by one slowly relaxing your muscles. The atmosphere he provided was comfortable and you stared with doe eyes as you watched him mess with his tools.

Your piercer must have felt your eyes on him, and he offered a smirk over his shoulder. “Nipples, huh?” A hint of teasing nature dripped off of his words, the sound of metal clashing together giving you goosebumps. “That’ll be interesting.”

Shit. He was really handsome, admittedly, and the fact that his first encounter with you will also include you being topless?

The look on your face made it obvious to him that you were nervous, perhaps even rethinking your choices. That can’t do, no no, it’s his job to make you feel comfortable and relaxed. To do a good job, but even then he could admit to himself that he was a little too excited about this opportunity.

“What’s with that look? You nervous?” He teased on and on, preparing for your piercing, a rush of sudden cold air making him shiver to himself. “No need. I’m Mitsuya, I’ll be your piercer today. ‘m gonna take care of you.”

Butterflies fluttered around your stomach at his words and the very obvious flirtatious tone. You bit your lip, chest rising and falling a bit harsher than it was just moments ago. The cool leather you were seated on helped soothed your heated skin.

The silence reminded you that you hadn’t responded, so you started by telling him your name with a shy glint in your eyes as you peered up at him through your lashes. His hand was bigger than yours, warm to the touch, enveloping yours in a welcoming handshake. It was easy to tell that this guy was a total pro, he made making you feel comfortable seem so easy. This was a skill that could only be learned throughout years and years of experience.

It was finally time. You had been anxious about this piercing, simply because it was not only revealing and personal between you and your piercer but also because it could potentially hurt like a bitch, no matter what your pain tolerance may be. Nipple piercings always appeared sexy, appealing. Despite the months and months of planning, nothing could ease your nerves.

“Have you done this before?” You asked as your breathing increased, Mitsuya’s attention now solely on you.

“I have, yeah. No one quite as pretty as you, though.” You jumped as Mitsuya’s fingers graced your skin. His touch made you oddly sensitive and your panties felt sticky already, how embarrassing. “My apologizes, but we gotta get these hard. Is it okay if I touch you?”

You almost whimpered in response, but the shock held you back. Could they really do this? Is he actually about to play with your nipples right now?

A hesitant nod gave him the green light he needed before his palms brushed them upwards. Your back arched lightly off the chair and you mewled at the sensation. It’s been too long since you’ve been touched, and you knew this was just his job, but your self control was wearing oh so thin.

Suddenly, you were reminded yet again that your mouth was so dry. It was an inconvenient time but it was starting to get irritating. “‘m sorry, do you have anything I can sip on?”

Mitsuya’s eyes dragged from your lips up to your eyes, deep and dark while also holding so much lust and emotion. While you were left breathless, melting at every touch and flick he offered you, he was having an internal war in his head. Questions were flying back and forth on whether he should really make sexual advances, this could damage his entire career.

You were just so fucking beautiful, though. It would be a shame to pass up this kind of opportunity, especially since you were already becoming needy for him.

“Sorry, love,” he murmured, enclosing your body with his arms on both sides of your head, the proximity allowing you to notice his cologne. It was an unforgettable scent, an undertone of citrus with a heavy amount of expensive fragrance. The fumes got you drunk and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out without being fucked. “I don’t have anything on hand for you to drink, we can compromise though, hm?”

You didn’t even feel yourself nod, but you must have, because before too long his lips were covering yours. They were heavy and soft and it felt as though they were magnetic against yours, sliding so nicely, the sounds of gentle slurps and spit being shared making your thighs squeeze together.

He cured your thirst with his saliva, tongues massaging before he sucked on yours gently, his fingers never leaving your jaw. It was good that he had a nice grip on you, otherwise you were sure that you’d slump backwards onto the protective paper around you.

You drank up his spit like water and he let you have as much as you wanted, succeeding in continuing the rhythm the two of you created with your lips. He felt your eyebrows furrow as he kneaded your breasts and his stomach could only twist and turn at the feeling of your nipples hardening so fast with his actions.

“You’re totally lovin’ this,” he murmured, breaking the strand of saliva connecting your tongues, one thumb caressing your temple while the other rolled your bud. He found an almost sadistic pleasure watching your body jolt the way it did, he was out of his damn mind.

Through all of this rubbing and touching and moaning, you hadn’t said a word, only using a hand to cover up your mouth and leaning forward to feel more friction. You were shy and timid.

Mitsuya didn’t like his bitches shy and timid.

“I’m not sure where you’re comin’ from, but I was always taught to use manners,” he emphasized his words with tugs and pulls of your nipple, making your back arch off of the bed, hearts glowing in your pupils in response to his generosity. “What d’ya think? Don’t you have something to say to me?”

“T-thank you. Thank you s’much!”

“You’re welcome, princess.”

There was so much motion within such a small and compact room that the air became thick, nearly hard to take a deep breath in. The piercing was long forgotten, but this was much more desirable. With all of the inconveniences lately, it had been a long time since you’ve been in a situation like this, held and kissed. You only decided to blame the part of you that was touchstarved for whatever happened next.

Mitsuya acted as a fountain filled with the purest water in the middle of some hot ass desert. After miles upon miles of walking without a drink, anyone would be stupid enough to not take at least a sip.

This was bigger than a sip. His hands were traveling lower, your moans were getting higher, the tempo was speeding up and there was no denying the electricity running through your veins. You were being greedy and chugging every last drop.

“Fuck me,” your lips trembled, eyes scanning his blushing face and his bruised lips. A thin coating of sweat made his hair stick fast and somehow a button on his shirt came undone. His sex appeal was through the roof and this only made your panties wetter. “Please fuck me.”

The bed was starting to get uncomfortable to sit on, ass planted flat against the tough material, you were dying to relieve the feeling. Any partner would feel pressure of making the other feel good, but Mitsuya radiated a confidence that created suspense and longing for more. He knew what he was doing, he was skilled and precise and there was no room for improvement because he was simply the best at working a woman’s body.

Within a matter of minutes, your panties were pooling around your ankles, your shirt was pushed up past your chest in a haste. You were exposed and put on display, legs hanging off of either side of the bed. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and became wrinkled, but that was a given. There was something about the way his eyes bore into you that made you squirm and shy away.

In reality, he was contemplating whether or not to take his time, feel your cunt slowly invite him in and milk him dry. Place passionate kisses along the crook of your neck and whisper the words of a saint. Another part of him wanted to fuck you senseless, leave your tits shaking with the force of his thrusts and have you clawing at his back for some form of stability.

So many possibilities, so many different ways to fuck you. He wanted to try them all, he wanted all the time in the world to study your body, learn all of the little things that could make you cum. Most importantly, he needed to hear you whimper out his name and he needed that now.

“You’re precious, aren’t ya?” Mitsuya planted an open mouthed kiss on your neck, closing the space between you two and hooking both of your legs around his waist. It was unexpected just how big of an effect he had on you, the smallest touch sending your hands in a frenzy to find a spot for leverage. You settled with his hair, threading your fingers through the soft black locks. You remembered the singular earring hanging off of his earlobe, wasting no time to lean up and lick and suck around the lobe, dragging your tongue along the shell of his ear and smooching behind it. “Precious girl. It’s too bad I’m gonna slut you out.”

A palm was planted on your stomach, pushing you gently back down, leaving you entirely exposed to his eyes and his eyes only. He could go on and on about how beautiful you looked, splayed out like this, but his cock was straining too much in his jeans. The sounds of the pants unbuttoning made you clench around nothing, pussy slick sliding down your inner thigh.

The pad of his thumb gathered some, sliding it across your clit. Your eyes rolled back at the small bit of attention, but you were sent to heaven at the feeling of his tip flush against your folds, teasingly tracing the outline of your greedy pussy.

His fingers stopped before they were used to spread you, eyes trained on the dripping hole. “Look at ya, fuckin’ soaked,” you couldn’t look him in the eyes, the humiliation causing your heart to drop down to your ass.

“S-stop staring like that!” He was surprised at your bravery, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to chew at. You were just too damn cute. “Please, need you inside already, please.”

Your hand moved on its own, shakily wrapping it around his length, flinching at how warm it was and struggling to wrap the whole way around. You pumped it gently, eyes nearly crossing at the mere thought of it filling you up. A curse cut the sharp air and your hands were pinned above your head, you didn’t have to say anything, begging with your eyes was enough to make Mitsuya crack.

“Be careful what you wish for,” the sloppy noise of his dick fucking into you echoed within the room, both of you gasping into each other’s mouthes at the irreplaceable feeling. Nothing could get better than this, you were so glad you made this appointment. “‘m gonna wreck this pussy.”

Before you could even think about biting back, Mitsuya had your legs in the air, rocking into you with a pace that no one has, your tongue spilling out of your mouth as it hung open. You were like light work to him, he had you bending in different directions, angling his dick just right with ease.

“Fuck!” Your body shook violently as you grabbed at his collar, hands sliding down until they rested on his stomach, which was littered with scars. This guy had definitely lived an interesting life, you decided as you took his cock. There were various marks that probably carried all sorts of memories and he was fucking you so good that you felt as though you were falling in love. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know him after this, but that wasn’t important right now.

Dark orbs followed your tits with every move, his teeth marks surrounding your perky nipples. Your pretty skin glistened with sweat under the ring-light above you guys, accentuating your curves and rolls and any stray marks you may have.

Mitsuya took the time, chasing your pleasure more than his own, gripping your hips and bouncing you against his dick until you shuddered beneath him. “Gonna cum?” His condescending voice was in your ear, bouncing around the walls of your fucked out mind, left unanswered because you truly couldn’t process what he asked. “You are, I feel it, gonna cum all over this cock. Go ‘head, baby. I’ve got ya.”

A thick ring of cream coated his length as he pulled out, your breathing troubled, eyelids wrinkled with how tight they were closed. You were surprised to feel his warmth leave, but you nearly screamed once his tongue lapped at your swollen clit within seconds.

“‘m dirty, Mitsuya!” You swatted at his shoulder, realizing you’ve lost once he swung your leg over his shoulder, tongue-fucking your twitching hole and drinking up the cum your cunt offered. There was no way he was a stranger at eating pussy, he flicked his tongue just right and slurped you up like he’s done it a thousand previous times. This guy was so talented, it left you with tears in your eyes. It was hard to tell what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

It was hot, if anything, that he was so focused on your pleasure and making sure you got to cum. He provided multiple services, whether it be a piercer or a sex partner, and he excelled in all of it.

Once he came back up, you couldn’t rip your eyes away from the sight. His hair was so messy and crumbled from your relentless pulling and tugging. His lips were glossy, parted just a bit, eyebrows raised up as if he were pleased with the taste. The tip of his nose was creamy with your essence, pupils blown wide. He knew he was pretty. He knew his gaze was intoxicating and he used to to his advantage.

“Don’t cry,” your tears were wiped with his knuckle, the trails left on your cheeks kissed away as he slipped his cock back in, your lewd sounds being drowned with his mouth over yours. “No need to, I promise ‘m gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?”

There wasn’t even a window of time to answer him, his cock was drilling into you again, your ankles locking together as they crossed behind his back. The skin of your ass slapped against the skin of his pelvis, both areas sore with the harsh impact. Neither of you let up, the moment the two of you were sharing was way too deep for either of you to care.

Mitsuya’s tongue was flat as it covered your nipple, body bent to meet your breasts, the licking and sucking making your pussy pulse with neediness. Stimulation sent your senses plummeting to the ground, your entire body overwhelmed with all of these feelings.

Your pretty nipples were being rolled around and tugged and played with, wet with his spit, his tongue swirling while the other bud was being flicked and rubbed with his fingers. His cock fucked into you feverishly, your pussy slick spreading across both of your thighs, sticky and wet and hot. Your clit throbbed, begging to be played with, little cunt desperate for cum to fill it.

No one has fucked you like this.

You wanted to cum more than anything, but this high felt different, it felt heavier and you wanted to beg him to slow down. Your fist felt like pokes against his chest, balled up and slamming into it weakly to get him to back up. Before you could choke any words out, your pussy was squirting all over his thighs and dick.

“Atta girl,” the wet feeling was too much to handle, and he found himself pulling out and fisting his dick at the sight of your squirting pussy. You clenched around nothing, moaning like a bitch, voice like a broken record as you said his name over and over again. His cum came in strands, spilling all over your stomach, sliding down your sweaty skin. “Fuckkk.”

Your orgasms were nothing but bliss-filled, the after sex clarity hitting as you both calmed your breathing. Realization hit that you two just fucked upon meeting and suddenly, even after all of that bold sexual activity, you both got shy and couldn’t meet each other’s eyes like a bunch of dorks.

The room was a fucking disaster. Of course, you were both decent people, so you took the responsibility head on considering you were the cause of such a mess. Mitsuya was wiping you up with paper towels, offering you kind smiles as you fixed up your clothing. “So, you still want the piercing?”

{female reader btw}

I'm just thinking.

Toman members come back from a fight and they have nasty cuts but not too serious just the appearance is quite.. Yeah anyways they chilling and healing, most have bruised have eyes and they sting badly but all body pain is forgotten from the moment you pull up and hang with them cause what. the. fuck. are. you. wearing.

This has to be a joke right? That can't be your P.E uniform it's so.. fitting, the curves everything is on display, especially those milker jugs and plump peach shaped jiggly ass. Bruh your shorts aren't even holding it for you but what can you do that's your only uniform you gotta wait another month to get a new set.

Like you ain't dumb you can tell you got them pussy whipped so you make the most out of it and bring out your inner bimbo energy

"Draken, your soooo talll I bet you have big hands OMG YOU DOO???" the hands touching. boner. I have a feeling this man is into ASS and babe when I tell you he can't tear his bruised face away from those planets you call cheeks.. Hmph if only you were officially his.

"Mitsuya, you're not wearing your scarf properly let me fix it for you" you exclaim as you pull him by his BELT and arrange it for him. I swear the suprise groan he almost yelped out would've turned any gender on. The fact he was so vulnerable to the belt pull had him in an internal frenzy. He dont even want to think of you like that cause you in his sewing group but damn. He'd be lying if he said never jerked off to your tits in the school bathroom after you hugged him in the morning. They were so soft and big I- Boner.

Don't even get me started with Chifuyu. You slurped his noodles so loud, slightly puckered your lips, looked at him dead in the eyes, slobs of oil and Japanese mayo on your lips looking like you sucked the soul of someone. You fucking whore wanna know what you did next? "Mmmmm Chifuyu where did you buy the yakisoba it's.. SO GOOD- I CAN CUM AT ANY MOMENT" while you roll your eyes back??? You pornstar. He has the fattest bulge poking out in public, and with a bruised tired body can't he catch a break? He doesn't even know wether to make his moves and fuck you on sight or just fuck you on sight.

These niggas have never been this turned on in their LIFE. Literally Doja Cat's verse

"YUHHHHHH BODY BEEN A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES I JUST NEED IT WOOD LIKE FORTNITE"

Pt. 2 ????

Guys I soaked my bed PAPI ICHIGO😩 💥‼️🛏️

baby, wyd? ichigo kurosaki.

warnings . . . fem!reader, black coded, established relationship, modern au, fluff, erotic filming, mirror sex, smoking ꒰ blunt ꒱, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl position, eating each other’s faces, cuddle fuck, sloppy intimate slow nasty sex lmao, pet names, use of daddy a few times, reader creams, ichigo’s rlly in love with reader.

mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . i did it yall *cries* i finally wrote for ichigo.

ichi ♡

baby, wyd?

cupcake ♡

just got home from work ! whyyyyy? 🥺

ichi ♡

gonna take you out. i’ll be omw in thirty.

   thirty? after all this time he still doesn’t understand how time consuming it is to get yourself ready to go out. definitely when you weren’t aware of where you’re going. your boyfriend didn’t give you any hint so you were unsure of how to dress. on top of that, it was nearly midnight. your late shift at the hospital draining you, and the moment you came home and kicked off your scrubs, the last thing on your mind was to get ready to go out. your bed was calling you. so close yet so far. ichigo had literally messaged you the moment you leaped out of your convertible. sucking it up just for him, you hop in the shower with no further questions. it has been a while since you’ve seen him, both equally busy.

   maybe he just missed you the same and wanted to do something nice for you. or just craved to be in your presence again. weekends were really the only time the two of you were available. the sweet scent of olay white strawberry and mint body wash mixed in with the thick charcoal rag scrubbing against your skin relaxes your body to the fullest. phases by chase atlantic booms through the cream tile of your shower walls, vibrating in your ears inimically as the hot water beats down onto your skin. you made sure to leave the door unlocked for ichigo to step inside, usually welcoming himself in without letting you know. one time having to smack him for being inconsiderate even if he blamed you for leaving it unsecured. cleansing your face and then finishing with your to die for tree hut strawberry scrub, you’re wrapped up in a towel while you brush and rinse your mouth.

   patting dry, you lather yourself in baby oil from head to toe, hair still caught in your shower cap. you smile down at your chubby black cat brushing up against your ankle with a silver anklet labeled with your boyfriend’s name. a gift for your first anniversary. the short feline skips behind you as you stroll through your studio to reach your bedroom, sighing to yourself because you’re suddenly stressed about what to wear. nothing could possibly be open this late to really head out for. he has to be fucking with you. what if you get all dolled up just for him to pull up to mcdonald’s? you’d be irritated, but thankful nonetheless. quality time is all that mattered. even sitting in his car listening to music would mean everything right now. a passenger princess is what he called you one time. you just loved the idea of being around him.

   when he said thirty minutes, he meant it. a heavy knock on your front door before it’s pushed open alarms you instantly. sucking your teeth at his obsession with always being too early. as you’re closing the curtain that blocks your bedroom, out peaks an adorable fluff of tangerine hair from the door, a smile on that face you love so much, teeth bright as pearls.

“hey, cupcake!” ichigo chirps, closing and locking the door before he takes off his travis scott dunks, knowing you don’t allow shoes in your house. he’s picking up the cat the same time he’s glaring at your silhouette past the sheer white curtain.

   he catches you slipping on a piece of clothing over your head, taking off your cap and shaking out your curly head. he respects your privacy by keeping himself from walking in there and smacking your ass as a proper greeting . . . his way of one, at least. takes a seat on the low emerald, velvet textured sectional, the animal in his arms purring as he caresses it.

    “i hate you.”

    it’s the first thing he hears, and it immediately has him cackling. “why? i’m taking you out, aren’t i?”

    “well, yeah, but . . . you could’ve told a girl mid-shift. i would’ve had more time to plan an outfit. i can’t even do my makeup now. my hairs lifeless. it’s midnight. i worked a twelve hour shift, you know that? no consideration for me as a woman whatsoever.”

    “all i’m hearing is that you’re ungrateful.”

   “fuck you, carrot top!” a heavy slap following with a gust of wind is nearly enough to overshadow the low level of slow rnb. ichigo raises a brow at you, slowly licking his lips while tilting his head to the side, humming as he observes you. body clad in a white spaghetti strapped bodycon dress that accentuates all your curves, tits pushed higher due to your bra being adjusted halfway up your back. a hot pink, suede chanel bag hanging on your shoulder. big curls flowing around your face like a greek goddess. an angel.

   “baby, you lookin’ good as fuck. but you're gonna be cold as a bitch.”

   “why?” you frown.

  “we're going to the waterfront pier.”

   a cheerful gasp you bellow makes ichigo’s smile extend, your cat jumping out of his arms from the noise of you jumping up and down. “babyyyy. the birria truck is there! you remembered?”

   “of fuckin’ course,” he leans back with an arm thrown behind his head, hand on his bare stomach he tucked under his white tee. ichigo swings his legs dressed in black adidas joggers inward and outward, elated from the smile still on your face as you giggle and walk around the house in search of a shoe, eyes tracing you. “they're open till 2am.”

   you glance at the oval clock on your wall, pouting. “i didn't do my makeup.”

   “it's one in the morning. we coming back and cuddling.”

   sucking your lips in, you nod.

  “now come give daddy a hug,” ichigo motions you over with his finger.

   standing straight with giddy in your heart, you stroll towards him, your hips switching effortlessly, the silver chain labeled 'daddy's girl’, which you bought for yourself, dangles along with the ocean blue evil eye as you bend forward to press a kiss to your man's soft lips, the tingle from his blistex vibrating your own. he sits up with you standing between open legs, hands wrapping around the back of your thighs as he hugged you around your midsection with his cheek on your stomach.

   ichigo let's out an exasperated sigh, as if he was getting into a comfortable bed after a long day, squeezing you tighter. “missed you so much, baby.”

   the tips of your fingers strum through his hair as you reply, “missed you too. thank you for taking me out tonight.”

   “don't thank me yet. i need to see if you'll like the food first before we decide what mood you're gonna put on.”

   “are you saying i'm bipolar?”

   “i'm saying you're picky.”

   “correction!” you announce loudly while pointing up a finger. “specific. i like what i like.”

   “i can say the same,” ichigo groans before smacking your ass with a hiss, grabbing a chunk full before shaking it in his hand.

   you laugh at him and shove him away. “stop! let's go.”

   “lemme jus’ . . . ” ichigo gets lost in his thoughts, your eyes widening as he reaches down to grab your calf to lift. “get a taste real quick.”

   “boy!” is what you exclaim as you give his hand a firm smack, like you're popping a child for misbehaving. ichigo snickers, saying he was joking but you knew he wasn't.

   by time you leave the house, it's one fifteen in the morning. the streets are partially clear for your city's night. ichigo passing you his phone to browse through his playlists, immediately going for the ‘late night drive' one which was your favourite considering you helped him pick most of the content. the windows are cracked halfway, warm air breezing your faces as he speeds down the road like an asshole in his pristine white nissan gtr, two usual hand placements; one on your inner thigh and the other gripping the steering wheel.

   it's so hard not to smile like an idiot when he does that. hiding your face in your shoulder as you look up at him like a lost puppy. singing to bryson tiller’s song in check as you intake the scent of the vehicle. it smells just like him. tobacco vanille by tom ford. the opulent scent lingering onto your body whenever he hugged you long enough, or when you stole his hoodies and shirts to wear just to keep him close.

   the drive wasn't long. not even twenty minutes and you were pulling up to the pier, barely packed since it was a sunday night. lots of teenagers came out around this time to smoke and since there was plenty of food available it'd help with the munchies. hand in hand, the two of you walk towards the beaming taco truck with various of color's ranging from yellows, reds, and greens. birria landia was their label. very well known and talked about business. they moved locations so you were super excited to finally get your fill on it.

  ichigo has his right arm thrown over your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest where you rested and listened to his heartbeat and the rumble of his torso as he ordered your food. each order came with four quesabirria’s and a side of consommé, totaling fourteen dollars each which was a steal to be honest. ichigo wanted to try horchata as a drink, getting a large so the two of you could share.

   “you cold?” he asks briefly, spotting you rubbing your arms before you nod frantically, muttering a tiny ‘yes’. embraces you into a hug instantly, tall frame towering you as he rocked the two of you side to side while you waited alongside a few other people, laughing between his armpit where you buried your face.

   you were talking on and on about cotton candy, looking up at him with your chin on his chest, a pout on your lips. glancing deeper into the boardwalk and catching glimpses of big bags of pink or blue cotton candy hanging horizontally beside jumbo cartoon character while that song from ten years ago that always plays at amusement parks blast through the speakers. yes, it's call me maybe.

   “hey, i just met you,” ichigo begins, bouncing his knees to the beat of the song.

   “no!” you groan.

   “and this is crazy! but here's my number. so call me maybe!”

   one things for sure, you fucked those tacos up. licking your fingers and swinging your feet like nothing else mattered in the world. ichigo lovingly resting his palm in his hand as he watches you squeak as you bop your head to the music. could never stay still when you ate. you thanked him dozens of times with your mouth stuffed, dunking your tacos into your lime infused broth before chowing down, juices dripping. unfortunately, you weren't full enough after, and by then the truck had already gone. the two of you cleaned up your area on the bench before ichigo decided to grab a bag of cotton candy for you before you headed back to yours.

   his favorite thing about your living room was the beautiful collection of the weeknd’s entire discography hung up on your wall in vinyls. a glass record player sitting beneath. choosing an album, going with my dear melancholy because why not? sliding the disc from out of its slot, blowing on it to rid any dust before twirling it between the pads of his fingers and inserting it. you were sitting on your dark gray tufted bench displayed at the bottom of your bed, dressed comfortably in a white tank and royal blue panties. the tips of your pink toes are arched in the fluffy white rug beneath them, a tropical baby blue scarf on your head and your necklaces still in view. you were rolling a blunt on the alice in wonderland tray that sat on your lap.

   ichigo had just gotten out of the shower, ruffling his damp hair with the towel and finding a pair of his basketball shorts in your bottom drawer. the projector on your wall is silently playing avengers’ civil war. it's about five in the morning you presume, wanting to smoke just because. both of you love how quiet the home was, your cat sound asleep on her strawberry printed pillow by your foot, ichigo laying in your bed while scrolling through twitter on his phone until you were finished.

   crawling to him with a tired smile, you flick your plated heart shaped vivienne westwood lighter and pass it to him first, arching over his body sinking into your mattress as you hold it to his lips as he stares you in your eyes. ichigo takes a puff, drags it too long which has you snatching it away and giggling. his hand takes the back of your neck in his grasp, tugging you closer to blow the smoke directly into your mouth before kissing you. he sits you entirely on his abdomen and watches you take your share of it. caressing your skin lazily, and gazing behind you as you hold his face in your chest with your hand sprawled over his cheek, both of you watching the movie.

   the air shifts without the two of you even realizing it. it's when your clutching onto the duvet that's falling halfway off the edge of the bed you bury your face in as you bounce dirty on his cock in cowgirl that it resonates. ichigo now has possession of your blunt, holding it like a cigarette between his fingers in his left hand he uses to gently pinch your ass. fixating on the grip your slick pussy has on his dick, coating it perfectly, driving yourself up and down slowly. he's got his phone on camera mode, recording the way you fuck him in your mirror, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his brows crease.

you rock forward after your lips quiver when a shock strikes up your spine, heaving and slipping off. gripping onto his ankle for support.

   “put it back in,” he's haste when he hits your ass, your salacious whimper making his dick jump. raspy voice completely succumbing you as you reach behind yourself to wrap your dainty hand around the base, sinking back down and rocking your hips. his eyes scroll back when a ring of white centers his cock, a deep ‘fuck’ escaping his mouth as you cream around him. “yeah, pretty girl.”

   “ooh, baby,” a guttural moan vibrates deep within your throat as you drop your ass lower, taking in as much as you could. gasping as you fist the cover in front of you and move quicker, eyes crossing. “ichi !”

   “it's good baby, i know. i fuckin’ know,” ichigo whispers, hissing and clapping a heavy hand down, taking a quick pull from the blunt before putting it out on the ashtray on your nightstand. he abandons his phone, craning his neck to the side to blow out the remainder of clouds before he’s lifting you by your waist until you’re laying on your side facing him.

ichigo tugs you close, slotting himself in between your thighs once your leg hikes itself over his hip, entrapping him with your arms locked around his neck. both of you breathe in each other’s air, rotating your waist to get his cock closer, wanting it back inside before you cried about it. he sees how cute and whiny you are, sloshing his tongue and mouth all over your neck, the most sensitive spot on your body. it makes you insanely wet, gasping, bringing him in more, wanting to be completely entwined. ichigo groans in your neck, reaching between where you two meet to fist his cock, groaning when he finds that gushing hole of yours that sticks like honey and sliding back in.

now his lips are on yours, sloppily tangling tongues and breathlessly moaning into your mouths, the heel of your foot that’s thrown over his waist applying pressure to his backside to drown him in deeper. ichigo has his hands on your ass he’s squeezing until the flesh is imprinted with his marks, cursing and rutting up to sheath his cock in your sweet, sweet fucking pussy. something’s he’s been dying to do for days now. hating how busy the two of you were. there wasn’t enough time to do this as frequently as he desired. that had to change. effective immediately.

“i missed you,” a broken cry sings in his ears from you, slightly squeaky with cute hiccups, ichigo snapping his hips fairly faster, clenching his sharp jaw before kissing your forehead. “f-fuckin’ missed you, ichi.”

“daddy sorry, baby,” ichigo replies, skillfully rolling his hips to hit just the right spot that always makes you scream and claw at his back. he maybe crazy for liking it so much. but when you dig your nails into his strong back, and his skin feels like it’s bleeding . . . sometimes is, he fucking loves it. his strokes ease when he drags out a series of words you’re unable to comprehend. thrusts becoming sloppier. “promise i’ll make it up to you. know you get needy when i’m too far. gunna change that.”

   “mng. you gonna make me cum, baby,” your voice is higher pitched now, eyes low and your mouth dry from hanging it open too long. ichigo knows what to do in an instant, pinning you flat on your back and holding your throat in his hand, raising and dropping his weight onto you so his dick sinks in how you like it. “baby you gonna make me cum.”

“cum,” ichigo pants, his face churning along with yours, your voice going silent as you reach down to rub your fingers over your clit, keeping your eyes focused on his as the faint sound of skin clapping echoed the room. your body’s jolting beneath him, a dry gasp crumbling through. “cum right now, baby. right fuckin’ now, please.”

your knees stutter by his waist, holding onto him tight as the tone in his voice lightens, begging you to cream all over his cock, to cum with him, to give him what he wanted. and you do, roughly slapping your hand on his forearm for security, streams of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ undulating past your puffy lips. ichigo loses his balance and falls down onto you, chest to chest, puts you in a headlock to hold you still while he switches his pace entirely and fucks you harder, his eyes white as pinballs. “fuck, baby. this my fuckin’ pussy. my fuckin’ pussy. can you tell me that, baby? let me know.”

“it’s. your. fuckin’. pussy,” your voice splits with every heavy pound, writhing in his entrapment. holding your knees to the bed with your hands. lewd squelching only gets louder the messier you become. eyes shut with your soul leaving your body. ichigo’s ‘mmm hmm’ as a reply enough to make you cum again, squealing and arching your torso off the bed.

going numb, mind distorted and ichigo holds the back of your head so it’s bending enough to see him fucking you. even with the low lighting from the television you could still spot how drenched you were. ichigo kissing the bridge of your nose, then chastely your lips. “be a good girl n’ watch me cum for you.”

your toes curl when he slows his hips to pull out, resting his cock on your stomach and being rewarded when he cums in long ropes of white, painting your tummy with a shaky moan before mashing his lips back to yours, still thrusting.

“i love you,” he says. “i love you, i love you.”

and you loved him more.

visual. visual. 18+

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Help i still can't get over that Gudussy moment😦

Someone asked for inui and i creamed so hard I NEED TO PUT A LINK🤑

could you link me to your fic? I would love to read it ♡

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WHIPLASH - NCT

soft but stern bf mitsuya with a bimbo gf 🤲😮‍💨 Floozy Minstrations bimbo reader x mitsuya (slight hakkai and chifuyu) Not proofread btw (fro

Here ya go! Thank you! <3333