Ughhhh I Can Stop Thinking Of Wakatoshi Being Sooo Unbearably Hornily Soft And Desperate For You That

𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : months after ghosting your sugar daddy, lee know, he gives you a call. you answer. 

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: lee know x fem!reader

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 12.3k

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, fluff, and angst || sugar daddy!au 

𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  reunion sex, soft dom!minho, (a lot of) teasing and sexual tension, edging, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, choking, praising, grinding, marking, hair pulling, (some) spanking, unprotected sex (always remember to stay safe!!!), creampie

a/n: oml ! i didn’t think it’ll be this long, but here we are! i tried to make the plot as coherent as possible. oh and, oh my god! this is my first time writing a blowjob scene heheh the whole fic is inspired by bruno mars’s new song of the same title! 

feedback is most definitely welcome!! i hope you enjoy, dear reader!

find my other works here. 

based on this request and @/lilixeu’s request (sorry this took so long!)

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sensei off duty.

↳ gojou satoru/reader

when daddy gets a day off work, his favorite duty is to make mommy happy.

genre. explicit smut, dilf!gojou, 18+

cw. profanity, soft!dom gojou, dirty talk, cunnilingus + fellatio, spitting, 69, calling each other mommy and daddy, slight degradation, unprotected (making babies w bae), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare (+ domestic w little gojou)

notes. let’s take a break from the angst, hope u enjoy my first ever jjk work!! and it’s smut sdksj you guys are gonna get so many gojo fics from me. reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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“G-Gojou!”

The sound of his deep chuckle slithered through your ears as he jolted his hips forward, sending you to a state of euphoria with every deep thrust. You were barely gripping the headboard while your other hand was clamped on the sheets as if holding on to anything could give you some form of control. In this case, only your husband had full control.

Not to mention that this was the third round. It was only quarter past midnight and you’ve already done it at every corner of the room. In the shower, where he came on your face and made you swallow every drop of his hot seed. In the couch, where he manhandled you into riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. And now, in the comfort of your king-sized bed, where he had you in all fours as he pounded from behind with every bit of his strength to create even more friction against your moistened cunt.

Gojou Satoru could last for hours.

There was not the faintest scintilla of exhaustion in him. He was adamant on making you his personal ‘cocksleeve’ until sunrise — a term he heard from a conversation between a group of teenage boys that littered the streets on his way back home.

When your husband wasn’t busy catering to his students or facing off cursed spirits, he was at home with you doing his role as your loving lifetime partner. Apparently, part of that role was to fuck your brains out while your son was peacefully sleeping next door. I missed you, he reasoned. He didn’t shy away from telling you just how much he had been waiting all day to finally “fuck the shit out of you” as he he said it.

“G-Gojou, p-please! Y-You’re going too fast!” Lecherous moans came out louder than you expected, even louder than the skin slapping noises from when his groin hit your buttocks. Your entire body was being pushed and pulled as he mercilessly drilled your hole with harsh jostles.

“You’re a Gojou too, you know?” he lowly chuckled, keeping your hips in place by holding it firmer against his crotch. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you were certain that he had a million-dollar grin. “Say my name.”

His shaft was already coated by slick and the squelching sounds only added to the intensity of your arousal. “Sa—toru!”

“Good mommy.” A tsunami of pleasure washed over your body at the feeling of his hot breath tickling your spine. Your legs were shaking as your head fell on the cushion, leaving your ass up high and your face down low. This position was his absolute favorite. “Fuck, still so tight. Should I fill up this pretty little cunny, hm?”

His thumb was teasing your entrance despite already being stretched by his fully erected cock—satiating your clit with circular movements in synchronization with his penetrative actions. Satoru just adored how you clenched around him even with his words alone and it was keeping his God complex fulfilled. You could feel him trying to angle his dick better as he watched how his cock was disappearing from the cavern between your plump folds.

“Ngh! So good... so good,” you whimpered in a breathless voice, upper body pressed against the mattress as your husband worked on destroying your pussy. Gojou certainly fucked like a god as he sent you to seventh heaven when his tip rammed your g-spot. “Aah—ah! Shit!”

The prick was enjoying how loud you were getting that it was no surprise to see a naughty smirk plastered on his gorgeous face when you briefly peeked at him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake Sachiro up.”

Biting your lip, you closed your eyes and absorbed the pleasuring feeling of his member plowing your velvet walls. Your dulcet moans as well as his sexy grunts echoed through your room in titillation. You wanted nothing else but to cream all over his cock like you did thirty minutes ago.

“Daddy,” you whined, allowing him to pull you by your jaws until your back was arched against his toned chest. Your eyes were half lidded, almost begging, as you fluttered your lids when he looked down at you. He displayed a satisfied smile, wrapping a hand on your jaw and tightening his hold on it as you spoke, “you fuck me so good.”

He hummed in agreement, locking your mouth with a sloppy upside down kiss. “That’s right, mommy.” His lips upturned before you could receive another deep forceful slam. Your breasts bounced from his movements until he grabbed your mounds and kneaded them with fervor. “No one else can fuck you this good.”

No one else. You wouldn’t even dare think about anyone else because you were far too devoted to this man. He was all you ever needed in this life and even after three years of marriage, spending every day felt brand new with him.

“Tongue,” he ordered, squeezing your jaw so you could stick your tongue out. He met it with his own, salaciously rolling his tip against the length of your tongue before he ejected spit from his mouth to yours. You could barely breathe when he had your lips enveloped back together, only pulling away to make another command, “Mm. Let me lay in bed.”

Doing as told, his member left your hollow core as he withdrew himself to shift on your side. He plopped his back against mattress with his nape resting against the headboard. You were almost like an obedient little bunny waiting for your master’s next instructions.

“Wanna do sixty-nine, babe?” He gestured his chin for you to come forward and patted his lap so you could get into his desired position. His azure blue eyes were watching your every move as you crawled to give him a passionate open-mouthed kiss before pivoting your body to face his thick cock. “Shit. You’re soaking wet.”

“Only for you.”

As he was busy playing with your slit, you were carefully pressing your body down on him before you grabbed his shaft to pump it nice and slow. It wasn’t only because he was your husband, but he truly had the prettiest cock that matched his beautiful angel-like face. You giggled as it twitched from your hold before you swirled your tongue around the pink tip, immediately tasting his cum residues that had mixed with yours. It was salty, musky, but also a tad bit sweet. Gently sucking his head earned you a raspy moan out of him, so you teased him more by allowing his tip to reach your inner cheek as you tightened your mouth around his shaft.

You’ve gotten used to Satoru’s taste after having countless sex as husband and wife even before you gave birth to your only son. You were familiar with the things that turned him on and the kinks he didn’t particularly enjoy. One of the things he liked, however, was how you’d press your tongue flat on his length and run it from the bottom up to his throbbing head.

“Fuck, do more,” he grunted, jerking his hip forward just as you placed the entirety of his long cock inside your mouth. You indulged yourself at the sound of his guttural moans because you made sure to let the head hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose colliding against his bollocks as a signal of how deep you took him. Despite the gagging, your husband was intensely aroused by the slopping noises.

On the flip side, Satoru was stretching your labia open so he could press his tongue in between. Your cunny was already red and swollen but it only made him satisfied with himself and the job he’d done thus far. “Mm,” he heard your suppression of moans as he sunk his tongue inside your walls, lapping your pussy lips the same way he would make out with you. Eating you out was perhaps a skill that he mastered through time.

With your thighs on either side of his face, he grabbed hold of your ass cheeks, squeezing them simultaneous to how his tongue went deeper inside your core—sucking and slurping your creamy essence as he played with the clitoris that he loved to tease. He didn’t mind giving your ass one gentle spank, causing you to hum with a cock-filled mouth to his own entertainment.

Gojou Satoru himself was adroit in every aspect. Aside from his limitless capabilities, he doesn’t just stay being good. He has to stay being the best. For you, he wanted to be the best husband you could ever wish for in your lifetime.

“Aah—fuck! D-Daddy!”

“Yeah. Suck me off like the naughty slut you are.”

You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks as you skillfully sucked his cock and pumped the lower half with your tight fist. If Satoru could give you sensory overload, you were dead set on returning it to him, too.

Curses and moans were traded left and right—the erotic sounds were reverberating across the room, bouncing back for you to engulf on the divine feeling of having good sex with your husband.

At some point, you had to hold your climax in and begged to have his cock back inside you. Satoru, as ribald as he was, called you his ‘needy whore’ before he asked you to lay on your back.

“Does mommy want a little boy or a little girl?” he asked, spreading your legs apart as you looked up at his crystal eyes underneath his messy arctic white hair. His milky skin glistened with slight traces of sweat and you couldn’t help but run your hand from his chest down to his sculpted abs.

Realizing that there was no iota of insincerity in his tone, you answered, “little girl,” until you realized, “hey, you can’t control what our next baby will be!”

Or could he? Was Satoru even capable of that, too?

Your heart jumped at the sight of him adorably scrunching his nose along with the handsome grin that adorned his face. He pressed a kiss on your leg before pumping his shaft between your folds. “I’ll get you pregnant either way,” he promised with a wink, “gonna fill up mommy’s tight kitty with my cum.”

You ended up giggling, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly entered your core. He penetrated you with ease, sliding his rod back and forth while he caught your lips against his. “Sato—mmh!” The smooches were music to your ears. “Y-Yes, daddy.”

“Like that, mommy?” He kissed the corner of your lips, feathering more along your jaw as his thrusts got deeper and faster. There was an equal amount of gentleness and roughness to his movements that sated the both of you perfectly.

His scent, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his throaty moans. You were fucking lucky to have this hot mess of a husband indeed.

While your legs were tangled around his waist, his mouth latched onto your tit when he gave each bosom a lavish suck—even going as far as circling his tongue around your nipple. He was increasing the speed of his thrusts until you could no longer contain your wanton cries, “A-Aah! S-Satoru, d-don’t stop...”

“Cum,” he whispered on your ear, knowing full well that your orgasm was building back on your lower abdomen. “Cum for me, honey.”

“Gojou...” Breathless and overstimulated, your nails ended up scratching his back as you clenched around his girth, milking around his cock followed by your loud cries. Your chest was rising and falling heavily, but Satoru wasn’t done.

It was his turn to reach his high, leaving marks around your neck before he pulled away and knelt on top of you. “I’m near,” he announced, positioning your legs above his shoulders before he pummeled into you at an animalistic speed. You had to grip the pillows as your body glided against the mattress—tits becoming sore from all the bouncing. “You look beautiful.”

He said it with a chuckle, but you absolutely adored just how he stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Feels. So. Fucking... good!” His breathy grunts were released when his hips fell out of rhythm. Hot spurts of seed were shot straight to your womb, ensuring that every drop of his cum were loaded to your cavern. When he pulled out, you could feel his warm semen seeping out of your entrance and Satoru was very much proud to see how much he came inside.

“I love you,” he said, pecking your lips.

Your mouth vibrated against his. “Mm—love you.”

Aftercares with Satoru was just as good as the sex. As you remained like a fucked out sexdoll in bed, he was the one who wiped the excess jizz on your inner thighs, later slipping you into his shirt and boxers while he remained topless. The bands of his underwear hung low on his waist, allowing you to ogle at the sight of his attractive V line.

He would tease you, claiming that you were crushing on your own husband whenever he caught you staring at him with a meek smile. You just couldn’t help but appreciate him and the foundation of your marriage hoping that nothing could tear you apart.

He was yours, forever and always. A promise that transcended time and space. The love you had for each other exceeded his immeasurable void because he was your personal expanded domain.

You looked forward to the cuddles and 1 AM pillow talks, talking about the most random things or hearing him gush about the missions his students took on. He would narrate the fights as if you could see the cursed spirits, though you didn’t really have the ability of a sorcerer to understand much of his job.

Somehow, as he walked out of the bathroom to join you in bed, your door received faint thumping followed by a sudden outburst of tears. Satoru quickly rushed to open the door to carry his crying son in his arms. “C’mere. What’s wrong, buddy?”

“Dada, monsters.” Sachiro was clutching his teddy bear, wiping his damp eyes as he sniffed. The sight of your crying son worried you and you instinctively sat from the bed, reaching for him. “Mama!”

“Monsters? There’s no monsters here,” Satoru reassured, kissing his son on the cheek before handing him to you. “I’ll kick their ass!”

“Watch your language, Satoru.” You pulled your son closer, running your thumb across his pale cheeks and kissing the tip of his small nose. “Shh. Don’t cry, baby. Mommy’s here. It’s just a nightmare.”

Little Sachiro snuggled under the sheets, sandwiched between his parents as you hugged him protectively. He was an exact carbon copy of his father—vivid cerulean eyes, peachy lips, ivory hair. You bet he’d inherit his towering height, too.

He was a product of you and your husband. A cute little human made out of the infinite love you had as a married couple.

Satoru had his arm stretched out to hug his little family in his arms. Seeing you and his son was eliciting gaiety from this small yet special moment. His fond gaze may be glued on your face in only finite minutes, but his love for you was unmistakably infinite.

Warm lips pressed against your forehead, he then looked down at his mini-him and asked, “Sachi, you want a sister or a brother?”

Sachiro blinked his doe eyes before answering without hesitation, “Sister.”

You smiled. “Are you gonna protect her, baby?” You raked your fingers through your little boy’s hair, receiving a nod from him in response.

“Yes and mama, too,” he said, earning his father’s approval and ‘good boy’ comments.

The satisfied chuckle from Satoru made your heart full. “I’ll turn you into the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer when you grow up,” he pledged to his successor, promising a life ahead of him as the heir to the Gojou clan.

You were glad to have contributed to his lineage, knowing full well that you were bound to carry another one of his offsprings soon.

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Fake affection | I

sweet anon: Can I request a dom! Han Jisung smut? Where he and the reader are fake dating because Jisung want’s to make someone jealous but ends up fucking the reader instead? I love your writings so much!!

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

All rights reserved © nyctophilin 2020. Re-posting, copying and translating any of my works is prohibited.

Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mention of masturbation

A/N: Wow, so it looks like I am unable of making short fics, haha. I planed for this to be a one-shot but it’s already this long and I don’t want to bore you guys with long fics so I will make a second part and a third if needed but I doubt. I really hope you guys like this one. Feedback is very much appreciated.

      Y/N was tapping her finger on the desk, her head resting in her palm. She was watching the professor walk around in front of the class explaining something but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was filled with thoughts about whether or not she was going to get the role. 

      Some people from her university that were majoring in Film Production had to write a script for a short movie and the best five got chosen to be produced. Initially, she believed that only Theater and Film Majors could participate at the auditions but the administration of the school made an announcement one morning informing them that everyone could take part in the audition process. That meant she had to deal with more competitors for the role she wanted.

      Initially, Y/N was the only one who wanted to audition for the main role of one of the movies since people didn’t really catch its concept that well. When the audition day finally came, one Modern Dance major showed up out of nowhere and auditioned as well. The apparition of that particular character made her blood boil with anger.

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(190620) han, side effects

I'm utterly devasted

They think your cheating

🐶 Anon : HC, haikyu. Bokuto, kuroo, ushigima Angst to fluff They think you’re cheating but only to find out later that it’s your brother

A/n : Is that another emoji anon I sense??? Also, not proofread! It’s late so I’ll do it later!

Type : Headcanons

Warnings : Angst. Fluff/Comfort

Fandom : Haikyuu

Characters : Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushigima

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—i don’t want to regret the way i lived.

happy birthday, Yuuji!  ✧  03. 20

clouds.

pairing: fem!reader, gojo satoru.

genre: angst, smut.

summary: ignorance is a bliss.

cw: age gap, manipulation, violence, cursing.

wordcout: 2.7k.

you and gojo met a long time ago, through mutual friends.

one of your friends was dating one of gojo’s friends. sheer coincidence, you thought.

you two would meet often, along your friends. for some reason, you and gojo happened to be intimate friends of each friend in common, so you’d often find yourself sitting by gojo’s side while the couple chatted and kissed lovingly. gojo didn’t talk to you at first, neither did you. he was older than you, much more, and you were too intimidated by his appearance. you’d rather stay in silence then talk to him and make yourself look like a fool.

but gojo wasn’t like that - at first.

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proud of what i just made

Wakatoshi smut.

You grab eggs from the chicken coop and accidentally drop one in the barn. Ushijima looks over at you and scowls. “We are an eco friendly farm and you just wasted a perfectly good egg.” He bends you over, makes you slide off you jeans and smacks your ass so hard you can’t walk. If he’s feeling generous he’ll unzip his own denim slacks and pound your pussy puffy and bred with his cum. The Olympic Japanese athlete will kiss your cheek and pinch your ass one final time before pulling out to admire how well he breeds you and how well you take him every time. “Good baby.” He praises you before yanking your head back to spit in your mouth then swirls his tongue against yours in a final display of dominance on his farm.