Pairings: F!reader X Tomioka / F!reader X Tengen

pairings: f!reader x tomioka / f!reader x tengen

contains: suggestive, pining!tomioka, pining!tengen, tengen being a teasing shit, light humiliation, talk of sexual themes, tengen making tomioka watch, use of pet names (sweetheart)

warnings: minors dni

a/n: slamming my head on my desk good lord i messed up the tags for this one too, so this is a repost

Silk of deepest vermilion pooled at your bare feet, swathing your body. It was cold in this room, empty with the exception of finely threaded rugs. Tengen stood in front of you, lowering himself to drag a large hand along the seams of the garment, the lines of your shoulder and waist.

“Lower this,” he said, gently tugging on the fabric at your breasts. One of his wives, kind Hinatsuru, stepped forward to fulfill his command and rewrap the folds of the silk. When she finished, Tengen hummed in approval. “Much better,” he said.

You opened your mouth as if to speak and found you could not. Your tongue sat heavy with trepidation as Tengen continued to mark adjustments, to splay his fingers at the fat of your thigh and stomach.

“Lift your leg for me, sweetheart.” he asked before settling your ankle upon his shoulder, pressing closer until the bend of your knee was warm by his ear. He told you he only wished to ensure the garment provided for full mobility. “This assignment may very well go to shit,” Tengen lowered your leg, “and no one wants a damned dress becoming an issue.”

You nodded, your face heated in embarrassment for the clothing Suma had offered forth; for Tengen and his wives’ nudging touches; and for Tomioka who waited patiently at the wall.

Though, your chagrin was far from naught.

Tengen peered over a broad shoulder to Tomioka, and grinned.

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FIVE DAYS PRIOR

“Have you ever been with someone?”

Tomioka visibly balked, his glass still in his hand.

Tengen crooked a brow, mistaking his silence as misunderstanding rather than appalment, “Like have you slept with someone before?”

“I heard you the first time,” he said, and took a draw from the water.

“Well, have you?”

“How is that any of your concern?”

He shrugged, pearl-white hair shifting, “I didn’t say it was.”

Tomioka braced himself for the other man to continue, and when he did not they lapsed into a pocket of silence. Until Tengen spoke once more.

“I see the way you look at her.” There was the sound of a smile to his voice.

Your name did not need to be said aloud for Tomioka to understand who Tengen meant.

“You like her,” he mused, “and it’s so painfully obvious.”

Tomioka did not respond, his finger tapping idly on the rim of the glass.

“Hell, I can’t say I blame you.”

A shift in Tengen’s tone, a coy little tease, had Tomioka measuring his breaths.

“I’d make her another of my wives if I could--fuck her to sleep and leave her panting.” He groaned at the thought, pitching his head back, “Bury myself in her every damned night.”

Tomioka cleared his throat, face pinching. He would be a liar if he claimed those precise thoughts hadn’t plagued his mind already, but he would never admit it aloud. It felt dirty of him to want to know how your breasts would feel pressed against him, how your cunt would feel around him; how you would turn your face into the crook of his neck and whimper brokenly; how he would want you so, so close to him, grasping for your body to be touching his.

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PRESENT TIME

Watching the way Tengen touched you, handled you, Tomioka’s fingers pressed terribly into his palms. He was aware Tengen mainly did so to elicit a response from him, but also for his own self-enjoyment.

“Giyuu,” he called and Tomioka lifted his gaze, “what do you think?” Tengen shifted from you, smile broadening as Tomioka’s throat bobbed.

“It’ll work,” he said, still keeping his back to the wall.

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CPE — CERTIFIED P*SSY EATER

taishiro (fat gum) x reader

warnings: oral (fem receiving), oral fixation, overstimulation, implied sex afterwards.

a/n: this is literally my first time writing for someone from mha other than hawks so this was... different.

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It’s no secret that Taishiro could eat, he was the BMI hero after all. Though, there was a surprising detail that you didn’t expect. His quirk fueled by his eating habits and deemed popular by the public should‘ve made it obvious. But it wasn’t until you started dating Taishiro that you became aware… he was a certified pussy eater.

You were the new object of fascination for his oral fixation. He didn’t eat you out as an obligation or just to say he did – not even for your pleasure – it was because he genuinely liked doing it. And he couldn’t stop. He was addicted to the feeling of his mouth on your cunt. One orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He needed more. It often got to the the point where you were a twitching mess and couldn’t move after the fact.

“T, I can’t. Ah ~ ”

You had been saying it for the past hour or so, and every time Taishiro proved you wrong as he coaxed you through yet another ograsm. “Yes you can baby, just relax.” He didn’t want you to finish so quickly, so he gives your pussy a break and tends to the soft flesh of your thighs instead, it was the only way he could keep his mouth busy while giving you a minute to recover.

But if you had known how ruthless his mouth would be when he resumed, you would’ve endured it just a little longer. You couldn’t run from it either, not with his strong arms holding you down. All you could do was clench the white sheets and scream up to the heavens, hoping your prayers and tears would be enough for deliverance.

You shouldn’t have looked. You should’ve kept your eyes screwed shut so you couldn’t see how Taishiro lapped at your swollen lips. Watching the muscles in his face move as he worked was almost enough to finally throw you over the edge.

When he catches you watching with a look of awe plastered on your face, he accentuates his movements: dragging his tongue a little slower, adding extra pressure here, and curving his tongue a little more there. Eating pussy was an art form to him, and if you asked anyone, they would say he mastered it – if you asked Taishiro himself, he would say he wished to improve and he would never be satisfied.

“You taste so good, baby.” He plants soft kisses to your drenched sex. “Just one more.”

“Promise?” You couldn’t keep going. For the sake of your sanity this needed to be the last one.

He chuckles softly. You whine a little, begging for him to say it back. “Alright, alright. I promise.”

You both fall back into place, your head resting on the pillow while he returns to the wet mess between your thighs. Since it’s the last round he decides to use his fingers as well – why not go all out? Eventually a scorching white heat flows through you, lighting your entire body on fire as the knot in your core finally snaps and you cum once more.

Taishiro stands to discard the sweatpants that hung low on his hips, a look of confusion overcoming your tired face. “What are you doing, T?”

“I never promised that I wouldn’t fuck you.”

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“What’s that for?” Levi’s brow furrows as he watches you swirl your teaspoon in the little jar before you, only to pull it back with long, syrupy strands drizzling from the end. The candlelight catches in the flow: shiny and translucent as it drips down slowly to pool back in its jar again.

“It’s honey,” you explain with a light laugh, dipping the spoon down to repeat the same satisfying motion again.

“Well, what’s it made of?” The man’s distrust is plain in his tone, his eyes narrowing as he glares at the indulgence that you’d picked up on a visit into town earlier that day.

“It comes from bees,” you say, angling the spoon over the steaming cup of tea to your left—Levi's cup—to which you're intent on adding a teaspoon's worth of honey. But you suddenly find your effort halted— Levi’s hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, keeping it frozen in place as another long rivulet of the viscous, amber syrup sinks back into the open jar below.

You peek at Levi with a curious gaze, your head tilting ever so slightly to the side in confusion.

His lips part.

“It’s made of bees?” 

He sounds positively horrified. 

You almost snort at the revolted look on his face, shaking your head and trying not to get distracted by how easily his large, calloused hand circles the circumference of your wrist. 

“No, no.” You swallow down the laugh you feel bubbling from your stomach up to your throat, knowing it will only irritate him more if you let it free. “It’s made by bees—harvested from their hives. It’s sweet.”

“Why would I want my tea to taste sweet?” he asks gruffly, as though the suggestion is the most preposterous thing he’s ever heard. “I want my tea to taste like tea.”

“But it’s nice.” You make an earnest attempt to reason with him, a lightly teasing smile playing at the corners of your mouth which you fight uselessly to keep at bay.

“It sounds repulsive.”

This time, you really can’t suppress your laughter at his staunchly uncooperative tone.

You attempt to pry your hand from his grip, pressing against his hold to lean closer to the still-steaming cup of tea waiting for your spoon, but his grip refuses to slacken even through your efforts. His grasp is firm and unyielding, but not painful—and is still far from the strength you know he’s capable of.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t falter.

Instead, he tilts your hand upwards in response to your struggle, and you watch helplessly as the honey begins to inch down the neck of the spoon—creeping closer to your fingertips with every passing second.

“It’s a treat,” you argue with him petulantly while still endeavouring to free your hand, twisting it this way and that in his hold, though the jostling serves only to make the honey drip towards your fingers faster.

“It’s unnecessary, and frankly an insult to the tea,” he bites back with an equal insistence, his tone verging more and more towards genuine offence on the tea’s behalf with every syllable. 

Finally, inevitably, you feel the honey meet the tips of your fingers: a sticky, unpleasant sensation. You stop fighting, dropping the spoon back into the jar of honey with a plop, and watch how the edges of the utensil sink into the thick liquid as though being slowly swallowed whole.

“You made a mess,” he chides you with a familiar reproachful tch.

He watches as you survey the residue left on your skin, his upper lip curling back in distaste when you spread your fingers to let the viscid strands stretch and break between them.

“Besides, if I wanted something sweet I—mmph!” Levi’s impending lecture is cut short as your fingers press against his mouth, your index and middle digit slipping unbidden between his lips as they part in speech. Thoroughly blindsided by the intrusion, his jaw goes slack—allowing you to run the pads of your sticky fingers over the surface of his warm, wet tongue. 

You watch raptly as his startled eyes never stray from yours—not as you slowly withdraw your fingers, running them gently over his pink lips, nor when you lift your hand towards yourself and slide the very fingers that had just been in his mouth into your own. Only once you’re satisfied that no lingering traces of the honey remain on your skin do you pull your fingers back, smacking your lips together to savour the pleasant, saccharine taste left behind.

“Hm,” you hum thoughtfully, finally breaking your prolonged eye-contact to inspect the tips of your fingers for anything you may have missed. “Tastes sweet.”

“You’re disgusting,” Levi chokes out an entirely unconvincing jab, clearing his throat roughly. 

You glance back towards his face, making absolutely no effort to conceal your provocative grin. You raise your hand to your lips once more, tongue flicking out to catch the last bit of honey you’d overlooked. His eyes follow your every movement with a sort of spellbound attention.

“And you’re blushing, Captain.”

you get caught

pairing: inumaki toge x f!reader

warning: mild n*fw, suggestive. 18+

you’re straddling toge when the door abruptly slides open to reveal an excited yuuji, along with megumi and nobara slowly trailing behind. “inumaki senpai!” his mouth falls open and his brain stutters at the scene unfolding before him— your breast pressed up against the sorcerer’s chest, hair cascading freely off your cheeks like black ink of a tilted piece of parchment, not to mention the covers slowly slipping past your naked back at every passing second.

toge is just as shocked as you, but he recovers quickly. with his hands quickly covering your exposed body, a calm but malicious “leave” is enough to have all three sorcerers scrambling out and disappearing from your sight. letting out a frustrated sigh, the door slams shut and toge returns to bed, only to bury his reddened face in your chest to hide his embarrassment. “stupid kids,” you almost hear him grumble in your head, as he tightens his grip around your waist and nuzzles into you.

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🪔 ⸰ ⸰ ⸰ Love Me 2 Times Baby ↻

his fingers are knuckle-deep inside of you as he sucks on your nipples like a lollipop. you did not expect things to turn this way when you agreed to date the introverted kid but here you were— back arched, tears flooding your eyes, cheeks flushed red, and the heat between your legs growing by the second. "w-wait.." you whimpered, the sensitivity between your leg growing as you came for the third time. but he was no where near stopping, just thrusting his fingers inside of you as he bit on your skin, making hickies everywhere. "can't wait, baby," he whispered against your ears, voice raspy and deep, enough to make you come on the spot, "need to take you right now.."

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