A Compilation Of Short Drabbles From Your Faves

─── a compilation of short drabbles from your faves

ᝰ.ᐟ bakugo fucking his chubby s/o in a cheerleader outfit

ᝰ.ᐟ various eating their chubby s/o's fat pussy

ᝰ.ᐟ geto's remedy for the bitterness

ᝰ.ᐟ various taking pleasure in bullying their chubby s/o

ᝰ.ᐟ megumi's oversized shirts purpose

ᝰ.ᐟ various bullies fucking their chubby s/o like they hate them

ᝰ.ᐟ kuroo tetsurou: a gentleman and a pervert

ᝰ.ᐟ to love is a curse and gojo would gladly be cursed as long he's with you

ᝰ.ᐟ various and their love for tying their chubby s/o

ᝰ.ᐟ itadori shamelessly jerking to todo's girlfriend's pictures

ᝰ.ᐟ gojo fucking his chubby s/o senseless

ᝰ.ᐟ itoshi rin gaslighting his chubby s/o

ᝰ.ᐟ yandere creeps stalking their chubby s/o

ᝰ.ᐟ osamu's baby fever

ᝰ.ᐟ various being edged by their chubby s/o

ᝰ.ᐟ itadori sharing his chubby girlfriend to fushiguro

ᝰ.ᐟ older men and their slut of a chubby darling taking their cock like a champ

ᝰ.ᐟ nanami's chubby s/o riding him

ᝰ.ᐟ takuma ino's unrequited love

ᝰ.ᐟ fucking dilf tsukishima

ᝰ.ᐟ nanami punishing his chubby darling for escaping

ᝰ.ᐟ wolf! issei stuffing his chubby bunny full of his cum

ᝰ.ᐟ nanami reuniting with his chubby s/o in his dream

ᝰ.ᐟ toji and his chubby wife and his menace of a son

ᝰ.ᐟ toji hearing his chubby wife sing for their sick baby

ᝰ.ᐟ kuroo's breeding kink

ᝰ.ᐟ satoru and his unhealthy obsession to his chubby s/o's cheeks

ᝰ.ᐟ satoru celebrating his birthday with his chubby s/o

hi do you think you could do itoshi brothers or gojo with insecure reader? like she’s sees them talking to someone prettier and skinnier and her eyes and the insecurities eat her up to the point where they almost break up? 😓

NO EXCUSES FOR A BREAKUP

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin

content warnings ─── established relationship, angst, fluff, doubts in a relationship, body insecurities, rin and sae can be quite mean in this one and really bad at feelings. suggestive themes.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ break up? nope. they won't let you.

ITOSHI SAE

even seeing things in rose-colored glasses, that gnawing feeling won't go away.

it's fine, you told yourself. sae is a superstar. a prodigy in his chosen sport. it's a natural occurrence for a man like him with a name to be flocked with his fans. his supporters who wants his autographs, his number, his body and his heart. you have him. that's something they can't have and your grateful for it but what are you when it comes to the ladies whose much better than you. one who could enticed a man with their smiles and great figures.

why was sae is with you when he can have better?

girls with bodies who looks good in your boyfriend's jersey. showing their flat stomachs in the knotted hem in their sides. they were the spectators whom photographers loved to take pictures in the matches.

they look so good with your boyfriend like a match made in heaven and you stand like you were a spectator in their worlds.

the thoughts eats you the more you waited for the crowd to disperse. everyone wants the attention of sae even it's a second. your sight following the woman who is approaching your boyfriend. she greeted him then pulling the hem of her jersey for your boyfriend to sign. you swore it was intentional, it was obvious showing a peek of her cleavage to your boyfriend then shaking his hand and it didn't escape your sight the piece of paper attached to it. the blatant flirting in front of you.

why sae? why you're with me?

staring at your boyfriend who paid no mind in her before looking at you. forcing a smile to show him you were fine. pretends that it doesn't hurt when all this girls surrounds him. you don't want to be a burden to sae and so you decided, he will be better without you.

“i'm breaking up with you, sae.”

you bravely confessed to him. the words came out like an exhale. they're the feelings you bottled up. that you were fine with his profession and the things that come with it. the long distance relationship, the lack of communication and his fans.

“and for what reason?” he asks. his eyes searching for the confirmation in your expression but only met with a hard gaze. the look of giving up with tears gathering at the corner of your eyes.

“you deserve someone better than me, sae.”

his steely gaze met yours. “that's it? no other reason?” disbelief in his face at what you're spouting at him.

you nodded and when sae went to touch you, you swat his hand away from you. sae got annoyed. not wanting to deal with your bullshit.

“bad news. i'm not breaking up with you.” he bluntly says. end of the story but you don't want it.

“you don't understand! you won't! you're the people who adored sae. i'm nothing!” you can't help but to raise your voice at him. your self worth fading into nothing while you voiced out your frustration at him. the disappointment of not being enough for your boyfriend.

his lips form into a thin line. “that's right. you are nothing without me, and i'm nothing without you but do you think i cared about the opinions regarding to our relationship? i don't and you should too.”

“it's not that easy. had you read the comments!? the whispers that i'm unworthy of being your girlfriend and those girls who flirts with you. you deserve to be seen by someone who is by your side, not me, not me...” you couldn't continue the words from how hurt you were feeling. the mean comments in your media accounts. never ever read them, that the number one rule but you can't fight the temptation when you're agreeing what they said about you and to sae.

“you're a hopeless case, aren't you?” putting your head in his chest in which he's glad you didn't fought back.

“they're nothing to me. i was just playing nice for them. that manager of mine won't stop nagging me for trying to play good with those supporters of mine. why should you care about what they say about us, to you when you're mine. my words matter than theirs.” grabbing your head to face with him. his gaze never leaving you and staring at you with those teal eyes of his.

with a cold gaze, the one you knew to never pissed him off sends shivers down to your spine.

“next time you attempt in breaking up with me. i'll fucking chain you in this bed.”

ITOSHI RIN

“rin...”

you can only mutter his name before it was replaced by a lump in your throat. your smile faltering after you've seen with him a fan, who look nothing like you. all smiles and her thin figure flattering the outfit she wore. your eyes immediately examining at your outfit. a denim skirt and your boyfriend's blue lock jersey.

you feel like a dressed potato in your outfit while rin's fangirl rocks it. instinctively wrapping your arms around it and look how happily the girl chatter to your boyfriend who seems so disinterested in the conversation. nodding his head and trying to hide his irritation at the girl in front of him but nonetheless continued until the girl left.

shaking your head, you tried to think the positive. it's big win for rin today. you won't let the mood dampen with your insecurities and yet, you can't help but to think they look so good together and you ask to yourself why rin is staying with you.

with a greeting, you masked your sadness with a joyful one while you approached him. all smiles like there is nothing wrong and it didn't escape his eyes.

“you've been awfully quiet lately.” the first thing he asked before removing his jersey and replacing it with a clean shirt.

“yeah? i'm just thinking.” you replied. fiddling with your fingers with your head hung low.

“thinking about what?”

“how the two of you look together...” your eyes widens at sudden blurting of the words before shying away from him.

rin stops his movements. raising his brow at what you had said to him. understanding where the conversation is heading towards. making him raise a brow at his girlfriend who keeps fidgeting at her seat.

“if you're implying that you're going to break up with me for that matter. it won't be happening.” he answers, like he knows how your mind works.

“but—” you tried to reason with him.

“it's final. if that bothers you so much. may i remind you where you truly belongs?”

your breath hitched. swallowing the nervousness creeping up on you. his hands grasping your jaw to look at him with those steely gaze of his.

“after this, i expect no more whining will come out from your mouth. understand?”

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── A SENSE OF SECURITY

"i'm protecting you."

you scoff at him with tears threatening to spill from your eyes. throwing the hoodie in the couch and the embarrassment seeps through your whole being, remembering the earlier dilemma rin bestowed to you.

"protecting me? are you out of your mind?! that man hadn't done anything to me!"

"yet. a little gratitude from you wouldn't hurt." he quips at you. removing his coat and hangs it.

"gratitude? do you think you deserve it from what you'd done, rin?" your voice raising a bit at him and rin only gives you a side eye glance with a raised brow.

"i sure deserve it, I did it for you and you should be grateful for it. no one but me will ever be able to protect you from harm's way."

"what the fuck you talking about rin? harm? that's it? i sure don't need protecting. i'm a fucking adult rin!" you snapped at him. you can't believe sometimes at rin. his reasonings and outbursts at things are a little over and it ends up hurting you without him realizing.

now, you were being stubborn and as much he don't want to use the word. you were being a bitch but he doesn't say it aloud. he knew how much the word weigh and being the stable and the reasonable one in the relationship, he's going to give you a piece of his mind.

that includes pinning you in the couch. his body hovering above yours and his hand squishing the cheek, putting enough pressure to hear him out.

"you're an adult. a oblivious one. i'm telling you right now. you're the unreasonable one. what would you do if he continued touching you or did you want him to continue? tell me." he firmly says. challenging you and the tone of his voice it was condescending. as if it was telling you, you were the immature one in the relationship and you need from protection in which he thinks.

you can't believe what you were hearing coming from him. staring at those teal-colored eyes of his who swirls with coldness and seriousness that there's no care for you in those gaze of his.

"no." defending yourself from his accusations at you. "why would i like him touching me and..." your words dying out and you can't find yourself to defend your point. mind becoming jumbled and conflicted. you tried to find your voice and with rin looking at you like you were the biggest mistake of his life.

the tears came rolling and it wouldn't stop. his expression seems to soften. you were helpless sometimes and naive. not knowing how many filthy fuckers had tried to make a move for you and you should be glad. you have him. itoshi rin. your boyfriend who would gladly burn the world if it means to protect you.

"i told you so. i'm just protecting you." he coos at you. caressing your cheek with his thumb.

well, he got point. a voice in your head told you. he's right, you were being unreasonable. too oblivious to pick up what things may come to you. be it to bring peace of harm to you and rin was just protecting you. in his own little ways.

"i'm sorry." you began to apologize to him. holding his hand in your cheek. the tears continuously falls and breaking out in sobs.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry.i'm sorry.i'm sorry." you repeated like a broken record. begging for his forgiveness. the tears blurring out your vision.

rin's cold but he's no heartless. deciding you earned his forgiveness. he comforts you that only can him do to you. letting you cry yourself out until it reduces to hiccups and sobs.

pulling you closer to his and placing your head to his chest. wiping the dried tears in your round cheeks. his fingers drawing patterns in your back.

"i'm sorry, rin."

"ssh. it's fine now, okay? you're forgiven."

kissing your forehead and rin's assured. you won't be doing anything to upset him. maybe. just make sure he's around to correct you.

you know kuroo would be up to something from the moment he kneels in front of you. an excuse of tying the laces of your shoes.

"i don't like my girlfriend tripping when she's already fallen for me." he smugly smiles at you and then the next thing you knew. your skirt bunching up in your waist. his head between your thick thighs.

you could never trust kuroo tetsurou.

kuroo's a sly fucker who relies on underhanded tactics just to get what he wants when his sweet talks won't work and unfortunately you're one who fall for them and now you're under in his mercy with his tongue putting you in one of the sweetest tortures.

you can't help but to tremble. squeezing your thighs together, his bed hair peeking through between your thighs. sometimes you couldn't believe the duality kuroo have. he's nice, caring, a real gentleman to you and being the boyfriend you could ever ask for but kuroo could be such a tease.

"tetsurou, i fucking swear if we get caught, i'm giving you the cold shoulder for a week."

his lips wrapped around your clit before giving it a harsh suck, stealing a gasp coming from you. his head surfacing up and a shit-eating grin visible on his face with your slick dripping in his chin.

"you can't do that to me." before diving back again to your folds. you can't help but to roll your hips, gripping his wild hair. his arms wrapped in your doughy thighs. throwing your head back with breathless pants escaping from your mouth.

"tetsurou, just make me cum so we can finish— ahh, fuck." you curse under your breath. kuroo's so fucking good at eating you out. you can feel his tongue licking up and down in your folds. his nose bumping into your clit sending vibrations in your insides that leaves you gushing around him in which he gladly laps up.

you could feel the bastard smirking. your eyes scans the empty volleyball court. thoughts on what if someone comes and finds you spread out with kuroo in between your legs. the poor soul.

your stomach tightens, legs spasming and you can feel your orgasm creeping up. just a little more. grinding your crotch to kuroo's face. you're slightly worried he's suffocating but this man's ready to die and kuroo took this as an invitation to go faster with you. his skills already in full bloom to give you the best head in the empty volleyball court. this is going to be a core memory for him.

that's right, baby. roll that hips of yours. he thought. breathing in your scent while he slurps the slick gathering in your hole. you got the sweetest cunt he ever had. ignoring the tight pants and his cock begging to be given some attention. he's going to have that later. focusing on bringing the best orgasm to his chubby girlfriend.

with trembling thighs and the crushing of his skull. kuroo's getting close. the obscene noises getting louder while he wiggles his tongue inside you. come for me, baby. putting concentration and pressing his tongue to your lips and fuck, it should be like this every day and every night.

"fuck, tetsu" you cried out when you feel your orgasm snaps inside you. kuroo's drenched now by your essence but he didn't stop. lapping at the smooth, not too thin and thick viscosity of your cum. your juices flowing on his tongue like honey. kuroo continues to kiss your cunt until he's satisfied.

"you're the best, baby." he coos at you. swiping his tongue in the corners of his mouth to taste the remnants of your high. helping you fix yourself before putting a kiss in your inner thighs.

"that's enough, tetsurou."

"aww, just one more, please." he pouts, the grey in his eyes swirls but you just smack his arm.

"you'll get more, once we go home." you scolded him and kuroo beams up like a child. grabbing your back and assisting you to stand up.

fuck kuroo and his tongue. it's another lesson for you to never trust kuroo when he does something out of the blue.

dedicated for my gorgeous mootie-patotie @starrbright

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