Mdni!! (ﾟωﾟ)

I wanna be yours

Tags: Shiu Kong x fem!Reader, smau, (dad’s) best friend to lovers, AGE GAP (reader is 21. Shiu is 36), probably definitely taboo, cursing, mdni

An: Another best friends to lovers smau for the series. Struggled a little bit with this one. I just need to post something for myself, so I hope you all enjoy. I wouldn’t read if you’re uncomfortable with age gap relationships.

part one. |

Could you imagine Aizawa’s forearms while he chokes you? Thick with veins popping out as he holds you down by your neck and fucks you

tw: choking/breath play

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Most of the teachers have left, but you're still there with the final stragglers, happily sipping on your fourth espresso martini of the night.

Not that aizawa's counting.

No, he's not even paying attention to you. Not at all. He's only came to this end of the year celebration because he likes overpriced beer and dealing with his annoying friends.

No other reason.

The group has dwindled down to a smaller inner circle, just close friends and their close conversations. Aizawa isn't sure how the conversation turned to sex (probably Midnight's fault) but he can't help but be a little intrigued.

Especially since the questions are now being directed at you.

"Oh come on, don't be like that! Everyone has some sort of kink!" Mic says, much too loudly. He's gesturing with his beer, spilling little splatters across the table, much to everyone else's chagrin, "I like mean women, Midnight likes-"

"Everything." Midnight herself interrupts with a laugh before stuffing a dumpling into her mouth.

You join into the laughter, coyly shielding your smile with the back of your hand, a secret that only Aizawa can discover from where he sits. Your eyes flicker to Aizawa's and he immediately looks away, down to the slow rising bubbles of his drink. Tomorrow, when you're both dry, you'll probably regret the accidental flirtations.

"So, spill!" Mic demands.

"I can't!" you whine, "It's embarrassing."

"Vlad once told me he likes feet-- it can't be more embarrassing than that," the blonde leans in over the table, waggling his brows, "Unless you're into feet, then I have the perfect man for you."

Aizawa scoffs. Thankfully, the sound of it is swallowed by the ambient noise of the bar.

"Well, I guess..." Your hand travels up your chest, coming to rest on your collarbone. There's a far off gaze in your eyes and a toothy smirk unfolding across your features, like you're remembering something that you'll never share, as your hand travels even farther up. Your fingers close around the soft of your throat, nails into skin, and Aizawa's breath catches in his throat--

"I like being choked," you admit.

It almost doesn't break him. He's almost strong enough to pretend he's not captivated by the idea-

"Makes me cum really hard."

and then you squeeze. Your forearm flexes and your eyes flutter just for show, pulling scandalized giggles and laughter from the rest of the group, but Aizawa is immediately locked in fantasy.

The thought of how just one of his hands could wrap itself easily around your neck, how much thicker his palm is next to yours, how it can cover the whole spanse of your throat-- it knocks a breath out of him with much he enjoys it. And god, he'd look so strong, veins bulging as he fucked you stupid, those pretty little eyes getting that far off glaze again as you make a mess of his cock, no breath in your lungs to even beg for more-

"What about you, Eraser?" Mic's voice breaks him out of his daydream, "Are you ever going to confess what tickles your fancy?"

Aizawa takes a long chug from his drink, until the heat of desire is replaced with the burn of alcohol. Instead of quieting him like he wants, it makes him brave-

and stupid.

His eyes flicker to you for a second before returning to the group. "I like choking."

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suguru x gn!reader

you're standing in front the mirror in your bathroom, leaning in close to it with your lips slightly parted as you apply the dark powder to your eyes; scrutinizing you're reflection in the mirror and using the small wooden applicator to draw careful lines around your eyes.

he's there too, putting his piercings in as the two of you are getting ready to go out. dressed in a crisp white shirt he's rolled up his forearms, with half his hair gathered away in a bun at the base of his neck. it's a simple timeless sort of look on him.

a pair of deep amethystine eyes drift over to you, still leaning into the mirror with the small piece of smoothed wood between you fingers. carefully dragging it along your waterline to transfer the dark color of the powder you've dipped in into.

suguru's curious.

sure, he's worn eyeliner before. he's liked how he looked in it; having it beautifully accentuating his sharp eyes and dark lashes. he liked even more though, how much you liked how he looked in it.

but he's never worn it like that; in the way you do now.

he didn't know about doing it this way until he began seeing you. you look so graceful, so elegant, with practiced ease as you apply it to your eyes. it's all so impressive to suguru — not only the results, but the process of it. the patience and skillful mastery of it, the dedication and the risk (of poking your eye out), the significance it carries culturally. mesmerizing is what he thinks of it; what he thinks of you.

feeling the weight of his gaze, you meet his eyes in the mirror, offering him an entertained smile and a brow raised in question, before you pick up on the little cues and are extending your invitation to line his eyes as well. suguru accepts the offer graciously, lifting you by the hips sitting you onto the counter as he stands between your legs. strong hands resting at your thighs, and he looks straight at you. eyes in perfect level.

it's an oddly intimate moment, softened further by the yellowish tint of the bathrooms light and quiet comfortability the two of you share.

you take his face in your hands, tenderness spills from your fingertips like a scared fountain only he is privileged enough to drink from. the cool of the rings you wear tickling his face as you lean in to him real close for a better view. the apples of his cheek warming slightly; there are blossoms of cherry and coral on his skin.

"look up for me, please." so polite.

suguru wonders if you know anything about the extents he'd go for you, the limits he'll cross. for now, he'll settle on looking up, all for you. always for you.

you bring the smooth, kohl covered applicator close to his face, using your other hand to delicately pull his lower eyelid down — revealing his water line. "stay. perfectly. still." and he's a statue as you rest it on his waterline and continue — "mmmn good, now close your eyes." you glide it through his dark lashes tinting them and his waterline in the bold color, rubbing it back and forth for good measure before you drag it out at the corners of his eyes; creating two small, sharp, delicate wings.

leaning away to inspect your work, his hands follow the movement; shifting their position to support your back. it was natural, an instinct to follow your every movement and compliment them with his own.

you nod to yourself in triumph with a smug little grin teasing the corners of your lips upon seeing the result of your careful work on one of his beautiful eyes.

now here comes the hard part: replicating the design as closely as possible on the other eye, and the process begins again with dipping the applicator back into the little bottle with the fine coalish powder and gently tapping any excess off to it's side. you're leaning close once more; one of your hands finding home on the side of his face again and again he's adjusting to your position.

there's a short in between moment where you catch his gaze fixed on you. you're sinking. the deep regal mauve of his eyes pulling you in, and you're almost not strong enough to look away. he's just so inviting.

you clear you're throat to cut through it. mostly it's a reminder to yourself to avoid distraction, rejecting the temptation of his invitation for now.

he thinks it's cute.

the way you try to brush off your flush, and the slight stutter in your movements being ignored as if nothing. truth be told, suguru thinks it's wholly possible you haven't even noticed the reactions he can sire from you so naturally. as if only instinct.

"stay still, again please." the words come out rather bashful this time around, smaller, and he's forced to suppress a grin. he's got to stay perfectly still as you've so politely asked after all. suguru waits to blink his eyes until you ask, he knows it's coming but he would rather hear it directly from you again.

and just like clockwork.. . "close your eyes." you get a little pleased hum as a response when he does, relishing in the feeling of the smooth applicator ruffling along his long lashes, it's quite relaxing. you pull away for a moment to wet the tip of your pinky with you tongue, using it to clean off some stray product from around his eyes. you draw on the finishing touches; a small wing on the inner and outer corners of his pretty eyes.

carefully setting the little wooden piece back into its place in the ornamented bottle, both your hands come up to cup his lovely face, now fully ready to accept the ever enticing invitation he keeps open for you and you alone.

"how do i look?" he questions like he doesn't already know. as though he can't see the answer he seeks in the reflection of your heart shaped irises.

oh you're sinking fast, but suguru is right behind you. hand in hand, falling endlessly into a dimension that only exists between your eyes, a secret the world will never get know held in your shared gaze.

a kiss placed between his brows is your chosen form response, and he can't find it in himself to complain.

suguru leans over you, chin resting in the curve of your shoulder, to meet his reflection in the mirror. little kisses are pressed to the delicate skin there and he's nipping at it softly too; for no reason at all. no thought behind the action itself — muscle memory.

he's met with the view of his dark lashes tinted darker, and the edges of his eye's sharpened akin to those of a sly fox or a large cat.

somewhat predatory; it suits him.

the added contrast against the bright of his eyes, the tan of his skin, and dark of his hair harmonizing so beautifully with the rest of his features.

you would think a person could only be so beautiful, to only have so much of it within themselves,

(but you will find yourself to be thinking wrong.)

your day goes on, unfolding as the flowers begin to do in early spring. beautiful and sweet, there's the scent of fresh pollen and the sound of your sneeze.

with the day coming to an end, the sky is overtaken by deep pink and orange hues marbled with the dark of the on coming night as the sun leaves the horizon to rest its head.

he glows.

its not a new phenomenon, but one that captivates you all the same. his charm hypnotizing you find yourself transfixed by it. the dark tight lining his eyes drawing you in. you're caught in his trap, reeling you in and you only dutifully follow. the temptation dangling before you like a carrot now.

though the resistance you display remains unwavering — or so you think. you suguru find his eyes resting upon the sight before him. the sight of you. his fist holds his face and there's a knowing smile that plays on his lips. the ends of it twitching ever so slightly; he's itching to reveal an expression that actually captures his feelings.

but he manages, sugurus resistance once again proves to be much stronger than your own. the content knowing smile remains, and his eyes crinkle with joy when you flush, tomato red, realization of your staring is brought to your attention.

"my darling, my y/n, are you alright?"

you nod a little quicker than you'd have liked.

his smile only grows, teeth beginning to show, "well, you've got a something here." his finger motioning around his own face, "no no you've missed it baby. a little to more to the side, so close." your hands are at your face trying to feel for what he's talking about, mirroring the positions his make on his face.

"no good. come, let me."

his hands cup your face, soft cheeks squishing against the warmth of his palms. he pull you in, and leans in close, his thin brows furrowed in inspection, and your heart hammering in the background.

he presses his lips to yours, its unexpected and quick but you could never miss one of his kisses.

that smile he's been holding back finally breaks out on his face, soft lips stretched into a dazzling and all too proud smile, your boyfriend just might be the sun in disguise. eyes closing from how wide his smile is, suguru really looks like a fox now. it's a bit too smug of a grin, but suguru earned it this time.

(and he always does)

"got it!"

𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓎;- 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝑒

inspired by this yummy @/chu-cho artwork <3

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

having a conversation with satoru while you’re both on your lunch break. you’re making jokes and going over useless gossip, his eyes fixed on you behind his blindfold.

suddenly you pause, sending a small, knowing smile his way. “my eyes are up here, satoru.” you say simply, looking back down at your food to hide the way you were trying your best to stifle a snort at his sudden silence.

your efforts to hide your laughter were useless when he leaned over the table with his brows raised.

“how’d you know?” you’re practically clutching your stomach with how intense your laughter had gotten at this point. the urgency behind his words was so genuine.

to this day satoru remains convinced that you have a secret cursed technique he doesn’t know about. you make no efforts to convince him otherwise.

having a conversation with satoru while you’re both on your lunch break. you’re making jokes and going over useless gossip, his eyes fixed on you behind his blindfold.

suddenly you pause, sending a small, knowing smile his way. “my eyes are up here, satoru.” you say simply, looking back down at your food to hide the way you were trying your best to stifle a snort at his sudden silence.

your efforts to hide your laughter were useless when he leaned over the table with his brows raised.

“how’d you know?” you’re practically clutching your stomach with how intense your laughter had gotten at this point. the urgency behind his words was so genuine.

to this day satoru remains convinced that you have a secret cursed technique he doesn’t know about. you make no efforts to convince him otherwise.

okokok. chat how do we feel abt prince suguru x jester reader. HEAR ME OUT PLSSSSSS

he’s on the path to become king very soon. you’re his fathers jester because your family is indebted to the throne (im thinking it was for some sort of treason so now the king has your whole family entertain him) and since sugurus gonna take the throne he gets to decide what to do with your family if that makes sense??

he can either decide to keep your family as his entertainers or execute your parents (the main perpetrators in the crime). he calls each member of your family in one by one, watching stone faced as each of them make their own jokes and gags (your sister is in tears as she leaves the throne room right before your turn).

but you interested him. he was completely stoic while watching you, but there was just something he couldn’t put his finger on. he spared your family (he was never going to execute them, he just had a particular interest in making people squirm) and expressed partiality towards you specifically. he wanted you.

(he wasn’t rude about it either, though. it was strange. he told the servants to get you only when your idle and not busy. “if they’re attending to something then disregard my order. i can live without being entertained at any given moment.”)

(some key moments i alr have in my head r u snapping at him nd him seeing u without ur jester getup on for the first time. i feel like those moments would give him a moment to reflect on the fact that ur a human being and not just some sort of cute animal he’s observing obsessively LMAO.)

omfg i just had such a good au idea waitwaitwait

MY CART DIED AUAUAGHAUAGGHHH 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

anyways FIT CHECK 👅👅👅

looking at pics of myself from middle school nd thank the lord i grew up sexy. holy shit.

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