+18 thinking about the ‘planking until failure challenge’ with shōta aizawa
who knows exactly: what you like, why you’re asking him to do this - that’s why, oh god, that’s why he’s so fucking mean about it.
“‘m i being loud enough for you, baby?” he asks, his tone dripping in utter condescension. he dips his head lower, almost burying himself into the crook of your, exposed, neck. “can you hear me? yeah? that’s what you wanted — mh, fuuuck“ your boyfriend shamelessly groans, submerged into the depth of your skin, putting on the filthiest of performances, just for you. “huh? to hear your old man in pain — fuck, baby. fuuuck — all groanin’ and pantin’ in your pretty lil’ head?”
your body trembles beneath his. your hips buck and grind into the air, as his words, his tone, his voice feel like the meanest of hands in between your legs.
“you’re all wet f’me, aren’t you?” and you know — oh, you know, it’s not even a question at this point. he’s just teasing you, torturing you with nothing but his filthy, promiscuous words. “ooh, shiiit — my nasty, nasty fuckin’ girl” he groans, louder, rougher this time. the vibrations of his pleasure, forcing a barbaric shiver to run down your spine. “gettin’ all worked up, all needy ‘n fuckin’ soaked, from my voice alone — yeah baby, fuck. aaghh!”
you whine - gasping like a wounded soldier, on the verge of death, the second his hips collide with yours.
“there she is,” he growls, dragging the fat, angry print of his cock against the outline of your quivering pussy. “there you go, make some pretty sounds f’me too, yeah?. good girl, puppy, jus’ like that, c’mon” he dry humps you into the floor. fucking into you like a maddening, untamable animal. “i’ll keep bein’ in pain for you — fuck, that’s it, harder baby. fuck me back, mhm, y’know how — i’ll keep on holding this stupid, fuckin’ plank for you, yeah? mhm! i will, yeah. jus’ for you, baby. so you can cum f’me, doin’ what you love most: listenin’ to my fucking voice“
smut !! p in v sex , public sex , degrading ( ish ) , 3rd party finding yall ! enjoy — <3
taking price and ghost fighting and running with it.
some stupid argument about john not following rules in their little tuesday off base bar games blossoming into two weeks worth of high level pettiness.
snide remarks, shoulder shoving, hell the only time they even looked at each other these days was when they were on the mats. knuckles red and angry as they tore at one another. pride too solid to shake.
which is how you landed beneath simon.
wobbling cries muffled by the thick of his glove. baby doll tee pulled over your swaying tits and showing off a glistening sweaty back to him.
"s-si'! hun—" you hiccup, words slurred beneath the fabric. back stinging with wicked pleasure as he bends you into a mean arch. he watches the fat of your ass ricket with every drive home of his hard pelvis.
"sh, lovie. can' let big man see us 'ere hm?" he grins, balaclava pulled over his nose. he licks a fat wet strip up your nape. groaning at the musky sent of sex that pours over the room. "fuckin, juusstt like tha',"
prices room.
atop prices desk.
without price.
he curves his hand around your right thigh, smacking harshly at the puffy skin of your ass. you squirm, nails digging into the wooden desk. moans only meeting his covering hand.
he dips his hand down to the slick cream mess between you two. stringy connections of cum pull taught each time he drags out all the way to his tip, just to shove all the way back in as he hauls you backwards and shoves his hips forwards. you scream, eyes white as you claw at the hand around your jaw.
he gathers the slick, white ring around his cock creating gummy noises he isnt bothered to muffle.
simon also knows important papers lay just beneath your rocking body. he rubs at your clit messily, juices soppy. you keen, stomach throbbing with the buldge he bullies into you. you smack at his hand, water brimming your tearline.
everything blurs hot for a second. the slamming of a door doesnt register past your clotted ears.
"wot the fuc—" price barges in. face hot with anger before his eyes slot to yours. he watches as shameful lust swirls in them before he flickers down to the wet connection between you and the lieutenant.
you whimper, would be more embarrassed if you hadnt fucked them both before.
simon plows into your feral, blunt covered nails digging into your cheek.
"gon' cum pretty girl? righ' on the old mans shite?" his fingers move from over your mouth to cupping your jaw firmly. moving your head to arch it back. eyes bearily finding him upside down.
he grins, eyes squinted in pure joy.
looking back up to price as he feels you tighten around him the most deliciously. browns burning with complete intention. youre lost, too worried about your impending explosion of a release to truly care as price watches you melt dumb.
he kisses your temple. feeling you muddle over.
babbles leave swollen lips and brows completely furrowed. "there! t-there, please si'! f-fuc—" with his mean pinch on your clit you choke on your moans, blanking as all crashes down on you.
nails dig into simons skin, blood prickling beneath. raspy screaming moan bouncing between both mens ears.
by the time you blink back to current reality, youre carefully laid over johns ruined desk. damp body smudging papers as they stick to your panting chest.
simon dutifully rubs your hips. smiling at john like the asshole he is.
can u do a fix where yn gives shoto aphrodisiac as a joke?
aphrodisiac! shoto x f! reader
an: nsfw, female reader, teasing, praise, sub/switch shoto, aphrodisiac, dubcon (just bc of aphrodisiac), this took so long, a man who yearns is a man who earns 🗣️ 2.1k words!
hearing the sound of your giggling, shoto turned his attention away from the shitty reality tv show you were both watching, faintly smiling at the sight of you laughing at your phone.
"what is so funny y/n?" he gently asked, peeking over your shoulder to see... a box of chocolates on your screen? slightly tilting his head in confusion, he waited for you to explain. he was so sweet, so innocent, you almost didn't want to tell him.
"i doordashed these stupid sex chocolates that i've been seeing on tiktok, i'm pretty sure they're a scam but it's just so funny to me that i wanted to get them as a joke."
"sex... chocolates?" he asked, voice trailing off after his words. oh boy. i guess you were on different sides of tiktok. "theyre like.. these aphrodisiac chocolates that allegedly make you hor- i mean they increase your sexual desire. but i don't think they're real, and it just seems so silly with these stupid ads i'm getting all the time."
"hm.." he looked off, seemingly deep in thought. "i don't really understand why i'd need this because i already find you.. very attractive, but i'll try it for you, even if it's just as a joke." his honesty made you blush, you loved how sweet he was to you (but secretly wanted to see him desperate for you instead). "aww shoooooo" you doted, peppering him with tiny kisses.
a few hours later, you got a notification that your order had arrived. after opening the small box, you snapped one of the chocolate squares in half, still half laughing at how stupid of an idea this was. calling out his name, you told todoroki to come into the kitchen, smiling at his still confused kitten-like expression as he stood in front of you.
reaching up to ruffle his hair, your hand slowly traced down the back of his head, pausing at the intersection between his neck and jaw, causing him to swallow hard. "you hungry sho? open up.." he quickly followed your instructions as you fed him the candy, thumb gently stroking the corner of his lips as he chewed. a flush spread across his face at the gentle care you were giving him. perfect, you thought, you already had him blushing.
as you waited for the effects to kick in, you went back to your room to get changed, settling on an oversized, off the shoulder tee which was hiding the real surprise: a brand new black lacy lingerie set, two tiny pink satin bows adorning the joint where the two cups met and the the lace seam of your (extremely) cheeky underwear. you'd never worn this kind of thing around him, he was in for a real shock.
re-joining him on the couch, you didn't miss the way his eyes burned into your now exposed thighs, you knew they were a weakness for him and decided to exploit it-- poor guy had no clue what he was in for. as you continued your show, he softly placed a hand on your leg, rubbing gentle circles.
thirty minutes later, you were engrossed in the drama of the episode and somehow forgot about the situation you'd created. you didn't even notice the growing tent in his pants as your favorite character narrowly avoided getting voted off. you'd been ignoring shoto's uncomfortable shifting and unsteady breaths for too long, and he couldn't take it anymore. the constant touch on your thigh suddenly turned into a hard squeeze, causing you to jump as he spoke in a serious, uncharacteristically breathy tone.
"y/n..... feel funny.. need you to help. please." his eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched and eyebrows drawn together as if he couldn't bear to look at you. poor sweet boy, you really should just give him what he needed, but you decided to make him wait a little longer. "hm? sorry shoto, i don't know what you need, you're gonna need to use your words." blushing bright red, his eyes snapped open at the rustling of you slowly, tantalizingly stripping off your shirt. "it's a little hot in here isn't it?"
you heard his breath hitch as you revealed more of your thighs and hips, conveniently turning away from him as the black lace covering your ass became exposed. looking over your shoulder, your mouth formed an o at the sight of him. todoroki was pretty much eye-fucking you, his hand needfully palming at his pants as tiny flames occasionally rippled off of his body. oh fuck. he had it real bad.
"please. can't take it. need you." he choked out, a drop of sweat (or maybe a melted piece of ice) trailing down his neck. voice almost a whimper, he managed to continue: "need to be inside you. i'm not going to be able to control myself much longer. please y/n, please-" "mmm, i'll think about it" you cut him off as you continued to strip in front of him, finally revealing the matching black lacy bra you'd been hiding. shoto softly cursed-a sound you'd never heard from his mouth- you were just waiting for him to lose it.
when you made eye contact with him and let a brief smile flash across your face, something flickered in his expression. what was once a look of sweet yearning snapped into what could only be described as absolute need. in a flash, he grabbed you by the hips and nearly threw you onto his lap, your face inches away from his own extremely red one. pleading, he tried one more time, clothed legs uncontrollably bucking up into you.
"please.. y/n. it hurts.." he softly whined, voice cracking as his throbbing cock began to leak through his pants. you've never heard him so undone, or seen his eyes so clouded with lust. "oh poor poor boy, m gonna make you feel better okay?" you murmured as you pulled his sweats and underwear down his thighs, revealing his twitching, painfully hard dick. you took your time settling between his legs, which proved to be a huge mistake-- you'd teased him for too long, and he was at his wits end.
before you could process it, he gripped the back of your head and shoved his dick down your throat, causing your choked-out cries to echo around him. between whimpers and shaky breaths, he spoke as calmly as he could: "i'm s-so sorry baby, i can't control myself. always taking such good care of me, need-mmph need you so bad." moaning around his cock at the praise, you allowed him to use you as his own personal toy as his hips bucked wildly, thrusting faster and faster deep into your mouth. "oh f-fuck-nnngh gonna- gonna, i'm gonna-"
using all your strength to pin his thighs down, you managed to stop his movements. you slowly pulled your mouth off of his cock, tongue gently tracing the tip. shoto's jaw was on the floor, eyebrows drawn together and were those.. tears? "w-why'd you stop?" he quietly wailed, having had his orgasm ripped away from him. "because sho," you purred as you placed his hand on the elastic of your thong, his fingers gripping your hip.
"first, i know how good that fucking cock is and i need it in me right now. second, i know you love it when i take control and make my sweet boy beg to cum." if his face was flushed earlier, it's a complete tomato now. you giggled at his silence. "cat got your tongue or something? that just won't do.. wanna hear you nice and loud for me okay?" nodding quickly, he fell back on the bed facing you, hands pulling at the high waisted lace of your lingerie. he pressed a single kiss to the bow adorning your underwear, making your heart skip a beat as he looked up at you with pleading eyes.
"please love, you look so beautiful, i'm sorry i couldn't control myself earlier. please touch me use me r-ride me, still hurts s-so bad." despite edging him to the point of tears, his voice was still calm. he was always so gentle to you despite how you treated him. with slow motions, you removed your thong, watching how his eyes lingered on the string of slick that connected it to your dripping pussy.
straddling him with your plush thighs, you gripped him with one hand, watching how his eyes fluttered shut as you dragged his length between your soaked folds, relishing in the shaky breaths that even this slight contact caused. you couldn't help but let out a groan when his angry red tip brushed against your clit, you were feeling almost as desperate as he was.
you gazed down at his face twisted in pleasure, eyes still scrunched shut as if looking at you would be too much for him. taking advantage of this, you grasped his length in both hands. slowly guiding the tip into yourself, you pulsed with need at the stretch. his eyes snapped open, tortured breaths turning into pleading moans: "ahhmmph-please, pleaseplease put it all the way i-" taking pity on him, you sank all the way down onto his cock, shoto writhing with pleasure underneath you as he covered his face with his muscular forearms, piercing eyes shyly peeking out at you.
overwhelmed by the feeling, todoroki couldn't help himself--you felt way too fucking good--he tightly gripped your waist with one hand, scooping your ass up with the other. from beneath you, his hips stuttered as he attempted to fuck upwards into you, making you clench around him and throw your head back as he thrust deeper and deeper, reaching places that your fingers simply couldn't.
"s-sho- fuck. shot-o" you begged, thinking of your promise to make him feel good, but it was hard when you were reduced to a babbling mess as soon as he entered you. "w-wait, wanna fuck ride you, stop stop please let me fucking ride you please let me make you feel good-".
in an unbelievable act of self control, his hips stuttered to a halt, white-knuckled hands gripping your hips. he looked unreal beneath you, lips parted and abs shaking as he followed your instructions like he always did. "s-so tight y/n.. so soft so- hhng does it feel good? please tell me it feels good" he babbled as you played with your nipples, letting him calm down for a moment before you continued, gripping onto his shoulders.
leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his, this sweet gesture turning sinful as you kissed down his face, tracing his jaw. when you got to his not-so-secret sensitive spot right below his ear, you sucked hard, accompanied by a roll of your hips against his own. his breathy, deep moans sound so pretty in your ear, you could hear the restraint in his voice as he tried to remain still for you.
"that's it, nice and good for me" you murmured into his neck, picking up speed as you began to slowly bounce on his dick, addicted to the sounds he made combining with the unholy sloshing of your pussy sucking him in. you could feel your high fast approaching, the friction too good to handle. shoto wasn't much better, you noticed his abs straining to hold out for you.
"love pl-please let me, so close please, m-gonna" he gasped, hips twitching but still letting you take control (just how he liked it). tracing your lips back up to his ear, you replied, barely coherent. "f-fuck yeah sho, fucking cum for me, so close, 'm right there with you yeah?"
quickening your pace, your eyes flutter shut as the overwhelming pressure in your stomach finally snaps, a shudder of pleasure exploding through the two of you like fireworks. hot sticky ropes of cum paint your insides, and you open your eyes to see shoto's head thrown back as he loses himself in his climax. eyebrows drawn together in pleading, tiny flames rippled across his body as he lost control. his body trembled as your cunt pulsed against him, milking him for all he had.
when the waves of pleasure finally subsided, you leaned down and pressed your mouth to his. slowly pulling off of his cock, cum spilled out of you, sinfully dripping down his defined v-line and onto the couch. "sho? you doing okay? that was a lot.." you whispered, wrapping around him like a koala. after catching his breath, he finally replied in a low whisper. "do.. do they make those in dark chocolate?"
A/n: Heyy I like hurt my eye and I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Thanks for the love and I'm happy to Criticism if its done kindly. And what other characters would you guys like!
Paring:league of villans x s/o reader (seperate)
Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, Kai Chisaki, Spinner, Geten, Twice, Nine
Contains:fluff;sfw;suggestive
Tomura
The bar was unusually quiet for once. Most of the League had wandered off somewhere, leaving only you and Tomura sitting around.
Tomura was completely focused on his game.
Tomodachi Life quietly played from his Switch in his hands while he lazily tapped at the buttons.
You tried watching from the stool beside him, but the bar stools were spaced too far apart to really see anything.
Every time you leaned over, Tomura would tilt the game away without noticing.
You huffed quietly.
Tomura finally glanced over.
"If you're gonna keep trying to break your neck looking at it," he muttered, "just sit in my lap."
You froze.
"W-What?"
He sighed loudly like you'd just asked the dumbest question imaginable.
"My lap," he repeated impatiently. "So you can see."
Your face immediately warmed.
"I think I'm too heavy..."
Tomura stared at you for a second.
Then immediately groaned.
"Tch. Seriously?"
You looked away awkwardly.
Tomura rolled his eyes hard enough it almost looked painful.
"Even if you are heavy, why would I care?"
The answer came so fast it caught you off guard.
Then, after a pause, he added:
"You're not crushing me unless you suddenly gained like five hundred pounds overnight."
"...Tomura."
"What?" he grumbled. "You're acting weird about it."
Despite the rude tone, one of his arms had already moved away from his switch so you can slide on his lap
Clearly he wasn't taking no for an answer.
After another second of hesitation, you finally shifted into his lap carefully.
Tomura barely reacted.
Just adjusted his arms around you automatically and tilted the Switch up slightly so you could see better.
"There," he muttered. "Was that so difficult?"
Your face was still burning.
Meanwhile Tomura had already gone back to his game like this was completely normal.
A few minutes later though, you felt him lean slightly more against your back.
Comfortable,relaxed.
"Tch," he muttered quietly while continuing to play. "See? Told you it was fine."
Dabi
The movie was terrible. Not even the fun kind of terrible. Just painfully stupid.
Which meant, naturally, Dabi refused to turn it off
“It’s getting worse somehow,” you muttered.
“Tch. That’s the best part,” Dabi replied.
You rolled your eyes and shifted on the couch.
The movement apparently caught Dabi’s attention because a second later he suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled you straight into his lap.
You let out a startled noise.
“Dabi?!”
“Sit still,” Dabi said.
“You could’ve warned me!”
“You would’ve said no,” he replied.
Honestly? Fair.
Your face still burned anyway.
Dabi leaned back against the couch like this had always been the plan, one arm loosely around your waist while the movie kept playing in the background.
For about five minutes, things stayed peaceful.
Then Dabi clicked his tongue.
“Damn,” Dabi muttered.
You looked over.
“What?”
“You’re heavy,” he said.
Your jaw dropped.
“Excuse me?!”
“I’m kidding— mostly,” Dabi replied.
“Dabi!”
He snorted quietly at your offended expression.
“You were comfortable until you opened your mouth,” Dabi teased.
You immediately tried to stand up.
Before you could get far, Dabi’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you right back down into his lap.
“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Dabi asked.
“You literally just called me heavy!”
“And?” he grumbled. “I didn’t say move.”
You stared at him.
Dabi avoided eye contact immediately, focusing very hard on the movie instead.
“Tch. You’re warm, okay? Quit being dramatic,” Dabi muttered.
Despite the complaining, his grip never loosened.
Every time you shifted like you were thinking about getting up again, his fingers dug into your hips just enough to keep you there.
“Dabi.”
“What?”
“If I’m sooo heavy then let me up.”
“Nah,” Dabi answered instantly.
You narrowed your eyes.
Dabi smirked a little without looking away from the TV.
“Already got comfortable.”
Geten
The meeting room was already annoyingly full by the time you and Geten arrived.
Most of the chairs had been taken.
Only one remained near the back.
You stopped beside it.
“I can stand,” you said quietly.
Geten looked at the chair.
Then at you.
Then back at the chair again.
“…No.”
Before you could question him, he sat down first.
You blinked.
A brief silence followed.
Then Geten looked away slightly and spoke in the same calm tone he always used.
“You can sit here.”
Your face immediately warmed.
“…On your lap?”
“Yes.”
You hesitated.
“I think I might be too heavy…”
Geten stared at you for a moment like he genuinely didn’t understand why you were saying that.
“…So?”
The answer came instantly.
You still looked uncertain.
Geten sighed quietly.
“If it was a problem, I wouldn’t have offered.”
That was true.
Slowly, you sat down in his lap as carefully as possible
Geten adjusted slightly beneath you but otherwise didn’t complain.
In fact, one of his hands settled against your hip almost immediately.
Then the other.
You tried very hard not to notice the way his fingers lightly squeezed at your sides and love handles absentmindedly while the meeting started.
A few minutes passed before you finally whispered
“Geten…” you said quietly
“Hm?”
“You’re squeezing me.”
“No I’m not.” His hands squeezed again while he said it.
You looked at him.
Geten kept his eyes forward toward the meeting like absolutely nothing was happening.
“…You literally are.”
A pause.
Then, completely monotone
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His fingers pressed lightly against your hips again.
The denial would've worked a lot better if he wasn't actively doing it.
You tried not to smile.
Meanwhile Geten looked perfectly calm despite the fact that his hands had clearly decided they liked resting there.
Kai Chisaki
Kai Chisaki was sitting on the couch reviewing paperwork when you walked into the room.
Immediately, you started bothering him.
Not maliciously.
Just talking, joking around, and generally trying to get a reaction out of him while he worked.
“Kaiii,” you dragged out.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“I don’t care.”
Typical.
You huffed dramatically and moved around the couch while continuing to talk anyway.
Kai ignored you with practiced ease.
At least until you tried to sit down
You had meant to drop onto the empty spot beside him.
Unfortunately, your aim was terrible.
Instead, you accidentally landed directly in his lap.
The second you realized what happened, you shot back up in complete panic.
“Oh my god— sorry—”
You stared at him in horror.
“Please don’t kill me.”
Kai looked up from his papers slowly.
There was a long pause.
Then
“…It’s fine.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“I said it’s fine.” he huffed out
His voice sounded mildly irritated, but not actually angry.
Still embarrassed, you quickly tried to sit down again— this time correctly aiming for the couch cushion beside him.
Before you could, Kai sighed.
“Not there.” he said
You froze.
“…What?”
Kai finally lowered the papers slightly and looked at you.
“You can sit back down.”
Your brain immediately assumed he meant the couch.
Then he gave you a look.
A very specific look.
“…Oh.”
Kai rolled his eyes.
“You’re unusually slow today.”
Your face burned instantly.
“Kai—”
“If you’re going to keep interrupting my work,” he muttered, “you may as well do it properly.”
The words were rude.
The fact that one of his gloved hands had already settled against your hip said something completely different.
Slowly, cautiously, you sat back down in his lap.
Kai adjusted you almost immediately so your weight rested more comfortably against him.
“You’re surprisingly tolerable like this,” he muttered while returning to his paperwork.
You stared at him.
“…That’s your version of being nice?”
“Yes.”
A pause.
Then, quieter
“Stop looking so shocked.”
Twice
After the mission, Twice looked exhausted.
The second he walked through the door, he practically collapsed onto the couch.
“I’m dying— I’m perfectly fine!” he groaned dramatically.
You laughed softly and walked over to him.
Twice immediately reached toward you.
“Sit on me.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“Sit on me— don’t do it, that’s weird!” He said
“You literally just asked.”
“I know!”
He sounded distressed about his own request.
You hesitated for a second before carefully sitting down in his lap.
The second your weight settled against him, Twice let out the most relieved sigh imaginable.
“Ohhh, yeah. Perfect.”
Your face immediately warmed.
“The perfect weight— too heavy, you’re crushing me.”
“You are so dramatic.” you say
“I can’t help it!”
His arms wrapped tightly around your waist while he sank further into the couch cushions.
“So warm,” he mumbled happily. “So comfy— I’m never letting you move again.”
You laughed quietly.
Twice looked up at you with tired eyes before grinning beneath his mask.
“You know…” he started.
Immediately suspicious, you narrowed your eyes.
“What?”
“I’d let you sit on other things too— absolutely not, I would totally”
His own hands flew up to cover his face dramatically.
You burst out laughing.
“I hate myself,” he groaned.
“No you don’t.” you say
“You’re right.”
A few minutes later, the room fell quiet again.
Twice had slowly gone limp against you, still clinging to your waist like a needy cat.
His head slipped against your shoulder.
Then finally
Soft snoring. He was fast asleep
Even then, his arms tightened slightly around you like he was making sure you stayed there.
Spinner
Spinner was sitting against the headboard of his bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone while some random video played quietly.
Meanwhile, you were half asleep beside him.
The room was warm.
Comfortable.
Quiet except for the occasional sound from Spinner’s phone.
At some point, without really thinking about it, you shifted closer.
Then closer again.
Until eventually you rolled halfway on top of his legs while still mostly asleep.
Spinner immediately froze.
Completely froze.
His thumb stopped moving on his phone.
You made a small sleepy sound and settled more comfortably across his lap.
Spinner stared down at you like you had just done the cutest thing he had ever seen in his entire life.
“…Oh.”
That was all he managed to say.
Carefully— very carefully— he set his phone aside so he wouldn’t accidentally disturb you.
You were warm.
Soft.
Comfortably heavy against his legs.
Spinner could actually feel his face getting warm.
“…Seriously?” he mumbled quietly to himself.
You shifted again, instinctively curling a little closer.
That absolutely did not help.
Spinner looked away for a second like he needed to recover emotionally.
Then his eyes drifted back down to you almost immediately.
A small smile slowly appeared on his face.
The soft kind he only really made around you.
“…Cute,” he whispered.
You were already too asleep to hear him.
Which honestly made it easier for him to say it at all.
A few minutes later, one of his hands carefully rested against your back.
Not to move you.
Just to keep you there comfortably while he sat there looking way too fond for someone who usually tried so hard to act chill about everything.
Nine
The car was already full by the time everyone piled in.
Too many people.
Not enough seats.
You looked inside for a moment before sighing softly.
“It’s fine,” you said. “I’ll just walk.”
Most people seemed willing to accept that answer.
Then Nine spoke.
“No.”
The single word immediately stopped you.
You looked over.
Nine was already leaning back in his seat, one arm resting lazily against the door while he looked at you with that usual unreadable expression.
“Get in.”
“There’s no room,” you pointed out.
“There is now.”
You blinked.
Then realized what he meant.
Your face warmed instantly.
“Nine—”
“You’re wasting time.”
His tone was calm, almost bored, but there was no room to argue with him once he decided something.
Slowly, awkwardly, you climbed into the car and settled into his lap.
Immediately, you noticed how strangely he sat.
Legs spread comfortably apart like he owned the entire backseat.
Which, honestly, he probably thought he did.
You ended up sitting between his thighs, half turned against his chest while the others very intentionally avoided looking too closely.
Your face felt unbearably warm.
Meanwhile Nine looked completely unaffected.
One of his arms rested loosely around your waist while the car started moving.
For a while, neither of you spoke.
Then you felt it.
His fingers slowly dragging against your back.
Not soft enough to tickle.
Not rough enough to hurt.
Just the faint scrape of his nails tracing lazy patterns through your shirt.
You shifted slightly.
Nine’s hand immediately settled more firmly against your back.
A silent warning.
The gesture sent warmth straight to your face.
“…Comfortable?” Nine asked finally.
You nodded quietly.
His fingers continued tracing along your back, possessively.
Like he was reminding himself you were there.
Or maybe reminding everyone else.
A few minutes later, his chin rested lightly against the top of your head.
“Good,” Nine murmured quietly.
Then his hand slid up your back once more, nails lightly scraping against the fabric in slow deliberate motions that felt dangerously close to claiming territory.
"You're not my boyfriend." Try telling Ryomen Sukuna that when another man gets a little too close.
A/N: you aint my boyfriend and i aint your girlfriend 🤨 if u couldnt tell, this was inspired by boyfriend by ari and social house ✌️😗 this is also an old fic i dug out 🚬 anyways exams have been fucking me raw lately and not in a fun way. i should be out here bussing it down at the club, getting lit, making questionable decisions. instead im bussing it down with textbooks and practice exams. tragic. devastating, even. its okay tho, bc i got bts tickets 😛
Art: @/pattyi.i on insta <3
Sukuna never asked for a commitment. Somehow, the arrangement just fell into place anyway. It started with small things: late night texts, showing up without warning, and a heavy black leather jacket tossed over the back of a chair like it belonged there.
Your phone buzzed softly against the counter.
you home.
No greeting, no question mark—just the absolute assumption of an open door.
yeah.
Three dots appeared instantly.
open up.
A heavy knock followed seconds later.
"Geez. No 'please' or anything" you mumbled, tossing your phone back onto the counter.
Opening the door revealed Ryomen Sukuna leaning against the frame as if he’d been waiting all night. A familiar presence filled the doorway before he even spoke, the air growing heavy with his warm, spicy cologne. Red eyes flicked down, assessing the view. “Thought you were asleep.”
“Bruh, you literally just texted me.”
He hummed, brushing past without waiting for an invitation. His hand lingered briefly on the small of your back, pressing just enough to claim the space before letting go. You shut the door behind him. “You’re going to start paying rent at this point." Sukuna stretched out on your couch, arms draped lazily across the cushions with a smirk. “You’d miss me.” An eye roll was the only response you gave him, but neither side pushed the argument.
Weeks passed in a blur of late nights and shared silences. A heavy hand would rest on your waist during trips around the kitchen, fingers brushing the curve of your hip and teasingly lingering during the morning coffee brew. On walks together, he closed the distance entirely, slipping a hand into the back pocket of your jeans. No matter how many times that hand was swatted away with a muttered, “People are going to think we’re dating” the pink haired man just shrugged, keeping his hand firmly planted against ur ass. He always stood slightly behind or beside you, a silent declaration: I’m here.
Sometimes he waited after lectures, leaning against the campus gate with a lazy, half smirk, arms crossed as the crowd filtered past. Spotting him always made your stomach twist, knowing he’d been waiting long before the dismissal bell. His gaze would lock on, serving as a quiet warning to anyone walking too close.
Nights were spent sharing the couch and stealing blankets, half tangled around his large frame while the remaining fabric barely covered your lap. Sometimes he drapes himself across you, a hand brushing lightly down your arm or against your thigh—never intrusive, but entirely claiming the space. When he relaxed completely, your fingers wander over his tattoos, tracing the sharp lines along his face and chest. Each mark felt almost magnetic under the skin. He would hum low, letting the attention slide, a thumb occasionally brushing your wrist to claim the movement. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath your fingertips, a slight smirk evident in the way he adjusted his posture to keep your hand exactly where he wanted it.
There were nights spent falling asleep in his bed after an argument left unfinished—bodies pressed tight, the quiet between you louder than any words. Other mornings started tangled in his arms, hair brushing his chest, fingers clutching his shirt before fully waking up. His hand would curl around your wrist, his thumb tracing small, slow circles. The habits became second nature to notice: how he leaned a fraction closer when a stranger got too near. The amused smirk whenever a tease was thrown back at him. The trademark "tch" or scoff of annoyance that left his lips. Pressing his forehead to yours in the early mornings, claiming the first minutes of the day. Playing the thief with a tilted head and a lazy, "Oops, that's my spot now" daring an argument.
Almost like a couple. But without labels or promises, the unresolved tension grew nearly unbearable.
Tonight, gojo's house was packed. The bass vibrated faintly through the floorboards, drowning out the roar of the crowded room. People moved in a blur of red cups and loud laughter.
Pausing near the entrance to scan the room, your eyes landed across the living room. Sukuna leaned against the back of a couch, looking entirely too comfortable. A few girls crowded his space, laughing a little too loudly at whatever he’d just muttered. One girl rested a hand on tattooed arm. Another leaned in close, fingers brushing his shoulder. He let them.
Your jaw tightened.
His eyes found yours instantly, as if he’d known the exact second you walked through the door. The crowd seemed to fade under his direct stare. Across the room, through flashing lights and shifting bodies, he just watched. A slow smirk pulled at his lips, waiting to see your reaction. The girl beside him kept talking, her fingers resting on his arm, tracing the very same tattoos you usually spent hours mapping out. Sukuna didn’t move away. He just looked on—unbothered and thoroughly amused.
Typical.
Turning away before he could read anything else on your face, you made a beeline for the kitchen. A quick adjustment was made to the hem of the mini black off shoulder dress, the fabric hugging your waist and tight at the hips. Gold open toe heels clicked softly against the floorboards, gold hoops swaying with the quick tilt of your head. The reflective surface of the fridge offered a quick glimpse—makeup intact, shoulders tense, face slightly flushed from the scene in the living room. Pulling the door open, the cool light spilled out as you grabbed a drink.
“Careful with that one” a voice warned.
Turning around revealed a guy leaning against the counter, sporting a charming smile. “Trust me. It’s stronger than it looks.”
A small laugh escaped you. “I’ll take my chances.”
The guy laughed, stepping a bit closer to be heard over the booming music. “So… what brings you here alone?”
A shrug followed. “Just needed a drink and a break from… life.”
His smirk widened. “I get that. Same here.”
The conversation began to flow more freely, a genuine laugh sparking at a joke he made. It felt easy. The guy leaned in, lowering his voice. “You know, you’ve got this energy. Makes people really want to talk to you.”
A smile crept up, a sudden flutter stirring in your chest—until a familiar scent hit the air. Warm, spicy, and impossible to ignore. The exact aroma that lingered on your clothes every time he pulled you in.
Sukuna.
A heavy pair of arms slid around your waist from behind. His broad chest pressed flush against your back, almost swallowing you as he pulled you back. One hand settled flat against your stomach while the other grazed your hip, fingers brushing the edge of your short dress to anchor you firmly against him. The fabric shifted under his grip, lifting fractionally as you instinctively braced on your heels. Sukuna wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were locked dead on the guy across the counter. Slowly, the pink haired man dipped his head, his nose brushing the side of your neck before settling into the crook of your shoulder. Warm breath ghosted over your bare skin, his fingers tightening just enough to claim you. The gentle sway of gold hoops brushed against him with every shallow inhale.
The guy stiffens. “Oh—uh. Sorry, man, I didn’t know—”
“No” you interrupted, trying to shift out of his grasp. “We’re not—”
“Yeah” Sukuna cuts in smoothly, his voice low. “You should go.”
The guy hesitated, muttered a quick, “Right… my bad” and vanished into the crowd.
You turn inside Sukuna’s arms, looking up at him. “Bruh, what's your problem?”
Sukuna looked down as if nothing had happened.
“You’re not my boyfriend” you huffed out.
His eyes slowly searched your face before letting out a slight scoff.
Pushing lightly against his chest, you snapped, “Stop acting like you own me.”
He simply watched, absorbing the defiance. Then, with a sudden tug at your waist, he pulled you closer. The hem of your dress rode up your ass slightly before his hand reached behind to pull the fabric back into place.
“You want a boyfriend?” His thumb dragged slowly along your jawline, tilting your face up to force eye contact. "That what this is about?”
Silence was the only answer, making his eyes narrow. “Tch. Greedy.”
The music and chatter faded into background noise—the space between you grew heavy. Sukuna hummed softly, his hand sliding back down to the small of your back. His fingers settled there as if they had never left, pressing into the curve. Your heels click softly against the floor as he adjusts his hold, keeping the fit perfect. “And yet” he murmured, leaning closer, “you still let me do this.” Your breath catches when he pulls you a fraction closer.
“Doesn’t really sound like you want a boyfriend” Sukuna said lazily. Dipping his head lower, his lips trailed light kisses along your neck—the same familiar routine he’d done a thousand times before. It made your stomach twist. A sharp inhale brought in his spicy cologne, mixing with the soft sweetness of vanilla perfume until your head spun.
“Sounds like you just want me.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, a low, teasing vibration. “Go ahead… say you’re leaving me.”
The words never came.
A slow smile spread across his face. Because he already knows you won’t.
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Katsuki would stare at you with narrowed eyes when you hold your hand out and offer the piece of chocolate to him, your gaze wide and innocent until he pops the candy in his mouth.
Katsuki would be in a meeting not too long after, jaw clenched and teeth creaking when his uniform pants get too fucking snug for no reason. His cheeks will flush bubblegum pink, biting the head off of some hero he can’t remember the name of when asked what’s wrong.
Why the fuck can he only picture you face down and ass up in the air?
Why does he have to sink his nails into his thighs to hang onto his last thread of self control and restrain himself from palming his stiff cock when he thinks of your pussy split open for him?
Why the hell is sweat running down his temples and along his jaw like a goddamn river??
He doesn’t know.
What he is certain of, is his plan to tackle you to the bed as soon as he gets home. To cum the second he slides his achy cock inside your tight pussy, and then to fuck you until neither of you can stand to climax one more time.
Eijirou would happily accept the chocolate, humming in delight once he begins chewing.
Eijirou would then be relaxing with you on the couch, using every ounce of willpower to concentrate on the movie you’re watching together. His cheeks would turn as scarlet as his hair and he’d try to hide his face with the loose strands when you glance at him.
He’d squeak out that’s he’s fine when you ask if he’s feeling feverish. He’ll clumsily cover his cock with large hands, knees knocking into one another when he tries to close his legs.
Eijirou would whimper in your ear “fuck, I’m sorry baby, I need your pussy. I can’t stop myself,” as he gives in to the heat churning in his belly and bends you over the armrest of your couch to fuck you like a dog.
You’ll babble and gasp it’s okay, crying out his name when he makes you orgasm for what feels like the hundredth time — only for his dick to remain hot and full after he’s already cum inside you so much that you’re sure you’re going to get pregnant.
Shouto would take a bit more convincing. He doesn’t ordinarily eat chocolate, but he’s willing to try it if you’re the one presenting it to him.
Shouto would be leisurely walking alongside you in the grocery store, occasionally making noises of agreement as you tell him about your day.
Shouto would suddenly freeze mid stride, becoming rigid in the middle of the aisle. He’ll blink owlish eyes at you several times when you turn back to question what he’s doing.
You’ll snap your fingers to get his attention when he starts to stare at the swell of your tits for way too long instead of listening to you, his cheeks filling out with a blush when he meets your gaze.
The next thing you know, your half full grocery cart is abandoned in the aisle and you’re yanked by the wrist back to your car in the parking lot.
Shouto would mutter breathlessly “sorry baby, I can’t seem to control myself,” when he gets your pants off, leaving the material to dangle from one ankle before tugging you down to straddle his lap in the backseat.
He’ll unbutton his pants and shove them down far enough to free himself, not bothering with your panties and sliding them to the side as he sits you down on his cock and let’s out a low moan.
Shouto will match your every move, thrusting upwards harshly each time you sit down. He won’t give a single fuck if someone walks past the car, he just knows he needs your pussy to keep swallowing his cock until the insatiable burn in his lower belly subsides.
You first met Izuku Midoriya during a power outage in your apartment building. The hallways were dark, lit only by the glow of emergency lights, and as you fumbled with your keys, he’d appeared behind you.
“You need help?” he’d asked, his voice low but steady. When you turned, the faint light caught his face: youthful, soft-spoken, and disarmingly ordinary.
He helped you unlock the door and handed you a small flashlight. “For next time,” he said with a faint smile before disappearing into the stairwell.
At first, you thought little of him. Just a helpful stranger. But Izuku didn’t stay a stranger for long.
He started showing up in small, unremarkable ways. You’d run into him at the coffee shop down the street. Then at the park where you went to clear your head. Once, you even saw him at your office building, a stack of papers in his arms as he explained to the receptionist that he was making a delivery.
He always noticed you first, offering a wave or a brief hello. You wondered why you always felt uneasy when he was near.
The oddities began small. A cup of tea left steaming on your desk at work when you hadn’t brought any. A playlist on your music app labeled For the Days You Feel Sad—songs you didn’t remember adding but that somehow matched your mood perfectly.
You dismissed it as coincidence until one day, walking home from work, you saw Izuku across the street. He didn’t wave this time. He didn’t even move. He just stood there, half-shrouded in shadow, staring.
You quickened your pace, heart pounding, and told yourself he’d just been distracted, maybe waiting for someone else. But the next morning, you found a note slipped under your apartment door.
“Don’t worry. I’ll always be here.”
Weeks passed. Izuku’s presence was a background hum, something you could almost ignore. Almost.
Everywhere you went, it seemed he’d just left. The barista at your coffee shop mentioned a quiet guy who’d paid for your drink. Your neighbor said a man with dark hair had asked about you, saying he’d found your keys. Even your boss commented on how “that nice courier” seemed to know exactly where to leave your packages, always on time.
And then there was the package that arrived with no return address. Inside was a book you’d lost months ago, dog-eared to a page you’d once marked but forgotten. Scribbled in the margins, in neat handwriting, was a single line: “I knew you’d come back to this.”
The breaking point came one night when you woke to the faint sound of tapping. At first, you thought it was your window—branches brushing the glass, perhaps. But then you realized it was coming from inside.
You froze, straining to hear. The tapping continued, irregular and faint, like someone running their fingers along the walls.
Gathering your courage, you stepped into the hallway and flicked on the lights. The sound stopped instantly, and the silence was deafening. You checked the locks, every door and window, but nothing was out of place.
The next morning, as you reached for your keys, you found something scratched into the wall near your door. It was so faint you might’ve missed it, but when you ran your fingers over it, you could feel the grooves:
“I see you.”
Izuku never admitted to anything. He remained polite, helpful, always ready with a kind word or a quiet smile. But the smile lingered just a little too long. His eyes tracked you like he was memorizing every detail.
And then one day, he stopped appearing.
For the first time in months, you felt free. You changed your locks, moved apartments, even switched jobs. But every so often, something would remind you of him: a book misplaced on a shelf, a faint outline of footprints by your window.
You told yourself it was paranoia, the remnants of a bad memory.
Until you received a single text from an unknown number:
smut. no plot. smut. denki. whiney subby denki. please. ill give you a cookie and a high-five if it’s long. IM BEGGIJG TOU IM ON M KNEES
denki x reader! (poll winner 🏆)
an: who am i to deny the people what they want... anyways. nsfw x f reader #needthat #wantthat #moregoonercontentcomingsoon
guys this is the freakiest thing i've ever written pls do not perceive me but hope you enjoy
wc: 1.2k
“eyes on me”
upon hearing your voice, his his wide, lust-blown eyes snapped open, staring up at you with a pleading look on his face. chest heaving, he opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out.
“aw baby don’t go all quiet on me” you teased, slowly lifting yourself off of his (painfully still) clothed body. “unless you want me to stop?”
“N-NO” he loudly exclaimed, writhing underneath you as he tried, and failed to escape where you’d pinned his wrists above his head.
“Oh yeah? Tell me how much you want it then?” You purred as you slowly, cruelly traced a finger down his body, causing little shocks to cascade along his neck and chest as you teased him. Barely giving you a chance to finish your sentence, he replied at a piercing volume:
“Please baby.. s-so bad. Can’t handle mysel- please help me”
satisfied with his amount of begging, you decided to give him a little reward. settling back onto his lap, plush thighs straddling his trembling ones. lowering your upper body onto his, you traced the edge of his chin with your thumb, forcing him to look at you.
"yeah? you need me to make you feel better? promise you gonna be good for me if i do?"
pleading eyebrows drawn together, he nodded quickly, desperate for you to continue. when you rolled your hips against his, his mouth fell open, letting out a shameless groan.
"that wasn't an answer baby... gotta use that pretty voice for me yeah? or else i'll make you talk in other ways.."
a breathy "please" was all he could muster as you continued to press against him in all the right places, unapologetically pulling away from with no remorse right as it felt good.
"aw kami... you know better than that. please what?" thrusting his hips up in a desperate attempt for any sort of friction, craving relief at any cost, he was finally too needy to continue playing this game.
"y/n. need y-you.. need you so fucking bad. can't take it anymore. please PLEASE just fucking use me, do whatever you want to me, just need you to be inside of you. i-i'll do anything please, pl-"
you cut him off with a loud, sloppy kiss to his neck, sucking and biting just how you knew he liked it. "ng-ah f-fuck" he choked out, eyes rolling back in pleasure. he was just so sensitive and obedient, you loved watching him fall apart beneath you. while you continued to work sucking on his sweet spot, you slipped a finger underneath his waistband, stretching it until it snapped back onto his skin, causing a wanton whimper to leave his mouth.
"yeah? you like when i'm mean to you like this?" you teased with a grin, watching him start to respond when you wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed. hard. his face contorted in pleasure, hips thrusting up into your hand as he whined.
"o-oh fFUCK. yeahsogoodfeelssofuckinggoo-mmMgh" clearly starting to fall apart, you reveled in the nonsense he was spewing, knowing he was so beyond down bad for you. as if he read your mind, he continued. "y/n..sosososogood-pleasekeepgoingpleasedontsto-"
you removed your hand from his dick, causing him to actually whimper your name, breaking his hand free from your grip in a desperate attempt to jerk himself off.
"kami..." one word from you and he was completely frozen. whipped. "what happened to being good for me? i was just going to reward you too..." eyes shooting wide open, he started to profess unending apologies, but you cut him off.
"that's enough. lie down on your back." obeying your words, he settled back on the bed, aching hard cock still straining at his pants. was he.. harder? because of what had just happened? unbelievable.
"yes ma'am" he replied, tone suddenly serious at your request. ma'am? you weren't sure why his sudden submission had ignited a fire in your lower stomach, but you weren't planning on stopping.
"you know what you're gonna do? you're gonna lay there. you're not gonna fucking move one bit. and you're gonna let me ride you as long as i fucking want. got it?"
"please" was all he was able to get out before you slid back on top of him, practically ripping off his underwear, finally freeing his aching member. the way you were looking at it... was making him want to act up again, but he remembered what you told him.
"what a pretty fucking cock, can't wait to feel you deep in my fucking guts while i make you scream for me" you sweetly murmured at him, reveling in how red he flushed from his cheeks to his chest. it was too easy to get him worked up like this, but you loved it.
"mm-please fuckin use me can't wait any longer" he groaned with lidded eyes, almost so low you couldn't hear it. "be patient kami.. keep those eyes closed and be good for me now"
hovering above him, you gripped his length in your hand, gently sliding it through your (embarassingly) slick folds, causing a groan to escape his throat at the contact. you were so wet, and so... shockingly gentl- "mmmsowet..so-FUCKOHMYGOD"
watching his guard slip, you took advantage of the moment and slammed yourself down onto his dick, feeling yourself contract around the feeling of being so. deliciously. full. you were the one in control, but you couldn't help but sigh in ectasy at the feeling of him. denki? he was done for, spewing out nonsense coupled with moans that could only be described as pornographic.
his hands pawed at your thighs, finally gripping your hips with a vice-like strength. small sparks popped at your skin as you sat there, bottomed out, watching him go dumb right in front of you in an expression that only resembled him using a spark too big during training.
"ohfuck. oh fuck. ohFUCK baby. baby please, please y/n, please-fucking use me. please fucking ride me. so fucking good. feels so good. please. please-"
pressing your hands onto his chest, you took pity on him, arching your back and dragging upwards, nearly slipping off him but keeping his aching, leaky tip inside.
"so talkative denki.. gonna have to fuck that out of you hm?" beginning to move up and down, he looked up at you like you were a fucking god. babbled words turned into desperate moans, eventually turning into nonsense as the only other sounds in the room were the sinful slaps of your ass and thighs against him.
feeling him begin to thrust up against you, you knew he was already quickly approaching finishing, but you weren't about to let him decide that. squeezing his dick inside you, you came to a halt, holding his hips down onto the mattress and ignoring the pathetic (and weirdly hot) whines that escaped him as he jerked against you.
"you're gonna cum already? so selfish.. thought you wanted to make me feel good? thought you wanted to be my.." you trailed off your voice into a low moan as you steadily started to bounce onto his dick again, playing with your tits while finally allowing yourself to moan his name, throwing your head back.
"babybabym'gonna-mGONNA-" watching him fall apart underneath you, his body convulsed as he shot his load inside of you, feeling him twitch as you milked him until he had nothing left, collapsing back on the bed as he came down from his high. delivering the final blow, you gripped the side of his neck, whispering in his ear
toshi using his powers on you when you get too stressed out :(. helping you relax as he makes your head a little lighter. no thoughts, no worries just emptied out - completely. he would coddle you on the couch, almost babying you, as he makes out with your puffy lips. cause you don’t really need to think rn, he’ll do it all for you. no stress is needed in your pretty little head, just stay like this for him, jus’ a little more yeah?
╰┈➤ rundown; how he would deal with you catching an attitude. i had toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, suguru geto, ryusei shidou, katsuki bakugo & touya todoroki in mind for this ;)
╰┈➤ drabble; female! brat! reader, use of the words bitch, slut, fuck doll, begging, blow job, deep throating, face fucking, spanking, choking, rough + unprotected sex, creampie, dumbification, marking (hickies and scratching), hair pulling, he is MEAN.
pls let me know if i should add any more warnings !! not proofread !!
"babe." you throw your head back in annoyance, reaching for the large palms gripping your hips as if trying to right your wrongs but it only upsets him further.
"told you no touching." he roughly pins your wrists to the bed, his face nears yours and you find yourself leaning closer to kiss him but he just won't give in. "keep them there."
his warm touch finds your thighs, coaxing along the flesh before his hips roll and he slowly fucks into you.
he feels good, too good.
he always does but right now this isn't enough. the slow stroke of his cock pulling your cunt apart and the swollen head nudging your cervix isn't enough.
you feel every vein, even ridge, every bit of his stiff cock but he's fucking into you so painfully slow. your chest heaves, fingers twitching, desperate to be on his skin. you're desperate to have him messily kissing you until his pink lips are swollen.
his eyes look stony, gazing at your cunt swallowing every inch. he seems to take in every bit of slick that coats him. you're soaking. you've drenched him entirely.
he can feel you pulsing along him, he can feel your slick hot and sticky on his cock.
he loves your pussy too much for his own good. he's drunk on you and you know it too well. that's why he has to do things like this.
every pump of his hips to fill your cunt, is too slow for you to think straight.
you're aching for a rough pounding, you're aching to sink your nails into his back, to have his chain hanging in your face and his gravelly moans in your ear.
but this.
this is torture. you think this might be the worst punishment you have ever received.
he is mad, you can see it all over his face.
you spent the entire drive home squeezing your thighs together looking at him grip the steering wheel so hard his veins were more pronounced.
maybe you would've behaved if you knew this was what he had in mind.
you would think a man this enraged would have less restraint but somehow it seems to be the opposite for him.
your jaw hangs, a muted whimper escaping you as he cants his hips and sinks his cock inside you again. it feels like forever before his tip kisses your cervix. you can't help that your hips buck forward, you can't help that your legs tighten around his narrowed waist, urging him closer.
he doesn't budge.
his fingers squeeze your hips and you swear you've broken his resolve but you're left hissing in surprise when he pulls out. it's the first thing he has done swiftly all night.
"do you ever listen?" his lips pull back in irritation.
"i said i was sorry." you whine. your cunt clenches around nothing, only leaking with more slick. you're all doe eyed feigning innocence as you look up at him.
"you weren't sorry when you were acting all bitchy" he quips. his darkened eyes trail over your messy cunt, your neglected clit is just begging for his touch. for him to rid you of an itch only he can scratch.
you raise yourself to your elbows, eyes never leaving his. his breath slows when your hand caresses his chest. your skin is far softer than his.
he's only growing angrier.
he finds himself wishing he wasn't this weak for you but truthfully, he wouldn't change a thing.
your touch trails down from his stiff chest to the ridges of his abs. his head tilts to the side, you're really pushing it tonight. you stop just before his cock, your eyes skim over the stiffened thickness of his girth, coated in your wetness and leaking.
you bite down on your bottom lip before your fingers find your cunt, trailing through the wetness, you're so sensitive your back arches as you sink two fingers as deep as they can go.
"i promise i'm sorry. want you to fuck me like you mean it, think i deserve it." your voice is all whiny and soft. all honey dew and sugar coated.
you're spoilt rotten, he's the one responsible for it. you know how to get your way, you're good at it.
but you're forgetting he is as stubborn as you.
your fingers slip out, sticky with strings of wetness and you're spreading your cunt for him to see. he breathes hard.
you jolt when he roughly snatches your hand.
"you think you deserve it?" he says incredulously. "really?"
the corners of your lips tip into a sly smile that you're fighting to conceal.
"mmhm and i really need you." you know how to fuck with his head. you know how to destroy his sanity. "need to feel you deep inside me, need you to fuck me until i can't think."
you're shoved down against the sheets, his hard body meets yours, you hum at the feeling. his eyes are darker. his chest heaves more. you feel his cock brush your dripping hole and your legs instinctively hitch higher on his waist.
"if you want to get fucked, you need to listen." his hands are so much bigger, they enclose your wrists and press them to the sheets.
your tongue slips out to wet your lips and you nod. "i'll do whatever you say."
your jaw hangs in a drawn out moan as his cock slowly fills you. his abs tense due to your relentless clenching.
he's closer now, he's on you now.
you tilt your head up, lips brushing against his but he doesn't lean closer than that.
"keep your hands to yourself." he breathes. "and you only take what i give you."
you nod.
your cunt aches a little more, he's so big. every time he sinks back into you, you feel yourself stretching. he pulls you too wide and goes too deep. it rids your mind of any coherent thoughts.
you're huffing hot breaths, trying to control your hips. trying to be obedient.
your eyes trail over his face. he's pretty.
his lengthy lashes flutter, nose scrunching ever so slightly every time he feels you. he likes being in your cunt, he likes how hot you feel on him. and he likes-
"so fucking tight."
you're smiling. of course you are. your body rocks while he fucks into you. but it's still slow. he rolls his hips forward with a low grunt.
"babe."
he ignores you. he's too busy plunging his aching length inside your messy cunt.
"babe." you whine, a pout on your lips when he meets your eyes. "y'know, you haven't kissed me for the night."
you lean up to nudge your nose with his and he hates the way he falters. he hates the way he can do nothing to stop his hips roughly pounding into you before he finds his bearings.
he hates how pleased you look. he hates the way you dumbly smile with a ditzy look on your face from only a few heavy strokes of his cock. he is breathing hard into your shared air before his jaw clenches.
"listen to me or i won't fuck you at all." he doesn't know how much longer he can hold up this stupid punishment. he wonders if he's punishing you or himself because he has his pelvis flush to yours and your sticky pussy is slurping on him like you don't ever want to let him go.
too tempting.
"you're bluffing."
"try me." he grits his teeth.
he sits back on his knees, you find yourself disappointed at the distance.
"don't move."
he pumps his hips. moving shallowly, only the base of his cock exiting your gummy walls before he fucks it back into you.
you mewl. his dextrous fingers find your clit and he rolls the stilted bundle of nerves for the first time tonight.
he looks pretty like this, he looks pretty with his eyes trained on your cunt and his cock deep in you. he looks pretty with tense shoulders and a heaving chest.
you're really trying your best, you're trying to restrain every bit of you that is begging to touch him. but how can you really help yourself?
he looks good when he's mad. he looks good when his jaw is locked and you think it's cute how he flares his nose.
you know how to push his buttons. you're desperate to push him over the edge and break his resolve.
"it wouldn't make a difference if you stopped, this doesn't count as fucking me anyway." it's terribly unconvincing because your voice is all watery and broken.
he presses hard on your clit before his hand harshly smacks the twitching bundle of nerves, your hips cant upwards on his cock still lodged inside you.
if he was angry before, you feel like steam would be coming out of his ears now.
"you know what? i don't have to deal with this nasty attitude when my hand works fine." you flinch as he suddenly pulls out.
he wouldn't stop, right?
"mine does too." you retort but the ache between your legs is still begging to be quelled.
his arms flex, biceps bulging as his fingers grip your face and he squeezes your cheeks. his eyes are narrow.
oh, you've done it now.
"go ahead, fuck your little cunt for yourself. see if i care." his voice has deepened, strained with anger and his unsatisfied desires.
you can use your hand.
you can fuck your cunt until you cum. you know your body as good as he does but it won't be the same.
that wouldn't be enough.
it would not compare to his heavy body over you, or his fingers knotted in your hair. it would never compare to the girth of his cock pulling you wide open and fucking you until you're plugged full of hot, sticky strands of his seed.
why do it yourself when you can have him?
even if it means begging a little.
"babe, c'mon." you quip. he looks like he has already made up his mind and it won't change.
"i'm sick of your shit." he moves off of you, sitting at the edge of the bed but before he can reach for his boxers you are on him.
he breathes a little harder as your lips find his neck, your hand threading through the thick locks of his hair before caressing his angular jaw and trailing down his firm chest.
he jerks in surprising when your much smaller hand strokes his cock, still hot and sticky from your dripping pussy.
it's all he's thinking about, sinking deep inside you again sounds much better than depriving himself of your cunt.
he wishes you weren't so prissy then he would fuck you the way you're aching for.
"m'sorry." your voice should not be this adorable. no one could possibly resist you.
"yeah, right." he says through gritted teeth, eyes slightly rolling as your delicate hand palms his cock. he can hardly think straight and your goal for the night seems to be destroying him completely.
and then you whine in his ear like a fucking sex drunk slut.
"m'really sorry, y'know i didn't mean it. just missed you." he lets out a shaky breath, biting his lip as his eyes flick down to watch the languid strokes of your touch gliding up and down. he is covered in so much slick, so much of you that it's easy to tug at his cock.
"that's your excuse every fucking time. you act like a bitch and then say s'cause you missed me." your finger trails along his ear, a second later your tongue replaces it. he curses lowly, too caught up in the feeling of your lips trailing down the column of his throat. leaving his skin heated with saliva from sucking marks. "how does that make sense, baby?
"you're the one that didn't see me for three days." your voice is less begging now, bordering on irritation as you separate from his neck.
"there's that attitude again." he sucks his teeth, biting back a groan when you squeeze around the base of his thick cock. he tilts his head towards you, his nose nudging yours and he is all too pleased at how quickly you melt.
your eyes go wide and teary, your lips pouted and all he wants to do is bite them until they're swollen red. "i'm sorry, m'sorry, babe." he really is trying to resist you but then your little hand leaves his cock and reaches for his nape to pull him for a kiss so desperate it erases every thought of denying you.
he lets you, he lets you have your way with him. he lets you trip and fall and act like your world will end without him.
he likes you this way.
you're whimpering apologies with your tongue lashing his and he is licking into your mouth with renewed vigor.
he likes knowing how entangled you are in him.
you separate just barely, shared air growing dense with tension, with palpable want. "i'll make it up to you." you hum and his chest heaves as you steady yourself on your knees at his side and lean down to teasingly lick right below his navel.
he swallows hard because your ass is bare and perched out for him to see and all he can think about is how badly he wants to leave it bruised and stinging.
his jaw clenches tight enough to grind stones when your tongue laps over his leaking tip. you were trying to fray his resolve at the edges but it was undone a long time ago and he cannot deny himself of you any longer.
"wonder who you love more, me or my cock?" your breath is hot and damp while your slick tongue glides around his blushed head. his length glistening with the remnants of your juices and resting it's taste on your tongue.
"love you." you whimper, soft hand jerking his cock before your lips press to the tip and saliva is spewed down it.
he likes how nasty you get for him. he loves seeing the defiant heat in your eyes when you're being all mean to him because he knows this is what you'll be reduced to a second later.
he bites down on his bottom lip, hips thrusting up and muscles bulging as your slimy tongue rolls around and prods his slit.
it's hard to believe you love him more than his cock when you have the swollen and dripping head between your puffy lips and you are soaking it with spit after he had it lodged in your cunt.
"you're so big." your voice practically vibrates against his cock before you take it into your mouth, slow and deliberate. he has seen this sight too many times to count but he would never tire of it.
a soft groan rumbles in his chest as you lower yourself further. the taste of you and him, laying heavy on his throbbing erection, is one of salt and sin. the heady mixture instantly makes your head spin.
he has your mouth wide as you take him deeper, he borderline whines when you reach his base. his cock hitting the back of your stretched throat and he has to fight the urge to thrust.
all he can feel is the warmth of you wrapped around him and every muscle gripping him.
"you piss me the fuck off. always get me mad and then do shit like this... s'fucking annoying." he can hardly contain himself when his dick is shoved so deep in your throat that your pretty eyes are watering.
you hum around him, the vibration making his eyes roll before your cheeks hollow and you suck.
you are taking his soul. there is no doubt about it.
then, you go in for the kill because you bob your head and he swears he is seeing stars. "fuck. fuck, baby." his hips jerk, he wants to fuck your mouth, he wants to hold your head down and use your bratty throat as he pleases.
with the feeling of velvety warmth surrounding his cock and your pretty face coated with tears, his hand reaches for your ass.
"look so good with your mouth stuffed like this, can't talk shit when you're choking on my cock, huh?" he gropes the flesh of your ass before his hand rears back and connects with your skin. you jolt, still swallowing his cock over and over until messy strands of spit collect on his length and stream down his balls.
he soothes the sting with soft circles of his callous hand but he's smirking at the way you let out a muffled shriek when he does it again.
"s'not really your fault that you act like this, i know." he coos, eyes narrowing as he glances down at you. his dexterous fingers trail between your ass cheeks before cupping your soaking pussy. "it's hers. she makes you act all stupid, cause you let her do all the thinking."
his hand smacks your messy cunt and you whine around his cock, drooling around his girth.
you pull off with watery eyes, reaching down to rub your sticking spit into his swollen cock. every bit of you has wrecked him, he smacks your puffy cunt again, practically growling when you yelp and your cheek meets the dense muscle of his thigh.
his breathing is ragged while you work his cock, your thumb pressing hard against the vein that pulses along his underside before you lean in to drag your tongue along it.
"you're a fucking menace." he snarls, his hips bucking as he seeks more of your silken touch and your heated mouth.
you tug his cock down to envelop him back in heat as you swallow, your jaw aching at the stretch and your tongue squirming against him. his hand tangles in your hair driving his hips forward until you are gurgling and your lips are wrapped around his base.
he throws his head back, you feel unreal, you drive him insane. "actually g'na kill me." he groans, fucking into your mouth and cooing at the sight of furrowed brows and endless tears as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly.
"my pretty baby, love when you're being sweet." he hums, voice breaking into a stuttered moan. he can't get enough of your mouth, of the addictive feeling of you and having you at his mercy.
he grips your hair tight, shoving his entire length down your throat before letting go. you pull off his cock, gasping for air, spit and precum webbed in your mouth and sticking to his pulsing length. you sit up, liquid staining your jaw as you swallow the mess.
your pretty face is close to his, "still mad at me?" your voice is raspy all because he had his heavy cock deep in your throat.
he knows it will be sore tomorrow.
he knows that anyone you talk to tomorrow will be able to tell you let him raw your little throat.
"yeah." his voice lowly fills your ears yet he cups your cheek, stroking it gently which tells an entirely different story.
your kiss swollen lips pull into a smile that makes his heart beat quicken.
"won't stop until you're not mad." you clamber onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs as you reach down for his hefty cock. you drag the thickness between your folds before position it at your soaking hole.
he grips your thighs as you take him, you both sigh in unison as you slowly take every inch of his pulsing cock. "pussy's so in love with me, look at how she opens up for my cock." he groans but you can tell how little control he has because his nails are digging into your flesh.
"uh huh, loves you s'much." you drawl, looping your arms around broad shoulders, face overtaken by bliss because you finally have what you wanted.
"i know, couldn't even go three days without it cause you're fucking obsessed with me." strong muscular arms surround your waist as you drop down on him, thighs smacking against his and your back arching once you are filled to the hilt.
he has your body flush to his, so much bigger than you that he engulfs you completely. he pulls out only a little before roughly slamming into you and making you shriek.
the stretch hurts so good.
he has your cunt spread and strokes every bit of your gooey insides and now any restraint has long been thrown away.
you desperately kiss him, lips softly smacking and a smug smile tugs at his lips. "just need fucking dick to make you act right. always need me to stuff you with my cock, that's the only time you stop running this slutty mouth."
he says all of it knowing he would live and die for your pussy, he is equally as obsessed with you.
he drives his hips roughly into you, his sodden cock jamming into your walls so hard your teeth grit and your back arches.
"this is what you wanted right? wanted to get fucked so hard that you can't think. look at you, drooling for it like a slut." his lips curl back in a snarl, wet squelches filling the room with every pound of his hips.
you whine, your hands scrambling on muscly and broad shoulders as your mind goes blank. "yes, yes, s'all i wanted! feels so good." he hugs you tighter, squeezing your body against him, fingers digging into your flesh.
your body is shaking as he pounds open your sopping pussy, roughly jolting from the weight of his thrusts, your thighs practically peeling away from his each time.
you gasp into his mouth when he hits a spot deep inside you that has you entirely consumed by the delicious feel of him claiming your cunt again.
his jaw drops into a moan too, cheeks reddened and brows furrowed before his tongue flicks out. yours meets his, slimy muscles glide together as his pulsing cock drags along your insides.
"fucking nasty, your pussy is so messy for me. she's crying on my cock cause she wanted it so fucking bad. would've fucked her out earlier but you just had to be a bitch."
your fingers knot in thick tuffs of hair and he hisses when you roughly pull. you arch against him like you want to be closer even though your skin is flush to his built body.
"you love it, you love when i'm a bitch. love when i fight you and make you chase me." your plush lips part in a high pitched moan because the weight of his thrusts only increases. "s'why you fuck me like this." you whimper.
he jerks his hips, rough and powerful, it hurts. your body grinds against his and he only fucks you harder, the rhythm punishing. your forehead meets his, gasping for air because he takes it all away. his fingers are digging into your flesh and you know without a doubt they leave bruises in their wake.
"yeah." he leans in to lick into your mouth, using your body like a weightless fuck doll. "i love when my baby thinks she can mouth off to me cause it means i can fuck you like the little slut you are. don't have to feel bad about being mean to you when you deserve it." he snarls but he leans in to claim your lips in a sweet kiss.
his firm muscles are all tense and straining, your thighs trembling while he continues to buck upwards, absolutely no exhaustion overcoming him.
he kisses down your sternum before taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling the pert bud with his tongue and biting down. he groans when you tug his hair but he's sucking down and grazing his teeth on the sensitive flesh.
"you're fucking hot, baby. s'annoying." one arm keeps you secured to him, entirely at his mercy. his other hand wrapping around your throat, that's dwarfed by the size of his palm. he squeezes, enough to make you feel it, feel him.
his cock slips out shallowly and slides back into your soaked cunt with a filthy suctioning noise like your pussy wants to keep him stuck deep inside you. like she never wants to let him go.
your trembling thighs are stinging every time dense muscle meets the underside, your body already aching from the rough fucking.
"cunt's still tight as hell. doesn't matter how many times i've fucked her, she's still strangling my cock." creamy white has started collecting at his base, each thrust driving into you harder than the last and he is slamming your body down to meet every movement.
he presses his lips to yours, tongue fucking into your mouth like his cock is drilling into your pussy. he can taste himself on your tongue.
your body convulses, cunt incessantly clenching around him and it only goads him to drive deeper into you. your nails scrape at his shoulders, it seems he has fucked you entirely dumb.
his touch glides up your back before raking down your spine, leaving similar red welts. you are shivering in his lap, your cunt drenching him so much that it stains his thighs and drips down his heavy balls.
you can only let out ragged gasps as his cock throbs inside you with a steady pulse. you swear you feel every single vein on his thick cock.
"giving you exactly what you wanted, always do. got you so spoilt." his voice is low and it only makes your cunt squeeze him.
his lips find yours, hungry and demanding and you reciprocate with your tongue messily tangling with his. "so fucking tight."
he growls against your mouth, meanly pounding up into you. you can't take much more. your brain is scrambled and tears have long been streaming down your face.
"you love it, love me and my cunt and how it chokes your cock." it is throbbing, it is spewing strings of pre cum in you already.
"nasty girl, you get so nasty for me." he reaches down to strum at your swollen and jittery clit. your cunt spasming and guzzling around him. "could fuck you forever, i could live inside your pussy."
"you better." you've left streaks of red scratches down his back and chest, desperate on his skin as you lose your bearings. "you better fuck me forever, don't want you to ever stop."
he lowly laughs at your admission, his eyes blown out with desire.
his swollen lips curl back in a snarl, holding you flush to him as he quickens his hips. your pussy sucking on his cock as he begins to drill into you rougher then before, harder than before. hitting so deep you swear your vision is turning white.
he hits that spot inside you every single time, the knot in your stomach binding tighter and tighter.
your fingers pull his hair but it does little to move him, shrieking watery moans every time his cock plunges into you. you grit your teeth, lids fluttering to send an onslaught of fresh tears down your cheeks.
you are shaking, your syrupy walls spasming and gripping him tightly. he is rolling your clit quickly and intensely.
your body is jolting like you want to get away but you are holding him and pressing against him like you need him to fuck you to completion.
you can feel his cock swelling inside you, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uneven the longer he fucks you.
"g'na cum, babe. m'gna cum." you whine, crying as your head drops to his firm shoulder, you are jerking with zero restraint.
"give it to me, baby. cum all over my cock, show me how much you love it." your gummy walls quiver against him, spasming before wrapping around him so tight that he is hissing. the rhythmic pulsing has his eyes rolling before your pussy floods with your release.
it coats his cock endlessly but even then he doesn't stop fucking you open.
"s'too much, fuck it's too much." you whine and his eyes flash.
he lets you go, you barely steady yourself on trembling hands as you rest them back on his knees.
both your eyes find the messy exchange of your pussy pulled wide around his cock, your slick covering him. callous hands grip your waist and he pumps into you, quickly and unevenly.
his abs tensing and biceps bulging. you feel too good on him, you feel like heaven sent.
"take it. fucking take it all, cause this is what you were acting up for." he can barely get the words out, they're all gruff and gravelly.
his expression is overtaken by open mouth moans as he watches his cock plunge into your pulled apart slit.
you shriek at how hard he grips you, at the sting of his thighs clapping against yours. all he is looking at is how completely ruined you are.
"you're so fucking perfect." his voice breathy and drawn out, brows knitted together before his jaw hangs and his hips slam up to fill you to the brim.
you're crying out his name, you can feel his cock throbbing inside you then thick spurts of cum coat your insides. the heated liquid streams deep within you and once he has thoroughly creamed your pussy, he gathers you into his arms.
your fingers thread through his hair and your lips meet his.
"i love you so much." he pants.
"i love you too." you whisper, a bit dopey and in awe when a smile spreads across his face. he looks good when he's angry and seething but he arguably looks better like this, with flushed cheeks and softened eyes. with sweaty skin and ruffled hair. you're admiring him as you lay limp against him.
"i hope you learned your lesson."
you lightly laugh, pressing a wet smooch to his lips and though you're nodding your head the mischievous smile on your face is proof that you're plotting your next scheme.
luckily, he loves dealing with your little attitude.
thinking thoughts , still working on the other fics i mentioned
in the day to day, he loves how smart you are. he constantly finds himself in awe of your thoughtfulness, of how you reason through things, of the clever remarks that come naturally. it’s one of the main things that draws him to you.
and honestly, it makes it all the more satisfying to fuck you dumb later.
he loves seeing your eyes get cloudy and your mouth go slack with pleasure as he pounds you into the bed. watching you get less and less self-conscious every second as the buzzing in your body travels to your brain. you’re not even aware of the sounds you’re making anymore, just groaning in time with his hips, the rhythmic “uh-uh-unh” interrupted only by his own shaky gasps.
“so pretty” he pants, and means it. he prefers to have you on your back, facing him so he can see everything- your eyes glassy and half-lidded, your cheeks flushed. on display just for him. “doing so good for me darling.”
he’ll ask you questions just to see you not be able to form words into an answer. gently clearing your hair out of the way so he can see your pretty face, “you okay baby? you feeling good? should i change anything?” no response- you can’t think straight, totally blissed out.
husband!satoru : and darling they all look like me
satoru gets the wind knocked out of him.
kind of embarrassing for the strongest but,
you’d just caught him off guard okay?
i mean, who expects to be woken up by their extremely pregnant wife sobbing into his arms and then getting punched in the gut by said wife.
mind you, at three am.
certainly not him.
“ow!” satoru winces, attempting a lopsided smile “you throw a harsh punch, babe” he comments, trying to seize the situation.
“it’s not fair!” you sob, uncontrollable tears continue to stream down your face, “i’m doing all the hard work”
“yes you are” satoru nods eagerly, not wanting to piss you off any further.
“this is my third pregnancy, THIRD, i do everything i bare all the load and they all—“ you hiccup.
satoru sees it coming, he knows exactly what you’re going to say.
“they all always come out looking like YOU” you jab an accusatory finger at him.
your husband tries to open his mouth but you cut him off, rambling now “white hair, blue eyes, stupid adorable smile, it’s all you! i mean am i even a participant in their birth??”
trying not to laugh, satoru raises his hands up in mock surrender “these are all valid concerns” he affirms “but i thought you liked my features”
“yeah i did until now, when there’s two exact replicas of you running around and another on the way” you yawn, sleep already overriding your argument.
you didn’t really mean it, you loved seeing your lovers face in all of your children, but for the sake of sentimentality were you really the last of your generation? an almost extinct species truly.
“i’ll tell my genes to do better, actually you know what i’ll tell them to do worse, they’ve been outperforming recently” satoru speaks while caressing your hair and pressing soft kisses all over your face.
you patted his chest softly, almost feeling bad for punching him and already half asleep “yeah you do that”
he lightly chuckled, smiling at your belly all swollen with none other than another mini-him.
firefly; bringing back my og brand aka dad!satoru
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