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Semi public sex with possesive obsessive itadori yuuji 🤤👀

one thing abt yuuji itadori is that once he has you that’s it, he’s on you all of the time savouring you like you’re the last ripened piece of fruit before it’s out of season and hard to find again.

constantly feeling you up in public, hands in the back pockets of your jeans or splayed out against your tummy depending on which way you’re hugging. lil canines in your neck or nipping at your earlobe.

i do think he’s the type to have fingered you in the back of a very vacant cinema screening cause you kept thanking him for the slushie and gummies with those big beautiful eyes and he didn’t know how else to show you how big his affection had become without sliding a hand under your skirt n rubbing at that cute little pussy:( so in love with you and shushing your teeny whimpers he thinks you’re so cute you do anything cute and yuuji is fucking you

also he drives his truck to empty car parks or look out spots to fuck you all the time all the time. if you go out on a date and guy flirts with you he plays it cool until you’re back in his car and then hes making you ride him reverse cow girl fingers rubbing your cunt raw until you squirt and push his fat cock out … not because he’s jealous or angry at you but because he considers it to be so sexy when other people desire what they can’t have … aka you. like it turns him on so much to know he won, leaves loads of bites and hickies across the back of your neck just for good measure though .. you are his after all

eijibbg

Please consider making this a fic....

slutsenpai

爆豪と切島 ⸻ the heat of the moment × bakugō & kirishima

fem!reader threesome with firefighters!bakugō & kirishima after they come to your “ rescue ”

request summary. hello gorgeous human, u know that i adore u & everything u write <3333 i need firefighter kirishima and bakugo who flirt their way into a date with yn and then having nasty passionate possessive sex <33333

content. afab!reader, firefighters!au, oral (f!receiving), threesome (f/m/m), finger sucking, kiribaku being kinda bi, p in v, creampie, body worship, praise, cum eating, size kink, this is so filthy hehe ; wc. 3.5k

the whole situation was stupid, really. you burnt the fuck out of some cookies, the smoke alarm goes off, and everyone in your building has to evacuate, et cetera.

of course, the two lead firemen that respond to the call are the most gorgeous himbos that you’ve ever seen, and they’re teasing you about it, just happy that everyone was okay. so you invite them to dinner for their trouble, and to prove that you actually do know what you’re doing in the kitchen.

they looked sexy in their uniforms, and they’re even sexier now.

the blonde, katsuki, is dressed in an expensive-looking tee with the sleeves partially rolled up, showing off his biceps, tucked into loose-fitting ripped jeans and some designer belt that accentuates his slutty waist. the redhead, eijiro, is wearing a short-sleeved button down half open, his toned chest and collarbones on perfect display, and casual slacks that make his thick, muscular thighs look like sin. they’re both styled with chains and rings, and katsuki has earrings that he definitely was not wearing to work the other day.

you take one look at them and you’re FUCKED.

and its worse because they know how hot they are — as soon as you open your front door, every thought in your pretty little head evaporates and kiri is all beaming, fanged grins and bakugo is smug with a knowing glint in his sanguine eyes.

“oh, you look so pretty, babydoll,” kirishima immediately lays it on thick, taking it upon himself to place one of his big, sturdy hands on your door and opening it all the way so the two can slip inside.

whoreiaki-kakyoin

Do you ever think about your fictional lover looking down at you underneath them with such intense want and hunger in their eyes that you feel like you forget how to breathe for a moment? Seeing such deep desire in their gaze that you feel vulnerable and exposed, like everything down to your very soul has been laid bare, but you also feel like something so cherished and adored? There’s something fierce and ravenous in the depth of how much they crave you, but you can’t imagine pulling away from it, even if it makes your head spin a bit to have all of that feeling focused so intensely on you… because it also thrills you like nothing else.

kayuekou

꩜ ◞ how fandom accidentally englishes names

preface ꩜ good evening this is different from my usual stuff (actual fanfiction, larping, and schizoposting) but i really wanted to explore something that's been bothering me for quite some time and thought this would serve useful especially fanfic writers. so um i hope you don't mind this small yap. tldr is down below if too lazy 2 read

಄ ⋆ PRELIMINARIES / ABSTRACT

this post examines the tendency of English-speaking fandom to reinterpret Japanese naming conventions through English-speaking linguistic frameworks. i will be using several different forms of Eastern media, such as Jujutsu Kaisen for case study. i'll be exploring why epithets are frequently mistaken for personal names, how Japanese naming works, how translation contributes to this misaligned phenomenon, and why these reinterpretations become normalized through fandom. while truthfully, triggered by one particularly frustrating fanfiction, i'll be arguing that the issue reflects a broader linguistic pattern rather than isolated author error.

to start, i must quote unnecessarily, "i think therefore i am." this does not mean anything, i just really wanted to use it because it's funny. before discussing why fandom repeatedly misinterprets foreign names, we first have to answer a surprisingly difficult question. what exactly is a name? a name, linguistically, is a term used for identification by an external observer and it can identify a class, a category of things, a single thing (people, places, objects) either uniquely, or within a given context. the entity identified by a name is called its referent. a naming convention is a set of agreed, stipulated, or generally accepted standards, norms, social norms, or criteria for naming things. it is important to note that names have rules. at first glance, a name looks like a label. a chair is a "chair," a table is called a "table," it's a very simple concept. but people are not objects, human names do not just classify, they distinguish. when i say "dog," i've identified a category; when i say "hachiko," i've identified one specific individual. so therefore, names are referential rather than descriptive. their primary purpose is to let which person is being talked about, not what kind of person they are. that's why names can be completely arbitrary, because it's simply a pointer. names also don't just identify people. they also encode relationships, telling you by who calls you what something about your relationship hence, the difference of someone calling you Jonathan, John, Johnny, Dad, Mr. Sherlock, Big John. They are all referring to the same person but every choice communicates something different; familiarity, hierarchy, affection, respect, distance, and intimacy. and i'm sure a bunch of other things. English-speakers often unconsciously assume that [First Name, denoting who they are] [Middle Name, denoting a specifier] [Last Name, denoting from where they came] is the default and universal human format. it isn't obviously, different cultures answer completely different questions. some emphasize family, ancestry, then some emphasize birthplace or achievements. some religion, some ranks. that's why some cultures have patronymics, some don't have surnames, some have courtesy names, some names change throughout their life.

having established that names perform different social functions across cultures, we arrive at another question: if these distinctions exist, why are they so frequently overlooked in English-speaking fandom? the answer is surprisingly mundane. it is not usually a failure of research (though it's the second most common reason), nor a lack of intelligence. rather, it is a consequence of how humans process unfamiliar information. the first reason is that our brains simply do this because of pattern recognition or schema activation, something i spend much time on in thinking. we as humans are extraordinarily good at categorization. we don't read every unfamiliar thing from scratch—we compare it to something we already know. linguists call these mental shortcuts schemas but for this, i simply call it 'already knowing enough' (larping). when English speakers encounter "Ryomen Sukuna," our brains don't consciously ask what naming convention is being used. they see two capitalized words and immediately retrieve the closest familiar template. a lot of what contributes to the reason of why people mistake foreign names so badly, especially names with their own alphabet, and especially with vastly different scripts, is due to once transliterated into the Latin alphabet, these names become visually familiar to English-speaking audiences. they appear to follow the same structure as English names—two capitalized words separated by a space—despite often operating according to entirely different cultural conventions. this visual familiarity encourages readers to unconsciously apply English naming expectations where they may not belong. humans also do chunking. you don't read Tanjiro as T-a-n-j-i-r-o, but Tan-Ji-Ro. you don't read my username as kayuekou but it gets mentally segmented as kay-ue-kou. or if you come from a more East Asian linguistic background, ka-yue-kou. and this isn't ...nearly all your fault. after being immersed in English naming conventions, ie. Jane Doe, Peter Parker John B. Smith, our brains automatically shove Ryomen Sukuna, Kuroki Tomoko, Kamado Tanjiro into the same system. Ryomen Sukuna is chunked into Ryomen (first name) - Sukuna (last name).

by this point, we have established three things. firstly, names are not merely arbitrary labels, but social tools that identify individuals within a cultural system. secondly, not every identifier attached to a person performs the same function. lastly, English-speaking readers naturally interpret unfamiliar naming systems through frameworks they already recognize. we now arrive at one of the most common consequences of this process: assuming that every identifier attached to a person is a given name. not every word attached to a person is attempting to answer the same question. like we discussed in the previous chapters, a given name answers, "who are you?" a family name answers, "which family do you belong to?" a patronymic answers, "whose child are you?" a title answers, "what is your rank, occupation, or position?" an honorific answers, "how should I address you?" an epithet answers, "what are you known for?" these may all appear beside one another when referring to a single person, yet they are not interchangeable. they perform different linguistic and social functions despite identifying the same referent. epithets are probably the clearest example of this distinction. an epithet is not another personal name, but a descriptive identifier attached to an individual because of a notable characteristic, achievement, reputation, or physical trait. history is full of them. Alexander the Great, Richard the Lionheart, Ivan the Terrible, Erik the Red, and William the Conqueror are all remembered through epithets. English speakers immediately recognize that "the Great" is not Alexander's surname, nor is "Lionheart" Richard's given name. these descriptors tell us something about the individual rather than functioning as the individual's personal identity. the interesting part is that this intuition often disappears when the epithet originates from another language. once romanized into the Latin alphabet, foreign epithets lose many of the visual and cultural cues that distinguish them from ordinary names. rather than seeing a descriptive title, English-speaking readers often see another capitalized word occupying the same position as a conventional first name. without consciously realizing it, the epithet is reassigned a new job. it is no longer interpreted as a description, but as a personal identifier. this distinction matters because misunderstanding an identifier is not simply a matter of pronunciation or terminology. it changes the role that identifier plays within the naming system itself. an epithet interpreted as a given name no longer functions as a description; it becomes an identity. a title mistaken for a surname no longer indicates social position; it becomes ancestry. in other words, the word has not changed—but the job we assign to it has. so anyway. this brings us to another important question. if these distinctions are meaningful, why do official translations, subtitles, and fan translations so rarely communicate them? more importantly, are translators responsible for preserving these naming systems, or are readers simply encountering the unavoidable limitations of translation itself?

so now that we've established that identifiers perform different linguistic functions and that English-speaking readers naturally interpret unfamiliar naming systems through familiar frameworks, another question inevitably follows: if these distinctions are important, why do translations so rarely preserve them? the answer is not that translators are careless. rather, translation itself is an exercise in compromise. contrary to popular belief, translation is not simply the process of replacing one word with another. every translator must constantly decide what should be preserved. should priority be given to literal meaning, readability, cultural context, historical accuracy, emotional impact, or natural dialogue? more often than not, preserving one inevitably sacrifices another. names are particularly difficult because they rarely carry meaning in isolation. instead, they exist within larger cultural systems that are often invisible to those who already understand them. a Japanese reader generally does not require a footnote explaining the function of an honorific, the order of family and given names, or whether an identifier is an epithet rather than a personal name. these conventions are already understood. an English-speaking audience, however, approaches the same text without that shared cultural framework. romanization further complicates this process. when Japanese is written in its native scripts, it is immediately recognizable as a different writing system. readers instinctively understand that they are encountering another language. once those same names are transliterated into the Latin alphabet, however, they become visually familiar. two capitalized words separated by a space resemble countless English names, despite following entirely different cultural conventions. the alphabet remains familiar even when the language does not. this creates what i consider one of romanization's greatest paradoxes: it increases accessibility while simultaneously creating an illusion of familiarity. readers correctly recognize the letters, but unconsciously assume they also recognize the system behind them. translation, therefore, often preserves the words while inevitably losing parts of the framework that gives those words meaning. again, this is not unique to Japanese. consider honorifics such as -san, -kun, or -sama. many English translations omit them entirely because there is rarely a natural English equivalent that carries identical social nuance. likewise, patronymics in Russian are frequently interpreted as middle names, while Chinese family names are often mistaken for given names simply because the translated text cannot pause to explain an entirely different naming convention every time a character is introduced. doing so would be impractical. imagine a subtitle interrupting every conversation with a linguistic lecture explaining why a particular identifier is functioning as an epithet rather than a personal name. accurate? perhaps. readable? absolutely not. translation, after all, is intended to communicate a story—not to teach an entire course in comparative linguistics. this is where fandom enters the equation. readers naturally fill in the missing pieces using the only framework they possess: their own. one fanfiction assigns an English role to an unfamiliar identifier. another writer adopts the same convention. a hundred readers encounter it repeatedly. eventually, what began as an unconscious interpretation slowly transforms into accepted fanon. the reinterpretation is no longer questioned because, through repetition, it begins to feel canonical. translation does not create these misunderstandings on its own. it merely provides the conditions under which they become possible. the actual reinterpretation occurs in the minds of readers, where unfamiliar linguistic systems are quietly reorganized into something that feels comfortably familiar.

which leads to a minor footnote, and the inciting example on why i made this post. one of my favorite little linguistic quirks in JJK is that "Ryomen Sukuna" isn't really a given name in the way a lot of English-speaking fans read it. the historical figure that inspired Jujutsu Kaisen's Sukuna is traditionally known as Ryōmen Sukuna. the term Ryōmen (両面) literally means "two-faced" or "two-sided," referring to the figure's unusual appearance. rather than functioning as an ordinary personal name, it is widely understood as a descriptive epithet attached to Sukuna. as discussed in chapter 2, epithets perform a fundamentally different function from given names. they describe rather than identify. however, once romanized into the Latin alphabet, "Ryōmen Sukuna" visually resembles a conventional English first name–surname pairing. the epithet is therefore reassigned a familiar role: first name. this interpretation is further reinforced through repetition. once a sufficient number of fanworks address Sukuna as "Ryomen," subsequent writers encounter the convention repeatedly and naturally assume it reflects canon. over time, the reinterpretation becomes self-perpetuating, not because readers consciously reject the original naming system, but because the English framework has already become normalized within the community. modern AUs present a somewhat different situation. since these settings intentionally remove characters from their historical and cultural contexts, writers are free to assign entirely new naming conventions if they wish. someone may choose to reinterpret "Ryomen" as a legal first name simply because it functions conveniently within the world of their story (but still, when you take into account kanji, and you should, it becomes messy). fanfiction is, after all, transformative by nature. admittedly, none of this prevents me from visibly twitching every time Heian-era Uraume solemnly addresses Sukuna as "Ryomen" with the energy of someone calling Alexander the Great "Great." that, however, is a personal problem rather than a linguistic one. not everyone is a nitpicker. ultimately, the question is not whether fanfiction is "allowed" to call Sukuna "Ryomen." fanfiction has never depended upon strict historical or linguistic accuracy. rather, this example demonstrates how easily unfamiliar naming systems become reorganized according to the expectations of another language. what appears to be a single naming choice is, in reality, the product of translation, cognition, and community convention acting together.

if this essay has accomplished anything, i hope it has not convinced you that your fanfiction is "wrong." rather, i hope it has convinced you that naming conventions are often far more culturally complex than they first appear. the purpose of this essay has never been to argue that every writer should become a historian, a linguist, or a professional translator before opening Google Docs. fanfiction is transformative by design. writers are free to alter names, settings, relationships, and entire worlds if doing so serves the story they wish to tell. the distinction lies in intentionality. there is a meaningful difference between deliberately changing a naming convention because it better suits your story and unconsciously changing it because you assumed it worked like English. the former is a creative decision. the latter is simply a assumption. fortunately, assumptions are surprisingly easy to challenge. when writing characters from another culture—particularly historical settings—it is often worth asking a few simple questions before assigning an unfamiliar identifier a familiar role. is this actually the person's given name? could this instead be a title, epithet, clan name, patronymic, courtesy name, or honorific? am I following a convention because the source material suggests it, or because other fanfiction does? if i removed my English expectations, would i still interpret this name the same way? the answer, of course, may still be "I'm going to write it this way anyway." and that is perfectly acceptable. the goal is not perfect authenticity. absolute historical accuracy has never been the defining characteristic of fanfiction, nor should it be. creative writing thrives on reinterpretation. what matters is understanding what you are reinterpreting. once you recognize that names are cultural systems rather than isolated words, small details begin to reveal themselves everywhere. family names stop looking like first names. patronymics stop looking like middle names. epithets stop looking like legal names. romanized words stop feeling automatically familiar simply because they share the same alphabet. most importantly, you become aware of your own assumptions. language is remarkably good at making itself invisible. we rarely notice the frameworks through which we interpret the world until we encounter one that functions differently. by then, our brains have often already attempted to reorganize the unfamiliar into something comfortably recognizable. that tendency is not a personal failing. it is simply how humans make sense of the world. the challenge—and, perhaps, the fun—is learning to recognize when our own language is quietly filling in gaps that another culture never intended to leave. and if nothing else, perhaps the next time you encounter an unfamiliar name in a piece of media, you'll pause for just a moment before asking the question that inspired this entire essay: "is that actually their name... or have i simply given it an English job?" oh and start using dictionaries.

kozusworld

Katsuki Bakugo with an inexperienced girlfriend MDNI, suggestive

Katsuki with an inexperienced girlfriend. He think she’s the sweetest thing ever and he didn’t even think twice on respecting her boundaries and understanding her situation. In fact, he wants to wait a while, maybe until you guys get to your first of dating before he really tries something but sometimes you’re just so unknowingly needy.

You’ve been feeling weird since the afternoon. you don’t know how it started, you were simply watching Katsuki spar with Eijirou and this weird feeling down by your stomach started to develop. You tried to drink some medicine, use a hot compress, even tried distracting yourself with your own work but the feeling only got worse.

Eventually you couldn’t handle it anymore.

It was a little past dinner when you called him.

The phone rings twice before he picks up.

“Hey doll.” Katsuki greets. Hearing his voice has the feeling in your stomach intensify and you couldn’t help but pinch your eyebrows together.

“Suki? Need your help.” You mumbled, turning over in bed.

You hear some shuffling on the other side of the call before he replies, “What’s wrong?”

“… My tummy feels weird.”

“What kinda weird baby?”

You try to explain the weird feeling as best as you can. Like a heat in your tummy that just won’t go away. Katsuki hums over the line as he listens patiently. Taking in every word.

“Mmm… Can you check something f’me doll?”

You nod your head before you realize your boyfriend can’t see you, “Yeah, I can.”

“Check if your panties are wet.” Katsuki mumbled.

“I didn’t pee myself ‘Suki.” You grumbled, cheeks flushing red from the sheer embarrassment of not just the situation but at what Katsuki was implying.

“I know baby, but just check f’me me alright? Bring your hand down and press against your panties and tell me if it’s wet.”

You do as he says and to your surprise, your panties are indeed wet. Overwhelmingly so that when you bring your hand back up there’s a bit of moisture on your fingertips.

“S’wet.” You mumbled into the phone shyly.

Katsuki hums and you can imagine him nodding his head in the way he does whenever he’s deep in thought.

“Wan’ me to come over ‘n fix it for ya?” Katsuki asked, voice low, “I can make that weird feeling go away baby.”

“Yes please.”

polapo22

Kirishima

m6cabre

marriage headcanons — eijirou kirishima (timeskip)

𑜷 fem!chubby!reader / art : stormcallart / same au as this

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou whose skin gets incredibly dry due to his quirk. his wife helps lather him in lotion once he gets home after patrol. she uses shea butter on days when his skin is especially dry due to using his quirk for extended periods of time.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who has stretch marks on his biceps, chest, thighs, and hips due to how often he works out and how much muscle he has gained. he has worked out at least five days a week since freshmen year of ua and those workouts are at least an hour but most last longer.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who is a pure hulking mass of muscle. he may have been relatively slimmer as a teenager, but he bulked up significantly due to training. he’s not the chiseled and vascular kind of muscular, though. he’s got a nice layer of fat over his muscles—thanks to his wife’s amazing meals that she spoils him with.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou whose wife cuts and dyes his hair because “everyone else messes it up.”

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou whose wife cried when he shaved his happy trail. genuine tears—red faced and hiccuping and snotty. she had been utterly devastated. he has only trimmed it since.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who has a habit of sneaking his calloused hands into his wife’s shirt when they’re cold to cup her breasts (with consent of course). they’re always so warm. he also holds them up if she tells him they hurt.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who never rushes his wife. he always waits until just before she’s done getting ready to get ready so she doesn’t feel rushed by him being ready.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who learned how to apply press on nails and paint nails with designs just for her.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who knows his wife is always sneaking pictures, but he never utters a word about it. why ruin her fun?

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who drinks only fruity drinks. this man hates beer and typical “man” drinks. he does love a good tequila sunrise or margarita, though.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who sends his wife bicep pics and flexing videos daily.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who lays on the couch with her doughy thighs around his head often. if he’s not laid between her thighs, she’s laying on top of him, his hands rubbing her back or resting on her rear.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who brings his wife home treats almost daily; boba, coffee, matcha, mochi, smoothies, milkshakes, popsicles. he returns with a snack, and one for himself, that they can enjoy together.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who never yells. their arguments are rare, but he never yells at her. his voice gets firm, that’s the worst of it. even if she’s screaming and crying, he won’t ever yell back. he lets her have her space and goes to apologize after she’s calmed down.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who doesn’t ever go to bed angry. being a hero, he fears for his life even when away from work. he will never sleep angry. he tells her nightly how much he loves her, holding her close and kissing her sweetly in case he doesn’t have the chance again tomorrow.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who cried on their first date, who cried at each dance, who cried when he proposed, and who cried several times at their wedding. he has never been afraid to cry around her, especially not when they’re tears of pure love and happiness.

⁀ ˳ ⟡ eijirou who has one tattoo. her name in cursive in his collar bone.

the love i hold for this man…

luvrspitt

╰ 18+ MDNI. giving head to kirishima? be careful, he’s a head pusher!

kirishima was in heaven.

with crimson eyes wide as cartoon hearts, he watched you clumsily kneel to the ground in awe, grabby fingertips squeezing and pulling his heavy cock feverishly out of his grey sweatpants.

“it’s all yours baby,” he’s cooing, stomach tensing as you place him to your lips, the breath he didn’t realize he’s been holding in puffing out of his gaped lips, “been thinking about you allll day long.”

“yeah? missed you too eiji.” it’s difficult to focus on the way he’s already falling apart just from your grasp alone, the squishy tip heated to the touch as you place a delicate kiss against it, feeling his veiny shaft jolt in excitement between your palm.

wrapping your mouth around him, two hands struggle to grip at the base of his girthy cock, cunt dampening when you hear kirishima moan your name, his gritty voice laced in sex.

sola-nater

cuteness aggression | e. kirishima

synopsis: kiri thinks you're so cute while getting ready !!

pairing: eijirou kirishima x fem!reader

word count: 961

tags/warnings: established relationship, fingering, mirror sex, doggy/standing sex (?), teasing, praise

a/n: blurb i started in class after my last final #rebel

divider cred: @cursed-carmine

Kirishima gets horrible cuteness aggression over you.

It’s spurred on by quite literally anything you do. He can barely pull himself together at the sight of you twirling around in that pretty red dress of yours (the one he bought for you), how the skirt of it sways as you walk over to your vanity to rummage through your makeup bag, then return to the bathroom, how your hair shines in the light that comes in from the window. Just the sight of it all has him grinning ear to ear.

He can’t help himself from wanting to call off the date. Or from walking up behind you, strong, beefy arms wrapping around your middle as he pulls you into his chest, warm and comforting, and all him.

“Hey, pretty.” He hums, nipping at your earlobe.

“Ei…” you drag, already suspicious. But Kiri’s not trying to hide it. He wants you to see.

His hands begin to trail down, reaching past the hem of your skirt as his large hands start to grope you. He takes a handful of your thigh, thumb threatening to sneak higher and higher.

“Nghh..Eiji..”

“Hmm? Keep doin’ that pretty makeup f’me…I’m just here..” he mumbles into your skin, sharp teeth dragging over your flesh just to soothe it after with flat licks and messy kisses. Eijirou’s hand finds the bottom hem of your panties, pads tracing over the zigzag stitching as the heat at your core burns hotter and hotter.

“Mmffgh..wh-wha..?”

“Shhh…”

All your little hums of confusion slip away as his hand starts to tug down, and slowly your panties separate from the slick of your core, the fabric bunching at your thighs as he drags further.

“Eijirou..”

“Mhmm…ain’t you pretty, huh?” “I got you, just keep gettin’ ready baby..” he coos, pushing you up against him harder, grinding the bulge of his fat cock into the plush of your ass.

Kiri wastes no more time before shoving his fingers inside of you, the plunge in quickly followed by a drag out just to do it over again as he watches your face contort with little huffs in the mirror in front of you. His other hand slides from your waist down to rub at your achy bud. He chuckles softly at the way your hips buck into his touch, and how you lean forward over the countertop, into the ledge where he can further press you into it, practically humping you.

“You got it, baby…you’re strong..whatcha got there, hm? Mascara?”

“Nghh..stop it, Kiri..” he can only laugh, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

The squelch of your wet pussy is so embarrassingly erotic, echoing around the bathroom walls. “Fuck, ‘need to be inside of you.” He grunts suddenly, pulling his fingers out of you. You whine, but it’s quickly followed by a sharp gasp as you feel the head of his cock, bare and slapping against your ass.

Eijirou grips the base of himself, running his tip along the seam of your ass cheeks before dipping below to grind against your folds.

“Fuckin’ hear that? Perfect pussy’s all wet ‘cause of me, right? ‘Cause of your Kiri?” He sings softly, praises delivering themselves straight to your ear.

“Nngh..ahhh!! Yes..yes..Ei! ‘Need you inside of me…” you beg, clutching the marble edge of the countertop before he’s filling you up. His fat head stretches you out first before he’s pushing in the rest of the way, praising you for taking him.

“There we go, beautiful, ‘making room for me..” “Perfect fucking fit.” He grunts, slapping your ass.

“Aghhh…!!”

Shallow thrusts quickly turn fast and sloppy as his hips ram hard into you. His balls slap against your clit just right as he coos at you.

“Look at you…look at you, darling…” he whines, gripping your chin up for you to stare at yourself in the mirror. His thumb hooks into your drooling mouth as he makes a poor attempt to wipe away the spit for you.

“Ohhh…fuck!!!” You cry as his other hand reaches down to circle your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as the force of his thrust makes your makeup on the counter rattle. Loose tubes of mascara as lip glosses rolling around before falling into the sink.

The bathroom fills with the sound of grunts and moans as the two of you forget you’d even decided to go out today.

“F-fuck—hah..this is what I wanted…makeup all ruined now, M’sorry baby I needed you so bad…” “Looked so cute f’me…”

“Wanted…nghh!! Fuck!—to show you how much I a-appreciated it, yeah?”

Eijirou could believe it if someone told him this was heaven. Maybe heaven was the sopping, wet cunt of his lady dripping and soaking his cock while he ruts into her like a dog.

“F-fuck! Fuck, Eijirou—M’gonna cum!”

“Yeah? Yeah, baby? Cum for me. Gush all over this dick…s’yours,”

“Nnghh..ahh!! Fuck!” You wail for a last time before your orgasm crashes over you, your back arching causing your hips to unintentionally grind back into him, his cock reaching even deeper inside of you before he’s cursing, whining out your name before his seed fills you up.

“Oh-ohh…fuck, baby..” he drools against your neck. “Perfect pussy..” His hips stutter as he holds there, listening to your sweet whimpers and relishing at the little flutters of your cunt around him.

You pant before speaking, soft spoken and sweet. “A-are we still gonna go out for lunch..?”

“Oh, sweet girl.” He comforts, tilting your face to look at him. “I’ll take you out for dinner now, yeah?”

You nod and he smiles, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

Oh, Kiri, doesn’t he know self control is a virtue?

melancholiclace

I have to know...but is Eijirou the type to make love while Lana Del Rey is playing? And if he knows when ur needy, when a specific song from Lana is playing. hehe.

BC PEPPERS—MY GOD- is my favorite, and whenever I listen to it, I always imagine myself getting ready to go on a date with Eijirou, the outfit being the one described in the song.

And as the song plays in the car, Eijirou can't help but put his hand on ur thick thigh and mindlessly rub it up and down, but it's a bit too far up on ur tight red dress.

maybe its bc his body already knows what the song means to you before his mind catches on. Do you get what I'm saying? 😏 Plus, ur so hot; he can tell you're feeling yourself in that makeup and the dress. All of your perfect rolls and the chubbiness of your arms and belly showing is so hot; he has the need to just BITE IT 👹!!

So at dinner, drinking ur wine, ur just teasing Eijirou, ur leg slowly making its way up his leg, ur cup tilted towards ur mouth to hide that teasing smile of yours as you giggle, and maybe Eijirou says something—HEHEHEH!! It's something dirty, idk, and he just grabs her leg and holds ur ankle as you feel his bulge 😩UGH IDKKK, but that would be a prob, wouldn't it, bc he's very big down there...

So maybe you can help him out under the table? hehe, cause I mean you did start it, and the table is secluded. Its outside in a glass bubble if that make sense something like this

and the table does have a typicall white cloth sooo 😗but when you say no that embarrasing he convices you HEHEHE!!!

I just had to share you this or I would've exploded fr 🫠...

oh i'm being FED you have no idea how much i'm salivating over this idea you're serving the kiri nation contains eijiro kirishima x midsize!f!reader, nsfw below cut; obvi you have to listen to lana w this

makeup done, hair styled, cute heels—and your red madison nazz dress, a cinched bodice and sweetheart neckline, something you ordered as a treat when eijiro wasn't watching. essentially, it complimented everything. stomach, biceps, tits, ass—your thighs when they peeked out from the slit. you felt good. you looked good. and evidently, eijiro also noticed before you two were supposed to leave for a dinner date.

"baby, i really hate rushing you, but it wouldn't be manly of me if i didn't tell you we might we late if we don't leave soon—"

he stopped dead in the doorway, all dressed up in his suit, tie dangling from his fingertips, phone ready to slip from his hand, unable to tear his eyes off you the moment they saw you. he did one take, then another, up and down—around the room, like he was missing something—then back on you, staring at where you stood like you were a radiant goddess (and you were in his eyes).

you turned away from the vanity, smiling. he copied your smile, like he was under a spell you put on him. "hey," he said softly, his frantic entry gone in one moment's notice. "hi."

"hi, eijiro," you greeted him back, laughing because he looked lost, like he'd been swept up in a dream or something. "i'm ready, let me just grab my purse."

"y-yeah." he blinked, then realized he was stilling holding his tie. before you could brush past him, he snapped back into focus and grabbed your hips gently. "woah, woah. um."

brow raised, you took his tie from him, thinking that was what he stopped you for.

chuckling, he adjusted his blazer as you knotted his tie around his flipped collar. "uh, thanks, hon... listen, why should we even go?"

"excuse me?"

"jus' hear me out, wait—i mean, dinner is overrated. i can cook us dinner. we shouldn't go out and eat overpriced spaghetti and cilantro. y'know, you shouldn't even leave the bedroom!"

"eiji!" you grinned, making sure his tie was straight and properly looped "we're going to dinner. you said you got us a special reservation!"

"i did. yeah, i did do that... but then, other people are going to—" he stopped himself from finishing. he knew other people—other men—would see you, and he had to okay with that because that was apparently the price of having a severely hot girlfriend and being a confident man who wasn't insecure.

with a sigh, he shook his head when you looked at him expectantly. "never mind. i know, we've had these reservations for a month. let's go before late."

you nodded, smiling, and turned to go—but still he didn't let you go. "eijiro—"

"i think you look really good," he said quietly in the doorway to your bedroom, the sunset's light pouring over through the windows with a soft warmth. "jus' wanted to say that. you look beautiful. and i'm really happy that i'm the one who gets to take you to dinner."

you happily accepted the kiss he offered you, then took him by the hand as you went to grab your purse. all the while, eijiro really hoped you couldn't tell how warm he was, or how horny he was getting.

eijibbg

T-This is so beautiful 🥹—HEHE GOT ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

drawthefae

nights like this

eijibbg

STOPPPP— TS IS TOO HOT

melancholiclace

HI GIRLYYY ^^ I just had another random Kirishima thought. This one has no smut in it though since I want this to be based on their high school years.

but imagine midsize to chubby reader talking to Mina in the locker rooms as they’re both changing and reader is talking about the training session with Kirishima and Mina being the best girl she is, is hyping her up on how good she was fighting ofc!

kirishima is outside of the lockers holding two red bean paste for the both of them, he then waits outside of the lockers room, standing next to the door.

and as reader and Mina walk to the door, reader grabs the door knob ready to twist it open until Mina says something “when are you to ever going to go out? It’s getting pretty obvious.” She said curious but has this teasing smirk.

Kirishima face immediately turns red! He can hear them, he also has a crush on reader so he holds his breath waiting for her response, waiting to be rejected cause how can someone as outgoing, kind and bubbly like reader want to be with someone like him?

and so reader responded with a frustrated groan or like an ugh replying “I don’t know..I’m not even sure he’s into chubby girls like you said Mina..I’m kinda thinking of just letting go at this point.” SOMETHING LIKE FRUSTRATED AND SAD BC TO READER, she already assuming that Eijirou might only like the fit girls bc they match his life style.

even though reader is a hero and she does work out, reader is being a bit insecure but it happens to all of us at times.

And Eijirou is shocked to hear that, and he backs up from the door once it’s opens revealing readers smiling face and Mina’s too! And he hands reader one of the red bean paste bun and then he adds himself with them.

Reader and Mina don’t know that Eijirou over heard them speaking a few second ago but Eijirou is like so so nervous internally and now is making it a mission to ask out reader and make it obvious he’s attracted to her physical appearance too!!

:p yeah this was more like a ramble lol!! But I just remember liking boys and having to let go cause they would normally head for the more skinner girls <\3 which sucks but what can you do?

I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN ABOUT HAVING CRUSHES LIKE THAT OMGGG i was lucky to meet some great guys and have relationships where i felt truly loved and now i'm back to being terrified of turning back into a hopeless romantic in college </3 but remember that you're actually super hot and guys are in love with you constantly but don't tell you!!! thank u for another awesome kiri idea lovely make sure to take care of yourself <3 contains UA era!eijiro kirishima x hero course!midsize!fem!reader + lots of fluff and mina as ur best hype woman (prob not proofread the best)

"he was totally checking you out, you know." mina struggled into her skirt, her uniform shirt draped over the bench in the locker rooms. the faint smell of perfume and snacks wafted everywhere, the result of everyone freshening up and recharging after the training set.

mina had been needling you about how well you performed out in the field and, less desiredly, about how eijiro had been watching you.

it was no secret to her that you had a huge crush on him—but what she hadn't told you that sero confided in her about eijiro's confession to him about liking you a few weeks ago...

your friends loved you, they did. and they wanted you and eijiro to figure out things for yourselves. but, god, did they wish you weren't two oblivious idiots in love.

"you're just saying that," you said, absentmindedly spritzing perfume around yourself after changing into your uniform. it was one that eijiro told you he liked the scent of during your first year—and you hadn't changed brands since.

"no, i'm not! you did seriously well out there, and you need to stop doubting yourself." mina playfully nudged you when she passed by, a smile on her face. "everyone else noticed. hell, i think you even gave todoroki a run for his money."

"i mean..." you stared at your reflection in the mirror attached to your locker door. briefly, you saw a young hero, not just yourself. however, underneath that image, you were still just that—you. "i definitely feel stronger! i'm glad others are noticing it too—"

"like kirishima?" mina asked teasingly.

"and others," you clarified quickly, though you couldn't ignore the heat that warmed your face. "but, yes, like him."

"ohmygodddd, please just go out with him already! you've had the biggest crush forever, and i'm sick of seeing you two dance around a relationship every time you interact."

"mina—" you barely dodged the hairbrush she threw, laughing. "stop it! i'm... thinking about how to go about it, that's all!" "uh-huh." her body fell casually against the lockers, causing a metal thud. "and thinking takes over a month?"

your smile dimmed, which she noticed immediately.

"hey... sorry. i didn't mean it like that. you can't rush these kinds of things, i know that."

"it's not that." you shook your head, apologetic. "it's ok. i'm just not sure that..."

you couldn't help but sigh as you admitted the truth aloud to another person besides yourself.

"i'm not sure he's into girls like me. i'm probably not his type."

mina squinted skeptically. "whaddya his type?"

"like, a girl who's more active and... i don't know, muscle-y and always at the gym, never letting up on herself to be the best—"

"woah, woah, woah." mina grabbed your shoulder and shut the door to your locker. she didn't seem to approve of how you scrutinized your round face in the mirror. "ok, first of all, you're talking like an insane person. kirishima isn't that kind of guy, i don't think he just cares about looks."

"of course he doesn't! but looks play a factor into what kind of girls guys like, and i don't think my appearance exactly... entices him."

"ok, before you say anything—" mina grabbed both of your shoulders then, like she was prepared to shake some serious sense into you. "it doesn't matter if you're bigger or smaller than the average girl, or that there even is an average size for girls. what matters is that you work out—i mean, you're on track to being a pro! but besides that, you work out, you're healthy, you try to be the best person you can be. you're kind and beautiful, and i don't want you to diminish any chance you think you have because self-doubt gets in the way!"

you wiped the tears that had snuck onto your cheeks, smiling gently. you got insecure once in a while, everyone did, but you were glad you had mina as a best friend to make you feel better.

"thanks," you murmured.

"don't mention it." mina tried to lighten the mood, smiling again and quickly grabbing her shirt to put on. "c'mon, let's get out of here and get a drink."

little to your knowledge, while you and her were talking and preparing to leave the locker room, an innocent bystander outside had overheard everything—eijiro kirishima, to be exact, who nearly dropped the red bean mochi he'd packed just for you after training.

and his mind was already racing. you thought he wouldn't like you? you? the girl of his damn dreams?

by god, he thought you were out of his league! bakugo reminded him that you probably were every time he got caught staring at you!

you were the sweetest girl to exist to him, friendly and considerate of everyone around you... before everyone else, you were his first choice in everything! he wanted to choose you! he wanted you to know how he felt—

but i failed, he thought, caught in a moment of realization. i haven't been man enough to let her know that i think she's perfect for me.

he almost dropped the pair of mochi when the door swung open, your sweet laugh mixing with mina's as the two of you came out.

"hey!" he greeted you nervously, a little too loud. thrusting one of the mochi out, he said, "got this for you!"

mina said something he couldn't catch into your ear, and you elbowed her with a large grin. "thanks, eiji. that's really nice of you."

he didn't say anything as he fell into step with the two of you, and was like a stiff board of wood while you got drinks until a few of his friends came along and lightened the mood. all eijiro could think about how much more of an effort he had to make in order to catch your attention.

and he did his very best to amend for his lacking action beforehand. there wasn't a morning or passing period you weren't walked to class or the dorms, or a day that went by when he didn't compliment you. just little things about your strength, your body, your hair—small compliments that he hoped built up to let you know that he thought you were gorgeous and amazing, midsize or not.

luckily, everything did pay off, because when he got the guts to ask you out a few weeks later, you said yes without a moment's hesitation. <3

send me asks!

kofi

cinna-creme

passed around

a/n: i just need this

d. kaminari + s. hanta + d. kirishima

“fuck baby, just like that.” denki groans, leaning back on the couch as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“denki i just- mmf! denki ‘m so full.”

bang! the front door slams open and snap your neck, continuing to ride denki as his roommates walk in.

“shit.” kirishima covers his eyes, clicking the door shut behind him.

“damn.” sero tilts his head, watching the way your ass jiggles after each sticky smack.

“dude!” kirishima slaps a hand over sero’s eyes.

“sorry.” denki calls out. “left half the blunt in the ashtray.” his hands grab your ass, scooting lower and starts fucking up into you. “fuck baby.” spank!

“we’ll-”

“nghhh!” you toss your head back. “fuck denki, i’m gonna- ahhh!” you gasp, spine straightening as your orgasm washes through you.

“move your fuckin hand.” sero slaps kirishima’s hand away.

“light it and pass it.” denki looks over your shoulder.

“wha- now?” kirishima drops his other arm, trying to look anywhere but at you.

sero is already walking towards the ashtray and taking a seat next to the both of you. “what? denki’s room too dirty for you, sweetheart?” blunt between his lips as he lights it.

“nah, she couldn’t wait.” denki bucks up into you, reaching over as sero passes the blunt.

“shouldn’t you.. like cover up, man.” kirishima winces when you turn to him with a pout.

“don’t like lookin at me, kiri?” you reach for him and his cheeks flush.

“think he likes lookin at you too much.” denki chuckles. “go over there.” he lifts you off his dick and plops you down on kiri’s lap.

“dude!? i- ??” he holds his hands up and squeezes his eyes shut.

“wanna fuck her?” denki lulls his head to the side and you roll your hips.

“can i fuck kiri?” you whine at denki. “please?” you push your lower lip out.

“and what about me?” sero pouts his lips out.

“what do you think baby?” denki offers you a lazy smile. “wanna give my friends a ride?” he passes you the blunt.

“mhm mhm.” you nod quickly, taking a hit and pushing it back into denki’s hand.

you lean forward, pressing your lips to kiri’s and blowing the smoke in his mouth. sero and denki watch at the way kiri flushes under your touch as you shove your hands under his shorts. you whine when his cock pops out, already glistening with little beads of pre.

“‘s big.” you lean back and pump him once before lifting up on your knees.

“bet he’ll cum in 2 minutes.” sero chuckles, watching the way you slide kiri up and down your folds.

“nahh, i give him 5.” denki pushes sero’s chest.

“guys..” he groans as you sink onto his tip. “shut up.” his hands grip your waist as he looks up at you. “pretty. so pretty baby.” he nods as you take inch after inch.

“you’re a pretty baby too.” sero purrs in denkis ear, plucking the blunt out of his hand and dabbing it out in the ashtray.

“wha- hah! fuck sero.” sero’s hand wraps around denki’s cock

“forgot how squirmy you get.” sero thumbs at his underside. “she’s got you fuckin soaked.” he hums, pumping him faster.

you can’t decide if you want to look down at kiri as you suck him in or over at the way sero has denki’s hips jerking off the couch. kiri grinds his hips up and your attention falls to him, eyes fluttering as he repeats the movement. his hands grip your waist as he starts to fuck up into you, not letting you do any of the work.

“shit hanta.” denki can’t help the way he fucks up into sero’s hand.

“gonna cum before ei?” sero chuckles.

“shut up.” denki’s thighs shake.

“nghh!” you’re clinging onto kiri as he pounds up into you.

kirishima has you held tightly to his chest as he snaps his hips up onto yours. your pussy is strangling his cock, your lips brushing against his neck as you whimper right into his ear. his fingers harden into your skin and your walls flutter, thighs shaking, with one more harsh snap of his hips, you cum with a cry of his name.

“shitshitshit.” kiri holds you down on his thighs as he fills you.

you turn your head to the side and find denki sated, breathing heavy with cum all over his abs and sero slowly jerking himself. sero gives you a lazy smile and reaches out a hand to you and you lift off of kiri. sero helps you over to him and slides you right down onto his cock.

“got you all to myself.” he brushes your hair back.

“hanta.” your lashes flutter.

“hm?” he slowly starts to fuck you up and down.

“‘m so tired.” you rest your head on his shoulder. “just.. use me. please.”

“ohhh, i know baby.” he coos, trailing a hand up your spine.

sero scoots down until you’re laying on his chest and he can fuck up into you. each drag out and push back in has your toes curling, little puffs of air leaving your lips and splaying across his warm skin. you press kisses all over his neck, trembling in his arms, breath catching as an orgasm already bursts through you.

“s’okay. i got you.” he rubs your back when he feels the tears on his neck.

“feels s’good.” you’re practically limp in his arms.

you peek out of his neck and see denki staring at you with lidded eyes as he strokes himself. you blink past him and kiri is doing the same, lips parted and letting out little moans. sero bucks up into you and you bury yourself back into his neck.

“focus on me.”

your hands tangle in his hair, gummy walls spasming around him at his low words. he hits that one spot and you gasp, yanking on his hair and he grins. he pushes against it over and over until you’re cumming and whining as he starts to fill you.

“can’t move.” you’re limp against him.

“don’t gotta.” denki rubs your back.

“gonna clean you up real nice.” he hums.

instead of taking you to the bath, they take you to denkis room and lay you back on the bed. each taking turns sucking the cum out of you.

bang! the front door opens and snaps shut.

“denki!!! why does the apartment smell like sex?” you hear katsuki walking down the hall. “you idiots didn’t invite me?”

“kats.” you squirm.

“they make you cum?”

“mhm.” a nod of your head.

“they clean you up yet?” he looks at the way they have your legs spread wide.

“mm-mm.” you shake your head.

“wanna take a bath?” he grins when you nod your head.

sincerely-star

katsuki and kiri are here to tell you that part two of my kiribaku fantasy au series will finally be published tomorrow. only a few more hours left !!

sorenellebrair

ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ Eijiro’s prettiest secret

cw: smut, fem!reader, pro hero kiri, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, biting (his teeth aint sharp for nth), lmk if i missed anything <3

a/n: short drabble bc im moving rn cant post as much babies

𖤓 You were Pro Hero Red Riot’s prettiest little secret.

He hated it—hated tucking you away like something shameful. It went against every instinct he had, every loud, proud bone in his body. But the thought of some villain catching wind of you, using you to get to him… it made his blood run cold. So he kept you hidden. Kept you safe. And in return, he ruined you in every way that mattered.

That’s how you ended up on your back, thighs spread wide while two of his thick fingers worked deep inside your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, baby…” His voice was low, rough, almost reverent. He watched the way you clenched around him, slick glistening down his knuckles. “Look at you. So goddamn pretty like this.”

He curled his fingers, dragging against that spongy spot that made your hips jerk. A broken whimper slipped out of you and he groaned, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your inner thigh—sharp, possessive, leaving another mark only he would ever see.

“Kiri—ah—too much,” you gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets.

He didn’t slow down. If anything, he pressed in deeper, scissoring his fingers while his tongue soothed the fresh bite. “You can take it. Been thinkin’ about this sweet little pussy all damn day.” His hips rocked against the mattress, cock straining painfully against his pants. He had ten minutes. Ten minutes before he had to meet Bakugou for a stealth op, and he was spending every last one of them between your legs.

“Missed me that bad, huh?” he murmured against your skin, breath hot. “Couldn’t even wait. Dripping all over my fingers like you need it.”

You tried to close your thighs around his wrist but he tsked, one large hand pinning your leg open. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping into you filled the room, mixing with your shaky breaths.

“Eijirou— you’re gonna be late—”

“Don’t care.” His voice was hoarse, almost desperate. He dropped his head and sealed his mouth over your swollen clit, sucking hard. The filthy, wet sound of it made your back arch clean off the bed. “Bakugou can wait. You can’t.”

His tongue flicked fast and relentless while his fingers curled again and again. The coil in your stomach wound tighter, unbearable. Your thighs started to tremble.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me. Make a mess—fuck, just like that—”

You shattered with a cry, squirting around his fingers, thighs shaking violently as he kept working you through it. He groaned like he was the one coming, lapping at you like he couldn’t get enough.

When your body finally went limp, he pulled back just enough to press a slow, lingering kiss to your twitching clit.

“Good girl,” he rasped, voice thick with want. His lips were shiny. “My good fuckin’ girl.”

He didn’t move right away. Just stayed there, breathing hard against your thigh, like he was debating whether ten minutes was enough time to flip you over and sink his cock into you after all.

luvrspitt

i just read your yuji fic OH MY GAWDDDDDDD and then i had a vision (super sexy fantasy)!!!!

yuji finding out that he can see himself inside you with each thrust and he just loses it🤤🤤🤤

this was supposed to be a more put-together request but i suppose its just a little something to think about yuji!!😊 (which i do an unhealthy amount oopsies!)

18+ MDNI. well yes!! belly bulge with yuuji it is <33

Yuuji’s hands are everywhere. Messily massaging the sides of your waist like dough, he inches his way inside of you, raspberry-pink mushroom tip catching in your entrance with a huff from his chest.

“Tight! Yeah—reallll tight baby” he bites through gritted teeth, the snug hole sucking him in. Your cunt is still so unbelievably tight around his cock even after the multiple orgasms he coaxed out of you with his tongue and fingers, his bountiful inches always forcing him to take his time filling you up, even though it pains him.

He’s well endowed—that’s no secret. The first time you ever felt his cock tent through his shorts you gasped, and the first time you saw it spring up to his stomach? the girth was wide, heavy. His cock was so big and eager it began to weigh his erection downwards—the sight so shocking you almost passed out.

So now, each time he enters your velvet walls, he does it carefully, cautiously working his way slowly inside of you, because telling by the look on your face, Yuuji’s sure it hurts.

dollet3bby

im tanning right now and i cant help but writing a poolboy!kiri x fem!reader fic LIKE HOW PEAK WOULD TS BE🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 yeah i’ll start it tonight

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