a sinderella story —k. choso
಄ established relationship, clingy & MUNCH choso, cunnalingus, hair pullling idk (based on this ask: here) ⟢ (18+) wc: 1.6k
choso dreaded nights like this, nights when you had plans that didn't revolve around him, and him only. despite his melancholic exterior there was nothing the oldest kamo wanted more than his enchanting girl tucked under his arms safe and content.
you had told your loving boyfriend beforehand naturally that tonight you and your friends would be going out. prior to leaving the shared apartment you brought his pale lips into a kiss, bestowing a curfew upon yourself and promising the outing wouldn't extend past midnight.
the toned man tugged down the hem of your dress while muttering a quick but soft 'ok, love you' in dismissal. choso's solemn umber eyes traced the fabric in envy, watching the way it clings to your physique like he should be.
when you arrived the club was packed, after finally managing to push your way to the bar counter your friends kept rallying for you to throw back drink after drink— not that you were complaining of course. inherently time is lost in the fun, your group making its way to the dance floor when the alcohol leaks into your system and makes your limbs a little too loose in comparison to your sober state.
it was way past twelve when you finally checked your phone— well an hour and thirty minutes to be exact, but that's technically a century for your boyfriend when he's away from you. the illuminated numbers burn into your inebriated mind as you wish your friends goodbye, closing an eye to 'focus' as you hastily thumb your password in to find an uber home.
choso coincidentally jolts awake from his sleep at the same time. his burly arms felt around the empty bed for his missing girlfriend while his tired eyes fought to focus on the bright alarm clock that screams '1:32' back.
when he realizes you weren't home panic sets in, line of vision frantically searching for his phone while his mind runs through every worst case scenario. finding the small electronic he immediately calls you, digits swiftly pressing on your pinned contact with urgency.
you can barely step through the door before the taller man rushes to you like an overzealous dog greeting its owner, sculpted body dropping to the floor as he wraps his hard biceps around your thigh for stability.
"missed you so much, baby" his head started nudging your leg, leaving possessive kisses trailing against the thick of your thigh, "y'smell so good."
the sight in front of you immediately changes the tone of your mood, fatigue that took over your body replaced with momentary bliss. overcome with the transient felicity you softly giggle at his needy behavior while struggling to kick your heels off, stumbling forward with the husky man anchored to your calf.
"i lost track of time, i'm sorry cho"
you confess, feeling the weight being lifted off of your leg as choso stands up next to you. in the serene environment his deep sepia eyes lock onto yours silently reading your exhausted expression.
taking initiative he picks your heels up from the floor and slips the purse off your shoulder, angling his free arm out to lead you to the bedroom without a word.
returning to your domestic cave you collapse on the plush bed, hair sprawled across the comforter as your doting boyfriend puts away your accessories. the brooding man swiftly joins your side and dips the mattress towards your left, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"how was your night?" choso perked up, pulling your legs over his bulky thighs. he used his thick fingers to softly massage into the soles of your feet, noting the slight limp you walked in with due to your heels.
"tiring," you retort back, exhaling deeply after your sentiment.
with the mix of liquor and physical activity, you laid across the mattress completely drained— body marked by the placebo of continuous moment. the drowsiness that consumed your form had you bed bound and weary, every nerve under your skin slowly unwinding with each passing minute.
choso reached his arms to push the hem of your dress up, signaling you to raise your hips while he pulled down the elastic of your tights. the soft cotton tickled against your skin as he rolled the fabric down delicately.
"you looked absolutely gorgeous tonight" the pale man mumbled, discarding the frail garment when he freed you from it. his hands intuitively squeezed the flesh leading up to your thigh while he prepared to fully undress you.
reaching your pelvis, he snakes his palms under the small of your back, encouraging you to subsequently raise your arms in the air as he lifted the dress over your head.
"so pretty, my angel" choso continued, tossing your dress to rejoin with the disregarded tights. his calloused hands quickly sustained their activity, molding your soft skin under his fingertips like you were his prized possession.
he perpetually complimented you, filling the once tranquil room with nonsensical rambling— every word hitting your intoxicated muscle and bouncing right off. when he reached your throat you could finally make sense of his irrepressible language.
"need you so bad, wanna taste you" the weary man mumbled against your neck, littering dark hickeys that contrast the hue of his tired eyes.
you didn't respond more than a nod and a hum, giving choso more than enough confirmation to begin what his lascivious mind had envisioned in his dreams long before you came home. the oldest kamo took your answer and felt his arm instinctively reaching below your waist, sophisticated fingers tracing along the thin elastic of your panties.
the sensuous activity around your throat is replaced when his knuckles wrap around the waistband, cascading the petite material slowly down the dough of your thighs as he drags his tongue across your body.
when his lips meet right above your slit he finally manages to unhook the garment from your ankle, leaning up to toss it aside, completing the abandoned pile on the floor. the sudden lack of attention has your hips bucking up impulsively, abstractedly craving more. choso spreads your legs gently at the act, practically cooing at you with his soft tone.
"s' ok, let me take care of you"
his head dove between your thighs peppering sugary kisses against your cunt until it was sticky with slick. each teasing peck sending shivers up your spine in anticipation, your body jolting when his wet tongue swipes at your slit.
choso's palm shifted around your inner thigh spreading your legs further open. the extra space allows him to fully see your cunt, leaving one last kiss against your clit before laying his tongue flat on your heat.
he swiftly switches from syrupy sweet teasing to lustful pursuit, making out with your puffy pussy and groaning into your core. his hands move autonomously, the left holding the thick of your thigh down while his dominant crept against the slightly damp sheets, gathering slick on his fingertips that dripped below his mouth.
the luscious taste against choso's swollen lips has his eyes rolling back into his skull, boxers tightening with each lick to your sopping cunt. he started grinding against the mattress before his brain could even process his actions— your unconcealed moans spurring him on.
his thick fingers dipped into your heat. a rhythmic pace was gradually built while he cautiously added one, then two. shockwaves of euphoria were spread across your nervous system when his digits curved against your gummy walls. the staggering pleasure has your hands flying to his hair, acrylics scratching at his scalp when he quickens his pace.
his mouth continued defiling you sloppily, each kiss to your cunt soaking his chin further. choso alternated between licking relentlessly and sucking on your sensitive nerves as his fingers curled against your sweet spot.
the vulgar attention has your intoxicated mind fuzzy with exhilaration, you can feel the undeniable bubble in your stomach about to pop. without thinking you bury your nails further into his disheveled hair, gripping the onyx strands to ride his face at an incoherent pace.
the feeling was breath hitching as your overworked hips stuttered against his dusted stubble, in an attempt to chase your oncoming climax you completely take over his endeavor and grind against his wet muscle. your adoring boyfriend lets you use him of course, slipping out his digits and obediently using his tongue.
a mix of curses and mellifluous whines ripped through the diminutive room as you crossed the edge, creaming on choso's face. the elating mewls that echoed off the walls are replaced by soft panting while you come down from your euphoric high.
however, the incessant mouth work from the brawny man between your legs never falters— making you have to physically push his head away with your feeble limbs. your palm shoved fiercely against his forehead until he unlatched his ravenous lips, overstimulated whines spewing reluctantly from your sore vocal cords with the prolonged contact.
choso's bronze eyes peeked at you from beyond your thighs as he slowly maneuvered his body closer to your slumped form. his vast biceps enclosed around your head when he greeted you again, flashing you a shy smile before scooping your chin into a kiss, intruding his tongue past your lips and mixing your saliva with the taste of your own sugary release.
gamer bf!choso
━ ⟢ (18+) / established relationship (obviously), male masterbation, mentioned overstim ; thank u bf for inspo ik ur prob seeing this
choso had been slouched in his chair for hours. the game he was tryharding was paused, escape menu looping the same obscure melody while his headphones were thrown askew. however, the repetitive music was barely audible with his shaky moans filling the room.
his calloused hand was glazed in his own climax, thighs covered in the sticky residue of past orgasms as he meticulously kneaded his thick cock. the scene he displayed was audibly sensual yet visibly corrupt— pornographic groans echoing off the frail walls while he mindlessly scrolled your instagram feed to fuel his vulgar exertion.
choso's knees continuously slammed into the bottom of his desk as his body inadvertently twitched in pleasure, muscles jolting with desperation every time his digits swiped across his puffy tip. the needy man used his past releases to lubricate his palm, correspondingly spreading the flood of pre cum that leaked from his slit to create a delicious schlick sound that vibrated across his eardrums. despite being in the compact room alone he vicariously lived through his fantasies by looking at your photos.
although he could easily show up to your place and put his imagination to reality, there was something carnal about letting his daydreams leak into what was left of his forfeiting sensibility. your boyfriend's rough vocal cords unwillingly filled with whines as he came again, small mewls of your name dripped from his tongue and entangled with the drool seeping from the corner of his mouth.
he was so pathetic. euphoria lighting up his brain as another load shot up his chest, drenching his shirt and staining the thin material. choso clenched his eyes shut as the overstimulating climax ripped through his body, dramatically tossing his phone aside as he burned each image into his mental personal collection.
slow deliberate strokes continued as the exhausted man squeezed his base, composing himself while his free arm searched heedlessly for the abandoned device on his desk. the older kamo unlocks it with a swipe and presses on his singular pinned contact, formatting a simple text and awaiting your reaction.
Ur katsuki gives me life oh my days im so nasty for him like if i died today but it was next to katsuki specifically the one u write ohhh lawd ohohohohoho id go to heaven and there wld deadass be thunder and lighting from the force ill use to ride him like ohohohoyoyo flip i love him sm
Long story short never stop writing ur so amazeballs
gamer bf!choso
━ ⟢ (18+) / established relationship (obviously), male masterbation, mentioned overstim ; thank u bf for inspo ik ur prob seeing this
choso had been slouched in his chair for hours. the game he was tryharding was paused, escape menu looping the same obscure melody while his headphones were thrown askew. however, the repetitive music was barely audible with his shaky moans filling the room.
his calloused hand was glazed in his own climax, thighs covered in the sticky residue of past orgasms as he meticulously kneaded his thick cock. the scene he displayed was audibly sensual yet visibly corrupt— pornographic groans echoing off the frail walls while he mindlessly scrolled your instagram feed to fuel his vulgar exertion.
choso's knees continuously slammed into the bottom of his desk as his body inadvertently twitched in pleasure, muscles jolting with desperation every time his digits swiped across his puffy tip. the needy man used his past releases to lubricate his palm, correspondingly spreading the flood of pre cum that leaked from his slit to create a delicious schlick sound that vibrated across his eardrums. despite being in the compact room alone he vicariously lived through his fantasies by looking at your photos.
although he could easily show up to your place and put his imagination to reality, there was something carnal about letting his daydreams leak into what was left of his forfeiting sensibility. your boyfriend's rough vocal cords unwillingly filled with whines as he came again, small mewls of your name dripped from his tongue and entangled with the drool seeping from the corner of his mouth.
he was so pathetic. euphoria lighting up his brain as another load shot up his chest, drenching his shirt and staining the thin material. choso clenched his eyes shut as the overstimulating climax ripped through his body, dramatically tossing his phone aside as he burned each image into his mental personal collection.
slow deliberate strokes continued as the exhausted man squeezed his base, composing himself while his free arm searched heedlessly for the abandoned device on his desk. the older kamo unlocks it with a swipe and presses on his singular pinned contact, formatting a simple text and awaiting your reaction.
gloomy…… i come to you begging…… pleading…… i’m on my freak knees begging for you here…..
i have this thought in my brain where katsuki and kirishima are roommates and in the locker room at work katsuki is bitching to sero and denki that kiri has been keeping him up “fucking his new toy” he even goes on to bitch he hasn’t even seen her face just listen to her moan and scream and squeal, and kiri walks in and of course denki is all “whose the new girl” and kiri zips his lips and of course tells katsuki he isn’t manly for that,
fast forward to patrol with kaminari and denki spots none other than shinsou hitoshi, which kirishima is happy to see since he’s usually doing underground hero work, but next to him stands yn. kirishima’s yn. as in, kirishima’s fuck buddy he’s told nobody about for like 3 months,…. it’s been a summer fling with no dates just casual hangouts when one of you is horny, like sure maybe something is there? but mostly sex, and shinsou grabs kiri’s yn by the chin kissing her a few times before going back to whatever they were doing (idk i thought getting coffee) and kirishima’s just short circuiting bc wtf do him and shinsou have in common
and i just imagine both of them talking about it and then confronting her and she’s like “we’re not official??” or a “but you two have huge cocks” with sweet eyes, bc she’s just big cock obsessed :)
i definitely think possessiveness and competitiveness would happen bc those two just can’t help it, with their favorite little freak
(i headcannon these two have the biggest dicks)
hi mama im so late.. working on this rn as i finish a previous req
sub!katsuki
━ ⟢ (18+) characters aged up ! pro hero au / established relationship (marriage mentioned), overstim, 'mommy' & 'ma' used, intercourse (p in v), part 1: here
your poor husband had been bedbound for hours, his deep crimson eyes sparkling with the tears that flooded his lash line. katsuki's usual insolent language had been replaced by pathetic whines, each mewl slowly pouring from his lips like raw honey.
you've made him cum— well you actually lost track of how many times the beefy hero has orgasmed in front of you. the first few times you worked him with your fist, a mix of spit and pre creating sweet schlick sounds that vibrated against his leaky cock.
changing positions had him now laying on his back, bulky legs spread so you can continue playing with his sensitive dick. bakugo's thighs and abs were sticky in his release, t-shirt soaked and discarded as his messy shaft was overworked with everything you put him through.
after making the toned man's face flush a bright rose to match the shade of his corpulent tip, you decided it was time you received some much needed attention.
you swiftly bend down to place a delicate kiss to the head of his thick length making the muscular hero shudder as your tongue peeked out to lick his slit— remnants of his salty climax infiltrating your taste buds.
the blond struggles to speak when you start to stroke his cock back to life again, coarse vocal cords grunting out remnants of typically assertive words.
"s'too much" he groans out, scarlet eyes snapping shut with the overstimulating contact. "too much—please"
ignoring his uncharacteristic pleas you continue to stroke his pretty, overworked shaft. when his chub builds up again you raise your hips over his, welcoming his bullied tip to your gummy entrance.
"i helped you feel so good baby, don't you want to help mommy feel good?"
the man unwittingly ruts his hips up hearing your voice— that name, his calloused hands magnetizing to the dough of your thighs.
your husband nodded his head along with your words, absentmindedly asking you to use him for your own pleasure. his abused cock was practically shooting blanks.
"c'mon dynamight, use your words"
hearing his hero name flow from your plush lips like a siren song turned the poor man's brain into mush.
"wan' you to feel good— use me ma"
katsuki slurs out, his mind too far intoxicated with all the pleasure.
without giving the brash man a second to breathe you drop down on his dick, fully encapsulating his length from tip to base.
the overstimulated pro rolls his eyes back at the sensation, his mouth falling agape with how tightly you sucked him into your warm embrace.
"fuckin—hah"
katsuki bit into his lip hard, muffling the unrestrained moans that spilled from his sore throat. the belligerent man couldn't muster up any confidence if he tried, let alone his usual impudent bravado.
his scarred palms dig into your hips for stability as you slowly start to ride him, building up a repetitive pace against his slack body. bakugo's physique rebelled him, drool seeping from the corner of his mouth as uncontrollable whines scarcely stifled from his weary vocal cords.
☆ g. satoru; male masturbation, intercourse (p in v), doggy style, reverse cowgirl, fingering & handjob (mentioned sexting)
-> satoru got into the habit of sending you videos during his missions, not cute videos— but dirty, perverted ones. videos where he would slap his leaky cock against the camera or stroke his length while groaning out your name. some form of media where he always displayed his brazen smirk, viscously yearning for his cute girlfriend behind the smug persona. ]
-> the proclaimed 'strongest' fucks into you so deeply. his long arms bend you over whatever surface was in his vicinity, making the fat of your ass bounce with each thrust. every time he pushes his fat cock back into your sore pussy you swear he somehow manages to go deeper.
-> satoru adored when you wore a thong, he just couldn't help himself from touching it— playing with it while he tried to fuck you senseless. he wrapped it around his length like a cock ring to keep himself closer to you, using the elastic to pull him into your tight heat.
-> your boyfriend's favorite weekend activity was to have himself knuckles deep in your cunt, of course while you return the favor and stroke him with your soft hand. every obscene squelch from his palm echoed off the bedroom walls, the sounds went right to his dick— warm precum pooling in your fist making you fuck him faster.
★ k. choso; pussyjob, male masturbation, handjob, cunnalingus/face sitting (mentioned edging & overstimulation)
-> his favorite position is having you spread out against his dick, not even putting it in as he glides it through your folds. the feeling of your slick coating his cock pushes him over the edge embarrassingly quicker than he'd like to admit, soaking your sensitive cunt with his sticky seed. unbeknownst to you, planning on using his release as lube for round two.
-> rolling his thumb over his puffy head, the only thing that can make him cum is imitating your sweet kitten licks. tears sparkle against his lash line as he mindlessly kneads his swollen cock, red and puffy from his own overstimulation. his dick is so pretty, leaking salty pre before he finishes— chanting your name with each rope shooting from his weepy slit.
-> choso loves when you tease his fat cock with the most minimal contact, driving the raven haired man insane. the delicate traces of your hand send jolts to his nerves— so close to the edge but not enough to meet his climax. his mind goes blank with any sense of your touch, pathetically groaning as a puddle of precum pooled onto his abs.
-> you finally get choso to shut up— in the most mutually beneficial way possible of course. his whines vibrated against your clit as you mercilessly worked his sensitive length. small mewls turned to loud moans every time you swiped your thumb across his blushed head, forcing his pretty mouth to drool on your folds.
☆ g. suguru; intercourse (p in v), reverse cowgirl, collapsed cowgirl, doggy, unprotected sex, cunnalingus/face sitting, light spanking kink
-> like satoru, he stuffs you so mean :( making you bounce on his leaky cock while his grunts echo against your ears. suguru adores seeing his pretty girl fuck herself silly on his big dick, his thick fingers leaving flushed marks on the fat of your ass as you use him for your own pleasure.
-> of course he can he nice too, holding you sweetly while his tongue swirls around your sensitive nipples. his hands glide down your body so delicately, admiring your physique like its the first time he's seeing you again. well— at first he lets you find your own rhythm, flexing his biceps as his hips pick up the lost pace.
-> you take off the condom when he momentarily pulls out, tugging on the rubber as it snaps off his length. feeling so cock drunk you arch your back further, begging the taller man to continue thrusting back into your heat without the opaque barrier. when he pushes back in you can feel every vein nestled in your tights cunt, the curve of his dick curling just right against your cervix.
-> geto's preferred position is this, having you bent over his face grinding your drenched cunt across his lips. knowing your boyfriend, he needed to grab your ass— smack the thick of it against his palm whether he was defiling it with his length or tongue.
★ f. toji; intercourse (p in v), missionary, standing missionary, dry(?) humping, creampie/unprotected sex
(mentioned alcohol consumption & slight size kink)
-> the brawny man could never do just his tip. no matter how many promises he makes, or swears that fall from his beer soaked lips, once his fat tip suctioned inside your pussy all bets are off. his hips involuntarily move forward, dark jade eyes rolling back into his skull when his unruly happy trail meets your pelvis.
-> your boyfriend gets lazy and tired, that's unfortunately the deal when dating an older man. luckily for you, toji lets you drag your puffy cunt across his body, humping your clit against the rough denim of his jeans whenever he's too exhausted to pound into your tight hole.
-> toji is so filthy and vile, holding you down and bullying his load into your sopping cunt. the muscular man can't help finishing in you— not when you suck him in so tightly, what else was he supposed to do?
-> he loves picking you up and fucking you in whatever position he wants. the older fushiguro's big beefy arms wrap around you so easily, almost too easy as he contorts your body to effortlessly take his thick cock. quickies were so simple with the way he single handily swiped your panties to the side to line up his swollen tip with your entrance.
i like bakugo, right,,, but like,,, your fics make me like him more,,,
this is the best compliment ever i'm geekin😝
no but fr i find this kinda funny bc he isn't even my fav, i just really love his characterization. idk i feel like he's much more than the angry/loud or dominate guy people make him out to be on this app
roommates —b. katsuki
಄ characters aged up ! pro hero au / cunnalingus, drunk bakugo (who is oh so bad with words), not so much an established relationship but sexual tension ⟢ (18+) wc: 0.9k
katsuki comes home from a mission fatigued. the front door slams shut with a heavy thud as his laced boots are swiftly tossed off with his heavy gauntlets. the irritable man grumbled insistently while trudging to your shared living room, aggravated echoes bouncing off of the thin walls.
finally reaching the couch, he launches his exasperated body on the cushions. while shifting his ash embedded mask onto his forehead, his vermilion eyes lock onto your form in the kitchen— noticing the lack of pants and oversized t-shirt that consumed your form. specifically his t-shirt.
bakugo stretches for the remote and grunts out to you from his spot, signifying his return home.
knowing exactly what the blond is failing to enunciate you move from your position to the fridge, searching the cluttered appliance for his designated beverage. living with the belligerent man has taught you a thing or two about non verbal communication to say the least.
within the first month of rooming with the taller man you've gotten used to his particular language— learning which curses he means lovingly, and when his grunts articulate full sentences. although the cocky hero wasn't always the most talkative, he communicates with you in his own unique way.
after retrieving a cold beer bottle from the fridge you glide to his position in the small room, giving him the glass and sliding into the empty spot next to the muscular man.
another thing you quickly learned living with the esteemed hero dynamight is his lack of boundaries.
katsuki usually stops after a singular beer, a treat for another successful day at the agency. today he had other plans— bottle after bottle collecting in the trash as you both watched whatever shitty tv show took up the empty space.
the amount of unspoken tension that lingers across the apartment is already suffocating, when the toned man mixes it with booze it becomes impossible to ignore.
drunk bakugo goes beyond his usual cocky attitude. while his boundary crossing formally lies at guiding you by the waist, alcohol brings out a filthier and hungrier version of the gruff man you've learned to love.
his head somehow found a spot on your thighs, reclaiming the position he thinks about while extending his calloused hand past the elastic of his boxers at night.
"wearin' my shirt?" he huffed out, tone not matching the uncharacteristically soft look on his face.
you giggled at him while bakugo's body relaxed against you in a feeling of tranquility, scarlet eyes burning into yours with need— wordlessly yearning like a sick puppy. his usual uninviting attitude is replaced with infatuation as he practically whines at your legs.
his hips involuntarily thrust into the couch, mind succumbed to your saccharine voice. that giggle— your hypnotizing fucking giggle almost knocks the air out of his lungs. even when you tease him he can't help but feel whipped, hazy thoughts consuming any sense of integrity the blond held onto.
post shift katsuki is a sight many people don't get to see— a sight fortunately you were lucky enough to witness and indulge in. the routinely aggressive man gets replaced by a syrupy sweet version, unbeknownst to you; a new personality he curated just for his stupidly cute roommate.
his inebriated mind buzzed with vile thoughts, words failing him as he results to action— pathetically pawing at your doughy thighs as his sticky beer soaked lips press onto your skin. peppering kisses down the exposed flesh, katsuki used his brawny arms to pry your thighs open.
this wasn't the first time the vermilion eyed man came home and just wanted to eat, gripping your soft skin with his thick digits as he tried to bury his head further into your heat. his tongue peeks out to lick a stripe against the fabric of your panties, soaking the already slick drenched material.
he'd rather die than admit it, but sometimes the only thing getting him through the day is the thought of you, feeling your weight crush down on him while he licks and sucks you into oblivion.
it wasn’t just that he didn’t know how to bring it up— though talking about emotions had never been his strong suit. it was the fact that you were roommates. beyond his usual struggle to coherently vocalize how he felt, the blond was genuinely afraid of how you might react if he opened up.
the risk of changing the dynamic between you, even with the fucked up sense of amity— was enough to keep the words lodged in his throat.
his unsaid feelings keep the act vile, delicate kisses turned to vulgar action with each spiraling thought. katsuki places a kiss to your clothed cunt before taking two digits and tugging on the elastic of your crotch, shifting the thin fabric without fully taking off the garment.
not taking a second for granted he dives his head straight into your sopping pussy, gathering your wetness on his tongue.
"y'taste so good" he groaned into your cunt, wet muscle lapping up your slick. bakugo was already shameless with the way he acted, when he got his head in between your thighs his brazen mouth worked you for his own pleasure.
laying his tongue flat against your folds, he softly massaged your drenched pussy with his tastebuds. his crimson eyes fluttered shut as he transitioned to suckling on your clit— finding serenity in his position below you.
the ignored show keeps running in the background as he continues to make out with your cunt, vile shlick sounds echoing from his lips competing with the volume coming from the tv.
when your climax hits you he doesn't let up, drinking your release and mixing it with his spit. your hips involuntarily jolt while you try to pull away, pushing your thighs up from the cushion and his face further into your heat.
his big hands hold your legs down, refusing to unlatch his mouth from your soaked cunt.
OMG HEY GLOOM HEY GUR ITS ME UR ANON 🍎 i wanted to ask……for a req….. SAUR! i saw this anon ask for a diff writer and it was about that one scene from the cleveland show, the one where donna’s like “i have to get home before cleveland realizes im not in bed!” and then cleveland goes “donna? DONNNA???!!!” so perchance can you write smth like that for choso? (if u write for him, ofc) i took inspiration from my-calamaitous-love i think that was the writer who got the anon ask. u can write that however u want, angst, smut, comedy, but yea. i feel like that’d be cute LOVE U TWIN 😛🤞🏽
-🍎 anon
hi gorg this is a silly idea i love it, i couldn't find the blog you were talking about but i can fs draft this idea !! im almost done with a req rn so ill start it after... and it prob will be smut
sexting w/ hitoshi
━ ⟢ tw / cw: (18+) characters aged up ! pro hero au / male masturbation, established relationship (marriage mentioned), idk
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shinso was so lazy.
he propped his phone on the desk with his lavender locks just out of view, shifting the device to focus the camera on how hard he was— straining the thin material of his black boxers. behind him is what you can vaguely make to be his office at the agency, after hours.
spreading his muscular thighs crafted from years of underground hero work, he lets you fully see his pretty cock suction to the imprisonment of his boxers. knowing your husband, hitoshi couldn't even be bothered to take his twitching dick out of the delicate confinement, visually teasing you.
from the screen, you can see the clear shape of his length. corpulent head outlined perfectly, every vein and curve on display. his fat cock leans against the thin fabric, protruding out and leaking sticky pre.
he huffed a few breaths as he carelessly kneaded his leaky tip, growing damp spot swiftly forming at his swollen head.
deep groans could be heard as he transitioned to stroking his base, wrapping his slender fingers amongst the clothed cock. needy twitches jolt his confined member against the cotton, adding the most euphoric friction to his vulgar movements.
the weary man shivered while picking up his rhythm, abs tensing behind the thin material of his t-shirt. each spasm inched him on, sloppy thrusts into his big palm override any sense of teasing.
his speed quickens as he reached an early climax— too overwhelmed with the idea of you opening this dirty message to keep edging himself further. fat beads of precum leak through his boxers, drenching the dark garment. teasing grunts become uncontrollable mewls, the perverted man too consumed in his own pleasure.
when he cums its messy and rugged— hips jerking mindlessly into his hand as he tries to secure any friction with the barrier between his assets. thick ropes of cum spill onto his boxers, staining a silver patch onto the crotch, white droplets seeping through the delicate fabric.
hitoshi ends the video by slouching just enough to flash the camera a sly smile, snickering as calloused hands brush through his disheveled hair. he squeezes his softening member one more time for the audience while catching his breath, before reaching for his phone and stopping the recording.
the violet eyed man immediately sends you the video, paired with a nonchalant, "hey baby miss u :p" text.
smoke em out —s. hanta
಄ characters aged up ! college au / perv!bff!sero x unexperienced reader, kinda oblivious reader, weed smokin, intoxicated sex, cunnalingus, slightly sleezy sero ⟢ (18+) wc: 0.8k
hanta sero knew exactly what he was doing when he sent you that text. although he likes to play coy, there's so much more to the tall man than he leads on. it was exactly 11pm when his phone lit up with the message, charcoal eyes grazing over the screen with mischief when he reads the words displayed.
11:00pm you
can't sleep. wyd :P
11:00pm hanta
nothin, just smoking lol
want me to smoke you out?
11:02pm you
ive never smoked before wym
like ur gonna share or something?
11:03pm hanta
yeah somthin like that, come over
you didn't even get a chance to knock before he opened the door, familiar sly grin already planted on his face. the toned man stepped aside to let you in, swiftly bending down in a mock bow upon your entry.
"welcome to my humble home, y'majesty"
walking into his small apartment has you consumed with a heavy amber tinted fog, warm traces lingering on every surface. intricate smoke spirals glowed in the golden street lights leaking from the blinds, artistically encapsulating the compact living space.
his coffee table is visible from the front door, uncharacteristically clean for once, and decorated with a big glass bong— refracting the small light echoing across the room.
sero guided you to the couch with a pat on the cushion beside him, a wordless invitation to join. the learning process wasn’t so graceful— after inhaling water and nearly coughing out a lung, you finally get used to the ceramic piece. hanta however doesn't let up, lighting bowl after bowl, losing track of time with each flicker of his lighter.
you didn’t even realize how late it was until both of you drifted into the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets for a post sesh snack. glancing at the neon stove light a bright "1:58" screams back, acidic colored numerals burning through your inebriated mind.
another realization that hits you is the sudden loss of sobriety, hazy brain clouded with whatever strain your friend decided to share. standing in the kitchen makes you feel dizzy, slow syrupy thoughts floating behind your lidded eyes.
hanta must have noticed your wandering attention, grabbing your wrist and muttering something about 'helping you sleep'. the tall man leads you back to the scene of the crime, long arms pushing you back onto his plush couch.
"y'feel good babe?" his cocky attitude returns, sadistic grin snaking back onto his face as he drops onto the cushion next to you— before you can even get any words out he speaks again.
"shit— you're so gorgeous" his big hands cup your face, shifting your chin up to gaze into his foggy eyes. "prettiest eyes i've ever seen"
hanta's words are so saccharine and sweet, laced with everything your intoxicated mind wanted to hear. his hands have their own agenda, moving again to trace delicately down your thighs while his eyes drift across your physique.
"just tell me when to stop" the onyx eyed man muttered, leaning down to latch his weed embedded lips onto your neck. all you can muster is a nod, a pathetic whimper escaping from your vocal cords as he makes contact with your exposed skin.
soft kisses turn to vulgar action, his thin digits tugging down your shorts from his adjacent position.
"wanna make you feel good— i'll help you sleep real nice baby"
sero speaks, voice laced with crude intention as he finally succeeds in pulling down your external garment. he cups your frail panties into his calloused palm, feeling your slick seep through the thin material.
the taller man groans at the sensation before shoving your underwear to the slide, using two of his digits to scoop into your wetness. his tongue dives between your folds sending shivers down your spine, wet muscle lapping at your puffy clit.
time feels strange as you sink deeper into the couch, the weed leaving you lightheaded as hanta kisses your cunt. despite your mutual impaired state, the toned man is relentless on your needy pussy— dedicated to truly 'helping' you sleep better.
he licks a crude stripe up your cunt, gathering your wetness to vilely spit it back. sero's tongue worked so meticulously, paying close attention to which spots made you mewl out.
your voice gets trapped in a repetitive cycle of 'yes' mixed with elated curses as you grab his disheveled charcoal hair, grinding your sensitive pussy into his slick covered face.
his rhythm gets overcome by your neediness, hips jolting across his plush lips while he laps up everything you give him. that intoxicating bubble in your stomach builds up quicker than usual thanks to the drug, sopping cunt riding the toned man's face.
your climax hits you hard and fast— clit scratching across his nose as you unwind over his mouth, soaking his already drenched chin.
crashing your hips back into the cushion, your cloudy mind suddenly feels overcome with slumber. the come down from euphoria mixed with your previous activities depleted the little consciousness you had left— and hanta's stash.
the muscular man chuckles darkly at your state, almost satisfied with his ability to properly carry out his word.
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