Tags : [Ramblefap] [Moaning] [Whimpering] [Whiny] [Desperate] [Preamble] [Countdown] [Game] [Almost Crying] [Encouragement] [Breathing] eventually [Laughing] I kinda yap about random bs [Trying not to cum] discussion of [Cunnilingus] [Speaker Orgasm]
Tags : [Playfighting] [Consent Checks] [Pinned Down] [“Bunny” Said a Million Times] [Breeding] [Fingering] [Teasing] [Begging] [Size/Strength Difference] [Praise] [Creampie] [Aftercare]
part 18 here
do i even have to say it? read your tags !! the third read more as iTrapped but could also be 1x1 (ft. Shedletsky) so pick ur fave ! now you might ask . . "cherry, did you REALLY need to add the lance audio??" well u can also imagine it as mafioso !! and i think that one anon will reallyyy enjoy that paycheck audio ~~
Tags: [Friends to Lovers] [Competitive] [Stripping Sex Game] [Body Worship] [Begging on Your Knees] [Making Out] [Desperate Cocklust] [Sloppy Blowjob] [Big Dick] [Standing Carry Fuck] [Bottoming Out] [Doggy] [Creampie]
1x1x1x1 as this !
Tags: [Brat Taming] [Play Fighting] [Blowjob] [Deepthroat] [Multiple Orgasms] [Throatpie] [Bending You Over in the Car] [Spanking] [Fingering] [Doggy] [Pushing Your Face Into the Seat] [Hair Pulling] [Creampie]
Azure as this !
Tags: [REALLY Mean Mdom] [BFE] [Humiliation] [Degradation] [Being called Pathetic] [Condescending] [Spitting] Fingering yourself while giving a [Blowjob] [Mouth Fucking] [Oral Fixation] [Listener Orgasm][Speaker Orgasm] [Aftercare]
part 6 here !
as always read tags !!! also i swear i write too guys this is just filler content . . ALSO YES U GUYS CAN ASK FOR A CHARACTER um all audios found and linked on reddit and u are free to interpret them as u want ok
A/N: Since TikTok is got banned and then unbanned and people are making 2020 style edits again while reminiscing I’ve gotten plenty of haikyuu edits 😋 so I’m gonna make some thirsts for my favorite haikyuu post time skip men!!!
Warnings: oral, fingering, cursing, pregnancy/breeding mentioned, dry humping, getting manhandled/picked up and moved around (gently), praise (sorry if I forget anything)
Kuroo
Your ass would do the stupid video trend on TikTok to the “a boy who’s jacked and kind” sound where your bf is supposed to lift you up on his shoulder. You decide to hump his face last minute instead. The video is hilarious, just as you planned, however you didn’t plan what followed. Laughing your ass off he body slams you onto the couch laughing along. You hear him stop laughing and look him in his eyes. With no warning he’s slinking down between your legs spreading them wide. “Testsuro what are you doing?!” You say with a confused giggle. “Your cute face and stupid joke is making me want to eat you out.” He states while stripping you of your pants and panties. “So I’m gonna.” He said matter of fact before diving in like a man starved. The way he uses his tongue always has your eyes rolling. Not to mention the way his fingers fit and curl perfectly inside you hitting all the right spots.
Bokuto
All up on you ALL THE TIME!!! You love it but damn. Rubbing up on you whenever he’s needy but is too nervous to ask for help. So once you realize what he’s up too you stop him. Make him beg a little before giving into his pleads. “Feels so good baby, always feel so good!” He whimpered pitifully. You then gave him the permission to rub against your clothed cunt until he busted all over your stomach. “Fuck you look so beautiful like this.” “Thank you, Bo.” You say with a wide smile flushed pink from his compliment. “Can I eat you out now? Or fuck babies into you? Or both actually if you’ll let that be an option!!” “What??” That escalated quickly, but you’re not mad at it.
Iwazumi
In my headcanon I don’t think Iwa would be a fan of explicit pda. Hand holding, hugs and the occasional peck on the cheek is fine. Nothing too heavy. The exact opposite to this though, is he will whisper the filthiest things into your ear in public. Hand in your back pocket and head leaning into your ear he squeezes the right cheek “Your ass is mine when we get to the house. Spread and wet for me.” The side eye you give is lethal. Another time you’re on the sidelines with him during a practice match, nothing new just observing the game together. Out of nowhere he turns to you and you lean in to listen and thinking it’s going to be a regular comment on the game. Nope. “Your ass in those pants is giving me a boner. Gonna use the hell out of you later.” What the hell? You try to hide the punch of shock rocking your gut. Along with the quiver of your walls.
Ushijima
This man is physically so strong I just know he has no problem picking you up and throwing you around. I know every character is strong due to their athleticism but this man…he’s something different. You’re on the couch watching tv, he’ll come pick you up bridal style and sit back down cuddling up to you as if nothing happened. Other times your both hot and bothered in bed one night with you saying you’re “to tired, so help”. Without skipping a beat he grabs your hips picking you up and straddling you on him. Next thing you know he’s got you bouncing on his cock and coming from his fingers rubbing your clit. “I’m cumming!!” Fucking you through your high he slowly pulls you off him after he finishes. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Even after long games he’ll come home and toss you around the way he wants you. When he’s feeling particularly needy and pent up he’ll get slightly sassy with it. “Don’t move!” He said panting pace haltering before picking up faster. “I’ll move you how I want you.” Flipping you over face down, ass up. He’s magical, a perfect brute himbo for a pillow princess.
Tsukishima
Love kissing your neck and jaw. Hates that he can’t leave hickies openly all over your neck. You both have professional careers and like to keep you love life private. So in order to satiate his craving to mark your neck he instead marks your inner thighs and pelvis. Or your chest and stomach in the winter. Leaves little love bites on your ears lobes since they won’t leave marks. “Tsuki that’s really close!” You say flushed and embarrassed. He was leaving a fat hickey right next to your clit. It felt interesting, but in a good way. Slight pleasure but not there obviously. A tease perhaps? Pulling back with a pop he drug two of his fingers through your slick up to flick your clit at the end. “You’re soaking wet. I think you’re enjoying this plenty.” He chuckled at your whimper before blowing cold air on your clit. Dragging his warm tongue next he drew circles. Your eyes roll back and your hands find his hair and one of your nipples.
like he’s above things like desperate pleasure, like he’s so much cooler than that. Like he’s not that affected when you drop to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with those wide, knowing eyes.
But the second your hands slide up his thighs? The second your fingers graze the growing bulge in his sweats?
His whole body tenses.
“tch,” he scoffs, looking down at you, but you can hear the tightness in his voice, see the way his fingers twitch at his sides. “So eager, huh? You must really want this.”
You grin, batting your lashes as you pull down his waistband, just enough to let his cock spring free—long, thick and already aching for your mouth. “You’re the one who’s hard already, Kei.”
That earns you a sharp look. But before he can say anything, you lean in and press a slow, teasing kiss to his tip.
And just like that, Tsukishima’s breath shudders.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his hips twitching forward slightly, like he can’t help it. His jaw clenches, trying to hold onto that lazy indifference, but you can see it cracking.
You hum, letting your lips drag along the underside of his cock, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down the thick vein, relishing the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. His thighs flex, his fingers curling into fists.
Then, finally, you take him in—the first inch, then another, your tongue swirling over the tip before sliding lower, sucking slow and deep.
“Hhm—fuck,” Tsukishima exhales, low and breathy, his head tipping back for just a second before he forces himself to look down at you.
“Look at you,” he mutters, voice tight, threading his fingers into your hair. “So fuckin’ needy to have your mouth stuffed full, huh?”
You moan around him, making him twitch in your mouth. His grip tightens slightly, his breath coming faster now, more uneven.
“Bet you love this,” he muses, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Bet you get off on sucking me off like a good little thing“
You do. God, you do.
And you prove it by sinking lower, taking him deeper—so deep your lips nearly brush the base, your throat tightening around him.
“Shit,” he hisses, his hips jerking forward slightly before he catches himself. His fingers in your hair tighten, pulling slightly, making you whimper around him.
“God,” he groans, throwing his head back for real this time, his abs clenching as he tries to hold himself together. “Your mouth feels so fucking good—fuck, you’re gonna make me—”
You look up at him, eyes hazy, lips stretched obscenely around him, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth as you hollow your cheeks and suck harder.
“Ah, fuck—!”
That’s it. That’s it.
His fingers tighten hard in your hair, holding you still as he bucks into your mouth, losing that cool, detached control completely. His breath is ragged now, low groans spilling from his lips as he fucks into the wet heat of your throat, chasing his high like he needs it.
“Shit, shit, shit—” His voice breaks, his thighs tensing beneath your hands. “Fuck, I’m gonna—fuck—”
And then he snaps.
His whole body tenses as he spills into your mouth, hot and thick, groaning deep in his chest as he presses you down hard against him. “Take it,” he grits out, breathless. “Swallow. Be good for me.”
You do—all of it.
And when he finally lets go of your hair, when you pull back, breathless and wrecked, wiping your lips with the back of your hand—
Tsukishima looks down at you, still panting slightly, and smirks.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice still rough, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Knew you loved this.”
AUTHOR‘S NOTE: reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated💞 currently working on all the requests I received!!
your boyfriend and his stupidly big height. he loves to make fun of you because of how short you are next to him. once, you were so tired of his smirk and teasing comments, that you decided to have the great idea of throwing a snarky answer to him. "I know something that is quite short as well"
you made a big mistake, and even if you're taking it back, he needs to show you how completely wrong you are. his cock is deep inside you and he keeps thrusting into your hypersensitive pussy again and again with the same harshness as when he started fucking you. your legs are sore and you feel your mind so dizzy as your vision blurs because of the tears in your eyes. "I-I can't, is too much!" you moan while your nails dig further into his broad back. his huge body hovering over yours, hazel eyes locked on your face as you squirm right beneath him. "this is what you deserve. calling your man a short dick? are you fucking serious, babe?" he says, thrusting even harder and deeper, his tip kissing your cervix, filling you just right and his lips catching yours in a wild, sloppy kiss. you cum again and again, having lost count and all you can do is look at him with your lovely bambi eyes.
and everyone parades higuruma having his face sat on (which he does love) but he really is a man for laying prone between your legs, hooking his arms around your thighs and pressing your hips into the mattress while he eats you out into dizzying overstimulation without breaks because a hungry man must be fed and hiromi is starved
Perverted things JJK men do (established relationship)
Gojo
Cums in your conditioner bottle. He loves knowing that you wear him with you every day, that when people brush against you and inhale your sweet scent, they’re also smelling him. Satoru likes to think that it sends, on a cellular level perhaps, a message telling them you’re taken, by him.
Intent on keeping this a secret, he does the grocery shopping every time you let him know you’re running out. Unscrewing the bottle, he places the head of his cock into the hole just as he’s about to reach his peak, jerking his long and pink cock off as fast as he can, biting his bottom lip to keep from making a noise that might alert you to the depravity that’s going on in the bathroom.
Then, once he’s spilled his seed, he screws the lid back on and shakes vigorously to ensure it’s all mixed in properly and that every pump will have his cum in it. Satoru counts the hours until you excuse yourself to the bathroom and waits, in anticipation and with a leaky cock, for you to emerge all fresh and brand spanking new.
He’s never once told anyone else this, and he himself does not understand why he feels the urge to be so perverted. Sometimes he wonders how you’d react if he told you. Would you get mad? Make him stop? Or maybe you’d find it hot or adorable?
Whatever it’ll be, Satoru’s not eager to find out anytime soon. So, he continues his routine, smiles when you get a compliment on your hair, and frowns when you say you want to stop using hair conditioner and wear a hair mask instead.
What the heck is a hair mask?
Geto
Takes advantage of your sleeping form. It started off completely innocent. He just liked watching the faces you make: your brows furrow when you’re having a nightmare, your bottom lip quivers when you exhale just a little too hard, and you sometimes smile when you’re having a dream he can only hope involves him.
But then, the urge to do something darker, something secretive overwhelmed him. At night, you’re completely vulnerable. He loves pushing what he can get away with. He’ll manoeuvre your body into positions he likes — arms wide open so he can see your breasts press against the thin confines of your tank top, nipples hard and poking through; legs spread and feet together in a butterfly position so he can see your panties tight against your pussy lips, the imprints defined and he can run his finger down the seam, pressing harder where your clit is just to hear your gasp; and keeping your body still so he can pull the neckline of your tank top down, baring your beautiful tits to the night air and wrap them around his cock.
He juts between the valley, tip knocking into your chin and leaving a wet trail that breaks off as he pulls back just to thrust forward again. Careful not to thrust too hard, lest the bed creaks and you're jostled awake, he uses the immorality of his act to get himself going, knowing that you're vulnerable to his ministrations. But Suguru isn't a bad boyfriend, so he leans back and presses hard against your pussy, rubbing you to an orgasm only your sleeping form can appreciate.
Ever the gentleman, he cums into a tissue and not into your mouth, and only then can he fall asleep beside you. Then, in the morning, he shrugs when you wonder why you're always soaked in the morning. Must have had a wet dream, he says.
Choso
Takes your dirty panties with him for moral support. You don’t know he does this and he’d very much like to keep it that way in case you chalk it up to him being a curse and not knowing what's right and wrong. He knows it's wrong. The truth is, he just really really likes you. Loves you, in fact. So, he sneakily steals a panty or two from the laundry basket and stuffs them in his pockets.
There’s just something about being able to carry you with him whenever he goes. Whether, it’s whilst he’s in the car, sparring, or on a mission. He can take a piece of you out and inhale your scent, bask in your sweetness, and memorise every part of you to heart.
Of course, his intentions aren’t entirely romantic and pure. He also really likes to jerk off with your used panties wrapped around his cock. It’s shameful and embarrassing and so depraved, he knows that, but that’s precisely what gets him going. Knowing you’d be shocked bye the extent of his adoration for you makes him thrust faster. He imagines you watching, with that saccharine sweet voice, telling him to show you just how much he loves you. And he never wants to disappoint you, so in the car, parked somewhere dark, he presses the cold, wet spot of the gusset to his nose and takes a long and deep inhale.
The car shakes with the ferocity of his jerking. One hand gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white and the other holding your panties to his cock head, connecting his tip to where you were and imagining that it’s your pussy wrapped around him. The scent, the wetness, the wrongness of it all makes him cum harder than he should. And just in time to pick you up too. This way when he gets to have the real thing with you, he’ll last longer.
Toji
Pisses you off on purpose. Can’t blame him. You’re so fucking adorable when you’re mad. Seriously. You make this pouting face when you think whatever excuse he’s giving you is complete and utter bullshit, which it is. Then, you’ll cross your arms, pushing those bouncy tits up, foot tapping and accentuating your long legs. Stomping around and yelling as if you know what you’re doing. You should know by now that raising your voice only gets him hard. And damn, when you smack his chest to get his attention, it makes his dick jump in his boxers.
Leaving the toilet seat up or not using a coaster, all of it irks you and gets him going. Of course, he doesn’t do it often; you’ll goddamn leave him if he did, that’s for sure. So, he saves his little tricks up his sleeve for when he’s really horny. Like now, when he didn’t take the meat out of the freezer to defrost in time for when you came home. You’re talking his ear off about how irresponsible he is, shrugging off your work clothes one by one until you’re left in a white button up and just panties, completely blind to how he’s grinning ear to ear, watching you bend over, showing him the smooth, round fats of your ass.
God, he loves the infuriated look on your face. You’re fuming. The best part about it all is the angry sex you’re about to have. Maybe you like to get mad at him for the same reason. Maybe you hope, as you walk up to the door of your house, that he’s fucked up something, anything. And who is he to deny you? So, with faux indignation, he grabs you by the throat and hisses for you to shut the fuck up, get on your knees and open that pretty mouth of yours. Put it to better use than yapping, he says, eyes rolling back at the intensity of your suction.
Nanami
Swaps out your birth control for sugar pills. He knows it’s wrong. God, does he ever. But the temptation is too hard to resist. Kento’s already pushing it with the fact that he convinced you to get on the pill so you can make love with no barrier between you two but he just had to go a step further and make sure that the pill is useless.
It only started recently. He just wanted to fuck once knowing he could be making you a mommy at any given moment. The thought of you all plump and round with his child drives him crazy. It makes him rut into you with no rhyme or rhythm, just pushing the overflowing cum he’s already pumped in there deeper into your pussy, tutting when they spill out of you. Thumbing the errant drops, he tells you to open up and pushes it down your throat; if his cum won’t go into your womb then it should go into your stomach, right?
The tears in your eyes from the overstimulation makes his cock throb. This one of the very rare moments he ever allows himself to make you cry and he imagines you'll also cry tears of joy when you find out you're pregnant with his child, and again when the baby, a little girl he hopes, is in your arms.
Kento knows he’ll be good to you. He’ll be so good. He’ll massage your swollen feet, waddle you over to the toilet, pulling your panties down for you when you can’t, tending to every craving no matter how odd and no matter at what time. You know he’ll be a good father — he’s sweet, caring, firm when needed, reliable and dependable. So, he reasons that you won’t mind if his seed does take hold.
You love raw sex just as much as he does, after all.
Sukuna
Makes you think he’s going to kill you. He has no remorse. The high is incredible. You have a penchant for pissing him off, so when his irritation finally boils over, you see a glint in his eyes and a tick in his jaw that very much tells you one thing: run.
Of course, he has a soft spot for you so he gives you a head start. He’s a monster, not a man. Every part of him is attune to his surroundings. He knows every inch of the estate and better yet, he knows you. Where you like to hide, where you think he’d think to look, and where your little legs could take you in the short time he gave you. Sukuna could seek you out immediately, but the fun isn’t in the victory. It’s in the conquest.
Voice loud, he taunts, “I can smell your fear, woman. I can hear your pathetic quivering. I know where you are. And when I find you, I’m going to tear you to pieces.”
For the effect, he even picks up an unnecessary weapon. A stoke or an axe, something that will make a chilling noise as he drags it along the wooden floor or scrape it against the wall, letting you know he’s getting closer and closer. His cock is throbbing in his robes, heavy and swinging, as he takes a deep inhale of the fear permeating the air. It’s salty from the sheer prospect of pain and death, but also sweet because it’s undeniably yours.
Entering your chambers, he rolls his eyes at how utterly predictable, and foolish, you are. You clear haven’t learnt from any of the stupid horror movies you’ve forced him to watch — hiding under the bed is the worst thing you can do. He reminds you of that when his big hand wraps around your ankle, fondling the frail bone, and tugs. Sukuna rejoices, and leaks cum, at the blood curdling cream you let out.
You dangle in the air as his monstrous form towers over you. When he sniffs at your pussy and smells the juices you’re leaking out too, he knows you get off on the thrill too, and perhaps, that’s the real reason he loves this so much.
choso has wide eyes in the mirror's reflection as they meet yours. glossy and blown out with lust, but wide—nervous, like a deer stuck in headlights. you're bent over, back arched down as your boyfriends hands rest gently on your hips. there's a sting that lingers over your ass, and choso is holding his hand out like he's committed a crime with it.
it's not like he's vanilla—you're being fucked ass-up in front of a mirror so that you can watch him take what's his—but he's frozen still like he's appalled at his own actions.
"oh," he's flushing a gentle pink. "i'm sorry, i don't know why i did that. it was just so much and you were so—i mean... i wasn't thinking and—"
"do it again."
he's still balls deep inside of you—hips pressed tight against the flesh of your ass: his cock pulses inside of you, each veiny ridge filling you out like you're made for him. "why would i do that?"
“because it feels good,” you shrug, pushing back onto his cock a little. "cho, baby, i'm asking you to spank me, not commit a war crime."
"might as well be," he mumbles under his breath, looking down at the curve of your ass at his face scrunches up into an expression you've never seen on him before. is that... restraint?
your poor choso has never been all that good at controlling his wants and whims. he's a man whose body often betrays him: he couldn't hold an orgasm back to save his life, nor can he ever stifle those pretty moans of his. much like how he couldn't stop his hand from smacking against the flesh of your ass.
so, of course, you goad him on. clenching tight around his achy cock as you meet his gaze in the mirror. "i want you to spank me again, choso. be mean. make it hurt when i sit down tomorrow."
"i don't want to hurt you."
"don't you? you spanked me first, cho. i think you want it even more than i do."
his eyebrows furrow. its devastatingly cute for a man balls-deep inside of you. "shut up," he says with no real bite. "i didn't mean to."
"your hand just slipped and landed on my ass?"
"...yes."
you roll your eyes, and offer choso a smile in the mirrors reflection. “you look all embarrassed. just like that time you came just from kissing m—fuck!”
a sharp sting radiates over your ass cheek, and once you blink the shock out of your eyes, you’re met with a very sudden snapping of chosos hips into yours. he somehow manages to fuck you even deeper than before. with every thrust he sends you forward on the bed, until you’re no longer holding yourself up with your arms and your face is pressed right into the mattress.
“you always-” smack! “-make me feel-” smack! “-so nervous around you.”
your face screws up. “what?”
he stills, leans forward to take the sheet away from your face so you can look back at him properly. “i’m punishing you.”
“for what, giving you butterflies?”
“yes.” the sweetest of smiles pulls at his lips—you’d think it endearing if not for the way his hand slaps down onto your ass again, and he resumes his mean pace.
live and let cum, you suppose. choso drills into you in such a way that you’re cumming both quicker and harder than you ever have with him. your orgasm, the sweet way your pussy grips him in pleasured need, sends choso over the edge right after you. “mmm iloveyouiloveyouimsorryforspankingyouiloveyou”
of course with another mean spank to your ass, choso pulls out and exhales the prettiest moan you’ve heard from him as he releases all over your tender ass. you’re spent, and fucked so dumb you don’t chide him for then using his fingers to rub his cum around in soothing circles over your ass. you won’t admit it, but it feels kinda nice.
“sorry,” choso whispers as he reaches for something to wash you down with. “you should slap me as payback.”
You were minding your business, scrolling on your phone as you layed down on the couch. You couldn't hear Kokushibou calling for you and asking what you wanted for dinner...
"..Y/N, What do you wanna eat for dinner? I'll cook today." Left unreplied, he asked again.
"... Do you wanna order takeout? ...Y/N?" He asked but was left unreplied again. He kept asking..
"Y/N, did you go deaf?" His tone of voice was starting to sound annoyed, his eyebrows furrowed starting to get impatient. This was out of character since you'd reply quick.
Heavy silence filled the room, you were still on your phone texting and watching videos..
He finally got impatient, he walked over to you grabbing your waist lifting you up.
"Can't you just drop that phone for a second." He smacked your phone off of your hands, it falls onto the couch with the screen facing up. He noticed you were texting someone... A guys name?
"Huh? Oh.. Can you let me down, please..?" You tried to wiggle out of his grasp but it only tightened.
"Are you serious? I've called you, asking multiple times what you wanted for dinner or if you wanted takeout." He turned you around, glaring into your eyes.
"Oh, uhm. Sorry... I made a plan to get food with a friend." He blinked, before looking over to the phone which was still on. A new message appeared creating a low ding sound...
"When do you wanna go to that place? I'm kinda starving rn." Michikatsu turned back to you, only to see your attention focusing on the text before asking him to let you go.
"Forget about what you want. I know what I'll have for dinner." You turned to him, looking confused as he threw you onto the couch.. "What the fuck– ??" He popped his head out between your thighs, pulling your pants down with one hand as the other grabbed both of your hands..
He glided his tongue down your lower lips, followed with a soft yelp from you feeling his warm tongue.. He pushed his tongue in gripping onto your thigh. You could feel him pushing his tongue in and out, occasionally rubbing your cute bead. His hand moved to your chest..
Slipping his hand under your bra, lifting it upwards starting to play with your boob. "Ahg! Nngh– Fuck, Michikatsu! s...stop!" You were surprised with this action because it was out of character for him. You guys were only friends...
You called out, moaning and squirming under his touch... Suddenly a call appeared on your phone, making a loud ringing noise.. It was the guy you were texting.
As you reached to decline it he grabbed your hand interrupting it. "Answer it, and put it on speaker." He demanded, with his grip on your boob tightened as well..
You swipe the button upwards, answering the call... "Y/N, are you okay? You left my message on read for a while." You tried to contain your moans, as Kokushibou went faster with his tongue.. Having to answer this call especially when your already close to snapping.
"Y..yes– nngh..m" "Huh? What was that..?" "N... Nothing! Aghn- uh.." You almost let a loud one slip.. "Don't try to contain it, you little slut."
"Guhh..nghh. Ah!! Fuck I'm sorry I have to han– angh..! Up!" You hung up on the guy out of the blue as you let out a loud moan releasing over Michikatsu..
"What a rude fucking brat, you didn't even ask me for permission to hang up. All fours on the ground, now." He stood up, you tried to reply with a shaky voice..
"...s—sorry..aauuhhh.."
He smiled slightly.
"You better not ignore me next time. Fucking whore.."
"you only find sukuna attractive because he's in yuji's bod-"
LIEEEEESSSS
HAVE YALL SEEN THIS MAN?????
HIS TRUE FORM IS ONE OF THE YUMMEST, HOTTEST THINGS I'VE SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, FOUR ARMS, TWO MOUTHS, TWO COCKS, 7 FEET OF PURE MUSCLE, HIS LETHAL FACE CARD AND YOU COME HERE AND HAVE THE AUDACITY TO TELL ME I ONLY FIND HIM ATTRACTIVE BECAUSE HE'S IN YUJI'S BODY???
PUH-LEASE I'M A TOTAL FREAK FOR THIS MAN, PUT ME AND HIM IN A ROOM TOGETHER AND ONE OF US IS COMING OUT PREGNANT AND IT AINT GONNA BE MEE
AN: ahhhh I found this so hard to choose just a few. tysm for your req!!
★ oikawa toru .ᐟ
his mind goes wild when you run your tongue over his length. his eyes roll back and his hand goes immediately to your cheek to cup it while you look at him with those damn foxy eyes. he never felt so happy before, he has to recall on his mind the whole argentinian football team to not finish because it's way too much for him. you're so eager to take him in your mouth and he can't resist your pretty face, and after that, he's all yours. messi, dibu martínez, shit im going to cum, julian álvarez...
★ tsukishima kei .ᐟ
he gets so cocky when you suck his dick, especially because of how much you want to do it. he loves to tease you, but deep down, he is at your mercy. of course, you'll never know that. "such a good girl. c'mon, take a bit more of my dick" tsuki says, husky voice as he pulls your hair and sinks his hardness a bit deeper inside your mouth. your swollen lips surrounding his dick as your tongue circles around it while your split runs down your chin. it's the best feeling of your life.
★ ushijima wakatoshi .ᐟ
he gulps when you start kissing his abs. is a thing he got used to with the time, but at first, at the beginning of your intimacy together, surprised him. you're always so eager to have him in your mouth, and he groans when you finally take him. the warmth of your mouth surrounding his hardness while he caresses your hair and mumbles praises for you. he gets so lost in pleasure when you're sucking his dick, just as you. your eyes are blank and you moan against his cock, vibrations making it twist and grow harder in your mouth. he'll never get tired.
★ kozume kenma .ᐟ
he is focused on his game, but he cannot resist your pretty eyes pleading for him to let you suck his dick. "I swear I won't be loud, you won't even notice I'm under your desk" you whine, already kneeling down and between his legs. he sighs and nods, a small smile in his face. "fine" he groans when you lick all his length, from the base to the tip, biting his lower lip as he caresses your cheek.
cw: size kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, rough sex, lmk if i missed something
You knew Tsukishima was big.
It wasn’t just his height—it was the way he carried it, the way his broad shoulders framed your body when he pressed himself over you, the way his long fingers wrapped effortlessly around your wrists, pinning them above your head with zero effort.
But knowing he was big? That was different from feeling it.
And right now, you felt every inch of him.
“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained as he bottomed out, his forehead pressing against yours. “You’re so fucking tight.”
You could barely respond, nails digging into his forearms, body stretched around him in a way that had you shaking. Tsukishima always made you work for it—made you take it, slow and steady, until your body adjusted to the sheer size of him.
But tonight?
Tonight, he was impatient.
“Look at you,” he breathed, one hand sliding down to press against your lower stomach. You gasped at the sensation, the pressure making you feel even fuller, like you couldn’t take any more of him, like he was already too deep.
But that only made him smirk.
“Feel that?” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch. “That’s me, baby. All the way inside.”
Your whimper made his cock twitch inside you, and fuck, he felt it.
“God, you’re taking me so well,” he groaned, leaning down, his lips ghosting over your jaw as his hips rolled forward, slow and intentional. “Knew you could handle it. Knew you could take all of me.”
The stretch was overwhelming, every movement sending shivers up your spine, but the feeling of his hand on your stomach? Feeling just how deep he was? It made you dizzy.
“You like that, huh?” His voice was smug, his breath hot against your ear. “Bet none of those other guys ever fucked you like this.”
You clenched around him, and his smirk dropped, replaced by something hungry.
“Oh?” His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled back—just enough to leave you feeling empty—before snapping his hips forward again, hard. “That get you going, baby? Knowing you can see how deep I am?”
Your only answer was a breathless moan, your back arching, body begging for more.
