ꕥ warnings: dom/sub implications, oral f!recieving, dirty talk, crack ofc this is for fun, slander (sorry lol), black!reader as always, timeskip chargebolt and dynamight
KEIGO TAKAMI - ♾️/10
⊗ he’s a REAL eater.
⊗ you have to cry and beg for him to pop his mouth off you because he has an addiction
⊗ he thinks you taste so good
⊗ there’s not one morning his head doesn’t end up between your thighs
⊗ and at events, he’ll find a way to pull you to the nearest bathroom and get a quick one out because you just looked too good
⊗ he loves having you sit on his face
⊗ “imma eat it. AHHHHH”
⊗ he doesn’t care if you just got off of work or if you’re tired he needs your pussy on his tongue stat.
⊗ he’s such a slut.
“please- ‘s too much~!”
“c‘mon i know you got one more, i got you~”
TOUYA TODOROKI - 3/10
⊗ you thought he was an eater…?
⊗ you’re funny.
⊗ yeah unfortunately mr. long dick over here doesn’t like eating pussy
⊗ his ego is bigger than his dick
⊗ however,
⊗ on the rare occasion that he’s feeling extra nice, he’ll do more than plunge his fingers into you before he makes you take him from the back
“o-oh~..!”
“couldn’t help myself…too fuckin’ wet…”
ENJI TODORKI - 0/10
⊗ like father like son (he’s much worse)
⊗ he’s not particularly a…. giver
⊗ he’s a meanie he’d rather manhandle you instead
⊗ he don’t even like his wife and kids so what makes you think he likes you enough to eat you out
⊗ besides….even if he tried…it wouldn’t be…well…good.
⊗ he’s too rough he might bite your shit i don’t know pookie
⊗ if you beg him enough he’ll do it for like a split second
⊗ you immediately regret your decision
⊗ help him.
“wait- it’s ok it’s o-ok. nevermind…”
“what’s wrong?”
SHOTA AIZAWA - 7/10
⊗ he likes to pretend he doesn’t like giving head
⊗ but you catch him on one of those days….
⊗ he becomes a different man
⊗ and he’s mean with it, too
⊗ your thighs will have bruises from the way he forces your legs open
⊗ he likes eating you out before just because he feels satisfied having you weak before he even fucks you
⊗ he’ll edge you and tease you just to have you begging him to cum
“stay fuckin’ still, or you’re not cummin’. understand?”
MIRIO TOGATA - 10/10
⊗ yes i’m sneaking my man in here. i do not care.
⊗ he’s a certified munch y’all hate to say it
⊗ he gets it from fatgum.
⊗ (i would put him in here but then imma get nasty)
⊗ please just sit on his face and give him three minutes you will be dripping before he even puts it in
⊗ he massages your thighs and kisses your clit ‘cause he really is just so in love with you
⊗ not only will he shove his head between your thighs before he fucks you just to get a quick taste
⊗ he’ll clean you up after he fucks you, tastes himself and you
⊗ he’s a huge giver
⊗ please marry him
“such a pretty pussy, baby…’m gonna clean you right up~”
BAKUGOU KATSUKI - 9/10
⊗ oh give him five minutes
⊗ put him between your legs and he’s done for
⊗ he’s a nasty FREAK and he cannot hide it in this predicament.
⊗ he swears up and down ‘he doesn’t eat pussy’ to all his friends and every girl who brings it up
⊗ but if it’s his baby? someone he’s really into?
⊗ you see a completely different side of him
⊗ and he makes everything so messy
⊗ he’s so focused when he does it and when he looks up at you… you are done for
⊗ he can make you cum quick to get you wet enough to just slip in– then he gets right to business
“kats~…”
“taste so good…so fucking good..”
DENKI KAMINARI - 11/10
⊗ y’all thought i wasn’t gonna put him here?
⊗ he refers to himself as an eater
⊗ he has no shame
⊗ he’ll eat it in the morning, for lunch, after dinner, for dessert- he really doesn’t care
⊗ he definitely can get off just from giving you head
⊗ the feeling of you dripping down his chin and the sound of your moans is enough to get him up
⊗ you will be orgasming more than once
⊗ and he can go on for hours if he really wanted to
warnings: +18 mdni, cisfem reader, mutual masturbation, ‘just the tip’…. unbeta-ed: this is an unedited cluster fuck im sorry
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The springs of the couch shift as Ennoshita shimmies his pants down, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs. He watches you from the corner of his eye, biting back a smile as he settles in, trying to hide his clear excitement at being with you. His thighs, thick with muscle and fat, twitch nervously as you do the same, stripping down your underwear wordlessly and then sitting on the opposite side. With one arm thrown over the back of the couch, the other tracing over the elastic band of his underwear, he already looks throughly fucked just at the sight of you.
“Like what you see?” you ask, closer to teasing than serious. Your foot is wedged behind the couch cushion and the other is on the floor, giving Ennoshita a perfect angle to watch you as you trace lazy circles over your clit through the fabric.
“Always.” he breathes. He’s palming himself at the show, bucking up against the heel of his palm with slow rolls of his hips. The way he watches is so intense; his gaze flickers between your fingers, captivated by the way they glisten with your excitement, and your eyes.
When Ennoshita first told you his “no sex” rule, you were a little disappointed. Sure, you didn’t date him just to fuck, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted him. Isn’t that natural? To want to touch and be touched? Previous experiences had left a sour taste in Ennoshita’s mouth and you were more than happy to take your physical relationship at his speed.
'I want it to mean something when I touch you.’ he had insisted, 'I want sex to be special.’
Luckily for you, there were a couple loopholes in Ennoshita’s no sex rule.
I know Sasuke is tall and lean, and built for speed..... but I just think he LOVES slow sex. Even when it's a little rough, he wants to take his absolute time with you.
He wants to be looking into your eyes while he has you folded in half, pressing you into the mattress with his weight as he buries himself deep. Cupping the side of your face tenderly to hold your gaze as he watches you with his cheeks flushed and brows knit together, breathing raggedly as the pleasure gradually builds and builds. He makes sure you feel every inch of him with each hard, deliberately measured pump of his hips, until you're finally coming apart beneath him with a shudder and a pretty cry of his name. Committing every sound and expression you make to memory as he follows you over the edge and spills inside.
Laios doesn't care what the pussy looks like, only what it tastes like.
Nothing stops him from licking, lapping and slurping up arousal. Of sucking on labia until you aren't sure what's his spit and what's your slick. Letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin as he pulls back, accidently avoiding your clit in his exploration because he knows once he starts sucking on that throbbing bundle of nerves he won't be able to stop. The sounds you make, the way you shiver and shake.
The way you taste.
It'll be too much for him to stop no matter how much you beg, gluttonous curiosity driving you and him to overstimulation. Tongue swirling around your clit, fingers shoved into your abused cunt as he humps the bed like a hound that caught a whiff of heat. Uncaring that he's ruined the only pair of sweatpants he's worn over to your house. Light grey fabric now dark and sticky, clinging to the thatch of wheat blonde hair at his base. Cock head weeping as the sting of dragging his cock against the fleece and your sheets makes him whimper into your cunt.
summary . . . you crave levi, but he isn't there when you wake up.
contents . . . f!reader, nsfw mdni, cock warming, office (?) sex, creampie, piv, unprotected sex, fluff, honestly i haven't been in much of a mood to write smut but this has been in my drafts for a while so it gets really soft at the end— 2.2k
you walk into the room, frowning at the sight of your lover still behind his desk, bent over the parchment. light shadows his face, sparkling over him like a candle, illuminating him in a yellow hue. he’s so beautiful, and you ache for him. the desperation inside of you only grows, even though it is dually coated in worry.
“levi?” you say, lips drawn down as you approach, blinking away your sleepiness. “why are you still working?”
it’s nearly three in the morning; the bed was cold and empty when you left, and the middle of winter was unforgiving. though levi didn’t sleep often, he, at least, made an effort to when you were at his side. tonight, though, it seems he’s given up on the matter, scribbling notes on the paperwork instead.
“i have to finish this by tomorrow,” levi says, dismissive, not even bothering to glance up.
your frown deepens, and you repeat his name, softer as you come around the side of the desk. you’d woken up so desperate for him, and when he was not there to coax an orgasm out of you, you’d tried to take on the task yourself.
though, your fingers didn’t feel as nice as his did, hadn’t reached the places inside of you that his cock could. and, you craved it, craved him so much that you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep.
“come back to bed,” you mutter, but even then, you can hear the desperation in your voice, the subtle tone that it takes on whenever you want him badly.
his writing stops. he turns back to you, eyes hardening as you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. you run your soft fingertips along the juncture between his neck and jaw, batting your eyelashes at him so sweetly.
there’s a dark look in his irises that you pick up on easily, but you can’t tell if he’s irritated with you, or if it’s the lust that is spreading in the ocean of his eyes. his jaw sets, and his normally straight mouth draws tighter. “i have to finish this.”
“can i stay here, then?”
he sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek. “i’m—”
you can already hear his protest, how he’ll say your name so softly in an apology, kiss you on the lips before sending you back to your shared room. but you’re determined to get your way tonight, and you can feel the wetness gathering between your legs, the ache still thrumming through your body.
“want you inside me, levi,” you say softly, almost begging as you lean down to whisper into his ear. “please.”
levi stops, eyeing you with the intensity that he faces with everyone, an intensity that doesn’t always soften for you. still, by now, you’re used to it — find it endearing, really, how serious he can be.
“you going to be a distraction?” levi scans your face.
you jut your lower lip out just a bit, almost pouting, “no,” you promise. “just want to feel you.”
for a moment, he considers, before finally relenting. levi sighs, then pulls back the chair, his strong thighs on display as you maneuver yourself onto his lap. even the brief feeling of his knee against your clothed cunt sends a sharp whimper through you.
“you can’t move. i’ve put this off for long enough.”
“since when did you care about any of that?” you ask, yawning as you slip your pants off your hips. “i thought hange did the paperwork, anyway.”
“if only.” he gives you a pointed look, tracing your jaw with his thumb. “just sit still.”
levi focuses his attention back on the paperwork, and when you spare a brief glance at it, you notice that it’s reports from the past few missions. for the government in the interior, assigned specifically to captain levi.
you refrain from a sarcastic remark, and instead, slide levi’s zipper down, waiting for any reaction. he gives you none, signs his name on the bottom line, and flips the parchment over.
“levi,” you start, but he shushes you again, kissing your cheek dismissively.
“no talking.”
“you’re so rude.”
he raises his eyebrow, but you slide his cock out of his pants, warming it in your palm. a soft little sigh leaves him as you stroke him until he’s hard, but he schools his expression into a neutral position, leaning back in the chair.
you’re naked from the waist down, but he doesn’t seem to care. with something of a frown, you slip his cock inside you and sink your hips down. your fingers dig into his shoulders as you move, sliding right into him.
levi’s dark eyes dart towards you. “shit,” he gasps, his other hand holding onto your hips. “why are you so wet already?”
a small whimper leaves you as he fills you up, stretches your walls, as you settle onto his cock. though it feels so good, you squeeze his arms and try not to move. “you weren’t there when i woke up,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to the space between his neck. “so i tried to take care of it myself.”
levi’s eyes flash. “dirty girl.” his voice is deeper, a rumble that you feel in his chest. “couldn’t help but touch yourself to the thought of me when i wasn’t there, hm? but i bet your fingers weren’t enough, were they?”
you exhale deeply, shaking with the need to move as your walls flutter around him. “levi.”
“needed my cock inside you instead, didn’t you, love? probably would’ve begged me to fuck you until you were tired enough to fall back asleep.”
“god, levi, please.” you start, and you shift your hips once. your clit rubs right against him, his long cock settling inside you as a heavy moan almost escapes. instead, you bite down hard on his neck; but levi forces you down even harder on his lap, his eyes relentless.
“i told you not to move, didn’t i?”
you blink back at him, but his face is serious, hardened lines stretching from each angle of his face. and though you want fuck yourself on his dick, and every atom in your being tells you to do so, you listen to him. somehow, you refrain from shifting your hips again.
sitting still, you bury your face into his neck and heave a great sigh, brushing the delicate skin beneath his jaw.
“good girl,” levi says flippantly, his long, slender finger grazing up your spine. the simple words alone send a pulse straight through your body, and you whimper against him, your cunt squeezing tighter, wet from the deep intonation of his voice.
levi says nothing else, but you can feel his smirk as he kisses your temple. he never fails to remind you how precious you are to him, even when he is a bit short with you. and even though he is never the best about telling you how much he loves you, his affections run deep.
he plays with the end of your hair, soothingly, and though you can’t ignore him deep inside you, it almost lulls you back into a peaceful sleep.
after what feels like hours of subtle torture, you speak again.
“levi,” you hum against his throat, when he flips another page, signing his name on the dotted line. “i love you so much.”
his hand stills on your back, fingers tapping once against your spine before resuming. it’s still difficult for him to repeat the words, but you know it’s only out of his fear that you will one day be taken away from him. levi squeezes your hip once more, huffs, and sets the pen down.
“i’m certain you know how much you mean to me,” levi returns, pulling you away from his neck so that you’re able to face him once again. “you’re supposed to be being quiet.”
his face is stern, but his eyes are anything but; soft and loving. levi’s cheeks are flushed red, and though he is strong — the strongest — that alone is not enough to combat how he feels when he’s inside you. it brings a small, knowing smile to your face.
“i was being sweet,” you say, sleepily, testing your luck by lifting your hips and settling them once more. the feeling is more intense than you’d expected, and a little moan escapes your mouth, lips parting softly. “i do love you.”
“i’m certain you’re just trying to butter me up,” levi’s mouth is against your own, the words leaving on a shaky breath, tickling your skin. “so you can get what you want.”
you laugh, fanning your fingertips against his cheeks. “is it working?”
levi spares you one more hardened expression, tightly drawing his mouth together, before he’s lifting you, shifting you onto the desk, your back pressed against the papers. “unfortunately,” he grunts, kissing all over your face before he threads his fingers with your own. “god. the things you do to me. can’t think straight.”
he thrusts up into you, hard, and you close your eyes, kissing him, much more slowly than the pace he sets with his hips. levi squeezes your palm tightly, the other roaming across your chest, your stomach, before settling at your hips. “you’re everything to me, you know? my beautiful girl. don’t know what i’d do without you.”
you smile against his mouth and tug at his hair with your free hand, feeling the soft tendrils between your fingers. it’s ironic, that he thinks you’re beautiful, when you’re certain he’s the most angelic creature you’ve ever seen. “i’m not going anywhere, levi. i promise.”
levi speeds up, involuntarily, eyes so intense as he watches every subtle change of your expression. but you are too sleepy to do much but breathe into his mouth, soft little moans that have levi thrusting into you twice as hard.
it doesn’t take long for him to coax the first orgasm out of you, and you’re barely able to whisper his name before you clench around him, squeezing the palm that’s still locked within your own.
levi smiles, but it’s snarky, a mix between satisfaction and annoyance. “looks like you got your way after all.”
you laugh, breathless, kissing across his cheeks as he grows sloppy, chest heaving with the weight of his exhales. though levi wants to pin this all on you, you can tell that he needs to relax too. the past few hours without a moment of sleep, doing nothing but paperwork, have taken a toll on him.
“must be so hard for you, huh?” you tease, eyelashes fluttering closed as you lean against him, letting your forehead drop to his shoulder. “getting to fuck me on a desk like this. what a chore.”
“you shouldn’t talk to your captain like that,” levi teases, but he groans out the last few words, cheeks flushed from how close he is. lazily, your fingers run across his chest, and though a second orgasm is steadily building, you want to watch him come apart first.
“perhaps,” you say, smiling as you kiss his chest, your hair tickling the bottom of his jaw. “but i’m not talking to my captain, i’m talking to you, levi.” you lean back up to kiss him, once, again, just the softest brush of your lips. “and i want you to cum inside me.”
levi’s eyes flash, and you can see the moment that he unravels, the next few seconds where his movements get erratic. then, his features change, plump bottom lip separating from the top one. the look in his eyes grows distant, and his stomach flexes, abs tightening, before the heat of his cum shoots inside of you.
levi topples onto you, his chest landing on yours as you fall back onto the desk. his cock finally slips out of you.
“shit,” levi says, running his hands along your thighs, sweaty skin sticking to each other. “we’re going to ruin the papers.”
“who cares,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes before encircling levi’s neck with your arms. “the military police can deal with the mess.”
“you’re disgusting.”
“they’d probably get off on it, don’t you think? the interior is full of hedonists anyway.”
levi snorts. “maybe. but i prefer not to think about how they spend their free time.”
you laugh again, just a breath of air, and settle against him. levi is warm, his arms are strong, and he smells clean; a mix of soap and the sweet fragrant of citrus. he holds you so gently, despite all of the hardness that lingers in his body. you’ve never known anyone to feel so much like home.
“will you come to bed now?” you ask sleepily. “i don’t want to go to sleep alone.”
levi softens, and he traces your cheekbone with his thumb, as best he can at the awkward angle. “sure, love. i should get some rest anyway.”
Embarrassing until you’re pinned beneath a frantic Bakugou, who’s barely managed to pull his pants down enough to free his aching cock before he’s pushing your legs up towards your chest. Your knees practically above your collarbones as he manipulates your body exactly how he wants you, pinning you down as he slides his hard cock inside you.
“Take it,” He growls, “Just fuckin’ take it.”
And it’s all you can do but lay there and take it as he towers over you, pistoning into you with such urgency that his hips are bruising the backs of your thighs and he’s having to follow your body along the bed towards the headboard. Eyes wild as he watches the bounce of your tits with each frantic thrust, glancing down at where your bodies are connected to see how wet and slick his cock is as he pins you beneath the sheer mass of him. Filled with the intense, carnal urge to breed your sweet cunt within an inch of your live and leave you gaping and sodden with his spunk.
Certain he must look ridiculous hunched over you, feet poised on the mattress to ensure he can give you every single inch as he ruts into you sloppily. His blunt tip spearing against your poor, battered cervix with each forward motion. Something that should irritate you further and cause a heat to flood your cheeks, but instead causes a delicious ache to bloom inside you. Your cunt tightens around him, and he’s so bricked up that it’s all he can do to stop himself from blowing his load after three pathetic thrusts.
There’s nothing that leaves Bakugou’s lips besides guttural groans, and garbled promises to fill you up. A promise he’s certain to make good on as his heavy balls begin to seize and he bites back a whine of your name— the full weight of his mass now pressed on top of you as he gives a few more sloppy thrusts into your spent hole, fucking his cum deeper inside your pliant walls to make sure to offer you every last drop.
But what’s more embarrassing is the moment after, when he’s calmed down but his chest is still heaving. Pulling out of you with a tired grunt as he watches his warm cum slowly begin to drool from your abused cunt, pushing your thighs up even higher to lift your ass off the bed. Stopping anymore from escaping your fluttering hole as he practically holds your legs upright, absolutely no shame or embarrassment on Bakugou’s features as he watches the creamy mixture pulse inside you. Ignoring your pleas for him to let you go, to put you down— because why would he?
When he’s certain he hasn’t seen a prettier sight.
when men teach you how to do something as they stand behind you, it means they want to fuck.
miya osamu wants to make you his.
it’s oh so notable as he stands behind you in onigiri miya — his arms wrapped around you to show you how to mold the rice, his words rough around the edges in your ear.
18+ content. minors, ageless, and blank blogs that interact with this will be blocked. i always check.
warnings: fem!reader, unprotected sex
“I like this view.”
Atsumu props his arms behind his head, and the way his biceps flex makes your jaw itch with the urge to bite.
“You could help, you know.”
Sat pretty on his lap, your hands are splayed on the expanse of his chest, forcing your tits to smush together as you roll your hips as best you can. The head of his cock hits a spot that makes you shiver, and your voice goes a touch softer, quietly begging, “Please, help.”
“Mm, thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll stay put.” He muses, grinning slyly up at you.
Once it’s obvious he won’t be moving, your skirt a pair of fingers down to toy with your clit. Slick coats them when you start rubbing on it how you like, pussy clenching around him once, making his eyes dart down to between the both you, tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip.
“Fuck.” He whispers.
You roll your eyes at him, biting back a smirk, muttering affectionately under your breath, “Fuckin’ pillow princess.”
“Hey! I deserve to be pampered once in a while, yer always takin’ it from me-” You shove the fingers that were on your clit into his mouth, and he chokes on the end of his sentence before he starts wiggling his tongue against the pads of them, giving himself a proper taste.
His eyes roll back into his head, and he speaks around your fingers even though you put them there to shut him up, “Case ‘ike or puthy.”
You giggle at him, still talking, like always. You retract your hand and ignore the string of saliva that follows, his drool making your skin glisten, “Hm?” You prompt.
“Tastes like yer pussy, shit, gimme more, please.” He swipes a hand from behind his head to start pawing at yours, bringing it closer to his mouth by your wrist, sucking your fingers back into his mouth desperately.
They’re nearly hitting the back of his throat when he starts fucking his hips up into you, taking you by surprise and making you gasp, but instinctively meeting him halfway by pushing your ass down. He uses both hands to grip each cheek, and finally, mercifully, he gives you what you want and fucks you how you asked. He could never say no to you for long.
It gets messy, his pounding, and there’s no preamble to his orgasm besides a few broken groans. His strokes stutter, and he cums in you, fingers burrowing into the fat of your ass, pulling your hips down to his own.
You only sit there, and let yourself feel it, pussy clenching around him involuntarily, growing desperate to cum along with him, the want sitting hot under your skin, scorching like you were thrown headfirst into fire. He composes himself and pushes you off with a whine, tossing you onto your back on the bed next to him and climbing over your body like an awoken beast, suddenly hungry in a way he wasn’t before.
Brown eyes roam over your skin, gaze heated, one big hand heavily palming it’s way from your throat all the way down your front, leaving goosebumps in its wake, not stopping until he’s cupping your pussy with it.
He smirks down at you when you keen for him, “Sorry, darlin’. I’ll put ma mouth to better use now.”
osamu to me is a casual manhandler. often likes to throw his arm around your shoulder and if ever someone calls his name, you’re swinging around with him.
he taps your hip if you’re in his way and if you take a second too long to react, he’s bumping you to the side. he’ll scrape off eye boogers (and learn how to do it more gently in the future) and situate you on the couch if he can’t get comfortable.
like you’re just an extension of his body. what’s yours is his and vice versa.
Megumi refuses to have sex when your friends are staying over because it's been a while and he knows he'll fuck you too hard until the bed starts smacking against the wall and he knows you'll whimper and moan even through your desperate promises that you'll be quiet. He knows you won't be able to hold it back and he won't have the power to stop you. He won't be able to cover your mouth to silence those noises because they're so hot he needs to hear them. He'll need to hear every moan while he ruts into you and he certainly won't be able to slow down. It's going to be one of those messy and aggressive fucks that he has no control over.
So despite your whining that you need him, he tells you not tonight princess and starts fingering you instead.
He gets down under the covers and pushes them aside to get between your legs and he lays there till you stop begging for his cock and start thanking him instead... for his fingers, his mouth, his lips, his tongue... until you spiral into a deep orgasm and soak the sheets with cum trickling down his chin.
And in the morning he impatiently waits for your friends to leave with the thick rod of his boner tucked in the waistband of his joggers. He sits there silently and rigidly, every muscle in his body tuned towards you, stepping around in that little nightie that's too good for their eyes. So much of your skin is on show and he just wants to cover you with his own body so they can't see.
But when his patience is nearly worn thin and they finally leave he rips the nightie off you and fucks you in the kitchen. He bends you over every surface till his thighs ache then grabs you in his arms and fucks you back to bed. His heavy and full balls slap you till he creams and groans and nearly breaks the bed with the force of his thrusting.
And he promises you're not taking a day off fucking again and your friends aren't allowed back. You're not sure if they'll ever want to come back with the way he was glaring, but you know he'll come round to it if you ask him nicely. He always does.
To all 12 of the ppl still here, I know straight up abandoned all Beastars stuff but I’m learning to be a more committal person so even though I have no interest in that fandom anymore, I will be finished that Louis story I started and tie up any loose ends. I’m going to reread it and take notes this week, start writing it this weekend and try to have the story wrapped up by the end of the month! ❤️
the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.
Katsuki thinks youre soft. Your hands compared to his are flawless and smooth, despite being a hero and had trained along side him since UA. He thinks your cheeks are soft when he pinches it because you puff and pout at his teasing everytime. How could you be so damn cute?!
He loves it when you hug, can really tell the difference between your bodies. His all hard and muscular, yours all comfy and squishy. When he's feeling a bit more frisky, he grabs and squeezes whatever his hands could hold. Your hips, your tummy, your thighs, your ass, tits even (this one he does only when its you two alone)
He thinks your soft when he's got his nose and tongue buried between the lips of your pussy. His tongue lapping up your hole then shoving it in, and his eyes roll back because he feels and tastes your softness. He digs his nose into your clit harder and you moan loud.
"Pwah, how are you so damn soft and sexy?" He says after giving a long suck on your outer labia to bite at your inner thighs. You mewl at his words and he squeezes your ass in his palms, adjusting you before sucking and kissing alternately between your pussy lips and clit. When he hears your moans get louder as he laps you up, he stops and you whine.
Katsuki pulls you to sit on his lap, then he sets you down onto his cock. He groans feeling your soft, warm fluttering hole, he thinks he could cum just from being buried in you. But he restrains himself and distracts himself momentarily by hugging you tighter to him, groping your ass and kissing the fat of your tits.
Then he starts thrusting into you, and you grind your hips to meet his. Katsuki thinks he's in heaven, thinks he could die like this. The room is filled with nothing but wet skin slapping against each other mixing with the sound of your breathy pants harmonizing with his needy moans.
"Fuck, baby please, you feel so good." He moans before kissing you sloppily. Then you start bouncing on his cock faster, and you both moan louder. "Katsuki, m'gonna cum! gonna cum!" you say and repeat his name again and again. he grabs your ass with both his hands to help slam your hips down onto his cock.
"Katsuki, cum with me! Oh, fuck!" you scream,
"Yes, baby, come on. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Need to feel you squeeze around me" Katsuki moans, and he holds your hips in place and starts thrusting his hips up into you faster and harder.
You grip Katsuki's hair tightly, eyes rolling back from too much pleasure. Then you both cum hard. Katsuki pulling you so close to his body, buries his head into your neck and moans. He grinds up into you slowly to ride out both of your orgasms, and he groans as his cock twitches at the feeling of your soft shaking thighs tightening around his hips.
When he feels your plush body slump against him, he can feel himself bricking up again and he thinks he could go another round.
But he doesn’t falter, the forceful pound pound pound from behind shocking your system with every thrust. Instead, he grabs tighter onto your plush hips, and starts to stroke down rather than just in, compensating for the way you’ve ruined his angle by melting in his hands.
“Keep your legs up, c’mon.” He scolds, breathless, but not really annoyed.
“I have to pee!” You squeal, teetering on the edge of incoherency, while every lick of his balls to your clit goes straight to your belly.
“I don’t care.” He says quickly, thoughtlessly, and the next pound feels like punishment.
“That’s, ungh, Yuuji-” Your voice muffles when you turn into the disheveled sheets, his strokes reflexively straightening your spine, “Rude!”
“No, I mean,” One big hand comes around your front, roughly squeezing the fat of your tit, and it feels a lot like reassurance when he hoarsely growls, “I don’t care.”
Best friends older brother Choso finding you in the kitchen getting a glass of water in the middle of the night in nothing but your underwear and his oversized knit sweater you thought you stole from Yuuji (bc what younger sibling doesn’t take the eldest’s clothes) to sleep in. Staying the night because it was ‘already so late’ and that they’ll give you a ride to uni in the morning.
Catching you standing on your tiptoes to reach a glass cup in the cupboard stored too tall this time around and he gets a nice view of the cheeky pair you wear and his throat goes dry.
Already feeling like a fuckin creep for how he feels about you, the lewd thoughts he lets pass because he knows it’s natural at the very least. Your his little brothers best friend, basically family at this point with how often you visit and spend time with Yuuji. Never gone so far as to needing to lock himself away in the guest bathroom to stroke his hard cock to the scene that plays in his minds eye.
Of him being the kind man you know him as and reaching the cup for you. Fingers brushing over yours, pelvis pressing you into the rounded edge of the counter top while one hand grips firmly at your hip. Thinks of how maybe you’ll make that cute little gasp that always happens when you’re startled or surprised the moment you feel him against you.
Will you look up at him with those pleading eyes that every man in this house is weak to? So willing to give you everything you want even if you don’t really ask for it? Would you want him the way he wants you? Long lashes fluttering closed when Choso uses the hand at your hip to grind the fat of your ass against his rigid length.
He thinks of how maybe you’ll lean forward until your forearms rest against the countertop, standing on your tiptoes again so he could feel more of you through his baggy joggers and the thin cotton covering your warm slit.
Fuck it’s gotta be tighter than the grip of his fist right now. He’d want to go slower than the quick and frenzied pace he has now, the one that causes the rest of his body to warm and a light sheen of sweat to collect on the nap of his neck and temple. Biting his lip hard to keep from groaning and altering you to his presence in the bathroom.
Imagining your sweet calls of his name, breathy sighs laced with pleasure. You’d sound so cute he knows it, you already sound so sinful when you say his name in innocent situations.
“Choso Choso Choso” fuck you’d probably pitch when he’d rut his hips to nudge at your clit after pushing the band of his sleepwear down and your panties to the side. Slick clicking because he knows he can make you feel good, he already takes care of you as much as he can. Or fuck if you let him slip inside and feel that divine heat like he imagines now. Fevered ruts nearly lifting you off your feet because he’ll have to angle himself to take you comfortably. He’s sick from the thought of a sweet keen of “chos-oh” at the feel of him. What he can do for you.
So close, almost there. Just a little more.
Before you knock at the door, and you sound just as innocent as you always do. As the fantasy that plays in his head does before it shatters but still he pumps his cock in his fist, “Choso? That you? Everything okay?”
Fuck, no? Everything’s not okay because you’re so close. Just outside the door, within arms reach, and his sacs already tightening with the need to cum. He’s almost there he can’t fucking stop now even with you standing outside.
“Yeah,” it’s a husk through grit teeth, panting breath and he’s almost there. Close close close fuck.
“Are you sure? You sound like you’re sick..” You’re so sweet, do you know that? So caring always, he knows it. His younger brother keeps good people. A talent for it obviously when he found you, when he brought you to him. The way you smile, the way you shine, everything. He’s euphoric, he’s painting his tight fist in pearly ropes with a relieved sigh to the thought of you.
Head lolling back against the door behind him as his hips stutter through the pleasure Choso knows pales in comparison to what you could offer. But it’s relief for now.
Collecting himself to tuck away his spent cock and open the faucet for the sound of running water to fill the space and hopefully put you at ease.
“Yeah, I’m alright, just fine,” he’d say perfect but that’d only be if he could be with you
Content warnings: p -> v sex, creampie, mean!kiba, degradation, pain kink, kitchen sex
"Did you need something?"
Kiba grunts into your shoulder, nuzzling his nose deeper into your nape. "Whatcha makin'?" His hands trail under your shirt, thick fingers digging into your sides. You pretend you don't notice the outline of his cock pressed against your lower back. He pretends he can't smell the heat radiating between your clenched thighs.
"Soup," you say, focusing on keeping your breathing even when one of his hands kneads your chest, the other thumbing the band of your shorts. "Is that okay with you, sir?" The honorific is supposed to be a jest, the both of you know it. But with the way you whine breathlessly after the word, and your hips buck back into him, it's hard to keep up your facade.
"Don't want it," he murmurs, teeth nipping at your lobe, tongue lapping at your neck. Kiba's next movements are so quick, you don't know what's happening until your face is pressed into the cool marble of the counter and you register the click the oven makes when the burner is turned off. "Want this," he says, pulling your too short shorts higher up your back. The strain of the fabric rubbing deliciously over your clit.
"Gonna let me have her, huh?" his words are breathless, hips grinding into your clothed ass.
"Please," you whimper, and that's all it takes.
Kiba pulls his sweats to rest just under his balls, let's your shorts rest just under your ass.
There's a moment where the tension is so thick you can taste it, and then he's sheathing himself inside you with one harsh thrust. The feeling of your unprepared hole stretching around his thickness has you crying out.
"Kiba!" you wail, eyes rolling back when he doesn't hesitate to set a rough pace, "H-hurts," you whimper. Kiba laughs, watching the way your legs strain while you push yourself onto your toes so his cock can fuck into you better, harder, deeper. "Yeah?" he growls, "Bet it does. Cock's so big it stretches out this sloppy pussy no matter how many times I fuck her open."
You arch deeper into him, fucking yourself back onto his cock, whimpers of his name falling freely from your lips. “You like it when it hurts though, don't you?" Kiba's whispering into your ear now, one hand gripping the hair at the nape of your neck, arching your back into him. It's hard to talk when he moves his free hand to fuck his fingers into your mouth, gargled moans falling from your lips when he starts matching them to the pace of his hips.
"Cum on my cock," he demands, the hand in your hair pushing you down harshly into the counter, "cum." The fingers are removed from your mouth, running sloppy circles over your clit, "Kiba," you whimper, cunt clenching down on him, your release spraying across his abdomen as he keeps his pace.
"Yeah," he moans, teeth gnashing against your shoulder, neck, back— then he's moaning your name, slamming his hips into you one, two, three more times. "Shit— take it, take it, take it," he moans, the feeling of his hot seed leaves you keening for more, drool slipping freely from your lips.
Kiba's grip loosens, hands turn softer— gentle.
"Pretty girl," he murmurs into your skin, soothing kisses pressed into his bites, "so good for me." Groans of disappointment fall from both of your lips when he pulls out, his large arm supporting your shaky legs.
the thick arm that shoots out to stop your ascent up the stairs nearly winds you. not necessarily out of character, but weird nonetheless.
“baby?” you search his face for an answer and find nothing—katsuki hovers in front of you almost completely devoid of any expression, which is out of character. his eyebrows furrow, almost like he’s confused. it would almost be comical if it wasn’t so strange.
“why do you smell like that?”
you scrunch your face at him. “smell like what?”
“like,” sniff, “that.”
you scoff, moving to shove past him. “you really know how to charm ‘em, Kat—”
you don’t even make it the full step before you’re pinned flat to the nearest wall. Katsuki’s on you like a second skin, nosing where your blood pumps wildly through your jugular.
“Katsuki—what the fuck are you doing—”
“y’r drivin’ me fuckin’ insane—” his voice is strained from behind you and comes out in a pant against your bare shoulder—and just when did he unbutton your work shirt— “y’smell so fuckin’ good—”
your laugh comes out a little breathless when the muscular thigh he has slotted slotted between your own gets closer, moves up a little bit. “i shouldn’t, i went to the gym over lunch—”
the man behind you lets out a groan that you feel under your skin—his teeth graze the shell of your ear and the last of the tension leaves you, replacing itself with tv static that fizzles up every nerve ending.
“my sweat has you like this?” you ask incredulously, peering at him over your shoulder. he only grins, a little dark when he leans forward to nip at the curve of your jaw.
“fuckin’ course it does,” he presses his smirk below your ear and does little to hide the giant inhale of breath he takes there, “i like you gross. take your pants off.”
