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» Nanami’s birthday gift… (18+)

Nanami spent his whole day being showered by your love. Breakfast in bed, a slow morning, a trip to his favorite bakery— and most importantly, no work. When he crawled into bed he was perfectly content to just wrap his arms around you and drift off, but you had one last gift for him.

“Doll—“ he grits out, his teeth chattering with anticipation. You’re straddling his hips, his cock hard and pulsing inside of you as you lick whipped cream off his chest. Originally it was on your chest, but between the kissing and the riding and forcing him to keep his wrists tied to the bed post— it smeared all over his hard pecks.

You giggle, sticky sweetness covering your lips and tongue as you pull back to look up at him, “awe, Ken~” your nails scrape softly against his undercut, “can’t you just hold on a little longer for me? I’m trying to spoil you.” He shivers, hands clenching and unclenching. He wants so badly to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you himself.

You lift your hips a little before dropping back down, setting a slow and torturous pace that made him clench his jaw. The look in Nanami’s eyes was dark, his thick brows furrowed and his nose crunched slightly. You knew this look— he was about to get his way. No. Matter. What.

It all happens so fast. Restraints snap with a loud crack, the bed frame creaks, your back suddenly being pushed down to the mattress in one quickly fluid motion. The air is almost knocked from your lungs as he manhandles you without saying a word, every slide of his hands holds a stern finality.

Your knees are over his shoulders, his hands are on your hips— blunt nails digging into soft sticky flesh as he draws his cock out of you slowly. The head is a dark red, drooling with pre cum and your juices. “This is my birthday gift,” he growls, mushroom tip slapping down against your clit, “I should be able to play with it however I want.”

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» Puppyboy!Choso can’t stop knotting his owner (18+)

Your sweet little puppy has a problem— he can not keep his hands or cock to himself. Ever since you got Choso he’s been the clingiest thing. He’s bigger than most hybrids you’ve met, strong and intimidating with pointy ears that droop the second you two are alone. He’s a puddle at your feet, big strong arms wrapped around your calves as you cook dinner or while you try and do some cleaning.

You’ve never had to scold him for anything… okay well you’ve had to scold him about one thing. Like right now. Choso has you bent over the arm of the couch, your work clothes are wrinkled and stick to your sweaty skin— but Choso doesn’t care. His nose is buried in the crook of your neck, his tongue licking the sweet sweat that beads your skin each chance he gets. “Y-you smell so good.” He whimpers, large palms kneading your hips as he ruts shamelessly into you. His balls slap against your soaked pussy. He hasn’t cum all day, waiting patiently to stuff it all inside of his loving owner. But that’s exactly the problem.

“Cho— not inside-“ you whimper as you drool against your couch cushion— but despite your protests you don’t do anything to stop him. Your arms are tucked under your chest as he pulls your ass back against him, whines and growls bubbling in his throat for you to hear. You can feel his knot growing each time he enters you. The thick knob started as a pleasurable bump— now it won’t even slide inside of you. Not until he wants it to.

Choso’s practically crying as his hips pick up the pace, snapping against yours with a force that makes the couch scoot against the floor. “Ya’feel so goooood—“ he babbles, voice cracking on the last word, “V’been waiting all day— V’been so good—so good.” Panic flares in your chest for a moment, your body tingling as you feel the quick stretch as he forces himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. The bulbous tip of his cock presses snuggly against your cervix, a stretch that makes your toes curl and your eyes water.

Choso doesn’t ask, he just whines so pathetically into the crook of your neck, his velvety ears warm as they press against your cheek. You can almost hear the whooshing of his tail over his noises— he’s just so excited to have you in his arms again, how could you possibly deny him?

White hot heat explodes behind your eyes as he takes one final thrust, burying his cock deep inside of you and keeping it locked in place as his knot swells even more. You can feel the warm spurts of cum flood your abused pussy and all you can do is whimper as he rocks against you, pressing your clit hard down against the arm of the couch. The stretch is painful at first. It makes your eyes water and your body tremble, only turning into a pleasurable ache when it finally starts to deflate.

The mess that dribbles down your thighs when he finally pulls out makes you sigh. Hot sticky globs of cum slide down your inner thighs and onto the floor as you push yourself up, cunt throbbing and achy.

“Choso—“ you groan. His ears rest flat against his head, his tail tucked between his legs in shame. The worst part? You aren’t even satisfied. You grab the back of his neck, forcing him to duck down as you drag him to your bedroom. “You’re gonna clean up your mess.” You say, voice a husky annoyed rasp that makes him shiver.

Needless to say, this is the last time he’ll make a mess in you and not be expected to clean it up.

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Hizashi loves his freaky partner

𑣲 mdni (18+), gn!reader, biting, mentions of blood play/knife play

- Hizashi has a… reputation. He’s loud, annoying and does not care what people think about him. You however? You’re soft spoken, all smiles and kind words, and you’d never hurt a fly. In the public’s eyes at least...

⤷ You’re the most physical partner he’s ever had. You love to cling to him, and sometimes when holding him isn’t enough you bite or dig your nails into his arm. You never figured out if it was a weird form of cuteness aggression or if you just so desperately needed to be with him. He doesn’t care, he’s put up with so much physical combat that your nails barely digging into his arms doesn’t phase him.

- Hizashi is so eager for anything. He’s easy when it comes to you. Smile at him? He’s on his knees. Too tired to cook? He’s on it. Ask him to cut off a strand of his hair so you can keep it in your locket? He’s got the scissors.

- Once Hizashi showed up to work with a bite mark on his forearm. His skin was bruised and the teeth marks had left prints that refused to fade. Students pestered him all day, eager to know if it was a villain who’d do something so depraved as to bite him as a last resort.

⤷ The night before you were straddling Hizashi’s lap, lips wrapped around his forearm as you sunk your teeth into his skin. He sat willingly under you, a grin on his own lips as he bucked up into you, grinding his hard cock against you as you bit down even harder.

- Gets off when you whisper oddly threatening things into his ear, your panties shoved in his mouth to keep him as quiet as possible as you pumped his cock. “Mm, you’re so warm, Zashi. I wanna live in your skin, wanna watch you jerk off through your own eyes as you think of me.” Or “you’ll never leave me, baby. Never never never.” All said in that sweet tone that makes him throb in your hand.

- You asked him once if he’d ever carve his name into your skin. He laughed at the time thinking it was a joke. And then you wriggled off your pants and pointed to a spot on your thigh, right below your pantie line on a particularly plush area. You spelt his name with your finger, the tip of your nail swirling around your skin until you got to your inner thigh.

⤷ He would never in a million years think of hurting you, but he certainly entertained the thought for your pleasure. His voice was loud in your ears as he fucked into you, his palm pressed right against that spot you picked out. “Right here, Babydoll? Mmhm that would look good, wouldn’t it? You’d want me to press my thumb into it, wouldn’t ya? Feel those fresh cuts gush around my thumb like you’re doin’ around my cock?” He grunted, chest vibrating with each filthy, bloody thought.

- You have a habit of daydreaming scenarios, and Hizashi loves to make you explain them as he eats you out. Most of them are normal. A “kitchen sex” here and a “maybe in the shower” there. But sometimes he’ll force a dark one out of you. He’ll pinch your clit, his mustache glimmering with your juices as he asks you to repeat your thought. “T-the alleyway—“ you’d gasp out, body slick with sweat. “M-my knees would be scraped raw and you— you would have my hands cuffed behind my back and you’d— f-fuck me— not caring how uncomfortable I w-was—“

- Despite how aggressive some of your interests are Hizashi never makes you feel dirty for it. He kisses your cheeks and holds you and cherishes you, cleaning you up and praising you as if you weren’t the one who dug your nails into his back or bit him till you tasted blood. He loves every little part of you.

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you didn't realize just how down bad for you shouta was until he started sending the filthiest texts out of nowhere. the first lewd message was sent during a girl's night out where you'd left shouta alone in his apartment. with hormones raging and impure thoughts circulating, his only option was a bottle of lube and his hand.

hey, know you're out with the girls. figured i'd let you know how rock fucking hard my dick is for you, been stroking it all evening waiting for you come home.

after nearly dropping your phone in a glass off wine, you swipe out of your text app as not to arouse suspicions that your boyfriend is a dirty pervert for his girl. he doesn't realize he's about to do it - never in a million years would he have sent a dick pic to a partner, but the moment simply calls for it. he snaps multiple photos, experimenting with different angles that showed off his impressive cock, toned abs, broad chest and a sliver of his happy trail. there was nothing for him to be insecure about.

you around anyone? got something to show you but it's for my pretty girl's eyes only. think you might like it.

you respond as he's still typing, eyes lighting up immediately the second you receive his picture. little did you know - he came hard all over his phone screen after snapping the photo, diving into his private folder, a complete collection of videos and pictures you'd curated for him. sending his first dick pic had the man so overly freaked out that you found him covered in his own cum, eyes closed and one arm lazily draped over his waist on the sofa. he'd forgot to send one last text.

wherever you find me when you get back, just know i made myself cum so many times my dick nearly stopped working.

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» Nanami is definitely into bigger women (18+)

Long hours and useless coworkers grate on Nanami’s nerves throughout the day, it only makes sense that his girlfriend has enough meat on her bones for him to grip onto as he unloads all that pent up agitation.

“Ken— s-slow down!” You moan, words muffled by the pillow you’re being fucked into. Nanami’s chest is pressed firmly against your back, each hard glistening muscle melting against the plush softness of your skin. The warmth makes him grown low in his throat.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He grunts, lips ghosting over your red ear. Each breath is hot and sticky as it hits your skin, smelling of black coffee and something so mouth wateringly him. His blunt nails dig into your hips, large palms swallowing the soft fat that’ll be tinted a dusky purple by morning. “Too fucking perfect— you wanted to help me unwind, can’t take that back now.” His words leave his lips and travel down to your clit, the nub hard and throbbing as your cunt drools around his cock. His mushroom tip knocks against your cervix with each bullying thrust. Your arousal coats his shaft, dribbling down his balls so each time he meets your pelvis a loud slap rings loud in your ears.

He can’t help himself, you’re too perfect. The second he got home his hands were on you, his lips on yours as he forced you to grind against his thigh. His hands gripped your love handles, moving your hips by himself as you whined for him to just fuck you already— and now that he is you don’t know how to act.

“S’too much! Ken— I’m gonna cum—“

The sound that leaves his throat is nothing short of animalistic, a deep guttural growl that makes you tighten around him even more. “Then cum for me, Angel. Just don’t expect me to stop.”

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» Choso has Hyperspermia (18+)

Choso quite literally cums buckets. It’s a dirty awful secret that eats away at him— it tore at him so often that when you first started dating Choso shut down every go at sex, no matter how desperate he was for your touch. If he thought that your gentle touches and soft grinding could make him burst then he immediately pulled you off of him.

But this time he wasn’t so lucky. Everything was stacked against him, the way you looked, the drinks you had at dinner that led to a few more, the soft way you held onto his arm that led to you between his thighs.

You stroke his cock, humming with delight as he whimpers. Choso’s words are all slurred, his hand weakly wrapped around your wrist— “S-stop-“ but he doesn’t push you away. “Baby please— please I’m so close—“ his words crack and a whimper pushes its way up his throat, high and whiny because he wants to stop you— he needs to stop you before it’s too late— but the pleasure you’re giving him is sending shivers up his spine, his scalp tingling and his gut twisting in a way that tells him it’s already to late.

You grin triumphantly as you hear him babble a string of “no no no-“ his breath coming in fast puffs, his abs flexing.

“You’re doing so well, Cho.” You praise, your other hand rubbing up and down his thigh before sneakily sliding down to cup his heavy balls. “I want you to cum for me.” And he certainly can’t deny you, no matter how much he wishes he could. The tight coil in his stomach snaps and his toes curl, hips bucking up into your hand as hot tears prickle his eyes. “I’m sorry— fffuck! I can’t—“ he hisses between clenched teeth as he feels the first hot spirt of cum erupt from his tip.

You gasp and Choso’s entire face burns at the quick intake of breath. He chances a peak down at you, shame swirling in his gut when he sees your pretty face covered in his warm sticky release— and yet the sight makes his balls tighten in your hand as another jet hits your parted lips. He whimpers softly, pitiful and full of shame. But… you don’t care. In fact, the second that second wave hit your tongue you grinned, wide and sadistic— a sight Choso didn’t see. He squeezed his eyes closed and tilted his head back, whimpering pathetically.

You give his cock another stroke, chuckling as more cum coats your fingers. “Baby~” you coo, “look at you! So good for me.” Your grip tightens around him, making him gasp and his hot tears spill. “You’ve been keeping this a secret from me?” You ask and he nods, a soft muffled “mhm” rumbling in his throat. You press your thumb against his leaky tip, watching with awe as he keeps cumming. You smear the sticky cum up and down his thick shaft, relishing in the sounds he’s making just for you. “No more secrets, baby. I’m gonna milk you dry.”

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I can’t stop thinking about older situationship Aizawa

𑣲 mdni (18+), nb!reader, fluff + smut, age gap

- For Shouta it started off as a one nightstand (he tells himself) with a pretty young thing he met at a bar late at night after patrols. It was just a way to blow off steam… and then he woke up next to you, watching the way your chest rose and fell with sleepy little breaths as warm sunlight spilled in through his windows.

- Incredibly distant for the first few weeks. You aren’t dating, why should you need to know about his day? He hates talking about it, always groaning when you’d ask sweetly how he’s been. It’s not out of malice, it never was. He just simply believes that you’re too young for him. Why would someone with so much life ahead of them spend their nights with an old bag like him?

- Despite his cold behavior he has you secretly saved in his phone as ‘Angel.’ Something soft and sweet and far too young for him.

⤷ An awful texter. His cadence bleeds into the messages that pop up on your phone when you ask him if he’d like to come over. ‘Sure.’ ‘Be there in 15.’ ‘Busy.’ All bland and lacking any sense of enthusiasm.

- After a particularly frustrating day Shouta won’t even tell you he’s coming over. Sometimes he’ll slip in through your door with the stealth of an old hero. You’ll be folding laundry or watching tv and then you’ll feel the rough pull of bindings being wrapped tightly around your wrists or ankles.

⤷ He’s rough. Large hands locking your wrists behind your back, hips snapping against yours with a speed and intensity that leaves you breathless and drooling. He keeps going— especially when you’re overly sensitive. Every bad thing that happened that day fades into the background when he feels you tighten around his cock, each thrust of his hips knocking a gasping breath from your trembling lips.

- Has a tendency to be groggy and tired during sex. (unless it was a crazy day and his adrenaline is through the roof) He’s brought up the idea of you using him while he sleeps.

⤷ You never have and he’s a little too bummed up by it… He often daydreams about falling asleep and waking up to your pretty hole sliding up and down his cock.

- Secretly into being called Daddy by you. You said it as a joke once and it had him so embarrassingly hard he had to excuse himself.

- Shouta has seen you out at the bar while he was having an after work drink with Hizashi and Nemuri. He thought he was being subtle about the way he kept staring at you but Nemuri caught on quickly— she teased him about it until he got up to offer you a ride home, any excuse to get away from the prying eyes of his friends.

- Said he didn’t ’do feelings’ but ended up falling way harder than you did.

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Heavily thinking about the way Nanami undoes his tie… just…

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» Nanami is definitely into bigger women (18+)

Long hours and useless coworkers grate on Nanami’s nerves throughout the day, it only makes sense that his girlfriend has enough meat on her bones for him to grip onto as he unloads all that pent up agitation.

“Ken— s-slow down!” You moan, words muffled by the pillow you’re being fucked into. Nanami’s chest is pressed firmly against your back, each hard glistening muscle melting against the plush softness of your skin. The warmth makes him grown low in his throat.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He grunts, lips ghosting over your red ear. Each breath is hot and sticky as it hits your skin, smelling of black coffee and something so mouth wateringly him. His blunt nails dig into your hips, large palms swallowing the soft fat that’ll be tinted a dusky purple by morning. “Too fucking perfect— you wanted to help me unwind, can’t take that back now.” His words leave his lips and travel down to your clit, the nub hard and throbbing as your cunt drools around his cock. His mushroom tip knocks against your cervix with each bullying thrust. Your arousal coats his shaft, dribbling down his balls so each time he meets your pelvis a loud slap rings loud in your ears.

He can’t help himself, you’re too perfect. The second he got home his hands were on you, his lips on yours as he forced you to grind against his thigh. His hands gripped your love handles, moving your hips by himself as you whined for him to just fuck you already— and now that he is you don’t know how to act.

“S’too much! Ken— I’m gonna cum—“

The sound that leaves his throat is nothing short of animalistic, a deep guttural growl that makes you tighten around him even more. “Then cum for me, Angel. Just don’t expect me to stop.”

[machveil]

Loser!König who lets you make a silicone mold of his cock. he’s embarrassed and red in the face throughout the whole ordeal, but you asked him so nicely, how could he say no? it’s worse knowing you use the replica dildo while he’s away, ugly jealousy blooming in his chest over something inanimate, something that resembles him so closely. while he’s flattered you miss him so much he wishes it was him. curiosity gets the better of him eventually though, how good can it actually be? surely it doesn’t feel that good. you get a nice surprise coming home one day, finding the poor man sniffling and sobbing as he rides it. you’ll tell him he’s doing well, won’t you? praise him the same way he does for you when you take him fully?

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Going back to my roots (reading COD fics)

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Aizawa and Hizashi’s secret third x afab!reader

Being Shouta and Yamada’s dirty little secret isn’t all it’s cracked up to be— but they aim to make it up to you one way or another.

𑣲 mdni (18+), afab!reader, threesome/DP, squirting.

Your relationship with Shouta and Yamada isn’t fresh, it’s been going on long enough for people to smell your perfume on their clothes and see the subtle changes in their day to days. Shouta’s clothes aren’t wrinkled like they used to be, Yamada drinks hot tea in the mornings to sooth his throat. Sure it could have just been them getting older and changing ever so slightly— but that wasn’t the case. You were always behind the scenes, tucked away at home, the space that felt so much like theirs but also yours. A place no one knew existed.

Shouta and Yamada have kept their dating lives separate from their work lives for years and that certainly didn’t change when you stepped into the picture. You assured them it was fine but the more and more publicity they got the farther you faded into the shadows. Hell— their friends hardly knew you excised. The doubts filling your mind finally reached their peak the night of an important hero gala. You stayed home and watched your lovers on TV as you usually did.

They were handsome, devastatingly so, and every reporter made sure they knew it. Women held their arms as they pointed mics towards them, men clapped them on the back, people behind paparazzi barricades yelled their hero names and camera shutters clicked and filled their eyes with dazzlingly bright light. Watching it all unfold in the comfort of your ratty pajamas made you sick. Your heart felt heavy in your chest and every time you told yourself you were just ‘overreacting’ you tuned back in to watch another person ogling what they didn’t even know was yours.

You were in bed when they got home. You were freshly showered and still simmering will an ugly jealousy. Yamada crawled into bed with you, his chest pressed hard against your back as Shouta changed. Yamada was still in his suit, his chin resting against your shoulder as he peeked at your phone. Trending articles lit up your face, your brow furrowed as you scrolled.

‘The top 10 hottest heroes that showed up tonight.’

‘Looks that made everyone drool.’

Yamada grinned when you scrolled to a picture of him and Shouta— his arm wrapped around his partners waist and his grin wide and goofy as always. “Did you watch?” He asked, his voice low in your ear. You hated how it effected you, your body turning hot with the slightest of ease. “Of course she did,” Shouta grumbled, his muscles strained as he perched on the edge of the bed, plucking your phone from your hands, “just look at that scowl.”

Yamada teased you, his warm hands slid under your shirt as his teeth grazed your earlobe, “Aww what’s the matter, babydoll?” He hummed, his tone melodic as you squirmed. “Nothing.” You huffed, “I’m just tired… I don’t want to talk about it.” No matter how much you protested they didn’t listen.

You hate them. You hate how they begged for your forgiveness without words, you hate how their gentle touches turned rough, you hate how no matter how many times they made you cum it wasn’t enough.

“Do you forgive us yet, Princess?” Shouta whispers, his lips pressed against the base of your throat. “I don’t know,” Yamada chimes in, his large hands keeping your thighs prided apart, “maybe she needs a little more.”

They have you sandwiched between them, Yamada under you, his chest pressed against your back and his cock nestled snuggly inside of you and Shouta above you, his lips and teeth leaving marks across your skin as his fingers work your aching clit.

Globs of your slick arousal slide down the base of Yamada’s cock, coating him from top to bottom. He hasn’t moved in what felt like ages, his cock throbbing angerly inside of you as your other partner pinches your hard clit. “N-no— I can’t- not anymore—“ you babble. Overstimulation has clouded your mind, your body trembles and your teeth grind together. Four hands caress your sweat slicked body, two sets of lips hot against your skin. It’s all so mind numbing that you almost don’t catch the slight shift in Shouta’s movement. “I think you can take a little more,” your brain doesn’t register the feeling of his slick mushroom tip rubbing against your clit, but your body does. You clench around Yamada, hips canting up as a strangled whimper forces its way past your lips. “Can’t you, angel?” His tone is condescending just like the lazy grin on his lips.

It’s a battle to keep your eyes from fluttering closed as you feel it— the dull aching throb of being forced open even more.

“Sho—“

His grin widens, eyes hooded as he takes you in like it’s the first time. You’re a trembling mess, held up only by the support of Yamada. If he wasn’t there to keep your legs spread you would’ve been just a puddle of pleasure.

“Keep’em spread,” he grunts, his spare hand finding Yamada’s, helping to push your legs farther apart until you groan from the deep ache of it. His other hand squeezes his cock, his thumb pressed down gently against his tip, urging it to slide in along side Yamada’s. The pain is almost searing at first, your teeth grind together and you can feel fresh tears welling in your eyes. You take a deep breath, preparing to protest again when you feel the give. White hot pained pleasure explodes behind your eyes as his cock finally pops inside. The soft chorus of moans fills the room, each of you melting momentarily from the sensation.

“Fffuck— I can’t- I can’t do it!” Your teeth chatter, thighs trembling in their grasps. “Yes you can.” His tone is definite as he watches where you all connect. He feels as Yamada’s cock twitches alongside his, the slick slide of your juices aiding in the sensation. “You’ll take it, and then you’ll keep fucking taking it until I say you’re done.”

It feels impossible, so fucking impossible that all you can do is choke on a sob and nod dumbly, brain mush inside your skull. “So tight!” Yamada grunts, his voice rumbling deep in his chest, vibrating inside his ribs so you can feel it each time he moans, his volume getting louder and louder with each wet glide of Shouta’s cock against his own.

The tension in the room is thicker than it’s ever been before. You feel it in your bones for a second— and then it’s all ripped away as your body tenses and your eyes squeeze shut. Shouta snapped his hips forward, burying what was left of his length deep inside of you.

“S’too much— t-too-hic!-full!” Breathing is hard, each time you inhale you can feel them in the pit of your stomach. You’re a live-wire, sensitive and trembling with no help in sight. Shouta moves back, groaning as your tight cunt pushes his cock back out with a lewd pop. Ringing fills your ears as he pushes back in without any build up.

“Mmm, you feel that?” Yamada asks, his voice is deep, his breath hot against your neck as his hand slides from your sweat slicked thigh to your lower belly. “F-feel wha-AH!” He pushes down hard, forcing your muscles to spasm around them. You choke on air, words flying past your lips as drool dribbles down your chin, “Stop! Stopstopstop—“ But he doesn’t listen, instead he grabs your hand and forces you to do the same. Your fingers tremble under his, your head snapping back to rest against his shoulder. “F-feels like I’m gonna— you have to stop- please I can’t-“ you beg.

Shouta shakes his head, long black locks falling in front of his face with each thrust. “Not yet, sweet girl.” He grunts. His words are punctuated with thrusts “You. Can. Take. More.” His balls slap against the base of Yamada’s cock with each movement, heavy and full with a load he plans to pump deep inside of you. “You’re not gonna waste a fucking drop, will you?” He asks, leaning down so is lips are hovering right in front of yours. You nod because you don’t trust yourself to speak. Your tongue feels like it’s in your throat as Yamada presses against your belly again. “Answer him, babydoll.”

The sounds you’re making are beyond pathetic, hiccups and high pitched whines. “I won’t-“ you cry, “I promise I won’t—“ the initial painful stretch has bloomed into an inhuman pleasure you feel all over. Your skins tight, your cunt is drooling and you can feel Shouta prodding against your cervix with each thrust.

“Yama-“ you mumble, rolling your head to the side, eyes glassy in the low light, “M-move. I wanna feel you— I wanna cum—I want—“ you want and want and want, nothing feels like it’s enough anymore. His hand presses hard against your belly, large palm sliding down to your neglected clit as you beg him for more and more and more. He doesn’t let you beg for long, how could he? You’re dumb between them, a mess of tears and slick and drool. His hips buck up, cock grinding against Shouta’s inside your tight channel. The friction is slippery, each time he moves you clench around them, moaning about how utterly full you are.

“So needy.” Shouta sighs, his lips press against your throat, tasting the salt of your sweat as you beg and writhe. “That feel good?” His teeth nip at your pulse point, reveling in the sound you make. You’re just so pathetic for them that it’s adorable.

Yamada pinches your clit, rolling the hard aching nub between his rough fingers. “Fuck— I’m so close—“ you yelp, back arching as much as it can with what little mobility they grant you. The coil in your gut is new, a rapid tingling that starts at the base of your spine and quickly shoots up to the roots of your hair.

“Good girl— good fucking girl, that’s it baby.” Yamada’s voice is raw, he can barely hold himself back as he feels you gush around them. “Squeezin’ us so good. Cum for us, babydoll, let us feel this pussy squirt.” Each sentence isn’t a suggestion or simple dirty talk— to you it was a command— a decision your body couldn’t make for itself until one of them deemed it right. “I’m so close—s-so—hic!—close—“ every nerve ending in your body seems to be located in your cunt at this moment. Every thrust is too much, each time Yamada rubs your clit your toes curl, every time someone’s pelvis presses into you your eyes roll back. The tension in your belly is liquid heat, stabbing pleasure that leaks from you with each withdrawal.

Time drags on forever in that moment— you can feel them pick up their pace and the sound of skin slapping against skin fades into the background the second you feel it— blunt nails dig into your hips, rough fingers fly over your clit and then your breath catches and your body spasms as you feel that liquid heat manifest into something entirely too real as it rushes out of you in spurts. Each thrust pumps out a fresh wave, your juices splattering against Shouta’s abs and leaking down Yamada’s balls and into the sheets. If you were in your right mind you would be mortified by the splashing sounds of your cunt squirting against skin and fabric, but your mind is static and your body is alive.

“Fuck! That’s it, good job, babydoll— Good. Fucking. Job.” Each word that’s forced from Yamada’s throat rings in yours and Shouta’s ears, his voice piercing through the hazy vail causing you to shudder and fall deeper into the sensation of his cock throbbing before he cums deep inside of you. Shouta feels the warmth coat the head of his cock with each thrust, fucking his partners cum deeper and deeper inside of you before he feels his balls draw up, each slick slap causes him go fast and faster, fucking into you like you’ll slip between his fingers and leave him high and dry. He’s chasing his own pleasure with a selfish brutality that steals the air from your lungs. The frothy ring that forms around his cock makes his thrusts sticky, each thrust causing a loud shlick shlick shlick that would usually have your cheeks burning.

“Sho—“ You’re surprised you even have enough energy left to move let alone speak. Your voice is raw as you plead, “In me— cum in me.” He can’t take his eyes off you, he can’t take his eyes of Yamada behind you either. You’re both a mess, bodies trembling, skin fused together with sweat and cum and yet here you are still begging him for more. He erupts with a growl, fucking his cum lazily into you and only then do you finally exhale. “Thank you— thank you thank you—“

The silence that follows broken up by gasps and soft trembling moans as they pull out. Shout watches as their cum oozes from your stretched fluttering hole, his large hands massaging your stiff aching thighs.

“Feelin’ better?” Yamada asks, his mustache tickling your neck as he peppers your shoulders with soft kisses. “Are we forgiven?”

Forgiven?

Your brows furrow in confusion, “For what?” It feels as if your brain has melted out your ears, everything you were angry about earlier has disappeared into the sex scented air. A deep rumbling chuckle comes from above you as Shouta brushes your hair back from your face, “now we know what to do next time you’re angry with us,” his other palm cups your mound before giving it a quick slap, “I just hope you can handle it.”

Me when I finally switch to a different fandom… the possibilities are endless now.

[luvgam3]

Choso’s handlebars⋆˚࿔

rewatching JJK and realizing how easy it would be to ‘manhandle’ Choso into place…

𑣲 mdni (18+), afab!reader, face f☆cking??, submissive Choso, hair pulling, Choso is a munch

Chose always prioritized your pleasure rather than his own. Whether it was giving you the good pillow while you slept, or switching drinks with you when he saw that glimmer in your eyes when you snuck a sip of his— all that mattered to him was that you were happy. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t a little selfish sometimes.

Choso has his head between your thighs, his tongue buried as far in your cunt as it’ll go as he ruts against the mattress. The sounds of his muffled whimpers travel through your body in the most delicious way.

His fingers flex, digging into the plush of your thighs as you moan with each thrust of his wet tongue.

“Cho-“ you babble, head pushed back into the mattress. “My clit, s-suck on my clit.” The words almost get stuck in your throat. He’s been at this for what feels like hours- making out with your pussy like you weren’t even there. His chin is slick with your juices and his saliva, his boxers sticky with pre-cum, and you? You’re growing more and more frustrated.

“I’m begging, baby. Give me something—“

Your whines fall on deaf ears, the only thing Choso can hear is the obscene sound of his tongue lapping up the slick juice that’s flowing from you like a beautiful fountain.

You try and roll your hips but his grip is too tight, keeping your legs spread and your pussy exactly where he needs it. But what you need is more. Your skin is hot, fire pumping through your veins as you look down at him with heavy lidded eyes that seem to be silently begging. Choso doesn’t notice, why would he? His bangs are sticking to his face, his pigtails frizzed and pointing in every direction.

Your stomach flutters as an idea flashes in your mind. Between the desperation and the simmering annoyance you find yourself moving your hands down. You can feel Choso purr into you, expecting you to run your fingers through his hair. That deep rumbling purr turns into a choked gasp as your hands grip tightly around each pigtail, yanking his head up.

“I said-“ you pull his head upwards, his slick lips hovering over your throbbing clit, “suck.”

Euphoria doesn’t come close to what you feel when you force his face back against you, his red lips parted to ask you what you were doing, but instead they wrap perfectly around your swollen clit. His teeth gently scrape over your sensitive bundle of nerves as he regains his bearings, his ears ringing as your grip on his hair tightens almost painfully. Choso is so busy adjusting to the slightly new position and to the aching feeling of you gripping his locks that he doesn’t seem to notice the sticky mess he’s made in his boxers until his hips twitch involuntarily and his sensitive cock rubs against his cum stained boxers.

He moans around your clit, hungrier than he was before. You hardly notice how tight your grip is, not when you’re finally getting the stimulation you’ve been craving. Electricity sizzles in your tummy, your thighs tremble and your head tilts back as you choke on moans. Heat clings to you both, hot and heavy like a physical weight that rests on your chest as you try to drink in desperate breaths.

You grin, sweat sliding down your forehead as you listen to Choso’s muffled moans. His hips never stopped moving, his cock is beyond sensitive, pressed under his tummy and leaking like a faucet. His large palms slide up your thighs and to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. He hugs your hips like you’ll melt between his fingers, like the second you’re right on the edge it’ll all be lost. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his face eagerly, squirming in his grip. You fuck his face as best you can, desperate movements that make the bed squeak beneath you.

“C-Cho-“ you whimper, breaths sharp, hands cramping, brain melting inside your skull as you feel liquid heat pour out of you. Choso doesn’t stop as your entire body stiffens beneath his touch. His brows furrow as he feels your juice drip down his chin and not into his waiting mouth.

Your orgasm leaves you utterly drained, body limp and twitching. Choso nips softly at your clit before soothing the sting with the flat of his tongue as your hands loosen their grip. The relief is instant, a pleasant tingle that travels from his scalp to his spine. Black smudged eyes look up at you through thick lashes as you melt into the mattress, sweat clinging to your smooth skin as he admires you like a work of art.

[juniddawg]

Thinking about riding Nanamis face ₊˚ ✧.*

“Hah! Fuck Ken!” You whine, as he pulls you down onto his tongue, lapping up your already messy cunt.

Your hands grip the headboard, knuckles turning almost— white, from the sheer pleasure of him underneath you.

His veins pop in his hands from the firm grip he has on your thighs, he licks strips up your pussy— giving extra attention to your aching clit. You can’t help but scream his name when he sucks on your sensitive bud.

Your becoming shaky, your thighs starting to suffer from the kneeling on his face, he holds you down— tongue rutting inside you, licking you up, and drinking you down like he was stranded in the desert and you were water.

Nanami loved you sitting on his face. Drinking up all the slick arousal from your needy cunt, it made him so goddam hard. Hearing your whines and moans all because of his talented tongue, made him feel good.

You could feel a familiar burning sensation pooling in your stomach, “Shit, Ken I’m c-close.” You managed to whine out.

“Quit squirming,” he muffled beneath you, pulling you closer to his face. His nose bumping your sweet spot, making your already shaky legs worse.

His tongue entered you, his nose continuously grind against your clit. He wanted to taste all of you, and he was making it very clear.

You could feel your vision going blurry, pleasure overtaking you— the more he ate you out, the closer you were to coming undone on top of him.

“I-I’m gon-” you cut yourself off when you felt yourself cum on his face, without warning, coating his mouth in the vicious release.

Your whole body trembles, legs shaking and thighs aching under his grip. Slowly he removes his tongue and you feel your creamy release travel down your thighs.

You shivered when you saw him, coating his tongue with your orgasm. His eyes filled with lust.

This probably wouldn’t be the first orgasm of this night.

First post! I haven’t written in a while so this is probably a bit rusty?

[luvgam3]

Bf ljichi headcanons

I went back and forth with myself debating on if I wanted this to be horny or not and then I remembered I can do whatever I want… so NSFW post it is.

𑣲 mdni (18+), gn!reader

- 100% is one of those quite little perverts. If you try and call him out on it he’ll flush a bright red, denying it till you force it out of him. It doesn’t matter how it started— not when your hand is wrapped around his cock, squeezing gently from base to tip as he chokes on moans trying to explain his dirty fantasies in perfect detail.

- ljichi was incredibly insecure about his size when you started dating, so much so that when you had your first makeout and you ended up in his lap he said “sorry”. Your hips grinding against his as he whimpered apologizes into your mouth. You don’t even know why he was saying sorry, the tent in his pants was massive.

⤷ He does not know how to use his size to his own advantage when you have sex. He loves those sounds you make when he thrusts in deep, cock kissing that spot deep deep inside of you— but he’s sloppy with it. He has you guide him through it, hands on his hips, counting the strokes and urging him to sink farther into you.

- super super serious during sex. He’s afraid he’ll mess up if he isn’t laser focused. You work hard to break him out of it and it doesn’t take very long till he isn’t tensing when you laugh during. Maybe he lost his balance and fell on-top of you mid stroke, his chest pressed against yours and knocking the air out of both of you for a moment. Normally he would he mortified but all he can focus on now is your laughter in his ear. Your breath tickling his skin as a laugh of his own joins yours in the thick air.

- for the first new months of your relationship he physically couldn’t text you in public. Even an innocent little text like “hi baby <3” would have him hard… that might be your fault actually. You’d sent him a selfie one morning. It wasn’t particularly sexual, maybe your hair was a little ruffled and your cheeks a little flushed— you can see why he’d think it was something more. And that “something more” led him to jerking off in his car. After a few minutes of silence he sent back a picture of his messy hand. He was shocked when you sent back “I’m glad you were that excited to say good morning to me.”

⤷ along with jerking off in his car he also loves car sex. It’s so intimate, your chest pressed against his, your breaths mingling as you brace against the steering wheel behind you.

- Whimpers. Ijichi doesn’t think he’s physically able to stay quiet when you’re near him. He’s always whining or groaning, his voice pitching when you touch him. He whimpers in your ear. Moans into your mouth when you kiss. It’s best when he cries— voice high as fat tears roll down his cheeks, fogging up his glasses. His voice cracks, body trembling as pleasure pulses through him, shaking his sense of reality as you pull a mind blowing orgasm from him with a fractured cry.

[luvgam3]

Late summer nights with Nanami ☀︎ ☾

Between coming home exhausted and the sweltering summer heat, the only thing Nanami can focus on is you.

𑣲 mdni (18+), afab!reader

Ever since you started dating Nanami your nights have always ended the same. He curls up behind you, arms wrapped around you, nose buried in the crook of your neck as he breaths you in.

Tonight is no different… to him at least. To you it’s unbearable having him so close. Despite it being nighttime the sweltering heat from earlier still lingers. His head is in your lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you scroll on your phone. His fingers sliding under the damp fabric of your tank-top, rough fingers trailing over your sweat slicked skin. “Mmm. Stop squirming.” He mumbles, lips pressed against your belly, “I missed you, I just want to hold you.”

He doesn’t know why you yell at him to move. You always do this, what’s to wrong about it now? Sure it’s a little warm but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want to cuddle you still. Eventually he gives in, letting you go with a soft sigh before he crawls off the bed to get changed. You breath a sigh of relief at the loss of contact, the tacky feeling is gone and you can rest easily… for a moment.

Nanami doesn’t take long, shedding his clothes like a second layer of skin to leave him in just his boxers, and then he’s back in bed. “Ken, please—“ you whine, tilting your head to the side as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m all sweaty.—“

“I don’t care.” He mumbles against your neck, lips too warm, breath even hotter as it tickles your skin. And he’s not lying, he doesn’t care if you’re sweaty, his hands slip underneath your tank-top once more. His palm presses right above your belly button, skin sticking to yours in a way that makes you shudder. “You smell nice.”

You didn’t think it was possible to be this mortified. “Ken!” You yell, fingers threading through his hair, ready to yank his head away, “I’m serious!”

“So am I.” His voice is rough, laced with that comfy rumble you usually hear early in the morning after he’s woken up. You aren’t amused, not even a little. You aren’t amused when he slips your tank-top off so you’re pressed together, skin to skin. You aren’t amused when he slides between your legs, his chest pressed against yours, sticking together like glue as he places a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

You stay like this for a few minutes, laying under him as sweat prickles your scalp, every inch of you thrumming with heat as he hums. Nanami breaths you in, large hands kneading your waist. Every movement is aided with the slick glide of sweat struggling to cool in the air. You open your mouth to yell at him, to finally tap out and call it a night when his tongue darts out. Salt and sweat explode across his tongue as he presses open mouth kisses to your neck, a groan bubbling up his chest.

It’s too hot for this you think even as you chase his lips with your own.

So hot. His hips are rolling against yours.

Too hot. His hand is in your panties, fingers circling your clit.

Too fucking hot. His cock slides into you, his forehead pressed to yours.

The air you share is suffocating. It feels like you’re choking when he thrusts into you, sweat dripping from his brow and down the valley of your breasts. Your body is on fire, thighs trembling as you rake your nails down his back. It’s an all consuming feeling, his throbbing cock slipping in and out of your soaked cunt, his moans hot and ragged in your ear, the feeling of your impending orgasm coiling tight in your lower belly.

You can feel it, that pulsing heat deep within you as a choked gasp leaves your lips. In the back of your head you wonder what it’ll feel like when he cums inside you, if it’ll be the delicious cherry to this thick haze of lust.

Nanami doesn’t have to imagine what it’ll feel like when you cum— he has you gushing around his cock in minutes and the feeling makes his head light. Your arousal coats his shaft and drips down his balls in a sticky mess.

By the end of the night the sheets are soaked with sweat and cum, the room smells like thick summer heat and sex and despite your mumbled fucked out protests— he has you in his arms again, skin to skin, legs tangled together as a chorus of crickets outside lulls you to sleep.

[luvgam3]

I love when people claim a character as theirs. Like yes! That fictional person IS your husband/wife/partner.

… I’m not like that at ALL. I don’t pick favorites…