content izuku x reader, afab!reader, soft ? dom izuku, implied multiple orgasms, pussydrunk deku, established relationship, couch fucking yippiieee
breaking my completely unintended hiatus by posting about deku. wnated to post this on his birthday but life was a lot these past 3 years lol but the horny never stops !! enjoy this drabble while i get back on my grind. and by grind i mean writing porn. feel free to request !!
izuku always prides himself on how well he takes care of you.
he's as attentive as a partner can be, noticing your little tells even before you do. a soft nudge offered when you start to dissociate, a water bottle placed wordlessly on your desk, kisses peppered on your face before you even say a word.
he claims it's easy, taking care of you. "it's second nature at this point," he'd mumbled once when you'd asked, his cheek mushed to your chest. he's comfort personified, able to tell what you need with just a look.
moments like these aren't the exception. he has you face down on the couch, grip tight as he holds you up. his breath is hot over your ear and his chest kisses your spine with each thrust of his hips.
you don't know how long you've been here anymore, much more focused on how thick and heavy he feels inside you, swollen, puffy walls trembling around him. you can't separate where you end and he begins anymore.
it'd been a stressful day. your body wound tight as you made your way home, wanting to just find izuku and cuddle all night, watching whatever show seemed the easiest to digest.
but he always knew what you needed more than you did, which is why his head was between your thighs not even five minutes into the episode.
he'd loosened you up with just his tongue first, eager and greedy as always to make you come on his mouth before giving you what you want. you don't remember how long ago that was.
the noise that was caught in your throat is punched out of you like a groan, broken and whiny, when he speeds up just a little, bullying his cock deeper into your pussy.
he knows he's got you when you squirm below him, nonsensical mutters pressed into your arm as you curl tighter around your body. pleased with himself, he laughs, feeling how the sound gets to you when your walls squeeze, possessive around his length. "right there, yeah?"
he doesn't wait for a response or confirmation as his hips snap, rough and hard, watching how your ass bounces against his pelvis. "so good," he mumbles, distracted. you can feel how drenched you are, a combination of your own arousal and his spit making it almost slippery as he slides into your walls.
if he weren't being so good to you, you'd think him mean when he lifts you higher, leaning away from your back and opening your legs a little further to keep his pace. his balls slap messily against your clit any time he bottoms out. he's relentless, hands finding their grip on the fat of your thighs to keep you in place.
"izuku," you drawl, his name a squeak when the sound of your voice, fucked out and whiny, has his pace stuttering. his own groan is muffled into your spine, lips searing against your skin. "i got you," he mutters, almost giddy, as his fingers move, quick and sloppy against your clit.
izuku has always been selfless when it comes to you. he's eager to do good for you, in a way, always without complain, without you having to ask for it. it's no different when it's about your pleasure, giving and giving until you can barely take it, circling back to being selfish. he can't help it.
he's there to hold you when you come, walls clamping around his length. your voice is a continuous whine as he drags it out, fucking you through the sputters of your pussy, finding delight in the wet smack of his hips against yours.
he only stops once you're reaching back to slap his thighs, having the audacity to giggle as he taps the head of your cock on your quivering clit. "so pretty, baby," he mumbles, delirious, using his hands to turn you around.
your back barely makes contact with the couch before he's stuffing you full again, holding the backs of your knees to keep you from closing. the noise he lets out is guttural, and you're reminded of your selfish lover when he kisses his way up your neck, pecking sweetly at your lips.
"jus' gimme one more, baby," he mumbles, his eyes wide and excited as they find yours. "i wanna see how pretty you look when you come."
it's been probably too long lmao, i started this when i was about to begin uni and im now in my first ever corporate internship wowow
i've thought about getting back to using this account more times than i can count (Ć³ļ¹Ć²ļ½”) but i'm always nervy since i fell out of writing for jjk (though im still into the series)
if any peeps are still interested in my writing, first of all i'm flattered (ć Ā“ Ė `) and secondly, feel free to send requests !! i have so many drafts left unfinished it's stupid
content nanami x reader, afab reader, names (doll, dove), make-up sex, soft dom nanami, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, p in v, overstim
ah, the wonders of being horny. definitely got carried away this is like 2.2k words long. very self indulgent so please ignore any errors :p
also u guys are incredible thank u for all the love on my previous fics hugshugsĀ
it had been another late night of waiting for kento to get home, half-asleep already as you waited on the couch. you donāt even realize until the sound of the door opening jolts you awake, sitting up correctly. you rub the sleep away from your eyes, smiling softly at the sound of kento padding into the apartment.
he doesnāt know youāre awake, evident in the way he freezes as you both make eye contact before relaxing significantly, sighing contentedly as he moves closer to you. āwhy are you still up, doll?ā heād taken his tie off somewhere on his way inside, the first few buttons opened to give you sight of his exposed collarbone.
kento sounds tired, his smile lazy as he nears you, wrapping you in a hug as soon as youāre within reach, sitting next to you on the couch. āmissed you,ā is what you mumble against his neck, feeling his secure grip around you, eyes closing at the warmth it fills you with. āi wanted to greet you when you got back.ā
heās not usually this clingy, and itās obvious somethingās on his mind with how his arms tighten around you, his face nuzzling into your hair. he mumbles quietly before you can ask whatās up, kissing your temple with gentle lips. āiām sorry i always get home so late.ā
a soft sigh akin to an amused huff escapes you, bringing one hand up to brush his hair away gently. āitās fine, kento.ā you both pull away to stare at each other, eyes carrying the affection left unsaid, ājust having you home safe is enough.ā
it can be a bit upsetting, though. for weeks now, youāve gone to bed and woken up without kentoās presence in the apartment, and while disheartening, you understand heās a busy man. still, your answer doesnāt satisfy kento, who shakes his head, pressing his forehead against yours. āi still feel bad.ā
you move to cup his cheek, opening your mouth to reply, but the words are stolen from you as he leans in to kiss you, not hesitating to kiss back, free hand holding the back of his head. he brings you closer, hands at your hips to pull you onto his lap, fingers kneading at the skin.
ālemme make it up to you,ā he mumbles against your mouth, one finger hooking around the waistband of your shorts, already moaning weakly at the warmth of his palm. he doesnāt need to, you could never be upset with him, but kento feels bad, and he wants you to know just how loved you still are. who are you to deny his advances?
so you lift your hips when he begins to undress you, shivering as his hands pull your shorts down, moving to lay you down with your back on the couch, opening your legs so he can rest between them. itās automatic, the way his lips find yours again, bigger hand holding the side of your jaw to coax your mouth open, sighing at the moan you let out once your tongues find each other.
his kisses are softer, more caring than usual, and thereās a certain weight behind every caress of his tongue that has your heart fluttering, warmth spreading all the way down your shoulders to your tummy. heās letting you know, with his lips alone, that heās sorry, and the thought has your legs tightening around him.
kento takes the hint, his free hand slithering all the way up the side of your thigh, taking in your faint moans by slipping your panties down to your ankles, his hand quickly settling between your thighs. he uses his thumb to collect the arousal coating your folds, spreading it around. his lips begin to move down your neck, taking his time, also giving your chin and jaw attention, leaving gentle licks along your skin.
he knows just how much pressure to add to make you cling to him, legs opening further as if to silently beg him to do more. kento follows, using circular motions against your clit. his other hand moves to one of your thighs, holding you in place as his index finger teases your entrance, ensuring itās covered in your wetness before slipping it in.
he responds to your moans with soft grunts, the sound sending slight vibrations through your skin as he covers you in love bites. heās achingly hard in his slacks, itās been too long without touching you, and youāre so wet and ready for him, so responsive to everything heās doing.Ā
it makes his hips instinctively rut against the inside of your thigh, wanting nothing more than to be closer to you, to feel all of you, but he slaps your hand away once you reach for the front button of the pants.
tonight is about you.
you forget about undressing him once his middle finger is sheathed all the way in, curling up just slightly as he pumps it in and out, slowly, wanting to take in the feeling of you clenching around the digit for just a few seconds before giving you what you want.Ā
his lips are busy leaving gentle kisses on your shoulders, nibbling almost playfully as a second finger meets the first, looking up to enjoy the way your lips part, needy moans meeting the air. there are stars in his eyes as he speeds up slightly, lifting his head from the space between your neck and shoulder to look down at you, smiling softly before leaning in for another passionate kiss.
his knuckles are shiny with your slick, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of your entrance being an enticing squelch to kentoās ears. heās swallowing your moans as he sucks on your bottom lip, sighing contentedly with how easily you give in.
he pulls away before you can wrap your arms around his neck, whimpering at the lost warmth of his body as he moves down, enough so his lower half is stretched over the couch, stomach on the cushions. he brings one knee up and over his shoulder, not giving you a second to catch your breath before dipping his head between your legs and wrapping his lips around your swollen bud.
the sensation has your hips bucking immediately, eyes focused on the ceiling as he begins to coordinate his mouth with his fingers, tongue poking out to gently flick it against your clit, feeling him smile at the choked moan you let out, fingers pumping faster. you can barely think with kentoās breath heavy against your cunt, gasping and groaning at your scent, nearly shoving his head deeper to have you closer to his face.
your chest heaves at the divided attention of trying to focus on his fingers and his lips, soft mutters of his name gasped at how he grunts against you, your arousal easily coating the bottom of his chin with how much heās pressing into you. itās too much and not enough at the same time, whining desperately as you move to cling to his hair, softly tugging at the blond strands, eyes clenching shut once his fingers begin reaching deeper.
itās hard to think, hard to breathe with how much heās giving you, flattening his tongue to taste more of you, wrapping his arm around your thigh to keep you in place, changing the angle of his fingers to graze against the spot that has you trying to close your legs, heart rate going faster as the pressure between your thighs grows, back arching in search for more.
you only barely hear him over the sound of your own breathing, head growing fuzzy as your thighs begin to tingle, toes curling, but before you can warn him that youāre close, his words are mumbled against your clit. āeyes on me, dove.ā
you listen immediately, obediently, lifting your head so you could stare down at the sight, watching the way kento smiles against your cunt, eyes shining happily as he holds your gaze, neither of you blinking even as you clenched around him, shuddering and keening, feeling the pressure grow, and tense, then relax and contract, only managing to tighten your hold on kentoās hair as a warning before it crashes.
you come with a happy whimper, the sensation gushing out of you in waves that spread heat from your lower body all the way up to your chest, an array of indistinct babbles and curses flying out of your mouth as kento grins in what almost feels like pride, his smile growing when he feels your walls spasm around his curled fingers, admiring how your juices coat his fingers, lightly rolling down to his wrist.
āgood, so good,ā he takes his fingers out to lick you clean, holding your hips with both hands to keep you from moving away from his mouth, flushing at the slurping noise his mouth made against you. he can feel your pulse against his tongue, never taking his eyes away from the way you groan and squeal once it begins to be too much, and he canāt help but twitch in his trousers when he sees the way you take it, panting and whimpering through the overstimulation, even as your senses go into override and your brain turns to mush, knowing itād be worthless to try and get away.
he pulls away from you after a few seconds. staring at the mess heād made of you as he wipes the remaining fluid from his chin and lips. your inner thighs are coated in what is most likely a combination of your release and his spit, puckered hole clenching around nothing as your hips twitch, still recovering. kento hisses as the movement from sitting back up has him straining against his slacks.Ā
he grabs hold of your hips again to turn you around, ignoring your quiet mutter of wanting to see him in favor of placing a pillow under your hips to prop you up slightly, giving your ass a light squeeze.
you let him, too weak and needy to complain or move, holding yourself up by your elbows, trying to look back at him with a pout, but he ignores you by instead holding you steady as he unzips his slacks and practically shoves them down alongside his boxers, pumping himself slightly before lining himself up to your entrance, sliding the tip through your folds to tease you, just slightly, before pushing himself inside, instantly groaning at the warmth that enveloped his girth. he makes sure to go slowly, his attention focused on the way you hide your face in the cushions, pushing your hips back in hopes of making him speed up the process, walls fluttering around him as he finally bottoms out.
but kento doesnāt go faster. he drags his hips slowly, going all the way out and leaving barely just the tip in before grinding back inside, pushing your back to arch even further, leaning down to leave gentle, loving kisses along the side of your neck, able to hear the tiny groans and whimpers you were making.
his grip on you is hard, fingers for sure to leave bruises as he wills himself to go slowly, deeply, adding more force after every thrust, forcing you further into the couch. tonight wasnāt about fucking you senseless. tonight was about making it up to you, and showing you just how much he loved you, and your body, and being inside your pussy.
thatās what he tells himself, at least. thatās what the plan was before kento allowed himself the pleasure of being deep inside you, hands all over your body as he choked back on moans and grunts. it really has been too long, and though kento always did his best to be gentle with you, he can feel a primal desire burning inside him as every drag of his cock against your walls has you mewling below him, driving his thrusts a bit harsher any time you mumbled his name.
his self-control keeps slipping the further you moan, cursing at the way your body easily takes him in, almost sucking him in with how good your warmth felt around his dick. itās with a soft mutter of your name that kento finally lets go, holding your waist and giving your cheek a quick affectionate peck before slamming his hips into yours.
the angle has him brushing against your sweet spot again, and again, and again, growing less careful with how harshly heās holding onto you, when you moan louder, puffy folds growing wet with your slick as his lips trail kisses up to your ear, panting against your skin as he moves, almost balls deep in you.
ācan you feel how sorry i am, doll?ā his every word is accompanied by another deep thrust, and you're unable to respond as his finger once again finds your clit, mewling and trembling as the pleasure shoots straight through your spine, falling slack against the cushions as the strength of your body leaves you, eyes rolling as you nod.
he groans as you clench further around him, faltering a little in the pace heād set before he kept going. āi have to make sure you know,ā he rasped, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he wraps his arm around your waist, lifting your torso higher to begin pounding up into you, breath stuttering as the change has you convulsing around his cock this time, crying out a moan of his name as his pace refused to slow down.
if anything, kento held you tighter, sneaking a hand up to hold your boobs, grunting at the feeling of your gushing, pulsating walls, lips attacking your neck once more, ignoring your pleas for him to give you a minute.
if heās gonna make it up to you, heās gonna do it right. even if it means making you cry from pleasure, even if he had to hold up your weight with strong arms once your body fully succumbed to the way he was making you feel, kento didnāt care. it didnāt matter he had been exhausted from work, not when you begin to messily grind your hips back into his, causing his breath to hitch as his pace turned sloppy, moaning lowly into your ear.
content geto x reader, afab reader, riding, usage of One pet name (princess), heās a little mean, overstimulation, size difference (kinda), geto talks to your pussy
i want. i wanna do things to him. he makes me a little crazy in the head.
strong arms are circled around your waist, keeping your body in place as you move your hips, soft little moans falling from your lips anytime you take suguru all the way in. he has you bouncing on his lap, legs spread to keep you open, eyes shining mischievously at the sight of your breaking composure.
āsuguru,ā your voice whines out, breath catching in your throat as every thrust has you feeling the drag of his dick against your walls, stretching you further, and if you werenāt as wet as you are now, youāre certain he wouldāve split you in half. the thought is enough for you to speed up just slightly, clenching around him at the quiet grunt that escapes him.
large hands move to your hips, aiding your movements. āyes, princess?ā youāre holding on desperately to his shoulders, nails slightly denting into the skin, but he pays it no mind. heās more focused on the way your face scrunches up cutely, breath coming out in short pants now, every exhale a whimper.
youāre practically leaking on top of him, his thighs shiny with your prior orgasm, fucking yourself against him with the wetness itās left behind to move at a controlled pace. thereās a wet, lewd squelch following your movements, and youāre shaking on top of him. the only reason your body is able to remain upright is because of the hold he has on you.
āās too much,ā you manage to stutter out, tone shaky and breathy. your body felt like it was on fire, unable to even think with how full you are, head fuzzy as you squeeze around him. sensitive walls flutter around him, arms circling his neck. you had tried to slow down after the waves from your climax began dissipating, but suguruās arms kept you in place, urging you to keep moving.
he chuckles in response, and doesnāt give you any sort of warning as his fingers wrap around the back of your thighs, lifting you up slightly before slamming his hips up into yours.
āyou canāt complain after making such a fuss, can you?ā he asks sweetly, innocently, as if his tip wasn't short of hitting your cervix, forcing you to feel every curve and vein on his shaft. heās not wrong. as soon as you opened the door to the apartment, you were pushing him to the bedroom, not even wasting a second before crawling on top of him, muffled words of āwanted youā and ācouldnāt waitā whispered against his lips. āwerenāt you so eager to grind on my dick earlier?ā
he thrusts a little harsher into you when you donāt respond, jaw falling slack as you nod, a measly, weak whimper of āyesā following the action. āand look at her,ā his words feel like a purr against your ear, and you donāt even notice suguruās hand is moving in between you until he presses the pad of his thumb over your clit, grinning as your body jolts in response, āsheās taking me in so well. practically crying around my cock, yeah?ā
you canāt utter a response this time, too overwhelmed by the sound of his voice, so close and warm, and every moan and hiss has your skin tingling in excitement. āsheās so good to me, letting me use her like this.ā his words are emphasized by even harsher thrusts. suguru enjoys the way your body twitches against his chest, loving how small you feel on top of him, āand you wanna be good too, right?ā
suguru relishes in how quickly you nod, soft pleas whimpered against his cheek, growing higher in pitch as he keeps fucking himself into you, speaking clearly even with the ravenous pace heād set. his grip on one of your tits is strong, his whole palm encompassing the fat skin, rolling it harshly with his fingers. āthen youāre gonna have to take it.ā
his words are hot against your neck, leaving soft, gentle kisses against your throat, so different from the way heās mercilessly pounding into you, leaving you aching and crying. his grip on your thigh is sure to leave bruises, but you canāt focus on the pain when he angles his hips to repeatedly hit your sweet spot, walls spasming as your body convulses.
his thighs clench at the effort of having to move his hips up, eyes closing as he pulls himself closer to his release, but he pushes past the exertion. suguruās voice is strained, chuckling softly before moaning, lips brushing against your jaw. āi still have to fill you up.ā
content yuuta x reader, college!au, afab!reader, dry humping, cheating (yuuta implied to be in a relationship with rika), kinda dubcon (both you and yuuta are intoxicated), grinding
uhh first time writing smth like this. very much self indulgent from my part, i just really like yuuta
this wasnāt supposed to be happening. yuuta simply needed a place to get away from all the noise, whatever was in the red cup heād just thrown out not at all helping his growing headache. maybe thatās why he didnāt push you away when you clung to his arm, hugging it close to your chest, and tell him thereās a room you could take him to, far enough away from where the party is happening.
your hold on him is innocent enough, he thinks, looking away respectfully from your cleavage, figuring you needed the support not to stumble about, leaning against him as you open the door to what seemed to be a spare bedroom. itās why it comes as a surprise when his back is pushed to the bed, and youāre crawling over almost immediately, eagerly straddling him.
his breath hitches at the sight of you pulling your skirt up so he can see the wet mess of your panties over his growing erection, the thin fabric stained with your arousal, and yuuta can faintly make out the outline of your cunt. āiāve wanted you for so long, yuuta,ā you whine, pouting cutely, and your words are slurred as you lean down to press your chest against his, giving him a clear look down your shirt, āwhyād you have to get a girlfriend?ā
yuutaās throat closes up, looking up to the roomās ceiling, chest heaving in harsh breaths. his hands stay on either side of your thighs on the bed. heās strong enough to push you off. he should, yuuta knows this. he has no idea why youāre suddenly doing this, but it was wrong. his girlfriend is probably still with their friends, waiting for his return, most likely wondering when heāll get back. but then you grind your hips, rocking back and forth slowly, and whatever he was thinking about suddenly doesn't matter.
your head nuzzles into his neck, lips brushing gently against his skin as you pant, breath hot. ājust wanna feel you against my pussy.ā you sound so whiny, so desperate for him, and yuuta blames the alcohol when his dick twitches in his pants, rutting softly against you, almost instinctively wrapping his arms around your waist, keeping you close.
you moan happily at the sensation, walls fluttering around nothing, eyes rolling before you grind harsher against him, mumbling softly, feeling your arousal begin to gently seep through your panties. his hands are needy as they go lower, gripping your ass with firm hands, almost proud of the gentle cry that falls out of your lips.
you feel so good, and itās enough for him to forget about rika for a few minutes, whining softly against your hair as the pleasure builds up, dick straining against his jeans, and you can feel every nudge of it against your clit. his resolve breaks at the sweet sound of his name on your needy lips. his hands move to your hips, and yuuta flips you both over with ease, fingers gripping your thighs to spread your legs apart, messily humping into you.
he doesnāt stop you when your hand weakly reaches down to the button of his jeans, fingers shaky as they struggle to do so properly. he helps you, mind foggy as he slips both his pants and boxers low enough to free his cock, head already shiny with pre, red and throbbing. you both moan as he ruts against you, thighs almost pressed to your chest as he folds your legs gently, head lolling forward at how warm your body is against his.
your moans come out as needy puffs of breath, soft pleas of his name falling out your pink, glossy lips almost like a broken cry, hands gripping his shoulders. your skirt was bunched up against your stomach, giving yuuta full view of how his dick looked as his hips rolled against yours, grunting softly in response, his hold on your thigh growing tighter.
heās not thinking clearly as he reaches down to the edge of your underwear, pushing them aside to reveal the mess youāve made of yourself, cursing under his breath as his tip nudges your folds, eyes flickering to your already fucked-out expression, and you both grow louder as he coats himself in your arousal. so long as he doesnāt put it in, it canāt really count as cheating, right?
