gojo caressed your thighs as he threw your legs over his shoulders. his nails burying on your plump thighs, leaving bruises and crescent nail marks. he was panting heavily as he drilled his throbbing fat cock into you. "g-gojo..i-it's gonna come out again.." you mewled, feeling another orgasm roll in. he has made you cum three times already, and he was far from done. "cum for me you little slut. cum all over my cock like the good girl you are." he grunted against your ear followed by him biting down on it. you gushed all over his stomach while he was still forcing thrusts through your flowing juices. "s-s-so fucking good. fuck! oh god, wanna stay inside you forever." his vulgar groans and grunts rang in your head. it made you feel good knowing that you were the reason why he was feeling incredibly good. your face was all messy, covered in tears, sweat, saliva, and gojo's semen from the previous blowjobs you gave him. you were letting out choked gasps as he went deeper and deeper, you felt so full. "gojo..slow down" you whimpered underneath him, one of his hands reaching to cup your cheek, suddenly shoving two of his long and slender fingers in your mouth. you started sucking his fingers and he smiled "good girl."
you pant and dig your nails into his back, earning a loud moan from him. "you're so fuckin' tiny, princess." he choked out as he slowly pushed inside of you, staring at your stomach to watch the belly bulge from his massive cock. your mouth falls open as you feel your pussy getting stretched out, "mmm, i'm gonna cum inside you. d'you want it?" he asked and you cried out "yes! yes! give me your cum!" you watched as his big dick disappeared into your hole and reappear again, his pelvis kissing your swollen and puffy clit from the circles he rubbed and the kisses he gave it earlier. he knows all your favorite spots well, he paused his relentless pounding, the way he grabbed you was carnal, he pinned your knees to your chest, the mix of frothy white cum dripping from the base of his cock onto your asshole. this position was so deep that he hits that one good spot that makes your mind go blank. "you're mine. forever. do you understand that? you fucking slut." you were gushing and shaking as he fucked you. his thick and hot cum spilled into you, and he presses his hips against you to keep it all inside. you were too dizzy to slur anything out.
"f-fuuuuck, that's a good girl. that's it, keep squirting."
the sheets were now damp from how many times you'd squirted. he rubbed frantic, rough circles around your clit until you were a crying mess. it felt so cramped inside of you, gojo couldn't stop even if he wanted to. "gojo.." you sigh as your eyes roll back to your skull, his sweat dripped to your back. one of his hands sneaks to your breasts, grabbing your boob and pinching your nipples, twisting them from time to time. "gojo...fuck. It f-feels so good. i'm so full." you finally spoke. all this time, he could only hear lewd squelches of your pussy as he thrust. he's, even more, aroused when he hears your voice. you could see him losing himself, only growls and moans left his lips. his hips slapping into the back of your thighs, fingers pinching your nipple and clit. "hurry and cum." you mutter, your voice hoarse and shaky as tears streamed down your face. "fill me up, dump your cum inside me gojo." he was now whining, loving how you were speaking to him. the way you wanted him to cum inside signaled that you wouldn't mind if he got you pregnant. he turns your body around and sits you on his lap, bouncing your limp body on his cock. your head dropped to his broad shoulders as his hands grabbed your ass. "my pretty girl." he kissed your forehead and you smiled weakly "i'm gonna knock you up, baby. you'd look so good all round and plump with my kid." he muttered "i can't wait. tell me, tell me, you wanna be the mom of my child."
"i wanna be the mother of your child." you slurred as your eyelids felt heavy. his musky scent was giving you comfort, his heavy balls were slapping against your ass, and your abdomen tightened as your toes curl. "this is the last one, i promise." he whispered "so cum. cum for me my good girl." your hungry lips met his, flicking his tongue as he spits into your mouth. you gladly swallow and he spits in your mouth again, "cum, cum, cum, please. oh fuck!" he hugs you tight, his tip kissing your cervix as he released his load. once he pulled out of you, he gently scooped the creamy cum dripping from your pussy and pushes it back inside you.
you lose consciousness and he pulls you close to his chest. "good night, my good girl." he kisses your forehead and drifts to sleep next to you. the heat radiating off of your bodies comforting each other.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: They’ve had enough of your stupid ex boyfriend and decided to make it known that they’ll never get you back, by letting him hear you how much he’s making you feel good.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: afab!reader, 18+, MDNI, cowgirl, missionary, dog style, sex while ex is on the phone, blowjob, penetration, praises, out of character
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Obviously, my subservient side took over and wrote this. It ain’t funny how JJK men have me in a chokehold, I swear ᵕ̴᷄◡ᵕ̴᷅ Enjoy!
⋆୨୧˚⟡. ˚ GETO SUGURU
It was Shoko's birthday, and of course, it was an all out party thanks to her two best friends, one of which is your boyfriend Suguru. He helped the two gather people from all over the city to come and celebrate leiri's birthday, which was a piece of cake for him since he knew almost everyone wherever he went.
Suguru is probably the most patient man you have ever met, rarely ever losing his cool. But when he saw you struggling to cut your party-crashing ex lose, his filthy hands on your side and elbow, he erupted like a dormant volcano. The crowd dispersed once they realized what was happening, once they felt the pressure of Suguru's wrath, once they saw how he had to be pulled away before he knocked the shit out of your ex. Thank goodness Satoru and Kento were there before your boyfriend got his hands on him.
He reached out his hand to your direction, and you didn't waste a second to take it. Satoru told him that they'll take care of everything, to take his girl out and calm down, and he trusts Satoru, so he did.
It wasn't hard to get him to calm down. Once you were giving him the type of blowjob he loved—slow, sensual, sloppy—it's like he was never mad. His stuttering breaths, breaking voice, and twitching muscles all served you and him—you because it was such a sight to behold how he loses his last grip on his senses, and to him because you upped your game whenever you saw him like that.
As much as he loves it though, nothing will ever beat the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him. He remained seated, leaning back, as you rode him and kept eye contact. He absolutely melts, putty under you, with the way you move your hips. His hands went straight to your waist, fingers tight on your flesh before they loosened from his reducing strength, when you started grinding. It's his weakness after all.
A phone rang in the background of your whimpers and moans, you decided to ignore it and continue calming down your boyfriend. Your head tipped back as that familiar coiling at the bottom of your spine started gaining life. You didn't even pause when one hand left your body and you heard Suguru's voice.
"You fucking— ha, baby, just like that." His one hand traveled up your neck. "—put your hands on my girl again and you're dead, hear me?"
"Just like that. Let him hear how much you love me, come on, honey.”
⋆୨୧˚⟡. ˚ GOJO SATORU
Your ex has been calling you nonstop. You were beginning to question what you ever saw in him, and think how he’s a pathetic excuse for a human being. The incessant calling and messages started when you posted a photo of you and Satoru, enjoying a beautiful picnic at the park where you had your first date.
The last thing you expected to receive was a notification of an angry text, followed by three missed calls, from your ex. You blocked him and his toxic friends on all platforms, so you thought he must’ve created a fake account to stalk you. Even went as far as getting a new phone number to contact you. And you were right. The annoying little fuck.
Satoru could hear your phone vibrating, and your sighs were getting heavier and more frustrated each time your phone buzzed. It bothered him to no extent, so he asked again who it was. The first, you just shook your head with a smile and he let it go. This time he was more stern and was not taking a reassuring smile for an answer.
You definitely weren’t smiling now that he’s got you a panting, moaning, writhing mess. Spread eagle at the edge of the bed as Satoru continued his relentless thrusts, you couldn’t do anything but take it like his good, good girlfriend. And all the while he’s pulling orgasms after orgasms out of you, he was on the phone with your ex.
His dick twitched with how near he was, but refused to finish. Your glossy eyes, sweet whimpers, and soft hands trying to reach his hips— who wouldn’t kill to be him right now? Eyes trained on where you two were connected, he retracted his hips just enough that only his tip remained inside, before teasing him and you by fucking you with only the head of his cock.
“You hear that, bud?” He placed the phone a few inches away from your face, your pretty mewls reaching the person on the other end of the call, for sure. “That what you wanna hear? Enjoy then, bitch.”
He threw the phone beside you, leaning down and kissing you softly, burying his cock deep in your pussy. “Why don’t we take pity on the poor fucker and let him hear how I’m making you feel good? Yeah, sweetheart? Mmhm?”
⋆୨୧˚⟡. ˚ RYOMEN SUKUNA
Everyone knew not to touch whatever Sukuna deemed as his, and you were completely and irrevocably his. Even as you decide to cool off from him, how you give him the cold shoulder taking over the rumor mill for weeks, the fact that you were still his still very much rings true. No one can change that, not even you.
Sukuna’s word is law, wherever he went. No one dared touch you, or even breathe in your general direction, unless they have a death wish. Apparently, your ex has given up on life. His life was basically forfeit when he started following you around, on the day when you’d have no one beside you because your boyfriend and friends were all on the other side of campus for their lectures.
Sukuna would miss two of his classes, but he’d miss anything just to come see you, especially after seeing photos of you being followed, every single one sent to him.
Oh, your ex is fucking dead.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he muttered against your skin as he left his sixth mark on your neck. “Don’t trust me?”
“I don’t trust that you won’t murder him.” You shuddered as he chuckled, the tone dark and ominous.
Things escalated quickly. In a blink of an eye, half of your face is buried in his pillow, biting into it as he pounds into you from behind. You lost all control of your limbs, so Sukuna had to keep your lower half upright, perfectly aligned to meet his hips. One of his tattooed hands held your waist, while the other gripped your hips, moving your weightless body in tune with his thrusts.
You were absolutely out of it, all thoughts out the window and all you can do was take whatever he gave you. Nothing can break the spell he put on you, not even the phone ringing.
“I’ll tell you two things, asshole,” Sukuna spat harshly. The grunts and moans leaving his mouth made you wetter, squeezing his dick tighter.
He couldn’t help the stuttering breath, followed by a chuckle. His hands squeezed, then shifted. Your phone now in between his shoulder and ear; his one hand held a handful of your hair from the roots, while the other snaked under your thigh to play with your clit. Another satisfied grunt left his swollen lips, red and puffy from both kissing you and biting them himself, when you let out a delicate, trembling moan.
“One, there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and you have the latter thinking she would ever take your lame ass back. Two, you’re dead as fuck.”
He leaned in, putting down your phone right beside your face to let your ex hear all the noises Sukuna is pulling out of you.
“My pretty girl’s gonna help me kill him slowly, won’t she? Let him hear those pretty noises you make for me. Only me, yeah?”
Hi pretty baby!! How are u doing it’s been a lil while 🥰💕 I came by bc I just saw your event! I was thinking sexual tension with Aki from csm could be fun for you to do if you like (more fun for me to read I’m sure ahfksjfjd) anyway I hope ur doing good ily mwah mwah xx
𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏
luxe you have no idea how happy i got when i saw your ask 💕 this means a lot thank you for joining 💕 The Clichés ™
— peek summer in japan.
the small devil you two were fighting wasn’t strong or even fast, but the heat wave made you all slow and weak, so when it ran in your direction you couldn’t attack it properly, instead you get knocked over and fell down the stairs of the abandoned building.
“fuck” you murmured hazily, aki ran towards you offering a hand, when you took it and tried to get up your ankle protested and you lost balance hissing from the pain.
aki was quick to steady you by your waist, you looked up where your partner’s face was mere inches from yours, mesmerizing blue eyes too close for comfort.
his forehead was shiny with sweat. a few hairs sticking to it, the first few buttons of his shirt were open and sleeves rolled up. even his tie was hanging low. it was the first time you saw him that disheveled and it made your legs weak.
“the devil escaped” you muttered.
“i know” he muttered back with you still in his arms, “there’s a hospital not too far from—“
“no, they’ll tell me to put ice and rest, i’ll just go home” you tried to put some weight on the twisted (maybe broken) ankle and almost fell again but aki’s hands tighten up around you.
“my place is closer, let’s go” he let go of you to turn around flexing his knees slightly for you to hop on his back.
your arms went around his neck and legs wrapped on his hips. aki gulped to the feeling of your breasts pressed on his back, he straightened himself and tried to adjust you by holding your thighs but his hands went a little bit too far squeezing your ass accidentally to which he immediately apologized.
“you didn’t have to offer me a piggyback ride if all you wanted was to grab my ass, hayakawa” you giggled and his ears got pink.
“as if i wanted to grab your sweaty ass on purpose” he started to walk with you on his back as easy as carrying a simple backpack.
“shut up, i can literally feel how drenched your back is.”
you and aki bickering/flirting was nothing but normal, whenever denji was around to witness it he always said something along the lines of “get a room”. now it’s different cause you have never been this close to each other before, aki kept talking about how inevitable it was for him to get this sticky when tokyo was under 100% humility that week, but this trivial conversation was only to distract him for having your arms around him and your legs brushing against his crotch. you of course was also affected by the proximity, he smelled fresh even after sweating all day, you teased him about his sweaty back but thanks to it you could feel the muscles under his shirt.
when you arrived to his building you tried to let go of him but he held your legs.
“what you doing?” he asked.
“i’m not climbing those stairs on your back, what if you fall back and crush me to death?” you placed your good foot on the floor.
“yeah cause i’m the one that fell down the stairs and broke my foot.”
“i was pushed by the devil you let escape.”
“i only let it escape after he knocked your dumbass. now come here cause i have things to do” aki bent and took you bridal style all the way up stairs, a great way to shut you up, “devil got your tongue?”
“fuck off, hayakawa” you turned your head so he wouldn’t see your cheeks heating up.
somehow he managed to open his door, kick his shoes off with you still on his lap and enter the quiet house.
“where—“
“they’re with kishibe” he answered knowing what your question was going to be.
you got placed on the couch and quickly sat up to take a look at your ankle but aki was faster.
“it’s pretty swelled” he held your leg up by your calf, when he tried to roll your pants up he touched your ankle and your pulled your leg back hissing in pain, “you can’t put ice on top of your pants” he justified.
“these are skinny jeans, i can’t roll it up, especially now” you looked down at your ankle, the hem was already too tight around it.
“then you’re gonna have to take it off” he simply told you before turning around.
“is this your plan to see me naked?” you playfully narrowed your eyes at him.
“yeah this all just part of it” he replied sarcastically and picked the thick throw blanket from the couch to toss at you.
“ew i’m not covering myself with that, it’s hot as fuck already” you pushed the blanket off of you.
“you’re really fucking annoying you know that?” he huffed and disappeared into a room, coming back with a bed sheet that went straight to your face, it smelled like aki and you guessed it was his bedsheet.
“do you always treat your guests like that? rude!” you barked back unbuttoning your jeans and pushing it down one leg easily but carefully with the other.
aki stood there waiting for you to take them off completely before handing you the frozen food package he picked, he didn’t mean to stare but he ended up taking a peek at your red underwear while you struggled with the hem of the tight black jeans (which he obviously noted when you met in the morning), he cleared his suddenly dry throat removing his tie and opening a few buttons of his shirt.
“don’t you have a fan or something?” you asked when you managed to kick the pants off and used the sheets to cover your bottom.
“power broke it” he walked over to the glass door and opened, it wasn’t enough to cool you down but it was slightly better. aki took your legs and sat with them on top of his lap — since the couch was small — carefully putting the frozen package on top of it. “better?” he asked with one hand touching the skin above the swollen area.
“i’m gonna get all wet” you replied without thinking your choice of words throughout “i mean— from the heat and… the ice… melting and…” when you met aki’s eyes they were dark, he was breathing heavily and when he noticed a droplet going from your temple all the way down your cleavage he couldn’t help the groan that left his throat. why did you have to say things like that? and look at him like this? and have the softest fucking skin?
it happened fast, he placed your leg on his shoulder before he took an impulse to close the gap between you two and kiss you like he wanted to have done for a long time ago. aki’s lips were soft and he tasted like the cigarette he was smoking earlier, you were panting on each other’s lips in little to no time.
in a swift move aki ripped the sheet out of your body and you were quick to wrap your other leg around him, his crotch directly brushing against the damp spot of your underwear. he kissed your neck, the sweat being almost like an aphrodisiac to him.
“you are all wet” he breathed against your clothed core, using the words you said earlier.
“fuck you” you sighed when you felt his fingers exploring the shape of your pussy
“yeah, fuck me” when aki was about to dive in like a thirsty man the door opened.
denji took one step with a knocked out power hanging on his shoulder, he was killed countless times that day by kishibe and couldn’t wait to hit the bed, so when he looked up to see aki staring wide eyed at him with his hair falling off the ponytail, a girl’s leg on his shoulder and his bed sheets all over the floor, he tiredly sighed and turned around carrying power who started to question what he was doing.
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executive affairs series $jjk multi ┊ controversy $geto
synopsis: geto spared one woman from the village he exterminated due to the pleading of mimiko and nanako, now he has to live in between preaching a world without non-sorcerers during the day and sleeping with one during the night; a dive into the mind of a conflicted man.
cw: canon events (no major spoilers), death topics, fem submissive reader x cult leader geto, smut, oral (m -> f), 1.6k words.
The day was horribly busy, on days like these, where he had to talk in front of a crowd for such a long time, then entertain donors, then eat curses, Geto can’t sleep due to the loud noise of his mind, he would probably sleep if he was in a equally loud environment, but, except for the sound of your soft breathing, the room has dead quiet.
Dead quiet.
Geto sits up, the cold air hitting his bare chest as he takes in the sight of the red temple across the open window, a ruffling makes him draw and narrow his eyes to the figure in his bed.
He remembers the day he first saw you, trying to sneak in the room where Mimiko and Nanako were locked in, he was in the process of exterminating the people in that village so he didn’t think twice when he grabbed you by your hair ready to let a curse rip you apart but the deafening sound of the girl’s scream stopped him, only then he noticed a bag with food that fell of your hands.
He could see from a distance, you were like the rest of them, a regular non-sorcerer and a few minutes ago he decided what he wanted.
A world free of non-sorcerers.
He can’t make an exception. He shouldn’t.
The twins had tears in their eyes. They’re young and his responsibility now, so a helping hand couldn’t be a sin. He could leave you for last.
Somehow he finds in his heart to spare you, and once he consolidated his power as a leader, he took the three of you in, the girls only leave your side when he’s around, they don’t approach anyone else except the two of you.
The first week you were around sorcerers he could see the fear and confusion in your face. Nanako tugged his clothing and he squatted to listen as she whispered to him “She cannot see them”.
So he provided special glasses for you, one with cursed energy so you could see what people like you shouldn’t, and he made Nanako hand it to you as you slowly began to comprehend what the weird events around you actually were.
She should be thankful, she’s only alive because of me.
He thought about that constantly, especially when watching you smiling and minding your own business.
And you are grateful and respectful towards him, almost never making eye contact, just keeping your head down and only calling him “Geto-sama”, he appreciated that, you should know your place.
It’s only a matter of time before he grows fond of you too, with his influence and your submission, it didn’t take long before you were in his bed, being happy to serve him in any ways.
It’s a contradiction having you around, he knows it. A monkey.
You sleep so peacefully, he wonders if you understand how lucky you are to make it this far.
Tonight could be your last night on earth, how deserving are you to live in his ideal world? You have two little girls that adore you, is that enough? He could just tell them something awful happened.
His cold fingers trace the back of your neck, ghosting your cervical spine.
You fell off the stairs and broke your neck, so sad.
That’s believable, the temple has many stairs.
His index finds your pulsing point.
A man attacked you, another monkey, and cut your throat, how horrible.
His eyes drop to your rising chest.
You fell on the lake and drowned, a terrible accident.
There’s so many possibilities to get rid of you without them blaming Geto.
Warm fingers unexpectedly find his hand, your small hand covers his. Suguru feels his human side returning to him, the dark cloud over his head slowly fading away as you take his wrist and you turn your head to kiss his palm.
He feels like crying, confused and guilty.
The bedroom is dark enough for you to miss the look of despair in his eyes, he allows you to caress the veins in his forearms, tracing it all the way to his biceps until you find his neck with your arm completely extended. Suguru gives in to the light pressure you make, bringing him to lay back down with you, You kiss his shoulders, his chest, his neck.
He doesn’t feel worth your kisses.
Again the contradiction.
You kiss his jawline and he stops you with a hand over your lips, he doesn’t want you to feel the way his lips quiver, you don’t ask questions, just accept and kiss his palm again, holding it against your cheek.
Geto is hard on you sometimes, giving humiliating tasks such as cleaning up the remains of someone who wronged him or capturing a curse that will for sure attack you. As much as he sometimes thinks of creating a space between the girls and you, the little ones always find a way back, helping you clean while keeping a non-morbid conversation topic or helping bandage the scratches you got from the small but feisty cursed spirited you were assigned to.
Yet you never once complained, always bowing in obedience with a soft “Yes, Geto-sama” coming out of your lips.
He knows when to treat you well too, sometimes he knocks on your room at night, sometimes he sends someone to call you over to his. When his whole cult speech was over he would dismiss everyone except you, to be alone in the giant spacious room with him, he likes to take you there, where your quiet sounds of pleasure bounce through the walls and create an echo.
You’re good to him, not to his cause, to Geto-sama you’re useless, but to Suguru Geto you’re an anchor.
He returns your kisses, sucking on your clavicle then down the soft skin of your breasts, where he takes in one nipple and licks until it gets hard enough for him to gently bite on and make you grasp.
Your hands find his hair, his long soft locks, the same ones you brush ever so patiently when Mimiko and Nanako turn it into a mess of knots from braiding and tying tiny silicone elastics on, you don’t scold them, even if it means to stay hours with Geto trying to undo it afterwards.
They will grow up to be spoiled.
But he also could never scold them like a father is supposed to, deep down he knows he won’t need to, they adore him, anything he’ll say they’ll do.
They’re good kids, he supposes he owns it to you too.
Suguru leaves a wet trail of kisses down your body until he’s in the middle of yours legs, he first starts by licking the surrounds of your clit teasing patiently as you get wetter, the sleepiness doesn’t allow you to protest or whine, only to close your eyes and take whatever he’s willing to give you while tangling your fingers in his hair.
When he finally gives your nub some attention in the form of sucking, your leg twitches, he squeezes it and places it over his shoulder, at this point he’s laying on his stomach vaguely thrusting his pelvis onto the mattress to relieve a bit of the aching in his cock he gets when eating you out.
He adds more tongue as he moves down your needy hole, which pulsates around nothing, Suguru hums nuzzling your glossy folds, the vibration goes straight to your hardened nub.
“Geto-sama” you moan when he fucks you with his tongue, the tip of his nose hits your clit perfectly, once he looks up to see you falling apart on him you shiver, his eyes are predatory, you wonder if you should retrieve your hand from his head, but he quickly closes them again, losing himself in the taste of you. God, you taste so good. What makes him get through the day when he has to absorb those disgusting curses is the thought of getting lost between your legs, sucking your nipples, eating his own cum off you, sucking your tongue…
He feels your orgasm approaching as you tug his locks harder, whimpering softly. Usually he would make you beg, stopping his ministrations just before you get there and delaying it until there’s tears in your eyes. Tonight he’s enjoying the silence, he might just let you go ahead, but there’s something he wants to hear.
“Say my name” he orders with a raspy voice.
“Get—“
“No” he bites your inner thigh, “My actual name.”
“Suguru” you roll his name so beautifully on your tongue.
“Keep saying it” he dives back, making out with your pussy and paying extra attention to your puffy clit as you call his name in a prayer.
He misses it, the way his first name used to be used, nowadays is just “Geto-sama this, Geto-sama that, master, sir”. It would inflate his ego if it didn’t come out of monkeys' mouths.
But Suguru? He left that for you only, even the other sorcerers he considers family just call him Geto.
Before he realizes you’re already cumming, hole pulsating around his tongue and heels digging on his back. He slows down his pace, nibbling on your glossy lips then taking your hand out of his hair to kiss it like you did earlier, the act makes your heart swell, you caress his face, thumb rubbing the dark circles under his eyes.
“Suguru” you call his name again, this time looking straight in his eyes, they don’t seem predatory anymore as he moves up finding a safe spot on your chest, where he lays down listening to your heartbeat as your fingers work through the knots in his hair, this time caused by yourself. Your other hand caresses his back and shoulders, whatever skin you can find to soothe him. Suddenly he doesn’t have the loud voices in his head anymore and manages to fall asleep again.
note: this was short but I wanna explore more of this side of suguru so my inbox is open to suggestions
Going off of @renhoeku's "Gojo is a panty sniffer" post... I offer you Gojo Satoru and his scent kink.
Satoru, who didn't realize until he met you that certain scents turn him on.
Satoru, who's curiosity started off innocent enough, like stealing a sweater from your hamper after you had worn it all day.
Satoru, who's cheeks are flushed red as he brings the garment to his nose, inhaling the scent of your perfume and natural musk
Satoru, who's mildly shocked when he realizes he's getting turned on by smelling your sweater.
Satoru, who tries to ignore his new found scent kink but struggles to keep his mind from wandering when he's palming himself at night
Satoru, who's tired and horny and not thinking straight as he stumbles to your apartment's shared bathroom and pulls one of your shirts from the hamper before returning to his bed
Satoru, who has the item stuffed against his face as he roughly tugs himself, inhaling your natural scent with each movement.
Satoru, who spills all over his hand and stomach, gasping for air as his thighs twitch.
Satoru, who returns the shirt to the hamper, feeling bad about what he had just done until he noticed something in the hamper.
Satoru, who notices your worn panties sitting in the hamper and a fresh wave of arousal prickles in his gut
Satoru, who's hands are shaking as he reaches for the frilly piece of fabric and holds in a moan as he examines it
Satoru, who can't stop himself as he brings the panties to his nose and inhales.
Satoru, who's cock is twitching to life again as he inhales your natural scent. Who's mind is wandering further than before as he reaches down to squeeze his second hard-on of the night.
Satoru, who jerks off in the middle of the bathroom while smelling your worn underwear, knees nearly giving out as he cums harder than he has in months.
Satoru, who cleans himself and shoves your worn underwear in the pocket of his sweats before returning to his room, mind cloudy with thoughts of you and how badly he'd like to smell you as opposed to smelling your clothes.
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𐂴 pairings: Female-Bodied Reader X Bakugo, Aizawa, Iida, Tokoyami, Deku, Mirio, All Might, Shoto, Kirishima, Tamaki
𐂴 contains: sundress szn, aged-up students, use of quirks, (semi)public unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy + mommy kink, exhibitionism, degrading w punk ass Bakugo, lotsa pet names, use of puppy with Izuku, choking, orgasm control, Aizawa’s is heavy on mating press + kink, Iida’s overstimulation, pussy spanking, tentacles w tamaki <3, feral men alert 🚨
𐂴 10k~ words total | 10 drabbles | bonus: lazy illustrations
𐂴 crispy ass low quality ass photos smh
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💥 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 ~ “OH, IT’S ON, PRINCESS.”
He’ll smile at his girl doing such a dirty, sexy thing in public, and you know what’s coming for you at home. In true Bakugo fashion, he’ll tease you right back, except do it better than you to prove that he’s the best. Karma’s a bitch, but Bakugo is the biggest bitchboy in town.
You try as hard as possible to keep the straightest face you could muster. Katsuki is looking at the cafe menu, sipping his coffee.
“So what do you want?” he grumbles, so he could order for the both of you. It’s go time. Your hand is already under the table, and finds your big thick target immediately, squeezing it firmly through his black pinstripe dress pants. Enemy spotted. His eyes lock on you, and the look in them lets you know that you just signed up for hours of poundtown and crying when you guys get home from your date. He can be so mean, too, stealing your orgasms from you until he decides it’s okay for you to cum. So really you’re signing up to be at his mercy…or lack thereof.
He snorts a little, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly.
“Really? Heh, that’s a good choice. I was going to go for the club sandwich. And you better not eat all my fries, you dirty little delinquent.” His cock starts to harden in your hand, and your fingers find his cockhead, tracing its prominent outline. You could swear you feel his pulsing veins beneath your fingertips. You keep your hand there, squeezing, then trailing to his balls…then pulling away when he twitches.
As if nothing happened, you reply,“Mm, no worries, I’ll also get the croissant and omelette, I promise to leave some of your fries for you,” you suck at keeping a straight face, as fiery eyes blink incredulously, furiously asking you why the fuck you stopped.
This time you feel his rough hand firmly grabbing your thigh, and yanking it over his big leg. His calloused palm trails right up the skirt of your yellow gingham sundress. What is he doing?
“’Katsu,” you whimper quietly to his sickly smug face. “We can’t do this here.” You both know you don’t believe the words you’re spewing.
Fluffy blonde hair swooshes left and right as he looks around dramatically to prove a point. “Says the fuck who?” his canines flash, a predator knowing there was nowhere for his prey to run. His sharp eyes, sharp teeth, sharp choker, black snakebites, the growl evident in his voice…this menacing boy has you backed into a corner. Heck, his big hand has your thigh trapped right now. He was right. What were you saying? Bakugo Katsuki never followed anyone’s rules, and never will.
You squeak when two hot, large digits rubbed you over your thin little panties. He leans in real close to you, resting a muscled forearm on top of your soft thigh. His hot breath fans against your neck and he whispers huskily in your ear, moaning a little in just the way that make your juices stir, your clit throb,
“Fuck….Y’always signing up for shit you can’t handle, Princess. Trying to put yourself in danger, like Daddy does. But you can’t pull it off, babe, wanna know why? You’re dealing with Dynamight, and don’t you forget it. Just ya wait until we get home. Trying to be a nasty little bitch in heat, you think that’s funny?” You thank the heavens that the table isn’t see through and not too many people are dining where they could see you both being absolutely filthy. You gulp. He pushes your panties aside, rubbing the ungodly amounts of slick you’ve already built up in circles around your clit.
“Little kitty cat gets so wet, huh? Is it cuz you know I could fuck you right on top of this table? I’m the number two hero, I don’t give a fuck. Does that scare you? Me showing everyone what happens to bad girls who can’t be patient and grab their boyfriend’s meat under the fucking table?” He’s babbling, and you can see his cock straining against his pants. If he was dressed in his grey sweatpants, guaranteed you’d see precum leaking through.
The thigh that wasn’t being held on top of his by his other hand, tries to shakily close around his hand but he doesn’t let up. You feel a familiar heat start to pool in your stomach and you silently plead with him to not make you cum in public, in broad daylight. You could tell he has no intentions of stopping. A big, thick finger dips in and changes your mind as it always does, making your brain get consumed with want for him, need to get filled up no matter what. It thrusts into you as his thumb keeps rubbing your clit expertly. You begin to grind stupidly into his hand, chasing your own high. His eyes, they look so hungry for you…
Just as you feel yourself getting close, he pulls away and puts your leg back down to normal as your pussy throbs and you clench around nothing. What the fuck? You glare at him, he sucks his fingers, and he licks the mug like a SLUT before sipping his coffee again.
“What’s’a matter, sweetheart?” His gruff voice feigns ignorance, and before you could reply, the server comes. x
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❤️🩹 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇Ō𝐓𝐀 ~ “So You Have Chosen… Death.”
The UA High School teacher is so disciplined, such a gentleman who knows how to conduct himself maturely. Which is a total contrast to how he is behind closed doors in the bedroom. Oh, he’ll still be a gentleman, but don’t think he’ll hold back on you. He’ll teach you a thing or two about teasing him like a little brat.
You both sit in the private back part of a fancy restaurant for your anniversary dinner. Ever the classy, baked ziti at home, father of your two cats, charcuterie board mf, has taken you to a dark, sophisticated winery by the sea. His alumn who can talk to animals is caring for the fur children back at home. Now you’re sitting in what looks like a speakeasy as you overhear jazz from the main restaurant, the lights dim, and his ebony black hair falls beautifully over his cashmere sweater. An intense set of dark eyes have never looked so intense, and you can barely take it.
You hold the wine 45° and stir it a little, smelling its scent profile before taking a little sip. Berries. Spice. Old earth. Chestnut barrel. And a hint of flora.
“This one’s delicious,” you smile, and you like it because it tastes like love, it tastes how the look in his eyes feel.
“You’re delicious,” his eyes scan over your body in the sleek, velvety emerald dress you surprised him in, and you feel the heat from his smoky deep voice filling your ears and going down your esophagus with the warm wine, and making you flush. You decide to return the favor and be a little cheeky. Perhaps it’s the wine bringing out the boldness in you, or he’s trying to be a siren with his dark eyes and silken tone but you are sinking. And your foot has left its high heel and is floating.
A thin brow quirks as your pedicured foot rubs his firm thigh, then goes up, up, to the apex of his legs and fondles him through his slacks. You’re already hard. He smirks. —How could I not be?—
Teachers. They make for the best students. He’s studying you, the fall and rise of your chest, and can pick up that you’re turned on. And just like that, you both can’t wait for the dinner to be over so you could…
But you both wait. Lots of tension makes for the best of releases. You know from past experience. You continue to have eye sex, like how you did when you both would pine for each other. Years of having a crush on your tailor client, of him talking with you, of you starting to think of what his stubble must feel like on your tenderest spots, of if he likes getting his hair pulled, of will there ever be a ring on his finger one of these days? Him coming to the atelier to pick up his clothing, and looking at you in the same way he’s looking at you now, but you not being able to put a finger on it.
You would wake up from a restless sleep in your studio and wonder, why am I having dreams of my client? You’d look forward to his messages telling you how lovely of a job you’d do to fitting his clothing to accent his body…his body that you wanted all over yours. It felt like a whirlwind…a long, unblinking staring match as he lingered in picking up his clothing from you turned into him asking you out, to him bringing flowers to your work, and lots of eye contact as you realized his stubble tickles your inner thighs rough— in a delicious way, that pulling his hair makes him rumble against you and eat you even more ravenously, and that now you keep looking at your hand wondering what it would look like with a big rock on your finger.
Flash forward to after dinner, and you’re walking hand in hand, the taste of wine and butterscotch gelato in your mouths, and his hand guides you by your lower back into the lodge. Now you’re on the bed, and your feet are bound to the posts, and his hand pins your wrists above your head as he’s ramming into you, hips slapping your clit so perfectly and grinding into you. You already came twice on his face, and you feel another one coming soon.
“Sh-Shō,” you slur, the second his lips aren’t swallowing yours. Your tear-brimmed eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet his deep eyes that still look as hungry as ever, with that extra mysteriously serious look from earlier. It makes you shiver.
“Darling,” he purrs, “i hope you’re not saying you want me to slow down, when you showed me just how much you wanted me back there.” How is he not out of breath, when he’s pistoning straight into your sweet spot over and over? He muffles your whimpers and steals your breath away with more sloppy kisses, and your bordeaux-stained lips are wet with your drool combined with his saliva. You’re seeing stars, and screaming his name as you’re bound into this mating press. You feel so full on his fat cock as every ridge and vein drags so deliciously into every surface of your pussy; his hipbones smack into your ass so lewdly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your jaw firmly, thumb swiping your lower lip. “Ah, ah, ah, want my little wifey to look at me, or you won’t get my kids,” he’s babbling, but your ears perk up at the words wifey and kids and it drives your wine/cock-drunk mind wild as he drills into you.
“Yes, yes!” you scream, “I’m your wifey, Shōta, please say I’m yours, mmm, I belong t’you!!” You don’t break eye contact this time, pleading him to know you really really mean you belong to him. His thrusts get sloppier, and his baritone moans sound so hot as you feel like if he goes any harder, you’ll get fucked right through the bed.
“You’re mine, Y/N,” his hands clench around your wrists and throat, and he kisses all over your face, “All, fucking, mine—” He goes down to rub your clit feverishly so you could clench around him, and his thrusts are deep, threatening to hit your womb.
“Cum for me, my beautiful woman,” the sight of his black hair framing and sticking to his face as he stares into your soul, does it for you and you see white, which milks his cock of all he has to offer as he’s balls deep inside you.
You both ride out your orgasms for a minute, then come back to earth, panting. “Oh, by the way. Since you agreed you’re my wifey, I hope you know I’m being serious.”
Your heart stops as he finishes untying you and arranges the clothes you both threw to the floor. What?
“I’ve been wanting to make you Mrs Aizawa for quite some time now, and it kind of came out in the heat of the moment, but…” he grabbed the ring from his pants pocket, blushing like a schoolboy, “Miss Y/n, will you marry me?” His voice was soft, and the ring sparkled even in the dim bedroom.
Tears once again filled your eyes. “I was being serious, too, Shō. Of course I’ll marry you.” x
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🚀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ~ *TRIES TO PRETEND NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO HIM*
Key word: tries. That does not mean he succeeds. Iida will, however, make it your problem when you get back home, and you’ll know he does not take such matters of inappropriateness lightly.
(girl help my drawing’s proportions in this are more fcked than a Picasso painting, n e ways,,)
When you grab his cock in the cute outdoor restaurant in the downtown area, Tenya Iida is glad that 1. it’s night time, 2. you’re both sat in the back corner, and 3. the service was slow.
“Aw, Iida, are you all right?” you coo, and he curses you in his mind. Evil vixen! He will show you not to continue in such wrongdoing! Just…not here…You play footsie with him, feeling up his meaty calves as he shakily finishes taking a sip of his water.
“Yes, my love, I am perfectly all right, everything is just wonderful,” his voice is convincing, but the bright pink glow that shines over his entire face, is not. Not to mention his hand is shaking like a leaf and still clenched around his glass, as if it’s offering some sort of stability.
“You look like you’re going to break your water,” you giggle, and you catch a dangerous glint in his eye for a split second.
“Maybe I’ll break yours, have it spill all over the place,” he mutters.
“C-come again?” No, you heard him right. When he takes you shopping afterwards, best believe he makes sure you’re dripping all over him in the dressing room, his fingers stuffed inside your mouth as the Hero Ingenium slams in and out of you at the speed of light, making you almost cum in every place you two are alone together for the entire night. But your punishment is you don’t actually get to. Because you acted like a little villain. And when you sob into his jacket that you just want to go home now, he rushes you both home with his quirk, and you’re so glad he’s so much faster than driving in a car.
He’ll make you squirt all over his face and cum until you’re apologizing for teasing him in public like that, and he makes you promise to not be such a naughty little girl, because only good girls get stuffed with daddy’s cum. (You’ll break that promise since you love how he brings about his justice). x
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🔮 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ “CAREFUL, LEST YOUR ACTIONS MANIFEST A REVELRY IN THE DARK”
What a dangerous game you play, and you couldn’t keep it at bay until Dark Flicks and Chills, could you? What are the things that go bump in the night? Oh, right. It’ll be his cock, bumping rather harshly into your cervix, because of your foolish lack of self control. But it’s ok. Because he a freak like that too.
It appears your mind dwells in the abyss quite frequently.
Your lovely boyfriend had taken you to the new Museum of Unexplained Wonders, an alluring museum that toured past cryptids, alien evidence in ancient cultures, chilling discoveries, unexplained mysteries, creatures of the deep, cursed items, and ancient secrets. And now here you are, in the spooky wax figure restaurant, eating horror-inspired food. You couldn’t be happier than now, and having such deep conversation with your beloved bird boy and hearing his handsome voice make such great theories is stirring something inside your creature of the deep.
“I really do have to say, I’m so curious about what will happen as they continue to investigate Skinwalker Ridge,” you muse, and Tokoyami’s ruby reds gaze into your eyes passionately as he nods.
“They’re doing such a good job at proving that there are aliens. I wonder if they’d let people with electromagnetic-type quirks into the grounds to help them,” his voice sounds so deep and comforting, you think to yourself, like someone playing the cello. You could listen to it forever.
“I-oh, Y/N, goodness what are you doing?” He whispers, expression indicating that he’s clearly blushing. The culprit: your hand squeezing his dick. Does he accidentally have a semi-hard-on already? Or is he enjoying all of this in the same way you are? Your hand leaves as you nonchalantly eat more of your food, and he swallows thickly, trying to resume eating too.
“My apologies. It seems like it teleported into my hand. Or maybe I’m just possessed by an ancient fertility god,” you winked up at him.
“Oh? Is that so? Are you sure it’s not a multiple possession, because I’ve been feeling the same way, hearing about what your beautiful mind comes up with.” You gasped as you felt something stronger than a cold draft of wind touch a specific place on your legs. Was that..? “Oh and Dark Shadow, feel free.” The two giant hands on your thighs spread you wider apart as Dark Shadow found solace in the shadows under the booth in the dim, colorfully-lit spooky restaurant. Fumikage’s hand trails to your thigh, and you are so glad that you wore a skirt today as it dips under the dark pleated fabric.
“I have to say, I love how much of a dirty thing you are,” the tip of his beak drags over the sensitive spot on your neck, trailing down to lick and nip at your shoulder and collarbone. You didn’t realize his fork is now in his left hand, and he continues eating as you tried to act normally in public. You feel the cool of his rings as it brushes against your skin, and it’s coming closer and closer to……
“No need to have this in the middle here,” he mutters under his breath, as he tears a hole in the fishnet tights above your pussy.
“Y-yeah, about you loving my…twisted nature, I can say the—same,” you try to stay normal as you felt a tongue from under the table push your panties aside and lick a broad stripe right up your throbbing core, making you whine the last word. Dark Shadow’s tongue began to push inside you, and your thighs shuddered around their head.
“My goddess of the violet twilight, you are lust incarnate. No need to conceal such lovely noises,” he smiles, sipping his drink and watching you come unraveled with his fingers pinching and swirling over your engorged clit, and Dark Shadow tongue fucking you under the table.
“I-I love those lyrics, b-but we’re in public! Nnn~!” You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but the last one is forced out when you feel the thick tongue touch your spongey, tender spot. Shadow’s tongue keeps thrusting in and out, hitting that spot with such fervor and Fumikage’s fingers on your bud feel so perfect, that your eyes roll back in pleasure and you buck into him and his quirk, nails digging into his smooth arm that would not budge from between your thighs.
“What happened to your love of being nervous, Y/n?” The way your name rolls off the tip of his tongue combined with all the other stimuli makes you come undone, and you lean your head into Tokoyami’s soft black t-shirt, seeking support in his firm muscles, tears pricking your vision as you look into his eyes the way he likes.
“Fuck,” he grunts at your fucked-out expression as you bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood, and he cups your jaw in his spare hand, pecking kisses on your forehead (the best he could do with his falconesque beak), running fingers through your hair to comfort you as you ride your orgasm and cream all over Shadow’s tongue and his other hand.
When you return to the third dimension and catch your breath, it’s like you almost forgot you were in the restaurant. “Is my crazy black eyeliner running down my face?” You say meekly, squeezing his much larger hand.
“No, love, your soul windows are still perfectly decorated and in place,” he speaks tenderly, full of love. You pet Dark Shadow’s hair, and they coo and lick their beak clean, savoring your taste.
“Your goth metal reference is getting you head when we get home.”
“Not in the mummy exhibit?” He winks at you.
“Unless you want a curse following us home,” you laugh.
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🧤 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 ~ “BABE, W-WAIT!!!”
He’s so 🥺shy🫣 but then he’s trying to Texas smash in your pussy, and is so drunk in lust you almost have to say “down, boy” to get him to behave.
If Bakugo were to see you two lovebirds right now, he would scream, possibly cry, shit his pants, possibly throw up from how soft Izuku and you are being. And that’s okay. He’s laying on your lap and you’re feeding eachother strawberries and little bites of cake, and you couldn’t be happier than right now.
The soft breeze is rustling in the trees, and your boyfriend’s pine-colored mess of hair moves just like the leaves above. Butterflies keep flying around, and you tell yourself he and you should make little dandelion flower crowns for each other sometime.
You’re so full of love for life right now, and your lover is so beautiful in the sunlight, and his thrifted sweater vest that matches his hair looks so cute on him with his muscular arms, and you,, you’re ovulating so you wish it wasn’t just your heart that was full. But the problem is, you’re in a park in the city. Eh, no matter.
Midoriya rests on his elbows, shifting off of your lap but leaving little fluttery kisses on your legs and..you don’t think he realizes what he’s doing to you. So you naturally do the most logical thing to do, and grab his dick. “This is mine, by the way,” you giggle, as his bright green eyes widen and flash to yours.
He bites his lip and immediately looks flustered, the poor boy. He’s so bad at hiding his arousal. His cock is already tenting in his corduroy trousers! “I-I know, baby, but why did you have to remind me,” —his voice hushes to a whisper—“in the middle of a public picnic babe???” You grab him by his little strawberry charm necklace that you gave him, and you see his Adam’s apple bob up and down to try and swallow back a whine, to no avail. There’s a blush spread wide across his face, and with his green hair and freckles now he really looks like a strawberry, you just realized, and you can’t help but laugh.
He thinks you’re being mean and trying to humiliate him in public, and he pouts which makes him look all the more adorable. But he’s still so hard. “Because,” you get closer to him, addicted to how his pupils blow up full of so much love, “you’re so adorable and I can’t stop thinking about how much cuter you’d look stuffing me full of your cum, puppy boy.” You watch as his nostrils flare as you try out that name for the first time, and his breathing gets heavier. He is so turned on. You bet his boner is so painful. You grab it again, squeezing, and he whimpers and doesn’t shy away as you do, the two of you not caring if anyone sees. He’s so thick in your hand and his cock is just so massive in general for such a sweet boy that you know it’s just not fair for him since his boner is completely impossible to hide. But he loves you ao much that he doesn’t care, and his love for you is stronger than any embarrassment he could feel right now.
“You’re such a cutie, Mommy-fuck, sorry, I mean M-fuck—Y/N,” Izuku can barely think, since all his blood went down to his cock. Fair enough.
Your eyes narrow as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Mm, excuse me, what was that, sweet boy?”
“Y/N, ‘m so sorry, I-I’m getting so horny right now, and it’s your fault, I mean not in a bad way, you’re doing nothing wrong, but— and I don’t know if this is something you like to be called, which if it’s not, I’m sorry, but when you called me puppy boy I couldn’t help but get so—”
You cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back with a frustrated whimper. “All that talking, and you could be spending your time showing Mommy what that mouth can do,” you tease, but boy oh boy he’s taking that seriously. He looks at you hungrily and determined, like he’s on one of his missions to defeat a villain and it makes you throb with want. “Okay,” he says, completely seriously, but you’re too shocked to try and stop him.
He hovers over you and kisses you deeply, then kisses your face, ears, down your neck, licking and sucking and kissing your shoulders and collarbones, trailing down and kissing over your dress before he gets below your waist. Every kiss sets you on fire, and he’s so strong in pinning you down you can do nothing but just accept it. He looks around to make sure no one is around. Well, you guys got lucky. He lifts up your skirt, and the breeze carries the smell of your pheromones over to his nose and he bites his lip in anticipation.
“You don’t have to—”
“You smell so good, Mommy, wanna put my kids in you,” suddenly he uses his strength and pushes the back of your thighs up, moving your thong to the side, and attacks your pussy, switching between licking and sucking your clit, to dipping his tongue into your soaked center, and groaning at how good you taste. “Mm, ahhh you’re so —mmm- good,” he’s talking with his mouth full, and you’re digging your fingers into his hair and pulling harshly on it, which only eggs him on further. He dips two fingers in without warning and starts pumping them in and out of you, admiring the way they look and how your pussy grips them and makes wet, squelching noises. “‘Zuku, oh my god, holy shit,” you’re sobbing as his fingers alone Full you up so good, it feels too good, you need more…He begins attacking your clit with his mouth again and his eyes are more tearful from pleasure than yours.
“So good, Izu’, you’re doing so well, f-fuck, such a good boy,” at the praise, Izuku hums sweetly, the vibration on your clit making you buck into his face and hump it, making him moan and move his fingers faster so you can do it again. You try to close your thighs, but his other strong arm holds them in place so your pussy keeps facing the sky.
You keep gasping and moaning his name. You feel yourself getting close, so close. “M’s’close, baby, gonna cum all over your face, you’re eating me so good, are you that hungry?” You’re babbling under his mouth, and he loves it, not realizing he’s grinding into the blanketed ground beneath you to help ease his hardness that’s gotten painful.
“So hungry,” he lifts up for a few seconds to dutifully reply to you, fingers pounding and curling into the spot that makes you whimper, “want you to feed me your juices, then fill you up with pups, make you a mommy, so we can bring them on more picnics,”
He goes back down on you and the words make your head spin, and you buck up into him. He sucks your clit and nibbles on your pussy as he keeps hitting your g-spot faster and faster, and you shakily come undone underneath him.
“Babe, please, please let’s go home right now, can you fly us, please?” You ask, pleading because you need his cock and you’re sure he desperately wants to cum in you too. He’s set the already packed up basket aside and is already trying to fold up the blanket. You rush to help him but he smiles all lust-blown, juices still dripping down his face. “Already on it, gorgeous.” You hold all the things, he swoops you up, making sure the bottom of your skirt is tucked under his arm, and he flies over so he could pound into you for a few rough rounds. x
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💫 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 ~ “WOW, BABE, YOU’VE GOT MORE OF AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE THAN ME!”
A normal bystander would think he’s just smiling at his girlfriend, but when you grab his dick in public, you know it’s actually a very dangerous smirk on his face! Consider yourself warned!
A warm breeze fills the air as you sit in the beachside tiki grill, some straw and wood shielding you from the hot sun. Mirio’s got a little tan starting, as well as some summertime freckles, and his glimmering eyes are admiring his girlfriend, you.
You cheekily reach under the table, and he thinks you’re in to play thumb wrestling. Which he lets you win, so you then go to your main mission, and reach for his muscular thigh. He quirks an eyebrow and his head to the side, looking exactly like a golden retriever puppy with his cute little grin. It makes you giggle and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Alas, you cannot reach his cock without leaning forward so much that it’s obvious. So you retreat, taking a sip of your frozen drink.
His hand copies what you did, and lazily rests on your thigh without his arm even needing to stretch a little. He squeezes your soft skin, and his cuteness just makes your ovaries fucking explode. You want this sweetheart to do terrible things to you, and you want it now!!!
“Baby,” he breaks you out of your trance, and he swears your smile is brighter than all the stars put together. “Did you want the little umbrella before I finish my drink? I even put on one of those little cherries you like so much.” You need him now.
“Is that even a question!!! Yay of course you’d think to give me one of the cherries I love you so much,” you grab it from him, and you both eat the little cherries. You don’t catch him gazing lovingly at how cute you look chewing the sugary cherry, and twirling the tiny umbrella between your fingers, and putting it down into your drink.
“You only love me for the little drink decor, nothing else!! It’s always like this, Y/N, I’m more than the little umbrellas….or am I,” he feigned accusatory sadness, and you played along.
“It’s true. That’s the only thing I’m here for. Just using you to build my collection of little umbrellas. I cover my entire house in them.”
He chewed the cinnamon pineapple of his piña colada, smirking mischievously. “You look like the type. You’re the worst. Not even a gold digger, a little trinket digger, what ever shall I do?”
“Yes….yes…ha ha ha yes!!!” you mocked an evil villain whose plans were coming to fruition, “you are hopeless and defeated, without you looking I have taken every last little trinket from your house, none of your friends or family are safe, Lemillion, I will defeat you 200 percent!”
“M-my tiny spoons….my liddol Russian dolls…all of them, you took all of them!“ he clutches his chest.
“It was me. You are reduced to nothing, a man with no little fun objects. For I have stripped you of all of your pride! No fun allowed!!!”
You both are dying of laughter at this point, and you clutch your stomach doubling over because he’s laughing so hard, and your laughter keeps building up. It’s not like what you’re saying is even remotely funny, and no one else would really laugh but you both just love how stupid it all is. This is how dates with him always are. You craft ridiculous, highly specific situations and keep building on top of the ridiculousness dramatically, and your laughter does the same.
“Just imagining all my little car decorations and stuff vanishing suddenly and wondering where they are, then I see you crouched in a corner in front of a pile of all my little things,” he’s trying so hard to stop laughing, and you’re taking sips of your drink to just calm down. He doesn’t realize, of course, that one of your feet has left your little sandals and is about to hijack between his thighs.
He begins to tip his glass upwards to get the rest of the stubborn slush in his drink, and you trail from feeling up his thunder thighs to his bulge. You think he’d be shocked but he just winks and finishes up his drink.
“Is that the next trinket you plan to steal from me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Yes, but it’s not small enough to be a trinket,” you could swear his dick is twitching at your touch.
“B-but, it still has the personality a small one has!!”
You chuckle. “Mm, I suppose.”
The server comes. “Alright guys, are you feeling a little hungry for some shareable apps? Or just another round?” You keep your foot where it is, and tease him, feeling him get a little harder under you.
“Definitely another round, and I think the Hawaiian roll sliders could be good, right, babe?” You ask him.
He tugs at his shirt, flashing his beautiful abs. “Aw, are mine not good enough for you?” He’s good at acting normal. Damn it. He’s getting rock hard though, and you know his pink flushed cheeks aren’t just sun-kissed.
“Damn, you know what, you’re right,” you look to the server, “just give me a steak knife to cut into him so I can get my own Hawaiian bun sliders.”
The server laughs. “Perfect, one extra sharp white-hot steak knife, anything else?”
“Hmm. Calamari, taquitos, maybe actually those sliders forreal though, and some flatbread. That’s all, right, baby?” Togata asks you, and you nod.
“Great!” The server grins at the adorable couple, “I’ll be back with your drinks!” They give a thumbs-up, and you and Mirio do the same. He looks at you while he does so, and you see it in his eyes. It makes you squirm in your seat. He’s so going to fuck you in the bathroom after this. Better hope you’re good at not screaming as he hits all your good spots roughly and fills you up so nice. x
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🇺🇸 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 ~ “WE SHALL SETTLE THIS SOON, DARLING”
You’re playing a dangerous game, teasing the hero who is number-one in your heart, the seven-foot tall man who packs the entire US of A in his pants. But danger? You like danger. You can’t say he didn’t warn you.
“Toshi, slow down!!!” You mewl, but the man above you is unforgiving and unrelenting.
“Darling, don’t say I didn’t warn you on three separate occasions about teasing me so much at dinner,” he drawls through clenched teeth, as obscene squelching noises fill the air, and you hiccup under his weight, nails digging into his back.
You don’t see what the big deal is. He took you out to a lovely dinner where a grand piano was playing such an alluring song, and his hot kisses and “I love you”’s to your ear were not helping. You just wanted to remind him that you could take your cock at any time and how perfectly he was made for you. You didn’t expect him to grip your wrist with an iron grip (him holding back) and warn you in his deep, silky voice “try that again, little lady, and see what happens.”
What else could he expect? A little minx like you? You crumbled under the predatory flick in his aquamarine eyes and hummed. “Maybe I do want to see,” you mewl, as you only clench his thick cock harder. His cock that you cannot dream of fully holding completely in your smaller hand. You rub at its growing hardness with your thumb and feel yourself salivating at the sight and feel of how overwhelming his size is. It’s so intimidating, almost too much, impossible to fully fit in one thrust and needing at least 20 minutes of prep to sink his head in alone. “Baby girl,” he growls warningly, “keep going like this and I might actually break you when we get home, you’re making it very hard for your Daddy to contain himself, I don’t want to hurt you.” You bite your bottom lip at his words, and your other hand feels over just how big his hand is, that’s holding your wrist failing to stop you. “Maybe I want it to hurt,” you whisper, eyes big, and he has to keep himself from groaning. “Warning you for the last time, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
He’s making sure of that right now. Your legs hurt from being spread so wide to make room for his broad frame, which completely swallows you whole over the bed, almost crushing you. It hurts your hips as he holds you apart and pounds into your pussy, which slobbers white rings of cream around the wide base of his cock, stretching you impossibly. You pant and see it moving through your belly, and he sees it too and leaves even more love marks on your neck, your whines and his growls creating a beautiful harmony.
You’re screaming utter nonsense, so many versions of what you say now, “oh god, oh my gosh, holy fuck, please please, Toshi, please don’t stop,” and he squeezes your face in his giant hand.
“Thought you were just telling me to slow down, sweetie, do you even know what you’re talking about?”
Clearly not. You’re so dumb on his cock, as he fucks your brains out, and he picks you up and flips you like a rag doll, and manhandles you so your hips are flush with his. He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, admiring how your juices drip down your thighs, then thrusts back in, stretching you all over again, making you moan loudly.
“You’re such a naughty little thing, I bet you wanted me to go hard on you, didn’t you?” An especially sharp thrust rocks you forward, and he uses a hand on your sternum to lift you up and hold you in place. “Look at Daddy when I’m talking and answer, little lady.”
“Mm-Yes-!! Yes! I w-wanted you to go so hard , so hard on me, yes, unghhh!” He’s rubbing your clit and molding you to his size, hitting your cervix over and over, as you see stars and scratch stripes into his meaty forearms. “Such a dirty girl,” he purrs, and his words send you over the edge, and you sob.
“D-T’shi!! G-gonna cum soon!!” His balls slap you rhythmically, and he keeps rubbing your clit with the thick pads of his fingers, nibbling on your neck. You’re still digging your nails into him to keep your wavering sense of balance.
“Do it baby, cum all over Daddy’s dick that you love so much,” and with that, you sob, “Yes, mmmph!!!!” And spasm around his huge cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing so he doesn’t spill into you at your walls constricting around him. He has to pull at least a few more out of you before he feels satisfied enough to spill inside you for the first of many times tonight. x
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🛡 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ~ *QUIET GASP*
Shoto looks so cute on your sushi date, so flustered when you pull your mean trick. You almost feel bad as his breathing is shaky, but don’t think he isn’t enjoying this. He is. And definitely wants you to continue.
“Whoops, dropped my napkin!” You’re already down before he could get it for you, giving him no time to react as the gentleman he is.
You pick up the napkin you dropped on purpose, and hear an audible gasp as you grab his dick , so glad he wore some soft pants today so you could move your hand around it for a few seconds, and cup his balls, squeezing gently.
When you get back up, he looks at you so desperately, so helplessly, and you giggle at his pouting face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You rub salt in the wound, and he sighs, looking off to the side.
“N-nothing,” he breathes, but you could tell he’s getting hard, trying to put a little bit of wasabi on his nigiri and dip it into the kirashi sauce, but then he drops it in and shakily tries to pick it up and eat it.
You’re starting to feel so bad, poor boy can’t even function; he’s so cute. He doesn’t know what to do.
He huffs. And in polite traditional Japanese fashion, “Uhm, I’ll be right back. Please excuse my rudeness as I need to use the restroom.”
You see his hands dug into his pockets, desperately trying to hide his fat boner, as he walks coolly to the restroom. In his mind, he’s making a beeline. Why would you do that? He wonders, frustrated and chasing some kind of release. He bucks into his fist, wishing it was your mouth, or your pussy, or even just your hand. Were you trying to test his…self control? He’s so dull, he doesn’t realize you’re just trying to get him riled up, and he hears a buzz in his phone. It’s you.
Y/N❤️: Babe
Y/N❤️: Show me how hard you are
So that’s what it was.
You feel a buzz of your phone, within a couple minutes of you sending it,, and are shocked he could be so fast. Which means he’s doing what you’re thinking.
Immediately you turn your brightness down and your eyes widen, seeing slick coating his cock as he jerks it in his hand, and soon after, he spills into it. That’s how horny you made him. Now your thighs are rubbing together, and he’s making his way back to the table, giving you a small smile. x
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🪨 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 ~ “HAHA, THAT’S CUTE BABY”
Kirishima finds it adorable that you just want to get a feel of his manliness, even in public! After all, he stores so much love for you in his heart AND down there! He grins and can’t wait to stuff you in the car!
You hear some slurps as Eijiro tries (and fails) to slurp some of his ramen without getting some juices dribbling down his chin. “Don’t look at me, Y/N,” he rushes to wipe his face, and you laugh at how cute he is, trying to look proper all of a sudden in front of you.
But the noises he made just remind you of him eating something else, and it’s kind of hot how he can get a bit messy. You chew on some pork, and sip some broth with corn and seaweed, humming at the yummy taste.
“Yer so beautiful, Y/N,” your Eiji smiles at you, and his red hair looks so fluffy, you want to pet it right now.
“No you,” you wink at him, and he blushes ‘cause you make him feel like he’s a boy in high school again with some stupid crush, the type of girl he can’t keep his hands off of, he wants to cherish you for as long as you’d allow him, and keep you warm and safe in his heart forever.
Others might take a look at the guy with his open shirt and big muscles, pretty smile, and think he could be a player, but Eijiro was actually so nervous to go up and talk to you for the first time. He had eyes for you, and it was extremely clear as you leaned forward over your bowl, and caught him blushing, looking down your shirt, then looking away quickly. You decide you want to give him shit for it.
“Eiji, what are you looking at?” You ask so sweetly, a little smile creeps over his face.
“N-nothing, I mean, you. I just can’t help it, you do things to me,” he makes you blush. You do something bold, and reach under the table and trace his long, buff thigh.
“What kind of things, sweetheart?” You know what kind of things.
“I-I, well, we can’t talk about this here, can we?” He’s such a gentleman, but he’s dodging the question.
You grab his bulge firmly, and you hear a strangled moan come out of him, before he clears his throat to hide it.
“I think we can,” you smile, and his sharp teeth flash at you. He uses his quirk to harden it a ton, then not harden it as much under your touch. Such a silly boy.
“O-oh my gosh Eijiro, so fucking, big-!!” You claw at his chest, and he’s helping you bounce up and down in the car. Planting hungry kisses all over your neck, bright red eyes staring at you rabidly, wanting to eat the cream out your pussy after he cums inside it.
“I know, sweetheart, don’t worry, the sting will go away in just a little bit,” he coos in your ear, holding you still and fucking up into you. Your moans mix in the air and you bury your face in his neck, taking in his cinnamon-cherry-leather scent.
“Such a gorgeous thing, and so sneaky grabbing what’s yours while we’re eating. Makes me feel so wanted, babe” he’s got a tight grip on your hips, his rock-hard length spearing you open and making your juices leak all over.
You look into his eyes, and he loves the lust that’s inside them. You kiss him hungrily and your tongues fight for dominance, and you rub circles on your clit making you moan. He wraps an arm around you and keeps fucking up into you, then moves your hand away so he could take over, and you whine into the kiss feeling him smile. He nibbles on your lip and you tug his hair, legs starting to shake from overstimulation.
“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” he growls, and relishes in the feeling of your soaking wet walls clenching in a vice-like grip around his length.
He slaps your ass. “Do me a favor, and get in the back seat. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” x
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🐙 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 ~ “BUNNY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
Your perfect boyfriend is so shy and shocked when you grab his cock, but also excited that his love wants him badly enough to do such a daring, scary thing. So he wishes to repay the favor.
Tamaki always feels so safe to be himself around you, and wants to make sure you always feel the exact same way. You boosted his confidence in so many ways, and he knows now just how much you love him and anything he does to you, spicy-wise, is something you love as long as it’s him. He even enjoys going out in public more, because you’re there! He was so excited to take you out to the place he and FatGum eat at most regularly, and here you are now eating takoyaki with each other in a little tight booth, knees brushing up against each other, sharing longing glances and relaxing conversation.
He looks so sweet as you eat together, that you just want to kiss him! But you can’t yet so instead you boop his nose, and he smiles coyly. “Bunny, why did you do that? Don’t be afraid to do it again, though.” You boop his nose again.
“Because you’re cute, you know that, right?”
He blushes. “Oh, me? Thank you. But not as cute as you are.” His sharp features look so good colored a bright pink that you want to see how he looks like red, right now. The booth is such close quarters that you’re able to pull this off, so you trace over his joggers and locate his cock, cupping it in your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
His expression makes you imagine that he’s got steam coming out of his ears. His pointy elf ears perk up in surprise as he raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. A little smile is still across his lips, because he loves you and trusts you, and you make him so flustered that his heart does little somersaults and he doesn’t know what to do.
“B-bunny! What do you think you’re doing?” He quietly asks and you feel just like the nickname he gave you, a little mischievous bunny rabbit.
“Just reaching for what I’d like to order next off the menu, why?” your eyes are twinkling up at him. He has an idea, a bold idea that you’ll definitely like.
“Oh yeah? You’re still really hungry, aren’t you?” You don’t know what’s possessed him to say something so teasing in public of all places, but you are here for it, and hope he does so more often.
“Yes, my love, ‘m so hungry for you, I could eat you up right here, right now.” Suddenly, you gasp loudly, as you feel something hot and wet, with suction cups trailing up your leg. His violet eyes look at yours knowingly, and you realize what he might be doing.
“ ’Majiki,” you breathe, and his tentacle slides up further and further under your dress. You whimper, and take a sip of tea to distract yourself from making more noise, but the look your boyfriend is giving you is not helping one bit. He looks hungry for you, too. The tentacle snakes over to your pussy, and moves your panties to the side. Is he….?
You’re biting your finger to keep the noise down, but you want to scream at how good he feels, rubbing his suction cups on your clit, then dipping into your wet center.
“Baby, is there something wrong? Don’t tell me you’ll let your food get cold,” his sweet voice is hiding the filth of his actions , and being caught by surprise is only magnifying your arousal.
“Hah~ I’m just fine, babe, just have a sudden, mmmhh—” his tentacle thrusts in nice and deep, looking for your sweet spot, and you buck into him as it gets thicker and stretches you out—“c-craving for more seafood, don’t worry ‘bout me!” You try to eat a bit more, and he decides not to mess *too* much with being inside you, and stays suctioning your clit lewdly, driving you wild. He decides, he loves playing with his food, to play with his dessert. The faces you’re making in the little booth as you try to keep your composure and keep eating are so cute, and his sensitive ears pick up on the little soft mewls you’re attempting to keep hushed and at bay.
He can tell you’re so wet, and feels how hot your fleshy walls are as they suck him in, and he wants to put his cock inside you. But he can’t yet. “Aww, bunny, well I have a special dessert for you, but it’s from another place, if you’re interested. You’ll just have to save lots of room.”
All you can really do is nod, because otherwise the whole restaurant would hear you moaning his name, which might humiliate you both—and he slams the cash down on the table, pulls away from you, and ushers you into the car.
At home, you’ll definitely get your dessert, all because your boyfriend loved how much you showed him you wanted him. x
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a/n well guys, I hope you enjoyed these lil drabbles that I crammed into one post! some of them may have been pretty rushed so I could keep it not wayyy too long but let me know in the reblogs / comments what you think ! thanks for reading and I hope you liked the drawings too. i may take commissions and drawing requests if you ask me 💕
imagine being fucked my miguel, your husband, and he’s doing things… different. not bad different. just different. come to think of it, he’s been acting completely off since he got home a few hours ago. but it all just feels too good to say anything, so you let him keep pounding into you.
you’re both so lost you don’t even hear the lock in the front door. the footsteps in the hall. see the man standing in the bedroom doorway - until you do.
it’s miguel - your miguel. the real miguel. shot through the stomach and crudely stitched up, but still alive and kicking - and watching his impostor fuck you into his own bed.
your mind can’t comprehend it.
his can’t either.
he’s delirious, lost too much blood to think properly. he approaches the bed, staring at the alternate version of himself, before he’s slowly sitting and reaching down to rub his thumb at your clit in that certain way that makes you see stars.
“Baby,” Miguel’s eyes flickered from the screen of the computer to the wooded desk. He was trying real hard to concentrate—eyebrows furrowed and large frame standing tall.
“You need to sit still.” He said it so soft. He meant it to sound a bit more demanding, but how could he? You were sitting so good for him.
Miguel wasn’t known for being a talker. Not really.
At the HQ, he barely uttered a word unless it was necessary. He had grown to like the quiet, empty space of silence. It seemed calming to him. It harnessed a full collection of him and his thoughts as they unraveled.
Until you.
You were the one exception to the rule of silent Miguel. You were the light that speckled onto his stubborn, grieving heart. You were the cause and reason for every single curl of his lips as he watched you perform a mundane task.
He just couldn’t help himself around you. You dug up underneath his heart and made him want to spill every detail of his thoughts to you. He could never say no to you, either. It felt impossible to him when you bash your eyelashes prettily, and his heart palpitates against his chest. He is absolutely done for the minute you whisper his name softly in his ear.
Like, now. Miguel was supposed to be working on important briefing materials for a new mission. He was gathering evidence and needed to present it to the team in a couple of days.
You padded across the living room floors and sauntered your way into Miguel’s study. It was late. Impossibly late. You had woken up to an empty bed. Your hand had patted the mattress to find your husband, but he was nowhere to be found. You could never sleep without him, and if he was being honest, neither could he.
“Miggy?” You called out. Your eyes flitted over Miguel, his broad frame hunching over the hologram computer. A pout had sprouted onto your lips because you figured he was nowhere near done.
“Hmm?” He says. His head didn’t even move from the work in front of him.
He could hear you make your way over to him, though. His lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile.
Sometimes, he cherished nights like these. You would wake up in the middle of the night to find Miguel sitting in his study. You would wrap your arms around him, koala-like, and fall asleep on his lap. He would always smile as your mind dreamed of him—he knew from the small whispers of his name as sleep took over in full.
“Can’t sleep without you.” You murmur.
He finally tears his eyes away to look at you. His heart thumped hard against his chest for what felt like the millionth time. Your pajamas hung loose onto your form as you rubbed one of your exhausted eyes.
He scooted the office chair back and tapped his thigh. “C’mere. I’ll be done soon, baby.”
You walked into his presence but didn’t sit just yet. “Promise?”
He breaks into a smile. “Promise.”
You climbed on top of his large thighs. You were straddling his waist and immediately enveloping him in a hug. Your cheeks were pressed up against his chest. If only you could see his smile now—practically beaming.
He scoots the chair back. He breathes in deeply to appreciate the feeling of your warmth radiating off onto him. You close your eyes, and he continues to do his work. His fingers pressed up against the holographic keyboard. He moved other components of the mission to the other—his eyes darting in concentration.
You yawned against his chest and subconsciously pressed your cheek further into him. You thought about him.
You thought about the way his smile lights up when you walk into the room. You thought about the day he made pozole when you were sick. You thought about the way his body completely wrapped around yours with his broad frame. You thought about the way he held you in bed during the pretty, bright sunrise. You thought about how his hands groped the soft flesh of your thighs. You thought about the times he has left you dizzy from the kisses and bites to your neck. You thought about the way his cock left a burn from—
Now you got squirmy. So much so that, that was how he gave the initial scolding to keep you still. Even though it was soft, you knew when you needed to quit. Although, you couldn’t help it. Not when your mind eventually wandered off to the way his cock pounded into you this morning.
“I’m sorry, Miggy,” you lightly pouted. Your eyes were closed, and you were concentrating on Miguel’s heartbeat. You needed a distraction from thinking about how his cock always filled you up so fucking well.
His eyebrow lifted as he saw the split-second of mischief in your eyes before you closed them, but he still gave you the benefit of the doubt. “Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. Don’t be sorry.” Your fingers tightened around his shoulder. “I just need you to stay still, okay?”
You nodded, but you could feel the wetness leak onto your panties. With how thin your shorts were, your slick would eventually leak onto his thigh. You squeezed your eyes even tighter, but your attempt in keeping calm had already failed.
You bit your lip as you watched the way his arms flexed from having to move around the hologram. Your pussy was fucking throbbing at this point, thinking about MiguelMiguelMiguel—
Then, he abruptly stopped. Your head lifted up from his chest in confusion, but he never said a word. He just raised you with one hand, and the other pulled down his sweatpants.
His cock sprang free, and he could’ve sworn he saw your eyes become slightly larger. The way his cock practically pulsated in his grip, always left you speechless. There was pre-cum that spilled against his tip, and you could see the vein that ran across the side of his shaft. It made your mouth water to no fucking end.
He gently sat you back down onto his lap. Your hands immediately went to caress the girth of his cock, but he snatches your hands in his.
He clicks his tongue. “You wanna be a good girl?”
Your mouth falls open, but you nod. “I do.” He looks unconvinced. So, you whine. “Please.”
There it is. He can’t help but smirk. “Since you can’t sit still, I’ll give you my cock.” His eyes locked with yours, and you looked almost excited. “But no moving, okay? Gotta be good for me.”
You’d take him in any which way and in any form. You wanted to smile in delight, but you knew the raise of his eyebrow would be an indication not to challenge him. Instead, you enthusiastically nod.
Satisfied, Miguel maneuvers your pajama shorts and underwear to the side with one of his talons—the fabric ripping slightly from the pure sharpness.
His mouth drops open at the way your pussy glistens for him. “Oh, poor baby.” His finger teases your opening, causing you to gasp. “You just needed my cock, didn’t you?”
You wanted to cry out. You nodded, the desperation to feel him inside of you was becoming unbearable. “I need you, Miguel.” Your heart beat so loud across your chest that it was even hard to hear yourself. Everything felt hot and heavy—the air feeling thick.
Ever so slowly, he starts to let you sink down into his cock. You both moan from the euphoric sensations of being one with one another. “Fuckin’ tight.” He whispers, closing his eyes. "Eres mia."
He can feel the way you restrict around him, and he has to stop himself from thrusting up into you. All he needs is five more minutes, and then he would be completely done with work. He could be all yours for the rest of the night.
You whimper, “f-fill me up so good, miggy.”
He lets out a shaky breath. “Yeah? Am fuckin’ made for you, querida.”
He lets out a groan as your walls clenched around him from the statement alone. You could feel your juices start to leak down onto his balls. Soon, it would be his thighs.
He stares at the hologram once more, attempting to continue his work. Your head leans back against his chest once again. This time, though, you were filled to the brim. His cock stretched you just enough to let you see stars.
He was big. The fat tip of his cock was hitting your cervix as you barely bottomed out. The thought was starting to make you accidentally roll your hips.
Miguel bites his tongue as a moan threatens to escape. He tries to keep his composure because he knows that if he gives you one look, he's done for. He’ll give you exactly what you want because Miguel O’Hara can’t say no to you. You have him wrapped around your pretty finger.
“Bein’ so good, baby. Just a little longer.” If you weren’t already cock drunk and fantasying about how his cock makes you feel, you would have noticed the slur in his words.
His voice was deep and relaxed—the gruffness scratched against his throat. His words seemed fluid and almost combined into one. All he could think about was how wet you were—some of the slick was starting to drop onto your conjoined thighs. He could feel just how desperate you were, and your soft whimpers weren't helping. It was starting to make his head feel fuzzy.
You nodded against him, but you weren’t listening. “Yes, Miguel.” It was just a habit for you. You wanted to be his good girl, and you are. You really, really are.
Your body jolts as his hand smacks the desk in front of him. It turns off the hologram, and you’re left with your mouth opening in shock.
“Fuck this.” He yells impatiently. “I can fucking feel how wet you are, querida. It’s driving me—driving me fucking insane.” His eyes lowered to see the expression on your face. It almost made him whimper.
Your gaze was fucked. You looked completely fucked out from the haze in your eyes and the way your lip wobbled. You looked like an absolute mess, and it was tearing Miguel up.
He could feel the wanton need to bury his cock even further inside of you—which wasn’t even possible at this point. An aching need to take care of you took over his thoughts and pushed against his chest. He needed you.
“Miguel.” You whimpered. It was as if that was the only thing your brain could come up with—him. You needed him just as much as he needed you.
He coos, “I’ve got you, baby. Fuck work. Those pieces of shit can wait.” His hands move to your waist and squeeze. “You’ve been such a good girl, baby. S-so fucking good for me.”
You yell out his name when he thrusts up into you. You could feel the way his cock pierced through every single part of you. “Miguel—f-fuck—”
His hands tightened around your waist before helping you grind against him. You could barely move, not with your mind reeling from the pleasures that send tingles down your spine.
"So fuckin' good for me, baby. You did so well." Miguel grits his teeth at the way his cock twitched inside of you, in and out of your wet pussy. "Jus' can't get enough of this pussy."
You whined and whimpered—just as he continued to have you grind and thrust against him. “Please, Miguel. Please—” You were already so close. The tortuous waiting game that he played as his cock stretched you thin was starting to take its toll.
He could feel the way your walls spasmed against him—the way you tightened even more. He moaned against you. “Y-you can let go, pretty girl. You’ve been so fuckin good—”
One of his hands leaves your waist. His thumb pressed up against your swollen clit and swirled around your sticky wetness—the substance had pooled around the two of you so much that it made such a mess.
“F-fuck. Let go, baby. Give it to me. Fuckin’ give it to me.”
You scream out his name as his cock pounds into you again and again. Your cunt impossibly tightens around him, and your orgasm comes quickly as gush all over his aching cock.
The sweet sounds you made had sent him over the edge. He lets everything go right behind you and spills his thick, hot cum deep inside. “F-fuck, querida—fuck.” He wants to say your name over and over until it’s the only thing that can form on his tongue.
You collapsed against him with deep, tired breaths. Your eyelids wanted to slip closed and let the soft pillows of sleep take you whole.
Miguel smiles down at you and presses a kiss to your hair line then another to your cheek.
“Looks like it’s time for bed, hmm?” His finger swipes gently against your cheek. “Let’s get you all cleaned up first.”
You sighed against him, completely and utterly content. A wide smile was on your face. “Okay, Miggy.”
DADS BEST FRIEND MIGUEL PLEASEEEE!!!!!!!!! PLEADEeeeessee
mdni, nsfw below, requests open
DBF!Miguel O'hara who you couldn't help but stare at. how he aged like fine wine, oh but how wrong it felt when you would sneak up to your room to finger yourself, thinking of Miguel. He was more then a crush for you, thinking of him every day and night, your crush growing more and more.
DBF!Miguel O'hara who would visit you're father whenever he could, but in reality it was to just see you. You thought you were sneaky with this crush when you really weren't. He knew of it, sometimes listening to your pretty moans when you had your fingers stuffed in your cunt, whimpering his name.
DBF!Miguel O'hara who finally got the perfect chance to fuck you. When your father left him alone with you while he went out to shop. It was a perfect chance for him to satisfy the both of you.
DBF!Miguel O'hara who would get you to your room, head stuffed between your thighs as he got a taste of your pussy. He would be down there for as long as he wanted, finally savoring the taste of you. He'd have you coming around his tongue as many times as you could manage before moving on.
DBF!Miguel O'hara who would stuff you full with his cock, dragging along your tight walls as you mewl, whimper, and moan, hands clawing at his back. he'll hold you close to him, whispering how well you take him and teasing you about how long you wanted this.
DBF!Miguel O'hara who'll cum inside of you, getting himself deep to pump you full. he'll watch how it drips out of you, how you lay there and pant for air. How he makes you get dressed again in time for your father to come back. How you all sit around the dinner table, Miguel's cum still inside you.
Family dinners with Miguel were now going to be, well, something.
Miguel o'hara + crempie = my death !!! he's also so big so he'd break you with his dick 🙈 but damn...him fucking you in a mating press .. ngh i love him
yes, omfggg
your thighs are pressed against your chest and your eyes are filled with water. your head tips back as another moan spills out of your opened mouth. miguel was relentless. he hadn't stopped since he has got home, his large body supporting your own as he practically lifts you up and thrusts yourself on to him. "mi- oh my. miguel..." you whine. it was too much. the feeling of his hand wrapped around your throat, the feeling of his cock filling your dripping pussy over and over again. he heaves against you, chest moving exceptionally fast. "you feel so good, mi vida." (my life) he responded, thrusting harder.
you sob and cry from the pleasure until your legs begin to shake. "fuck." you curse under your breath before feeling your orgasm wash over your body. miguel feels it too. his hips shake and they halt as he blows himself in to you, groaning and tipping his head back as his cum begins to seep in to you. you pant, laying with miguel for a moment before he slowly pulled out. his head shoots down to your pussy to watch as your hole is filled with him and him only.
Tags: fluff, kissing, secret relationship, missions, training, showing off, flirting, teasing, sort of enemies to lovers, bodyguard!Miguel
A/N: This AU has been on my mind for a while. Having Miguel always looming over you is the dream.
Bodyguard!Miguel who finds you so fucking annoying to deal with. In his mind you're just another rich daddy's girl who needs to be watched and pampered all the time and he hates it. He hates that he is the one stuck with this role but at the same time he also can't turn the job down cause of the money its paying.
Bodyguard!Miguel who at least tries to have some fun with this job by teasing. It's not his fault you make it so damn easy for him every time he comes near you. It's hard for him not to notice the way your eyes glue onto his forearms when he rolls the sleeves past his elbows, or how you grab onto his bicep in a crowded space. So annoying that he finds those traits cute.
Bodyguard!Miguel who gives you his phone number to call him in case of emergency. At least that's what it was for at first. But as your relationship deepened it became a way for the two of you to exchange flirty texts, calls and good mornings and nights without having to worry about someone spying on you.
Bodyguard!Miguel who wants to show you ways of defending yourself in case of danger. He will of course do everything he can to ensure your safety but some self-defense skills can't hurt. Now because you're on the smaller side, at least compared to him he will have you practice on him. If you can learn how to take down a man his size you shouldn't have problem with those shorter or less muscular.
Bodyguard!Miguel who takes his work very seriously despite the two of you not getting along in the beginning. It also didn't help that you seemed to think he was the biggest jerk in the world. He would pull you by the wrist to get you out of dangerous situations or to hide you in alleyways and you'd always find yourself both angry and flustered when you felt his body pressing against yours and his breath tickling your ear.
Bodyguard!Miguel who was the first person to dance with you at any party or event. Always kept himself really close to no matter what the song was and his hands always held you so possessively, eyes almost never stopping his survey of the surroundings. This wasn't just to make sure there were no threats around but also to let anyone who might be interested to back off.
Bodyguard!Miguel who is very surprised when you make the first move and pull him into a kiss by his tie. Ha, he knew it would come in handy some day. You got a lot more guts then he gave you credit for don't you? Or maybe you're just not the innocent princess he thought you were. Is a kiss all you want from your bodyguard or is there more? He won't tell on you.
Bodyguard!Miguel who tries to remain as professional as he can when he needs to be in the room with you as you change. Of course you're changing in the bathroom, he's just in your room for safety but damn, when you come out wearing that perfect dress he can hardly think about the mission or his role as your bodyguard anymore. All he wants is to grab and kiss you and hug you and tell you he loves you.
Bodyguard!Miguel who can only forget his role when the two of you are all alone in your bedroom. He shouldn't be doing this with you, he knows that much but he can't help but be effected when you pull his gloves off with your teeth and put his hands on your bare skin. You're so soft and cute, you're driving him insane and he can't help but stay the night.
Bodyguard!Miguel who poses for you as he's getting ready in the morning. It's not all for you, he also likes keeping track of his progress when it comes to his muscle gain. But knowing that you're watching him with so much love and hunger sure is a boost to his ego and his amusement. Thank god he took this job when your father offered it.
Ohh, ok, can I have feral Kiba rough fucking Fem!Reader + biting and breeding kinks?
Kiba! I think he was one of first characters that I fawned over in the franchise. He was just so cool and I'm gonna be honest I thought that the fact he had fangs was so cute.
Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, rough sex, biting, breeding kink, rutting instincts, mating instincts, feral Kiba
Word count: 0.9k
Ao3
A/N: I'm surprised that there's not a lot of Kiba content out there. He's such a cool guy, and one of the goodest boys in the anime. Where's all the love?
Kiba growled into your ear, his clawed hand digging into your hair scratching, "Stay still babe, I need to get inside, then you can squirm all you want." You arch your back against his naked torso, your ass against his pelvis, while he's trying to work his big cock into you.
You noticed for a few days that he'd been holding back while you were having sex but didn't know why. It was like there was some sort of boundary he set for himself that he would go over, not with out your say so.
He was also struggling every time he was about to finish, not to get there but to hold off through your orgasm long enough for him to pull out, shooting his cum across your cunt and stomach.
When you brought up the issue he was a little bashful about it. Even with your mouth around his cock he was hesitant to admit what he really wanted. It was only when you started riding him, whispering how good his cock feels, how much you love to be filled up, how much you want to feel full of his cum you see something in his eyes shift.
"Kiba? Are you- oh!" He growls into your shoulder as he picks you up by the hips and slams you repeatedly down on his cock a few times. He quickly changes positions, turning you on your stomach, letting his cum drip from between your legs as you try to clamp down around nothing, "Wait, not yet, I'm really close."
"I know baby, just..." Kiba took a deep breath, the tip of his cock rubbing in between your folds, "Hold still." His voice was a full on growl, it sent the most wonderful shivers down your spine and made you spread your legs apart wider, allowing him easier movement. "Tell me if it's too much okay?"
"Okay." You gulped as you felt his clawed hand lay over yours, squeezing and interlocking your fingers as best as he could from this position.
You were not ready for the sheer force of his thrust, for the way he smacked against your ass cheeks with every roll of his hips, keeping you perfectly still while he rutted his cock deep into your cunt. With every stroke you heard him growl, curse and tell you how good you are at taking him, pleasing him, how hot and wet it feels inside you.
"You're still holding back." You clenched your walls around him, tilting your head and bearing your neck to him, "Do you think I can't take you? I can. Please Kiba, fuck me like you mean it, like you want to." You took a deep breath, uttering the two words that made him absolutely lose it, "Breed me."
His fangs snapped close to your ear, on full display, his pupils narrowing into thin, sharp lines. He pushed and pushed, trying to get his cock in deeper than it could go, pulling your hips back, making you moan with every thrust of his thick cock in your dripping pussyhole.
"You wanna be breed huh? Are you my bad girl? A bad girl that wants her cunt filled with my seed?" You bit into the pillow case to stifle your moans. It helped very little. If anything it made Kiba even more animalistic, to know that he's making you feel that good, as if your walls clamping down on his throbbing dick wasn't proof enough.
Your walls started spasming around him, your mind going blank as you orgasmed on his dick, trying to milk every drop of his hot cum, "Yes! Fuck, fill me up, as much as you want! I'm all yours to- ohmygod!"
Kiba huffed and groaned as he sank his cock in deep, flooding your cunt with his hot cum, giving you exactly what you asked for and more. "Wanted to do this for the longest time. You're gonna look so pretty when you're full." His hand sneaks from your hip to pet your stomach.
He pulled back roughly, more jets of cum spraying across your ass and lower back and dripping down your thighs. You tried your hardest to keep as much of it inside, reaching between your legs and pushing it back in with two fingers.
"Damn that's hot. You're so fucking sexy babe. So sexy for me." Kiba leaned down and pressed hot kisses along the back of your sensitive neck, leaving goosebumps and love marks. "Thank you for doing this for me."
"It wasn't just for you trust me." You pulled your fingers out letting the combined cum drip down onto the sheets. Kiba snickered as he settled into bed and pulled you against his chest, "Still not done?" You smile as you look back at him and grind your ass against his still throbbing length.
"It's enough for now." With his fingers he gently gripped your chin and planted his lips against yours, "I love you."
You hummed into the kiss, a little string of saliva still between you two as you ran your tongue over his sharp canines before pulling away, "Then maybe you should share things like this with me more."
"If that's what you want. I'm sorry I was holding back before. Didn't mean to make you worry." Kiba nuzzled his nose against yours, making you giggle at the gesture.
"You can always make it up to me." You husked against his lips, your eyes somehow filled with even more lust then before. Kiba smirked at you and dragged his hand between your legs. You were still sensitive from your orgasm so even the lightest touch on your clit made your hips jerk forward. "We'll canceling our missions for tomorrow, I've got another one for you."
"Sounds like fun. Let's see if you can keep up." Oh. Oh you really liked this new side of him. Hopefully it sticks around for a while.
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, pinned to the wall, cunnilingus, fear play, size difference, dirty talk, alien anatomy, monsterfucking because it's Venom
Word count: 2.1k
Ao3
A/N: Venom is one of the more safe things I felt like writing for the monsterfucking thing.
Venom was more than used to seeing some crazy, weird things. Not just as Eddie but also as a Symbiote. From superpowered criminals, to red killer Symbiotes, to getting trapped temporarily in a different universe. There's very little that could surprise Venom at this point. Actually swinging through the city at night was some of the most relaxing things for him right now, at least he could see the crazy things coming that way.
He spotted you as well. All alone in an alleyway. Smelling absolutely delicious.
"And what do we have here?" His rough, deep voice started you, but not more then looking up at the wall and seeing his hulking form walking on all fours down the wall, "It's not safe for you out there. Don't you know that missy?" His white eyes narrowed at you, his mouth grinning to expose sharp teeth which looked like they could bite you in half if he tried.
You shivered at the sight of him, "I was just taking a walk. It helps me with stress you see. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"We understand. It's calming isn't it? The cool night air on your skin, how silent the city is at this time of night?" He tilted his head to the side a little as he crawled closer, his face now very close to yours, "Although we never travel around with no underwear on."
"How-how did you..." Your eyes widened in horror, thinking that he might have some sort of x-ray vision. You pressed your hands to your front and looked up at him, embarrassed. "I'm not a pervert. I just wanted to know what it feels like alright? It's a thrill."
"So you're a thrill seeker are you missy? It helps you ease your stress? Well..." He licked his long tongue around his lips, "We can help with that if you'd like."
You took a step back as he jumped down in front of you, standing tall above you. He looked big before but now as you see him standing before you, Venom must be at least double your size of not more. Your thighs clenched and rubbed together at the thought of him doing anything with you. Oh there was curiosity there for sure, but also fear that he might hurt you.
Somehow though that fear only seemed to make you more interested in him.
"You... you're a hero right? I've seen you on the news, you wouldn't hurt me?" At least you hoped that was the case because you knew full well just by looking at his stature that you can't outrun him.
"Hero? Hm... if that's what you want to call us. We are Venom. Nothing more and nothing less. In this care however, I believe we ca be very helpful." He offered his hand to you, and you could see that the difference between you even before you accepted. His hand easily wrapped not just around your hand but also around your wrist and part of your arm.
Instead of him pulling you into him he pushed and pinned you against the wall, his hand keeping a light pressure on both your wrists while he moved your legs around his shoulders. His hand wrapped around your thigh, sharp claws digging into your soft flesh. "We can smell your arousal already. We'd hate to keep you waiting.
You felt something wet and gooey on your wrists. Upon looking up you realized he webbed up your wrists to the wall with his web. It felt cold, and despite it looking elastic it kept your wrists firmly pinned to the cold brick wall despite you squirming against it.
"Relax. You're such a pretty little thing, we don't want to hurt you." Despite this you still found his teeth nipping at your inner thigh, sharp points scraping and dragging against your skin, laving goosebumps in their wake. "Are you excited by this? You're about to get railed against a wall in the middle of an alley, where someone could pass by and see, and you're dripping wet, moments away from being a whimpering mess. Do you still think you're not a pervert?"
"I... I don't know. I think I'm just..." Your voice caught in your throat while you watched him tear off your pants, actually tear them to tiny shreds and pull off your shoes, his hand closing around your leg, his fingers comfortably touching each other. You could feel yourself dripping, you saw his toothy smirk, "Adventurous."
"You should be honest with yourself. It's alright. We won't judge. We already know the truth." Venom's tongue licks long, slow stripe up your legs, the tip barely moving through your folds. "Tasty."
He dove in tongue first between your thighs, slurping and licking with gusto. Almost too much of it in fact. His tongue didn't even fit inside you the whole way, yet you could feel it moving inside you, hitting your sweet spot every time it flicked in and out.
It might be to to the size of him but you couldn't help but lean your head back and let your moans escape, moaning every time he moved his head and growled appreciatively into your cunt.
"Holy shit." You couldn't help but wrap your legs tight around his head, to buck your hips into his face. You got the sense that no matter how enthusiastic he was with eating you out, he was still being careful not to dig his teeth and claws into you. The fact that he too was clearly beyond horny and could break you in half but was still holding back just for you was a huge turn on. "I'm close. Please, more."
"Now you're being honest. Very good." The tip of his tongue flicked over your clit, a little too fast and too hard. He did it twice. Thrice. And then pressed the flat of his tongue over it, vibrating it just a little and you were done. Lost in the almost mind-numbing pleasure while riding his face. "Quiet sweetheart. You need to keep quiet."
"I don't think I can." You were being honest, "Do you have a... uhm..."
Venom chuckled, "Oh yes. If you liked my tongue, my cock will blow you fragile human mind. But I think you're looking forward to it."
His face moved away, wet and slick with your cum. He moved back and let you take him in. His muscular body, broad shoulders, rock solid abs, and a huge fucking cock, standing tall and proud between his legs.
Just like the rest of him it was jet black, clearly vainy and throbbing. You couldn't see any balls on him but you did see the white cum leaking from the broad head. It already looked like it was more then just pre-cum, in fact he was making a little puddle of it on the floor. He stepped closer, strong hands spreading your legs apart and shooting his web to pin your thighs to the wall, keeping them spread for him but his hands free to touch and roam.
He was putting you on display for him. He wanted to drink your body in. He was making it so you can't move and can't take your own pleasure, to be at the mercy of him and his cock. And it was working, it was making you want him more. You tried to buck you hips against him the moment you felt the tip of his cock pushing inside you.
"Look at how wet you are. You're getting our cock all slick. Let's see how much of it you can take." There was a slightly sadistic undertone to his already gruff voice. Granted he knew he was too big for you so he did start slow, but that didn't make the stretch any less painful.
He was barely half way in when you whimpered in pain, "Stop, I... I can't... you're too big." You wanted to take in more, but it was becoming more painful than pleasurable.
"That's fine. Look down here, see how much of us you were able to take. You did very good. More then we thought you could. You deserve to be rewarded. But first..." He shot the gooey web towards your face and shut your mouth closed, "Don't worry, this is just so you don't get too loud. Feel free to moan for us, as much as you want." His hands closed around your waist, so big that they encircled all of you, caressing and stroking up and down to ease your fear. "Haven't we proved we have no intention of harming you. Just let go, let us fuck your brains out. Let us give you the satisfaction you deserve."
Venom pulled back slow, thrusting in gently, sighing and grunting when he felt your inner walls wrapping around his length. The fill was still painful but his restrained pace made it easier to adjust too. You should have been scared honestly, being suspended, trapped, legs spread for him. Yet all you felt the growing need for him to do more, to fuck you harder, to absolutely ruin you, to break you.
As if he read your mind he bucked his hips harder into yours, each thrust more forceful than the last. It was no longer painful, it was a lot, but it wasn't painful. Maybe it was your body going almost numb everywhere but your pussy, where you could feel everything, every thrust, every twitch and throb, every pulsing vein, every drop of cum.
Even your mind was going numb from the ecstatic feeling of Venom fucking you like a toy, treating you gently yet making sure you won't be able to walk. The contradiction of his hands around your hips keeping you still and the railing pace at which he rammed his cock inside you made your eyes roll into the back of your head and fresh tears run down your cheek from the stimulation.
"Crying now are you? If your mouth was open would be slobbering too? You're like a bitch in heat. Good thing we're here to satisfy you. And we are aren't we? I bet it won't be enough. Tell you what, meet me here in this alley every night and I'll keep fucking you senseless. Sounds good?" He was offering you more? More of this? More of his cock and tongue and teeth and claws? Every night?
Since you can't talk right now you nod your head as fast as you can. Your walls start to clench and spasm around him, trying to suck his dick in impossibly deeper. You mumbled against the web gag but it all came out as senseless moans, echoing into almost screaming.
"Do you think we can fill you up? Don't worry you won't get pregnant from us, we just want to see you overflowing with our cum." You tried to roll your hips towards him, "We'll take that as a yes. Brace yourself."
He leaned up and dissolved the web around your mouth, his cock not rutting into you with brutal force. You watched as the black costume around his mouth pulled back in thick black ropes of web to reveal a slightly stubbly chin and a grinning mouth, "Good girl. You'll be my... our lovely toy." His voice was still ruff but not nearly as much.
"Yes. Yes, please, as long as you fuck me like this. I'll do anything." Your mind was in a fog of lust, your whimpers silenced by Venom's mouth pressing against yours, now it was a human tongue pressing against yours, licking and calming your mouth as his while his cock and cum claimed your cunt.
He pulled back, the black web once again covering his mouth, giving him those sharp, pointy teeth. "You're so good for us. So willing to be taken and fucked. We like you." He growled though his release, his cock slick, making obscene wet, sloppy, dirty sounds as he smacked fucked you full of his cum.
Once he finally slowed down to a stop your mind was still spinning, your warm body trembling against the wall. He pulled out completely, his cock seemingly absorbed into his tight suit. The webs that held you dissolved into nothing, leaving you to collapse against him, a shaking mess, your pussy hole full, flowing and spilling his cum into the concrete floor.
"I'll take you home. You're in no shape or state of dress to walk now." His head cradled the back of your head, enveloping almost your entire skull. "Sleep and rest. But don't forget our deal."
"I won't." You said breathlessly, "There's no way I'll forget you." You didn't, and you kept your end of the deal, meeting Venom every night and eventually meeting Eddie every night, for a rough and thorough fucking session.
A/N: If they were my friends I'd take all their benefits.
YUUJI, NOBARA, NANAMI
Initially likes how you're available to call and text often and that you you're just a phone call away. They're pretty affectionate both during and after sex, kissing your forehead, massaging you, making you food. They whisper sweet nothings that you can't decipher because they're too busy eating your pussy. Feel complete around you, not just when they're inside of you, no just having you by their side is enough.
"Can't you stay a bit longer tonight, I wanna hold you some more. Do I look like I care that we're sticky and messy? We can take turns cleaning each other up if you want. Thought so, we can do it tomorrow then. Hey, I was thinking, I don't have Sorcerer work for a few days, how about you and I go somewhere. Like a date yeah, if you want it to be that."
SUKUNA, GETO, MAHITO
You'd think you were already theirs from the amount of cum that has been pumped into you over the course of your arrangement. You might not be official but they sure do act like they own you, leaving you with marks on marks after every encounter. There's no position they wouldn't fuck you in, seeing how your eyes glaze over when they thrust and move you around like their fucktoy, they're enjoying this much more then with any other person. They don't want any other person, and they sure as hell don't want you to go to anyone else either.
"Another one, you can take more cum in that slutty hole I know it. And if you can't well there are other holes I can fill hahaha. Oh don't act like you hate it, you've been calling my name for the past three hours, moaning and thrashing around, begging for more like a lowly slut. Does my slut want more? Aw, you're so pretty opened up and full of my cum like that. You don't let anyone else fuck you like this do you? You better not, I don't want anyone else knowing how good your holes are."
FUSHIGURO, GOJO, HARUTA, MAKI
They confess to you in the middle of having sex with you. They've been holding back from saying anything for a while now, always biting their tongue when it was time to confess. No more, they can't bare to see you go off with someone else when they're already here, they love you. They're hugging you from behind, kissing your neck as they ease out of your tight pussy, feeling you relax against them and whispering how they love you. Arms tighten around you in anxiety, waiting for your rejection, instead receiving a kiss and being straddled, wanting to celebrate the new status of your relationship.
"You're so cute like this. Found your weak spot over here huh, you can squirm I'm not letting you go. Maybe I never want to let you go. Yeah, I don't, I'm tired of seeing you leave, I'd much rather have you by my side forever. What do you say beautiful, wanna be my girl? If you don't, let me know now because I can't keep- oh. You like me too, oh, I see. Uhm. Great. Hah. Wait, what are you doing now? A celebration? Haven't had enough yet?"
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