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[eijishimas]

caught red handed.

18+ nsfw content. minors dni. all characters are aged up.

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content warnings: f!reader, college!au, masturbation, mentions of alcohol, voyeurism, daddy kink, bit of a handjob, bit of oral (m!receiving), filming, slight degradation, creampie, one (1) instance of bakugou slapping your pussy.

notes: happy belated birthday to my bestie, @rekiri . you deserve the world and so much more, you’re sweet and hilarious and i fucking love talking to you, whether we’re joking or being more serious. i know you told me not to, but i really wanted to write something for you as a gift (because ya girl is a bit of a broke bitch). ik it’s not eren, kiri, or reki, but i hope you like this piece regardless. i love you, even if you annoy me to death, you whore /j. this one’s for you <3

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Everyone knew college was stressful. Deadlines nearly every single week, assignments and essays, not to mention attending classes brought a whole new wave of anxieties for students every single day. Sometimes that stress was either doubled or relieved by having a partner for a project or two. Luckily for you, you and your old high school classmate Katsuki Bakugou were paired up for a project for one of your Quirk Law classes. It was a research project, one that required a forty slide presentation. You were headed on your way to Katsuki’s dorm today to work on it at the time you agreed upon: 5pm. Then you two would study together for upcoming midterms. It was all planned out down to a tee. So at around 3:50pm, Katsuki knew he had time. He figured he needed a break from his Rescue Tactics Indoors II class, otherwise his brain would begin oozing from his ears.

Pushing aside his overpriced textbook, he rolled his shoulders back, hearing the cracks of his stiff muscles while he stretched at his desk. He let out a sigh, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand as he scrolled mindlessly through his socials. Mina had posted a Throwback Thursday post, an old one of him and you back in your freshman year of college. His nose twitched in annoyance as he recalled the parties, more specifically Denki Kaminari’s birthday party, where he had gotten so drunk that the walls melted and bent before him. Katsuki’s expression changed however, as he swiped through the collection of photos to stumble across an image of you and him. Have you always worn dresses that tight? You practically had your ass out from how short your garment had been cut, tits threatening to spill out of your low hanging neckline. Not only that, but Katsuki had an arm slung around your shoulder. His smile was stretched wide due in part to the alcohol in his system, but also because you were standing next to him. You were laughing at something Mina had said behind the camera, your hand tossed against the slightly unbuttoned shirt Katsuki had worn that night. Your fingers had brushed against his toned chest and he scoffed at the thought. Slowly but surely, memories of that party flooded back to Katsuki in waves.

They were mostly recounts from Kirishima and Mina, but apparently you two had made out in front of everyone that night. He swiped left again, swallowing dryly as he saw just that. Your manicured fingers were wrapped tight around his party shirt, tongues in a deadly dance of want and desperation for each other. Katsuki’s eyes grew as he noticed that the photo hadn’t cut out the part where he had been kneading your ass through that skimpy dress of yours. Immediately, Katsuki went to Mina’s dms demanding to take down the photo. And she did, thank god, but not without sending Katsuki more than ten photos of you and him making out at the party. He clenched his jaw, anger and a low desire plaguing his conscience. Glancing to the top left corner of his phone, he noted the time. 4:10pm.

He had time.

Saving the photos to his gallery, he pushed his chair away from his desk to have some fucking breathing room. His eyes flitted down to his sweats and as he expected, there was a tent forming. He groaned, wiping the sweat from his palms off on his pant leg before languidly beginning to palm himself through his clothes. His breaths quickened, chest stuttering as he looked to his phone displaying the photos of you and him. There’s a faint recollection in the back of his head of how you taste. Like cherries from your glossy lips, like vodka from the shots you took off of Denki earlier that evening, how you moaned into his mouth the night you had drunkenly kissed.

Katsuki tugged the waistband of his sweats down, allowing his previously constrained cock to breathe. It slapped against his stomach, heavy and leaking. Shit, he didn’t remember being this horny at the beginning of this. Spitting into his palm, he lubed up his dick as best as he could on short notice. His eyelids drooped as he swiped through the pictures like a filmstrip, a montage of all the best moments he had with you at that party. You grinding on his lap, you whispering dirty ideas you wanted to do with him later, you, you, you…

Katsuki squeezed his aching shaft, fisting his cock as precum dribbled down his slippery head. His face was an uncanny shade of crimson, a testament to how horny he was all for a few old pictures of the two of you. “Y/n.” He swore he barely recognized his voice from how breathless and needy it was. He continued to pump his cock, the only thoughts replaying in his mind were perverted fantasies of you bouncing on his dick hard enough to hear the slap of your ass cheeks against his abs.

Tapping the screen of his phone twice to zoom in, he admired your curves with pursed lips. Fuck, you really were gorgeous. Everything about you radiated a sinful nature he could never put his tongue on. You were tempting him, licking flames up his body with such intensity that made him shiver. He cursed, thumb drifting over his slit as he hissed. Fuck you for being as ravishing as you were that night, fuck you for making him feel so goddamn needy for your-

“Bakugou, I was about to text you but I remembered you were studying today, so I figured it would be okay if I came a bit...” your words trailed off. You blinked rapidly in an attempt to process the scene unfolding before you. Katsuki Bakugou, holding his dick in his hand, face on fire with a deep blush, his other free hand secure around his phone with- was that a picture of you from your freshman year of college? There was a beat of silence, Katsuki’s uneven breathing the only sound in the room aside from the low drawl of the ceiling fan over both of your heads. You gaped at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips upon realizing his hand hadn’t stopped moving. If anything, you saw his hand flex around his cock, further tightening his grip as you stood right in front of him.

“What the fuck-”

“What?” he beat you to the punch, his lips twitching into a devilish smile, “Don’t like what you see?” His confidence knocked the air out of you, your bewildered attitude showing true on your features. Your body feels warm, searing beneath his gaze. “Excuse me?” you squeaked out, overcome with both curiosity and a hint of lust for the ash blond.

“Are you gonna fucking help me or not?” His pride was refusing him to be flustered, not when he was this feverish for you. He needed the upper hand, he needed control over this situation. And it seemed by how you were shifting your weight from side to side, that it was happening just as he wanted. Who were you to refuse such an offer from Katsuki Bakugou?

And that’s how you ended up here, nestled between thick, muscled thighs with your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He had you spit over his dick, his entire shaft gleaming in all its glory as it stood to attention in your grasp. The flash of his camera burned your eyes as you suckled on his crown, hand continuously jerking his cock while he ravenously watched you through the screen. The guttural groan that escaped him was nothing short of music to your ears, your thighs tensing as the coils of heat continued to build and knot between your legs.

“Mm. Keep going like that, take it. All the way in now, like a good little slut,” Katsuki instructed, his voice slicing through the heavy atmosphere of desire. The words make you whimper, enveloping his sensitive head in vibrations while you lick around his slit. A large hand cupped your face, forcing you to make eye contact with the ash blond behind the camera. His black tank top truly had no confines over him, since it was tight enough to see the outlines of his pecs and ripped torso. Katsuki sure worked hard to maintain his appearance, but you knew he had the strength to back those muscles up. The thought of him completely dominating you, holding you with strong arms and pinning you down with his body made your pussy even more wet with your slick than it already was. Even from how you were on your knees, Katsuki possessed an unspoken will over you. You wanted to please him, make him feel good, make him have no good reason not to give you everything he had to offer.

You took your lips off of his head with a little ‘pop’, eyes wide and expectant as a string of drool connected your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. Bakugou’s smile grew, making sure your face was completely in frame and in focus. “Dirty girl,” he hummed, thumb tracing the apple of your cheek before guiding your lips toward his twitching cock. You slowly kissed the vein on the side of it, mumbling out four words:

“Your dirty girl, daddy.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Katsuki let out a low, gravelly moan. It was as if a switch inside him had flipped. Without warning, he’s pulling you off the floor and sitting you down in his desk chair instead. He’s a bit rough, his vision clouded by the sheer want to fuck you until you were screaming his name, until his name was the only word your pretty little brain could recall. He abandoned his phone and instead had his hands drop to the armrests of his desk chair, encasing your body as he towered over you. Your skirt was immediately shucked up your waist and Katsuki’s hands went to work on your panties. He ripped them off completely, tossing them aside without a care as to where they went. He gazed down at you with fervour, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he coaxes with a grin, teeth shining. His hand slipped between your thighs, his index and middle finger tracing up and down your slit. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your thighs instinctively closing around his hand. Your face bloomed with warmth, eyes darting away from his cocky demeanour, “Baku—”

Your body jolted as a firm smack was delivered to your sensitive pussy, a wet, lewd sound meeting your ears as he did. It made a high pitched, whiny moan be pulled out from your throat.

Fuck.

“Try again,” he ordered, tone demanding and almost condescending. His lips ghosted yours yet he never had any intention of moving close enough to seal the gap between the two of you. You whimpered, eyes meeting the dark red irises that were staring straight through you.

“‘S yours, daddy.”

“Now that’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

His lips found yours, teeth tugging at your bottom lip hard enough to make the warmth in your stomach double. The liquid heat had been building ever since you walked in, and you were fairly certain that you weren’t going to last much longer.

He hooked your knees over his elbows, biceps flexing as the muscles in his arms supported your full weight. He picked you up with such ease, your arms flying around his neck as you squeal, gasping at how little effort that took him. He was a pro-hero in training, of course he had practiced lifting people up no matter their body type or size. Either way, it didn’t matter to him. He thought you looked rather angelic clinging onto him regardless. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat with his hands spreading your cheeks, grunting as he adjusted you in his arms. He slid slowly into your slick cunt inch by suffocating inch, your walls fluttering and enclosing around his throbbing cock. Katsuki’s breathing was unsteady, eyes watching your expression intently in hopes that this new position would give you as much pleasure as it was giving him. His ego was running rapant from how you were holding onto him for dear life. You were practically shaking in his grasp, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as all you could do was gape at how deep he reaches within you. You were keening, eyes hazed with lust and nails digging crescents into his shoulder blades hard enough to make him hiss.

When you finally catch your breath and adjust to his size, you give him a curt nod as an indication for him to start moving. Slowly, he lifted you up off his cock until his head kissed your entrance before allowing gravity to do most of the work. This position had his cock nudging your cervix and it made the knot in the pit of your stomach squeeze further, threatening to snap with every loud smack of his balls echoing through his dorm room. He pistoned into you like that, reaching deeper to rearrange your insides. It was like your entire body was being engulfed with pleasure and fire. He took in your face, how it scrunched in pleasure, hair sticking to your face as you mumble out how much you want to cum, how much you need to cum.

“Fuckin’ tight just for daddy, hah?” he cooed to you, “You wanna cum all over my cock like a little slut? You were watching me from the door jerking off for you. Dirty fuckin’ girl. Who’s making you feel good? Say it. Spit it out.”

“You!” you moaned, your head feeling light from the way the veins on the side of his cock rubbed your walls, “You, daddy. Please let me cum. I w- wanna cum!”

“I can’t hear you,” Katsuki rumbled, eyes steeled before you unmoving and unwilling to give you permission just yet. “Please!” you begged, “I’m a dirty girl. I’m your dirty girl, daddy! Please let me cum!” You were too engrossed in your pleasure to have any semblance of shame. Katsuki grinned. That’s what he wanted to hear. He let out a tiny ‘tch’ before uttering out, “Then cum, slut.”

Without another word, you let out a final wanton moan, gushing around him as the liquid heat finally expels from your body. Your orgasm hits you in waves, your body quivering with each new sensation as you hold Katsuki’s cock within your cunt. Your nails leave angry red marks along Katsuki’s shoulders, ultimately sending him hurtling towards his own release.

Cum dripped down his twitching cock, your chest heaving as your legs feel like jelly. Tingles shot down your spine as Katsuki pumped rope after rope of his sticky cum well enough to paint your inner walls white. He helped you ride out your high, delivering harsh bitemarks to your neck to leave a mural of hickeys claiming you as his. The smile he gives you is cocky, prideful, and arrogant. He placed you back down on his desk chair, your thighs still going through the aftershocks of your high. Reaching for his phone, he tapped the app icon for his camera. He knelt down, chuckling as your fingers slid between your legs to spread your lower lips for him. His cum seeped out past your slit, leaking down to your puckered asshole.

“There we go. Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, hm?”

Tiredly, you nodded.

“‘M daddy’s good girl.”

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[eijishimas]

midnight snack.

18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up.

masterlist.

content warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), quirk use (electro stimulation), a hint of overstim, & a sprinkle of degradation. f!reader.

notes: all i could think about while writing this was “and they were roommates! ohmygod they were roommates.” also thank u bria ( @rekiri ) & sun ( @kiridarling ) for keeping me sane while writing this, ily both <3

wc: 3.0k

You rarely got hungry in the middle of the night. You usually went to bed full of food cooked by yourself or ordered takeout by your roommate, Denki. Tonight was different, however. You had been working on a project, one that was taking up far too much of your time due to your incompetent group members causing you to pick up the slack. You had been stressed beyond belief lately because of them. Maybe a small stretch would help clear your mind, you reasoned to yourself internally. While you were at it, a midnight snack wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease your nerves, even. You stood from your desk, stretching your arms above your head and cracking the joints of your shoulders. Now exiting your room, you threw a glance across the hallway to see the light under your roommate’s door was still on. Of course he was staying up again, when did he not? Probably off playing video games with the guys again.

You yawned, bare feet pattering against the hardwood of your apartment floor on your way to the kitchen. You shivered, wearing only a cropped sweater you had thrifted and a pair of your comfiest shorts. So what if they were a little short on you, they did the job of keeping you comfy while you slept. No one besides Denki saw you in them, mostly because you wore them to bed. Opening the fridge door, you cringed at the harsh lighting hitting you square in the face. You bent over, eyes scanning the bottom shelf for something to pique your interest. Since you figured Denki was in his room, you didn’t bother to bend your knees while you were searching for your snack.

“Uh- I uh, whatcha lookin’ for?” Denki’s voice cracked slightly. What were the odds? Your head whipped up so fast from the fridge, you nearly knocked into the door of it. Your face began to overheat as you saw your roommate standing there in his pyjamas, fighting off his own blush as he looked at you. Had he seen how your shorts rode up your ass, giving the perfect view of the lace black panties you had been wearing that night? Maybe. The answer was most definitely a yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He really didn’t want to die by your hands.

“I was, well I was grabbing some water,” you fumbled for your words as Denki approached you, moving around the bar counter of your apartment to peer into the fridge himself from behind you. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead indicating that he had just hopped out of the shower. No kidding, he had used your fruit passion shampoo along with lemon scented body wash again. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck from how close he was to you, your tongue wetting your lips as you tried to ease your building nerves. You were never so nervous around him, he was your roommate and your best friend. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.

You stood perfectly still, razor focused on the fruit cup on the top shelf to distract your mind that was buzzing with electricity. He smelled so good. He felt awfully warm. And he was incredibly close to you, so much so that you could hear his own inner monologue if you listened hard enough. You were so caught up in your thoughts that your mind barely registered that his hands were sitting comfortably on your waist. “Hey,” Denki spoke up, “Did you wear that for me?”

Processing his words, there was a tiny heat that began to burn low in your stomach. “I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.

“The black lacy ones. The ones that make me want to eat you out on the counter until you’re screaming. Did you wear those for me?” his voice was low, whispering deliciously into your ear. Sinful thoughts were clouding your mind, your previous intentions of getting a snack now lost to the idea of possibly choking on something else entirely tonight. “Denki—” His hands slipped beneath your shirt, stopping just below your breasts. You were starting to feel something hard poking at the cheek of your ass. Your breath hitched, thighs clenching together in an attempt to tame the growing heat between them. The two of you had been dancing around the notion of having feelings for each other for a long time.

You tried to look the other way every time he would stare at you for just a small bit longer than he should. He pretended to not notice the way you sat so very close to him, despite the entire couch being free. The way your fingertips brushed his thighs when you leaned over him to grab the remote. The way his touch lingered on your hip when he went to pass behind you while you cooked dinner together, his palms warm and jittery. Everything clicked together so perfectly for the two of you, it was beginning to become undeniable and almost comical at this point.

Tonight only made you more desperate for some type of release, since all of the previous tension between the two of you had crescendoed into Denki moulding his lips to your neck and sucking deep purple marks in a lovely pattern against your hot skin. Your legs felt weak, a strained moan escaping you. Between the cool air of the open fridge and his hands exploring your torso, it felt like heaven. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples eagerly, his name falling off your tongue as if second nature. You wanted him bad. And he wanted nothing more than to strip you of your clothes and have you right there in the kitchen.

Your legs quivered as he touched you, allowing yourself to lean back against him and succumb to his affection. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, baby,” the confidence radiating off the blond was dripping right into his tone. It made more of that liquid heat manifest in your lower half. You were quite certain that those lacy black panties Denki had been talking about now had a wet patch from all of his ministrations. His hands kept massaging at your breasts, small whimpers leaving your lips as you whispered out how you needed more from him. You panted, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you wiggled your ass right up against his prominent hard on. “Fuck,” he swore, fingers dipping into your shorts and past the waistline of your underwear to feel your slick. You were soaking from his touches, thighs shaking and fingers finding purchase in blond locks as his finger pad grazed your aching clit. “More,” you whined with need, “I wanna.. I wanna touch you, please.”

Denki’s mind felt like it was melting. Was this a dream? He never wanted to wake up if that was the case. He inserted a finger into your core, heart fluttering upon hearing you moan out for him again. Your walls hugged his single digit, his dick twitching at the sensation. You were feeling unbearably sensitive for some reason that night, the way his thumb drew circles around your clit paired with his finger reaching within you made your head light. “You’re so greedy, look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Moaning like that for me. From how much you walk around like a little slut, you had this coming,” Denki nibbled at the lobe of your ear before adding a second digit, curling his fingers and further sending you into your pleasure. “Denki,” you called out again, head tossed against his shoulder, ass rubbing right against his dick in ways that made his head spin. “You’re so wet, do you hear that? Holy fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Denki’s words made the coil inside the pit of your stomach snap, your first orgasm of the night finally washing over you as you clenched around his fingers. It took all of Denki’s willpower not to cum in his boxers right then and there. Falling against him for support, your hips lazily rolled against his digits to ride out your high.

“Up on the counter babe, we’re not done yet. I’m still feeling a bit hungry,” he murmured into your ear. The two of you backed away from the fridge, leaving the door open to allow some light in the darkened kitchen. You turned to face him, seeing a bit of a loopy smile on his face despite his lust blown pupils. You wasted no time in connecting your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. Your body pressed his against the cool granite of the counter, his hands drifting lower down your back to meet the flesh of your ass. He tapped your ass a couple times, his fingers pinching at the fabric of your thin shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he chuckled deeply against your lips. His drop in octave made you shiver. Your own hands mapped out his body, feeling across his abs that he prided himself on as a pro-hero while your other went right for his cock.

Your excited fingers pulled down his gray sweatpants along with his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. There was a lovely amount of precum beading atop his reddening head, your thumb swirling the natural lube around his tip. The action elicited a groan from the blond, grabbing a bit harder at your ass. You were gentle, teasing even, your eyes glazed over in lust as your hand pumped his dick at a slow tempo. Denki’s hips began to fuck into your hand, his chest heaving as he took this time to shed himself of his t-shirt. He felt entranced by how your fingers looked so delicate fisting his cock, breath hitching in his throat as your wrist rolled with each stroke of his dick. “Do you know how— fuck — how long I’ve waited for this?” Denki’s words are gentle, his neck craning back down to nip at your exposed skin.

“Too long?”

“Way too long.”

You giggled and he groaned, a low rumble against your soft skin that makes you shiver yet again. You smirked with amusement as you felt him pulse in your hand, yet Denki pulled away from your touch just as you were about to tip him over the line to his own orgasm. “You, you first,” he told you, golden eyes trained on yours, “I like seeing you come undone for me.”

A whimper escaped you, his grin hungry with want for you and only you. “Let’s see how good you taste,” he pressed a final kiss to your lips as he eagerly dropped to his knees. With a shy look in your eyes, you allowed your legs to spread, giving Denki a full view of your pretty pussy. He was practically salivating, eyes taking in your wet sex with a strange fire lit behind them. He was eating good tonight. With your fingers threading in his hair and tugging lightly, he took it as his signal to go. You sucked in a gasp of surprise as something cool touched your already slick entrance. Oh, you had forgotten that Denki had a fucking tongue piercing.

Instinctively, your thighs started to close around Denki’s head. He held them open with ease, the metal ball of his piercing following the tip of his tongue as he happily traced your entrance. “Denki,” you huffed, growing frustrated at his languid pace. For a man who seemed rather eager, he was going very slowly. Denki hummed in response, lips now attached to your clit and you felt your body jolt at the feeling. Fuck. Maybe you should have bit your tongue instead. Channeling electricity through his quirk, you felt a shock emitted from the tiny piece of metal in his mouth to your aching clit. “Denki!” you moaned, eyelids fluttering as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. Your hands kept pulling at his semi-damp hair, rutting your hips as best as you could into his face as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You felt ten times hotter than you did when you first entered the kitchen, your hands expelling your own sleep shirt to the floor as Denki moaned at the sight of your exposed tits. This gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your pussy, your toes curling at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat. He had his fun, darting his tongue in and out of you as he kept moaning to keep up the tiny vibrations. Moving his bangs away from his eyes, you could only watch as he ate you out with his skilled muscle.

His tongue reached deeper inside of you, his hands holding your thighs apart firmly as they were threatening to clamp around his head with more force. You hadn’t anticipated that Denki would be this fucking good with his mouth. Your inner walls squeezed around him, your moans picking up in volume. Your nipples were peaked, your back arched and your head thrown back as all you could do was continuously grind your hips against his face. This only edged the blond further, his nose stimulating your swollen clit as his tongue delved as far as it could into your dripping cunt. You nearly screamed his name as you were finally tipped over the edge, your chest heaving as Denki suckled at your sensitive lower lips. He drank your essence happily, your body prickling with heat as he drew back to watch in awe at how your pussy fluttered invitingly around nothing. He was drunk on the feeling of you cumming on his mouth. You two were definitely doing that again.

As you steadily regulated your breathing, Denki slowly got up from his position on the floor. Wiping away a bit of your cum from the corner of his mouth, he threw you another grin. You swallowed dryly, “Need you.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Need you, Den. I need you in.. Please.” Your eyes were begging him to give you more. You had seen how much his cock had been leaking onto the kitchen floor, practically throbbing between his legs from not having given release. With a cheeky sort of smile, Denki gave you a kiss to your cheek before settling his lips to the shell of your ear. “Whatever you say, babe.”

In an instant, you were swept off the counter, your body being caged between the closed freezer door and Denki holding you up from beneath your thighs. His cock fell heavy against your stomach, twitching in its desperation for attention. The light emitting from the open door of the fridge illuminated the right half of the electric blond’s face, his expression lustful and giddy in the harsh LED lighting. It made your heart buzz with anticipation, your body tensing as he eased the head of his cock past your folds. Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingernails leaving red crescents along his creamy skin. Denki’s eyes were on you, his breathing irregular as you wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting back in with confidence. His lips swallowed your moans, the wet, lewd sounds of your fucking adding more tinder to the heat now coiling in the pit of your stomach for the third time tonight. “Please,” you begged, practically trembling from overstimulation as Denki rocked you into the cool aluminum of the freezer door.

“Please what, baby?” the playfulness in his tone didn’t match the serious manner in which he kept pistoning into you, chasing his own release as your slick from previous orgasms now coated his cock and ran down his thighs. Each time he went in, he angled himself right up to meet that special spot inside you to make you see tiny specks of white dot your vision. “I- I, ah! Denki!” Fingers now grasping at his hair again, you yanked harshly as you came around his pulsing cock for the third and final time, squeezing him snugly as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. There was a tingly sensation running through your legs starting from your thighs, numbing and electric as Denki kept up his quick pace to chase his own release, groaning dirty praises into your ear that made you keen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper and finish inside of you. His hips met yours for one last time, stuttering as he pumped his sticky cum into your abused hole. You two stayed there for a moment, you letting out quiet giggles as Denki took his time in getting the air back into his lungs. He let you down steadily from the position you had been in, making sure to hold you up since the feeling was still a bit lost in your legs.

“Wow that was,” Denki paused, struggling to find the right word for the situation you two had caught yourselves in. “Satisfying,” you finished for him, to which he blushed deeply. The smile he flashed you was earnest and relieved, if he was being quite honest. “Ah, nice! Let’s get you something to eat, maybe a cheese string. But definitely water!”

“I’m actually feeling pretty full right now in terms of cheese. Thanks for that, Den.”

“Wait really?” Denki questioned as he swept his boxers along with his shirt off the kitchen floor, his concern showing through his furrowed brow, “Not even for a cheese string?”

A deadpan look crossed your face, sighing as you gave in to your dumbass of a roommate. “One cheese string.”

“Bet!”

Needless to say, post sex activities consisted of a hot shower, the second Shrek movie, and two cheese strings (per Denki’s request). Not a bad way to relieve your stress, you concluded to yourself happily as you snuggled closer to your roommate, fingers intertwined beneath the blanket as you allowed yourself to slip into a comfortable slumber against Denki’s shoulder.

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[eijishimas]

in secret.

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content warnings: all characters are aged up. f!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), penatrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), fingering, slight exhibitionism.

notes: my first post on this new sideblog— i’ve really sinned here. there are soft parts in this too tho. enjoy.

wc: 2.4k

The dim glow coming from the lamp on Reki’s bedside table was the only source of light in the room. You were on your knees, situated between reki’s thighs while his pants were pooled around his ankles. His shirt had been acquainted with the floor, his chest and torso now on full display for you. His cock was straining against his boxers, causing him massive discomfort but he bit it back with a nervous smile. “Should we really be doing this? I mean, my mom’s home—“

“We should be fine as long as you’re quiet, right honey?” Your tone was sickly sweet as your fingers kept dancing up and down his tanned thighs. Nothing had really happened between the two of you, yet here Reki was, hard and horny and wanting you to just relieve him of the pent up stress he had been enduring throughout the week. He swallowed dryly, his hands gripping at his messy bed sheets. The low fire in the pit of his stomach was being fed by the bedroom eyes you were giving him. You were smiling, your eyes never leaving his as your mouth pressed featherlike kisses to his clothed hard on. Reki hissed, eyelids drooping as his face felt like it was burning. The red in his cheeks was so cute to you. You wanted to absolutely ruin him.

Your fingers hooked the waistband of his underwear, finally allowing his cock air to breathe as you pulled them down to the floor. A low moan came from your boyfriend as his dick met the cool night air. He really was trying to be quiet, but you both knew how long that would last. Your eyes were fixated on him, how his dick curved up and how his head was already a deep shade of crimson. He had been waiting for this. Precum bubbled at the tip of his cock, the head looking shiny to the point where it made your mouth water. You wet your lips, your own thighs rubbing together to subdue the familiar aching feeling plaguing you. Tonight was about Reki. Tonight was about giving him an outlet to release that stress and emotion he didn’t know how to deal with. It was about him.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you cooed, your hands now dragging up his inner thigh. His dick twitched, his amber eyes hazy with his pupils dilated. He watched with such awe and infatuation as your tongue lolled out of your mouth only to swirl around his overly sensitive head. Reki’s hands fisted at his sheets, his abdomen tightening while his breathing quickened. You hadn’t even started and he was already so needy. Giggling to yourself as you watched his pretty expressions, you allowed yourself to take more of him into your mouth. The warm, wet sensation of you around him made Reki’s head spin. He didn’t want to look away from you slowly taking his cock down your throat inch by inch. The feeling was so addictive, his blush deepening as his body felt hot all over.

“Fuck,” he swore quietly, his hand flying to his mouth to stifle the sound of pleasure that escaped him a little too loudly. He was whining, your cheeks hollowing to create a sucking sensation that had Reki’s thighs shaking ever so slightly. You stayed still, letting him just feel all of you around him. You moved skillfully around his cock, your head bobbing up and down while your hands pressed against his quivering thighs to keep them open. His hips were threatening to lift off the mattress, Reki feeling greedy for wanting more of the feeling of your tongue enveloping his entire cock. The noises that escaped past the redhead’s lips were such music to your ears. You knew he was restraining himself from being so loud, but the pants and heavy breathing that he couldn’t control were getting you wetter each minute that passed. He whispered out your name like a prayer, always keeping his eyes on you no matter how much they wanted to roll back and succumb to the intense pleasure he was feeling from you sucking his dick. And still, his eyes refused to leave your face. Your jaw slack, your lips stretched around his throbbing cock. It was all so much. It was beginning to get too much for him.

“Baby— Ah! Princess wait,” he breathed out raggedly through his fingers. He didn’t want to cum right now, not when he hadn’t even touched you. Hearing his pleas, you obliged them.

Your nose brushed against his pelvis before you slid your mouth off of him with a soft pop. His cock glistened with your saliva, looking even more ethereal in the low lighting of his room. A stray string of spit connected your bottom lip to his cock. You moved your lips to kiss the underside of his dick, a dull hum resonating within your throat to give him the feeling of vibrations on his achingly hard cock. All the while Reki was reaching for your face, wanting to just touch you, any part of you.

“Reki,” you spoke his name, your tongue licking a long stripe from the base of his dick all the way to his head, “I love hearing you. I love it when you get all worked up like this,” you told him as you felt a hand cupping your cheek. He tilted your head up to look at him. His face was beet red, his headband lopsided from the amount of times he had been raking his hand through his hair the entire time throughout your ministrations. The amount of love he held in his eyes made your heart melt. “I love you,” he uttered out. He hadn’t even cum and despite that, he was already such a sappy mess for you. “Wanna make you feel good,” he mumbled, guiding your head up as he leaned down to meet your lips. He was so sweet, his giving and caring nature more prominent through his actions more than ever. The way he kissed you held such passion and love, his tongue slipping into your mouth with ease. Flutters erupted in your stomach. “Can I please?” he asked politely, his dick continuing to ache and throb against your stomach. You smiled against him.

“You know I’m all yours already, honey.”

You stood up before your boyfriend, his eyes ravishing your body. He was practically undressing you himself with how intense his gaze was. You took his hands in yours, nodding your head as a form of consent before Reki finally slid his hands beneath the thin fabric of your shirt. You sighed, his warm hands meeting your supple breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra since you had intended to sleep over anyways. Reki’s mouth was on yours again, open and willing to let you take over tonight. You were always more than happy to take the lead with him. His hands pinched at your nipples, the feeling sending shivers up your body. You moaned into his mouth, letting him know directly and exactly what was making you feel pleasure. Your cunt was dripping for him, you were sure your slick was coating your thighs. Your fingers tugged at his messy locks as you made out sloppily on his bed, his hands massaging your breasts before he eventually pulled your shirt up and over your head so it could join the rest of your discarded clothes on the floor.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he told you in a soft voice, a smile spread across his lips as he drank in the sight of your naked torso like a glass of water. He eagerly pressed open mouth kisses to your neck, biting down on the spots he knew were most sensitive for you. He had memorized your body, knowing exactly what places made you squirm with anticipation and excitement for his touches. “Gorgeous. Stunning. Can’t believe you’re all mine baby,” he kept repeating praises to you over and over, making heat prickle in your stomach. “Tonight’s supposed to be about you, darling,” you giggled, your lips being captured by him once more. “Yeah, but I still gotta let the best girl know she’s the best,” he hummed cheekily, making you roll your eyes with a grin on your face. Even when you were about to go down on him, he could be such a dork. “Love you,” he mumbled, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck not long after he had sucked a couple hickies to your collar.

“I love you too. Now c’mon, I’ve got a dick to ride.”

He laughed at your words, pecking your lips and asking again with his eyes if what he was really doing was okay. You nodded, again, reassuringly. With the okay, Reki let your short shorts fall down your legs along with your panties, his eyes widening at the sight of how wet you were. Testingly, he rubbed your slick folds with two fingers. You moaned, head falling against his shoulder as your hips began to rut against his hand. He was entranced with how your essence coated his fingers, a single digit easing into your core. You clenched around him, whimpering as you wanted more of him inside you. You wanted all of him inside you. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, your fingers raking through his disheveled locks. Your body jolted as he added another finger, your hips moving forward for any sort of friction. Your clit brushed the head of his cock, causing you both to groan. The anticipation was finally getting to the both of you. You wanted him.

“Reki please,” you gasped out. His fingers curled as they were pushed in you up to his knuckles. “Need you, now,” you demanded despite you fucking yourself on his long fingers. Reki wanted to give back all the pleasure you had given him just moments before. He laid back down on his bed, letting you sit on top of him. Your legs straddled his waist, aligning his dick up with your pussy before you slowly sunk down on him, his entire girth disappearing within your slick heat. His hands had a firm hold on your thighs, his mouth forming in the shape of an ‘o’ as your pussy swallowed him whole. Nothing but pure bliss was on his mind. Despite Reki’s cock being on the average side in terms of girth, he certainly made up for it with length. You could feel him reaching deep within you, your pussy squeezing him in the most erotic ways possible. Your hands rested on his chest to steady yourself as you lifted yourself back up off of his dick before roughly impaling yourself once more. The moan that flew out of Reki made him slap his hand across his mouth. “Baby, fuck, oh shit— So tight,” he swore, his free hand snaking down to your dripping cunt to thumb at your clit.

Your body felt like it was being engulfed with heat, your hips rutting vigorously against his as his bed creaked below the two of you. His hair was sprawled out across the pillow like a halo around his head, his eyes half lidded as he watched your tits bounce right in front of his face. He looked mesmerized by you, his hips stuttering and bucking up on their own to match your movements. The sound of skin slapping and quiet, discrete moans echoed off the walls of Reki’s room. His name rolled off your tongue as if it were second nature, his fingers rubbing at your swollen, puffy clit as you rode him closer to your high. Your inner walls fluttered around him as you arched your back, taking a moment to grind down hard on his dick. His eyes were entirely focused on you and the way you looked so angelic on top of him, your thighs trembling as the wetness of your pussy dripped down to his balls. He was so close, but he wanted to cum with you. He wanted you two to experience your highs together. And he knew exactly how to do that.

He stopped stimulating your clit, his hands set on your hips to switch your positions so he was on top. He draped one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing you down hard into his mattress before he began to drill right into you. His brows were knit in concentration, this new angle suddenly giving him access to the one spot inside you that made you see stars. “Fuck!” you sobbed out, completely forgetting that you weren’t alone in the house at the moment. Though at that point, you didn’t care, throwing your head back as your vision started to dot with white. Your hands were clawing at his back, your nails leaving nasty red marks down his skin. You could hear the headboard of his bed continuously banging against the wall from how hard he was fucking you. “That’s it princess, I know exactly how you like it. Cum for me,” his voice was low and gravelly, his thrusts getting sloppier as he approached his own climax. He brought his head down to yours, your foreheads meeting as he babbled on about how fucking amazing you felt squeezing his dick.

The knot that had been coiling inside of you finally snapped, Reki’s name seemed to be the only word your brain could recall as you came hard around his cock. Reki’s hips met yours one last time, his seed shooting long, thick ropes inside of you, filling you right up to the brim. There was a moment of pure bliss between you two, your breathing uneven as Reki’s hair fell in front of his eyes. Reki kissed you sweetly and slowly, pure euphoria dripping from his body as he dragged his softening cock out of your used and overly sensitive pussy.

“Feel a bit better?” you asked of him gently, your body spent from a good session of fucking. Reki looked at you with glowing eyes, a smile present on his face as he kept delivering soft kisses to your face. “I’m always better when I’m with you!”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Ah well, you love it anyway, hah! Wanna watch a movie and cuddle?”

You snickered, legs feeling numb and your heart full of nothing but love for the redhead on top of you. “Sure, sweetheart. After we clean up.” He nodded, resting his head for a moment on top of you between your tits. The after sex glow was real as evidenced by the way he cuddled into you.

“Or after we cuddle, that’s fine too,” you teased. If you were being honest, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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content warnings: 18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up. just some reki masturbating to y/n’s instagram photos, oops. brief mentions of pillow humping at the end. f!reader.

notes: found in my drafts while i was cleaning out my notes, so here we are. also this was meant to be a drabble and turns out i can’t write anything but long fics about reki kyan tf.

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Reki’s hand was wrapped tightly around his dick, his headband lopsided as he felt incredibly hot in all his layers of his skate attire. He was breathing heavily, moaning into his pillow as he fisted his cock. It was late at night, he should really not be doing this. It was wrong. It was so awfully wrong to be masturbating to pictures of you, his closest friend aside from Langa. But he couldn’t help it. Your smile, your eyes, the way you smelled of fruit passion from your shampoo. He whimpered, eyes staying half lidded in an attempt to keep jerking it to your photo on screen. They weren’t even lewd photos either, just ones from your instagram that were completely innocent.

There were some photos on your feed of you out with friends having a couple of drinks, where your smile looked so radiant and genuine. Then there was another that was a selfie taken at golden hour, your skin clear as you had your tongue poked out goofily. God, you were so gorgeous. Reki could feel his heartbeat both in his chest and in his throbbing dick. His cock was practically drooling at the sight of you, at how much he wanted you, your body, so fucking badly. He was unbearably needy this late at night, but he couldn’t stop looking at his illuminated phone screen.

One of his favourites was most definitely the one of you in one of his t-shirts after a party. He remembered you slurring your words, begging him to give his shirt up because you were burning up in your top and besides, he had a lot of layers, he would still have a hoodie to wear. You had asked him for his shirt. Not Langa, but him. His ego skyrocketed that night, and you asked him to take a photo to commemorate the occasion. His teeth chewed on his bottom lip as he swiped through your instagram, finding that exact photo of you with his pink work shirt on, your face close to the camera with a wide, slightly intoxicated smile on your face. If he focused hard enough, he would be able to hear your flirty whispers and your silly giggles right to the shell of his ear. Reki shivered, feeling the knots in his stomach all the more prominently.

He gripped his cock tighter, trying to imagine how your hand would feel around him instead. Your fingers dancing along his sensitive skin, teasing his head with your thumb. Maybe if he was being good for you, you would slide your hot pussy down on his cock and he would be able to make you feel so good too. He wanted to make you feel just as good as you made him feel all the time. The mere idea of your fluttering cunt around him made another stray moan leave his mouth, his hand now moving erratically in an effort to make himself cum. He wanted you so bad. His body erupted in tremors, shaking from how horny he was. His eyes fluttered, threatening to close on him and to allow himself to get lost in the scenarios his perverted mind came up with. His mind felt so clouded, so foggy with the thoughts of you. He wanted you to open your mouth so he could give you all he had to offer, make white ropes all over your face and your chest. He wanted you.

Reki shouldn’t be thinking of his best friend like this, holy fuck this was so wrong but you were so nice to him. He wanted you to be nice to him, just in another way. As he kept pumping himself, he whined again into his pillow to muffle the sound. He wondered if you would like how loud he was, how much he moaned for how fucking incredible you made him feel.

He could feel his balls tightening, but he needed more. Opting to switch his position, Reki placed his phone on his bed and sat up on his knees. Taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth, he tugged his headband off to rake a shaky hand through his untamed red hair. Fuck.

Fuck.

His jawline jutted out perfectly, his eyes looking down at the picture of you on his phone so ravenously. “Y/n,” his voice came out muffled due to him holding up his shirt, his stomach exposed to the moonlight streaming in through his window, “Please Y/n.” He moaned as he fucked into his hand, not wanting to close his eyes in fear that he would lose sight of you in all your — technically his — pink shirt and innocent smile glory. Feeling a tight snap in his lower body, Reki let out a final, wanton moan. His form crumpled over as he aimed right for his phone. He came all over your face as best he could, his eyes hazed with lust as he mumbled about how good you were to him, how nice you were for letting him even cum, and how you could take his dick so well. His face was burning up, a clear sheen of sweat forming on his forehead and making his body glisten in the low lighting of the night.

He basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, chest heaving as he caught his breath. An overwhelming feeling of shame flooded through him. He needed to stop doing this. He really needed to stop this dirty habit of his. It was so fucking wrong and very much perverted. Though deep down, he knew he wouldn’t. Reki knew damn well he would be coming back to those photos again the next day, after he would see you at the skatepark again.

If only he were aware of how you grind on your pillow each night to the thought of him, specifically that one moment where he had hugged you from behind and you felt the outline of his semi hard on against your ass. Your hands gripping the sheets as you wear that pink shirt of his that never quite lost that scent of him, crying out how much you wanted him instead.

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