Slurpee please! With Nagito, Kazuichi, Hajime! Thank you, your writing makes me lose my mind <3
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featuring. hinata hajime, nagito komaeda, souda kazuichi x gn!reader
genre. smut
tw. penetration, oral, breeding, degradation, implied hate fuck, implied mommy/daddy kink
✸ hinata hajime.
• hajime can be bashful when it comes to all things romance and sex.
• that’s why he loves to hit it from behind; it’s just so much easier to take control when you’re looking the other way. he doesn’t have to think about maintaining eye contact, or what to do with his hands, or that stupid face he makes when he cums.
• it’s to the point and straightforward. it’s no-nonsense, animalistic, and—when he’s doing it—brutal.
“on your fours.”
hajime’s tone borders on irritation, no doubt the payoff of teasing him all night long (in front of his friends and family no less). you do as he pleases, a little too eager as you climb on the bed and bounce on the bedsheets. something rages inside of him, quietly but surely, when you turn your head to look back expectantly.
in a blur of motion he’s grabbing you by the hips, clothed cock finding purchase between your asscheeks as he pulls up behind you.
“think you’re such a sly little thing, don’t you?” he growls, bucking his hips to the rhythm of mounting frustration. “think you’re so sneaky, with your hands shifting under the dinner table.”
he scoffs when you press back, ass bobbing up and down in anticipation. like you can’t take him seriously. or—and this makes his blood positively boil—more like you just won’t.
“such a textbook whore.”
he pins you in between his knees, pausing only to grimace at the ache in his balls, a nightlong ordeal with but a single remedy. you wiggle as best as you can in his ironclad hold, and though tauntingly or playfully he can’t quite tell, his mind is already set.
“this is gonna hurt.”
✸ nagito komaeda.
• nagito is more shameless in this regard. when he’s really into it, nothing can faze him.
• he’s starved for close intimacy, so he likes his bunny best in a tight mating press. he wants to feel every inch of you when you’re fucking, and that’s just about as close as he can get.
• even better if you can get your legs around his waist—the second he feels you wrapped around him is the second he’s ready to blow his load.
• good god, he could empty his balls inside you right then and there; but he holds out for as long as possible, if only to ride out the high a few moments longer.
he’s literally balls deep inside you.
he does his best to kiss the strain in your legs better, but every squelch of his slick harkens back to the burn in your muscle and the stretch of your walls. everything’s so snug, from the caress of his tongue to the press of his balls against your ass.
the buzz of your breath is his sole reward, mouth-to-mouth moan dampened by the crush of his lips. he savors it, echoes back in return, even, groaning just a little too loud as he slows his pace.
his thrusts are unhurried yet forceful, each push punctuated by the pause he gives to grind against your pelvis. it gives you shivers and him a means to last longer—though outlasting you outright is certainly out of the question.
so he fucks you even harder when he’s on the brink of collapse, bodies melded together as he coats your walls a solid white. his legs are giving out but he pushes his limit still, cause really, you’re not gonna breed yourself.
✸ souda kazuichi.
• souda kazuichi is a certified cock/cuntsucker. and a panty sniffer. and a general, all-around pervert.
• what he wouldn’t give for the chance to slow down and admire your body…
• there’s something about face-sitting in particular that gets him all hot and bothered.
• maybe it’s the act of being pinned down and sat on. maybe it’s the proximity it allows him to your most sensitive parts, all for himself to admire up close and personal.
• the smell of your slick is nothing short of intoxicating; believe me when i say he could spend all day underneath you.
“faster, baby.”
the broad of his tongue is mid-swipe as you grind on his face, shameless in your request for more. kazuichi is quick to oblige, long, languid strokes morphing into tight-knit swirls of desperation, grip on your thighs tightening as he moans in words of agreement.
“so good to me,” you whisper, hips rocking as his lips buzz against you, rumbly with something eager to please and to be pleased. the way your legs clench around his head is reward enough, but then you’re threading his fingers in his hair and calling his name, telling him he’s your sweet baby boy and that he’s doing such a good fucking job and that you’re so, so close.
he kisses you up as you’re creaming, places chaste pecks along your hip bone while you quiver and quake. he’s using his fingers now, pressuring you to and past climax, over the edge and then some.
don’t get him wrong, he loves pressing his face up against your heat—but he’d much rather watch as you gush at the end.
𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋
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