#ilonanan posts

[ilonanan]

dry humping doesn’t stay dry if you do it right

warnings: nsfw, dry humping (not for long), humiliation, impact play

“fuuuuckkk, baby,” you hear him rasp from beneath you. “look at ya, you’re doing so well.”

you whine in response, hips bumping against his quicker and harder. each roll of your hips increase in pressure, desperately chasing that friction against your clit. it’s so frustratingly good—but your pussy is aching for skin to skin.

he looks at you with dazed eyes, blown out and fixated on the pleasure and the sight of purely you. his boxers have already shown to darken in the past few minutes, and your panties are quick to follow. every bump of his clothed erection against your aching clit has you pressing down firmer against his crotch. your hands have purchase on his biceps, squeezing the muscles as you beg for more.

“need more—ah—!” you cry as the man beneath you grabs onto your hips, firmly rolling you down in a controlled and precise way to have you drunk. “need it—you—in me!”

“nah, gotta make you cum like this first,” he drawls out crudely, raising one of his hands towards your face. “you haven’t even asked me what i want, dollface. you’ve just been using me.”

yeah, right.

the reddening skin of your hips and your ass from earlier says otherwise. he’s so mean, controlling the way you rub up on him then blaming you—it’s not your fault it feels so damn good. his hand that reached up is now on your chin, caged between his thumb and index finger. it’s to make you look at him—really—but your eyes don’t follow. instead they’re rolled back, off and away to focus on the intoxicating pleasure of his cock twitching against your heat.

“tch, you’re pathetic,” he spits at you. he releases your chin and winds his hand back for a few seconds before landing a slap against your cheek. it’s not gentle—it’s crude and humiliating—but you moan at the impact anyway. he forces you to look at him again, and this time your eyes are trained on his. he stares at you with such venom, like he’s ready to break you apart if need be. “you fuckin’ look at me when i talk to you. got that?”

you mumble out a slurred “yes” before he slaps you again. “couldn’t hear you, pretty. say it again.”

“yessssss—!”

your panties are completely drenched with arousal, and it’s shared as it soaks through his boxers as well. arousal thins out the fabric, and you can feel his cock moving against your clit. you’re dizzy—your eyes are trained on him but you don’t actually see him. all your focus pours into the speed of your hips, bouncing yourself on his lap like there’s no tomorrow.

you can feel it coming—you’re almost past your breaking point. and the way he groans and moans beneath you, his back arching against the pillows and the bed, make it clear that he’s close too. “that’s right, my dirty girl. chase—hah—chase that fuckin’ high of y—yours..”

“w–wanna cum t–together!” your lips find his in a sloppy kiss. your tongue doesn’t hesitate to push back the barrier of his lips, and he allows you to. it’s so dirty, saliva dripping down each other’s chins as your bodies entangle into one another. you’re so tired—but luckily his hands are there to help and guide you.

as soon as he feels your hips falter, stuttering as you reach your high, he takes the reigns. he’s moving you up and down against his cock at a faster rate than before, and overstimulation breaks in for you. he lets out a guttural groan into your mouth as he feels his cock twitch once—twice—and now he’s cumming into his boxers.

the fabric doesn’t do much to absorb it—between your clothed heats—lies a slimey, translucent stream of white connecting both of you.

your body collapses into his, and he catches you with arms wrapped around your waist. you two lie there for a few moments before you can feel his hand slapping gently at your butt, gesturing for you to get up. and you do, raising your hips and one leg off over him.

you think you two are done—until he halts you from lying down. you shoot him a confused, dizzy look, and then you feel his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to tug them off.

“thought ya said you wanted me in you, doll?”

a/n: i didn’t know who to write for here’s ur favs x you!!

[ilonanan]

itoshi rin - "keep looking only at me"

written for my girlies: @meowridoza @aprilite

sypnosis: you’re tired of holding back the topic of sae in front of rin, and he’s terrified of losing you to him.

warnings: nsfw, aged up!rin (18+), smut, angst, unprotected sex (p in v), slight dacryphilia, cowgirl, jealousy, creampie, sub!rin

rin had always focused on his brother, sae itoshi. watching him play soccer was his favorite pastime, seeing just how cool his big brother was. rin was present every practice and every game—anywhere sae went, rin was there. that was until you came along.

the three of you aren't quite sure how you became a third party in their close bond, but since then, you haven't left their side. you met them once rin began to follow in sae's footsteps, and suddenly, rin's attention was never solely on sae anymore. every frame of his memory always seemed to include you in some shape or form, whether it be your silhouette, your face smiling widely while cheering for him and sae, or even the sound of your voice. even the thought of you gave rin that fluttery feeling within his stomach, and his chest ached with an unknown feeling—not pain, but something else.

rin always thought his dream would never change—he was going to become the second-best striker in the world after sae.

but rin's dream came crumbling down the night sae returned from spain—and you were the first person he ran to after his dream came down in ruins. it was the first time you'd ever seen him cry, voice broken as he asked you questions you didn't have answers to. you could only hold rin in your arms as his tears soaked through the fabric of your sweater—and even the scent of your perfume and the soothing sound of your voice couldn't lift his spirits up this time.

in rin's eyes, it's just been you and him since then. his big brother wasn't a part of his life anymore, and you were the only person by his side when he made his promise to himself. he'll make sae itoshi notice him.

but no matter how broken their bond was, you couldn't bring yourself to detach from sae. rin knew, even as all of you aged through the years. he noticed the name of the notifications that popped up on your phone whenever you thought he wasn't looking. he noticed the way you would almost get ahead of yourself—psyched to share what crazy thing the sae itoshi did in his last soccer game that you personally attended. rin noticed the way you bit back your lip whenever he expressed his resentment toward sae, or how you half-heartedly joined in just to validate his feelings.

you don't have to pretend, is what rin wants to say. but he doesn't. he thinks he'd break if you even mentioned how close you still are to sae. not because of a fucked-up mindset that he should be closer to his brother than a damn family friend. no. rin's jealous of his brother. rin wants your attention solely on him—wants to be the topic of conversation when you talk to sae—wants to be the one texting you when you're with sae.

but rin's far too scared to ever admit his feelings like that, choosing to curse and beat himself over it. so, what happens when he's finally had enough?

you were tired of hiding your obvious bond with sae from rin—you just wanted to let him know how his brother was doing. it enraged you how uninterested rin seemed—disregarding every single word you said that was even remotely related to sae.

"hey, rin, did you see that goal? it was, like, perfect!" excitement festers in your tone as you turn your phone screen towards rin. you're both settled on the couch of his home. but you forget the person you're speaking to is rin—not one of your other friends who fangirl over the famous soccer prodigy that refuses to play for japan. you're about to say more—get ahead of yourself and expose your passion for his brother's match until rin clicks his tongue.

"shut up, i don't want to hear about that pest," rin spits, pure venom in his voice. it's unnatural—to you, at least. his sudden drop in demeanor hurts your heart a little, and bitterness overtakes ration.

"what the fuck is your problem, rin? i can't talk about one of the things i'm into around you?" you spit back at him, and his eyes widen in surprise. "you might not like him—but i do."

rin hates how your words feel like daggers to his heart. what's worse is that you continue your rant.

"you might think that he's shit and that you'll surpass him, but for god's sake, rin, he was invited to play for the u20's and you weren't!"

rin doesn't yell, doesn't react in a burst of anger. he only mumbles, "stop."

"i'm tired of walking on eggshells around you, rin!" stop. "he's not some shit player, he's the reason you even started playing in the first place." stop. "your desire to surpass him is more of a shackle than a drive to get better."

"just stop it," rin says softly, "please." and you're about to continue, throwing aside your phone and facing your full body towards rin to spit in his face—but you don't. what you see catches you off guard; it's a sight you haven't seen since that one night. guilt washes over you briskly and your hands find purchase on rin's as he turns his head away from you. but his hiding doesn't do much, you see the tears that slowly stream down his cheeks.

he doesn't fight your hold; instead, he succumbs into your touch easily. you're not sure if you should hug him or even say anything—not with how confusing rin is. "rin... i'm sorry."

"don't replace me with him," rin begs, voice quiet and broken. you barely hear his whispers, but they still don't make sense.

"what do you mean?" you take the chance to ask, confusion settling in.

rin takes sudden initiative to grab your hands, turning his body towards you. he places your hands on his thighs, and he looks—really looks—at you. his tear-stained face is on full display for you to see; they run down his cheeks, leaving you excited in a way you shouldn't. he inhales slowly and exhales shakily, trying to find his voice. "it's me you should be looking at."

the pieces are starting to fall in place in your head, and you decipher that jealousy is the source of rin's words. "he's not worthy of your attention. i know i'm not better than him yet, but i need you to watch me try."

you're not stupid. you understand that this is rin's way of confessing to you. but you don't say anything, not yet. you watch as his eyes fall, gaze dropping to your lap—anywhere that isn't your face. he's too ashamed to see if you're judging him. it's only the second moment of weakness he's exposed to you. and again, it's always about sae. but this time, it's different—rin doesn't want to lose you to sae.

you let rin wallow in his shame for a few minutes, silence bestowed upon both of you as a blessing and a curse. when you hear rin's sniffles die down, instead of saying something to lighten the mood, your hands run up and down his thighs as if you're asking him something. he lifts his head slightly, just enough to be able to look you in the eye. there, he sees it.

there's pity in your eyes—but there's something else. you're gazing at him with something more intense, foreign—intimate. rin is now hyperaware of your touch, fingers twitching against his thighs, inching closer and closer to his hips. he's aware of the way you breathe, how you're now taking longer to inhale and exhale, and how the intervals between them are longer as well. but he also realizes how his heart is beating much faster, and now anxiety settles into his nerves.

"rin." your voice cuts off his ability to think in endless strings of words. "my eyes have only been on you for years."

he sucks in a breath when you lift yourself off the couch, leg lifting over his as you settle your knees adjacent to both of his hips. you're taller than him like this, and he's forced to look up as he maintains eye contact with you. you put your weight on his lower thighs as your hands find purchase on his biceps. you squeeze on the muscles for a bit before your arms trail up further, slithering around his neck, effectively pulling you further up his lap and eventually on his crotch. rin knows you can feel the bulge that's actively growing bigger beneath you, and how it meets your clit through clothed movements.

rin's eyes flutter shut, unintentionally batting his pretty eyelashes at you, as you begin to move your hips against him. you feel warmth around your waist, and you chuckle at the sight of rin's arms wrapping around you, his head falling back as he breathes in the scent of you. he's so, so pretty. his eyelashes are still wet from his previous tears, and he fights the urge to let more drop as lust overtakes his senses. his mouth falls open, a string of curses and soft moans overflowing from him.

you shift your upper body closer to his, breasts pressing up against his chest as you bring your lips to his ear. "can i prove it to you?"

it should be illegal how fast rin nods his head. you don't need more confirmation—the way he bucks his hips into yours is proof enough. you want to tease him, you do, but you feel bad for making him cry. even if he's fucking gorgeous when he cries. so, you dip your hand between the two of you, fingers finding their way below the waistband of his sweats and boxers. you pull the bands down slightly, just enough to expose rin's cock to the cold air of his home.

rin lets out a particularly loud moan when your hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few jerks of the wrist. "don't—fuck—don't tease—ah!" your trail your hand up his cock and wrap your palm around the tip of his cock, rubbing it against the sensitive head. "fuucckkkk..."

your arm that's still around his neck winds back, using it to grab ahold of his chin. you guide his face to yours and press your lips to his, kissing him with years of suppressed feelings. the tears don't take long to start again, and immense euphoria fills his senses. rin's waited years to hold you and kiss you like this, to pour his feelings into you and have them reciprocated. you feel the salt of his tears against your cheeks as well, and that only fuels the flame burning in your pelvis.

withdrawing your hand from rin's cock, you push aside your shorts and panties. you find his dick again and bring it against the exposed parts of your pussy. rin whines into your mouth as you bring the head to your clit, rubbing the tip against it. your arousal coats his tip, and the precum that beads on his slit leaves a string connecting both of you. rin almost chokes when you no longer rub his tip against your clit but even further below that.

using your hand, you guide rin into your pussy, and he swears—swears he's never felt anything better. he cries into your mouth as your walls squeeze around his length that slowly pushes in, and he fights the urge to thrust up and fill you to the brim. you pull your lips away from his, both of your breathing labored and ragged. your forehead is pressed to his, sweat already emerging from both your temples. his hands fly to your hips as soon as he bottoms out and you're fully situated on his cock.

you can feel how rin twitches inside you, feel every artery that pulses in his cock. and rin can feel all your muscles twitch and grip him like a fucking vice. he almost isn't prepared for when you start actually moving—riding him in earnest.

your hips bump against his in a steadfast pace, moving up and down his cock like he's the only thing you cling onto in this world. rin has his hands on your hips, but he's scared to put any pressure or force your movements. he fights the urge to dig his fingers to meet the bone of your hips, leave moon crescents in the plush of your skin, claim you by leaving scars as if you’re a document that needs a signature. he almost wants the world to see the evidence that you’re his, that you’re here.

it’s almost as if you read his mind.

your hands are now on his shoulders, holding onto him as you force your pussy onto his cock over and over again. it's dizzying—you're dizzying—intoxicating. your lips find rin's again, and this time his tongue pushes past to meet yours. you let him, and you moan into his mouth as he swallows all of your sounds.

your mouth opens in attempt to talk, and you barely can as rin tries to muffle you with his tongue. "rin—you feel so fucking—hah—good—!"

“q—quit talking,” rin mumbles half-heartedly, “gonna c—cum soon…”

he’s not lying, you can feel that he’s not. his cock twitches inside of you, and you can feel it jerk up into your pussy whenever you rise your hips, dragging it just to the tip remaining inside. his voice, whiny and with that confusingly-smooth rasp, heightens in pitch. he’s panting as if he just finished a one-on-one in a soccer match. the rational part of his brain is overtaken with lust and he hates that it clashes with the intimate desires to just care for you.

rin has wanted you for so long, waited years of what he thought was unrequited love. he just wants to hold and make sweet, soft love to you, the girl he grew up with. but those feelings clash with the lust that wells up within him. you two are so dirty, the speed and force of your hips bouncing up and down his cock isn’t anything sweet. the string of saliva that connects both of your lips when you two pull away isn’t innocent. it’s intimate, but it’s dirty—and he fucking loves it.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t.

your hand reaches down to grab the back of his, dragging it up beneath your clothes and to your chest. rin chokes when he feels you force his hand on one of your tits, and it’s instinctual when his fingers claw slightly to squeeze the flesh. the plush of your boob in his hand, and the moan that flutters out of your mouth pushes his sensitivity to its peak. rin squeezes harder as he forces his face into the nook of your neck, panting im gonna cum im gonna cum over and over again.

and he does, crying out as he feels it inside you. it suddenly feels so wet inside of you, even more than before. and instead of riding him like you did earlier, you roll your hips against his over and over again, clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. you cum too, and rin sobs when he feels your cunt erratically clench around him.

you lie on top of him like that for a while, panting into each other’s skin. he mumbles a “thank you” before you slowly rise off him. his cum doesn’t take long to drip out of you, and you giggle at his reaction. rin’s face instantly turns red, lust almost completely drained, hand falling from your tit. you find purchase on his arm again and bring it to your cunt, dragging his fingers through the mess he made inside of you. he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight.

“eyes up, rin. i’ll only look at you if you look at me.”

rin can only obey your command.

a/n: eeek ive been so busy guys, sorry this took so long!!

[ilonanan]

hiori dark yandere hcs…..

(im talking bout knifeplay, sex toys, stalking, sadism, eg) -f reader

hiori yo - "i'm an ultra-sadist"

warnings: nsfw, aged up hiori (18+), dark/triggering topics, sadism & masochism, knifeplay, bloodplay, stalker themes, yandere themes, overstim, edging, p in v sex, oral sex, period sex, sex toys (vibrators)

note: the second part is just downright filthy lmao

stalker!hiori who always seemed to bump into you at the most coincidental times, offering you help, directions to somewhere you happened to be heading, or even supplies that you happened to need. not just in crowded public settings, but even in the quiet parts of the streets, bumping into him as he flashes you that warm smile.

stalker!hiori who seemed to be so considerate towards you, and you eventually fell for his natural charisma. suddenly, he didn't need an excuse to follow you around. he didn't need a reason to hide behind buildings, bushes, and trees just so he wouldn't see you. he could stand right next to you. as your boyfriend.

stalker!hiori loves his alone time and cherishes any moments he can just destress by himself. but even if he needs that time away from everyone, he still needs reassurance that you're still here.

stalker!hiori who checks your location between matches when you're not over at his place, pulling his attention away from his screen as he waits to queue for another match. once he queues, he places his phone against the stand of his lamp, screen facing toward him. what if you needed him and he couldn't hear the notification?

stalker!hiori who never meets up with you immediately, always hiding for a minute or two to watch you. only when he feels as if he’s watched you enough, he’ll come up to greet you like the perfect boyfriend he is. it’s to keep you safe, he mumbles as he watches you from afar.

stalker!hiori who tries convinces himself he’s not creepy as he scrolls through an internal log in his mind, documenting everything he’s noticed from you. he’s just curious about you, he tells himself.

you’re so frustrated—it’s evident in the way hiori observes you. he’s still as a statue behind the wall, the very edge of his face peeking around the corner, baby blue strands of hair obscuring his vision somewhat. hiori watches in silence, eyeing the guy standing in front of you.

you’re so confused—this guy before you had confessed to you only yesterday, and now he’s getting cold feet? that’s the third guy this month! it seems to be a cycle: a guy confessing, you deciding to give the dude a chance, only for him to back out within a week. what you don’t understand is why all of them seem to be deathly afraid when they break the news.

the guy before you is no different. he’s stumbling over his words, bowing almost 90 degrees just to apologize to you. if they’re so remorseful, why are they trying to play you?

what you’re unaware of is the man around the corner, eyes wide and possessive. a smirk forms on his lips as he eyes down the poor guy in front of you. hiori is ecstatic.

you don’t know that he threatened the past three guys to leave you alone. you don’t know the graphic things hiori detailed to these boys, harassing them anonymously. he left notes in lockers, random texts and calls, anything to scare them away from you.

“i’m sorry! i was lying when i said i liked you—” that’s the last you ever hear from these boys.

you scoff in annoyance, irritated that you got played three times in a row now. you click your tongue,” whatever. you just wasted my time.”

hiori yo is ecstatic.

sadist!hiori who lives for the fear in your eyes—the prey to his predator. of course, he’d never hurt you to such an extent to scare you off completely, but god. when his mind slips into that dark place, full of fantasies and images of what he could do to you, he can’t help the blood that rushes to his cock.

sadist!hiori who can’t get you out of his mind, even before you two even got together. it’s what he thinks of during late nights, in between soccer and video game matches, during his most vulnerable moments.

sadist!hiori who can’t help but groan as he palms himself through his clothes, just the thought of you being so pliant for him turning him on. he mutters soft apologies and pleas as his hand slips beneath his waistband.

sadist!hiori who makes sure to let you know of his tendencies once you finally get together. he thinks he might just fuck you right now with how compliant you are with his kinks and fetishes.

sadist!hiori who loves humiliating you. whether that’s by teasing you in public, threatening to post your dirty pictures and videos, or just by mocking you during intimate moments, he loves it.

sadist!hiori who has new things to try with you almost every week. he’s brought home all sorts of ropes, some soft and comfy for your skin, and some rough enough to leave red marks on your skin. but you don’t complain—instead you beg for it tighter, rougher. sometimes he'll just use articles of clothing to restrain you, maybe even gag you at times.

sadist!hiori who loves to choke you, or even just hold your neck as his cock pushes into your pussy. he'll use your neck to guide your body when you're riding him.

sadist!hiori who loves using vibrators on you. he buys so many for you, and you go out at least once every two weeks with a vibrator up your cunt. he has the controller, of course, and he tortures you by putting that shit on its highest setting whenever you’re talking to someone. and if you decide to act like a brat to him? telling him to piss off and turn it off? he does the exact opposite and keeps it that way until y’all get home.

sadist!hiori who loves seeing marks and bruises on your skin, especially if they’re from him. he leaves you littered with hickeys and love bites, pressing on them afterwards just to hear your whines and whimpers of pain.

sadist!hiori who’s into dacryphilia. your tears are such a turn on for him, and he loves making you sob until your makeup is running down your face.

sadist!hiori who loves your blood. the taste, the color, he doesn’t care as long as it’s you. entirely you. he’s obsessed with seeing your blood rush to the surface as he cuts you. he loves watching the red bead in the line of the cut, letting it well up enough just to smear it across your skin with his thumb. he salivates almost every time he gets a taste of your blood, metallic and sweet causing tingles on his tongue.

sadist!hiori who loves fucking you on your period. he loves watching the blood mixed with arousal gush around his fingers, cock, whatever he decides to put inside you. he loves the mess. he’s entirely whipped by how sensitive you are. he’s probably not opposed to eating you out on your period as well. red looks so good on him, after all.

sadist!hiori is so intent on blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. when you’re with him, you’re really not sure when pleasure ends and pain begins. you’re delirious with how his teeth pierce your skin, drawing blood as if he were a fucking vampire.

sadist!hiori loves to edge you for hours, making you beg for that short moment of euphoria. only once he’s decided that you’ve earned it, he’ll let you cum. soon, you’re begging for the opposite of what you’ve asked prior—now you’re begging him to stop. he’ll edge you for so long only to overstimulate you, coaxing one orgasm after another.

“ah—yo, f-fuck!” you squeal out, your hands balling at his bedsheets. “please jus’ lemme cum!”

“ah-ah, sugar. you haven’t earned it yet,” hiori sings, torturing you with his happy-go-lucky tone. “still, you look so pretty like this. and it’s all f’me, ain’t it?”

“yo—! please!” you grab onto his wrist, trying to keep his hand plastered to your cunt. he’s been torturing you for hours.

what started off with him dragging a knife dangerously close to your cunt, led to this. he only intended to carve a few words of praise onto your thighs, marking you as his. but watching the blood pool and scab around his name got him incredibly aroused. he wanted nothing but to downright ruin you. where has that led you? to the current moment.

you’re sprawled out beneath him, legs hooked around him. his cock is plunging in and out of you aggressively, and you can hear the dirty squelch each time he moves. you’re so wet, it’s humiliating. all you can hear is your pretty boyfriend’s pornographic moans and how your arousal gushes around hiori’s cock. you don’t even realize how loud you’re moaning—don’t even realize hiori laughing at how pathetic you sound.

from this position, he can see all the pretty red cuts and purple hickeys he left all over your body. tears are pouring from the sides of your cheeks with how frustrated you are from getting edged and humiliated like this. he hears the cry you let out at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. god, you’re so fucking cute.

“fine. ya wanna cum?” hiori gathers your hands above your head and abruptly pins both of your wrists onto the bed. he uses his free hand to angle your hips a little higher, and you fucking sob. “you can cum, alright.”

the new angle gives him access to that one spot inside of you, and you enter euphoria as soon as the tip of his cock makes contact. it's so intense, hours of being pent-up and teased, held on the edge for so long—it has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. hiori doesn’t let up even after your orgasm has seemed to wash over—no, he’s bullying that spot with pinpoint precision.

“can’t take more! t’much—yo—please!” you beg, tears falling faster than before.

“huh? thought ya wanted to c—cum, sugar.” hiori’s so fucking mean. everything about him is so mean. “i’m gonna pull as many as i can get from ya 'until 'til i cum.”

he’s not lying. in fact, he even speeds up the pace of his hips. his cock drags along the walls of your pussy with such force, and you choke out a sob with every thrust.

“you’re gonna take me—” thrust. “like a good—” thrust. “fucking—” thrust. “sl—slut.” hiori moans out the last word as he feels your walls flutter around him. you want to hold him, to grab onto him, to ground yourself as your second orgasm intensifies, and you can’t. hiori has your wrists pinned above your head to make you feel helpless. your control is slipping, and his power over you only grows. you’re so utterly ruined and it's only the second orgasm of the night.

both of you are drunk on each other, absolutely delirious and driven by pleasure. even if hiori seems to be clear-headed, he’s absolutely whipped from the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. you’re so fucking tight, and he wants to cum badly. but hiori wants to drag this out, make you go stupid before he can cum.

“f-fuck. keep squeezin’ me like that and you’re gonna kill me,” hiori sighs out. one of his hands is still on your hip, lifting it up to allow him access to that spot that makes you see fucking stars. you’re so sensitive to everything. you can feel every single cut and bruise he’s left on your skin, and it’s a pleasurable kind of pain. the tip of his cock is bullying your insides with such force and precision that you can feel yourself going stupid. every time his pelvis meets your clit, your orgasm builds up again and again—until you’re cumming all over his cock again for the third time in a row.

hiori thinks you’re so pretty like this, eyes washed over with tears, makeup running down your cheeks, and swollen lips from prior make outs. he scans your body, from your breasts and all the way down to where both of you are connected.

there's a ring of white formed around the base of his cock, and every time he pulls out just to plunge back in, he can see himself shining. you’re so fucking wet. you can barely even speak now—hiori can tell. he lets go of your hips but still manages to locate that sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly. his hand trails down to your pussy, thumb settling right on your clit.

you almost choke.

“yo—! baby, please! too—t’sensitive there!” you’re actually wail, and that seems to replenish whatever stamina hiori has lost, cause now he’s thrusting his hips impossibly harder into your cunt.

“yeah? i think you want it rougher then,” he laughs.

hiori quickly pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss. but your whines are replaced by a yelp when the palm of his hand makes contact with your clit and you hear a clap! this sick bastard just slapped your cunt.

his hand flies back to the base of his cock, eyes glued straight to your pussy. hiori rubs the tip of his dick on your clit for a minute before guiding it back in, reveling in the way you thrash against him. “feels too g-good! so—so sensitive!”

“yeah? keep cummin’ on my dick then, sweetheart. i still have a long way to go.”

fuck.

a/n: i LOVE whoever made this request btw. i was geeked the fuck out writing this entire thing. i hope i didn't disappoint!

[ilonanan]

isagi yoichi - misses his ex

warnings: nsfw, aged up!isagi (18+), mean ex!isagi, minor angst, degradation, brat tamer (ish), impact play, spit in mouth, tummy bulge, penis in vagina sex, creampie, unprotected sex

you really don't know how you got here.

it's not anything different than a usual friday night. your last weekday is typically full of destressing activities, followed by an easy night. you're currently lying on your bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets that seem to heat the room intensively. the atmosphere in your room, usually cool and cozy, arises as something further than intense. your body is already feverish, hot, and something else you can't explain. not until the man between your legs groans suddenly.

ーyour room is full of need.

isagi is perched between your legs with you on your bed. you don't really know why he's hereーwell, you have a vague idea with the way he's been pounding into you for the past hour. it's well past the time his soccer practice is overーthe entire reason he broke up with you in the first place. i want to focus on soccer. i'll be too busy to maintain our relationship. you want meーand i want you too, but i can't let go of my dream yet.

damn fucking right.

you hate him, really. for leaving you stranded after committing for so long. he thinks he hates himself tooーfrustrated that he had to choose one dream over another. but god, did he love how your eyes were full of venom.

"keep starin' at me with those daggers in your eyes, baby," he laughs breathlessly, running a hand through his front bangs. "you hate me, don't you?"

"this means nothing, yoiーyoichi," albeit out of breath, you bite back. you don't love him anymore. he dumped you like nothing, let all your prior memories go like they were nothing. "you're here for a quick fuck, then you'reーahーout."

his mouth stretches into a wide grin as your words fight back with poison. you're desperately trying your hardest to maintain control as he bullies your insides with force you didn't even know was possible. you've already let him in, let him use and degrade you like thisーwhy are you still trying?

it's not like you stopped him from barging in after answering an unexpected knock on your door. it's not like you fought back when he dropped his things, roughly cupping at the sides of your jaw to pull you in. you wanted it. you didn't expect any of thisーbut you wanted this for so long. you didn't fight back when he roughly pulled you to meet his lips, kissing you with such passion as guilt pooled into his chest.

god, he missed you.

but he can't stand the hatred in those beautiful eyes of yours. isagi can take that look from anyone elseーfrom his teammates on the fieldーkaiser, ness, rinーbut not from you. not from his girl.

"don't act all bitchy with me," isagi lands a particularly hard thrust, straight to that spot that gets you dumb. "your pussy's already speaking for you, baby. she's so wet f'me."

his body hovers over you as he stares at you with eyes blown wide, fire burning behind his irises. he's already decoding how to break you down and make you stupid, puzzle pieces already fitting in perfectly. he sees the way you refuse to turn your face toward him despite having you in missionary, sees the way you resist your own hands from grabbing onto him. you can't show that kind of submission. not to the guy who left you. it gets his blood boiling, but he's grinning like a maniac, and whatever composure he had remaining evaporated.

isagi drags his cock out, tip barely hanging onto the vice grip your pussy has around him, only to plunge back in. the sudden intrusion has you shaping your mouth to form a silent moanーtoo scared to show even an ounce of vulnerability to him. isagi notices, he always notices. so, he reaches his hand to your chin, grabbing ahold of you and forcing you to look his way.

"don't hide from me. show me that dumb face of yours," he accentuates his words with a rough thrust, tip hitting your cervix. "if you won't tell me how good i make you feel, show it to me on your face."

his other hand grabs at the mass of your boobs, kneading the flesh between his palm like you're still his. he can already feel the hardening of your nipples as he takes one between his index and middle finger. he rolls the sensitive bud between his phalanges with enough pressure to crack your first wall downーmoaning like you used to. not some half-ass pant or whineーno, you moan like a fucking pornstar.

isagi almost wants to show off the sounds he elicits from you.

he tightens his grip on your chin and leans further into you. with a low voice, he directs, "open your mouth, slut." you already know what's coming and you try to turn your head away. but isagi feels the jerk in your head. "poor girl, do i have to do everything for you?"

isagi shoves his thumb between your lips, and you wish you had the heart to bite his finger off. but you don't, instead you let him, and you despise the way the wet sounds from where you two are connected gets even louder. you're sure he can feel how he got you even more wet around his cock. you prepare yourself as he presses down on your tongue to widen your mouth further.

he doesn't let up the pace of his hips slamming into yours as he brings his mouth closer to yours. he removes his thumb from your mouth, and you whine when you hear him spit into your mouth, a glob of saliva landing straight onto your tongue. isagi only laughs as he watches your expression tense, he knows the memories of your relationship flash through your mind. he brings his lips closer to your ears and whispers before pulling away, "be good and swallow, 'kay?"

you nod weakly before you do, tasting him entirely on your tongue. you feel so fucking dirty. you know isagi is loving every single second of it.

"see? was that soーfuck... so hard?" his voice heightens in pitch slightly, and you can feel his hips getting jittery. you're reduced to whines as you let yourself go to submission. "fuuuck, baby girl. you're gonna make me cum soon."

his moans get louder and more frequent, and his words only make you want to challenge him. it's your only form of control that you get to have. so, you clench down on him hard, squeezing down on him that has him moaning like a whore. but you forget he's isagi yoichi. the famous soccer player whose specialty is adaptability. he'll only challenge you back.

and he doesーhis hand that was on your breast trails down to your pelvis. his main fingers rest on the bulge his cock creates in your tummy while his thumb settles on rubbing careful circles on your clit. the sensation is too muchーfingers pressing on your most sensitive spot and putting pressure on where he protrudes your body. "keep acting like a bratーi'll be sure to treat you like one every fuckin' time."

isagi's hips jerk forward repeatedly, aiming for the spot that has you coming undone in just seconds. and he finds it immediatelyーof course he did, he has it memorized like the back of his hand.

"fuckー! yoiーbaby! i'm gonna cum!" you squeal out desperately, your hands finally finding claim on isagi's biceps. isagi grins as your final wall against him breaks and you succumb to him.

"yeah? cum for me, baby. i'll be right after you." and you do. you come undone on isagi's cock, moaning and whimpering as if you were still his girlfriend. you don't even seem to realize this isn't just sex anymoreーit's intimacy, and you've already gone back to calling him baby.

you're still high on the feeling of your orgasm as isagi uses his remaining strength to chase his. the convulsions of your walls around his dick have him panting and finishing with a groan. your walls squeeze him so perfectly, he could swear that your bodies were made for each other. his hips stutter as you begin to fall from your high, pace slowly slightly as he feels his cum spurt inside of you.

your body relaxes as you pant, regaining your breath and clearing your head. isagi follows suit as his body collapses on top of yours, his forehead resting right against the juncture between your neck and your clavicle. you two lay there in a few minutes of silence, his dick slowly pulling out of you as it softens. you can feel the warm fluid dripping out of you as soon as he pulls out, and you whine at the loss of fullness. he laughs in response and takes his head out of your neck.

you look down at him as he places his chin on your chest, his hands slithering to meet yours. you're weak to himーletting him interlock his fingers with yours. isagi flutters his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath before exhaling. your heart catches in your throat in anticipation.

isagi tightens his grip on your hands and speaks softly, "i want to do everything right with you this time. let us try again, please."

a/n: i crave brat tamer isagi almost every single second i exist... hes in my (wet) dreams... i hope u guys like this one <3

[ilonanan]

men with oral fixations; they love to keep mouths busy, whether it be yours or theirs.

men whose thumbs always finds a way to slither into your mouth. they press on your bottom lip until you allow entry, and if not, they push past your lips to take them anyway.

men who love keeping their fingers in your mouth to gag you. when you’re too loud and wants you quiet, or even when they just want to feel the warm wetness of your mouth around them, they’ll shove their fingers in your mouth, choking around their middle and ring finger.

men who love leaving hickeys and lovebites all over your body. your neck is always littered with purple bruises, tender to the touch, with the plush of your thighs that match. rest assured, your neck and your thighs are not the only places that get all the attention.

men who love licking you, even when it’s not inherently sexual. they love licking crumbs and smudged foods off the corners of your lips, licking random stripes up your skin to taste the saltiness.

men who go crazy at the sight of your smile, tongue peeking between your teeth. all that’s left is the idea of your tongue swirling around their tip.

men who take ahold of your hands randomly, sucking on your fingers. they love swirling their tongue around the phalanges, love when you push down on their tongue to take control.

men who love to bite, and to be bitten. they get high off the feeling of teeth on skin, grazing the delicate barrier. they lose it when skin is broken too.

men who need to kiss you with tongue. they push into your mouth with feverish need, moaning and whining into you. their tongue swirls around yours, your teeth, the walls of your mouth—they just need to taste you.

men who love sucking on your nipples. maybe it’s to keep quiet, muffle down their moans, or purely because the feeling of your hard bud between their lips translates to mind-dizzying pleasure.

men who nip at your ears. they graze your earlobes with their teeth, lick behind your ear, and even leave hot, open-mouthed kisses to the cartilage.

blue lock: isagi, hiori, aiku, sae, ego, kaiser, loki, hugo, shidou

attack on titan: eren, zeke, zachary, nicolo, connie, kenny, reiner

my hero academia: deku, bakugo, dabi (touya), aizawa, sero, shinsou

jujutsu kaisen: gojo, geto, naoya, nanami, sukuna, toji, yuta

sakamoto days: nagumo, gaku, shishiba, uzuki

haikyuu: sugawara, daichi, iwaizumi, terushima, osamu, tanaka, kenma

your favs !!

a/n: lazy post ngl… it’s 10pm rn

[ilonanan]

knife & blood play w/ hiori yo

part 2

warnings: knifeplay (infliction!!!), blood play (consumption), sadistic!hiori, suggestive, aged up (18+), hiori’s a sick motherfucker. ure sick. (please, please do not read if u struggle or get uncomfortable with self-harm or related topics!)

hiori thinks the sight of blood is pretty.

that beautiful crimson flowing, darkening as it clots the wound to scab. is it not?

you’re sprawled out on his bed, white sheets dangerously close to minor stains of red. hiori stills above you with his legs on either side of you, your legs spread, wrapping above and over his thighs. you’re on full display, and he’s free to do anything he wishes to you.

his gaze is fixated on you and your body, eyes blown wide with infatuation. his smile is sickening, sadism pouring out from the corners of his lips. it feels predatory—the way he looks at you like you’re pathetic. you barely notice the knife in his hands inching slowly towards your thighs again. you’re too distracted by how delirious he makes you, the beauty of his innocent face hiding his true sadistic nature.

“down, sugar. i wanna cut another,” his thick accent cuts through your delirium, almost startling you back to a normal headspace. “you’ll let me, yeah? let me make more cuts on ya pretty skin?”

he almost pities you for how instantaneous you nod your head, not fast, but your reaction speed to his question. just almost.

he cups the side of your jaw with his palm, thumb pressing softly against your lower lip. you don’t hesitate to open and envelop his thumb. your eagerness is soon shut down when he stills your tongue, swirling around, by pressing down. you inhale sharply with a shaky exhale, nervous.

hiori lightly drags the tip of the knife against your inner thigh, not enough to break skin. yet. he takes a minute to admire your beauty, skin blemished with hickeys and cuts—all from him. purple spots lay rest on your neck, chest, and thighs, capillaries broken from the suction of his kisses.

and his favorite part—the cuts. most are scabbed over already, slightly raised and bright red. they’re mostly random lines, little hearts here and there. there’s the word “pretty” shallowly carved just below your hip-bone. he’s still thinking of what to carve next when your voice breaks through, broken and soft.

“your name, yo… carve your name in my skin.”

your words go straight to his cock, straining against his sweats. hiori thinks that’s the best thing you could’ve ever suggested.

he doesn’t waste anymore time, blade already digging to carve the first stroke of his surname. “i got ya, sweetheart. gonna make sure you know who you belong to.”

your whines spill out as he carves the outline of his name on your inner thigh and he fucking loves it.

it’s sick, he knows. he knows he shouldn’t enjoy the way blood pools into a thin line following the trail of his knife. he knows he shouldn’t enjoy how the blood pools enough to spill out of the cut, droplets of crimson dripping down your thigh slowly. hiori cuts shallow enough that you give it no more than two weeks to completely heal, but he curses himself for wanting to go deeper. he wouldn’t hurt you that much without your permission, of course. but hiori can’t help but let his mind slip sometimes—into darker scenarios of you letting him hurt you further.

you suck on his thumb in attempt to stifle your whimpers from the stinging pain. and he’s looking at you with such a proud look on his face as he finishes the last syllable of his name.

“hiori yo”

engraved on your thigh in small, raised, red letters.

before it scabs, he places down the knife and runs his free thumb over his name. he smears the blood all across the area and his thumb, and then he curses himself internally at his next thought of action.

before you can even come down from the high of the pain, his thumb that was already in your mouth pulls away. but it isn’t long until you feel the other nudging slightly between your lips.

“mmmph—?”

he smears the blood on his thumb all over your bottom lip.

“open.” he commands firmly, and you’re all too compliant.

he presses his bloodied thumb against the heart of your tongue, and you start cleaning your own blood off. the act is so dirty and sick that you can’t help but let out little moans as you clean off his thumb, even after all the metallic taste is swallowed away. there’s something else in his eyes this time, shining with new sick and twisted things to do to you.

he tips your chin up as he lowers, leaning down to capture your tainted lips with his own. he can taste the sweet saltiness of your blood as he sucks at your bottom lip.

“you taste s’good, sugar. lemme taste you again, yeah? wanna hear those pretty lil squeals when i fuck and cut you at the same time.”

an: ive been going insane trying to find darkkk kinks fic of hiori and i was practically clawing at my walls. this boy’s already underrated as he is and i need more of the ULTRA in ultra-sadist

[ilonanan]

bachira meguru - look at me

warnings: nsfw, smut, aged up!bachira (18+), oral (m!receiving), subby!bachira, cum eating

“look at you!” bachira giggles out, a wide grin plastered on his face. his voice is sweet, almost like honey. it has you intoxicated. “you’re so dirty like this…”

he reaches a hand to pet softly at the back of your head, fingers curling around the curve of your cranium. both of you are situated on his bed, homework long forgotten. your head is pushed down to his crotch, while he leans back slightly, pillows preventing him from lying down all the way. he refuses to take his eyes off you, head bowed down just to watch you mouth as his cock.

your eyes are trained on his as you trail your mouth to where is cock leans against his pelvis. bachira’s eyes are washed over with lust and passion, yet still looks at you like you’re precious. his mouth falls open as he watches you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, lifting it from where it was leaning and enveloping him into your sweet warmth. still, you don’t take him all the way, lips suckling on his tip and gathering that salty taste on your tongue.

it’s so erotic—how he’s looking at you, the sounds he makes. you take him further into your mouth and his volume loudens, hips lifting slightly to push further into you. you still him with your hand pressing down on his hip, and he obeys as if he were a cute little puppet. your mouth on him feels heavenly—and he’s overtaken by an overwhelming sense of greed and desire.

“ah—! take m—more of me in..! please, baby—!” bachira chokes over his words as he feels your tongue swirl against his frenulum. his hand weakly pushes your head down, consequently taking his dick down your throat. you relax for him—taking in as much as you can as you try not to gag.

your hands snake up, one interlocking with his freehand, and the other coming to cup his balls. bachira’s head falls back as soon as he feels the warmth of your palm massage his balls, a loud moan filling his bedroom. “y—you make me feel so—sooo good..!”

you hum around his cock, throat vibrating his tip. that almost gets him. but its when you start bobbing your head, his cock rubbing against the roof of your mouth. his breath quickens, hips jerking slightly more into your mouth, and his fingers weave through the strands of your hair. as much as he loves your eyes and wants to make eye contact—he simply can’t. and he almost cries when you pull of his cock with a pop!

“look at me, meguru,” your voice comes off straightforward. when he looks back at you, you hold an evil grin on your face. he smiles back, dazed, as you dive your head back down. his voice comes out strained when he feels the cavern of your mouth wrap around him again, fingers tightening in your hair.

all it takes is for your hand, originally holding down his hip, leading to wrap the base of his cock. using that hand, you jerk his dick as you suck, hallowing your cheeks around him. bachira cries out when he feels the walls of your cheeks tightening around him, and he can feel the vibrations of the giggle you let out. he can feel the way your lips curl into a smile around him, and he loses it when his eyes trail down to meet yours.

you’re so pretty. so beautiful. so fucking sexy. you hold eye contact with him as you muster one final suck, hand tight around the base of his cock, the other handling his balls in all the right ways. and when he feels you let out a moan at the taste of his pre dripping down your tongue—he feels it entirely.

“aaahh—! ba—baby…! gonna…cum!” bachira’s hand on your head pushes you down all the way, and his hips rise up to meet your throat. he fucking sobs as he feels his orgasm approaching rapidly. his moans come out gurgled and raw as he feels his cum spurt into your mouth, mixing with your saliva. he feels the way you resist swallowing, feels the way you continue to jerk him off as he’s coming down.

when he’s dazed and down from his high, you pull your mouth off of him, mouth closing as you pop off his tip as to not let his cum drip out. your body crawls on top of his, pussy barely hovering over his softening cock. you grab his chin firmly, and turn his teary eyes to look at you fully.

he’s so fucking cute with the way tears well up in his eyes, sensitivity pushed to its limit. you open your mouth, watching as his eyes trail down to your tongue, pupils dilating and blown wide. it’s erotic and mean how you tease him like this, and he can’t help the blood vessels that rush to flood his cock again. it’s not long until you feel his cock harden and rise, meeting the slit of your pussy.

you push his mouth open with your thumb, and suddenly pull him into an opened-mouth kiss. you quickly take the lead, positioning yourself higher so that bachira has to look up to kiss you properly. consequently, his cum that resided within your mouth falls into his. bachira whimpers as he feels his own cum on his tongue, his taste and yours dancing on his tastebuds.

fuck. he may as well pay you back soon.

a/n: i got sidetracked watching aot guys

[ilonanan]

sugawara koushi - holding you close

warnings: fluff, established relationship

lavender washes the sky as the it falls from pink to gold, sun slowly bowing its head beneath the horizon. very little cars pass by in miyagi at this hour, the absence of traffic calming the usual busty ambience. the birds at this hour are now scrambling home, flying to their nests. in a way, so is sugawara. but he’s not going home yet.

he’s going to yours.

sugawara tenses his grip on the handles of his bags. in one, he holds onto the strap of his school bag slung over his shoulder. in the other, he holds his sports bag, containing everything he would need for volleyball. his hair is slightly damp, still sweaty from practice.

he’s quiet aside from the occasional shaky exhales whenever he reaches a crosswalk. he’s tired, eyelids already drooping low below half of his pupil. but the drowsiness doesn’t halt his excitement as he approaches his destination—in fact, he even starts to see your front door from here. only when he does see your house, he picks up the pace of his legs. the exhaustion in his lower muscles from volleyball drills seem to have gone extinct with the way he practically runs down the sidewalk.

he reaches the plot of land your house is built on, and a boyish grin cracks on his face. he walks on the path leading to your porch, knocking once, twice, and then—

“koushi!” you push the door open after an initial crack to peek at who’s beyond it. your voice cuts into his swarm of thoughts instantaneously, and your giggle echoes throughout his entire body. “come inside, i was expecting you to go home immediately seeing as practice ended later than expected.”

sugawara only chuckles half-heartedly before kicking off his shoes and pushing himself in through the door. he sets his stuff down on the nearby floor as you make your way through your hallway. you’re about to enter your kitchen to prepare a snack or drink for sugawara—ever so considerate for your athletic boyfriend—when he suddenly grabs onto your wrist.

you shoot him a puzzled expression but he says nothing in response. instead, he drags you to your living room. he plops onto your couch, lying down with his head on one end and his feet on the other. you chuckle at his exhaustion but yelp when he pulls you on top of him.

“koushi?” you mumble, voice muffled by his chest. no response again. he lets go of your wrist and uses both of his arms to wrap around your waist. after securing you comfortably, one of his hands snake back up to the back of your head, pushing it slightly against his chest. he rests his neck on top of your head, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply, and exhaling shakily.

you try to protest against his hold seeing as he just came back from practice—sweat soaked within the fabric of his undershirt and white-button up. you wriggle slightly to loosen his hold, but he only holds you closer.

“mmph… don’t go yet, sugar.” sugawara’s eyes are closed, and he speaks with a calm in his voice that’s pure with love and content. “i just wanna hold you close for now.”

a/n: this is just fluff guys. i was in a less smutty mood for koushi y’all