This is my entry for @arlertslove's I'm Sucking Off A CEO! collab (which I took it literally lol), my first (and last, unfortunately... hopefully) NSFW art featuring Bouncing Ball Corp. CEO Kozume Kenma. I've worked my ass (and puthy) off sketching and digi-coloring it since last Sunday. Thank you @tetsukentona @beware-of-the-rogue for helping me come up with spicy and witty dialogue for this hot one-panel art piece *drools* <333 tagging @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork
tw/cw: 18+ MDNI, characters are AGED UP, porn with plot (cliffhanger* in the end), established relationship (Yuta and reader are married, househusband!Yuta), food play, use of pet names, slight dacryphilia (Yuta cries), m!receiving (oral, overstimming, edging); let me know if I missed something 🙇🏻♀️
a/n: for two of my beloved Yuta simps @mitsuyaya and @danibby ♥️ the househusband!Yuta agenda that Yumi fed me months ago lives rent-free again in my mind, thanks to @cirigiri’s Leaked Files collab (file no.10 - “Househusband makes a mess in the kitchen”). Thank you @tetsukentona @portfolio-of-dreams (another fellow Yuta simp) for beta reading this ilysfm mwah mwah tsup tsup ♥️ tagging @hanayanetwork
*will continue writing this in another post some other time (burnt out 💔), since there are points that still need to be tackled (especially the ✨thing✨ the reader wants to show to Yuta).
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It’s a nice Sunday afternoon, and a sweet and delicious aroma is wafting from inside the kitchen. A plate of fresh whole strawberries is placed on the table as Yuta gently stirs some melted chocolate in a saucepan over the stove, humming. You should be back around this time after meeting with Maki at the nearby coffee shop, he muses, blushing a little thinking about his lovely wife.
It still feels like yesterday, as Yuta glances at the cool silver band that’s sitting around his ring finger for six months now. A few years ago, Yuta met you through Maki, your childhood friend, who (together with Panda and Toge) then deliberately set the two of you up on a date. You two are compatible with each other: same interests, similar personalities, likes, dislikes… and soon after, you two become a couple and have dated ever since. Eight months later, he proposed to you in front of his and your friends and families while celebrating your birthday; the engagement lasted for two months, and the wedding that came after was very simple and intimate yet a memorable one for you and him.
“Yuta, I’m home~”
“Y/N, welcome home!” Your husband greets you with a smile in the entryway, wiping his hands dry with a table towel. “How’s your ‘date’ with Maki-san? Is she still as grumpy as ever?”
“What do you mean ‘date’? Silly Yuta~” You chuckle, placing your ankle boots properly before wearing house slippers. “And I’ll tell Maki you said that—“
What you see next as you turn around to face him makes your face go warm and your heart race fast. You take a deep breath while you glance at Yuta wearing your cute pink frilly apron that you’d ordered online. Your throat suddenly went dry.
“Cute…”
“Pardon?”
“T-That apron looks good on you, pretty boy. You’re so cute wearing my apron,” you say coolly, yet you can’t keep your cheeks from blushing; your hands start shaking also.
Yuta looks down, embarrassed and fidgety, and mumbles, “Please don’t say that—I-I’m a guy… you’re making me feel embarrassed, stop it!”
You slowly walk up towards Yuta, causing him to stumble a bit backwards and lean on the wall. “Why should you feel embarrassed, just ‘cause you’re a guy?” you whine, a pout forming on your lips, pinning him on the spot. “Do you… not like me telling you you’re cute?” You tilt your head sideways, looking at him.
Yuta’s heart throbs at the adorable sight that is you. He’s not the one you should be saying ‘cute’, but the other way around! He is a very lucky man to have a wonderful and adorable person like you as his wife, and he’s very thankful for that.
“I like it,” he whispers, locking eyes with you, as he caresses your cheek. Your husband then slowly leans down to you, his lips inches away from yours. “I really do. But I… should be the one saying that.”
You close your eyes, feeling his soft chapped lips meshed into yours, your tongues brushing and playing around each other. He tastes sweet, like chocolate, you think as you push yourself closer to him and tilt your head a bit, deepening the kiss.
A string of saliva connects between your lips, the two of you flushed red and breathing heavily. Yuta looks at you like a lovesick guy and smiles. “You’re so cute like this, Y/N. And I love that about you…” He wraps his arms around you and cuddles, gently stroking your hair with his hand. “I could get through the day just by hugging you, you know?”
“Yuta…!” Your cheeks feel hot after hearing that, so you bury your head into his shoulder, nuzzling your face at the crook of his neck. You don’t mean to but catch a whiff of chocolate through his clothes, the smell making you feel intoxicated as if you’ve drank alcohol. “You smell of chocolates, Yuu…,” you mumble, taking another sniff of the sweet aroma on his neck, your hot breath slightly tickling him. “So sweet… mm…”
He shudders, feeling something wet as you lick a spot. “Ah, t-that? Well, Panda-san and Inumaki-san came in for a short visit earlier and b-brought some strawberries while you’re—fuck!—while you’re out visiting Maki-sa—ngh!” Yuta feels your dainty hands brushing against his pants to and fro, gradually stimulating his bulging cock and prompting him to buckle his hips a bit, wanting for more friction. “Y-Y/N… stop…,” he bites his bottom lip, stifling a moan.
You continue on feeling him and licking stripes on his neck, not wanting to stop. His delicious taste, his sweet smell… all of Okkotsu Yuta is intoxicating. You are the only one who can make him go putty under your touch, as much as you are with him. A perfect match…
You slide a hand under his shirt and caress his strong built chest, lightly touching a nipple; Yuta’s body twitches at your touch. So sensitive…
“Ah… f-fuck, Y/N, please…” He thinks his legs feel as if they have turned to jelly, panting as your hands work quickly on him. “S-stop… it… ngh…”
You lick another stripe on his collarbone before sucking it hard. “Hm? You say something?” you hum, palming his now-tightening balls through his pants. He’s close… I can feel it through my hands.
“Y-Y/N… feels… feels so good—ah!” Yuta leans his head up on the wall, moaning and panting so lewdly. He places a hand on your shoulder for support and grips it a bit harder.
You look at him, smiling so deviously seeing his flustered sexy face. “Oh my darling Yuta… you should look at your pretty face,” you whisper in a sweet, hushed tone. “So erotic just from teasing and touching you.” You hover your lips close to his ear and lick his earlobe. “A-are you close?”
“So… close! I-if you continue on touching me any further, I might…cu-cum—”
“Okay~” You stop, retracting and raising your hands up away from him, before he could cum.
“—huh? W-what…” Yuta staggers a bit, his twitching thighs clenching hard. “Y/N, why—I’m so close to cum…!” He whines, tears start trickling down his cheeks. “Please let me cum…” He lets out a sniffle, which makes your heart feel a pang of sadness; you feel terrible for not letting him cum.
“I’m sorry, love…” You wipe his tears away with your thumb, and place a gentle kiss on his forehead before resting it on your own. “We can continue this later, okay? Please endure it for a little bit, like a good boy, and refrain your hands from touching it.” You smile genuinely at your husband, helping him stand up on his feet. “I-I’ll let you cum inside me as a reward, plus I have something to show you later… something that we can both enjoy,” you whisper into his ear, hot breath blowing through.
A sickly sweet grin forms on Yuta’s lips, thoughts of his hot white load dripping down your soft and sexy thighs making him shudder with delight. Something that we can both enjoy, huh… I wonder what that something is, he thinks as you both walk towards the kitchen, the bowl of strawberries and chocolate fondue waiting on the table.
– – – –
“Mmnh~”
Yuta’s cock throbs hearing your sweet moans while the two of you are enjoying your afternoon snack in the kitchen. He casts a subtle glance at you, who is sitting near him, licking chocolate off the strawberry you are currently eating like a lollipop, before looking away… flushed red from embarrassment. He’s dying to touch himself, to relieve the pent-up feeling leaking between his legs. You, on the other hand, know that he’s itching to jerk himself off, sending you surreptitious glances and silently begging you to let him cum; you enjoy teasing him though, given your husband’s current predicament, and love seeing his pretty face looking sexy and frustrated.
“Y/N…” your husband mewls, his head resting on the table facing you, his voice cracked and laced with want. “I wanna cum, please…? Let me cum…”
You look up at the wall clock hanging above the kitchen door. 20 minutes have passed, that should be enough for him to show some self-constraint. You dip the strawberry in chocolate sauce again and glide it through your open lips, lustful eyes looking at Yuta. “Do you really want to cum, pretty boy?” you ask, your hand traveling through his pants and forming small circles around his erection with your finger.
He hisses, quickly grabbing your wrist, and buckles up his hips in response. “I-I do, Y/N, please! Don’t… tease me—mnff!” You stuff the whole strawberry into his mouth, muffling his pleas; Yuta can taste a mixture of your saliva, strawberries and chocolate as you start to thrust it in and out of his lips.
You get a glimpse of drool seeping at the corner of his mouth as you continue on thrusting, and smile. “My naughty husband, his pretty mouth getting fucked on with a strawberry… how erotic~” you whisper breathily in his ear, pulling out the strawberry from his mouth with a loud pop! before finally popping into your own mouth. You chew it slowly, your hand cupping Yuta’s cheek, before feeding it to him with your lips in a deep kiss.
“You taste so sweet, like strawberries,” you say as you lick your lips clean after the kiss; your other hand, meanwhile, unties the knot on his pants before slowly lowering the waistband.
“Ah!” Yuta’s cock—fully-erect, its head an angry red-colored and leaking with pre-cum—hits his torso as soon as you pull down his pants halfway over his thighs, some of the pre staining his shirt. You bend down slightly near it and gently blow air on its leaking tip, making him shudder hard and curse under his breath. “Fuck…! No… don’t… I-I might cum if you do that again…,” he cries, whimpering and panting heavily on his seat.
You lightly trace a prominent vein on his length, feigning innocence, before taking its whole girth with your hand and stroking it at a painfully slow pace. “Huh? Yuu~ what’s this? I thought you said earlier you wanna cum? You’re contradicting yourself, you know…?” You let the tip of your tongue out of your lips and hover it above the cock head while your eyes are on your husband, wriggling it down until it touches the slit.
“Y-Y/N… no, I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing—! Ngh!!!!!” White ropes of cum spurt high from the head, smearing your face and Yuta’s shirt and pants. Some of the cum had splatter over your hair and the tiled kitchen floor.
Chuckling, you swipe your lips clean of cum as you glance at your husband panting heavily after he came, hiding his flushed face behind his arm, away from your lustful stare. His body is still twitching from the stimulation yet the cock’s standing up, raging for more. You smile.
“...ngh! Fuck—!” Yuta suddenly curses under his breath, his hips jolting upwards, as he feels the warmth of your mouth slowly engulfing him inside. He flails both his hands in front and brings them above your bobbing head, pushing you away from his overstimulated cock. “Y-Y/N, stop… it’s too much, I-I just came…!”
You swat his hands away from your head while you continue on giving him head, his whining pleas getting painfully louder and lewder, making your thighs press together to ease the growing wet ache on your core.
“I’m… c-cumming again…,” Yuta tells you breathily, accompanied by a few loud moans. “I’m… cum...ming—“
You quickly grab his whole length by the base, tightening your grip a bit. You pull your lips away from your husband’s cock with a loud pop! before releasing it from your grip. “Don’t cum on my mouth yet,” you say, earning a whine from Yuta again.
You shyly stand up and strip yourself of your skirt and panties, exposing your wetness in front of him. You then get up and carefully straddle yourself onto his lap, your hand guiding his cock near your hot entrance.
“Didn’t I promise you earlier that I let you cum inside me?”
tw/cw: 18+ MDNI, ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, polyamorous relationship, threesome, fingering (f!receiving), consensual somnophilia—they already did somno (in numerous occasions) prior to the story, f!masturbation, gagging, f!finger sucking, dacryphilia, slight degradation if you squint.
a/n: dedicated to my adorable moot and YutaInu connoisseur (wow) @mitsuyaya 😘 fyi before I wrote “Green Frilly Apron” earlier this year, I wrote this YutaInu threesome (then unpublished) for Yumi’s eyes only last year. This is also my entry for both @xmyshya’s “Three” and @sinnerofthewalls’s “The More The Merrier” collabs (after a kinda last-minute change in character/fandom request). Thanks mami @quirrrky for beta-reading this 🙇🏻♀️ ily mwah ♥️ *headpats* also tagging @anime-central @hanayanetwork
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You and your boyfriends Yuta and Toge were taking a long afternoon nap inside your shared bedroom, with you being cuddled in between Yuta to your left and Toge to your right, both pairs of arms and legs splayed around you. You suddenly woke up from a feverish dream, cheeks flushed, breathing uneven; even your thighs couldn’t stop clenching. Surely the dream of you sucking your boyfriends’ digits had made you wet, but you wanted more than that.
Being careful not to wake Yuta and Toge up from their nap, you slowly grabbed both their left and right hands, respectively, and hovered them near your drooling lips. You each took both their index and middle fingers into your mouth and started sucking them, like you would do a baby bottle. They haven’t stirred up yet from your ministrations as you began thrusting their fingers further at the back of your throat, but it earned a grunt or two from the sleeping men from either side of you.
After you had wet their fingers well, you pulled Toge’s out, saliva connecting and drool seeping through your jawline. You carefully guided his hand underneath your shorts and rubbed it against your wet core, whimpering at the sudden contact. You’ve gone commando, discarding both your bra and panties and instead wearing only a pair of short shorts and an oversized shirt that belonged to Yuta. You’re still sucking Yuta’s finger while you strategically placed the rest of his arm onto your chest and rubbed it on one of your nipples. You didn’t care anymore about them suddenly waking up from you using their hands to masturbate yourself, in such a hazy state, loud moans escaping from your drooling lips as you worked both hands faster.
You failed to notice two pairs of lust-clouded eyes—one purple-colored and the other dark-blue—looking at your fucked-up expression, as well as their clothed hard-ons poking at either side of your hips, nudging and grinding to get some friction. “What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?” Your eyes widened in horror when Yuta whispered darkly into your ear, his fingers pushed further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, your hand gripping his wrist, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. “She’s already wet from playing with our hands. Such a naughty pretty girl,” Toge taunted while he plunged two fingers inside your wet pussy without warning, earning a gasp, a moan, and a hand grip from you. “Well then, shall we fuck you more with our fingers, hm?”
hi! i've been going through some serious kenma brainrot and i thought of this: idk if you remember or saw that tiktok challenge in which a person teased their gamer partner as they were playing by walking into the room in a towel and then dropping it to find it how they would react. now think about it with kenma. it's been playing on repeat on my mind for dayss
Sorry for the wait (and for my subpar smut-writing skills)—my horniness is kinda wack at the moment... but when... when Daddy Kenma starts to thrust his hips on me I—anyways 😳🥵🤤🙈♥️💕💕💕💕
genre: smut
wc: 0.3k (almost 0.4k)
tw/cw: 18+/MDNI, afab reader, post timeskip, established relationship, flashing (sort of ig?), slight dry humping, pet names (Daddy, kitten). Not proofread 🙇🏻♀️
Tagging @hanayanetwork
You’re hooked on doing the Tiktok challenge (being horny aside), after watching it days ago, and wanted to try it out on your unsuspecting boyfriend Kenma.
So, one hot Monday afternoon, you took a quick shower while Kenma’s on your shared bed and busy playing games with his phone.
Poor kitty’s so clueless about what’s going to happen in the next couple of minutes lol
You quietly entered the room, freshly showered, hair dripping wet, and only a towel wrapped around your naked body.
You called his name softly. “Kenma…”
He didn’t tear his eyes away from his game and only responded with a questioning hum.
(Unbeknownst to you, Kenma did a very quick side-look at your appearance and noticed how your hand was gripping on the towel.)
You felt a bit annoyed that things didn’t go as planned, but you still had another one up your sleeve, or should I say, your towel?
You walked around and stood at the foot of the bed, in front of your boyfriend, and tried calling him again: “U-um, Kenma… do you think I should…”
And your hand suddenly released holding the towel around you, letting it drop on the floor.
You looked at Kenma’s face for reactions but he’s really just engrossed in his game.
SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT ON YOUR PART.
So, with flustered cheeks, you quickly apologized and grabbed the towel to wrap yourself back in.
“What are you doing, Y/N?”
You startled when you heard his voice, and as you looked around, Kenma’s dark cat-like eyes were fixated on you and examined you and your body up and down. You felt your throat drying up.
Your puthy is screaming atm tho /gen
“K-kenma—“
“Ah, shit. You made me lose my game, kitten.” The faint ‘GAME OVER’ music was playing in the background when he set his phone aside.
“Come here. Sit on my lap, cuddle me…”
Cue Kenma doing grabby hands.
And sit and cuddle you did, your bare chest pressed flush on his clothed one.
Until something’s poking between your pussy folds.
“Kenma, are you…?” You started to grind yourself onto him experimentally.
Kenma then grabbed your hips tightly to stop you from grinding his clothed erection. A low moan also escaped from his lips.
“Such a bad girl, teasing Daddy like that… shall I punish you then?”
tw/cw: 18+ MDNI, post-timeskip, slightly dubcon-ish...?, handjob (m!receiving), cum eating... NOT PROOFREAD AS I TYPED THIS HERE ON TUMBLR ON A WHIM LOL (lmk if I miss something in the tags)
tagging @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork
All these horknee MSBY and Ushijima talk with Rae and Wendy @kagejima @northofneverland for the past few days has had me in a chokehold that my mind's thinking of subtly caressing bestie Hinata's cock through his sweatpants while watching a movie one night.
You were supposed to get popcorn on the big Pyrex bowl perched on his lap, you say, but instead of popcorn your hand dove right in his crotch.
You know it's wrong to make the first move, but it's also wrong to make a move on your unsuspecting male best friend.
"Y-Y/N, please stop... ah..."
You'd just feign innocence while palming his slowly-growing erection, your eyes fixed on the movie you're watching, Shoyo's sweet whines and grunts and pants while he tries to pull your hand away music to your ears. After a few strokes, he'd give in to your ministrations and let go of his grip on your wrist.
As soon as his cock is tenting through his pants and Shoyo has difficulty moving on his seat, you suddenly slip your hand underneath his pants and boxer shorts and take his cock out. He may be small, but Hinata Shoyo emits that Big Dick Energy, literally. His cock is not that long (when limp) but it's thick and girthy and veiny, with its big mushroom head angry-red and weeping with precum.
You start rubbing your palm on its leaking tip, causing Shoyo to hiss and moan and buckle his hips up, before stroking him from the tip down through the base of his cock, your grip slightly tightened for a bit of pressure. Of course, you'd also give special attention to his big balls, gently kneading them... feeling them getting tighter at each stroke you do.
"F-fuck... Y/N... so good... ah..."
You feel a sense of pride swelling inside you--and wetness pooling, soaking through your undies--as you continue stroking your slicked hand around his whole length, and you turn around to look at Shoyo... one arm slung over his reddened face, panting and chest heaving at a slightly faster pace. His moans are getting louder and more whinier; you can tell by how his stiff and leaking cock is throbbing under your touch.
"I'm gonna... Y/N, g-gonna cum... mhmm..."
One swipe of your palm over the sensitive tip and Shoyo then let out a guttural moan, thick droplets of cum come flying across the coffee table... some of them sprinkled on top of the popcorn bowl.
"Haah... haa... ha..."
You smile and bring your fingers to your lips, sucking your best friend's cum sweetly.
tw/cw: 18+ MDNI, post-timeskip, established relationship, food play, reader has oral fixation kink, pet names (Oiks calls them ‘angel’), implied blowjob in the end.
a/n: wrote this then-220+ wc drabble ask for my wifey @atsuminthe to feed her oral fixation situation that time last December (while attending online Christmas Novena Mass 🙏🏻 /gen), and I’d still dedicate this (sort of) extended version of the drabble to her—ily ♥️ (also I was kinda h-word earlier so 👉🏻👈🏻 sorry wifey 🙈) thanks @beware-of-the-rogue @tetsukentona for betareading this 🥺🥰😘♥️💕💕💕 tagging @hanayanetwork
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You and Tooru were on the couch, watching a movie on the TV and eating popcorn and sweets. Tooru’s eyes were focused on the movie while sucking on a strawberry-flavored Dum Dum, while your eyes were focused on his mouth, or rather, what’s on his mouth.
Your mouth slightly drooled at the sight and gulped, letting out a faint whimper of his name. Tooru heard, turning his focus onto you, a bit puzzled. “Hm? Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, until he noticed your hungry gaze on his mouth.
Click! He smirked and suddenly pulled out the Dum Dum with a pop from his lips, the candy coated with his saliva. He said with a teasing tone, “Is my angel hungry for my lollipop?” You nodded as you gripped on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, cheeks becoming redder and eyes clouded with want; it turned him on more.
Tooru fought the urge to groan at the adorable sight and fuck you on the spot. “Here you go. Now, suck,” he ordered as he hovered and gently nudged the wet Dum Dum near your waiting lips. The brunette hummed as he watched you giving his lollipop some kitten licks. You then swirled your tongue around the ovoid candy for a few moments, coating it more with saliva, before enveloping and sucking it with your lips.
Tooru groaned lewdly. The heavenly sight of you making a show of sucking on the lollipop he’s eating earlier made his cock in his sweatpants throb and twitch. He then started pushing the stick of the Dum Dum in and hit the back of your throat, slightly gagging you in the process. “You’re so pretty taking up my lollipop well, angel,” he mumbled as he continued fucking your mouth (and throat) with the Dum Dum in a faster pace.
“Fuck.” Your boyfriend suddenly pulled the lollipop out from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting between them. A whine escaped from your fucked-up daze, which made Tooru chuckle. He then leaned forward to give your sweet lips a deep and lingering kiss, his tongue savoring the inside of your mouth before pulling away, smiling smugly and licking his lips.
“You taste so sweet, angel. Now, I’ll give you a bigger lollipop to suck in,” he said as he looked at you with eyes dark and full of lust, palming his hardening erection in his pants.
cw: 18+ MDNI; character/s aged up, househusband!Yuta, (kinda) dom!reader; m!receiving: cock slapping, nipple play, hand job, some ass spanking, implied blow job; slight dacryphilia; ‘love’, ‘darling’, and ‘good boy’ used as pet names; food mentioned. Lmk if I missed something 🙇🏻♀️
a/n: for @mitsuyaya, for accidentally feeding me with this spicy blurb about househusband!Yuta last night—I just continued it with both Yumi and Yuta, and how they portray Yuta in their writings, in mind. Also this is my writing debut for Jujutsu Kaisen, my first smut and overall writing post for the year 2022~ yay! 🤦🏻♀️😂 Thank you @osanoya for beta-reading this 🙇🏻♀️ *headpats* tagging @anime-central @hanayanetwork
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“What’s for dinner?” you breathily ask him in his ear, your hands still palming his slowly erected cock under the green frilly apron he wore.
Yuta grips both the wok handle and spatula a bit tighter, cheeks flushed red, his low pants and mewls mixing in with the sizzling sound of the rice he is frying at the moment. Your husband loses his voice to respond to your question for a moment, his mind too lost in the pleasure he’s feeling right now. He couldn’t help it that warm soft hands wrap around his entire length, slowly pumping him up and down. Your hot breath fanning his neck, your equally hot wet tongue giving it long stripes before sucking it with your soft lips, sending shivers down his spine.
Yuta doesn’t notice one of your hands trailing through his stomach up to his chest, giving his nipples light feathery touches. You pinch a pert nip firmly between your thumb and index finger, making him yelp back into consciousness, rolling it gently.
“Well? You haven’t answered my question, love.” You stop stroking his cock, your thumb focusing on the tip now leaking with pre. Your other hand gives attention to his other nipple.
“Nngh… w-we’re… we’re gonna have—fuck—gonna have fried rice and b-braised vegetables for… for dinner—ahh!” He let out a moan after you suddenly slap his cock, a delicious hiss escapes from his lips music to your ears. You slap his weeping hard-on again before you pull your hands away from Yuta, who whimpers from the sudden loss of your touch.
“Yummy…” You reach for the stove and turn off the knob, giggling as you knead one of Yuta’s butt cheeks with your free hand, cooing at how smooth and pliable his ass is.
A sharp stinging Smack! has your husband’s eyes widen in pain after you spank him twice in a row from behind; his pants and moans become louder and obscenely filling the whole kitchen. He turns his head behind him, glancing at you with a fucked-up expression on his face. Tears start to form from his dark-colored eyes, his mouth slightly agape to let his tongue lolling out. You know what Yuta wants and you start giving him an open-mouthed kiss, both your tongues playing and you swallow his sweet moans; your lips find purchase on his tongue and hungrily suck it, slurping it like what you will do with his cock later.
“I’m hungry, Yuta~ The fried rice sounds delicious, but I want you for dinner tonight,” you slur in his ear, nibbling his earlobe, as you pull away again from your heated kiss, a string of saliva connected in between; that statement alone sends his throbbing cock twitching like crazy. Your fingers then catch the knotted string behind his back and pull it slowly, untying his apron in the process.
“Be a good boy and turn around for me, please, Yuta darling?” Your husband oblige, averting his eyes away from your own and his large veiny hands covering his bulge beneath the apron. You tut in disapproval, your head shaking.
“Hands on both sides, love. Let me see my darling husband’s cock, please?” Lo and behold, a wet patch of pre-cum seeps through the large tent forming behind the green frilly apron Yuta is wearing. Your eyes sparkle at the pretty sight, making you moan and your tongue wet your bottom lip.
You gently prod the patch with your finger, rubbing the tip of his cock through the apron, watching his body twitch at the sensation. You then lick the pad of your finger and smile before kneeling in front of him.
“Lift your cute frilly apron for me, please, but don’t remove it! I want to eat you while you wear the apron.”
“O-okay.” Yuta reaches for the hem of his apron and lifts it up to his chest, his cock hard and fully erect and its weeping head an angry red tip. His abs are contracting and covered in a sheen film of sweat.
You trace a prominent vein on the underside of his cock, causing him to mewl softly. You giggle and start stroking it again before your lips place a gentle kiss on the tip.
cw: 18+ MDNI, post-timeskip, established relationship, bottom(ish)!Kenma, mirror sex, handjob (m!receiving), nipple play (m!receiving), brief mentions of marking, sorta dry humping from behind, implied blowjob in the end (m!receiving), ‘Daddy’ mentioned once.
a/n: for @chickentendieboi’s Kinkmas collab (that was triggered by an event drabble written by @kentimestwo feat. a subby Kenma <- my request). Thank you for beta reading this and giving me suggestions @ovarysnake23 and @mitsuyaya 🙇🏻♀️♥️ tagging @anime-central @hanayanetwork
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Kenma rinsed the remaining cleanser foam off his face with water and patted it dry with a clean towel hooked near the bathroom sink. He looked at himself through the wide mirror, holding his jaw gently and checking his face for any foam streaks left behind.
“Hey pretty boy~”
He nearly jumped in shock when he heard your soft voice from behind, his golden cat-like eyes widened and the hair at the back of his neck raised upward. Kenma then glanced at your leaning figure at the bathroom door through the mirror, smiling in amusement and arms crossed across your chest.
“Oh, Y/N, it’s you…,” he sighed in relief, hands leaning hard at the edge of the sink, and chuckled softly. “Geez… don’t scare me like that, please? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Kenma heard you giggling as you approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around his body and hugging him in the process. You perched your chin on his shoulder, humming and looking innocently at him through the mirror.
The gamer reached for your hair and ruffled it gently; your face scrunched up a bit by the action. “What are you thinking about, kitten?”
“Hmm…? Nothing in particular. It’s just, I missed you, that’s all,” you said, a little pout forming on your lips.
He faintly smiled, looking at you with love-filled eyes, and chuckled. Kenma knew how much of a darling you were, loving and caring for him as much as he is to you, ever since the both of you started dating and became a couple, before living together in one roof.
He reached for your hand and intertwined it with his own, raising to give it a soft peck; his ears didn’t miss the soft hum that escaped from you. “I missed you, too, Y/N. I’m sorry I had to leave you here alone all week because of a boring business trip overseas that I was forced to attend.”
The Bouncing Ball Co. CEO felt your head resting on his shoulder, your hug a bit more tighter around him; he sighed and gave your hand another kiss. “You must be lonely without me by your side, right?”
You nodded silently, and Kenma could feel his heart ache. Oh how he imagined you curled in your shared bed every night, crying, whispering his name, praying that he would return soon…
He paused for a moment before speaking. “How can I make it up to you, hm? Tell me.”
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He found himself looking through the mirror a few minutes later, his soft pants filling up the bathroom. Sweat rolled down his flushed cheeks, his mouth opened agape as his fucked-up gaze followed your hands on his now-bare chest, fiddling both his pert nipples. Your hot tongue kept on licking long wet stripes on the side of Kenma’s neck, already littered with a few red marks blooming across.
His hands were gripping hard on the bathroom sink, turning his knuckles white. “Y/N, babe…”
“You’re really pretty like this, Kenma,” you hummed breathily close to his ear, flicking and twisting his sensitive nubs. He couldn’t help but squirm a bit under your touch, yet he leaned into it with much want. It drove him crazy, the heated sensation he felt from your ministrations made the tent in his sweatpants go up and form a wet patch.
He knew you noticed it with a swift gaze down through the mirror and moaned into his shoulder, your eyes locked with Kenma’s golden ones. Before your boyfriend could respond, you reached for the bulge between his pants and slowly rubbed your palm on it.
“F-fuck, kitten, that’s… oh shit mhmm…” he gasped and groaned, biting his lower lip to stifle his moans. “D-don’t… stop…,” he mumbled, panting, his head slowly drooping down from the wonderful feeling.
“Chin up.” Kenma’s head snapped back after hearing the stern tone of your voice, lust-filled eyes still locked with his. He could hear you moaning while your hand gradually sped up stroking his clothed erection; you must’ve also noticed the constant twitching and throbbing of his cock by now. Hot breath fanned dangerously near his ear, the tip of your tongue teasing its shell.
“Y/N, s-slow down! If you—fuck—if you continue on doing that, I might c-cum soon.”
You only hummed in reply, peppering the other side of his neck and shoulder with love bites next. The ongoing stimulation of both his clothed hard-on and nipples being fondled, you humping and rubbing your chest against his back—it was too much for him.
You stopped stroking him and backed away slightly from him, smirking a bit when Kenma whined from the lack of touch.
“Turn around, kitten.” The gamer obliged and was surprised to see you down on your knees, your hands slowly feeling his thighs up. He groaned as your hands brushed against his hard dick in your ascent to the waistband of his sweatpants. His breath hitched. Just the sight of you on your knees in front of him, eyes dark with lust, smirk painted on your face—it’s insufferable. At this moment, he wanted you, wanted your warm and pretty mouth to feel him right now...
You licked your bottom lip, your eyes staring innocently into his golden orbs. Your hands started pulling his pants down to reveal his fully-erect and leaking length, its weeping head smacking onto his abs leaving traces of pre.
“I hope you’re ready to make it up to me all night, Daddy,” you whispered softly, before leaning forward through his exposed cock.
