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of creator!denki kaminari keeps getting noise complaints 18+ MDNI!!! inspo
another eviction notice.
this is getting ridiculous.
and no, denki is never going to take accountability for it, or admit he's his fault. he just keeps finding shitty neighbors that can't mind their damn business, is all! he doesn't have that kind of money yet, but when he does, he’s so getting himself a penthouse. no one will have shit to say to him then.
he’s just listening to his fans, really! all those thirsty men and women alike that are subscribed to his onlyfans, they love it when he gets noisy in his videos, it’s literally his brand.
because, c’mon, who doesn’t like a pretty boy that becomes a whimpering, messy thing when he plays with his dick on camera? flushed cock nestled in a cute little clear toy, for everybody to gaze in awe at when he fills it up with his cum and starts crying, because it feels so good?
seriously, being denki kaminari’s neighbor is a blessing, not a nuisance. however, he has to deal with the fact that this is the fourth apartment he moves into since starting his little amateur career. at this rate, he’s going to make a tour of the whole damn city— that is, if realtors haven’t already started to warn each other about him. that would’ve been bad.
last week he informed his regular audience that he was going into some sort of hiatus for finals week, which is true, but he also wanted to wait a bit before filming a movie in his new place. this time, he has another factor playing into his fear to be evicted— you.
pretty— no, smoking hot you, who, of course, happen to be his downstairs neighbor. because denki kaminari has the worst fucking luck in the world.
so he gets creative. he still supplies content, but it’s shorter videos, and he’s not even at home in most of them. in his mind, getting arrested for public indecency because he jacked off inside a bathroom stall in his uni library isn’t nearly as bad as getting evicted.
but in none of them he ever gets off properly, doesn’t give his body the chance to react the way it craves to. he’s bound to break.
and boy, does he break.
the night he finally films, it’s impossible for him to hold back. phone perched on the tripod, recording every single moment of denki coming undone with no restraints, cumming inside his toy over and over again until he almost passes out.
he only had enough energy to stop the video on his phone, then crashed immediately after, not even bothering to turn off his ring light or change his sheets.
the next few days are lived in a constant state of paranoia, fearing the sight of a paper slip on his front door or his mailbox, ducking behind corners whenever one of his neighbors would pass by. his peace was short-lived, though.
“hey, kaminari, right?”
denki freezes as he skims through his daily mail, idling in the lobby instead of taking everything up to his apartment like he should’ve done. fucking idiot, he mentally scolds himself.
because you’re standing right behind him, expecting eyes trained on yours when he turns around to face you. “y-yeah…uh, yeah. that’s me,” he croaks out pathetically, panic simmering low in his belly.
“then i was right, i did hear you the other night,” you state flatly, and with the unreadable face you’re sporting, you’re not helping denki’s incoming mental breakdown. but then, you speak up again.
“it sounded like you were having fun,” you shrug. “good for you. i might’ve listened in a bit but, hey, you were making it kinda hard not to.”
he just stares at you, absolutely dumbfounded, jaw unhinged while his brain blanks. “y-you…you’re not mad?” he forces the words out of his mouth, realizing he had to say something.
“huh? why would i be mad?” you tilt your head to the side. “i’m a downstairs neighbor, i know the risks. plus, you’re not exactly an inconvenience.”
denki must be dreaming, he must be, because there’s no fucking way you’re…flirting with him?
yet, it’s so clear— the way you keep checking him out, like you’re already picturing every way you can slut him out in order to make him recreate those very same sounds you, yes, did touch yourself to the other night.
so, of course, he can’t let this opportunity slip.
“so…how do you feel about cameras?”
⋆ ★ ⋆
“oh…oh shit…fuck, b-baby please! p-please, just like that…”
denki is positively losing his mind. you’re on your knees, arms pushing your pretty tits together as your head bobs to and fro, to and fro, making drool bubbles around the base of his cock. your eyes never leave his face, glinting with something evil, chest puffing with pride every time you can make him sound even more miserable.
you take allll of him in your mouth, until his balls are pressed against your chin, nose shoved into his pelvis. you’re also very much aware of the phone pointed towards the two of you, but you don’t mind. if anything, it’s enough incentive to put on a little show.
when you pull back, it’s with a loud pwah!, a mix of spit and pre coating the lower half of your face, strings of saliva still connecting your lolling tongue to the red tip of denki’s cock as you wrap your hand around it. you keep your mouth open, smearing the mess all over your lips until they’re glossy and shiny, slapping the head on your cheek, your tongue, your tits.
“ngh— b-baby, stop - hah - stop teasing,” he whines helplessly, wishing to reach out and touch you, but he obediently keeps his hands behind his back, still tied up with your thong (a little keepsake for him for later).
“mhh?” you big your eyes at him, faux innocence etched over your features. “are you close, denks? you wanna cum?”
“yes!” he pants out, chest heaving. “p-please, i’ll be good! i-i’ll be so fucking good, baby, please.”
god, your pussy is so wet.
“i’ll make you cum,” you say slowly. “then i want to sit on your cute little face, how does that sound? keeping your mouth busy so you don’t risk getting kicked out of here too?”
and you don’t give him the chance to, stuffing your throat with his cock again and making him keen, hips bucking forward involuntarily until he hears your faint gagging. that’s his breaking point. he completely loses control, balls tightening as he fills your mouth with a hefty load of cum, which you swallow down like a champ, and make sure to milk him through it until he’s a weak, twitchy little thing.
when you finally pull away, he’s still trying to come back to earth. he’s so, so cute. blonde hair sticking to his forehead, whole face flushed and damp, lips still plump and kiss-bitten from your little makeout session before he started filming.
“hey, still with me, denks?” you check in, placing your hands on his thigs and rubbing soothing circles on his skin with your thumbs. his nod is barely a twitch of the head, and you can’t see it, but he’s trying his best to give you a thumbs up behind his back.
“godd,” you smile. “gonna give you a few more minutes to come back to me, ‘kay? but—” you turn to his phone, “—i want you to turn that off when you fuck me later.”
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tina, tina, tina....
mdni. its 3am, this is all i got and it's absolutely disgusting. just sanji who mixes his cum in with the icing on the cinnamon rolls he gave you. they're warm. and he watches as you eat them, every last bite, lick the fork, lick the knife, practically lick the whole plate, and when you say 'this tastes better than usual,' he runs back to his room in shame. because he just made you another load.
idk what the point of me coming back bcos im still not ready to post,,,,,, sigh idk guys i think im losing it. i think i lost the touch, someone help, some drop some ideas in my inbox, idk, i have like scraps and bits but nothing has flesh.
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y'all writing threesomes is hard fuckin props to @kamislop and @tentypos for doing this on the reg i'm
are we all writing threesomes rn????
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SPIT N’ STICK!
⸝⸝ “FUCK THAT SHIT TILL YA LEGS CAN’T STAND—HIGH FREAK BITCH WITH THE WORLD IN HER HANDS!” ˎˊ˗
𓍼 in which you have you remind your pro-hero boyfriend that he’s not the only freak in the house!
⸝⸝ content — f!reader is a FREAK, dom!reader + switch!sero, somewhat porn w/o plot, face-fucking, tiny blowjob, slight use of spit, overstimulation, fingering, oral (fem and slight male receiving), denying orgasms, p -> v penetration, black!reader, sero discovers he has a spit kink, punishment sex (?), degradation (some is sero but most of it is reader), established relationship, reader is a tease…
⸝⸝ w.c — 2.3k
The familiar sound of a horrible, probably one star-rated romcom plays, projecting from the tv of your shared room, popcorn sat in between the two of you comfortably as your head rests on Sero’s shoulder. You snort as a sex scene plays out, the female lead looks nauseous.
”Pfft. Look at that, she looks like she’s gonna throw up every time she moans,” you remark, drawling out a chuckle of him as he rests back on his palms lazily, his own head placing on top of yours, his gaze moving from the screen to you.
The light of the technology illuminates hues of blue and orange, the two mixing together across your features as you absentmindedly pop another kernel into your mouth, soft, plump, and pink lips meeting once again as you close your mouth. Fuck, those pretty little lips would wrap around his dick perfectly, your tongue would swirl around the base with ease, he fantasized, letting out an audible huff at his own thoughts.
That was one thing Hanta hated about himself when you two first got together. He started noticing things he shouldn’t have, that he wouldn’t have if he were with anyone else. It was new for him, but a good new, he guesses.
A soft giggle coming from you snaps him out of his trance of thoughts, making him follow your gaze—which happens to be on the not-so-subtle tent stretching his black sweatpants, the fabric feeling tighter than usual at the sudden tension.
“Babe, you need some help?” you murmur innocently as if you’re suggesting going to the carnival instead of riding him or sucking him dry as you fluff your afro, crawling over to him slowly. He gulps. The only think he can seem to focus on is the leopard print, black-laced bra peaking out from under your black long sleeved shirt, the neckline dipping just above the curve of your breasts before stopping.
“Maybe,” he remarks, trying to sound confident as usual, his hands instinctively finding your hips, tugging them with a squeeze as you find yourself straddling his lap, your hands steadying against his chest for stability.
You hum softly in acknowledgement, hands mapping out the expanse of his compression shirt before finding the hem of it, hoisting it over his head, your lips finding his in a slow, tender kiss.
It’s soft at first. Tentative as your mouths mold together, his hands roaming over the canvas that is your body with an un-rushed pace. The kiss got messier, rougher as your tongues lashed into each other’s mouths, curling around each other in more of a fight than an actual kiss, to be frank.
The intensity of it all results in a soft moan from you—and that’s all it takes to get Sero started. He groans in response, hands tugging at your long-sleeved shirt, finding the hem and lifting it over your head. You’re beautiful, as usual, of course. Golden brown skin that shimmers under the faint light of the room, tiny moles poking at the swells of your breasts and curling all the way into where the two meet. What surprises him, though, is your response.
“Who told you that you could take my shirt off?” you question, a brow arched in genuine curiosity as you cross your arms over your chest. He blinks at you in disbelief before letting out a breathless laugh, running a hand through the jet black, smooth strands of hair he has that you’ve grown to love.
“..Mi amor, did you not just take mine off? I figured it was only unfair if I had to show off my physique and you didn’t,” he states simply, shrugging as he gestures to himself, muscles flexing slightly as his abs become more prominent now that he’s pointing them out.
However, as soon as he’s finished talking, he finds himself being stood up and pushed back onto the mattress of the bed. “Oof—“ he mutters in response, but he immediately shuts up as he looks up at you. Hovering over him. Pupils blown wide, eyes scanning him in a calculating, almost predatory manner. Hair mussed a bit, chest heaving slightly from the intense make-out session only moments before.
The sight alone made his erection grow. But what you said next?
“Let me make something clear, Hanta. You don’t do anything unless I say so. Understand?”
He bites his bottom lip with a nod, a prideful smile making his lips curl. He’d been a bit busy with missions lately, not busy to the point that it caused any problems, just absent physically. Maybe you built up your dominance while he was away? Whatever it was, it was turning him on heavily.
After registering his compliance, you fully climb on top of him, fingers swiftly pulling down his sweatpants.
“Fuck—hah—where the hell did you learn that, bebé? Didn’t take you for the sloppy head type,” he teases with another breathless laugh, hips bucking into your mouth as you mewl against his cock, head bobbing up and down as you allow him to hit the back of your throat every time, burying him to the hilt inside your mouth, removing your mouth just to spit in your hand, rubbing the two together as you start giving him a blowjob.
He throws his head back, groaning deeply with a sharp inhale. He didn’t even know he had a spit kink—not until you just did that shit. Fuck, that was hot. You suddenly stop when you feel him stiffen—he was about to cum just then.
“Hold it,” you huff, moving back down to his twitching cock to continue sucking him off as he looks at you in pure disbelief once again.
You make a muffled sound, most likely a sentence, but he can’t even understand you, especially not over his needy groans as he starts fucking your face from pure need, his length slamming against the roof of your mouth as you slap his thigh, causing him to bite back another sound.
“What the fuck did I say, you greedy little boy? You don’t do anything unless I say to. You know what happens to boys who don’t know how to listen?” You snide rudely, a cruel smile crossing over your face as you stand to grab his hair, tugging it roughly as he whimpers involuntarily.
“Look at you. So desperate for some attention. You’d fuck yourself with my panties if I’d let you, huh?” you remark, letting go of his hair as you crawl up to his chest, legs on either side of his torso before you slid your shorts off, leaving you bare in front of him.
“..Yes, yes I would. You didn’t wear any panties, sweetheart?” he questions, his own pupils dilating as he stares at your dripping slick, his tongue flicking over his suddenly dry lips.
“No. Figured I’d be punishing your ass by the end of the night, anyway,” you mutter, hovering your pussy right over his face before finally dropping down against his mouth. Sero moans immediately, hands finding your ass to give it a tight grip—only for you to smack them away, spitting into his mouth as a warning. Right. Rules.
Sero tastes you like a man seeking salvage, and you’re that very salvation he’s been seeking for so long. His tongue pumps in and out of of your fluttering cunt, causing your eyes to roll back into your head with a soft moan. “That’s it, Han. Right there. Show me you can be good—shit…”you breathe out, grinding into his mouth, which causes his tongue to press flat up against your clit. You moan even louder at the contact, Sero groaning into your wetness as he continues fucking you with his tongue, the muscle sliding in between your folds with precision.
The air reeked of sex and pure pleasure, filthy noises of your pussy squelching around his tongue echoing throughout the room as you grind a bit more erratically into his mouth, a hand moving up to fist his hair. “F-fuck…right there, Han—ah!” you stifle a breath as you feel the rubber band building up in your stomach, your movements growing more desperate, lacking your earlier authority as you chase your high.
“Mmph—look at my dirty girl. All that badass shit gone just with my tongue, how pitiful,” he purrs against your heat. You can only manage to grip his hair harder at the remark, hips rolling against his mouth.
“H-Hanta, I’m—I’m coming! Fuck!—“ you cry out, your vision going white as your orgasm takes over. The fluid squirts out all over his face, the rest dripping down your shaking thighs as you ride it out, giving a few more slow thrusts into his mouth before collapsing against his chest.
“..Come on, cariño, you can’t tell me you’re tired already? I haven’t even came yet,” he whispers in your right ear, giving it a teasing nip that makes you shiver before he flips the two of you over, hovering over you now as he lines himself up with your entrance.
“Hey…I said don’t do anything without my..permission,” you huff, watching as he gives you a look that says: “Oh, please, you can barely move,” before he slides in, your slickness helping him slip right into your snug little pussy, pushing himself in balls deep in one go. You moan, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he thrusts into you.
After a few minutes, you can tell he’s close. His pace starts to grow faster, his execution increasingly brutal. Your fingernails claw at the expanse of his back, stuffing your face into his hair with a huff.
“Why are you going so slow? You don’t think I’m that easy, do you? Your pace is average at most, to be honest,” you tease, causing him to scoff before pulling out to where just his tip remains—before SLAMMING back into you, moving as a undignified pace and using such force that the bed starts to creak. You yelp, following with a loud moan of euphoria, hooking your legs over his shoulders to shift into a mating press, your knees pressing into your chest.
”That—thrust—good enough—thrust—for you—thrust—brat?” he spoke in between thrusts, practically slaughtering your poor pussy as your gummy walls gush from the sheer amount of energy he’s using. “…I—shit, I’m coming!” he groans, shoving himself as deep as he can one last time as his warmth spills into you, making your stomach flutter with fulfillment as his seed spills out of you, cum leaking down your thighs and dripping down onto the sheets.
As soon as you tense up, feeling your own orgasm rushing forward—you feel Sero’s hands on your hips, staring at you. “Hold it,” he states simply, turning your own former words against you. Cruel.
Your eyebrows furrow as you scoff, thighs twitching in anticipation. “I’m not holding shiiiiiiiit…fuck!—“ your head lolls back as Sero dives down before you can even finish your sentence, his tongue slipping in between your folds for the second time.
His index and middle finger slip in alongside his tongue, the three working in precision as you let out a sharp cry from the overwhelming feeling. You liked shit like this, but it was too much. The fingers, his tongue, he just wrecked you with his cock, he ate you out before that—it was crazy to you.
But at the same exact time—the lust inside you was still insatiable. Insanely so. However, your thoughts are interrupted as another orgasm tears through you, Sero slurping up every single last drop of cum that leaves your aching, sore hole.
He lets out a tired sigh, kissing your temple as he wraps the blanket around you, getting up as you look at him in confusion.
“Where are you going?”
“..Uh, to get a towel?”
“We’re not done! I came twice, you came once,” you shrug, sitting up as you glance down at his still-hard erection, gesturing to that as well.
He blinks, glancing down at himself with a sigh as he approaches you.
“Fine,” he murmurs, with his usual shit-eating grin.
“But you’re doing all the work this time.”
You dust off your hands with a pride smile as you step back, taking in the sight before you.
With some use of Sero’s tape, you standing on your tippy toes to the ceiling fan, and your creativity—he’s now restrained, wrists stuck pressed together as his own tape circles around them and up to the fan for security.
“Ta-da!” you enthuse, gracing him with a smile and jazz hands as he just looks up at his wrists, then at you with a laugh.
“Whatever helps you have fun, I guess,” he shrugs, smiling as you spit into your hands again.
“What’s up with you and spit, anyway?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at your habit of incorporating spit when you top. You look up at him, shrugging as well.
“I used to peg some of my old boyfriends. I’m used to using spit as lube, so now I just use spit as a habit, I guess,” you state simply, laughing at the way his jaw dropped.
“THAT’S why you were so good at topping!”
“Guilty as charged.”
𓍼 a.n — i had a LOT of fun making this !! i really let loose and experimented with this one, so while it may not be the best story wise, I think it’s…well, smut. @tentypos, here’s your gift love !! <33
SPIT N’ STICK!
⸝⸝ “FUCK THAT SHIT TILL YA LEGS CAN’T STAND—HIGH FREAK BITCH WITH THE WORLD IN HER HANDS!” ˎˊ˗
𓍼 in which you have you remind your pro-hero boyfriend that he’s not the only freak in the house!
⸝⸝ content — f!reader is a FREAK, dom!reader + switch!sero, somewhat porn w/o plot, face-fucking, tiny blowjob, slight use of spit, overstimulation, fingering, oral (fem and slight male receiving), denying orgasms, p -> v penetration, black!reader, sero discovers he has a spit kink, punishment sex (?), degradation (some is sero but most of it is reader), established relationship, reader is a tease…
⸝⸝ w.c — 2.3k
The familiar sound of a horrible, probably one star-rated romcom plays, projecting from the tv of your shared room, popcorn sat in between the two of you comfortably as your head rests on Sero’s shoulder. You snort as a sex scene plays out, the female lead looks nauseous.
”Pfft. Look at that, she looks like she’s gonna throw up every time she moans,” you remark, drawling out a chuckle of him as he rests back on his palms lazily, his own head placing on top of yours, his gaze moving from the screen to you.
The light of the technology illuminates hues of blue and orange, the two mixing together across your features as you absentmindedly pop another kernel into your mouth, soft, plump, and pink lips meeting once again as you close your mouth. Fuck, those pretty little lips would wrap around his dick perfectly, your tongue would swirl around the base with ease, he fantasized, letting out an audible huff at his own thoughts.
That was one thing Hanta hated about himself when you two first got together. He started noticing things he shouldn’t have, that he wouldn’t have if he were with anyone else. It was new for him, but a good new, he guesses.
A soft giggle coming from you snaps him out of his trance of thoughts, making him follow your gaze—which happens to be on the not-so-subtle tent stretching his black sweatpants, the fabric feeling tighter than usual at the sudden tension.
“Babe, you need some help?” you murmur innocently as if you’re suggesting going to the carnival instead of riding him or sucking him dry as you fluff your afro, crawling over to him slowly. He gulps. The only think he can seem to focus on is the leopard print, black-laced bra peaking out from under your black long sleeved shirt, the neckline dipping just above the curve of your breasts before stopping.
“Maybe,” he remarks, trying to sound confident as usual, his hands instinctively finding your hips, tugging them with a squeeze as you find yourself straddling his lap, your hands steadying against his chest for stability.
You hum softly in acknowledgement, hands mapping out the expanse of his compression shirt before finding the hem of it, hoisting it over his head, your lips finding his in a slow, tender kiss.
It’s soft at first. Tentative as your mouths mold together, his hands roaming over the canvas that is your body with an un-rushed pace. The kiss got messier, rougher as your tongues lashed into each other’s mouths, curling around each other in more of a fight than an actual kiss, to be frank.
The intensity of it all results in a soft moan from you—and that’s all it takes to get Sero started. He groans in response, hands tugging at your long-sleeved shirt, finding the hem and lifting it over your head. You’re beautiful, as usual, of course. Golden brown skin that shimmers under the faint light of the room, tiny moles poking at the swells of your breasts and curling all the way into where the two meet. What surprises him, though, is your response.
“Who told you that you could take my shirt off?” you question, a brow arched in genuine curiosity as you cross your arms over your chest. He blinks at you in disbelief before letting out a breathless laugh, running a hand through the jet black, smooth strands of hair he has that you’ve grown to love.
“..Mi amor, did you not just take mine off? I figured it was only unfair if I had to show off my physique and you didn’t,” he states simply, shrugging as he gestures to himself, muscles flexing slightly as his abs become more prominent now that he’s pointing them out.
However, as soon as he’s finished talking, he finds himself being stood up and pushed back onto the mattress of the bed. “Oof—“ he mutters in response, but he immediately shuts up as he looks up at you. Hovering over him. Pupils blown wide, eyes scanning him in a calculating, almost predatory manner. Hair mussed a bit, chest heaving slightly from the intense make-out session only moments before.
The sight alone made his erection grow. But what you said next?
“Let me make something clear, Hanta. You don’t do anything unless I say so. Understand?”
He bites his bottom lip with a nod, a prideful smile making his lips curl. He’d been a bit busy with missions lately, not busy to the point that it caused any problems, just absent physically. Maybe you built up your dominance while he was away? Whatever it was, it was turning him on heavily.
After registering his compliance, you fully climb on top of him, fingers swiftly pulling down his sweatpants.
“Fuck—hah—where the hell did you learn that, bebé? Didn’t take you for the sloppy head type,” he teases with another breathless laugh, hips bucking into your mouth as you mewl against his cock, head bobbing up and down as you allow him to hit the back of your throat every time, burying him to the hilt inside your mouth, removing your mouth just to spit in your hand, rubbing the two together as you start giving him a blowjob.
He throws his head back, groaning deeply with a sharp inhale. He didn’t even know he had a spit kink—not until you just did that shit. Fuck, that was hot. You suddenly stop when you feel him stiffen—he was about to cum just then.
“Hold it,” you huff, moving back down to his twitching cock to continue sucking him off as he looks at you in pure disbelief once again.
You make a muffled sound, most likely a sentence, but he can’t even understand you, especially not over his needy groans as he starts fucking your face from pure need, his length slamming against the roof of your mouth as you slap his thigh, causing him to bite back another sound.
“What the fuck did I say, you greedy little boy? You don’t do anything unless I say to. You know what happens to boys who don’t know how to listen?” You snide rudely, a cruel smile crossing over your face as you stand to grab his hair, tugging it roughly as he whimpers involuntarily.
“Look at you. So desperate for some attention. You’d fuck yourself with my panties if I’d let you, huh?” you remark, letting go of his hair as you crawl up to his chest, legs on either side of his torso before you slid your shorts off, leaving you bare in front of him.
“..Yes, yes I would. You didn’t wear any panties, sweetheart?” he questions, his own pupils dilating as he stares at your dripping slick, his tongue flicking over his suddenly dry lips.
“No. Figured I’d be punishing your ass by the end of the night, anyway,” you mutter, hovering your pussy right over his face before finally dropping down against his mouth. Sero moans immediately, hands finding your ass to give it a tight grip—only for you to smack them away, spitting into his mouth as a warning. Right. Rules.
Sero tastes you like a man seeking salvage, and you’re that very salvation he’s been seeking for so long. His tongue pumps in and out of of your fluttering cunt, causing your eyes to roll back into your head with a soft moan. “That’s it, Han. Right there. Show me you can be good—shit…”you breathe out, grinding into his mouth, which causes his tongue to press flat up against your clit. You moan even louder at the contact, Sero groaning into your wetness as he continues fucking you with his tongue, the muscle sliding in between your folds with precision.
The air reeked of sex and pure pleasure, filthy noises of your pussy squelching around his tongue echoing throughout the room as you grind a bit more erratically into his mouth, a hand moving up to fist his hair. “F-fuck…right there, Han—ah!” you stifle a breath as you feel the rubber band building up in your stomach, your movements growing more desperate, lacking your earlier authority as you chase your high.
“Mmph—look at my dirty girl. All that badass shit gone just with my tongue, how pitiful,” he purrs against your heat. You can only manage to grip his hair harder at the remark, hips rolling against his mouth.
“H-Hanta, I’m—I’m coming! Fuck!—“ you cry out, your vision going white as your orgasm takes over. The fluid squirts out all over his face, the rest dripping down your shaking thighs as you ride it out, giving a few more slow thrusts into his mouth before collapsing against his chest.
“..Come on, cariño, you can’t tell me you’re tired already? I haven’t even came yet,” he whispers in your right ear, giving it a teasing nip that makes you shiver before he flips the two of you over, hovering over you now as he lines himself up with your entrance.
“Hey…I said don’t do anything without my..permission,” you huff, watching as he gives you a look that says: “Oh, please, you can barely move,” before he slides in, your slickness helping him slip right into your snug little pussy, pushing himself in balls deep in one go. You moan, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he thrusts into you.
After a few minutes, you can tell he’s close. His pace starts to grow faster, his execution increasingly brutal. Your fingernails claw at the expanse of his back, stuffing your face into his hair with a huff.
“Why are you going so slow? You don’t think I’m that easy, do you? Your pace is average at most, to be honest,” you tease, causing him to scoff before pulling out to where just his tip remains—before SLAMMING back into you, moving as a undignified pace and using such force that the bed starts to creak. You yelp, following with a loud moan of euphoria, hooking your legs over his shoulders to shift into a mating press, your knees pressing into your chest.
”That—thrust—good enough—thrust—for you—thrust—brat?” he spoke in between thrusts, practically slaughtering your poor pussy as your gummy walls gush from the sheer amount of energy he’s using. “…I—shit, I’m coming!” he groans, shoving himself as deep as he can one last time as his warmth spills into you, making your stomach flutter with fulfillment as his seed spills out of you, cum leaking down your thighs and dripping down onto the sheets.
As soon as you tense up, feeling your own orgasm rushing forward—you feel Sero’s hands on your hips, staring at you. “Hold it,” he states simply, turning your own former words against you. Cruel.
Your eyebrows furrow as you scoff, thighs twitching in anticipation. “I’m not holding shiiiiiiiit…fuck!—“ your head lolls back as Sero dives down before you can even finish your sentence, his tongue slipping in between your folds for the second time.
His index and middle finger slip in alongside his tongue, the three working in precision as you let out a sharp cry from the overwhelming feeling. You liked shit like this, but it was too much. The fingers, his tongue, he just wrecked you with his cock, he ate you out before that—it was crazy to you.
But at the same exact time—the lust inside you was still insatiable. Insanely so. However, your thoughts are interrupted as another orgasm tears through you, Sero slurping up every single last drop of cum that leaves your aching, sore hole.
He lets out a tired sigh, kissing your temple as he wraps the blanket around you, getting up as you look at him in confusion.
“Where are you going?”
“..Uh, to get a towel?”
“We’re not done! I came twice, you came once,” you shrug, sitting up as you glance down at his still-hard erection, gesturing to that as well.
He blinks, glancing down at himself with a sigh as he approaches you.
“Fine,” he murmurs, with his usual shit-eating grin.
“But you’re doing all the work this time.”
You dust off your hands with a pride smile as you step back, taking in the sight before you.
With some use of Sero’s tape, you standing on your tippy toes to the ceiling fan, and your creativity—he’s now restrained, wrists stuck pressed together as his own tape circles around them and up to the fan for security.
“Ta-da!” you enthuse, gracing him with a smile and jazz hands as he just looks up at his wrists, then at you with a laugh.
“Whatever helps you have fun, I guess,” he shrugs, smiling as you spit into your hands again.
“What’s up with you and spit, anyway?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at your habit of incorporating spit when you top. You look up at him, shrugging as well.
“I used to peg some of my old boyfriends. I’m used to using spit as lube, so now I just use spit as a habit, I guess,” you state simply, laughing at the way his jaw dropped.
“THAT’S why you were so good at topping!”
“Guilty as charged.”
𓍼 a.n — i had a LOT of fun making this !! i really let loose and experimented with this one, so while it may not be the best story wise, I think it’s…well, smut. @tentypos, here’s your gift love !! <33
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⸝⸝ masterlist!
HEROES AND VILLAINS? — THE MHA COLLECTION!
SOCCER STARS — THE BLLK COLLECTION! <- coming soon!
HUNTERS — THE HXH COLLECTION! <- coming soon!
CURSES — THE JJK COLLECTION! <- coming soon!
YOUR BLURB OF SERO USING SPIT AS LUBE IS SOOO YUMMY
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