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⨳ WARNINGS. fem!reader, hints of a power struggle, switch!kazutora, handjob, fingering (f!receiving)
⨳ WORD COUNT. 1.159
⨳ NOTE. decided to write some kazutora for my birthday today, and this is also my submission for @ghostyzhongli’s roommates collab!
KAZUTORA CAN’T HELP IT— he can’t help the way his fingers ache, and the way his mind can only focus on one thing. he can’t help the rush of heat that pools across his skin as your body nestles against his, or the way you hum with fulfillment the more you push yourself into his grasp. he knows he shouldn’t feel this way about his roommate, but he just can’t help it.
so he tries so hard to hold himself back— to keep himself from allowing the bulge of his cock to ease itself into your hand, but you just don’t stop, do you? you never stop taunting him— like you know he’s pined over you for months, always pressing his ear against the wall to listen to your moans through the whirr of your vibrator. you just don’t stop your trailing hands that drag across his torso as you smirk at his fluster, or the sounds that slip from your lips the more you ease into comfort, and kazutora thinks he’s just about ready to give in.
⨳ WARNINGS. fem!reader, switch!hawks w/ dom!reader, handjob, fwb, hawks just can’t deny his feelings for his best friend any longer ♥︎ this is kind of switchy on both parts bit it starts off dom!reader so whatevs
⨳ WORD COUNT. 2.077
⨳ NOTE. oop first hawks piece im in my debut era <3 I haven’t written in a while so please be nice ♥︎
AMERICAN TV IS FULL OF SEX— you never realized it before, just how many lewd scenes flash past your eyes, and how fast it all seems to happen out of nowhere, until your jaw is clenched tight within the first five minutes of the movie.
it’s not that you didn’t like it— you just didn’t expect for your night to be filled with the anticipation of watching something like that, and in front of your best friend, no less. sound of heavy breathing and tiny little whimpers flooded from the tv, and you almost felt like you should turn it down, until you catch a glimpse of keigo beside you— his face is tinted with blush, and his feet that were propped up obnoxiously on the couch were pressed together as he watched from behind the cover of his knees.
ft. draken, kazutora, mitsuya, baji, chifuyu, souya, nahoya
cw. fem!reader, blowjobs, oral (m!receiving), head pushing, choking, rough bj's, dacryphilia, somnophilia, adult content minors dni
#DRAKEN loves to see your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock. he loves seeing the way your eyes wince at the stretch, or the way tears prick the corners of your eyes the further he slips his cock down your throat.
"that's it" he coaxes, snaking his hands around to the back of your head. "doin' so good for me baby"
his cock gets harder and harder every time you gag and cough around his length, and he's not sure you can take it the further he pushes your head down his shaft— but you're just so pretty, eyes spilling with tears as you look up at him with mercy in your eyes.
"you can keep goin', right princess?" he asks, throwing his head back when you cough and gag around his cock as if to say yes. "fuck"
his cock pushes at your throat— your nails dig into his thighs as spit drips down your chin. you can feel the way his cock twitches and throbs in your mouth, each jolt matching the way his moans spill from his lips as his fingers pull at your hair the more your tongue works him.
"fuck baby I'm gonna—" draken pauses, his body jolting as he groans. "fuck you're gonna make me cum"
your whimpers are all he needs to push him over the edge, and his head begins to spin as spurts of his cum drip down your throat and drip from the corners of your mouth. draken watches with knit brows as his seed dribbles down your chin, and he pulls your mouth away to admire the mess he made all over your tongue.
"good girl" he groans, holding your head straight by your chin. "now swallow it all for me"
#KAZUTORA lets out a tiny whimper as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock. your eyes are hazy with lust that spills across his body and fills him with warmth, and he just can't help but run his fingers through his hair— unsure of what to do with his hands that nearly turn to fists as he pulls his hair back and moans.
"f-fuck baby I—" he stutters, barely able to focus on the way your mouth moves up and down his length. your tongue drags along the vein that pulses and makes his cock twitch, and kazutora knows he can't keep it together much longer. he's a mess. sweat beads his forehead and tears prick his eyes as he sinks back against the headboard of the bed and whines.
"please I—" he stutters again, this time letting his hands fall to the sides of your face where his thumb caresses your jaw. "I can't, you're gonna... I— "
his voice is frantic— he looks cute when he falls apart, bucking his hips as you hold him down until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. he's tried so hard to hold back, but the hum of your moans around his length make his body burst into shivers and he spills his warm seed down your throat in small spurts. each twitch of his cock comes with a whimper as he falls apart beneath you, spilling praises and thank-you's from his mouth as you swallow every last drop with a smile.
"good boy" you coo, crawling up his panting body to plant a salty kiss on his lips. "— want your cock inside me now baby"
#MITSUYA is hesitant. his brows are furrowed, head spinning as you drag your tongue up his inner thigh, leaving a glossy trail behind that nearly makes him go feral. you can feel the way his body twitches under your touch as his shaky breaths travel down his legs and make his cock throb.
you've got him vulnerable— body exposed, his hands gripping the sides of the chair as you inch closer and closer to his length. if it weren't for the way your tongue teased the base of his cock, he would have had his cock forced down your throat by now. but something about the anticipation— the thrill of watching your eyes flutter and more your tongue works its way around his length makes him hesitate, too enamoured with the way you gaze back at him to move a muscle.
"please princess I can't—" he stops when your tongue drags up the length of his cock, pressing along the vein that travels to his tip where you stop.
"hmm?" you ask, circling the tip of your tongue around his slit as dribbles of precum slip down the sides of your tongue. "you want me to stop?"
mitsuya shakes his head as strands of lavender hair shade his lust tinted eyes. "no I—" he stutters, digging his nails into the sides of the chair. "don't stop— please"
mitsuya's voice nearly cracks as your lips wrap around him, letting his head fall back against the chair while you gaze back up at him with doe eyes.
"more" he groans, shifting his hips just enough for his cock to slip further down your throat making you gag. "need.... more..."
#BAJI likes to tease you— always slipping your hand over his cock, letting you feel how hard he is just for you. he likes to watch the way your breaths hitch when you feel him, and the rush he gets watching you press your thighs together is like no other.
baji likes to act tough— tough until your lips are wrapped around his cock, head bobbing up and down his length as you struggle to take him all the way. he's tough until your nose is pressed against his pelvis as your throat closes around his length, and suddenly he's a mess. his hands are tangled in his hair, head pressed against the wall as he holds his moans in his throat— trapped behind his lips pressed together in focus.
"I can't—" he stutters, catching his moans once again as your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock. baji can feel his body tense— his hands balling into fists as he loses himself in the way your mouth works him. "baby I—" he stutters again, this time letting a groan slip past his lips as his hands fall to his sides.
he's searching for your touch— desperate to lace his fingers with yours— to feel the comfort of your touch as you push him closer and closer to the edge.
"fuck" he spits his curses as your fingers lock with his. baji can feel his body start to tingle as you giggle against his cock. he wants to feel the way your walls wrap around him while he fucks you, but he can't get the sensation of your tongue toying with his slit out of his mind. he can barely take it, and his moans filter through the air with a newfound freedom the tighter your lips purse around him.
"jesus— keep going— fuck" baji groans, feeling his cock twitch as his cum leaks down your throat. he can barely focus enough to form words— too busy watching the way your tongue swipes every last drop of his cum as you bat your eyelashes up at him.
"good girl" he groans, stroking the sides of your face with a limp hand as you smile back at him with satisfaction. "always a good girl for me"
#CHIFUYU'S eyes are sleepy. his hair is splayed against the pillows, eyes fluttered shut as he barely stirs in his sleep. he's too pretty to pass up, all sleepy and relaxed. you cant help but trace the outline of his cock, already hard in your hand. it's almost like he never stops wanting you— like even in his sleep, he's begging for you through the tiny shallow breaths that make his chest rise and fall in a peaceful rhythm.
he's barely got time to think before your mouth is wrapped around his cock as you swirl your tongue around the tip. his eyes stay shut but his breaths hitch as your tongue drags down the underside of his cock. it's messy— strings of your spit cling to your chin as you take his length down your throat, but the tiny whimpers that hum against his lips keeps you going. you can feel his hips shift and thrust himself further and further— conscious or not you know he wants more. he needs more, and as your fingers wrap around the base of his cock chifuyu can't help but moan and his eyes finally flicker open.
"fuck" he whispers with a hoarse voice. he can't make much out of you other than the silhouette of your head shifting beneath the sheet of the bed, but chifuyu doesn't need to see you to know what's happening anyhow. he's already a whimpering mess— reduced to desperately grasping at the sheets around him for stability as you work your tongue up and down his cock to match the pump of your fist around him. his head is already spinning, filled with nothing but air as you guide him to his high.
"that's it baby" you coax, as his eyes squeeze shut once again.
"I'm gonna cum in—" he stops and sucks in his breath as the hum of your voice vibrates around his length. he can't take it much longer, and as you giggle with satisfaction chifuyu can't help but let himself go as spurts of warm cum decorate your hand and spill to his thighs.
"that's a good boy" you smile, collecting the strings of his seed on your tongue. "taste so good fuyu"
#SOUYA just can't seem to stifle his whimpers. his cock is shoved down your throat with his hands gripping your hair. he's forceful— he just can't help it— but the sweet sounds of his cries make up for it even when you're struggling to breathe with your mouth stuffed.
he moves frantically, like he can't decide whether he wants you to stop or keep going. each cough and gag that hums against his length nearly pushes him to tears as his desperation grows more and more persistent in his mind.
"please baby please I'm gonna—" souya stops as your tongue drags along the vein that wraps around his length. his torso buckles under him, pushing his cock further down your throat pulling a choked sob from his lungs. "I— I'm g-gonna.. c-cum— fuck"
he's so easy— his body stutters as tears well in his eyes and yet he still can't stop. he wants to crumble into the bed in a mess of sweat and exhaustion, but his hands that move your mouth up and down his cock say otherwise, even as his pleading floods the room and echoes against the walls.
"please please please please ple—" souya sobs, choking on his sobs as each desperate beg comes with the push of your head. when his body finally betrays him, he stutters and crumbles as the heat begins to pool at his core and his cum coats your tongue with a warm salty glow. he's so pretty all fucked out— eyes hazy as he struggles to breathe through his tiny little cries that tell you what a good job you did for him <3
an. I haven't done headcannons in a while! here are some aftercare headcannons mixed with a little mini drabble for you! reblogs & comments are appreciated <3
#MIKEY isn't the king of aftercare by any means. he's the type to indulge himself in the sweetness of your cunt until he can't take it anymore— the kind that nearly passes out right after spilling his seed inside your cunt. instead of showering you with praise, cleaning you up, and telling you how pretty you look, he'll comb through his hair with dazed eyes before collapsing beside you. you'll be rather unamused— you're used to it by now, but you can't help but roll your eyes when he begins to snore.
"mikey" you groan, rolling his dead weight away from your spot on the bed. "mikey move"
it's too late— he's already gone— committed to taking up as much space as possible and his arms wrap around your torso in a trap you'll never escape.
#DRAKEN will go the extra mile just for you. he watches the way your chest quivers with each breath, taking his time to press his hands against your shoulders as you calm down. his lips press against your forehead in a gentle kiss, feeling satisfaction in the way your body responds to his touch. draken is focused on your comfort before anything else, bringing an extra pillow to support your back as he props you up against the headboard.
"did so good for me princess" he whispers, tracing the sides of your face as his palms rest over the marks he left across your skin— he's always been good at calming you down. "gonna clean you up, okay? wait here"
#KAZUTORA is always the one that needs the aftercare. he's emotional, and fragile during sex— always brought to tears as his body trembles under your touch. he often finds himself biting his lip to keep the tears from falling— he doesn't want you to think you did anything wrong, but he can't help but feel his lip quiver the second your hand cups his face. he can't help that the feeling of his own bliss is too much for him to manage— it feels too good.
"pretty boy" you hum, brushing sweaty strands of hair away. "you can cry baby, it's ok"
the softness of your voice is enough to make the tears drip down his cheeks, and he pulls you into a hug— sniffling against your chest as you rock him back and forth.
#MITSUYA much like draken, can't help but feel a sense of pride as his eyes scan your shaky body. he loves to admire the mess he made, watching his cum drip from your cunt as he toys with your folds. but the second you wince and whimper at his touch, he clicks his tongue with a smile.
"you ok angel?" he'll ask, sitting himself beside you as you press your knees together and nod. you'll whimper when he leaves, listening to the sound of water running in the tub as he hums away. but when he comes back, the sweet smile that rests on his lips makes up for it.
"c'mon" he motions towards the bathroom, slipping his hands under your legs as you cling to his shoulders for support.
"taka you don't have t—"
"shhhh" he cuts you off with a kiss planted against your lips, and shakes his head. "you deserve it"
#SANZU can't help but knit his brows when tears form in your eyes. he's always rough with you, pushing you to the edge of your composure until your body becomes too much for him to handle much longer. but when you need him the most, he struggles.
"haru" you whimper, grasping at sheets to cover your body with embarrassment. it isn't till he sees the shameful look that falls on your face that he realizes how much you need him, and his lip juts out in a pout.
"what's wrong?" he'll ask, swallowing his pride as he watches you fall apart.
"come" you pout, outstretching your arms for him to join, and as cold as he may try to act, he can't help but submit to your needs and pull you flush against his chest.
sanzu is warm— his hugs, while rare, are intoxicating. they make you feel like the world around you is melting, and they burn your cheeks with tiny tears that trickle from the corners of your eyes
"I love you" he'll whisper into the crook of your neck, wanting nothing more than to keep you in his arms forever.
#BENKEI is attentive— there's no doubt about it, but he's also easily exhausted. he's the type to collapse beside you— chest beaded with sweat as he struggles to catch his breath. it takes him a moment to come back to reality, finally remembering you beside him. he'll turn to his side, propping himself up on his elbows as he draws patterns across your skin.
"you ok angel?" he'll ask, stroking the sides of your face as you turn to face him. when you nod, a sweet smile crosses his lips as he leans down to kiss you.
"wait here" he coos, before slipping his pyjamas back over his hips and escaping to the bathroom.
he'll wet a towel with warm water like a spa, taking care to dab at your skin as gentle as he can feeling like you could break under his touch.
"is this ok?" keizo asks, watching the way your body relaxes as he presses the towel against your skin to wipe away his cum. your nod brings him comfort, and he can't help but plant gentle kisses up the inside of your thighs.
#TAKEOMI's first instinct is to reach for his pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. you might hate the smell of smoke, but he doesn't seem to care, and you're used to it by now.
"omi" you'll whine, turning to your side as your skin stings with imprints of his fingers that had dug into your skin.
"hmm?" he mumbles, ashing the cigarette off to the side.
"c'mere" you cling to his torso as he struggles to take the last drag from his cigarette without getting smoke in your face. it's almost cruel, the way he nearly neglects you as his cum drips from your cunt.
"alright alright" takeomi groans, rolling out of the bed as he trudges to the bathroom to run you a bath. "gimme one sec princess"
#SHINICHIRO doesn't know the first thing about aftercare. in fact, he's almost over careful every time. it takes him a minute to gain his composure again— it's all too easy for shin to get lost in the bliss of his high. but when he finally comes to his senses, all attention is on you.
"are you ok baby?" he inspects your body as he speaks, eyebrows knitted deeper with every mark he comes across.
his fingers graze the tiny bruises down your neck— ones tender enough to make you wince.
"m'sorry" he whispers through kisses pressed to each spot. "couldn't help myself baby— you just feel too good"
it's almost funny how much he seems to care about the marks reminiscent of his pleasure, and he'll make up for it by pulling you flush against his chest as his heartbeat nearly lulls you to sleep.
I don’t usually post multifandom stuff but @festive enabled me and I can’t help but think about the way tokoyami maintains his composure so well until your hands brush against the spot between his shoulder blades, and a shiver runs down his spine. he’s thrown off that it was so easy, and he’s trying his very best to keep himself together as you lean your head on his shoulder— your hand drawing gentle circles on his back as his brows furrow and his hands grip the sides of his clothes. tokoyami will do his best not to make eye contact with you— he knows you can tell that he’s struggling by the way his cock pushes against the fabric of his pants and he can’t help but feel ashamed that such a small act has pushed him this far. he feels dirty, disgusting, disrespectful. everything you’ve been wanting him to feel the second your fingers danced down his back. and whats more is tokoyami is so easy in this state, too. he’ll stutter nonsense responses when you ask if he’s ok, nodding his head avoiding your lustful gaze that takes so much pleasure in watching him struggle, and he might even cum if you whisper in his ear how disgusting you think he is for this.
cw. gn!reader, hybrid!au, puppy!kirishima, sub!kirishima, dom!reader, cei, kirishima licks your hands clean after you make him cum <3
wc. 1.107
an. @eijiphoric inspired this one hehehehehehe
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“kiri” you whined, shaking your leg free from his grasp as kirishima curled himself around you, on his hands and knees with wide eyes looking back up at you.
kirishima had always been a good puppy for you— he always followed orders, desperate to please you and his head always filled with thoughts of you and desires that crept from the depths of his mind. he was always so cute too, and his bright eyes that gazed at you with excitement were hard to say deny.
you reached down to his head that leaned against your leg, stroking the spot between his ears as a smile spread from cheek to cheek. he was a misfit, but he was cute nonetheless with one ear that perked straight up, and another that flopped to the side. and though kirishima loved you more than anything, there were times when he couldn’t help but resort to desperation, pushing your buttons until you finally gave in to his needs.
“what is it?” you asked, letting him nestle himself beside you on the sofa.
“need help” he whimpered, his usual excited eyes now tinged with hints of torture as he shifted enough for the imprint of his cock in his pants to show.
you raised an eyebrow and jutted your bottom lip out in a pout, cupping your hand around the ear that sat straight up as you stroked it in a tease. kirishima whined, his cock starting to throb as he imagined your hand around his length instead and his hips shifted with frustration the more you stroked him. any other puppy boy would be too impatient— they would lose control and go feral in an instant from the simplicity of your touch alone. but not kirishima. he was far too loyal— too obedient to act without approval first, and instead let his imagination do the work for him as you massaged his ears with a smile on your face.
“good boy” you hummed, moving your focus to his lips that were swollen and red from his teeth that bit down on them in frustration. brushing your thumb against his bottom lip, you watched his cock twitch in his pants the more you teased and his tail moved in unison, showing you just how desperate he really was to be touched.
“please” kirishima whined, face flushed pink as he shuffled himself closer in hopes you would give in to his neediness.
“please what?”
kirishima pinned his ears back and frowned at your response, eyes darting to his cock and back up to you.
“use your words” you cooed, skimming your hand down his chest that jolted at the simplest touch.
“please help me cum”
“thats it” you hummed, teasing the imprint of his cock as his tail began to thump against the cushions in excitement. “on your knees”
as always, kirishima obeyed your orders, shuffling his position until he sat back on his feet, freeing his cock from the confines of his sweatpants as it pressed flush against his abdomen, aching and leaking just for you.
“so needy kiri” your palm wrapped around the base of his length, squeezing until his body jolted forward and a whine fell from his lips. “is this what you wanted?”
kirishima nodded, barely able to form words as you leaned forward and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. he always looked so cute when you teased him like that, and the way his eyes crossed and his tongue lolled from his mouth made your heart flutter and heat pool at your core.
“more.. please” he begged, sucking in his breath as you worked your lips around his cock until the entirety of his length was enveloped in the warmth of your throat. your tongue dragged up and down the vein on the underside of his cock as your lips twisted and your head bobbed up and down his shaft, and the whimpers that fell from his lips made your lips curve in a smile as you pulled his cock from your mouth with a pop. kirishima was never good at being able to tell when he was close. in fact, you were a victim of his struggles too many times before, always ending up with spurts of his cum down your throat when you least expected it. but kirishima couldn’t help it— your tongue made his head dizzy and his body limp and he couldn’t help but lose track of his own pleasure as his cock teased the back of your throat.
“just wait kiri” you hummed, admiring the way his slit leaked as you pumped his length in your hand. “you can do it”
kirishima whimpered again, each time louder than the last and his hips couldn’t help but buck into your hand as you squeezed and twisted with every moan. you knew he was close from the way his eyes crossed and his tail thumped against the sofa, and you picked up the speed of your motions to match the way his hips thrust against your palm in a frenzied chase of his high. his tongue lolled to the side as drool dripped to his thigh, and kirishima’s moans came with the twitch and throb of his cock in your hand as spurts of his warm cum coated your fingers and palm.
“good boy kiri” you praised, keeping a gentle pace around his cock as you milked him dry.
his body was shaky— ears pinned back as his arms leaned forward on the sofa on his hands and knees, panting heavily as you collected the drips of cum on your fingers and opened your mouth for him to mimic. and like a good boy, kirishima opened wide and stuck his tongue out just like you showed him, waiting with eager eyes and a thumping tail despite the tingle that still made his cock ache. with his cum scooped in your fingers, you pressed them against his tongue with a cheeky grin as he closed his lips around you and lapped at his seed like the little obedient puppy he was.
“taste good?” you asked, pulling your fingers away and wiping them clean against his thigh. kirishima nodded, mouth still pursed shut as you stroked the hair between his ears. “show” you instructed, tilting his head up by his chin, and kirishima stuck his tongue out for you to inspect, proving his compliance with a clean mouth and sharp, white canines to match.
“what a good puppy you are” you hummed, and kirishima nodded as he nuzzled himself into your lap with a soft smile that was nearly too sweet to resist.
+ MIDORIYA is easy to wake. he stirs in his sleep as his cock ruts against your back in tiny rolls of his hips chased with whimpers and moans that sprinkle your skin. his eyes flutter open, sleepy gaze scanning your body with lust in his eyes. he wants you so bad, but midoriya would never overstep his boundaries. he would never wake you for his own pleasure— he has too much respect for that. instead, he slips his needy cock between your thighs, whimpering as the friction of your skin against his cock makes his breath hitch. his hands trace down your arms as he pushes his cock between your thighs, hips moving in tiny circles as the heat of his pleasure ignites his cock on fire. he just can't help it, rutting his hips against you as he feels his high near until his cum oozes between your thighs and drips to the bed. midoriya can only stutter to catch his breath as he grips the base of his cock now coated with his cum, frantic to find a way to clean you up before you wake.
"so pretty" he hums, a soft smile on his lips as he dabs at your skin with the sheets.
+ BAKUGO is far from a morning person. when he wakes up, cock hard and aching from god knows what, the only thing on his mind is how to get rid of the throbbing frustration pooling at his core. you're so pretty too, stirring in your sleep, shifting your body every now and then. he groans every time you grind your ass against his body, sleepy instincts reaching for his arm to wrap around your body and he just can't take it anymore. he can't take your subconscious advancements— the way you rut yourself against his body. he needs to feel you wrapped around his cock, and what bakugo wants, he gets. your lips barely part in a sigh when he sinks his cock between your thighs. your cunt is so tight and he struggles to move, shifting his body till his cock hits all the right angles inside you and he's doing his best to keep quiet. the closer and closer he gets to his high, the louder his voice picks up and your eyes flutter open the second his warm cum fills you up and oozes down his cock.
"too fuckin' tight baby" he grumbles, not realizing you were already awake.
+ KIRISHIMA can't help it. he can't help but watch the way your body looks, sound asleep and peaceful. he rarely gets a chance to admire your purity like this, undisturbed and quiet, and he can't help but bask in the feeling of his cock pressed against the side of your thigh. he's never been good at self control— especially not when the warmth of your skin makes his cock throb and throb until he can't take it anymore. his cock rubs against your thigh and he doesn't need much, just the tip is enough pressure to make him whine against your body as his hands paw at your tits. his body is practically curled around yours, clinging to you like a koala as his whimpers turn to moans and his pleasure overwhelms his body. his cum leaks from his cock all the way down your thigh and he whines, digging his nails into your skin until he's able to catch his breath and steady himself.
"kirishima?" you grumble, opening your eyes to the sensation of his warm seed coating your leg. but kiri only plays dead, mocking a snore as he pretends to sleep in your arms until you sigh with defeat.
+ TODOROKI doesn't want to submit himself to his struggles. he's better than this. he knows it. and even still, he can't keep himself from wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back tight against his chest as your sleep deepens in the comfort of his grasp. he's got you pinned to his chest as he holds you steady long enough to slip his cock inside your cunt, groaning as your walls flutter around his length and suck him in until he can barely move. the sweetness of your cunt keeps him still as he basks in the way your walls tighten and relax with the rhythm of your breath. he wishes he could stay this way forever, his cock warmed by your body that he holds close to his chest— safe and warm in his grasp for good.
"feels so good princess" he whispers, the heat of his breath making your skin freckle with goosebumps.
his brows are knit the second you rut your cunt against his cock, whining and needy for him, and only him. bakugo can practically feel your desperation through his skin, and it's not long before he's got your bare cunt pressed against his cock, slick with your arousal as his grip on your hips tightens and he's rocking you up and down his length. his groans are laced with frustrated desire— he wants to feel you so bad but the thrill of watching you whimper and beg for more is overpowering.
"make yourself cum" he orders, digging the back of his head into the pillow as he closes his eyes to hide the desperation in his expression. "and hurry up"
MIDORIYA
midoriya can barely contain his whines when your cunt is wrapped around his pretty cock, all coated with your slick as you grind yourself down on his length and take pleasure in the way he struggles to grasp the sheets beside him. it's not like he expected it, either. he was perfectly composed when your lips kissed down his neck, leaving tiny bruises and freckles of red on his skin. but the second the heat of your core spread across his skin, any sense of rationality dispersed faster than his composure.
"m'gonna cum" he whines, shaking his head as if it did anything to keep his inevitable tip over the edge of pleasure. a giggle slips from your lips— one that brings a blush to his cheeks as his hips stutter and his cum leaks all over his sweatpants all for you.
KIRISHIMA
kiri looks up at you with stars in his eyes as your hands make their way down the sides of his torso, gripping his abs for support as you rub your clit against his cock that's throbbing and twitching with your every move. he's desperate— that much you know— but he tries his very best to hide it with furrowed brows and the bite of his lip as he guides your body along his cock. he wants it so bad, he can't understand why you wont just take him, but theres a tiny sliver of his mind that rides the thrill of waiting for your next move— the slow push to the edge only to be denied of the pleasure he so desperately craves.
"please" he groans, nails digging into your skin. "need'ta feel you around my cock"
DENKI
he's far too enthralled with your cunt wrapped around his cock, teasing the edges of his pleasure to care about the way his face looks, all contorted and scrunched, as you rock your hips against his body and sprinkle gentle whimpers across his body. denki feels like he can't get enough as he claws at your skin with tiny shocks that dart from his fingertips as he bucks his hips against your cunt. he's devious— always trying to shift your body just right til the tip of his cock teases your hole, and he whines the second you finally let him slip, feeling the warmth of your cunt wrap around his cock the way he wanted all along.
"fuck princess" denki groans, stuttering as you take his whole length inside you. "so tight for me"
TODOROKI
he's quiet— shallow breaths are the only indicator of the bliss that's washed over his body as you drag your puffy clit along his cock. he wont say it, but he wants more. he wants to sink his cock deep inside you, to feel your body bounce up and down his length. but he wont say it. instead, he'll guide your hips with the rock of his body, eyes shut as he basks in the warmth of your cunt gliding up and down his throbbing length. every now and then his eyes will peak open, looking down at the way your arousal coats his skin and feeling his cock pulse with frustration each time.
"doin' so good" he mumbles, absorbing your pleasure through his aura. "make me cum like this"
ft. midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, denki, && tokoyami
cw. weed, edibles, tobacco, mentions of joints and blunts, some slight nsfw handsiness
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+ MIDORIYA is absolutely terrified to even think about a joint, let alone smoke one. he’s the type that needs a lot of convincing and reassurance to even get to the point of considering it. however he’s likely easily peer pressured too. his first time was at a party, and not wanting to miss out on opportunities he followed the small group of people outside, tagging along at your side. his eyes widened when you passed him the half smoked joint, and he nearly coughed up a lung from half a draw. midoriya doesn’t give up though, so he kept at it until he was swaying in place and his eyes looked dry and scratchy. completely spaced out, but gives you a thumbs up when you ask if he’s ok. also the type to get pretty clingy and accidentally handsy with you, not really caring that his hands have slipped up underneath your shirt and don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.
+ BAKUGO is just ANNOYING. he’s so annoying but it’s fun to tease him about being inexperienced. he’s pretty snappy and absolutely denies that he’s an amateur, but when he inhales he keeps it all in his mouth because he doesn’t know any better. then when everyone else is decently buzzed and he’s not, he goes off about how everyone else is so weak compared to him and his tolerance is unmatched. until you give him an edible and he’s staring at the wall for 3 hours.
+ TODOROKI can be hesitant. it’s not that he’s scared, it’s more that he seems to think he’s better than that. he also takes some convincing, and a little peer pressure to ease him up. his first time was in the comfort of your home on the balcony. you lit a blunt, explaining exactly what he was smoking and how, and he played it off as if he knew what you were talking about and didn’t need an explanation. however once he took the first hit he had to hold in a violent attack of coughing that made his throat burn. eyes welled up with tears and everything. but once he gets a little more used to it, shoto is the type to kick back on the sofa watching movies, usually laying with his head rested on your tits while you stroke his hair.
+ KIRISHIMA goes overboard. leave him alone. poor kiri has no self control. he’ll waaaay too easily green out or push the limits of his high because he wants to keep up with everyone. he doesn’t like to admit it because he thinks its embarrassing but he’s got an extremely low tolerance. being high really brings out his emotions too, and he gets all whiny and pouty when you don’t give him the attention he wants. however he’s also really easily distracted, so give him some snacks or show him your tits and he’s all better, bright eyed and ready for more. likes to stare at you with not a single thought behind his eyes while you talk to him, and when you ask if he was listening, he goes “to what”
+ DENKI is honestly a natural when it comes to smoke sessions. even when he’s inexperienced, he’ll pretend like he’s a pro. however once he gets a couple puffs in he gets really giggly and it becomes painfully obvious that he is far from a pro. he gets pretty loud and boisterous, thinking he’s the funniest person in the room when really he is far from. however his confidence is rather amusing, and he uses it to try and sweet talk his way with you trying his very best to get you alone with him. too bad though because the second you oblige, he lays down beside you and gets a little too comfortable in your grasp and passes out. poor denki.
+ TOKOYAMI absolutely refuses to smoke (dont u know smoke is bad for birds) but he’s not opposed to edibles. tokoyami is the type to ease into it slowly and with caution. it doesn’t take a whole lot of convincing to get him on board, but he’s the type that wants to buy solely from dispensaries and doesn’t care that it’s overpriced. if he’s gonna do it, he’s gotta know where it comes from. tokoyami is the type to not realize how high he is until he opens his mouth to speak and the words barely come out. he doesn’t really get giggly or anything, but he definitely gets more affectionate. he’s a lot more open and honest with you about his gratitude and his emotions, all while tracing patterns on your skin and admiring your features while you rest in his lap. he’ll tell you you’re beautiful over and over too.
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˗ˏˋ MIDORIYA ´ˎ˗
“s-stop it, I can’t— ngh” midoriya whines, with his nails dug deep into your thighs.
he’s tougher than he looks, but that doesn’t stop you from sinking down on his cock while he’s gaming, legs nestled at his sides as your walls flutter on and off, just enough to make him stutter on his words. he’s tough until you’ve got him trapped beneath you, and his brows are knit with frustration. he wants more so bad, but midoriya can already tell by the way your lips are curved in a smirk and the way your lust filled eyes gaze down at his stature below you, that he’s not going to get it even if he begs. but still, that doesn’t stop him from trying, and his hips move just enough for the slight drag of his cock down your walls to fulfill his pleasure and leave him useless with his head leaned back against the chair as he lets out whimpers between hitched breaths the more you keep him from moving.
˗ˏˋ TOKOYAMI ´ˎ˗
your nails drag down tokoyami’s chest, lustful attempts to fluster him fall on a blank expression as he crosses his arms and leaves you huffed and frustrated. but you can feel his hard cock pressing against your cunt as you straddle him, and his defiance is nothing more than a thin mask you can see right through. even still, he looks away, refusing to give in to your eyes that beg for his attention because tokoyami prides himself on being respectful— and certainly what you’re about to do is far from. you begin to question his composure as you free his cock from the confines of his sweatpants, watching the way his eye twitches and paying careful mind to the small groans that slip from his mouth when you finally bottom out on his length. his arms are still crossed at his chest, but that much changes when your arms snake around his torso and your fingers draw gentle circles and patterns down his spine. now, he’s flustered— that much you can tell by the way his cock twitches and throbs inside you, and you know you’ve gotten your way as his arms uncross themselves to pull you flush against his chest.
“that’s my girl” he groans into the crook of your neck, now a subject of your torture as you grind down on his cock.
˗ˏˋ KIRISHIMA ´ˎ˗
kirishima isn’t one for patience. that much is evident by the way his hands have a death grip on your waist, trying his very best to force you up and down his cock that’s aching and begging for more. kirishima hates it when you cockwarm him too— it always starts off so innocent with doe eyes gazing up at him, all glossy and begging him to let you feel him inside you. he can’t really say no— not when your tits are practically pressed in his face and your cunt is drooling all over his cock that somehow is already rutted against your folds. you’re quick to take him too, knowing he’ll back out once he realizes he’s been tricked. but once you sink down his length and his grunts turn to moans, his hands start roaming your body in a desperate search for more contact. every time you adjust yourself and his cock gets a taste of your walls tightening around him, he whimpers and curses, trying his very best to get you to move again.
“if you let me fuck you right now I promise to be quiet for the night” he whines, face pressed into your tits. and how could you say no?
˗ˏˋ BAKUGO ´ˎ˗
bakugo doesn’t quite get the whole concept of cockwarming in the first place. but he’s also not one to deny you when you crawl into his lap with your skirt hiked up just enough for him to get a peek of your pretty pussy glistening with slick just for him. he chews his bottom lip, a conflicting frown adorning his features as you sit yourself down on his cock, and he lets out a grumble that could only be taken for pleasure. you giggle as you watch him struggle to keep his composure. he wants to fuck you so bad, and he knows he could if he really wanted to. it wouldn’t take much for him to flip roles as he pounds his cock into you. but something about the way your eyes gaze down at him as you rest with your walls tight around his cock, fluttering every now and then that makes his chest jolt with shockwaves of pleasure. he’s confused— he wants you to move but every time he tries you just rut your hips against him until he’s groaning again, and he’s forgotten all about it. what’s worse is you keep at it— pushing him to the edge every time you lift your hips just to slam back down against his thighs and he groans and curses every time.
“If you keep doin’ this m’gonna fuckin’ cum” he mutters, pressing his head into the crook of your neck as you giggle.
˗ˏˋ TODOROKI ´ˎ˗
cockwarming shoto is always intimate, and sweet. he’ll come home exhausted and spent, washing away his worries in the shower as you wait patiently on the sofa for him to return. he barely says a word to you— just sits down beside you, stroking your hair and the side of your face in admiration as you sit on your knees expectantly. you always want the best for your boyfriend— whatever he wants, you’re happy to give him. but shoto just reaches for your hands, locking his fingers with yours as he guides you onto his lap. your back is pressed against his chest, his favourite way to hold you, and his face is nuzzled against your neck, peppering tiny warm kisses behind your ear as you shuffle the fabric of your shorts away and sink down on his cock that’s been waiting to feel your warmth for what feels like ages. todoroki is quiet— he lets out nothing more than a sigh as your cunt wraps around his cock, but you know better than anyone that he’s in a state of pure bliss as you cozy yourself into his arms that wrap around your chest and tease your nipples. this was his way of unwinding for the night, and he couldn’t ask for a better cocksleeve to do it with.
an. my submission for @jeminiwrites dark academia collab!!! non-sapphics (cishets basically) dni please <3
all that could be heard in the depths of bookshelves and tables was the flipping of paper and a low murmur of footsteps shuffling against the hardwood floors. focus was hard to maintain as you bit down on your bottom lip, eyes glancing up to yuzuha who sat across the floor from you, back leaned up against a bookshelf and indulged in her work while you struggled to start yours. your pen twirled between your fingers as boredom took over and your mind started to wander while your eyes scanned her figure and the shelves that towered above you, encasing you in a realm of your own. you leaned forward, elbows propping you up on the insides of your knees as your chin rested in your palms.
"I'm bored" you sighed, watching her closely.
"Then you should do your assignment silly"
a frown formed on your faced as you huffed, reaching your hand out to trace lines up and down the side of her leg. yuzuha watched you over her paper, eyes flickering between the two and she shifted as if to invite you closer. her skin was soft— silky and warm. you found comfort in something so simple, and feeling the way her body responded to your touch with goosebumps and shivers. soon, the grazes of your fingers turned to palms running up her leg, teasing the edge of her skirt as you shifted your weight to your hands and knees. yuzuha’s head was leaned against the shelved, strawberry blonde hair framing her face that flashed expressions of warning the closer you crawled.
“what are you doing?” she asked, knowing the answer.
“killing my boredom”
yuzuha sighed as your hands slipped past thin pleated fabric, reading her body like the books that encapsulated you in this world as you inched closer to her with each brush of your hand. paper was discarded beside you and yuzuha’s now freed hands reached for the back of your head, using her leverage to pull you to her face where she rested her forehead against yours. words weren’t needed between you— the brush of her lips against yours was enough, and she pulled you closer with each peppered kiss that spilled the passion between you. excitement bubbled in your chest— the kind that made your heart race as you slipped a finger past the lacey fabric of her panties that you already knew she was wearing. her lips parted in a gasp when your thumb rolled over her clit, taking in every shift of her body and using it as fuel to continue as you explored her body that you already knew so well.
yuzuha was quiet, paying mind to her surroundings as she submitted herself to you and your touch that brought warmth to her skin and butterflies in her chest. her lips searched for yours as your fingers slipped inside her— first one, then another in a desperate attempt to hear the sweetness of her moans. and yuzuha was always easy, always desperate for you, always keeping still while you took your time with her body and the way her walls tightened around your fingers.
“wanna taste you” you whispered against her lips, breaking her kiss for only a second before she begged for you back and nodded at your response. giving her the luxury of your lips one last time, you smiled before shifting back on your ankles and dipping your head beneath the pleats of her skirt.
yuzuha couldn’t hold back her moans when your tongue met her clit— kitten licks being all she needed to whimper with pleasure as your fingers continued to massage her walls. she always tasted so sweet— like candy— and the way her body jolted and tensed at your touch was even sweeter.
“that’s it” you hummed against her cunt, arousal soaking your tongue and chin as you sucked and lapped at her clit. each time your lips pursed around her she gasped, and her hand gripped the back of your head with a desperation that let you know she was already so close.
“d-don’t stop.. please” she stuttered as her chin dipped to her chest and her eyebrows knit in focus. all yuzuha ever wanted to do was please you— even if it meant letting you indulge in her cunt in the middle of the library while she studied, and the way her walls began to flutter was all the evidence that you needed.
“don’t wanna anyways” you spoke through stripes of your tongue that collected her slick like nectar, letting your fingers curl and pull at the strings that unraveled her pleasure bit by bit. she was so close— so desperate for you to release the tension that was building at her core, and as your free hand thumbed her clit in tandem with the motions of your tongue, yuzuha shrunk into the shelf and bit down on her sweater in a desperate attempt to mask the sounds of her pleasure that burst through her body as you pushed her over the edge of her composure and into a sea of euphoria.
she always looked to pretty to you, hazy eyes staring down at you with desperation as her cum coated your tongue and made your lips shine with a special kind of bliss. her body trembled under your touch, shivering even as you pushed her legs open to make room for you as you returned to her face, letting her taste herself on your lips.
“good girl” you whispered, letting her breathe as you sat back and watched her glossy eyes waver.
nothing could ever top study dates with your girlfriend.
an. this is for sapphics only!! non-sapphics dni <3 if you like religion this is not for you
every sunday yuzuha would show up at church, hair messy and clothes drab as taiju dragged her along to sit nicely and listen to what his favourite pastor had to say. and every sunday she would sit and listen to the endless ramblings of bible verses and stories that to her, sounded entirely made up, wishing she could be home with you fucking herself stupid on your tongue instead. that's how the idea spawned— standing in the corner of the hall while her brother spoke with fellow members, completely unaware that she was scrolling through her hidden album of your lewd photos, fantasizing about who taiju thought was merely his little sister's best friend. he never considered the days she would spend at your place, or the way she touched your shoulder so gently when you were around. he didn't think much of the way her arms snaked around your torso when you showed up for dinner, or even the way she kissed you on the cheek and escorted you home after. and that was exactly why taiju didn't hesitate to welcome yuzuha's offer to bring you with her to church one drab sunday morning.
taiju waited impatiently as yuzuha fixed your hair, tucking stray pieces behind your ear before linking your arms and venturing inside the church. the air was heavy— thick with prejudice and judgement that just seemed to linger in the air, waiting to absorb it's victims into a pit of disgust. you hated it— hated everything about it. you hated the stained glass panes that decorated the ceiling, you hated the crosses strung up on the walls, you hated the organ that hummed a melancholic tune just slightly out of pitch, and you hated taiju. but so did yuzuha, and the comfort of her hand on your thigh reminded you of the bitterness you two shared for your surroundings.
as the sermon began, taiju took his seat beside yuzuha with you closest to the aisle, and discomfort set in. voices that broke out in song flooded your ears making you cringe, and yuzuha rolled her eyes for only you to catch. her hand sat on your thigh, hidden by her bag as she toyed with your patience moving it further down each time her finger brushed the fabric. your heart raced— what if taiju saw? what if the others seated around you noticed the way you squeezed your thighs around her hand? what would they say? your heart raced with anticipation of these thoughts, yet your clit ached and begged for her touch all the same. something about the rush— the risk, the excitement of it all, made you desperate for more— craving her touch like an addiction.
as the organ's hum resided, you cleared your throat and stood up from where you sat. you were sure if you stayed any longer, the bench would be dripping with your arousal. so you smoothed your pants, glancing at yuzuha before slipping out the french doors and to the bathroom— and your girlfriend was on your tail.
"pretty pussy just couldn't wait for me, hmm?" she teased, pressing you against the wall of the bathroom beside the sinks in a kiss that was sloppy, but warm. her lips moved frantically, leaving little space to breathe as her hands wandered up your shirt and cupped your tits. your head spun and your clit ached— something yuzu was happy to help with as she directed you to the counter and helped you up until your legs wrapped around her head with your leggings pulled to your ankles. she wasted no time in ridding of your panties, pushing them away to bury her face in your cunt letting your juices soak her tongue and chin. a moan escaped your lips and bounced off the tile of the bathroom— her tongue felt too good, sucking on your clit and humming with pleasure every time you whimpered her name. she loved the taste of you— loved the way you jolted and stuttered for her. she loved the way your cum tasted on her tongue, and the way you made her feel every time you moaned her name and begged her for more. yuzuha loved it too much, and she couldn't help but slip two dainty fingers inside you, massaging your sweet spot she knew all too well while sweat beaded at your hairline and your hands gripped desperately at nothing. "mmm I love it when you're wet for me like this" she cooed, lapping up your juices before taking your clit in her mouth again. "tastes so good"
your walls clenched around her as her words teased you, pushing you to the edge with the softness of her voice that made you so weak. the sound of her mouth savouring the taste of your cunt, and her fingers that curled and dragged inside you made your head spin, knocking your weight against the mirror behind you as her body begged you to cum. her fingers picked up pace, pumping in and out while her tongue drew circles around your clit in her mouth. shivers broke out over your body and the tension in your core snapped, leaving you in a crumbling mess of choked sobs and trembles as your pussy gushed your juices all over her face and arms, soaking her sleeves and dripping from her chin. "good girl" she murmured, refusing to part with your cunt.
but your screams and her coaxes had drowned out the sound of the door opening, and when your vision finally refocused, all you could make out was the tall, stalky figure of taiju standing in the doorway, a loot of disgust and hatred painting his face.
your cover was blown, but at least you had fun doing it.
cw. fem!reader, dom!reader, use of the word dumb, use of pet names pretty, princess, and baby, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, dumbification, squirting
wc. 1.662
an. this is my first submission for my pride collab!! in honour of lesbian visibility week, your resident tumblr lesbian would like to present subby senju <3 enjoy!
“please I—” senju’s breath hitches as your lips graze her neck, admiring the goosebumps that freckle her skin as you smile into her warmth.
she tastes sweet— like leftover perfume and honey, with the soft hint of fresh laundry that lingers on her clothes. you can’t help but trail your fingers up her waist— the satisfaction of knowing that your drag of your fingers alone is enough to make her press her thighs together and her head dips to her chest in shame. she shouldn’t be this easy. she shouldn’t let you get under her skin like this, left to crumble in pieces as your fingers slip under the thin fabric of her shirt, but something about the way your touch and the way you tease her leaves her helpless— just begging to catch her breath.
“what’s wrong pretty?” you mock, jutting your bottom lip out against her neck just enough for her to feel the jest in your voice. “you want more huh?”
senju knows she could move— that she could easily overpower you in one little twist of her body— and yet the way your stature traps her against the wall with your hands slipping past every hem of fabric she wears somehow eases her into your comfort, surrendering her power to you just for now.
she only manages to suck her breath in, waiting and waiting for you to slip a hand between her thigh and give her what she wants. but senju knows better than that. she knows better than to trust her desire for satisfaction in your hands, and yet every time she makes the same mistake. like she wants it.
your voice hums against her skin and senju shrugs her shoulder as if to shake you away— but you only smile as your fingers crawl down her body until your hand has her cunt cupped in your grip. the heat of her arousal bleeds through her clothes— it’s painfully obvious what she wants, but senju has never been one for words. it’s a skill she was learning to master with your guidance alone.
“already so wet for me, pretty” you whisper, and senju whimpers as your teeth trap her skin between them. her thighs press together tighter now— pushing your fingers together just enough for them to rub against her clit as she mewls. “you want more?”
her frantic nods make strands of messy blonde hair she had pinned back fall in front of her face— the shade her eyes as she bites her bottom lip with frustration.
“that’s not enough baby, you know that”
senju whimpers as you pepper tiny kisses up her neck, all the way till you reach her lips where your thumb presses down on the swollen spot she had bitten down on.
“c’mon, you can do it” you whisper, watching with an expectant smirk as she shies away from your gaze and shifts under your touch. “say you want more”
“I—” she stutters, holding words in her throat as her face flushes pink.
“you?” you tease, hovering your lips over hers with your thumb still pressed to her bottom lip.
“I want… more… please….” senju’s words are skewed as she speaks— your thumb catches the syllables just enough for her to sound pathetic and dumb, just like you want her.
“hmmmm” you smirk, letting your thumb trail down her body instead as she swallows the knot of anticipation in her throat. “good enough for me”
senju barely has time to process your words before you’ve got her from where you trapped her against the wall, to the edge of the bed. the carpet burns your knees as you pry her legs apart and nestle your head between them. her skirt is flipped up, exposing her soaked panties for you to see and she’s grabbing at the sheets to hide the shameful display of her arousal. she only stops when your fingers wrap around her tiny wrists— if you didn’t know any better you’d think she would break.
“not so fast princess” you click your tongue with the shake of your head between her thighs and shoo her hands away. “you’re gonna be good for me, m’kay?”
she nods with your direction— she can’t disobey when you’re staring back at her with an eyebrow raised, especially when the pleasure she so desperately craves lies completely in your control. but you smile when her legs relax just enough for you to pull her closer, letting her feet wrap around your neck as your nose presses against her clothed cunt.
“thats it” you coo, tasting the slick that stains her panties as she whines. “good girl— you keep like this, got it?”
another nod is all senju can manage. she wants to hide her face behind a pillow— to shy away from you as your fingers pull away the soaked cotton fabric leaving her more and more exposed to your filthy desires. you can’t help but slip a finger past her folds, soaking yourself in the way she gasps at the sensation. she looks so cute staring back at you with eyes that nearly beg for more. and so you give— you’ve always been a giver, eager to watch her face contort the more you stretch out her tight cunt.
“fuck” you groan, voice vibrating against her clit. “so tight baby, you need me to stretch you out nice ‘n good yeah?” before she can nod again, you shake your head and smirk. “nuh uh— use your words pretty girl”
it’s embarrassing— senju feels like she could disappear if not for the way your fingers make her body tingle. heat pools at her core and spreads across her skin the more you tease with your tongue. she wants to hide under the blankets and shimmy away but the rush of your motions is too much. instead she only whimpers, letting broken moans flood the room as you finally close your lips around her clit.
you know her body better than she knows it herself. all the things that make her tick, all the little spots inside her walls that make her stutter and shake. your fingers curl upwards, pressing on her sweet spot as she chokes on her moans the more her head starts to spin.
senju’s eyes roll back in her head each time your tongue swirls around her puffy clit, sucking and slurping at a relentless pace that she isn’t sure she can handle much longer. she’s ashamed of her sensitivity— ashamed of how little it takes to push her over the edge with how much she can take from anyone but you. she wants to keep you between her legs as long as it takes for your satisfaction, but senju knows it wouldn’t matter anyway. what you want, you get— and the stutters of her hips or the desperate sobs that make her fists grasp at your hair is only the beginning.
“I—” she stutters, again. it seems like the only word she can form now as her head lolls back with pleasure. each flick of your tongue pushes her closer and closer, making her head fill with pleasure as your fingers stretch her cunt and collect the slick that pools in your palm. her whimpers and whines climb in pitch with every step closer to her high until the swirls of your tongue around her clit push her off the edge and into a pool of bliss that washes her body and coats her moans with ecstasy.
but your tongue doesn’t stop.
senju tastes too sweet to pass up so fast, even as she writhes under your hold and pushes you away with her feet. your tongue doesn’t stop.
“I can’t I— it’s too much— ngh!”
the more she squirms, the faster your tongue moves, flicking her swollen clit like torture as tears prick her eyes.
“not done” you mutter, too enthralled with the taste of her pleasure on your tongue as her juices coat your chin. “not done yet” you repeat, holding her legs apart as she cries.
senju knows her pleads for you to stop only serve as fuel for you to continue— she knows the way she writhes and wrestles in your grasp only keeps you between her legs, and yet she can’t seem to stop. she wants it so bad— to let you push her to the brink of tears that drip down her cheeks and soak the ends of her hair stuck to her face. her cries grow weaker and weaker, turning to sobs mixed with stuttered moans as your tongue presses flat against her cunt.
“that’s it baby” you coax, lapping slow strokes as her legs begin to tremble. “gimme one more, m’kay? you can do it princess just gimme one more”
senju nods, pressing her lips together as she grips the sheets beside her until her knuckles turn white. your fingers have her puffy folds spread enough for your lips to wrap around her desperate, swollen clit one last time, letting your tongue kitten lick her bud as you suck and tug at her nerves. she can barely contain herself— legs shaking and squeezing your head between them as her body falls back against the mattress. it’s not till your fingers slip back inside her needy cunt that she gasps, almost lost for a sound as her cunt convulses around you. she’s never felt this before— tears leak from her eyes as her cum sprays across your chin and all the way to your chest. you’re soaked in her arousal, nearly drunk on satisfaction of watching her body pant and struggle to breathe.
“fuck baby” you speak through your own breaths, gathering her juices on your fingers for her to taste. “you did so good for me”
senju only mewls, eyes fucked out and dumb as you paint her lips with her cum.
“such a good girl for me” you hum, stroking her hair as she nestles herself into your chest for comfort.
an: on the seventh day of christmas my true love gave to me, seven swans a swimming! today’s swans come in the form of hanma, your friend with benefits who gets a little too excited about what the tree lights are capable of becoming.
old cardboard gift boxes and passed-down tins of ornaments scattered the table, and small green wires to match sat in a small container beside where you knelt, sorting and untangling them to hook them onto ornaments you had lined up in front of you. hanma watched from the stool he sat on as he fiddled with the tree, pine needles fluttering to the ground and trapping themselves in his hair as he cursed and shook his head. it was your first christmas with him around — despite knowing him for years, you had never really gotten close. but this time was different. this time, something had kindled between you two, and even if it was nothing more than occasional hook ups and labels like ‘close friends’ to mask your romance, hanma didn’t mind, and neither did you. you only had time for living in the moment, and this time, the moment was decorating the tree.
“here” you smiled, tossing two bags of string lights to hanma who had finally finished screwing the tree into it’s base. he grunted, thinking he was off the hook for the evening until he saw the tangled knots of the lights in the bag.
“my my!” hanma sighed, picking the cords from the bag. “when will I ever rest! you’re overworking me here it’s unfair!”
“shut it shuji — you’re here to help me, remember?” he rolled his eyes at your comment, because more than anyone, hanma knew you could never say no to him. he had that way with you — that charm that made you stutter and choke on your words. he knew just how to get you, and keep you in his trap.
and your attitude and snide comment only triggered his mind to run on a tangent of thoughts, mindlessly untangling the cords as he daydreamed about all the times he had you helpless beneath him, begging for his touch while he stroked his cock over your face. he daydreamed about all the times the two of you would sneak into your friend’s bedroom at a party with you on your knees until they stung from the friction of the carpet, and he daydreamed about the kisses you would leave down his neck when he bounced you in his lap until you fell apart in his hold. hanma was so lost in his thoughts that he had barely realized he had been clenching his fists around the lights, cock getting harder beneath his pants at the thoughts that raced through his mind.
“c’mere” he motioned you to the floor at his feet, uncoiling the lights in his hand. you obliged, innocence dictating your actions as you sat down at his feet. a devious grin crept to his lips as he scanned your body. hanma shifted from the stool to his knees as he gathered the lights in his lap. “can I see your hands?”
butterflies overcame your senses, making your head feel dizzy at his request. you could tell by the way his eyes fell half lidded and hazy — by the way he bit down on the corner of his lip like you were a piece of fresh meat and he was a hungry dog. you nodded as your eyes felt glossy, raising your hands to his lap. hanma traced your palms and shivers erupted up your arm to your head, making your eyebrows furrow in distress. how was it so easy for him? and why did you so easily submit to him? these were questions that occupied the space in your mind when hanma wasn’t getting his way. but the second his hands wrapped around your wrists forcing them together, every thought in your mind vanished, replaced with flutters of overwhelm and anticipation as he reached for the string of lights that covered the bulge of his cock in his sweatpants. you watched with doe eyes and a complacent body as he directed you to your knees, arms stretched behind you as he picked away your clothes and wrapped your wrists together with the lights. it wasn’t his best work, but it would do. the tiny bulbs of orange, red, green, and blue made it hard to keep the wires tight. it was different than his usual rig, no intricate knots that laced down your spine with your skin spilling over the rope. instead, it was messy bunches of wires and lights that tangled between your wrists and ankles. but, it did the trick, and hanma once again had you helpless under his touch, shivering and jolting at ever graze of his hand that seemed to tease your clit so painfully. he hummed against your skin as his other hand tangled itself in your hair, tilting your neck enough for him to leave a trail of bruises and goosebumps that spread across your skin.
“you’re always so good for me…. bunny” he murmured, the warmth of his breath against your ear made you shiver and the nickname sent a thousand tiny fires to your clit that throbbed for him. “will you be a good girl for me?” you nodded, swallowing a knot in your throat that eased your shoulders into his touch as he guided you to lean back on your ankles. your muscles strained and tensed once again as his hand provided support to your lower back, easing you back on your feet until your shoulders touched the floor. “good” he coaxed, and his voice was sweet and soft. but beneath the mask of consideration was a pure lust-filled desire that almost seemed to taunt you.
“shuji I—” you were shushed by a finger that pressed against your lips as hanma crept down your body until he reached your clit. he was so hungry too, his craving for your pleasure washing his mind and driving his fingers that toyed with your walls as they slipped inside you. a gasp escaped your lips, one that was again hushed by hanma’s finger still pressed against your lips. and as his tongue began to flick around your nerves, his finger turned to his palm that held your moans back, humming against his hand as you squirmed under his tongue. he had barely done anything but your head was already spinning, overwhelmed by the combination of his tongue, and the way that your body was bent and contorted — unable to move without stretch.
but you weren’t alone in your struggles for composure. hanma had reduced himself to rutting his hips against the floor as he lapped at your cunt, letting your juices drip down his chin while his finger massaged your walls with ease. your muffled whimpers only left him grinding himself deeper, desperate for the friction against his cock and to feel the same pleasure as you. it was something about the way you looked, spread out and tied up for him that made the tension stack at his core. something about the way your whines vibrated against his palm, the way you tasted on his tongue. something about the way you looked down at him with teary eyes while he grinned at the way your walls clenched around his fingers that made his cock twitch. would you care if he came so easily? would you care if he was selfish? hanma squeezed his eyes shut as he buried himself deeper into your cunt, his face lost between your thighs as his tongue left you twitching and trembling. you were so close, you could feel every inch of his fingers dragging against your walls and it felt as though your head was tied to the ground as you arched your back and bit down on his hand. hanma cursed, pressing his hand to your mouth with more strength as he rolled his hips into the ground. he picked up the pace of his tongue, fingers working in tandem as he struggled to restrain his release. he just wanted to taste you, so bad. you rarely let him bury himself between your thighs, and having you tied up at his mercy was only making it harder for him to hold back.
it was the tears that ran down your cheeks to his knuckles that finally sent him over the edge, moaning against your clit and gripping your jaw with a force that pricked more tears at your eyes as your vision became cloudy and your head began to tingle. you writhed and squirmed against your restraints, desperate to cling to him for stability that even hanma didn’t have as his cum leaked form his cock and stained his pants. heavy pants nipped your skin where hanma rested, his head propped against your thigh that quivered and shook beneath him. his hand, ridden with bite marks, fell from your mouth to your chest where it rested as he caught his breath.
cw: fem!reader, sub!reader, dubcon (?), public sex, dacryphilia, sex w stranger, nsfw minors dni
wc: 1.9k
an: on the twelfth day of christmas my true love gave to me, twelve drummers drumming! today’s drummer comes in the form of izana, who happened to be alone for christmas eve the night you were stuck working
time seemed to pass so slowly as you stared at the numbers on the register screen, shifting every minute to the next in what seemed like an infinite loop. nothing about your situation was at all favorable — stuck working on christmas eve, alone, and closing nonetheless. you were alone for christmas regardless, with no family to come home to after your shift and nobody to wake up to on christmas morning either. it was a first, and in a way, working on christmas eve was a sort of distraction from the gloom of the holidays you faced.
as the sun set and dusk set in outside, customers began to dwindle and you were left in silence, only the hum of christmas music playing to drown out the whirr of the espresso machines that were no longer needed. so you sat there to bask in your solitude, left to ponder your thoughts or aimlessly scroll through your phone until closing time. it wasn’t until the chime of the door sounded once more that your mindless trance was broken and your head snapped to attention. a man with blonde, almost white hair stepped inside, red earrings that dangled from his ears a stark contrast to his hair. you greeted him, putting on your best customer service voice, but he ignored you, and sat down at a table alone. it was odd— typically customers would come to the counter, order their coffee, and sit. but he paid no mind to your presence behind the counter, taking out his phone and a notebook instead. so you shrugged your shoulders, deciding not to bother with him and to focus on cleaning up for the night.
but even after half an hour, the stranger stayed in his chair, typing and writing things down at the table and not once did he even acknowledge your presence. it was close to closing time, and he was starting to put you on edge. so you gathered every ounce of confidence you had, and sat down at the table across from him with a rag and cleaner in your hand.
“sir, excuse me but I just want to let you know that we cl—” he cut you off, a smile on his face.
“what’s your name?” he looked to your chest, noticing the absence of a nametag, then gazed back to you. you frowned, put off and frankly annoyed by his curtness.
“doesn’t matter. we’re closing and I’d like to get home to my family.” you lied through your teeth, nerves building as you could tell he was going to put up a fight.
“family? it’s nearly 10pm. if you had family, I’m sure they’d all be asleep” he took the words from your mouth, leaving your brows furrowed in displeasure because he wasn’t wrong. but what were you to say to a customer, when the cameras in every corner watch your every move? you sighed, not wanting to cause any problems you could be written up for in the future.
“and if you’re right, what about you? don’t you have family to go home to?” the man scoffed in response, laughing and shaking his head as his earrings dangled with his movements.
“family isn’t worth it” he said, crossing his arms. you cocked your head and leaned against the table, eager to hear more.
“what do you mean?”
“I mean, family is just there to let you down, right? so what’s the point” what christmas cheer, you thought to yourself, only humming in response to keep back your thoughts. “so you are alone, I take it?” he continued. you almost didn’t want to answer, sensing an ominous tone to his demeanor. but how bad could he be? he looked close to your age, composed, and certainly well dressed. it wasn’t like he was picked off the streets and placed in your cafe. so you gave him a chance, head resting in your palms as your elbows propped you up.
“I don’t like answering questions for people I don’t know” you stated, shrugging your shoulders. “what’s your name?” the man only chuckled.
“you won’t tell me your name, but you want to know mine? seems unfair, no?” you shook your head.
“no, because you’re a customer and this is a private business. I don’t have to do anything for you, but I can kick you out whenever I want” you beamed a smile at him, stating your dominance.
“I see. you can call me izana then”
the way his name rolled off his tongue sparked something in the pit of your stomach that set your face on fire, burning hot with a sudden embarrassment that you couldn’t quite explain. he watched you as you shifted, your body language suddenly more involved as if his name was the key to the lock around your heart. his eyes seemed to glow under the lights of the cafe, twinkling lavender like some sort of galaxy. how was it that you were so entranced, by the uttering of his name alone? how did he manage to fluster you so easily with no more than an introduction? it felt dangerous— like risky territory that you weren’t about to get sucked in to. so you cleared your throat, and pushed your chair out behind you.
“I’ll be back. just going to get some.. water” you said, as you escaped to the break room around the corner. but izana was smarter than you— he knew you could just get water from the machine right across the counter. he knew he had flustered you, that he nearly had you in his grip and he wasn’t going to stop with defeat— when had he ever done that?
with quiet footsteps, izana followed close behind, but far enough for you not to notice. he followed as you slipped into the breakroom, putting his foot between the door as he leaned against the frame and watched you collect your thoughts. he was so quiet, you didn’t notice he was there until you turned around and a shriek escaped your lips. izana laughed, shifting his body so the door closed behind him and he leaned against it until the latch clicked shut.
“I think it’s a shame that such a pretty girl is alone for christmas” he cooed, pushing himself off the door and moving towards you. you backed into the fridge, hands behind your back, but you weren’t scared, per se. only nervous, with butterflies erupting in your chest and a knot that held your throat tight and kept you from speaking. izana moved closer, now nearly pressed against you with one hand placed on the fridge door beside your head. you weren’t naive enough to underestimate what was happening, but you also didn’t have the critical thinking skills in the moment to decide if this was a smart idea or not. but it didn’t matter to izana. he had already checked the corners of the room for cameras, and his hand had already slipped between your thighs with a motion so swift you didn’t realize it until his fingers pressed against your clit through fabric. your mouth opened to speak, but izana pressed a finger against your lips with a softened “shhh”. he watched your face for confirmation that you were listening, before slipped that same finger past your lips and instructing you to suck. you caught on easily to the way he matched the movements of his fingers against your clit to the movements of your tongue, but hunger drove izana beyond your mind as he struggled to withhold himself any longer.
“on the table” he instructed, giving you a nudge towards where he wanted you. and you obliged, too nervous to disobey and test your limits as he bent you over the breakroom table, your legs struggling to keep you there. “too pretty to go to waste” his voice was almost a snarl — you felt like prey being devoured by it’s predator as he yanked your uniform pants halfway down your legs, exposing your cunt to the breeze of the room. you mewled and whimpered, and izana’s fingers collected the slick that was nearly dripping from your folds and massaged your clit with arousal. it wasn’t long before he freed his cock from the restraints of his pants, and teased your entrance with the tip.
your fingers gripped at anything they could find as anticipation began to simmer in your chest, drowning the butterflies that once dwelled with a bubbling eruption of anxiety. whether or not it was a good anxiety was beyond you as your head felt dizzy and your body tense.
“relax” he coaxed, tangling his hand in your hair while the other gripped your hip. he was slow as he pushed his cock past your folds, pushing deeper and deeper with every second until he bottomed out inside of you and a gasp fell from your lips. “good girl”
your body trembled with stimulation as he continued to pump his cock inside you, rolling his hips so that every thrust reached new dimensions of your cunt that dripped satin arousal around his cock in a white ring. izana groaned as you shifted and tensed, walls sucking him in like a vacuum as he thrust his cock as deep as he could get with little concern for your pleasure. you were whining, moaning his name and mewling with every thrust but he wanted more. he needed more. he needed to hear your cries, to see the tears drip from your eyes as he fucked you. he was lost in his head, and lost in your body as he picked up pace, hips smacking against your ass in a frenzied mess of moans as your walls tightened around his cock in convulsions filled with bliss.
“fuck” he cursed, gripping your hips tighter in a desperate attempt to restrain himself. his hand in your hair yanked your head back as he forced you to look back at him while he fucked you. “gonna make you cum so fucking hard around my cock” he muttered through broken groans. “got it?” you could only nod, mind almost completely numb and drunk on his cock that stuffed you to the brim. every breath felt like you were choking on air as his cock pistoned you with more force that you weren’t sure you could take. your body felt like it was on fire, clit swollen and puffy as the friction pushed you into overdrive mode. but it didn’t stop there. izana wanted—no—he needed more. he reached around your waist to feel your clit, rubbing feverishly as his cock dipped into you at new angles. tears pricked at your eyes, welling up in the corners and izana lost himself in the sight, feeling the pleasure start to build up at his core in perfect sync with you. his hips stuttered only for a moment as he admired the way you cried and jolted around his cock, driving his thrusts deeper and deeper until he couldn’t take it anymore. you were at your limit, tears staining your cheeks as your vision quickly coloured white and his cock pushed you over the edge of pleasure. you sobbed and gasped, body trembling as your walls convulsed around his cock that twitched and throbbed with cum spilling in warm spurts with little restraint. his breaths were heavy, laced with moans as he pulled his cock from your grip and watched his cum leak from your cunt.
“fuck” izana sighed, shaking his head to himself as you trembled, still bent over the table. by the time you were able to gain the strength to lift your body up, he had already slipped out the door, and you watched as it closed behind him.
confused and lost in your mind, you couldn’t help but hope he’d be back next time.
