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halloooo, sorry i haven't posted in a bit :DD i got lil busy !!!

also to the anon who asked for kenma pt. 2...... i’ll think about it hehe, i might!!!!

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can’t stop thinking about college!kenma kozume who jerks off by the thought of you <3333

cw. you are classmates with no interactions. obsessed!kenma if you twist it. masturbation (m). pervert!kenma woaah. cowgirl, raw sex, creampie (all in his head....)

a/n. i am thinking about the word gooner but idk if it’s appropriate. and this thang kinda ass.......

it was one time. okay, honestly two times. hell, who is he even kidding. it happened way too many times.

maybe it was that one time you showed up in a cute skirt. or that new shade lipstick or gloss you wore at class that he may or may not have thought about smudging off using his dick.

also maybe he’s thinking way too much about when he glances up at your direction and he sees you looking right at him with an expression he can’t even decipher or read.

or maybe he’s just a pervert.

but today is different, you sat in front of him all of the sudden, your usual spot has already been occupied.

you are wearing a plain v-neck shirt, hair sticking everywhere on your nape as you just ran to get here in class and your professor is not even here causing you to groan.

if stares can burn, you already have two holes on your back. but you don’t know that. your fingers card to your hair, bringing it upwards to expose your sweaty nape, loose hair still sticking. you run a towel on it, breathing a bit heavily.

before you let your hair go, your head turned slowly, peeking from your lashes to catch a glimpse of kenma’s eyes staring at you as your mouth opened slightly.

and he swears, he can feel his boxer tighten.

class was done abruptly. kenma always leaves early as there’s always more he can do at his place like rot in his bed or stream.

yet today is different. well not really, it occurs way too often now.

kenma cracked the bones on his neck, tossing his backpack somewhere, and then dropping his weight on his bed.

he stayed still for a while then rolled over to his back, propping himself up on his pillows. he lazily tugged his cock out from sweats.

his wrist twists around the head, pre-cum coat his palm before pumping his cock slowly. picking up the pace from base to tip, a quiet groan leaving his lips.

kenma remembered when he saw you before leaving the hall, you were talking to a friend, bouncing at your feet, tits bouncing as you jump.

he can imagine it. you. on his cock, bouncing as you grip his shoulder, moaning something like “ngh, kenma— feels so good.”

he doesn’t even talk to you, he just hears your voice like the possible sounds of your moans and pleads programmed in his head. like he knows you and he’s been inside you.

his hips jerked upward. “f-fuck” he groaned, looking at his glistening cock.

he can’t help but picture how your tight little pussy must look like. how it looks soaked and messy, begging to be fucked.

his grip tightens on his cock in his mind it’s your pussy who is clenching him while he rubs your clit with another hand, as if it will be the one asking him to never pull out, never let go of his hard cock.

and you will be moaning his name with pleases, repeatedly: “kenma, please, aah— cum inside, please. fill me up— f-fuck.”

his thighs tensed, core muscles fluttering as he near his edge as if you’re gonna cum with him if he gets this right.

“y-y/n, aah” he moaned your name as thick spurts spills on his hand, on his shirt. his chest heaved, hands lazily pumping the last few pumps.

kenma sat there, flushed. a bit embarrassed but zero regrets. his phone ding, an instagram notification he turned on to know when you posted a story. he just stares at your username until the screen turns black again.

he definitely has to talk to you next gen ed and try to get close to you.

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checking what time is the best to post a fic ;v; will be posting one in a few mins lol

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LMAOOO i accidentally posted that tendou fic :3333 i haven't even added a panel yet lololol anyways i edited it :333

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chocolatier!tendou satori who just got home from france and gives you his most precious special chocolates <33

cw. timeskip. dubcon. aphrodisiac laced chocolates. mean!tendou. obsessed!tendou if you squint just a little. corruption. teasing. dirty talk. creampie. MDNI. 18+ only.

a/n. i always add notes but uh, read the tags (cw) plz. i always try my best to tag them accordingly so please read with a caution. idk if this is dark content but here you go...

chocolatier!tendou who was too happy when he saw you attended a small get together shiratorizawa vbc reunion at his place!

chocolatier!tendou who you have grown fond of since high school because of his quirkiness.

chocolatier!tendou who showed off his skills in making chocolates, presenting them as his prized items.

chocolatier!tendou who sneaked up on you and told you he made you a special chocolate. exclusive just for you!

chocolatier!tendou who made whatever this chocolate you are eating, way too good that you ended up eating three.

chocolatier!tendou who noticed you getting flushed and squirmy after 30 mins so he insisted on taking you to his room for you to rest up.

“you rest here,” he said, turning around. “let me know if you ne—”

“wait”

satori looked at you, head turning slowly. hand frozen on the door knob.

you sat on the corner of the mattress, thighs tight together, knees buckled and your fist on top of your skirt.

“can you help me?”

it was soft, a little out of breathe.

click.

his whole body turned to you, his eyes locked at yours as if he’s examining you. “what kind of help do you need, angel?”

“i don’t know what’s happening to me,” you mumbled, “i feel hot. clothes too tight. and i—” you swallowed hard. “i feel like it aches. i can’t focus.”

satori nodded, he knew. “you almost ate them all” he said, “don’t you think that’s kinda greedy?”

“wha—what? why?”

“i told you, they were special.. just for you”

and suddenly, it’s clicking on you. if you are right, it is what you were thinking.

“why me?” you questioned, looking up at him.

his face leveled to yours, fingers on your chin. “because i always wanted to find out what you are like falling apart on me.”

you should be mad— slap him, punch him, or run away. but the wetness pooling on your panties and the heat is way too much.

“please.. it hurts” you whimpered.

his eyes darkened. “take off your panties.”

“let me see that aching cunt.”

your hands find your panties’ waistband underneath the skirt, tugging it off. you slowly spread your legs, looking elsewhere except his eyes. once the air makes contact with your core, you almost moaned.

satori kneels in front of it, your legs hooked on his shoulders.

“what a pretty one,” he murmured, admiring your soaking pussy, his breath fans on it. “so needy, angel.”

he didn’t wait long. his tongue runs on the fold, licking it up causing you to almost stumble as you prop yourself on your elbows. his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it.

you almost cried, head thrown back.

his moan sends vibration to your body, he’s clearly enjoying his time like you are the best meal out there. he licked, sucked, and teased your clit by flicking the tip of his tongue on it. your hip jerked, thighs trembling.

“please..” you whined, “i need more”

he pulled away, mouth wet with your slick. “tell me what you want, angel.”

“i need you, please” your chest heaved, staring at his eyes.

satori stands up, hands lowering down his sweats. “everyone is still out there, you know that right? and they had no idea, that you, my angel, is about to get fucked stupid.”

you whimpered.

“promise me, you’ll stay quiet.” his cock freed from his boxers, it’s hard, pre-cum spilling on the tip. he teased it on your cunt, putting in the tip then pulling it out. “don’t want them to find out, right?”

you nodded eagerly, desperate. hips rolling to his.

one slow thrust is all it takes for him to bury himself deep inside.

you gasped at the feeling, back hitting the mattress, palm covering your mouth. his hands settled on your hips, gripping it. satori groaned, thrusting in and out.

“fuck,” he grinded, “you feel so good around my cock, angel”

you legs locked on his hips, burying him deeper.

“you really needed this, huh? want to be fuck?”

you mewled, feeling the pressure and heat.

thrust that started slow is now turning a little quicker, harder than before like satori is trying to slam his tip over something. your moans are getting muffled from your hand, your walls fluttered around him.

“shit,” he gasped, “i finally ruined you.”

you clenched around him causing him to react. “oh? you like that?”

your hips tried to meet his thrust, trying to ride your high.

“you’ve been dreaming about this too, ‘no?” he moaned, “don’t lie on me.”

all you can do is whimper.

he leaned down, kissing your cheek. “cum for me, angel. make a mess on my cock before i fill you up.”

and you did.

satori had to clamp his hand on your mouth as you started crying out loud, your hands clutching the sheets under you. your body trembled as your orgasm washed out of you, thighs clenching.

“so good,” he moaned, kissing the top of your head, thrust getting sloppier. “so good just for me.”

after a few seconds of your orgasm, satori followed. angling his hips to make sure he filled you up without dropping anything, groaning lowly.

the room got silent, just him and you chasing your breathing. he pulled out making you groan and feeling empty.

satori placed a kiss on your forehead.

“i’ll tell them you fall asleep.”

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shoujo mangaka!akaashi keiji who is the most composed man you’ve ever met until your teasing finally made him lose control <33

cw. timeskip. brat!reader. teasing. raw sex. hentai mangaka!reader. semi-public sex (?). creampie. dirty talk. called akaashi sensei 1 (once). MDNI. 18+ only.

a/n. thanks for the love to my first post !! i’ve been thinking about this too much hggfff... so here you goooo >3< also this might be an inaccurate setting >__< and another also i might have miss a tag LOL.

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who you shared a table with in a manga signing event because his and your manga are on top chart of the publishing company.

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who is surprised when that one erotic manga titled so obscene was written by a woman who looks like she stepped out of his manga.

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who overhears absurd questions from your male readers such as “do you moan like your characters?” and you just said “what do you think?”

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who was flustered when you complimented him and his work.

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who you suddenly started calling akaashi-sensei in the office when you see him in that sweet, innocent voice.

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who you keep teasing when everytime you see him. always in his space to mess with him, frustrate him.

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who asked “is teasing a personality of yours or a hobby?” and you answered, “nope, it's something i use to know if a man like you can handle someone like me”

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who is the inspiration of your new sky rocketing one shot hentai manga where the composed male lead fucked the brat out of the female lead.

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who you asked if he reads your manga already and followed with, “wanna recreate it with me?”

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who saw you at the pantry and got brave enough to ask you, “was that me in your latest one shot?”

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who overheard when someone complimented your one-shot, you answered with “thank you, i was so heavily inspired”

shoujo mangaka!akaashi who you overheard went to overtime at his office space since he’s finishing with manuscripts so you give him a visit.

“akaashi-sensei— we shouldn't—”

your skirt is bunched up at your waist, panties pushed to the side. his manuscripts and sketches under your palm as you are perched on his desk.

his cardigan is hung on the back of his swivel chair, belt unbuckled, pants hang on as he gives his hardened cock a few pumps before lining it at your wet, sloppy cunt.

you let out a whimper as he teased you, running the tip through your folds as his free hand keeps one of your thighs open.

“don’t worry,” he said, teasing your pussy a little, “the office is empty at this hour.”

akaashi surprised you by entering when your mind is somewhere else. you can feel it as your back arched— the stretch, the length, his hands gripping your hips. it’s overwhelming you.

“f-fuck, keiji.”

this is exactly how you imagine him but holy shit.

he quickly picked up the pace, teeth biting his lower lip as he ruts in you. his eyes are watching his cock enter in and out of your drenched pussy so easily like you just mold yourself for him.

“didn’t think i would find out about you writing filth about me, hm?” he breathes at your ear, “didn’t think i will fuck you like your bratty female lead, huh?”

you mewl, hands wrapping around his nape, under you are his papers that are probably crumpled now. the desk squeaked as he fucks into you.

“‘sorry.. ‘m sorry..” you whined, tears stinging your eyes.

“oh wow?” he let out some sort of low chuckle, one hand gripping your hair to make you look at him. “are you copying one of your dialogues?”

“‘m sorry,’” he whined, mockingly. “‘p-please, don’t stop..’— that’s what you wrote, right?”

you babble somewhere between ‘sorry’ and ‘please’. you are making a mess, legs trembling.

“crying already? god, you are just like your characters.” he groaned, fingers digging at your hips might as well leave a mark.

“p-please, keiji—nghh”

he stared at your fucked face— tear stained, mouth parted slightly as you let out moans from the pleasure.

“gonna cum already, sweetheart?” he asked, rhythm still the same, “gonna cum around your colleague who you got inspiration from? just like reliving your story, hm?”

your hips bucked, walls fluttering around his cock as he picks up the pace. you let out a wail as akaashi bottoms out, spilling inside your cunt, filling you up.

your head tipped back, eyes closed, body almost giving up on his desk if he wasn't holding you.

but when your eyes landed on him, akaashi was already looking at you.

“hope you remember all of that because i’ll be waiting for your next publish.”

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hold awn... i have something to post.. just looking for a manga panel to use nghh

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pervert!oikawa tooru who teaches you because you asked so nicely, not totally because he’s into you and been waiting for this moment :33

cw. timeskip. first time. oral (m receiving). established friendship. corruption. praise kink. MDNI. 18+ ONLY.

a/n. i am rusty as hell in writing, spare my first post!!! i do not proofread my writings (for future writings) i rawdog it.

“hey, tooru.. how do women.. give head?”

was the question the flies past your lips as you looked up at him. you are sitting on the floor of his apartment while he sits down on the couch, phone in one hand, legs spread, looking at you.

“what?” he asked, quickly. putting his phone down to give you full attention.

you swat your hands, “s-sorry. that's such a weird thing to... ask.” you awkwardly laugh, going back to your phone. “forget about it.”

tooru shook his head, leaning on, elbow his knees. “no, no. i’m listening, what happened?” you looked back at him, eyes soft. “just this.. this guy who asked me out.. and he asked me to uhm.. and i didn’t know what to do.. so i said no” you sighed, fiddling with your fingers on your lap. “and he looked at me kinda weird..”

he watched you. you look embarrassed like you are asking your parents for the first time how babies are made.

“i googled it,” you confessed, weakly. “b-but it’s just a bunch of sketchy and scary sites..”

tooru can feel his cock harden under his sweats. his jaw has been clenched for so long now.

“want to learn it?”

he asked, licking his lips. the question caused you to shift from your position, nodding slowly. “i’m not weird... right?”

“no.” he answered, “i think that's very brave and cute of you to ask me.”

you feel your heart hammer on your chest as you and tooru look at each other’s eyes.

“i can teach you,” tooru smiled, “if you're so sure about it.”

you nodded again, feeling small. and tooru swear his cock twitches just by looking at you as you sat on the back of your heel.

you moved carefully, hands clutching his knees as you kneel in front of tooru’s spread legs.

“you okay?” he asked.

“‘m good..”

“good girl.”

“let’s start slow, m’kay?” tooru said, pulling out his already hard and angry cock out of his sweat, tip already glistening from the pre. “you can use your hands first, baby.”

you followed through, reaching for his cock. fingers wrapping around him, hands looking tiny. “like this?”

tooru inhaled big, nodding. “you can move your hand up and down. you can use both hands if needed.”

you tried, obedient as ever. thumb accidentally hitting his angry tip causing tooru to hiss.

“right there,” his breath shook, “keep doing that. fuck—baby, you're so good”

tooru’s noise only motivated you, trying to go faster as he bit his lip, head tossed. you can feel your cheeks warm up as he gets vocal.

“should i... should i put it in my mouth?”

tooru almost came at your question.

“if you're comfortable,” he smiled, totally trying to stay composed, “you can.”

your lips parted a bit, leaning forward. his eyes fixated at you as your tongue swiped his slit before wrapping your lips around it.

“that’s it,” he gasped, “just like that. keep your lips shut around it.. fuck, so good, baby.. so good”

you are feeling embarrassed, really. but you are aiming too high now, you need, want tooru to cum because you are doing good. you can feel yourself drool as you bob your head slightly.

“no need to rush,” he moaned, fingers carding to your hair, not really gripping it. “you’re doing well, baby. so fucking good for me..”

that made you moaned a bit, trying more to fit him in your mouth.

“breathe to your nose,” he guided with a breathy voice. “use your hands for the rest.”

you were about to use your hands but the high of tooru’s praises got you so instead you tried taking all of him, feeling it hit you causing you to gag.

“wait—fuck, baby—”

you pulled away quickly, tears forming the corner of your eyes as you looked at tooru. “s-sorry”

tooru’s chest heaved up and down, “it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

there's still a line of saliva connecting your lips to tooru’s cock. “you doing good, baby. want me to finish it?”

you nodded, eyes glassy, mouth wet.

“alright,” tooru stands up in front of you, pumping his length on his hand as you look up at it. “a-ah, fuck. stay there, look up at me.”

his hand wrapped around his head before stroking it again, repeatedly. his head is thrown back, eyes shut close.

“shit— i’m cumming, baby— fuck— take it all, fuck—”

thick, white cum spilled on your face. on your lips, your cheeks. your mouth parted as you get covered, thinking you’ll mess up if you move.

tooru looked at you, “shit.. you look so good.”

you stayed still, blinking, cum dripping on your face. “did i do good?”

he nodded, tucking a strand of hair on your ear. “you are the best, baby.”

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— forever yours.

juju. she/her. 20s. no.1 tsukishima truther and lover!

all for fun only. made a blog bc thoughts are too much and i guess i should share them... once again.

not new to writing but rusty now so don't flame me in the ask! english is not my first language! mischaracterization may occur! only writing for afab!reader.

mdni! age should be displayed. if i decided to write sfw, i might just make a sideblog.

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