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Jujutsu Kaisen Men + Hentai videos that remind me of them :3

Gojo Satoru

Yubisaki kara Honki no Netsujou: Osananajimi wa Shouboushi Season 1

Yubisaki kara Honki no Netsujou: Koibito wa Shouboushi Season 2

Fuzzy Lips 1

Fuzzy Lips 2

Choso Kamo

Ane Wa Yanmama Junyuu-Chuu 1

Ane Wa Yanmama Junyuu-Chuu 2

Daisuki na Haha 1

Torokase Orgasm 1

Nanami Kento

JK Ikinari Doukyo? Micchaku!? Hatsu Ecchi!!? 1

JK Ikinari Doukyo? Micchaku!? Hatsu Ecchi!!? 2

Shuudengo, Capsule Hotel de, Joushi ni Binetsu Tsutawaru Yoru

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★ . . streamer!choso .ᐟ

choso is trying his best to keep his breathing steady and his face neutral as he interacts with his viewers in the chat. though it's getting increasingly difficult with the way you're giving slow kitten licks to his pretty pink tip that's dripping with pre.

"y-yeah the giveaway is next week," he says in a shaky voice as he answers a question someone had sent in. more and more roll through in the chat but the most persistent one is asking him if he's okay. his face is flushed, his hands are clenched into white fists, and he's speaking in a much more quieter tone than usual.

"guys i'm fiiiinnneeee," he drawls out, biting his lip hard to suppress the whine that threatens to slip. you had gone from giving kitten licks to swirling your tongue over his tip and gliding it along the underside of his shaft. his hand comes to tangle itself in your hair, tugging on it lightly while you continue to slowly bob your head up and down his entire length.

the chat is flooding with comments of concern for him, wondering why he's acting so strangely. he tries to answer, opening his mouth a couple times but nothing comes out. after a few moments he says in a meek voice, "g-guys i've just got a really bad stomachache— haaah~!" you're now fondling with his balls while you take him in your mouth, sucking your cheeks in to give even more pleasure.

"it's really bad so imma end it early today. see you soon, bye." he frantically ends the stream and disconnects the mic before letting out the prettiest whine to ever grace your ears.

he guides your head up and down his cock, pushing you down until it reaches the back of your throat. he throws his head back and groans, "you naughty girl. want me to get caught or something?"

you simply feign innocence, batting your eyelashes at him coyly as your tongue swirls around his shaft. your fingers gingerly playing with your pooling core through your panties, a soft moan coming from you which sends vibrations through choso's dick. "shit baby," he groans, thrusting his hips into you, practically using you as his personal fleshlight.

in another few minutes, he's shooting ribbons of cum down your throat, clutching onto both your hair and the armrest as he climaxes. he releases you from his throbbing dick, some drool and his cum dribbling the sides of your mouth. he gently wipes at it and tells you to open your mouth. you oblige and he makes you swallow all of it back. "can't waste it now can we, naughty thing?," he smirks.

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JJK MEN X ASKING THEM TO GO RAW.ᐟ.ᐟ

a/n: starting new with this, hope you enjoy <33

KENTO NANAMI

You whisper it when he's rolling on the condom. Breathless. Back arched, hands gripping the sheets.

"Don’t use it. I want to feel you. Just fuck me raw, Kento."

He stops.

His jaw tightens. His gaze flickers to you — from your flushed cheeks to your slick thighs — and you see something shift behind his eyes. Something dark. That polite, restrained edge of his vanishes in a second. The condom slips from his fingers.

"You want it raw?"

His voice is deeper now, lower, almost raspy.

He leans over you, cock thick and twitching against your inner thigh. His palm slides up your belly, over your boobs, thumb brushing your nipple like it’s punctuation.

"You want to feel me stretch this tight little pussy with nothing between us? Let me feel you clench around me bare? Feel me cum inside you, like I fucking own you?"

He doesn’t wait for you to answer.

He pushes in, slow and devastating, and you both moan in unison — not from pain, but from how goddamn good it feels. Skin on skin. No barrier. His cock buried deep, your cunt gripping him like it was made for him. His breath catches in his throat. You swear his hands tremble.

"Fuck. You feel so perfect… so warm. I’m not pulling out."

He fucks you like he’s claiming you. Every deep thrust says mine, and when he cums — thick and hot and full — he groans your name like a prayer. You feel it coat your insides. And he stays there, cock still buried, cum leaking down your thighs, like he never plans to leave.

SATORU GOJO

You say it as a tease, not expecting what it’ll do to him.

You’re grinding on his lap, soaked and needy, kissing him messily, and you murmur into his ear:

"Fuck me raw, Satoru. I want all of it."

He freezes. Then laughs — not playful. Not teasing. It's dark. It rumbles low in his throat as he grips your waist like you’re about to be fucking devoured.

"You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for."

His cock is already twitching between your folds. He grabs the base, lines it up, and says:

"You want this bare? You want to feel me split you open raw?"

And then he thrusts up hard, burying himself to the hilt. Your back arches, mouth falling open in a soundless cry, and he grins — fucking feral. His hands are on your ass, lifting, slamming you down again, again, again — each time harder than the last.

"That’s it. Take it. Feel every inch. You said you wanted it, now fucking take it."

He doesn’t stop. He breeds you. That’s what it feels like — like he’s trying to fuck his cum so deep it stays. And when he cums? It’s messy, wet. Then he keeps going until it’s dripping out of you onto his thighs, and he just… laughs.

"Hope you weren’t planning to walk tomorrow, baby."

SUGURU GETO

It slips out of you in a whisper. Soft. Breathless.

"Don’t use it. Just… I want you. Raw."

He goes silent.

Geto leans back, looks at you — really looks — and you watch the shift in his expression. That calm, charming smile disappears. His jaw tightens. His nostrils flare. And then?

He kisses you like you’re oxygen. Grabs your thigh. Spreads you open.

"You trust me that much?"

His voice is low, but reverent. Hungry.

When he pushes in bare? It’s slow, patient. You both moan, heads thrown back, bodies pressed together, the heat unbearable. He fucks you deep, hips grinding down to make sure you feel every vein, every inch, every goddamn throb of his cock.

"You feel that? That’s what it’s like to be mine."

He doesn’t go fast. He makes it last. And when you cum? He doesn’t pull out. Not even when he’s right there, hips jerking, voice breaking —

"Gonna fill you up, baby… Let me give it to you, every last drop."

You feel every hot pulse flood your insides. And when it leaks out? He just rubs it back in with his fingers and fucks it deeper.

CHOSO KAMO

You barely get the words out.

"Choso—just… don’t use one. I want to feel you. Raw."

And he gasps. Not a sharp one — a soft, shaky inhale like his whole chest just collapsed. He blinks at you, stunned. You can almost see his pupils dilate.

"You… you want me to? A-Are you sure?"

He’s already leaking at the tip, cock pressed against your entrance, and when you nod — he moans. Like it’s too much. Like just knowing he’s going to fuck you bare is already making him cum.

"Okay—okay, I’ll be gentle. I-I’ll go slow, I promise, I—"

But he doesn't go slow.

He slides in and gasps. His whole body shudders. And then he’s fucking you desperately — hips stuttering, hands gripping your waist like you’re vanishing beneath him. It’s wet, loud, messy. You’re both crying out, and he’s whispering,

"So warm… you feel so good—fuck—I can’t stop—"

He cums inside you with a broken whimper and apologizes for how much he gave you. You’re leaking down your thighs. His fingers tremble when he tries to clean you up.

And then you feel his cock twitch again.

"I… I want to do it again. Please?"

TOJI FUSHIGURO

You say it right as he’s rolling it on. That’s the mistake.

"Just go raw, Toji. I want to feel you fill me up."

The condom? Gone. Thrown across the room.

He grabs your face in one rough hand, stares you down like you’ve lost your goddamn mind — but his cock twitches, hard and flushed, leaking at the tip. His voice drops to a growl.

"You sure about that, baby? You want this monster raw? Want me to stretch this pussy bare and stuff it so full you’ll still be leaking tomorrow?"

You barely nod before he’s slamming in. No warning. Just full, brutal penetration, the stretch so intense you scream. His hips don’t stop. His hands pin your thighs wide open, watching you twitch and claw and cum around him like he’s breaking your body.

"There we go. No going back now. Gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else."

He cums inside you with a snarl, biting your shoulder while your body convulses. And he doesn’t pull out — he fucks it in deeper. Says you look better with his cum drooling out of your swollen pussy.

"Let them see. Let them all fucking see who you belong to."

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You think he’ll mock you.

But the second you say it — soft, wrecked, eyes fluttering — “I want you raw” — he goes silent.

Then he grins. Slowly. Like a predator.

"You sure? No takebacks, little slut."

He grabs your thighs, spreads you open, spits on your cunt — and slams in bare. The stretch is unreal. Your scream punches the air out of your lungs. His cock splits you open, thick and pulsing, raw heat making your eyes roll back.

"Look at you. Already cockdrunk. And I’ve barely started."

He fucks you harder, meaner, like he’s punishing you for wanting it raw. Your legs go numb. His fingers are bruising your hips. Your cunt starts milking him, and he growls deep in his chest.

"You asked for this. You begged. So take it, little toy. Take every fucking inch."

He finishes with a feral groan, flooding you so hard it spills out the second he pulls out. And he doesn’t care. He just smears it across your pussy and pushes two fingers in, grinning.

"We’re not done. Not until it takes."

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“DID YOU JUST…?”

— when you squirt for the first time, and they’re the reason why

i tried something.... don't know if it's up to the mark or not... enjoy if you can :p

KENTO NANAMI

He had you in his lap — full weight, cock deep, legs spread open over his thighs as he fucked up into you with slow, brutal control. One arm around your waist, the other gripping your chin to keep your eyes on him.

"No squirming. You take it like a big girl."

And you tried. You really did.

But the angle, the pressure, the growling in your ear — it built until your body snapped without warning, a slick, helpless burst gushing down his thighs as your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

He froze.

Then looked down. Then up.

And grinned.

"Oh… that’s new." His voice dropped lower. "Did I just make you squirt?"

You nodded, dazed. He pulled you down hard on his cock again.

"We’re not stopping until I feel that again. Twice. Maybe three."

SATORU GOJO

You were sobbing, face-down in the mattress, arms shaking, ass up, Satoru behind you — shirt still on, cock pounding mercilessly into your soaked cunt.

"That’s it, baby. Cry into the sheets. You wanted this rough, didn’t you?"

But you didn’t expect the wave of pressure building so deep it hurt — until you gasped, clenched, and suddenly—

You exploded.

Not a climax. Not just a moan.

A full-body release, soaking the bed, spraying across his abs and thighs as your legs buckled.

He stopped.

Stared.

Then broke into a full-on, breathless laugh.

"Holy shit—" He slapped your ass. "You squirted. From me? God, I’m a fuckin’ legend."

You whimpered, still twitching.

"C’mere. Let’s see how many more times we can get that messy little pussy to gush for me."

SUGURU GETO

He had you bent over the couch. Face down. Hair in his fist. His cock buried to the base, dragging that spot deep inside with every grinding thrust.

"One more, baby. Give me one more. I can feel it in the way you’re clenching."

You opened your mouth to tell him you couldn’t—

But it hit you like lightning.

A raw cry escaped your lips as your body jerked, and suddenly you were soaking the cushions, slick pouring down your thighs, walls spasming around him.

He froze.

Blinking. Breathing hard.

"You’ve never done that before."

It wasn’t a question.

He turned you around, stared down at the mess between your legs, then kissed you rough.

"I want to see that again. Right now. No excuses."

TOJI FUSHIGURO

He was ruining you.

One leg over his shoulder, one hand on your throat, his cock hammering into your soaked cunt like he was angry — deep, brutal, relentless.

"Fucked you dumb already, haven’t I? Thought you could handle it."

And then—something inside snapped.

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t scream. You just burst, hot slick gushing from your cunt like it had a mind of its own.

Toji stopped mid-thrust.

Looked down.

Then laughed darkly.

"Oh. You dirty fuckin’ girl." He grinned like a devil.

"No one else gets to see this. You hear me? This mess is mine."

CHOSO KAMO

It was supposed to be slow. Soft. He wanted to take care of you.

But the way your hips rolled? The way your thighs clenched?

He snapped.

Now he had you on your back, knees pushed to your chest, cock sliding deep and hard, forehead pressed to yours.

"Aughhhh.... can’t stop," he gasped. "Feels too good. Mmhhhh..."

You both cried out at the same time.

You clenched, twitched — and soaked him.

A messy, wet burst that covered his abs, his cock, the sheets beneath you.

Choso froze. Eyes wide.Breathing heavy.

"Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, breathless.

His cheeks went red, and then his lips parted, completely awed.

"You squirted… for me?"

He kissed your forehead, then slowly slid back in, whispering, "Let me try again."

RYOMEN SUKUNA

He had you tied up. Ankles to the bedposts. Wrists above your head.

His cock? Already buried deep.

"I know you can take it woman."

And he fucked you hard. Fast. With every ounce of aggression he could muster. Your tears, your begging — they only spurred him on.

Then suddenly—

You screamed. And gushed.

A thick, hot spurt soaked the sheets under you.

He paused. For once, speechless.

Then— a grin. A growl.

"You desperate little thing."

He slapped your thigh and fucked back in hard, making it wetter, sloppier, filthier.

"That was mine. You’ll do it again, or I’ll fuck it out of you."

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one of the many features that you love on your boyfriend is his huge chest. it's so surprisingly soft and you love to lay your head on it while sleeping or snuggling with him. and recently, you've found out something very special about him and his puffed chest.

toji is sprawled across your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers as he mindlessly scrolls through his phone. he's waiting for you to come to bed, something he awaits for at the end of every day — though he'd never admit this out loud. you come in, your body engulfed by his large t-shirt, and with nothing underneath it.

"hi doll," he says softly, setting down his phone as his eyes take in all of you, finding it so cute the way you look in his clothing. "ready for bed?"

you don't say a word and climb on top of him, straddling him with your bare pussy grazing over his boxers. his hands instinctively come up to hold your sides, a delighted hum escaping his lips. he's curious as to what you have in mind but the moment you're lowering yourself towards his pecs, he knows exactly what you're doing.

you flick your tongue slowly over his nipple, his whole body shuddering at the touch. his grip on you tightens, pushing you down on his growing erection. you continue to lick and swirl your tongue over the perked nubs, his breathing turning ragged and cheeks turning a soft pink.

he's moving your hips over his boxers, his hard dick rubbing on your exposed puffy pussy-lips. you're letting out soft and cute moans, your ministrations on his nipple quickening, some spit glossing over them. toji is trying so hard not to whimper — yes, whimper — as you suckle on them and he makes you grind harder on his cock. he can feel your wet folds soak through, mixing a bit with the pre that's leaking from his tip.

"fuck dollface, 'm cummin'," he growls lowly, bucking his hips up while you suck and nibble on his reddish nipple. soon enough, he's groaning your name out while he soaks his undergarments with his white seed. you follow suit, hot white waves of pleasure crashing over you, body writhing and your arousal slick and glossy over his hardened clothed dick.

he captures your lips into a hungry kiss, holding the back of your neck as your tongues dance together in his mouth. he pulls away, the both of your chests rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. "i should've never told you that my nipples are sensitive," he huffs, pinching your cheeks in between his fingers, and there's this flicker of amusement that dawns over his face despite his frown.

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🜼 ⋆ just nanami wrapping you in a headlock and fucking you like he earned it.

his hands are so big.

you feel it every time he grabs your hips: palms wide and flat, one anchoring your waist and the other pressing down between your shoulder blades, keeping you arched, ass up and back slapping against him with every filthy thrust. you’re already moaning for him. your face turned into the pillow, drool slipping past your lips, your body soft and shaky and open. you’ve been like this for a while now, splayed out, dripping, fucked dumb—because when nanami kento says “on your stomach,” you listen.

and right now? he’s buried so deep you swear he’s trying to ruin you from the inside out.

“keep that back arched,” he says, low and calm like he’s not absolutely wrecking you. “don’t you drop it, sweetheart. not until i say.”

your legs are shaking. you’re already too wet, too full, the fat head of his cock kissing that spot again and again while he rocks his hips into you, slow and mean. and he’s watching the whole thing—watching his cock disappear inside you, watching how sloppy and messy your pussy sounds every time he drags out and slams back in. he loves it. he eats that shit up. every noise, every twitch, every hiccup of breath like you’re already too far gone.

but you keep holding on—barely—because his voice is soft when he degrades you, and his pace is ruthless when he tells you you’re doing good. and it’s so much. so fucking much. you feel it building, climbing—right there, right there—your fingers fisting the sheets like they can hold you together and he knows. god, he knows.

“say it,” he grits, pace quickening now, pelvis slapping hard against the curve of your ass. “say what you need, baby. use your words.”

you try to hold it back. you try. but it’s crawling up your throat like instinct, thick and hot and helpless.

“d-daddy—”

that’s when he snaps.

he goes still for a second—deep inside you, cock twitching—and then he grabs you. his arm loops under your chin, hooks tight around your throat, and he drags your body back against his chest like you weigh nothing. you’re breathless, off-balance, your tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts as he bends you into a headlock, forearm squeezing gently against your neck, hand tangled in your hair like he’s holding you still just to ruin you better.

“that’s what you wanted?” he rasps, lips at your ear, teeth grazing. “you wanna act like a dumb little whore for daddy?”

you whimper—half a nod, half a moan—and it only makes him fuck you harder.

his pace is vicious now, slamming into you from behind, each thrust snapping your hips forward, your body jolting in his grip. he’s got you folded, held, claimed. one arm tight around your neck, the other fisted in your hair, your body trembling under the weight of his cock splitting you open over and over again.

and you’re soaked. squelching around him. every thrust punching little gasps out of you, your mouth open, eyes glazed, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room like music. you’re so close it hurts, pressure building deep in your gut, your pussy clenching down hard, and he feels it.

“fuuuck, that’s it. tight little cunt,” he groans, dropping his head to your shoulder, sweat sliding down his temple. “you gonna come for daddy now? huh?”

you sob when he says it. you can’t help it. it’s too much, his voice, his body, the way he won’t let you go, won’t give you a single inch. you can’t run from it, can’t do anything but take it while he fucks you stupid and keeps whispering filth into your ear like you’re his favorite toy.

“come on, baby,” he growls, biting down on your shoulder. “cream on this cock. show daddy how bad you needed it.”

and you do. violently. beautifully. clenching so hard it stalls his hips for a second before he fucks right through it, keeps going until he’s moaning too—hips jerking, hand flexing tighter around your throat as he spills inside you with a broken, breathless “fuck.”

he holds you like that after—panting, sweaty, his body shaking against yours, his grip loosening but never letting go. you’re limp in his arms, wrecked and twitching, pussy fluttering around his cock while he stays buried deep, still throbbing, still possessive.

“my good girl,” he murmurs, mouth at your jaw, voice ruined. “say it again.”

and you do.

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FIRST TIME RIDING SUKUNA

smut mdni, hand kink, size kink, visual overstimulation

You didn’t expect it to feel this way.

You’d seen his cock already — thick, veiny, way too big for comfort — but seeing it and riding it were two completely different things. Right now, with your thighs trembling around his hips and your chest heaving from the effort of trying to take just the tip — reality was finally settling in.

He didn’t fit. Not really. Not all the way.

But Sukuna wasn’t known for patience.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice rough with a dark kind of amusement. His hands — those huge fucking hands — were gripping your waist, spanning damn near the whole thing. One twitched slightly, then forced you down an inch further. You cried out, your insides fluttering and squeezing instinctively around him. “That little pussy’s gonna stretch whether she wants to or not.”

You shook your head, fingers clawing at his chest, trying to keep some distance. “I-I can’t—! It’s too—fuck, it’s too big—!”

Sukuna laughed, deep and dangerous, his thumb brushing over your swollen clit in slow, deliberate circles that made your hips jolt involuntarily.

“Oh, you can,” he said, voice all smoke and cruelty. “You’re already halfway there. Just look.”

Your eyes snapped downward — and your stomach flipped.

Only half his cock was inside. And you already felt full, stuffed, stretched wide open. Your lips were spread around him in a taut, obscene O, slick glistening down his shaft, and he still hadn’t bottomed out. You tummy sporting a very prominent bulge from his cock.

“Shit…” you whimpered.

“You’re takin’ it like a fuckin’ champ,” he purred, almost mockingly. His fingers moved again — not just on your clit, but his other hand shifted up to your neck. Not choking, just resting there. Heavy. Possessive. Thumb brushing your throat like he could feel the noises spilling out of it.

“So damn loud already,” he grinned, cock twitching inside you. “And we haven’t even started moving.”

When he did move — when he bucked his hips just slightly, sinking another brutal inch into you — your moan turned into a strangled sob.

“Fuck—Sukuna—!”

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, voice feral. “Ride it. Scream if you need to — scream loud. Let everyone know this pussy’s mine now.”

You tried to lift your hips again, to ease the pressure, but he grabbed you again — both hands on your ass now, big fingers digging in mercilessly as he held you down and thrust up, slamming in deeper, deeper—

You screamed.

Back arched, eyes rolled back, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes as you choked on his name again and again. Your body didn’t know whether to fight it or come.

“Too big,” you sobbed, even as your cunt clenched around him. “I can’t—gonna break—”

Sukuna grinned, all teeth and filth and menace.

“Then break.”

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau @laslowchan @ethxrxxlity

A/N: haven't wrote for him in a while

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🜼 ⋆ toji fucking your thighs cause he thinks you’re not ready for his big cock — vigrin!reader.

your thighs are slick from how long he’s been rubbing his cock between them.

he’s not even inside you.

toji’s huge body hovers over yours, sweat clinging to the dips of his torso as he slowly rocks forward, his cock heavy and flushed, caught tight in the heat of your thighs. he’s fucking into the soft seam between them, not your pussy, not yet. but still grunting like it’s the tightest thing he’s ever felt.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep you pinned open. “feel that? how hard you’ve got me?”

you nod, trembling, lips bitten raw from how long you’ve been whining. it’s hot, humiliating, how soaked your cunt is and how it is untouched, and desperate because he’s been teasing you like this for minutes now, maybe longer. long enough that you’re crying.

he looks down at the mess of you, eyes dragging slowly from the flushed swell of your tits to the twitch of your thighs to the glossy, needy cunt just inches from his cock. he licks his teeth.

“you want it, huh?” his voice drops, all rough and sweet like he’s teasing a scared little thing. “want this cock inside that pretty pussy?”

“yes,” you whisper. “please.”

his mouth curves. but he doesn’t move to fuck you.

instead, he presses in deeper between your thighs, grinding against your slick skin. the fat head of his cock kisses the edge of your folds, then slides up again too big, too slow until you’re whining, hips lifting to chase him. toji presses you down with a growl.

“no, sweetheart. not yet, she’s not ready.”

you blink up at him, flushed and confused. “she?”

he hums, eyes locked on your cunt like it’s the most important thing in the world.

“your pussy,” he says simply. “she’s too sweet. look at her.” his fingers trace the puffy lips, the glistening slit just barely open from how turned on you are. “fuckin’ drooling for me, and i haven’t even stretched her yet.”

you feel heat crawl down your neck, your face. “toji—”

“you think she can take this?” he cuts in, grinding his cock between your thighs again. “baby, i’d ruin her.”

and god help you, the way he says it like it’s reverent. like it’s true. like he wants it more than anything, but he’s holding back because he knows you’re not ready. not yet.

“you think i wanna hurt her?” he murmurs, lowering his face until he’s speaking right above your cunt. “nah. she’s too fuckin’ perfect.”

he kisses the inside of your thigh, then glances up at you with a half-lidded smirk. “gonna get her ready, though. soft and slow. ‘til she’s beggin’ for it. beggin’ for me.”

and then he speaks to your pussy. like it’s a girl he’s seducing.

“yeah, you hear that? you’re not ready yet, sweetheart,” he rasps, sliding two thick fingers through your slick folds without pushing in. “but i’m gonna fix that. stretch you open real good. make sure you can take all of me. every inch.”

you whimper.

his voice lowers, throatier now. “bet you’ll be tight. bet you’ll suck me in and not let go. i’ll have to fight to pull out.”

his cock twitches between your thighs, and he ruts forward once, grunting.

you can’t even think, you can’t breathe and yet he leans in again, brushing a thumb just above your clit.

“not yet,” he repeats, breath hot. “but soon, baby. real soon.”

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he always grumbles about how tight you are every time as if his massive dick isnt the real issue.

people often say you are lucky to have your husband, because of his impressive size.

his cock.

its as big as they say, thick and heavy stretching you to your limit as he pushes in, inch by agonizing inch.

you’re soaked, dripping but the tightness makes you both groan, your pussy clenching around him like a vice.

“goddamn, you’re too tight,” he mutters, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open.

“every fucking time, its like you’re trying to kill me.” you gasp, half laughing, half moaning your hands braced against his chest as he bottoms out, the stretch burning so good you can barely think.

“maybe you’re just too big, kento,” you tease voice breathy but sharp, knowing itll rile him up.

his eyes narrow and he thrusts hard, deep, making you cry out, your nails digging into his skin.

“too big?” he repeats, a smirk tugging at his lips as he pulls back, then slams into you again, the headboard rattling.

“you’re the one squeezing me like you want me to lose it.” his words are clipped, frustrated.

your pussy flutters, and he groans, his rhythm faltering for a second.

“fuck, do that again, and im not gonna last.”

“kento, cmon,” you whine your hips rocking to meet his thrusts, the slick sounds obscene in the quiet room.

“dont stop—fuck, you’re so big.” your praise slips out and he groans, deep and guttural, his hips stuttering as he fights to keep control.

“say that again,” he demands voice husky, one hand sliding to your clit, rubbing firm, quick circles that make you see stars. “tell me how big i am, love, you started this.”

“so big, kentooo...” you moan, voice high and desperate,

“can barely take you—fuck, you’re wrecking me.” the words spill out, and hes done for, his groans turning to curses as he thrusts once, twice, then comes, spilling hot and deep inside you, his body shuddering as he grips your hips like you’re his anchor.

you’re right behind him, your orgasm crashing through you, a sharp, shuddering wave that leaves you gasping, clenching around him as he rides it out, still murmuring, “too tight, too fucking tight.”

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SHUT UP AND OPEN WIDE

— JJK men when you ride their face like you own it ❤︎

KENTO NANAMI

The second your thighs frame his face, Kento’s control snaps. All those hours of composure, that tie-and-collar perfection? Gone. Replaced by animal hunger.

You barely lower your hips before he groans into your cunt, tongue dragging through your slick like he’s tasting the first drop of water after months without. He wraps those strong arms around your thighs and locks you down like a fucking vice.

He doesn’t eat. He devours. His tongue flicks and curls and fucks into you like he’s not breathing. His nose grinds into your clit until you’re gasping, arching, trying to run—

Too late.

"No, no," he growls against your slit. "You don’t move. You begged for this."

And when you cum? Screaming, hips trembling? He doesn’t stop. He eats through it, groaning as your slick floods his mouth. Only when your thighs are shaking violently, when you’re slumped forward babbling nonsense, does he finally pull back, breathless.

Only to whisper:

"I’m not done yet."

And pull you back down.

SATORU GOJO

Satoru wants you up there. Wants that pussy soaking his tongue. But once you’re on top?

He’s unhinged.

You settle down, and he moans like he just got high. His mouth is sloppy from the start — spit and slick mixing as his tongue slaps up against your clit, fast, hungry, unforgiving.

You try to be cute. Try to control the pace.

He bucks his mouth up into you.

Then grabs your ass and grinds you down, nose buried against your swollen clit, growling as he tongue-fucks you like his life depends on it.

"Come on. Soak me. Fuck my face."

And when you do? When you squirt hard across his mouth with a scream? He laughs through it — tongue still moving, hands locking you in place, riding it out with you.

You collapse forward and he just holds your thighs open, kissing your soaked cunt like it’s dessert.

"That was so fucking good.. Think you can give me another one?"

SUGURU GETO

Suguru stares at your pussy like he’s about to worship it — but don’t be fooled. The second you sit down?

He moans so deep, you feel it in your spine.

His hands stay firm, one gripping your waist, the other trailing along your inner thigh. He teases first — slow, agonizing licks, the kind that make your clit twitch and your hole flutter — and then?

He sucks. Hard. Directly on your clit, tongue flicking with brutal precision, watching the way your hips jerk.

"You love using me like this, don’t you? Getting off while I suffocate underneath you."

He groans like a man obsessed, spit and slick coating his chin. You start grinding, and he slaps your ass, tongue flicking even faster.

You cum once. Twice. And he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t let you off.

His fingers dig deep into your skin and he pulls you down harder, drowning in your pussy like a prayer answered.

CHOSO KAMO

You barely straddle Choso and he’s already panting — his breath hot against your slit, pupils blown wide like he’s possessed.

The moment your pussy touches his mouth? He moans so loud you jolt. And then his tongue is on you — fast, messy, desperate, licking and sucking like he’s drowning in it.

He doesn’t even think. He just holds on — arms wrapped around your thighs like you’re the only thing keeping him alive, tongue fucking into you with wild, sloppy strokes. You hear him murmuring, almost crying:

"So good—tastes so good—don’t stop, don’t stop—"

You try to lift off and he whines, yanks you back down by your hips and ruts up into you with his mouth like a cock, hips jerking on the sheets below from how turned on he is.

You cum so hard your legs collapse — and he still doesn’t stop.

"One more. Please. Just one more—"

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji grips your thighs like meat the moment you mount him — rough, bruising, starved.

You lower your pussy onto his face and he growls, tongue already slamming into your hole, licking up through your folds, then flicking your clit with harsh, quick strokes that make your vision split.

You barely get a second to breathe before he grips your hips and slams them down, forcing your full weight onto his mouth.

"Don’t fuckin’ hover. Sit on it like you mean it."

You try. You try to stay up. But he’s too intense — slurping, sucking, spitting on your pussy just to lap it up again. You cum so fast you scream, thighs convulsing — and he just grinds his face harder into your cunt.

"Still twitching? Good. I’m not done till you go limp."

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You straddle Sukuna’s face, already shaking — and he just laughs.

Then he grabs your hips, yanks you down, and fucking devours.

It’s not careful. Not gentle. It’s tongue and teeth and spit, your slick pouring onto his face while he fucks you from below with his mouth like a rabid beast.

"That’s it. Use me. Rub that filthy little cunt all over my face."

You grind. You bounce. You soak him. And he loves it — moaning, grinning, eyes locked to yours as he slaps your ass and growls into your core.

You cum hard — voice cracking, pussy clenching, your whole body convulsing above him — and Sukuna just grabs your throat from below, voice rough:

"Don’t you fucking move. I’ll tell you when you’re done."

You end up sobbing. Legs useless. And Sukuna? He’s hard, leaking, smirking beneath your ruined cunt.

"Get ready. You’re gonna ride my cock next. No breaks."

[bun-parade]

CEO of hot boy summer

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"matter fact i want your friend im allowed to switch."

when it came to sex, satoru was really good at it; he was slow when you wanted it and rough as well. he always listened to you and knew how to move his hips to hit that spot you liked, but...

his pussy-eating skills were not good.

satoru tries; he really does, but it doesn't hit the same way, not like suguru does it.

suguru does it so well you can't even think afterwards; it leaves you speechless and wanting more.

the way suguru can eat you up like no other is what keeps taking you back to him.

he takes his time, but he’s desperate with it; he moans into it and makes eye contact that feels way too intimate. that’s what you like.

he knows you from front to back and how to keep you finishing all over his tongue to the point it was slipping out his mouth and rolling down his chin.

the sheets were wet, your heart beating so fast that’s the only thing you hear, but you still want orgasms on top of orgasms when it comes to him.

satoru can hit all your spots with his dick; you’ll take that, you love it, but sometimes you just need suguru to do the job with his tongue, and he does without fail.

when you wanted someone to hit spots inside of you, no one could, and for you to be clutching the sheets, balking your fists, satoru was who you were going to.

if you wanted someone to overstimulate you with their tongue and have you gushing with the sheets damp and wet beneath you, suguru was your guy.

it all came down to preference and what you were feeling, and most days it was suguru because he paid attention; he knew secret spots that you didn’t even know or could get to.

pussy eating was his specialty, and you couldn’t ask for easier access. it was a lucky strike. he was your man’s best friend, and he was down with whatever, so when it came time for you to want actual good head, he was right down the street.

satoru was unfortunately a lost cause, and that was okay—just another great excuse to go see suguru.

"oooo, look who came to see me again. should I lay down a towel?"

suguru was always excited to see you; you always made it worth his while. when going down on you, he could eat you for hours. there was something about the way you tasted that made him want more.

he would even purposefully give satoru bad tips on eating you out because he wants your taste all to himself. it was shitty, yeah, but suguru never proclaimed to be a good or the better person.

it was comfortable in between your thighs, and all he wanted was you and that sweet taste that slipped in his mouth and down his throat any chance he got.

there was something about the way you gripped and pulled his hair from the ends, balling it in your fists, and squirmed around when you got overstimulated; it only made him want you more, like a bad habit he couldn't put down.

talking to you while his nose was pressed against your clit and his tongue moved around and then back to it again, all in a good rotation and rhythm.

"there you go, let it out." while slipping two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out to make you go even more crazy, your toes curling and your back arching while crying for him while you finished.

suguru didn't stop either; he did it again and again until your eyes were glazed over and tired.

no one could compare; you knew that, and he knew that.

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I want to share with the class

Look at it !!!!

[bun-parade]

i love the idea of bakugo corrupting kirishima so much like just encourage him about his yandere tendencies and surely with the two being so close of course some of Bakugo's traits rub off on him.

Bakugo telling Kirishima how it's ok that they're fucking kidnapping you while you're crying so much, begging them to stop like "She'll get use to it" or "We'll just fucking knock her up n she'll be good"

Kirishima Eijirou & Bakugou Katsuki

♡ AN: It's strange, but I always picture it the other way around? Hope you enjoy my take on the dynamic.

♡ TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, stalking, misogyny

♡ FEM reader

Bad Influence

It's not much of a secret that Bakugou doesn't quite enjoy being robbed of his self-restraint each time his focus is pulled from what's important and his eyes forced to look at little ditzy you.

But somehow that busy-bee swing you have in your hip when you bob down the corridor, and the way you clutch your textbooks so tight to your chest and squish your tits, has his eyes zeroing in on you no matter how hard he tries resisting it.

He knows well he's by no means any saint, but he wants to be able to say that he at least tries meeting the standards of being a somewhat decent guy.

But for fuck's sake-

That dorky wave you pull where you wiggle your small fingers all delicately in the air like a complete flirty tease doesn't help. Nor does the way you cheer all your words in that terribly nerdy sweetly girly tone of yours.

And though it should, that entirely innocent smile you give him makes it no easier to think straight either.

He hates the dirty thoughts that bubble up.

He hates wanting to sniff you each time you pass by him.

He hates thinking of how much he wants to squish your adorable baby-face in his hand.

He hates how much he wants to make you cry.

He hates thinking about taking your little plush body against the nearest wall. Of lifting your short school skirt over the dome of your little round ass and pinch the fat there until you whine. Of tearing your pink panties down to your knees. Of ripping them off and sticking them inside his pocket.

He hates how fucking aroused the thought of making you walk around the school panty-less makes him. Imagining how cute you'd bat your lashes at him all bashful and doe-eyed, pushing your knees together and biting down on your plump bottom lip as you desperately try pulling your skirt further down as far as you can.

Or...

Perhaps he just doesn't like getting snagged on Kirishima's pointy smirk each time the boy catches him redhanded in his daily perverted daydreams...

Still, he tries his best at abstaining from looking at you when you're in compromising positions.

But, it's hard with Kirishima acting like the devil perched on his shoulder.

Always alerting him of how cute your butt is each time you bend over to pick up that pencil you clumsily dropped on the ground. Jabbing his side with his elbow when you stand on your tippy-toes reaching for that book on the top shelves. Stretching so that your shirt slips from out your skirt and rides up to give a tempting show of your no-doubt soft skin.

He'll fight so hard to keep his depraved perverted thoughts to himself, to push them down, suppress them in the deepest darkest pits of his desires, flush them from his mind to focus on something less criminal, something that won't have him choke on his spit and blush bright red when you turn your ditzy little clueless head to look at him in the exact moment he's imagining something filthy starring you.

He doesn't even dare talk to you. Even when you do your little wave and give your bright greeting.

He just scowls at you.

Still, clueless you, oblivious to how the ash-blonde dreams of spitting in your mouth while you moan and take his cock, think him and his redheaded counterpart make for the cutest couple on campus.

The bright one always roaring with laughter and poking fun at the other one's tight frown, pulling him along instead of leaving him to grumpily brood in solitude.

Silly you thinks they're adorable.

You think it's romantic how such stark opposites attract.

Like something straight out of a movie.

And it's true.

Kirishima isn't anything like Bakugou at all.

Goofy and kind with just the right amount of playfully charming to make your cheeks heat up.

He always gives you a great big toothy grin in return and a dumb boyish wave that has his entire body swaying to follow the exaggerated movement of his arm as he hollers at you.

He walks up behind you and grabs that book you were trying to reach for you. Handing it you with a lop-sided grin that's perfectly disarming as well as handsome. Sparkling white, making your stomach do little flips as you take the book out of his much larger hands.

Bakugou just hates how you splutter out your words when you thank the redhead all so nervously. He hates how you bow your head and grind the tip-off your shoe into the floor when Kirishima gives you his deceptively good-natured words of welcome in return.

He hates how the whole show turns him on like nothing else.

But more than anything, he hates the shitty look on Kirishima's face once he turns his head quite subtly to the side to look to him with an expression so smug he's unsure whether he wants to knock his stupid croc-teeth right out or kiss him until breathing becomes hard.

But that would be giving him what he wants.

The innocent act doesn't fool him.

He knows full-well what the scheming two-faced little shit is up to.

He can see it plain as day in that alarmingly dangerous twinkle in his matching red eyes as he flirts with little flustered you.

He makes the blonde even rowdier than before, nearly uncontainable were he sits and stares at the two of you giggling with each other.

"Would you fuck-off with that shit already?" He barks once the red-head finally makes it back to their study-date, done taking a break to play with little adorable clueless you.

"What?" He simply smirked, laughing mockingly at the visibly angry blonde sitting with folded arms in front of spread textbooks and busy notes. "You're the one who's dirty sock has her pretty name on it, creep."

Bakugou's jaw clenched as he suppressed what curse words he urged to fling at the infuriating imp sitting apposed from him.

He sighed and threw his head back to let it hang off the chair's back. Looking to the stale grey ceiling of the library. Counting the tiles before closing his eyes and sighing out again.

"You've made your point." He stated, now calmly.

Bakugou, in all his narcissistic rights, believing he knew why the sturdy male was acting the way he was.

"I've been distracted, I'm sorry." The blond apologised.

But the sincere apology was only met with Eijirou's laughs.

"You're so cute-" He smiled, earning him the look of a frustrated and confused boyfriend. "But not everything is about you, King Explosion Murder God Dynamight."

Kirishima stopped laughing, though his smile still present and looking every bit as ready to tear through skin like a chainsaw.

"I think she's cute too." He said, voice having shed its friendly tone.

And Katsuki's skin spiked with a million goosebumps at the haunting of what impure ulterior motives he was hinting at.

"But you know what?" The shark-toothed male simpered.

Turning to face you again. The blonde followed the redhead's gaze to where you sat undisturbed knowing and wishing no ill-will at the other library study table some meters away from the pair. The tip of your pencil caught between your lips as you tilted your head at the fat book plopped down in front of you.

"She'd look even cuter sandwiched between us." He mused darkly.

Two pairs of stark red-eyes never once leaving you, as though you were a peaceful rabbit in a flower field and they were foxes on the hunt hiding in the grass.

"Don't you think?"

Bakugou looked away from you with a snap of his head, slight hint of rose dusting his cheeks with bright pink, sensing his battle for morality was already forfeit.

Where, as much as Bakugou would like to boast and say that he was immune to the redhead's persuasion...

In spite of spotting how Kiri's smile curves sinisterly in those moments when no-one but him is looking...

He, quite like everyone else, falls right into the honey-trap time and time again.

Where despite all his practice of self-restraint and in waste of all those times he'd talked himself out of fucking his fist when thinking of you. Those enticingly tempting words dripping from Kirishima’s tongue so brazenly acted like a sanction to the fire-type, who simply couldn’t resist the image of your tiny plush body and terribly adorable face squeaking out precious moans and whimpers while the two of them breed you full like what a sweet cute ditz like you deserves.

And it doesn't help that you're too sweet to even consider saying no when Kirishima approaches you.

Gullible people-pleasing you nearly jump with enthusiasm when the redhead asks you for tutoring help. Nodding your head like such a well-manored goody-two-shoes when he invites you to his dorm-room. Gushing with gratitude when he offers to carry your bag for you. Snorting on your laughs when he cracks joke after joke as though he's got an endless supply to charm you with.

Ditzy dork completely distracted from seeing him secretly text Bakugou.

Phone held at his side real smooth and out of sight, while the two of you walk side by side as he guides unsuspecting sweet you right into his trap where another tall strong male is waiting with sweaty palms and and an almost violent urge to play with you outweighing his burdening morals.

Kirishima isn't struggling whatsoever though.

Like a true sociopath, he's playing the perfect gentleman with the perfect smile and the perfect amount of pressure in his hand laid on the small of your back as he guides you forward. Opening the door for you. Welcoming you inside. Taking your jacket and feigning nervousness as he scratches the back of his neck and tells you that he's sorry that his room's such a mess.

And sweet little unknowing you obviously just giggle. Completely unaware that it was the signal Bakugou was waiting for to come out of hiding.

No... Kirishima doesn't struggle at all...

He has no problems holding you down. No guilt burdening him when bending your helplessly weak arms behind your back and pulling you against his chest in his lap as he lays down with you on the bed.

He shushes you smoothly, with that same suave voice he's been buttering you up with the entire week, giving you chills as to how completely calm he can be when doing something as disturbing as violating his peer.

And poor little you is so terribly confused at first.

You almost don't believe it because you don't want to believe it.

You're almost convinced it must be some cruel prank he's pulling, like the ones you see in movies, where the handsome popular hero student picks on the nerdy nobody from general studies.

But this is so much worse than a movie.

Because the bud of the joke doesn't come and soon he's got his hands on places that's barely been touched by anyone but yourself.

And that's when the fear finally comes. Settling like snow on your skin, until it goes seeping into your bones like the cold in late autumn.

Biting like winter once you recognise the spike-y ash-blonde hair of Bakugou round the corner.

The white sleeves of his shirt rolled up to just above his elbows, buttons undone halfway down, flexing scarred brawn you cannot ever hope to fight against.

He crawls over you with heavy hands and knees sinking into the mattress. Trapping you even further where you lie tight against Kirishima's chest.

The two of them manuevering as though it was only natural, as though it'd been carefully thought through a million times before.

And you can tell the blond has been waiting once you feel the hard tent kept constrained rubbing against your thigh, making your stomach fold in every haunting way.

You're on your back like a flipped ladybug struggling to get up. Hands trapped beneath you with your tits face-up and jutting forward for the face that ducks to rub between them. Beard-stubble harsh on you sensitive skin.

His hands move impatiently. Tampering with the buttons as though it's his first time and Kirishima chuckles at him like it's all some cute gesture even though he's clumsily struggling at stripping you off your clothes in order to violate you.

You try screaming rather than begging once Kirishima's large paw grabs a handful of your tit, but his other hand had already taken repercussions. Forming a tight lock over your mouth, making any and every noise you try squeaking out sound like lewd whines and moans instead of pitiful pleas of mercy.

You choke on your heart once your eyes meet Bakugou's bleeding red gaze, where he looks at you like a dog drooling for steak.

Your arms savagely bent behind your back, tucked away from intervening while making you chest strut forward where he'd buttoned up your shirt for the sake of seeing your sweet tits squeezed together within your pretty bra.

Your waist still gripped by your short black school skirt, doing little to protect you from him where the pleated edges ride up your thighs, giving for a show of your chaste cotton underwear beneath it.

Your thigh-highs squeezing into the soft cake of your flesh. Teasing him. Making him want to squeeze you even tighter. Grab and hug and bite you.

The tears spring free once Bakugou's clammy hands start groping at your ass. His fingers curling around the band of your panites and pulling down your thighs and knees and legs before ripping it off at your thrashing feet, leaving you shaking in just your cute bra, skirt and socks.

Your knees quaking as they huddle together, pointlessly trying to protect what tenderness found between your thighs from the beast on top.

But Bakugou pays your meagre efforts no mind.

He just reaches forward and grabs your legs, prying them apart. Having falling much too deep into his desperate need of fuck you dumb than to care of the resistance you might put up beforehand.

Especially when most of your struggle was kept contained by redhead beneath, where all your other pathetic thrashing only resulted in the blond's raging temper, where with much unneeded brute strength he roughly grabbed you by the calf before you managed breaking his nose with your clumsy panicked kicking.

You cry out under the assault. Bawling into Kirishima's hand and try pulling your bruised legs back to yourself. Whimpering all cutely for the strong men you're caught between.

But the redhead only tuts at you, his other hand keeping a tight grip around your waist, keeping you close. His cheek squished against your cheek, rubbing against your hot tears while his lips kiss at the space right next to the hand kept like a muzzle over your mouth.

"Don't struggle, baby girl." He whispers, his breath warm and ticklish against the peach-fuzz on your cheek. "You wouldn't guess it, but Pop-rocks here's extremely sensitive you see." He chuckled. "Fight too much and he'll start feeling insecure. And trust me, you don't wanna be hurting his flimsy feelings-"

"Shut up, Shitty-hair." Bakugou interrupted in a growl and you felt the sharp teeth of Kirishima's smirk graze your cheek, making you still. "And make her stop squirming."

“You hear that, sweetheart? Already on his last straw..." The redhead threatened playfully.

And all you could do was whimper pitifully in return.

"You'll be a good girl for us, won't you?" He asked, kissing your cheek tenderly, making you whine whilst Bakugou's coarse fingers greedily carded into the plush fat of your thighs. "We don't wanna hurt yah, toots, but one way or the other, today and tomorrow, we're gonna figure out how many times we can make you cum before you pass out."

His words had you shudder while bleating. Big pleading eyes looking to the blonde on top of you, silently begging him to stop.

But Bakugou paid little attention to what transpired from Kirishima's pointed teeth and your reaction to his cruel words.

He was much too busy doing what he'd imagined so many times before when stalking you to have the focus to amuse his boyfriend's petty intimidation games.

There were more important things waiting for him after all.

His strength barely needed as he grabbed you beneath the knees and pushed your thighs to each their side.

Already salivating at the mouth. His dick drummed at the thought of fucking you into a wet little cross-eyes mess.

Thoughts drifting to what a good little bookworm you were. Always chewing your pencil with your eyes flitting over textbook pages. Your knees tapping against one another, giving him a slight peek at your panties each time your thighs softly clap together beneath the table.

And Kirishima got hard with you twisting against his chest as he watched the blond's eyes go opium-black with soaking dark desire. His spiky ash-blond locks ducking down as he pulled you forward with his meaty arms looped and locked around your thighs.

Hot eager tongue meeting your exposed cunt hungrily. Making you squeak and Kirishima chuckle wickedly whilst holding you still.

Bakugou's red eyes couldn't leave you. Looking up between the the valley of your tits squished in your white floral-lace bra, at your pretty teary eyes and that sweet crinkle between your brows, and your tiny face caught inside Kirishima's large scarred paw.

He grabbed you harder with a rowdy growl, spiked by the cute lewd sight of you, sucking harder at your clit. Some part of him getting immensely off on how fucked up what he was doing was, and how he was doing it to sweetest kindest you.

Angelic you, who reacted with a whine as he curved his tongue inside you. Kicking the balls of your feet into his back, digging them into his muscles, gripping his shirt with curled toes, trying any desperate attempt to pull him off.

But Bakugou didn't mind your pathetic aims.

In fact, it all just made him seem all the more keen.

Further abusing how lapping at your poor little bundle of nerves had your back arching from Kiri's chest and your doughy thighs quaking in his arms.

"You should feel lucky." Kirishima broke your struggle, licking your cheek with words. "He doesn't eat me like that."

Bakugou grunted. "'Cause you drink too much soda-" He mumbled, his angry eyes dragging from intently watching your face twist along the sharp movements he made with his lips and tongue, to glaring at the redhead by your side. "Tastes like acid- not sweet like this."

"Ouch, Bakuboo." Kirishima feigned hurt. "I thought you'd be sweeter once I gave you this little gift." He teased as his rough hand spidered up your back while still keeping you down with the other. Tampering with the clasp to your bra. Pinching the mechanism and releasing your breasts.

"Tch-" Bakugou scoffed, scooching further up the bed again. "Don't think I owe you anything. We both know this's as much for me as it is for you."

His thighs touched yours as he circled your clit with the rough base of his thumb. Rubbing patterns on top of it. Making you whimper and writhe as his lips once again came to kiss your chest, now with your nipples free for him to suck on.

"Yeah, but if it'd been up to you we'd be stuck daydreaming about this cutie forever. Wouldn't we, Scaredy-Kat?" Kirishima further poked whilst Bakugou tried comforting himself from the snide comments in the pillow of your chest. Rather fixating on how wet with you his hand was, how silken and velvety and soft your cunt now was after he'd sucked and tasted you.

Your breathing stilled as you felt him tease your opening for a second. Crying more as he pushed his crooked fingers inside your drooling cunt. Starting to pump and work your tightness. Briefly preparing you whilst his cock strained close to painfully inside his pants.

"Shut up, Shitty-hair..." He grumbled, rising from your chest.

Fingers wet as they fiddled with the belt to his pants. Ripping it loose from it's loops and throwing it to clatter on the floors.

"Heh, I'm just teasing yah..." Kirishima crooned, large red eyes glued to watch the man in front buttoning up his slacks.

Watching intently as he reached a large hand within his trousers. Freeing the thick meat kept bulging within the confines of his boxers.

Standing proudly, purple veins strumming up the shaft on both sides, pumping blood to the head that seemed angry by the long wait it had endured.

The redhead felt your whimpers vibrate against his palm, where you as well were no doubt watching the same intimidating sight as him.

"You know I like watching you have fun." He whispered, though it wasn't meant for you.

Tone playful and wanton and sadistically gleeful as he continued watching the blond play with your cute dripping cunt with one hand and himself with the other.

Strong fingers rubbing up and down his own size. Thick where they spread you open and rubbed cruel friction upon your buzzing clit.

And you could only watch as he shuffled forward some more. Pushing his plush bulged and weeping cock-head against your slit, where leaking from his slit dribbled hot pre-cum he painted your folds with, mixing it up and down your own wetness, as you desperately sobbed to let them free you.

But Kirishima held you tightly. One arm locked over your waist, keeping your arms to your sides, whilst the other still kept your pleas muffled.

And your scream once Bakugo pushed forward and filled your tightness up snug with one swift roll of his hips.

Barreling forward with a deep groan. He squeezed your thighs tight in a bruising grip and hissed at the tightness. Sure to leave spotted marks on your skin where his fingers dup inches into your flesh.

His head dipped down to your shoulder, continuing to push deeper inside even though he was already at your cervix. His scruff brushing against your cheek as he placed sluggish kisses alongside your jaw.

Your body tense between them. Tense with pain and fear of tearing in two once the blond started moving. Dragging his thick length out where your taunt walls clung to him. Slowly at first, but soon with such a force you were rocked like a boat in a storm. Your tits doing jumps and your legs springing where they where held in the air. Feeling someway weightless and lightheaded being stuffed full in one second and robbed in the other.

Kirishima removed his hand and you were just a second to late to beg them to stop before Bakugou had your mouth stuffed with the frill of your pink lace panties.

You sobbed again, but sucked on the cloth for comfort as you thighs ached from the constant pain of having the strong hero-student's fingers bury themselves greedily into the flesh there. Having you spread wide as he rolled his thickness inside your weeping wet cunt, milking him uncontrollably as the other brute's hand clasped atop you belly, with abusive fingers as coarse as rock flicking mercilessly on your poor budding clit, making you clench so tightly on the member taking up space inside he couldn't last longer even if he'd wanted to.

You were sure his nails tore your flesh. His mouth leaving your neck wet with drool as he groaned into you on last time.

You could feel it filling you with warmth. Dripping from you hole where he was still pumping it into you in slow and deep bumps against your womb.

Disgust drained your veins of their blood, making you feel sick.

Overwhelmed with dejection, where still a mixture of disbelief of what had just happened still lingered in those places you still felt warm and safe deep within.

Your flesh crawled, where in the cold sweat layered like dew on your skin you felt used. And in the harsh pressure beneath the four handprints that pawed at you, you felt fear.

But somehow, in the way warm cum seemed to cool as it dripped from your cunt where the male was done pumping it into you, you felt relieved that it was all finally over.

You closed your eyes and cringed as Bakugou's softening dick slinked out of you.

Breathing better once Kirishima did you the justice of pulling your panties out of your mouth.

He happily watched you pant before looking to Bakugou who'd collapsed on top of you. Ruffling his ash-blonde head.

"Mmh..." He hummed, shifting beneath you. "My turn, buttercup."

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could we get a dick headcanon post for the boys + kirishima? like what they look like, are they cut, size, smell, hair, etc. i wanna know what im dealing with when they snatch me up 👀 tysm

yandere ! BNHA thirsts

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, kinks

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

Average but proud, besides, a knife is only that unless you know which way to weaponize it. He has thick girth though, will fill you up one way if not the other, stretch you out, rip you apart if it weren't for how kind and gracious he is with his tongue between your legs beforehand. Heavy balls hung underneath, always making the loudest clapping noises when he thrusts into your heat, slapping against your clit when he has you bent over a pillow, burying himself deep inside you like a hound fucking his bitch. And all of him smells like caramel, there’s no escaping it, and he’s always so sweaty by the hands of his quirk, glistening with clear oil-like dew, not sticky, but clammy and slippery, working perfectly as added lubricant and even moisturizer to avoid chaffing and burns.

DABI- TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi’s cock is... decorated, to the point it’s hard to imagine what he looks like without the sparkling jewels. Being the god of piercings, with a Jacob’s ladder running along the underside of his cock, feeling so cruelly delicious when he strokes the length between your thighs, rubbing through the valley of your tender pussy-lips, silver ticking like cogs over your clit, making you panic from overstimulation before he’s even as much as begun the procedure of entering you. Pushing inside, same zipper-like staples messaging against your walls with delicious friction, not to mention that Prince Albert arrowhead-stud going through the tip of his knob, stabbing at your cervix each time he bottoms-out inside you. 

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

It’s a cock. Your every terrible virgin fear. Large and meaty and heavy in your palm, sluggish like a sausage. Pale ashen porcelain-like skin blushed a pretty pink towards the tip, flecked with dark-spotted moles near the base in stark contrast to the grey surrounding it, painted with swelled-thick bumpy veins that make him shudder when you push a little extra pressure into the movement of your fingertips and tongue as you lick up the purple paths. Looking like an overstuffed bratwurst, yet makes you hold your breath when fitting so cruelly delicious inside you, stretching you in all the right ways.

SHINSO HITOSHI

It hardly matters. Not that it isn't a nice dick with a puffy fluffy growth of purple hair, equally soft as the wild locks atop his head, but it hardly matters when his voice is telling you that it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt in your entire life and how you’re left with no other option but to believe him, as he strips you of all consciousness except the ability of feeling him, his divine hands and his heavenly tongue and his godly cock touching every inch of your body, staking its claim, its ownership, as though you are an offering, nothing but his little plaything, nothing but his pretty little pet, simply made to cum so sweetly around his cock each time he whispers the demand in your ear, feel his voice tickle and strangle your every nerve into submission.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

It won't stand-out amongst any other cock, except that he takes himself to get groomed just like any other responsible animal would. He likes taking care of himself, or at the very least pay someone else to do it for him. He’ll wash, let air-dry, lotion and walk around the house naked regularly, stating he needs to let his member breathe, often making you do the same, claiming how it should be natural for the two of you, as mates, to walk around in your birthday-suits, which in turn naturally leads to a lot of sex. And if things weren't abnormal enough living with the half-animal... his cock grows during his rut, not just because of his constant erection, but it becomes longer and fatter, swollen, more needy for attention, more sensitive, and cruelly more tolerant as well, having you bent over every and any service each time he feels the bottomless undeniable need to pump you full of his cum.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

With Deku’s downright jewish curls, you can imagine he was circumcised as a child for traditional beliefs. Deku grew into an eerie carbon copy of All Might. Towering height and bulging muscles, all except the bush of green hair atop his head and lining his chin and cheekbones with fine stubble, and those deceptively cute freckles adorning his cheeks. Naturally, because of this, has one of the largest cocks on the list, with a monstrous girth, being intimidating even when sleeping, a beast behind the boxer. Big bulging mushroom-shaped cockhead, looking like a hat despite the deep slit running through from top to bottom, springing up like some great lightbulb, bobbing against his navel. Heavy hung balls swinging like golfballs beneath. Neatly trimmed and styled stubble starting at his hilt, mostly dark green with hints of grey and silver sprouts, moving up his pelvis into a pretty line of long thick hairs reaching to his bellybutton, and past it into a manly growth of chest hair.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Such a pretty cock, a cock that makes your mouth water with hunger as you want to suck on it badly, want to roll his perfection over your tongue, almost animated with how perfect it looks, bobbing with a proud curve upward, smooth with not a bump nor ridge or vein in sight, just smooth kitty-soft skin, no discoloration either, just flat alabaster, looking sculpted out of porcelain, if it weren't for the trimmed bush styled and shaped like a neat precise triangle just below his pelvis, hairless balls hung like two decorative chestnuts beneath. Circumcised because of superstition regarding germs, leaving a free bulging cock-head in its foreskins absence, blushed bright pink and glossy and silken. Always smelling like freshly cut mint with how pristine his skin-care routine is, like a sacred ritual, that compelling nagging voice whispering death-threats regarding bacteria and sickness is he not to take proper care of himself.

TODOROKI SHOTO

You would expect to find a different colored bush down there, and that is exactly what’ll you’ll find as well, a cute tuft of red and white hair growing just above the base of his cock. Smelling like rich cologne, to the point where even thinking about giving it a lick sends your tongue into a curling cramping turmoil, dreading the stinging taste of aftershave burning in your mouth. But he hardly ever lets you serve him anyway... no...  during playtime it’s all about you and all the things he’s going to do to you. He’ll play with all your delicate bits, roll your nipples between cool fingertips, his breath blowing an ice-chill across your body, making you shiver and flush as warm digits come to contrast the feeling of frostbite, stroking up your skin, making it quiver in acceptance of the comfort, only to have that ripped away again as the once so comfortable warmth turns to fire licking your skin, soon to be dew-kissed with feverish steam. Where his cock remains mostly inside the confinements of his boxers right up until the very end when the entrapment has become almost painful with its straining to rip free. 

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT

Eijiro doesn't dye all his hair. Which calls for a surprising eye-catching black bush when you first see it, but the most caught-off-guard thing is when he’s holding a coarse hand with sand-textured fingers rubbing into the soft skin of your ample little hip, understating how breakable your bones are, how thin and delicate your skin is, how easily it cuts upon the right jagged rocks. He gets so frustrated when writing down hero-reports to the agency regarding whatever mission he’s at the time currently struggling with, he just needs to have his little baby-girl seated on his lap, giving him some form of comfort in the tight shape of her sweet warm cunt gushing and hugging his hard length, squeezing all the frustration out of him, until of course he hits a snag in his research, some other dead-end, where he’ll accidentally activate his quirk and have his darling clenching around something that’s now too hard and too sharp to possibly be the source of any ounce of pleasure. Well... at least they’re both suffering, right?

KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT

Denki is a guy that likes to feel proud of what he keeps in his pants, something to look forward to showing, like a presentation, a piece of art. Styling and shaving his pubic hair into an intricate pattern that fits perfectly right alongside what swirling piece of artwork he’s inked right above his base, resembling a crown of some sorts. Then... of course, there is the special equipment... a Prince Albert piercing stud going through his tip, beneficial when igniting his quirk, sending small dozes of blitz into the deepest parts of his darling, having her spasm and choke on nothing but a little healthy dose of electricity, making her all dumb and twitchy, pussy gripping his cock like a vice sporadically with the lightning zipping through her, curling in her toes, turning her mind to nothing but a numbed-down heavy hovering blissful void, nothing but his sweet little fuck-toy.

TAMAKI AMAJIKI - SUNEATER

Thinking about sex and Amajiki, it’s hardly ever his cock that comes to mind, more his hands, and the many things he can do with those hands of his, and the many things they turn into. It’s not often you realize he’s even using his cock, unless of course you taste when he’s stuffed your mouth full of cream or if you aren't too fucked-out to feel his warmth sprout and spread through inside you when he paints your walls with wight. You’ll hardly ever have the mind to think too much of his cock, when those curving serpentine calamari ribbons of red snake around your ankles and thighs to spread you open, make a puppet out of you, winding its way inside you, suction cups being such a strange toe-curling ticklish friction on the inside, demanding you cum until you pass-out.

TOGATA MIRIO - LEMILLION

Everything about Mirio looks artificial, like a barbie ken doll. And when your eyes trail down his perfectly toned abs, it isn't strange that his cock also seems sculpted for a teenagers wettest wildest dreams. But we all know the saying...  careful what you wish for. And there is such a thing as too big, something that will be so apparent as he tries bottoming out inside you, only for you to be too shallow to fit all of his length inside, and you’ll fight panic each time he pushes a little harder, a little rougher, heart-flinching anxiety when it feels as though he’s going to press through into your womb, destroy your insides, churn your guts, rearrange your organs. But a shallow pussy is nothing a tight ass can't substitute for.

SHINDO YO - GRAND

Honestly, his pretty cock aside, it’s those hands of his that are godsend, rough-textured gravely sandpaper-like finger pads with the power to make anything they touch vibrate beneath them. To think when he presses just one single finger-print onto your clit, starting slowly with minor tremors buzzing, waking your little bead up, before boosting the frequency. Think of having his cock push into you just at the right time, just when you cum, orgasm thrust onto you like a storm, causing all your senses to bleed into one another, pussy clenching like a vice around him, gushing around his thickness in panic and euphoria at the finger-pad still being pressed harshly into your swollen screaming clit, still making it buzz, still making it pulsate and quake.

AIZAWA SHOTA - ERASERHEAD

It shouldn't come as a surprise that he doesn't trim, that he’s all natural and hairy like some other caveman, with an unkempt tuft of black hair bearding like a forest around his base, balls almost disappearing amongst the wild locks. You feel like the softest thing when sitting with his cock warming inside you, light peach-fuzz coating your skin, in great contrast to the wolf-man holding you tight. His thick brawny arms not only lined with military-muscles and battle-kissed with scars, but littered with long thick spider-leg hairs, his thighs and legs too, resembling sheep’s-wool on his chest. Not to mention that stubble on his upper-lip and and chin, the one that tickles when he kisses up your neck and pinches when sucking on the tender supple skin of your breasts and scratches with such heavenly friction against your clit when he devours you like the beast he is.

TODOROKI ENJI - ENDEAVOR

An intimidating cock, looking every bit of wrathful as the man himself, one thick pulsating purple vein running up the side, head always blushed an angry red, throbbing and demanding, looking almost eruptive like some unstable volcano. And warm, hot inside you, hotter than its supposed to be, burning on your pussy-lips and warming you from the inside-out when pushing into you, warming throughout your body, to the tips of your fingers and toes, in your head, feverish, making little beads of sweat rise like dewdrops on your skin as you pant and hold onto the cold bedsheets, anything to balance what boiling sensation is relentlessly pounding your poor little pussy, and the feeling of his equally hot grip on your hips, helping maintain your position, help you stay uprise, given you’re left nothing but a wet hot drooling mess beneath him.

YAGI TOSHINORI - ALL MIGHT

This depends... it’s nothing too mind-blowing when in his skeletal-form, though managing to hit the right spot deep inside, however... when buried inside you... he’ll morph, buff and puff up while still having you speared on his length, letting you feel it grow inside you, grow and grow with seemingly no end as your pussy starts to throb to accommodate the new beast taking residence inside, having blown up to a thick piece of muscly meat that has you stretched wide and good, wrapped around him tightly, hugging him snug like a glove, dreading with curled toes as you await the oncoming movement, the feeling of him slide out slowly only to push, stuff you full all over again, handling your body like a sleeve, nothing but a fleshlight, with his glorious unmatched strength.

AKAGURO CHIZOME - STAIN

This is a man’s cock. Looking muscly and strong as it stands rugged and straining like a toppling tower against his ripped abs that have those deep wide welting battle-scars running across them, purple veins snaking like lightning up the shaft, skin a thin type of leathery and wrinkled due to being stretched to hood his impressive size. Unmovable once erect, so very stiff and inflexible as it drives through all and everything like a drill, hitting whatever resistance it finds with force, pushing through without mercy. But his tongue is another note of blessed, flexible like some adder, thick and bumpy, rigid and alive as it winds deep inside you, drinking down your juices while sucking like a toddler does a pacifier on your budding clit, still with his red muscle resting inside you.

TIP-JAR

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love a man who gets the biggest boner as you’re sitting on his lap, rambling about your day or your interests or anything at all … and his smile is cocky as you stop mid sentence, eyes a little wide because how is he hard right now? and he thrusts his hips up a little to make it known — this is what you do to me

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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 15

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 17 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

MASTERLIST

"In two weeks, I'll be away on training camp. For a week."

You and Sukuna sit on the couch after a long day, both in sweatpants and matching Tigers hoodies, cuddled up in front of the TV, where a cooking show plays, when he announces the news. You turn your head to look at his tattooed face, pouting a bit when you reply,

"A whole week? And I guess you won't come home in the evenings?"

Sukuna grins at you, that boyish playful grin that makes him look too damn attractive,

"Aww, are you gonna miss me?"

You sigh and stretch, putting your legs in his lap. And Sukuna immediately grabs one of your socked feet and gives you a foot massage, making you hum before you tell him with a mischievous grin,

"Maybe a little. I'll miss your cooking skills..."

"Only my cooking skills?"

"Yeah, and it will be a bit of an inconvenience that I'll have to carry my books to class all by myself."

You smile and make a show of inspecting your fingernails boredly before you lift your head to look into Sukuna's eyes again and ask,

"What about you? Are you gonna miss me, baby?"

The grin on Sukuna's face is downright evil by now, and his eyes sparkle with devilish amusement. He huffs and shrugs cooly,

"I don't know. Maybe a tiny little bit. I might be the slightest bit bored without your unqualified statements when I watch hockey vids."

You snort and try to kick him with your socked feet, but Sukuna just grabs them tighter with his large hands and gives them a squeeze while he raises an amused eyebrow at you, asking with a smug smirk,

"What, princess?"

You glare playfully at him but get distracted by how beautiful Sukuna looks with his handsome face and all the tattoos, those long black lashes framing his maroon eyes. Eyes that are filled with far too much smugness. You roll your eyes at him and cross your arms in front of your chest.

"I love you, asshole."

Sukuna's smirk grows even bigger.

"I love you too, brat."

The two of you stare into each other's eyes for a long moment, neither wanting to look away first and then both of you burst out laughing at the same time. Sukuna cocks his head, grinning at you,

"Come here, give me a kiss, princess."

He makes a kissy face that makes you laugh even louder before you pull your feet out of his hands and crawl over to him, smiling when you feel Sukuna's strong arms immediately wrap around you and pull you in his lap, right before your lips find his in a sweet kiss.

You never thought being apart from Sukuna for a week would be so hard.

Considering how this whole thing between the two of you started with the whole fuckbuddies thing, it should be absolutely easy peasy to spend a few days apart.

But what you learn in those seven days is that a week can be very long when you miss your boyfriend.

It makes you realize how used you have become to spend almost all day with Sukuna. You even sleep in his bed, or he in yours every night. You have breakfast together and walk to class together, and meet for lunchtime and study dates in the library, and you drop by his practice all the time now, and have dinner at his place and have overly competitive Mario Kart matches with Yuuji, and watch hockey videos in bed until you fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Now you feel like a piece of your soul is missing when you walk to class on your own, and lunch isn't the same without making fun of Sukuna's daily chicken and rice and listening to him shit-talking about a rival team.

The weirdest things are the nights, though. It's kind of embarrassing how fast you got used to feeling Sukuna's tall, buff body behind you, and somehow, you feel cold in your bed now even though your room isn't cold at all.

The nightly phone calls with Sukuna help a little, and either he is also unwilling to hang up, or he knows you well enough to know you can fall asleep more easily when you hear his soothing low voice talk to you, so he always stays on the phone with you until you have drifted off to sleep.

Of course, he teases you endlessly about how loud you snore or how he saw you drooling onto the pillow, but he always murmurs the sweetest little nothings to you late at night, too tired to play it cool or wear a mask. So you could easily tease him too about being such a huge simp for you, but you stay nice and just smile and listen to his low murmurs.

Those nights on the phone aren't able to replace Sukuna's physical presence in your bed, though, so you seem to be in a constant state of withdrawal, which makes you restless and grumpy.

So when the week has finally passed, and you hear the long-awaited loud knock on your door, you are off the couch in an instant. You yank open the door impatiently, smiling when you see Sukuna's tall figure with his sports bag slung casually over his broad shoulder and that attractive boyish smirk on his tattooed face that always makes your knees weak.

"Hey, princess. I'm home."

His low voice sounds smooth and warm, and you practically fling yourself at him, wrapping your arms around Sukuna's tall, muscular body, hugging him tightly as you tilt your head to smile up at him,

"Welcome home, champion."

Sukuna laughs, one strong arm immediately wrapping around your waist where it seems to naturally belong. His lips brush over your forehead, murmuring the exact words you were just thinking,

"Damn, I didn't know a week could be that long."

But now he is finally back home, standing in front of you, tall and broad, looking so good in his soft white hoodie with the team logo embroidered on the front.

Before you can reply, Sukuna drops his heavy sports bag and wraps both of his strong arms around you, pulling you against him and making you gasp when his lips instantly claim yours in a hungry kiss.

Your surprised gasp turns into a happy sigh as you practically melt against your boyfriend's muscular body, hugging him tightly and letting him pull you on your tiptoes so he can deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth and kissing you with those sexy deep French kisses that drive you a little crazy each time.

You are both breathing heavily when you finally part, hazy eyes looking into each other for a long moment before Sukuna starts to grin again, and you chuckle softly while your thumbs brush over the short hair of his undercut.

"You played so well, baby. I'm so proud of you."

You're referring to the game Sukuna's team played at the end of the training camp. You saw most of it thanks to Yuuji, who was sitting on the bench with a sprained ankle and face-timed you to show you his brother scoring goal after goal. Sukuna even skated over to grab his brother's phone to blow you a kiss and dedicate the victory to you.

Sukuna's large hands sprawl over your waist as he laughs and raises a cocky eyebrow at you, but you can see that he is basking in your praise.

"I would have scored even more goals if you were in the arena. I would have destroyed those losers completely if my girl was there cheering me on in the stands."

You laugh too and shake your head, snuggling against Sukuna, resting your cheek against his chest and inhaling his scent, the sexy cologne he always wears, his cherry-scented hairspray, and faint traces of cigarette smoke, meaning he managed to sneak away from his coach to smoke in secret despite the constant lectures about how athletes shouldn't smoke.

"Oh, I think you already ruined their chances for the championship enough. You didn't really need me there."

Sukuna huffs and a long tattooed finger touches your chin and makes you lift your head. Those beautiful maroon eyes gaze deeply into yours, and his lips lift in that attractive lopsided smirk.

"And that's where you are wrong. I always need you by my side."

Sukuna's voice is velvety and low, with that teasing, flirty tone you love so much. That tone of voice that always reminds you of nights spent tangled in soft sheets, your sweaty bodies moving against each other while soft moans and breathy love confessions fill your bedroom.

And you know that Sukuna means those words, no matter how teasing he sounds. You can see it in how soft his eyes are when he looks at you right now. And you know your eyes must give away how smitten you are with him, too.

Your hands come to rest on Sukuna's broad chest, gently brushing your fingers over the soft cotton of his white hoodie, feeling the swell of his buff pecs and his strong heartbeat even through the thick fabric of the warm sweater.

"Then I'll try to sneak onto the team bus next time."

Sukuna chuckles and captures your lips in another slow and deep kiss. He's so tender with you that it makes your heart throb.

It's one of those secret, soft moments that most people don't expect a rough guy like Sukuna to be capable of. He is feared by his opponents. Gets called The King of Curses because he is like a curse coming over rival teams, making their most important players drop like flies, spending weeks on the bench with various injuries caused by your boyfriend. Even his own teammates are scared of him.

But when it comes to you, Sukuna is always sweet.

And you are sweet to him, too.

Your hands slip under Sukuna's soft white hoodie and find his smooth, warm skin and firm muscles, caressing his abs and pecs while you kiss him sweetly, showing him how happy you are to have him back.

You're both breathing heavily when Sukuna whispers against your lips,

"I missed you, princess."

Right at the same moment as you murmur,

"I missed you, baby."

Sukuna laughs softly, and then he smiles. That dazzling, beautiful smile he only reserves for you.

"I got something for you."

He leans down to unzip the side pocket of his sports bag, and when he straightens up again, there's a small gift package sitting in the palm of his calloused hand. You blink at Sukuna's hand and the gift and then look at him with suspiciously moist eyes,

"Oh... Kuna. You... you didn't have to buy me something..."

He smiles at you, shrugging seemingly casually, but you can see the tips of his ears turn slightly pink, and it's one of the most endearing things you ever saw. Sukuna watches as you take the gift package and slowly unwrap it, murmuring in his low voice,

"When we went to dinner, we walked past a shop, and I saw it in the window, and thought of you. Had to get back the next day to get it for you."

The wrapping paper opens and reveals a rectangular box. You lift the lid under Sukuna's watchful gaze and gasp softly when you see a delicate gold necklace with a pretty charm in the shape of a pair of hockey skates adorned with a small diamond that sparkles prettily in the light.

You clap a hand over your mouth, blinking up at Sukuna, and this time, you can't hide the tears in your eyes anymore. You reach up to wipe them away at the same moment as Sukuna cups your cheek with his large hand to brush his thumb over a stray tear running down your left cheek. You smile up at Sukuna, voice soft,

"That's so pretty. Thank you so much, baby."

Sukuna laughs softly, sounding pleased, when he tells you,

"And you haven't even seen all of it yet. Turn it around."

You bite your lip as you carefully take the small ice skates pendant and turn it around. Your smile grows even bigger when you see the small engraving on the back of the charm. Sukuna, it says in a filigree font next to a small heart.

Your pulse races. Sukuna got you a necklace with his name on it. It's so intimate somehow and possessive as if he is staking his claim, and it makes butterflies flutter wildly in your stomach. You like the thought of Sukuna wanting to mark you as his.

"I love it!"

You beam up at Sukuna, smiling brightly, and Sukuna's cat-like gaze travels slowly over you, lips lifted in a proud smile.

"Let me put it on you."

He makes a circular gesture with his long, tattooed fingers, and you nod and turn around right when Sukuna adds, in a low, seductive voice,

"Take your sweater off first. I wanna see how the necklace looks against your skin."

Your heart is beating wildly as you take off your sweater and let it drop to the floor, leaving you in your bra, standing with your back to Sukuna, feeling your breath quicken as he steps closer, and you can feel his tall body brush lightly against your skin. His large fingers are surprisingly skilled in fastening the delicate gold chain around your neck. His breath is warm on your shoulder as he leans down to whisper to you,

"I love you."

The words are followed by a tender kiss getting pressed onto your shoulder. And your eyelashes flutter, your whole body feeling so warm. Butterflies flutter not only in your stomach but also in your pussy when Sukuna trails more teasing kisses over your shoulder and neck.

He makes you so weak, makes you tremble in his strong arms. Makes you yearn for him.

Sukuna's warm hands come to rest on your waist, long, tattooed fingers sprawling possessively over your skin, fingertips dipping into the waistband of your sweatpants teasingly.

Your voice sounds shaky when you reply,

"I love you too. And I love having your name on me all the time now."

You are answered by a low growl and a tightening of those strong hands on your waist.

"Fuck, do you know how crazy it drives me when you say stuff like that?"

You can feel Sukuna smile against your naked shoulder, and you turn around in his arms, hugging him again, moaning softly when your half-exposed breasts press against his soft hoodie.

There's a hunger in Sukuna's eyes when your gaze meets his, and before you know it, you get scooped up into your boyfriend's strong arms.

"Let's celebrate my goals properly. I missed my victory fuck. How am I supposed to ever score again under these conditions?"

You roll your eyes and grin playfully at Sukuna while letting your fingers play with his undercut,

"In that case, I guess I have to take one for the team, huh?"

You both laugh, but the laughter soon gets replaced by heavy breathing and soft groans while you kiss and undress each other impatiently and tumble down onto your bed.

You whimper needily when Sukuna lets his hard cock glide through your wet pussy lips, his swollen tip caressing your clit while he kisses you deeply. And then he pushes inside you for the first time after a week apart, claiming you again and moaning your name softly when he is fully buried in your warm pussy.

He takes his sweet time with you, fucking you slow and deep as if he needs to cherish every second of it after being apart from you the whole week. It's not so much a victory fuck, as he claimed, but slow lovemaking instead.

Sukuna is pressing you down into the soft sheets with his tall, athletic body, making you mewl with every slow roll of his hips. The necklace he gifted to you is the only thing you are wearing, the small charm resting between your breasts, gliding over your skin with every thrust of Sukuna's cock.

You hug Sukuna tightly while his warm mouth is on your neck, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin, making you moan his name even louder than his cock alone already does.

You feel so taken care of like this when Sukuna is covering your whole body with his broad figure. All big and strong and muscular on top of you, pressing you down, making sure you go nowhere and stay right where he wants you.

Sukuna's skin is so warm against yours, his naked body deliciously heavy on top of you, moving slowly but powerfully against you. He is everything you see and feel. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, needing more of him, babbling incoherently, begging him to take you, to fuck you, to love you as thoroughly as he can.

Your hands are wandering aimlessly over Sukuna's broad back, digging your nails into his beefy muscles, caressing his warm tattooed skin, tracing all the scars from various hockey injuries before they finally come to rest on his flexed biceps, marveling at how good those strong arms feel under your hands.

Sukuna's cock is so deep in you, long and thick, making you almost delirious with how full and good he makes you feel. You can't help but whimper, and Sukuna answers you with a low, sexy moan before his lips capture yours in a hungry but loving kiss.

You both get lost in your sweet lovemaking. Sukuna's low groans make your head spin, and his velvety voice sounds thick with desire when he murmurs against your neck,

"Fuck yeah, my beautiful girl. Feels so right to fuck you again. Your pretty pussy missed me, too, huh? So wet and warm for me."

You sob his name shakily, feeling your pussy tightening around Sukuna's cock, while he slowly fucks you into the mattress.

"I missed you so much, Kuna. Need you, baby."

"Fuck... I missed you too, princess."

Sukuna grabs your hands, captures them tightly in his much larger hands, and brings them up beside your head, fixing them there by interlacing his fingers with yours. A gesture so tender for a rough boy like him that it makes you sob loudly, overcome by how much you love him. It makes you clench around him and arch up against his heavy body, a breathless moan of his name falling from your lips.

Your legs are wrapped tightly around Sukuna's narrow hips, clinging to him, pulling him even closer, needing him so bad. The slight adjustment of positions makes him rest more of his weight on you, and it feels perfect. You are moaning his name anytime Sukuna lifts his hips ever so slightly and then rolls them against yours again, fucking you with those slow, gentle thrusts that feel so intimate.

He is so close to you, as close as possible, filling you so good, loving you so good that it makes you feel drunk. Drunk on his dick, drunk on his love. His thick mushroom head is kissing your sweet spot with every move, fucking you closer and closer to a toe-curling orgasm that you can already feel building up in your core.

"S... Sukuna...."

You sound desperate when you sob his name, your hands clutching Sukuna's tightly, your fingernails digging into the back of his large hands, surely leaving their crescent moon-shaped marks on his skin. And Sukuna's lips are on your neck, surprisingly tender and sweet. He groans in your ear, sounding almost like a purr, and whispers to you,

"Yeah, I know, angel, I know. Feels so fucking good."

Sukuna's large hands tighten around yours as he stills on top of you, ramming his thick cock as deep as possible into you.

And you watch him with love-drunk eyes. Watch his beautiful tattooed face while he cums. Your heart swells at the love and trust Sukuna has for you to let you see him like this. To let you see him give you his all. His cheeks are flushed slightly with arousal, his maroon eyes heavy-lidded with lust, closing fully as his orgasm washes over him, his lips parted as those sexy low moans spill from them.

Sukuna's hips twitch against you as he cums. And you press yourself against him, taking his cock even deeper, wanting all he has to give you. You mewl his name brokenly as you drown in the heavenly, warm waves of your own orgasm.

You tremble under Sukuna's heavy body, your pussy spasming around his cock, while Sukuna rocks slowly against you until he has spilled his full load in your pussy.

He finally lets out a long breath and opens his eyes again, gazing down at you with unveiled affection, smirking that sexy, boyish smirk at you while he is still inside you, making more butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Your hands slip out of Sukuna's grasp, and you hug him again, trailing your fingers slowly up and down his muscular back, caressing his tattooed skin tenderly. And Sukuna's lips wander over your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before he slumps on top of you with a contented sigh.

His head is resting on your naked breasts, his breathing in sync with yours. You can't stop smiling, feeling elated after the sex, and because you have your boyfriend back in your arms. Everything feels as it should again. You reach up to run a hand slowly through Sukuna's soft pink hair, and he hums happily. His voice has that sexy, sleepy drawl when he murmurs against your skin,

"I hate training camp. A week away from you is far too long. Honestly, the whole week, I just thought, let me be back in bed with my girl and watch videos on my phone with her and have my back scratched and my hair petted. I am growing so fucking soft."

You chuckle and let your nails slowly run up and down Sukuna's broad back,

"Is that a bad thing?"

You can feel Sukuna's grin against your skin when he answers,

"Nah, I wouldn't change it for the world."

Guys, what can I say? I am horribly in love with him AAHHH 😭💗 Writing this chapter made me so happy. It's SO SOFT. Can you imagine big, bad Sukuna acting all tough and being an overly ambitious asshole towards his teammates all day during training camp, but then lying in his bed at night simping for us and almost going crazy because he misses us? That boy is down bad for us, and it makes my life complete uwu.

I hope you liked the update! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

As always, thank you so much for still reading this story, which became so much longer than I thought. I am so happy to be on this journey with y'all! 💗