ccosmopolitan

[ccosmopolitan]

satoru ending the friends-with-benefits arrangement you have with him because he "thinks he likes someone" was definitely not on your bingo card for the year.

yet, you find yourself standing here face to face with him, with those exact words leaving his mouth. and you couldn't possible have anticipated the effect it would have on you.

you feel a weight settle right into your chest, and it feels like it's consuming you slowly. but you don't even know why you feel this way in the first place.

you're the one that came up with the idea, after all.

to keep it casual - purely physical. nothing more, nothing less. you proposed it. you knew from the beginning that this was bound to happen, but why do you feel so crestfallen now that it really is?

mustering up some courage, you ask: "oh? who is it"

"you!"

and he smiles like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you finally feel like you can breathe again.

[ccosmopolitan]

His only crime is not knowing how to dress. He literally invented compression shirts.

[ccosmopolitan]

Sweet Stuff

[ccosmopolitan]

stinky rat man with socks!! yes please!!

[ccosmopolitan]

mmmm when he stops fucking you and sinks in balls deep aand then just stays there . no matter how much you push and paw at him, no matter how much you beg him to move, he doesn't do it. if anything, he just presses himself even closer, so there isn't a single inch between you mmmmmm and then just chuckles right into your ears when you gush around him, teasing you over the fact that that's all it took for you to cum. he feels you clenching around him, squirming below him with his name mixed in with pathetic pleas and oh, he thinks you're so adorable like this. you sniffle and you cry and he just stays there, nestled comfortably inside your warm cunt while cooing at you mmmmmmmmmmmmm

[ccosmopolitan]

fuck suguru geto (sexual intent)

[ccosmopolitan]

satoru laughing shakily when you're giving him a handjob.. when you're edging him. every time he squeezes his eyes shut, his orgasm so close that he can taste it, you take your hand off of him. ghosting your fingers over the underside of his cock, you giggle at the way it jumps and the next thing you know, he's cumming all over his tummy. you stare at him with big eyes, lips pulled into a teasing grin.

leaning down, you lick some of the liquid off of his happy trail, winking at him when he twitches under you.

"did my smile make you cum, baby?" you purr at him. "is that all it took... "

the sheepish grin that makes its way onto his flushed, fucked out face fills your stomach with butterflies. he raises a hand to your cheek, stroking your soft skin with his thumb as he eyes you with the most lovesick expression in the world.

"yeah... "

[ccosmopolitan]

oh to sit on top of toji's ass while kneading his back😣😣 he's half asleep below you, only letting out a few grunts here and there when you ask him anything. he also grunts when you stop massaging him btw . immediately reaches behind him to blindly search for you to make you continue on lmao it's stupidly cute to see him like this – all pliant and cuddly. he won't complain if you just lay down on top of him though, he'll really like that option too. just press yourself flush to him and he's a happy happy man<33333

[ccosmopolitan]

hi vegas queen i worship you daily can you do hakari mating press 🙏🙏

❤︎ ໋𓈒 trying mating press with hakari for the first time

warnings. fem! reader, mating press, praise, degredation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mdni.

“—f-fuckk,” hakari groans, feeling how your sopped cunt swallowed him fully with such ease. you chewed the inside of your cheek, having your legs dumbly sprawled into the air. you stared at hakari, and beads of sweat ran down the sides of his eyebrows.

his slit eyebrows that never failed to curl or twist from how sensitive you always made him feel. “keep starin’ at me like that angel ‘n i’m gonna spill so much into you.”

you whined, sharp pointed nails of your own digging into the depths of his skin. hakari was so thick — stretching you repeatedly, small breathy pants left his mouth as he went in and out, biting his lip. “h-hakari, ‘s good. harder. please.”

“dumb girl, that’s what i’m-” and he pauses, feeling the deep way of you grip around him.

hakari groans, bringing a rough hand towards your tummy to brush a thumb against it. you whine, the back of your ankles just idly skimming down his back. “shittt, angel. y-you got me..twitchin,” and you hold in a single breath. feeling his dick pulse inside of you. “the way you cling onto me baby, ‘s cute.”

hakari loved studying your facial expressions, the way how your lips would coil and curlicue up into a sheepish pout.

the outline of his dick expanding throughout your gummy walls. you were nearly drooling by this point.

his favorite part, your eyes…

the way your eyes would effortlessly roll backwards from his sloppy deranged hits against your cunt. you whimpered, whined, mewled out the sweetest cries of his names until your voice strained.

“such a nasty girl, look at the mess y’er makin, pretty little cock drunk baby.”

the soaked sounds your cunt made rang amongst your ears as you kept such deep eye contact with him. hakari had droplets of sweat race down his brows before he lets off a low breathy sigh.

“belly would look so pretty all plump,” he grunts, rubbing a hand repeatedly in a circular motion against your bare stomach.

you moan, feeling such lengthy inches pivot and jerk inside of you. the way he drove his hips towards your cunt, it had you speechless everytime. “wouldn’t ya think so?”

“y-yeah,” you whined, feeling your own lip curl into a softened pout once he brings a hand now towards the bottom of your chin. you lean into his touch, watching as his thumb gingerly whisks over your spit-glossed lips, planting a wet kiss near the corner of your mouth.

“yeah, baby? you wanna be— wanna be filled?” his voice was a pure rasp, yet he managed to mimic your sweet tone in the beginning, making your pout only purse up more. he found you so cute, his eyes never left yours.

you moaned, losing track of how many hits he made against your pussy.

hakari’s thick base thwacked against you, leaving you breathless each time. you nod, the only thing you could bring yourself to do before he pulls you into a warm, passionate kiss.

“…f-fuck,” he’d grunt, a sly smile curling over his lips as you pulled him close to you. your legs practically wrapped around his waist, trapping him.

he tasted sweet, candied. you could just about make out a lick of alcohol on his tongue—you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what, but it was a taste you certainly couldn’t get enough of.

hakari drags his tongue next to yours, panting breaths colliding amongst each other as he’s giving you such sloppy deep thrusts. your mind’s going bleak, just being fucking ruthlessly into the mattress.

his body weight presses against you each time, each thrust has you spasming.

you felt yourself coming close once the tip of his dick makes contact with that spot… that spot that earned out a cute squeak from you.

“oh. oh. looks like i found it, huh?” he whispers, breaking his lips away for a brief moment. you stare into his eyes and he flashes you a cheesy smile, leaning in to playfully lick the bottom of your lip. you throbbed, just a simple gesture as that was enough to get you off.

“y— yes.” you whimpered, feeling yourself gradually build up into that particular point. by now, you were starting to feel your legs grow numb. they just served its purpose of dangling over his back, rubbing against his skin and all.

hakari groans, feeling your cunt suck every inch. you stare dumbly at the way his muscles clench, his jaw tightens…. his abs.

his eyes flicker and roam all over your body, making you feel warm beneath your own skin before he chokes in a single breath of his. “pussy’s so greedy— you always know how to, f-fuck.”

hakari always does this thing whenever he came close — he’d suck his teeth, it sounded like he was irritated but it was quite attractive. his eyelids would lower, and it looked like he’d be rolling his eyes, preparing to swear but that wasn’t the case. he was just … embarrassed.

“shittt,” he huffs, and his muscles glisten and flex as he’s readjusting his hips—you’re in awe at his stamina, he never looks tired despite the tears of sweat gliding down both sides of his forehead. hakari’s length was so deep, your head goes back and you whine before the both of you ended up releasing at the exact same time.

his came more. you softly whined.

feeling such ropes of his cum flow into your folds, so much. hakari grunts, slowing his thrusts down but not fully.

“look at how messy y-you make me,” he curses under his breath, and you had him stuttering. you take a good glimpse at him, and his face was purely flushed. hakari’s still got a hand pressed down on your tummy as he’s pumping your cunt full of nothing but his load and he grows quiet. you hear it going inside and that’s where he lets off a grunt, feeling you try to move your hips against him. “girl, don’t be so eager. wait—”

“hakari, don’t s-stop.” you’d whine, locking your shaky legs back over his slim waist.

he breathes, panting and panting before he looks down at you with a coy grin. “brat. i wasn’t gonna,” and judging from his speech. you worn him out. he was out of breath, hearing the raspiness drip from his tone, he bites his lip. “but okay, let’s try another…another position though.”

“like what—?” you moaned, feeling him pull out, feeling the few remnants of his cum trickle out of your folds from his dick not being plugged into you into more.

hakari lifts you up with ease before you gasp at the certain positioning. he leans against your ear before murmuring out, “full nelson, baby.”

[ccosmopolitan]

“PANTY THIEF !!”

“I DIDN’T STEAL YOUR FUCKING PANTIES. THEY WERE IN MY DRAWER BECAUSE THEY WERE IN MY LAUNDRY.”

“Well then how did they end up in your laundry ??”

silence…

“Exactly. You’re a panty thief.”

“How’d you know they were in my drawer ?”

silence…

“Tsk. Fucking pervert.”

[ccosmopolitan]

In fact, dating anyone in the League naturally comes with the rest of the members now being in your life.

For example, if you and Dabi are dating, suddenly Twice and Toga are showing up at your place to hang out, Spinner added you to the League’s discord server, Shigaraki asked for your gamertag, and Mr. Compress is always texting you like “Will you be joining us for dinner?” and sending you candid photos of Dabi on their missions, just to keep you updated.

[ccosmopolitan]

inappropriately touching nanami in a crowded elevator;

your nimble fingers pulling down the zip of his slacks and your hand sneakily prodding through the freed entrance as he grabs the metal bar behind himself, hoping no one notices anything.

and you’re the perfect picture of nonchalance: pretty face directed forward, the curled corner of your lips that he is able to distinguish from your profile telling him that you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself, and your pace unrelenting as you stroke him through his briefs.

up and down, up and down, up and down while kento feels like he is losing his mind, and why the hell is this elevator so slow and there’s so many people and no ounce of shame in you. same for him, though, he is worried if he should be disappointed with himself for giving in to his desires right in the crowded elevator or impressed by how persuasive you can be to convince him that it’s okay.

there was no persuasion from you, by the way — just a cute little smile at him whilst your eyes glimmered with mischief and nanami knew he was fucked.

when the last person, aside from him and you, leaves the elevator, you finally take out your hand in time with him pushing the “stop” button and pressing you against one of the cold walls, one veiny hand wrapping around your throat loosely as the other grips your bottom.

and kento kisses you like a thirsty man drinks water; he devours your mouth until all you can do is twitch in his hold as his thumb presses on your clit just right. rubbing, tugging, teasing and prodding while his lips encase your tongue between them and you grip the sides of his head, ruining his hair.

and when you come with a whiny moan escaping your pretty mouth, no thoughts behind your cloudy gaze and arms gripping his shoulders, nanami barely stops his hips from rutting rhythmically against the smooth surface of your thighs because him being a mess is only for your eyes whilst he doesn’t mind others seeing your fucked out face. they’ll know it’s from him anyway.

[ccosmopolitan]

Dabi letting you hold his hands while you ride him because he knows you can't possibly take something so big all on your own...

[ccosmopolitan]

Hawks feels so bad about liking you. You probably think you are just friends and here he is popping a boner every time you give him a sweet little smile or your hands brush against each other's.

It's so shameful the way he has to excuse himself to use your bathroom while you're hanging out just to relieve the throbbing of his cock. How every time he catches your scent his pupils dilate just a little bit. You're so funny and pretty that it makes him a little nauseous. He gets dizzy whenever you giggle and your touch - as innocent as it might be - makes his mind all hazy. He gets positively drunk off of you and he feels so bad about it when he goes back home.

He'll lie alone in his bed as he pulls up a picture of you and him together on his phone. The sound of his fly unzipping cuts through the silence of the room. The guilt gnaws at him until he starts stroking his cock to you and then he gets so lost in it he can't help but feel ashamed only after he's made a sticky mess of himself.

One day he'll tell you how he feels.

One day

[ccosmopolitan]

basketball star!gojo who likes to post you on his instagram story shooting hoops with him. if you're bad, it just makes for a cute story but if you're good, it leads to a one v one but satoru wins just barely. but just barely (he could have embarassed you but what's the fun in that?)

basketball star!gojo who shows off a lot during his games, making three after three, laughing as he does so to piss off his opponents. he always makes eye contact with you, who always sat at half court in the very front row. one time, he made a jump shot but didn't even look at the hoop, he knew it was drained. he winked at you as the ball sunk into the hoop, the crowd going wild and a bunch of cheers from the bench. but his eyes were on you.

basketball star!gojo who goes out to celebrate with his team after wins but he is texting you the entire time. you tell him to have fun and that you were going to be at the hotel all night. that was a big mistake because when you told him that, he told his team he needed to go because he wasn't feeling good. but he surely made you feel great that night.

basketball star!gojo who is surprised but blown out of his mind when he sees his number six painted cutely on the apple of your cheek. it was a small detail but he loved it so much. he kissed it multiple times after running to you once the game was done, leaving him with smeared blue face paint on his lips. you both laughed while you wiped it off, smudging it away on your jeans. you made sure to do it for playoff games since it was good luck.

basketball star!gojo who will sit in the living room to watch game film but if he spots you in the crowd, he'll pause it, grab you from whatever you're doing to show you with a bright smile. "baby look! i found you!" it was always that sentence with a low giggle, his cerulean eyes shimmering each time. it never failed to put a bright amile on your face because he was truly smitten with you.

basketball star!gojo who likes to pull you into his lap, post game adernaline making him twitchy and achy in his sweaty shorts. his teammates know not to go to the showers right after the game because they'll see you bent over the porcelain sink with satoru hitting it from behind, gripping your hair to make your back curve in a pornographic arch.

basketball star!gojo who makes you wear his jersey while he takes you from behind, watching gojo six jiggle each time his cock hits your g-spot, your walls sucking him in greedily. you can feel every vein, every goddamn ridge. drool dribbled from your lips and tears of pleasure bubbled in your eyes, your moans and mewls smushed by the pillow.

[ccosmopolitan]

hawks who's favorite past time is laying his head on your thighs and having you play with his hair. exhausted from a day full of hero nonsense that was a complete afterthought the second he's landing on the balcony of your apartment, pulling the sliding glass door open and stepping into the cozy space you two call home. shrugging off piece by piece of his hero costume as they're laid strewn about in the path he takes to the bedroom where you were sitting up in bed. keigo's muscle visibly relax just from the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend, his wings lax and unfolded from his back, and he doesn't say anything as he's falling on the bed. making his way to you on the comfortable spacious mattress before his head is snuggling against your stomach and he releases one deep exhale. making a pleasant sound the second your hand threads through his wind swept, wheat blond locks after pulling the covers up and over his body. you're the only one who gets to see this side of him, the relaxed and comfortable version of himself. the real keigo, whom wouldn't trade you — the love of his life — for the world.

[ccosmopolitan]

WORLD STOP—!!! EVERYONE!!! WE GOT NEW BLACK HAIR DABI CONTENT!!! MISSED HIM SO MUCH PLEASE 😭🖤