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Stay here (Deku x reader)

word count: 1138

summary: izuku’s a little too tired for valentine’s day fun, but you might have a new trick up your sleeve (or in your bra)

cw: SMUT (kisses, blowjobs, titty fucking, cum swallowing), but also fluff; chubby reader (afab); cursing

a/n: my submission for @touyaspeach’s Stay Soft Collab, thank you so much for hosting! I love writing chubby reader (because it me) and the brain rot hit me for this piece so bad

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Izuku’s chest heaves as he rests his forehead against the apartment door and he sighs heavily. Patrol today was brutal and long and god, he’s exhausted. Closing his eyes with yet another sigh, he assesses the deep aches in his muscles and debates whether or not he can summon the energy to take a shower or if he’ll fall on the floor by taking another step.

Izuku rubs his jaw, soothing the bruise he earned from a villain while distracted by the idea of finally relaxing in your arms. He was counting the hours until he could feel your soft skin under his calloused fingertips again.

He can hear you just behind the door, giving him the pep to finally turn the knob. Smelling dinner wafting from the kitchen, Izuku’s mouth waters and wonders if he tells you how tired he is, maybe you’ll feed him by hand.

The need to have you take care of him tonight grips his heart tightly and he doesn’t care who knows how deep he’s fallen for you.

“Izuku, is that you?”

You duck your head out of the kitchen when you hear the thud of his boots on the floor. Seeing the way your face brightens at the sight of him is enough for some of the pain in his bones to dissipate.

He sees your ‘Deku’ branded short-shorts and your bralette as you rush to jump into his arms. He catches you eagerly, but he is unable to hold off a pained groan, alerting you to his state.

“Oh my gosh, sweetie, what is it?!” you admonish, pushing him to sit on a dining chair. When you try to look him over for injuries, he holds on to your hips, tightening his grip as he brushes off your attempts.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, just a bit sore, baby,” but he can’t hide the wince as you press into the bruise on his jaw. “It’s been a long day.”

Smiling softly, you push his hair back from his forehead and he pulls you closer to sit on his lap. Izuku breathes in the smell of your perfume and the dinner you’ve been cooking for him as he runs his hands over your curves, pressing into your soft skin and making you giggle.

“Are you sure you’re tired, Izuku, because it's Valentine’s Day and we don’t have anywhere to be,” you tease. “Let me get you some dinner—”

His grip on you tightens, halting your movements, and Izuku presses his face into your hair. “Stay here, please,” he mumbles, cupping your ass and pulling you further into his lap. “Need to be close to you, the thought of you has been haunting me all day.”

His touch startles you and your face instantly flushes as his hands travel across your back and pull you into his chest. “Izuku…” you whisper, leaning in to catch his lips with yours.

His breath hitches as your mouths meet, and he eagerly deepens the kiss after a few moments. Izuku’s teeth catch your bottom lip as his thumb teases your nipple through the thinness of your bralette. You gasp from the sensation, breaking the kiss, but Izuku doesn’t hesitate, diving in to kiss your neck.

“Babyyy,” you whine at his ministrations. “You are probably way too sore for us to be doing this right now.”

“Probably but I…” Izuku pauses before rushing out his next words in one deep breath, “…I’ve always wanted to do something specific. With you. If it’s okay with you, of course, and I wouldn’t have to exert myself but I think it would be—”

“Baby, hush. I think I know exactly what you need.”

He’s shocked enough to let you slip from his lap, spread his legs to kneel in between them. Grinning, you unzip his hero costume and free his dick, and your soft hand around him has him moaning your name.

You hum as if in thought before bringing your face closer to his cock, “I should get the lube, but it’s so far away.” Your playful tone only draws Izuku’s eyes to how close your lips are to his weeping tip.

You lick the head of his cock and Izuku’s hand smacks the top of the table as you hollow your cheeks, enclosing his full length in your mouth. You suck sloppily for a few seconds before you’re pulling back to admire your handiwork. Izuku’s chest is heaving and his pupils are blown out.

You draw yourself back and unhook your bralette, tossing it over your shoulder. Izuku can’t do anything but watch in unbelievable fascination as you push your breasts together around his dick. You drop spit on the tip, and Izuku finally finds his voice as the sight.

“Holy fuck, god baby you are amazing!”

You grin wickedly at him, moving your chest slowly up and down his dick until Izuku starts panting and bucking his hips into your ample tits.

Each thrust spreads more of the cum leaking from his cock into your cleavage. His whimpers send jolts directly to your core, spreading heat across your body at the sight of the mess you’ve turned him into.

A rough swipe of his thumb across your nipple draws your attention from your tits to meet Izuku’s wild grin. You didn’t expect Izuku fucking your tits to be so damn hot. It’s empowering, even while sitting shirtless on the floor and covered in spit and cum. You’ve put him into this needy mode without anything other than your tits.

The power, even while sitting shirtless on the floor. And the submission, allowing Izuku to debase you in a new way.

You tuck in your chin and suck the tip of Izuku’s cock as it glides through the top of your tits on his next thrust. His grin fades away as he groans out your name.

A rush of excitement runs through you, drawing away from the empowerment to a much deeper need. Izuku’s cock releases more pre on the bottom of your chin at his next thrust and your heart clenches. You need to make him feel good, to make this ending perfect.

“Cum for me baby, please,” you whine.

His thrusts turn erratic until he cums all over the top of your tits and the underside of your chin.

Dropping your hands from the sides of your tits, you sit back on your heels and glance down at the cum coating your skin. Izuku’s eyes widen with each passing second as you consider the mess before swiping a finger through it.

You pop your fingers in your mouth, your core clenching at the taste of him. Smiling up at Izuku’s relaxed expression, you run your hands over his thighs still in his costume.

“Guess I’m dirty now too, baby. What are you gonna do about it?”

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Hi! For the smut prompt could you do Bakugou and 20 please? I always enjoy your writing! In case you need it - I’m in my 20’s. Thanks! 🙂

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you”

Bakugou Katsuki x gn! Reader

(Cw; daddy kink)

Every time, without fail, that you had sex with Bakugou, he had one goal in mind: to make you go stupid on his cock. And more often than not he succeeded in that goal.

Something about the way you looked so cute all fucked out and cockdrunk, for him especially. He's good at everything he does, including making you cum over and over and over.

You tried to speak, really, you tried to say real words and not just incoherent babble, but you just couldn't. Your entire body felt amazing as another orgasm washed over you, tingling from your head to your feet. Above you Katsuki smirked, a devillish look that went straight to your aching, fluttering core. How many times had it been? Six? You lost count.

"Hah, look at you," he said, never letting up in his brutal pace, "such a slut for me, taking my cock. You came how many times already? And I haven't even come close. So fucking rude."

He flipped you then, pushing your face down into the pillows and roughly pulling your hips up so he could slam back into you. His hand was hot on the back of your neck as his body curled animalistically around you. Every thrust sent you careening forward, and his strong grip pulled you back.

After a moment, he placed both hands on your shoulders and leaned back to pull you up off the bed. You were practically sitting on his cock, immobile from the angle, and powerless against him. He bullied his fat cockhead against your sweet spot over and over, making you cum again.

"Fucking slut, god damn. I love the way you look when I'm inside you." He said, and let you collapse back onto the plush bedding.

"Gonna let me cum all over you, aren't ya? Not even gonna complain, gonna take it and say 'thank you, daddy.,' won't you?" He pulled out roughly, pumped himself a few times before spraying hot cum all over your ass and thighs.

You hardly knew what was happening, so fucked out already, but you did as he obeyed.

"Th-thank you daddy."

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naur…because chubby reader! cockwarming gojo and just having him rub their lil clit back and forth making them gush on his dick and they can’t do anything but sit there and cream, surrendering to the pleasure :( sigggghhh

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Minors dni

all I can think about is that gyutaro would have a mommy kink he loves to dominate you and take care of you but sometimes he would be so needy and he would just come and lay on your lap and say "mommy take care of me I need you."

You would spoil him and make him feel good and he would shiver and cry from the pleasure and how loved you would make him feel🛐🛐

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Gyutaro x reader

minors dni

Warnings: nsfw, Daddy kink

You were the first person to give Gyutaro a chance the only one not to care about his looks and morals so he takes it upon himself to enjoy you properly (and make you enjoy yourself as well).

He clings to your thighs which are on the sides of his head squeezing the flesh and making you moan as his tongue explores your folds and sucks up your fluids.

He loves your taste and he loves the way you squirm under him because of how good it makes you feel, it makes him feel So powerful to make such a beautiful person like you writhe in pleasure for him so he puts all his efforts in making you cum in his mouth

- so good princess... You taste so good Daddy is making you feel good? -

- If it feels so good Daddy. I want to come -

- then cum princess... cum all over daddy's tounge baby -

Your body trembles and you cling to his hair for some stability as the orgasm rips through you and makes your vision blurry.

He doesn't take his eyes off you and enjoys the way you look when you cum eyes closed tightly shut mouth ajar letting out the sweetest sounds as your legs tremble on the sides of his head and your pussy clenches. He wants this sight a thousand times more

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☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i was too deep inside you, i want to hold back, but i can't see the end ˎˊ˗

↳ ❝ [it's not the first time you sneaked out of the village to visit the loneman, gyutaro. but it is in fact the first time you reciprocated to the feelings you felt many moons ago] ¡! ❞

content warnings: fem!reader, petnames (fem!centered, princess once, sweetheart, babe?) reader and gyutaro are virgins, pwp, footjob, size kink, praise kink, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (again, please don't do this irl), handholding, soft aftercare, there's like fluff if you squint

word count: 2k

18+ content &! minors and ageless blogs dni &!

taglist: @ztoji @novaresque / also thank you for listening to me talk about this, i'm converting y'all to love him!!!!!

notes: i was supposed to post this yesterday but i didn't write yesterday since i injured my thumb and couldn't write but today i vowed to finish it and i'm so happy. i've never been excited over a fic but this is the first fic i wrote this year after a really long slump and it's a big improvement and i feel proud of myself. i'm just happy to write fics like this again, hoping in the future i will write longer one-shots, thank you for reading this hehehehe ily <3 also this is for the gyutaro lovers out there. also this note is getting long but the whole plot of this fic was thrown away, it was supposed to be feral!gyutaro but there's fluff in the middle because i couldn't help it and it got sappy uhm gyutaro is just a babie and he's so sweet yeah :>

Soft whimpers fill the lone cabin in the middle of the woods,not a single soul in sight, neither bugs nor critters could dare to follow the sounds of Gyutaro’s whines and whimpers. His cock jutted out of his unbuttoned pants, the red, angry, leaking tip making a mess all over his abdomen.

Yet you continue to stare at him, scrutinizing every movement, as you move your legs spreading them apart, fingers moving slowly, sensually. You keep your eyes straight into his, caressing yourself, your fingertips brushing over your inner thighs, slowly working its way in your glistening core.

Using your feet, you fumble against his cock, feeling his warm cum coat your toes while you lick your fingers, hovering them over your wet pussy. The squelching sounds of your slick core, as you continue to work your ministrations on your clit.

Mouth parted, salivating at the sight of Gyutaro arching his back, his eyes closed, jaw clenching and trembling.

“Please, please let me have a taste of you. Let me put it inside you.” Rocking his hips against your feet, Gyutaro attempts to move closer to you, pinning you down under him.

He couldn’t understand the plethora of sensations inside his body, it was hot. Burning. As if he couldn’t breathe without you. Yet you would always take his breath away.

Your movements, the small whimpers under your breath, the honey dripping out your eyes, as you continue to stare at him.

You push his heavy body away from you, sitting him up, “What did I tell you hmm? Did you perhaps forget what I asked?”

Moving your feet away from his cock, he whimpers at the loss of your warmth. You move your legs, spreading them wider, playing with your clit in front of him.

Blushing in embarrassment, Gyutaro moves his head closer in front of your pussy, his eyes filled with wonder, anticipation, unconsciously licking his lips being up close to you.

“I still remember. I shouldn’t use my cock yet, you said that earlier.” Gyutaro smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his nape.

“Mhmm, ‘so big, it’ll hurt me, you know that?” You caressed his cheeks, moving his hair away from his face, taking another look at him.

Unconsciously Gyutaro moved his face away from your grasp. In his head he couldn’t believe how an angel like you has blessed his presence.

Others would run away and wouldn’t bother looking in his direction, purposely living in the cabin away from the town, avoiding any human interaction to himself, he lived a peaceful life to himself.

Despite being wronged and labeled as a monster, despite all the rumors surrounding his identity, Gyutaro lived an honest life, alone.. And yet here you are, a beauty, lying down in his bed, spreading your legs for him, giving him the utmost attention.

“I want to serve you, let me taste you.” Pulling his tongue out, Gyutaro dipped his head and began lapping your wet pussy.

Inhaling that sweet scent lingering in front of him, Gyutaro had to control himself so as not to devour you completely and overwhelm you.”Please tell me what has gotten you wet? You’re so slick and warm, why are you damp?”

His voice laced in curiosity as he slid his thick fingers in between your folds, marveled at the sight of his finger sliding in and out effortlessly, lips wrapped around his fingers coating it with your juices.

“It’s just because- you’re so big, and it’s my first time. It’s unbelievable to me how I get to command you, and- and you listen to me.” You bite your lip, trying to stop the moans spill out of your mouth as Gyutaro goes down again, taking his time licking every corner of your pussy.

Parting your pussy with his tongue, Gyutaro pressed hard rubbing and rubbing the perked clit in front of him.

“Do you like this sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you mewl as you lift your hips closer to his mouth, as his tongue moves faster, lapping up the juices dripping down, not wasting any drop.

Panting, Gyutaro sat up and continued his ministrations with his fingers, pumping one, two fingers, inside your slick folds, thumb playing with your clit bullying it and rubbing harshly against it.

You can feel the length of his hard cock, pressed against the curve of your ass making you grind along his fingers, working to stretch your pussy to accommodate for his fat cock.

“Please, please, faster ‘Taro. I want more.” You sit up, riding his fingers feeling it push deeper and deeper inside you.

Feeling the sweet stretch of your pussy with a burning desire, as your legs begin to feel like jelly, your stomach tightens as a new feeling builds up inside you, bubbling and waiting for release.

Pulling his fingers out Gyutaro fumbled the buttons of his pants, releasing his angry cock, with precum leaking from its red tip. Standing tall with, the veins protrude against the skin, outlining it properly.

You’re practically salivating at the sight of his cock. It was pretty, and monstrous. The thick girth intimidated you, on how something so big could fit inside you.

Nonetheless, Gyutaro made sure to take care of you. Despite coming to your every beck, he felt like a man for the first time. To be able to satisfy your needs was a greater pleasure than anything he had ever felt.

What man would he be if he couldn’t be at your service?

To be able to take part in christening your virgin cunt. He’s a lucky man.

“If my life's suffering meant I will be the first man who is allowed to pump his seed into your good girl pussy then I'll accept everything just to get a taste of this sweet, sweet drug.” Gyutaro whispers in your ears, as he lifts your hips on your lap.

Rubbing his hard cock against your slick folds, Gyutaro watches as you slip and slide yourself on top of him, coating his cock with your juices.

His big hands hold you up, guiding your movement, using his sturdy body as your pillar.

“‘Taro, please, I want- I want more.” Panting, your breaths hot and heavy against his naked chest, spreading goosebumps all over his body.

Your hands moving swiftly, slithering all the way to his nape, tugging his hair back as you move your hips in a circular motion.

“Inside. I- I want it inside. Put it inside me? Please?” Your eyes flutter as tears well over your eyes, from the immense pleasure.

Gyutaro felt his cock harden, as spurts of precum leave his tip.

You’ve completely made him lose his mind with your body. His temple, craving every inch of your body, all the parts, to create someone as perfect as you.

His mouth instinctively pressed on your nipples, sucking, biting, and twisting it in his free hand eliciting a moan from your lips.

“‘S too much ‘Taro, I want to feel you inside me now.” Your head hangs behind you, arching your back, wrapping your arms around his head, pulling him closer to you.

Pushing you back to the bed, Gyutaro angles your hips in front of his tip. His cock bobbing slightly, slapping against your folds.

Biting your fingers you close your eyes as your fingers play with your clit, begging for attention, beggin for Gyutaro’s fat cock.

“Look at me sweetheart. Look into my eyes, watch me hmm? You wanna see your pussy devour my thick cock?”

Your stomach tightens at his words, the warm feeling burning inside you as Gyutaro lowers your hips. “Keep those eyes wide open.”

Pushing his tip in your entrance, Gyutaro hissed over your hot, slick folds eating him up. Inch by inch, pressing his hips closer to yours, in an awfully slow pace feeling his cock wrapped around your tight pussy.

Biting your lip, you muffle your moans, locking your hands with Gyutaro as he squeezes his cock inside you.

“Does it feel good for you princess? Tell me, tell me how it feels. Tell me, do you my cock pulsating inside you?”

Voice cracking in between, you wind your free arm around him, legs enclosed around his. “Put it in faster! I want you, give me all of you ‘Taro,” you whimper under his gaze.

“You’re such a greedy girl aren’t ya?” Gyutaro chuckled at your words, his eyes welling with tears, how long has it been that someone asked to be with him?

“You’re begging and asking for more- you don’t need to beg for it. Don’t beg for me. I’d gladly give it all to you.” Kissing the top of your forehead, Gyutaro moves slowly driving his cock deeper inside you.

Filling the empty space, and touching every corner in your wet cunt. Hands still locked together, his eyes wandered to yours, staring into them, with every thrust.

Tears well in your eyes at the stretch of his tight cock, nonetheless, you take it all. You take him in. Every inch, every part, it was all yours.

Watching Gyutaro above you, your heart flutters at the sight of his face scrunching, grunting as he continues to thrust his cock, deeper than the last.

Arching your back you rotate your hips, meeting Gyutaro’s as moans spill from your lips.

Everything was hot and sweaty, the cool breeze coming once in a while from the open windows keeping your nipples perk and hard.

Gyutaro manages to lift you up, sinking you deeper in his cock. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your hands begin to form marks all over his back, creating a design of your own.

“Can I kiss you?” Gyutaro pants in your ears, his hands holding your waist tightly, keeping you upright from falling.

You tilt your head, initiating the kiss and catching Gyutaro off guard. You feel his cock swell inside you, a small bulge forming inside your stomach as you gasp in between the kiss.

With trembling legs, you begin to ride his cock as he latches his mouth in your nipples, forming marks on your breasts and neck. “Fu-fuck! I want- I’m cumming ‘Taro.” Your movements slow down as you let Gyutaro move.

Hips hammering down inside you, tip kissing the walls of your womb. Laying you down, Gyutaro holds you legs resting them on his shoulders, pressing deeper in your cunt.

“Go on, cum. Coat my cock all over with your sweet, sweet cum.”

You whimper at his words, as tears fall from your eyes, the tight feeling resting inside you ready to burst.

“Hnng- ahh,” wrapping your legs around him, squeezing his cock inside your walls , your loud moans echo throughout the room, “yes, yes! ‘Taro, ‘m cumming.”

Crying under him, your shoulders weaken as your legs begin to unravel on his hips, easing up with your muscles relaxing.

“Baby? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” Gyutaro pulled out and brought his clothes from earlier, wiping your thighs, coated in your own juices.

Wiping the tears and sweat on your face, Gyutaro wrapped his arms around you. “Please tell me, is it my fault? Was I bad?” his face filled with worry while you shake your head, disagreeing with his words.

“No, it was good. It was everything I wanted, you’re perfect ‘Taro.” You sniffle on his chest hugging him tightly.

A small smile crept up Gyutaro’s face after hearing your words. “I’m glad you liked it Y/N. Please don’t cry anymore, it pains me to see you cry.”

“You’re so good ‘Taro. You’re a good man, you even made me cum.” You chuckle at your own words, snuggling in his chest.

“But what about you?” You look up, meeting his eyes.

Your fingers stroke his chest, feeling the heaving breaths of his chest, and the fast beats of his heart. Gyutaro stayed silent, gulping at your actions, avoiding the gaze in your eyes.

“How about I make you cum hmm?” Flipping yourself up, you sit on his lap watching his cock rise up as you put your hands on his hips.

“I’m going to take you nice and slow, just like how you did to me, and you can make a mess all over my face. What do you say?”

Lowering your head, you flick your tongue on his raging tip.

“It’s your turn, ‘Taro.”

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yandere!demon!tanjiro makes sure to bite down on your shoulder to ground himself as he fucks into you from behind, the fat knot at the base of his thick cock catching against your sensitive rim with every thrust.

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ONLY ANGEL — K. NAHOYA

syn. nahoya has been dreaming about fucking you ever since you first stepped into his restaurant with your kids at your side. ib: @mal3n0

cw. fem!reader, mom!reader, milf!reader, milf!chaser!nahoya, dom!nahoya, temperature play, ice play, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, exhibitionism, degradation

wc. 1.465

nahoya had always been a sucker for older women— that much he knew from the moment you stepped foot in his restaurant, toddlers at your hip and tits busting out of your shirt as if you wanted him to look. his eyes stayed glued to your figure, the way you smiled at the server with a hint of exhaustion as he seated you down. nahoya thought about you every day after that, always imagining your tits in his mouth as he fucked you against the storage room wall.

and then the day came that you stepped foot in the shop alone— kids (and husband) nowhere to be seen, and nahoya knew he hit the jackpot. your shirt was barely buttoned, tits bursting at the seams as usual and your hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that nahoya could only imagine wrapped around his fist.

“hi there!” he remarked, approaching you at the host’s podium. you cocked your head, analyzing his stature before deciding to acknowledge him.

“you’re new?” you asked, having never seen his face before. that’s right— of course you wouldn’t recognize him when he had spent your every visit behind the kitchen’s barrier, watching you carefully from the window in the door. but even so, nahoya felt like he knew you, and thus the confidence coursed through his veins.

“I own the joint, actually” he sneered, though his eyes were creased in a smile. “nahoya” he reached out his calloused hand, waiting for you to shake it, and when you did, the deviance behind his eyes only deepened as he led you to a table near the back.

“never been back here” you mentioned, noticing the way he walked with a spring in his step. he was cute— hair pulled back and tied off with a bandana. he looked far too young to work at a restaurant, let alone own it, and he was lucky you liked a younger man anyhow.

“it’s the vip treatment— aint gonna let’cha have anything less!”

you smiled as he encouraged you to sit, slipping himself down across from you where he propped his elbows up on the table and rested his chin in his palms.

“so” you started, eyes gazing at the swinging doors that seemed to lead to a walk-in freezer. “how big is this place, anyways? how’d a kid like you manage to score this?”

nahoya only laughed. “m’not a kid, but I can give ya the grand tour, whaddya say?”

you shrugged, figuring in your mind that this was your day away from the kids— that you were free from the burdens of your life, at least for the time being. “sure, hit me”

the strings in nahoya’s mind tightened with your words, but his face showed no change as he nodded and stood up, encouraging you to follow. he led you first to the kitchen, where souya and another chef were busy at work, but he took little care in introducing you let alone showing you around the kitchen itself. he seemed more intent on the back room that hid behind the double swinging doors.

“this is the freezer— my favourite” he held the door open for you, egging you to pester and question him. as you stepped into the room, icy air prickled your skin like a thousand tiny needles and made your hair stand in goosebumps. nahoya followed behind, clicking the door shut behind him as cool blue lights illuminated the space. as you turned to face him, his eyes darted straight to your chest where your nipples had perked up, exposing themselves through the thin fabric of your shirt and he grinned with accomplishment. “perfect” he teased, rubbing his hands up and down his arms.

and that’s how nahoya managed to have you bent over the racks of stored food now scattered on the floor, tits pressed against the frosty metal that melted warm spots of condensation where they stuck. his cock was already hard as he stroked his length in his palm, dribbles of precum glistening on his tip as he teased your hole with his cock.

“think you can take it?” he snickered, watching the way you gasped the more he slipped himself inside. when you looked back to him and nodded, he snapped his hips into you until your gasps turned to moans and whimperings of pleasure. his cock was thick— it filled you up like no other and stretched your walls thin until it was hard for your mouth to form words. nahoya’s hands were cold, and they spread tendrils of an icy sting across your skin as he gripped your hips and slammed your ass back against his body.

“fuck” he groaned, watching his cock disappear inside you. “so fuckin’ good”

you whined in response as tears pricked your eyes every time the force of his thrusts made your nipples scrape against the freezing metal. the sting of the ice sent pulses of adrenaline to your clit and made your walls flutter around his cock.

“tell me how good my cock feels” he muttered, eyes squeezed shut as he buried his cock deeper and deeper inside you.

“s-so good daddy, your cock feels so good” you whimpered, feeling the ice invade your senses as you gripped the pole of the storage shelf. your moans seemed to echo in the emptiness of the room, and you were sure you were loud enough for patrons to hear. but nahoya didn’t care— his cock was aching and throbbing with every thrust as the harsh air made him want to sink himself inside you and stay there until you came. but something about the way your body convulsed and jolted, and the way the grip of your hand melted the ice on the metal made him crave more. it made him nearly desperate to watch you quiver and crumble from his cock alone, forced to submit yourself to the frost and subject yourself to the pain of the ice against your skin. he wanted it so bad, and it drove him to piston his hips faster and faster until the sound of skin against skin had nearly drowned out the chorus of your moans and his groans. by now you were sure that his brother at the very least had caught on to your escapade, but the thought of caring was far beyond your mind as nahoya pushed you closer and closer to your limit with every thrust.

and just when you thought you couldn’t hold on much longer, nahoya dug his cock deeper inside you as he reached over your shoulder to scoop a fingerful of the snow that had built up on the shelf. your eyes welled with tears when you caught on to his plan, but it was too late— nahoya had already reached around your hip and pressed the ball of what was now ice against your clit, rubbing it in rough circles as it melted and dripped down your folds. you sobbed at the sensation— it was so cold it almost burned, and your body squirmed and writhed under his grasp that only tightened the more you resisted. your cunt had sucked him in now— so tight he could barely move and he groaned with every shift and struggle of your body. he was so close he could nearly taste his high, and the tears that glossed your eyes only pushed him closer and closer every time you looked back.

“fuck— m’gonna cum” he groaned, running his fingers up your torso until he reached your tits. he lifted your body just enough to grab your nipples in a pinch, one that pulled a shriek from your lips as his hips picked up pace once again. your clit was still throbbing from the ice, and as nahoya’s cock twitched with every deepened thrust, your head began to spun and your vision spun as the kiss of his cock against your sweet spot sent you over the edge of your pleasure. your cunt squeezed around his cock, milking him desperately as his cum came in spurts of warmth that he fucked deeper and deeper inside of you.

“fuck your husband” he muttered, forcing his cum inside you, but he was barely audible through the sounds of your choked sobs that echoed off the walls. “gonna make you mine instead”

and even if you couldn’t hear him, the spite of his words brought the heat back to your skin and lit your clit on fire as his thrusts slowed to a near stop, cum leaking slowly from your messy folds as he pulled his cock away with a pop.

“I love filthy whores like you” he groaned, toying with his seed that dripped from your cunt. “you’re gonna be my toy from now on, ‘kay?”

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sanzu + panties (feel free to have fun with it?? lol)

“So…do you want your underwear back?"

haruchiyo sanzu x reader

cw: yandere themes, suggestive, gun mention/threats

The arrangement you and Sanzu had worked out for a while, but his attachment had grown to be too much for you to handle. You liked him in small doses, mainly whenever he had you tied up in his bed, mind too clouded with thoughts of pleasure to really care that it was Sanzu you were sleeping with. But no matter how good of a lay he is, it's hard to continue all the bad surrounding him when he is trying so hard to force himself to have a more significant role in your life. Which is why, with a heavy heart, you made the decision to end things with him.

Unsurprisingly, that hadn’t been an easy thing to do, not when Sanzu was so desperate for you two to take things further in your relationship.

It had been nearly ten minutes and the loud pounding at your door had yet to cease. Any longer and you’re certain that you’ll be hearing complaints from your neighbors in the morning. You had hoped that pretending that you’re not home would get him to leave, but that doesn’t seem to be working.

You hear your name being called out, Sanzu’s tone changing between pleading and anger. “Come on. Let’s talk this out! I know you’re in there!” A few more pounds. “If you don’t answer, I’m gonna take this package out here home with me. How’s that sound?” Package? You can’t even remember what you ordered, so the idea of letting him take it with him if it meant leaving you alone seemed like a fine deal.

A few minutes of silence followed, and you assumed all was well now. Until you heard a loud kick at your door. “If you don’t open this damn door in five seconds, I’m gonna shoot my way in. One…” The thought of how much trouble you’ll be in with your landlord if he finds out your door has been littered with bullet holes has you racing over to the door in record time.

“...Five.”

“Wait! Wait!” You practically threw open the door and mustered up a glare at the man in front of you, who very much had a gun in his hand. “Are you…!” You lowered your voice when you realised how loud your words came out. “Are you crazy? You don’t just shoot open people’s doors when they don’t answer!”

Sanzu shrugged, just happy he lured you out of your home. “Done it a few times before. Always seems to do the trick. Anyways, I’m here to talk about that little text you sent me earlier.”

At that, you moved to close the door. “There’s nothing to talk about. I’m just not interested in continuing this relationship.” Your plan to have the door shut as you finished your sentence was thwarted when a shoe stopped it from closing. You tried to kick his foot back so you could properly close the door, but he didn’t budge. “Stop, Haru. You need to go.” Another hard kick to the foot.

“So rude.” Before you could deliver another kick, something poked through the doorway, pointed straight at your abdomen. You looked at the barrel of the gun before glancing up to meet Sanzu’s eye, peeking through the gap. “Now, are you ready to talk about us?” You didn’t even have a chance to think of your next actions, Sanzu already pushing his way inside while you were caught off guard. “Glad you can see things my way! Guess I won’t be needing to take this package home anymore. ‘Though I’d really like to…”

You pushed your way past him and further into your house, not entirely keen on arguing with a man who pretty much just threatened to shoot you. “Come on. Let’s hurry up and get this ‘talk’ over with.” Seconds after sitting at the table, fabric was dangling in your face. “Haru, stop. Just-” As he moved it away, you saw that it was one of the new pairs of panties you had bought online. It had taken so long to get here that you’d forgotten you’d even ordered them. You reached out to take it from him, but he stepped back, dropping it back in the small box before reaching in to pull out another pair, this time blue.

“So…do you want your underwear back?”

“Obviously!” You held your hands out to try and get the box, but Sanzu just moved it away, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Uh-uh. You’ll get them back if we can have a nice, civil conversation. So, let’s start by telling me why you thought that breaking up with me was a good idea?”

As much as you want to tell the man that you couldn’t break up with if you weren’t an actual couple in the first place, the reminder of the gun on him helps you decide that you’ll have to be much more careful with your words if you want things to go smoothly.

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Man oh man I'm thinking about Hitoshi's thighs

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easy, baby | e. yeager

➳ tags ;; 18+, fem!reader, small town au!, childhood friends to lovers, football player!eren, college student!reader, mutual pining, possesive!eren, mildly lovesick eren, car sex, risky sexy, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f!recieving), eren yeager is a menace to society, dirty talk, creampies etc., eren yeager is a menace to society, this is very vanilla btw, unbeta’d, reader is said to have a little makeup on and is wearing a sweater and leggings.

➳ wc ;; 10k (i hate it here)

➳ a/n ;; based of off this post. im so down bad its fucking insane. this title is inspired by the song lotus flower bomb by wale

➳ synopsis ;; you believe it, that eren yeager was destined to be the best. when he leaves your home town to play football, your paths naturally split. it’s only when he comes home during the holidays that you realize your little crush has blossomed into something much more dangerous.

You always knew Eren Yeager was destined for greatness.

Since you were kids, he’s always had that quality to him. You think maybe it’s just in his DNA. His dad is famous for medicine, his half-brother is known for his research. Eren isn’t really the scholarly type, but you could argue that greatness was part of the Yeager DNA.

It’d always been Eren’s dream to go pro. Out of the four of you, Eren was the most interested in the sport by far. Mikasa took more interest in MMA but Eren has always had it in his head that he wanted to play football. He would spend the holidays glued to the game, watching the local team with his nose inches from the TV screen.

When high-school rolled around, it was proven that Eren just had it in him to be an exceptional player. As a freshman, he was tall and broad. While you’d known Eren your whole life, it’d felt like his success was overnight. Maybe it’s because you’d known him for so long.

It was odd watching it happen. Your childhood best friend became something of a local celebrity with an increasing amount of mythos. You think it’s only natural that your paths divulged, with Eren spending more time in practice. You never got angry at him for it, but you couldn’t help but find yourself missing him. You got used to seeing him through local papers and photos, through little local ads and the likes. He was always busy, and you didn’t mind it, really you didn’t.

But you missed him. You had to go on with your life, destined to support him from the sidelines. Highschool passed and your relationship to Eren had grown a little distant. You only saw him on the occasion, but when you did spare him some time - it was always nice. It was like nothing ever changed to begin with, like Eren had never gone away at all.

Graduation was weird. That’s the only way to describe it. Eren looked distraught when you expressed to him that you’d be going away for college, a local college instead of one in the big city. It had a program for your area of study with good reviews, and it was cheaper. Eren seemed devastated when you told him, asking if remembered the promise you made when you were kids. That you’d follow him wherever he went.

You laughed, and said you did -“But we were just kids, ‘ren. Don’t be weird.”

Eren realized a lot of things by that point. The biggest one being that you were the one thing that was so unbelievably out of his reach.

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“Just the tip,” he begs you, his voice rough and deep. “Please, baby, just keep the tip of my cock warm for me, ok?”

And how can you say no to that?

He has you on your back, legs spread wide to accommodate his body, his big hands on your thighs. And when he slides in, your slick making for a smooth glide, you squirm at the feeling of being so stretched and full. 

“You – you said just the tip,” you whimper, clenching your thighs around his hips, not knowing whether you want to press him closer or push him away. 

And he leans over your body, cradles your head and neck is his big palm and lifts you just a bit, just enough to see where he’s inside of you, and the inches and inches of cock left to go.

“It is just the tip, baby, see?” he coos, his voice still lust-rough, but sweet.

He rolls his hips back and then forward again, fucking you with just the head of his dick, stretching your pretty pussy around the mushroomed tip.

“Unless you want more?” he says, sliding in just another inch, making you arch your back and moan, shutting your eyes tight to stave off the tears. “How about just half?”

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— HIM & I.

+ ran haitani x f!reader. explicit content and language. mentions of pistols & drugs. reader has a tattoo. clit stimulation. sprinkle of breeding kink. unprotected sex. car sex. tit sucking. thumb sucking.

+ this piece is commissioned by the lovely, @kswishh! thank you sm, love! and i hope you enjoy this. i’m sending lots of love and kisses your way.

+ 3000 wc.

“I like your tattoo.” Ran Haitani traced the curvature of your spine with the tip of his finger, right to where the blank ink of the rising sun sunk in your skin. Your Bonten tattoo.

Slipping in the thin straps of your bloody-red silk gown, you grinned at him through the mirror. “You act like it’s your first time seeing it.”

Ran darted his tongue to the side of his lips while zipping up your dress behind. He leaned over your shoulder, sniffing the scent of your Roja perfume. “Gold dust?” He grinned, noticing the way your skin shimmered under the light.

“It’s Haute Luxe,” you replied with a wicked grin before turning around to fix his tie. “Don’t forget your earpiece.”

“What pistol are you using tonight?” the man asked while locking his watch around his wrist. “So I know what I’m picking for myself.” A cowlick fell over his forehead, ironically magnifying his exquisite and flawless beauty.

Sometimes, Ran’s face unnerves you. There was an edge to it. Some sort of merciless terror paired with a laidback smile. He was inconspicuous most of the time, but the danger in his strides always leaves that tang of bloodlust in the air.

“Forty-five, easy to hide,” you replied, dusting an invisible thread in his pristine jet-black suit. “How ‘bout you?”

You strutted to the king-sized bed, picking up your Hermes purse before making your way out of the bedroom.

Ran trailed behind you, his earpiece now fixed in his ear. He tapped twice to activate the device. “MP7,” he simply replied with a devilish smile. Ran mentally counted one to three for your reaction.

Hearing his answer behind and through your earpiece, your Louboutins skidded in a sudden halt. You shoot him a glare. “That’s my baby. No scratch, no dents. Understood?”

Playfully raising his hands at arm’s length, Ran nodded. “Roger, that.”

As your red bottoms clacked towards your eight-car parking lot, you said, “You could’ve brought a pistol yourself, you know. Submachine is an exaggeration.”

You settled yourself in the driving seat while Ran sat in the bullet. He opened his phone and went through his playlist. It took only a second for the speakers to blare Anarchy in the UK that had your heart pumping.

“Just in case they’re planning to fuck with us,” he flatly replied while playing with the volume. As though the possibility was too boring to consider. “It’s big money. I won’t take the chance.”

“You think they wanna fuck with Bonten, though?” You swerved to the right, the wheels of the Mustang easily gliding down the road to your destination.

Ran propped his elbow to the window, his forefinger rubbing against his bottom lip. “Everybody wanna fuck with Bonten. But no one has the balls to do the job.”

After twenty minutes, you finally arrived at the casino favored by business people when dealing with sketchy jobs. Sent by Mikey, Bonten’s leader, you were here for a big shot. Outside the blinding lights of the building’s entrance, there were police personnel poised while holding their pistols. Of course, they were only paid displays to show that everything was under control in the city.

A valet rushed to take the keys from you. You smiled faintly as the keys dangled in his hand.

“Keep this baby safe for us.” You winked, earning a fluttered look from the valet himself. He was new, you supposed.

Ran grabbed a suitcase carrying the junk. It was on-demand these days, and only one gang had access to it in the whole country: Bonten. Thanks to Takeomi and Sanzu busting their asses off threatening the right kind of people to get the stuff, you were bound to earn and drown yourselves in money tonight. If everything goes well, that is.

Your perfectly manicured nails easily matched Ran’s tuxedo as you slinked your arm around his. Then the both of you made your entrance as though you owned the place. One day, perhaps, you would.

“Where’s the SMG?” you whispered. The bastard only smiled at you. Ran Haitani didn’t plan to use it at all. He was merely messing with you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Haitani.” A man wearing button-up polo-sleeves greeted you at the entrance. He had that jackpot smile glued to his lips, eyes darting ever so inconspicuously to the suitcase. “You look as good as ever.”

“Where’s Mr. Wong?” Ran demanded with a flat tone.

You weren’t here for tittle-tattle. You were sent here for business. However, you knew exactly why everyone appeared to be so chummy with you and your husband. As much as half of the population wanted to take Bonten down, half of it desired to fall into the gang’s good graces as well.

The man swallowed his ignominy before showing you the way.

Ascending the stairs up to the discreet space of the building, the click of tokens and the whisper of cards followed your steps. Some looked as though heaven and earth fell on their shoulders while some boisterously laughed at everyone and everything.

“This way, Mr. Haitani.” The man extended his hand to the door to your left.

Ran straightened before facing you. “Will you be alright here?”

Batting your eyelashes at your husband, you playfully pinched his waist. “I can take care of myself. Go and get it over with.” He smiled fondly at you, the smile that was meant only for you alone. “Remember, I’m right behind you,” you reminded him, eyes vehement on his.

He cackled before crashing his lips to yours. “Always,” he whispered thereafter, giving your ass a good squeeze before entering the room.

The door shut with the man eyeing you weirdly. “Aren’t you coming with him?”

You reclined your elbows over the railings, watching the chaos below with predatory intent. “I’m quite fine here, thank you.”

A prowling waiter offered you a glass of champagne, which you had taken with delight. The hallway was mostly empty, with one or two people entering different rooms.

Despite the ruckus of machines and the buzz of conversations, you had little time to reminisce. Reminisce how it had been years since you joined one of the most powerful gangs in the country.

It wasn’t an easy life, for men had yet to stop proving to you that they could do the job better. They said it wasn’t the fate meant for a woman like you. But no matter how much you tell yourself that you were better off living alone in a tiny house, you knew that you were meant for the adrenaline rush of placing your life on the line for glory and money.

Bonten was your family. It had been ever since Mikey saw you in that rundown house in the poorest part of the city. Not only had he sheltered you, but he was also the reason you met Ran, too.

Ran Haitani was the other part of you. You were a perfect puzzle. People might laugh at how destructive your chosen life was, but it was easy with him. Not pretty, but you believed it to be your destiny.

And Ran felt the same.

Inside the well-lit room, he leaned back on the couch. The suitcase he was carrying now splayed open, one sachet unzipped for the man in front of him to taste.

“So? What do you think?” He eyed the man and the two armed lackeys behind him. “This is the good stuff you’ve been bugging us for.”

Mr. Wong flashed his teeth while shaking his head. From the ruddy look of his face, Ran had deduced he had too much to drink. He cursed at him inwardly, having to hate dealing with drunk businessmen.

“I told Mikey to deliver these personally. What the fuck are you even doing here with your bitch, Haitani?” Mr. Wong sniggered as if he’d done something, even waving his fat tobacco to the air.

Through his earpiece, he heard you giggle. “Bitch? I like that. Bitches bite hard.”

The sound of your voice traveled down his spine. Ran learned how to rein in his temper since he met you. You were always collected and rational. But if he was the same fuckhead all those years ago, he would’ve already buried a bullet into Wong’s skull for what he said.

Ran placed his leg over the other. “Mr. Wong, you must know that Mikey doesn’t meet his clients unless he wants to.”

It was known all over the country. Mikey has a peculiar sense of choosing who he wants to meet. Most of the time, it’s Ran or the others doing the meeting and the talking. He could count on his one hand the times Mikey agreed to deal with someone personally.

Mr. Wong puffed from his tobacco, eyes squinting. “That brat don’t wanna see me, then? Who the fuck is he, by the way? That lanky shithead thinks he’s hot shit. Must be all the upper getting in his head, huh?”

Ran peered. It was going in a different direction. All he wanted was to get this done with so the both of you could finally go home and fuck ‘til dawn.

He flung his finger to the open sachet and offered it to the man as calmly as he could. “Here. Let’s get down to business—” All the contents spilled when Mr. Wong slapped his hand away.

“You don’t tell me what to do, bastard,” the old man gritted. “Bring Mikey here and we’ll seal—”

“Again,” Ran exhaled, wiping the powder off his hand with a kerchief, “Mikey has things to do. He sent me—”

“Mikey does not call the shots here. I do. Bring that motherfucker here. Now.”

They said dealing with Wong would make you want to shove a nozzle in his mouth, now Ran understood why. He licked his lips, mentally counting as to calm his nerves.

“I will not say this again,” he seethed.

“Calm down, Ran,” you said through the earpiece. “This is under control. I’m right behind you, baby.”

Ran smiled before facing Wong again. “Mikey can’t meet you today. The shit you want is right here. Bring the money out.”

Wong leaned, teeth yellow and all. Ran fought hard not to cringe back. “We have your bitch outside, boy. You wouldn’t want—”

The door located behind Wong and his lackeys opened, revealing you with hands extended while holding two forty-fives. Wong’s men hissed, pointing their pistol at you.

You simpered, winking at Ran. “Not anymore, I’m afraid.”

“Lower your gun, girl—”

The tension went through the roof when you pointed your pistols at the back of Wong’s head. His men tensed, teeth gritting.

“I call the shots here, grandpa,” you replied, unflinching.

Wong laughed like a mad man. “My men are all over this building.”

“And our men are all over your men. I think it’s worth mentioning that we have two snipers poised over the next building, ready to blow your brains off if you do so much as move your fingers over the trigger.”

Ran’s eyes met yours. His were full of contained glee. Snipers?

He loved all your versions. But this, Ran loved most. His cock couldn’t help but rejoice inside his pants, realizing how you’ve got him wrapped around your hundred-dollar-worth manicured nails. It was the highest regard he’d ever had— marrying someone like you. His other half, his ride or die.

“Wong, we are Bonten. We don’t do shit unprepared.” Ran’s voice oozed with warning and authority. “Now, if you don’t wanna fuck it up, take this goddamn suitcase and give us the money. Or else…” He regarded the old man through his lashes before tipping his chin in your direction. “It’ll get very dirty. And I’m telling you, my wife likes it real messy.”

“I do,” you seconded with a small chuckle. “So much.”

Wong’s confidence slowly crumbled. He knew he was at a disadvantage. However, Ran had seen this type of confidence from other men before. They wanted to make themselves feel better by believing they could go against Bonten. An illusion, a very hilarious one at that.

The old man snapped his fingers, causing one of his lackeys to lower their pistol and saunter to the vault behind the huge painting.

Just as easily, millions were displayed in front of Ran. Crisp bills, fresh from the bank. After double-checking the stacks, Ran locked the suitcase with a quiet smile. He stood up, straightening his pristine tuxedo.

“Nice doing business with you, Wong,” he stated, offering his hand to the old man.

Wong snorted but shook his hand nonetheless. “Yeah.”

You strutted towards Ran, alert yet unfazed. Your forty-fives were strapped behind you for everyone to see. “I’ll go get the car.”

Wong clicked his tongue. “That’s one hell of a wife, boy. She’ll burn you.”

Ran watched you walk as if the hallway was your runway. He glanced at Wong for the last time, saluting as a goodbye. “And I’d thank her.”

The ride to the hideout was silent, but your heart was elating, knowing that you had bagged a deal despite a little mishap.

Ran was tapping his finger against his knee, a smile creeping up to his lips. “Sniper, huh? And you’ve bought two pistols.”

You giggled heartily, remembering the lie you told about the snipers. It was true that Sanzu sent men as backup, but the snipers were utter bullcrap. “I told you, you wouldn’t need an SMG.”

Ran would’ve laughed had his cock wasn’t screaming in pain. It was hard as a rock, and he could feel a thick blow of precum against the fabric. “Pull over, angel.”

Your eyebrows crinkled. “Why? You need to pee?”

“I need to fuck you. Now. Or my balls would fucking explode.”

You hadn’t hit the breaks as fast as that particular moment.

Car sex wasn’t always your thing, as the space was uncomfortable and moving was too much of a hassle. However, that night, despite the tight space, you had managed to straddle his lap and grind on his cock.

Ran’s large hands cupped your ass, squeezing tight while owning your mouth with torrid kisses. Smacking noises filled the whole space, mixed with the shuffle of fabric and zippers opening.

Your left tit popped out of your dress. Ran wasted no time to plump the breast and suck on your nipple with the hunger that had your back arching. Every lash of his tongue sent tingles down your spine, between your legs, down to your toes. You were so wet and ready for him.

“Just like that,” you gasped, grasping at his body while he sucked on your tit like a babe. “I need you inside me.”

At that, Ran bit on your nipple softly. He reached between you, palming the fabric of your thin underwear and smirking at what he found out. The tip of his middle finger rubbed your clit in circular motion, making your knees weak and your mind dizzy.

“Then put me inside your tight and wet cunt, angel,” Ran whispered below your chin. He was looking up at you, patiently waiting for your lips to capture his. With precision, you claimed his mouth as you slid down the flushed length of his cock.

“Oh my God,” you moaned against his mouth, feeling the faint throb of his shaft inside your walls. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah. It does, angel.” Ran gripped your hips, digging his nails to the flesh before mercilessly dragging your body towards his cock. You trembled, feeling the tip of his cock kissing a sensitive part inside your pussy. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he murmured with a hiss, messily kissing your neck up to your jaw while helping your hips undulate on top of him.

Then suddenly, his phone rang. You were so out of it— drowning in pleasure and in the feel of his cock that you didn’t stop even though Ran picked up the call.

“What the fuck do you want, Koko?” he half-moaned, half-gritted at the caller. When you rolled your hips, Ran released a shameless sound deep from his guts. His balls tightened up, ready to release cum. “Yeah. We’re on our way,” he hurriedly said, pinning you down his shaft. This time, it was you who moaned wantonly.

“Yeah,” Ran hissed, cupping your jaw and inserting his thumb to your lips. You sucked on it, eyes hazy with lust. Ran’s abdomen tightened at the set of his orgasm. “Yeah. I understand. Yeah. Fuck you.” He threw his phone whenever and retreated his thumb to rub your clit. “Lean back, angel. Come with me.”

Placing your palm to his knees, you rode Ran’s cock while showing him all of you. Left tit bouncing, while he rubbed on your clit, you completely let go of all your inhibitions and bounced on top of him to the hilt.

“I’m cumming—” you helplessly cried out, feeling your toes heating up. “Oh. Oh my God.”

“Now, angel. Now.”

You shut your eyes close with Ran pulling your body flushed to his. He groaned between your chest, loud and animalistic as he shot loads of cum straight to your womb. The amount was dangerously heavy to get you pregnant even on the pill.

There were tears in your eyes when your orgasm exploded. You cried, pinning your hips to his as to feel the stretch of his cock. All of it, inside you. For minutes, you trembled on top of him. Brain scrambled to form any coherent thoughts. There was only the feeling of his cock throbbing sporadically inside your needy cunt.

Ran peppered your face with kisses while you calmed down. “So good for me. I love you so much, angel. I’ve got you. Always.”

“Love you, too,” you murmured in the crook of his neck. “So much.”

Inside the Bonten hideout, the men huddled beside each other, staring hard at Koko’s phone with their ears tingling at what they heard.

“You’re actually on speakers, fucker,” Koko said. He received no response as expected. The motherfucker probably was still shooting fat cum to your pussy to even bother. “Damn. I’d meet a fuckton of clients if I had a woman like that with me, too. Sex after operations are fucking gold.”

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light em up, cowboy

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and about the pronouns the translator always gets them wrong and sometimes I miss some when I correct them

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me in the warnings: i dont know english probably make mistakes

some people: why this is wrong????

BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW ENGLISH IT'S NOT THAT HARD YOU LITTLE SHIT

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Idk of this thirst but like

Imagine like you know nahoya is cheating on you know and so whenever he is away and calls you're either sitting on souya's lap or getting fucked by him

IDK IF THIS IS THIRST

ORNNHDEKHEEJ FUCK

warnings: cheating, toxic relationships and kinda? exhibitionism? idk

minors and blank/ageless blogs dont fucking interact

anon u got me goin crazy i cant

you’re sitting all pretty on souya’s lap, cock twitching in your cunt, hands resting on your waist, head between your tits letting out soft breaths every time you clench around him. your arms around his neck, tugging him closer and closer to you before you hear your phone ring. you were gonna ignore it but he saw the caller and insisted that you answer, so you did.

“hey baby, what’s up?” you breathe out to the phone, putting it on speaker for souya to hear. “not much, pretty. just wanted to check up on you,” nahoya murmurs and sighs before souya thrusts up to you, causing you to roll your eyes back and immediately slap a hand to your mouth, muffling the moan that was about to escape. “and i’m even calling souya but this fucker’s not answering, but whatever.” you push your face into souya’s neck and let out a small whine. “i miss you, but i’m not gonna be home until tomorrow, mkay?” you roll your eyes and slam down onto souya, frustration bubbling inside you. “alright baby, love you.” you murmur quickly before hanging up, not waiting for his reply. the younger twin lets out a chuckle and pins you down to the couch you’re both sitting on and fucks into you, cock moving in and out of you with no pauses while moans and whines are pouring out of your lips.

if nahoya can do it, why cant you?