seaborgium-dazies

[seaborgium-dazies]

22 year old virgin

summary: you'd give anything if it means your best friend had the most perfect birthday. // best friend!sanji x afab reader. nsfw; light voyeurism and oral (m receiving). around 3k words !

sanji had his eye on you all night. which is nothing new, this was the norm regardless of the amount of alcohol was in his bloodstream.

tonight felt different though. something about his gaze and the way he smiled, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

maybe he was more than grateful for you tonight. after all, you and nami had gone above and beyond to throw him a surprise party that ended up exceeding your original expectations. but sanji wasn’t smiling at nami the way he was you, he hadn’t been for a couple of months.

a million excuses ran through your head as you attempted to chalk it up to anything other than nami’s original guess: that he had feelings for you.

that thought always puts a bit of a sour feeling in the back of your throat. not that sanji wasn’t a lovely man, he was just…your friend. your best friend, in fact, and you didn’t want anything to ruin that.

your thoughts are scrambled when your least favorite quadruplet throws a heavy arm around you, distracting you from the drinks you were setting out (not like your mind was elsewhere already).

“how’s my favorite girl doing tonight?” niji smiles, reaching for a beer that you hadn’t even taken out of the box yet.

you roll your eyes, poorly attempting to shove him away. “couldn’t wait a minute for me to empty this?” you joke back, which does a poor job at shutting down his incessant flirting. niji always had a soft spot for you, which sanji was very vocal about disliking.

his breath tickles your ear, reeking of vodka and beer, a terrible combination. he whispers something you can’t quite make out over the music that blares through your apartment. but that isn’t what distracts you from the vinsmoke brother, it’s sanji’s dark glare that pulls your attention away.

suddenly you feel like you’ve been caught red-handed, guilty of a crime you didn’t commit. out of respect for your friendship with sanji, you always did your best to reject niji’s advances, but sometimes you got a little carried away, much to sanji’s dismay.

now is one of those of times, most definitely inebriated by the alcohol you’ve consumed. you’re trapped between his chest and his arm, his face leaning in way too close for comfort.

you can feel sanji’s stare, it sends chills down your spine. you squirm out of niji’s grip, and he shouts a complaint after you exit, which is thankfully much harder to hear as you enter the living room.

the music is much louder in here, almost loud enough to silence the noise from all the partygoers.

looking around the room, your eyes follow sanji, who is making his way toward your back patio.

worry and perhaps too many hard seltzers make your mind wander. you hoped that the small act of affection wasn’t enough to ruin his birthday. 

you think fast, grabbing two empty shot glasses and a bottle of something you couldn’t quite read the label of and follow him out the door.

the crisp march air hits you as soon as you twist the knob, the sounds causing sanji to jump slightly.

“hey, birthday boy” you greet, shaking the bottle in your hand to alert him of what was about to come.

sanji has a freshly lit cigarette in his mouth before flashing you a wide smile, taking the glasses from your hand.

“enjoying your party so far?” you ask, hopeful you hadn’t upset him on his special day.

he nods, “yeah, it’s a lot of fun. thank you for doing this for me.”

there’s a faint warmth to your cheeks as you pour the clear liquid. “i don’t deserve all the credit. nami helped too,” you gush.

he extends your glass to you, which you happily accept. “you have to make a wish now,” you smile, motioning to your raised shots.

his curly eyebrows furrow. “on a shot of tequila?”

you proudly nod. “yes, it’s more fun that way. plus, i think we forgot to buy birthday candles,” you half-joke, unsure if nami remembered to put those on the list.

he chuckles lightly, accepting your antics and shutting his eyes to make a birthday wish. you can feel your gaze soften as soon as they do, his features so gentle as he humors your mischief.

“okay, cheers,” he says, opening his eyes and clinking his glass against yours.

you both throw your heads back, swallowing the burning liquid. your nose scrunches and mouth frowns harshly in disgust earning a laugh from sanji.

he reaches out to lift your chin, “didn’t like it?”

you shake your head, pulling him into a hug. “no, but i want you to have the best birthday, so i’m going to lie and say yes.”

his arm wraps around you, his chin resting on the top of his head. “that’s sweet of you. it really is great,” he says, but there is something off about his tone. if didn’t know sanji so well, you would’ve missed it. but that hilt in his voice, it catches your attention almost immediately.

you retract from his arms, staring at him with squinting eyes. “okay, but how can i make it perfect?”

sanji glances down at you, surprised you could read him that well. “nothing gets by you, huh?”

you shake your head with a proud smile, letting him taking a sharp drag from his cigarette. this was an obvious tell-tale sign that he’s either stressed or embarrassed but you’re unsure.

the puff of smoke fills the air, nearly making you choke as he fans it away.

“sorry, my sweet.” he dryly chuckles, stubbing out the cigarette in the ash tray you left out here for him. “i just thought things would be different by now,” he mutters, the railing creaking under his body weight as he leans against it.

you lean too, close enough to him that it gives him butterflies, but far away enough that neither of you needs to move.

you’re even more curious now but you attempt not to overthink the conversation. “different how?”

he takes an even bigger drag once again, nervously tapping his fingers against the metal. “just, you know, by now i thought i’d—that i wouldn’t be—” the words are getting trapped in his throat, which was rare for him.

you place a comforting hand on his arm, “you can talk to me, sanji. don’t worry.”

his eyes are so soft and sad when he looks over at you, a gentle but defeated smile tugging at his lips.

“okay, but just…don’t laugh at me, okay?”

you nod your head in response before he glances off into the distance.

“i just thought by now i would have lost my virg—” he stops himself mid-sentence with a deep sigh, but it's enough for you to conclude what he was going to say on your own.

your jaw drops slightly, a soft oh escaping your lips before you could stop it.

he nods softly. “you can laugh at me, it’s okay. i know it’s pathetic,” he replies, slouching over the railing, hiding behind his blond fringe.

you shake your head harshly, though he isn’t even looking in your direction. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it in that way! i’m just surprised…i guess.”

you hug his side, which he accepts with an arm around you. “what happened with that girl you were seeing?” just bringing her up puts a nasty taste in your mouth, but you blame the tequila instead of anything else.

“she broke up with me before we could get to that part. i’ve never gone farther than first base with a girl before,” he admits, covering his eyes with his free hand.

“sanji,” you trail off, more surprised than anything else. his confidence and sheer charisma were enough to convince you that his body count was in the double digits.

“even that stupid mosshead has slept with people before and i’m the only loser in our whole the friend group who hasn’t,” he sighs, never failing to make unnecessary jabs at your other friend. “what’s the matter with me? he mutters under his breath.

you’ve never seen him so sad, and with sanji, that was saying something. it hurt your heart knowing he thought so poorly of himself when he was so wonderful.

“no, sanji,” you cup his face between your hands, forcing him to look at you, “nothing is wrong with you,” you assert, attempting to sound as stern as you could despite the alcohol in your system.

“but i— “

“just stop it! you’re so amazing, sanji.” you start, his eyes widening. “you’re so kind, and smart, and handsome. any girl would be so lucky— “

you’re interrupted when sanji lunges toward you, his lips clumsily landing on yours. his lips burn, a combination of his nicotine and the tequila. he’s moving so curiously, cautiously, like he knows he shouldn’t be doing this.

you’re taken aback as you release your grip on him, and he claims his on you. his hands reach out to cup your face, but before they get to hold you, you grab onto them and pull away.

both your eyes are wide in shock before sanji begins to sputter out a string of apologies. “i—i’m so sorry y/n. shit, i don’t know what came over me” he rambles on, immediately concerned as he waits for a reaction from you.

but you’re too busy reeling from the electricity of the kiss you two just shared. the touch, his warmth, that was so familiar, and it was just sanji after all, your best friend—sanji. but the fireworks that spread throughout your whole body, that was new and so terrifying to feel for him.

as sanji sits in his own embarrassment, exacerbated by all the alcohol he’s consumed tonight, he can’t even look you in the eyes. but as you stand there, lips buzzing, you draw sanji towards you, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“just shut up,” you mumble against his lips before connecting them together again.

you didn’t know what you were doing, inhibited by the alcohol and the undeniable chemistry that was ricocheting between you two. your lips move against his so naturally, turning your head so that he can get better access.

sanji’s hands clutch your body close to his, caressing your cheeks as he whimpers against your mouth.

it was so…irresistible. the feelings you had for sanji were nothing short of platonic, until now. suddenly, his lips were so soft, inviting almost. in this moment, you don’t understand how this could have escaped you for so long.

his hands roam up and down your body before holding your cheeks, his mouth parting slightly, his breath quivering as soon as you pull at his hair.

“shit,” he sighs, moving his lips along your jaw, then slowly down your neck.

this is the alcohol, you think to yourself, unable to think straight as sanji places warm, wet kisses against your skin. it makes your eyes shut in sheer pleasure, the way he handled you had your core tightening.

“fuck, sanji, unbutton your pants,” you whisper in his ear.

he pulls from you, his eyes lustful yet surprised at your words. you chuckle to yourself, reattaching your lips with a hand wrapping around his neck and the other reaching down to unzip him.

immediately, you can feel his outline through his boxers. they’re wet, surely due to his leaking precum.

just as you’re about to reach into them, the patio door jostles open. both of you jump as an extremely drunk nami appears. “okay, i need help bringing out the cake,” she hiccups.

you glance back at sanji, 100% sure his heart was beating as hard as yours, distracting nami so he can get himself together. she’s too intoxicated to notice anything that just transpired, whisking you back into the apartment.

sanji’s close behind once he’s gained his composure, everyone cheering as they see him.

the next few hours are a bit of blur. you remember sanji blowing out his candles, all his friends celebrating him and drinking enough to make an alcoholic throw up. you remained dazed throughout the whole party, enamored by alcohol and sanji alike, continuously catching his eye the rest of the night.

when it reaches 1:30, most of the party had gone home, leaving the usual stragglers. the boys were asleep on the couch, luffy’s head in the chip bowl and you wave off to nami who was leaving with vivi. that left only you and the birthday boy awake.

sanji had not escaped your mind all night, making it your mission to complete this unfinished business. you couldn’t name what was coursing through your veins right now, but it was new, unbearable, and it had your whole body tingly all night long.

opening your closed bedroom door, you notice your bathroom light on and door slightly ajar. there’s that tingling feeling again, you can sense what’s behind the door before you even reach it.

“sanji?” you question before you hear a wet, slapping sound. your heart drops, a lump catching in your throat as you push the door open.

sanji stands before you, leaning against the bathroom wall, pants lowered around his thighs. his hand is fisting his cock, his head slung back as he keeps hot, heavy eye contact with you.

you’re frozen in place for a second, nothing like your usual confident disposition before you snap back into it. your legs are like jelly when they carry you over to him, hurriedly pressing your lips to his.

without thinking, your hand rushes down gripping onto him. an instant, almost instinctual whine leaves his lips as you fluidly tug. he’s skinnier than you thought he’d be and longer than you previously imagined. he’s heavy in your hand, pulsing at the new sensation.

your core tightens, it feels so natural to have him your hands, as if you were meant to. it’s overwhelming.

“come on, pretty boy,” you mumble against his lips, stepping back as you take him to your bed. with lips still connected to his, you push him back onto the bed. his expression is full of lust, his eyes much darker than you’ve ever seen and it pulls a deep sigh from your lungs.

you eagerly rip his shirt off over his head, admiring his every inch of his defined abs. sanji’s quick to remove your shirt too, eyes practically bursting out of his head as he gets a good look at the lace bra you had worn for the occasion.

without thinking sanji throws himself into your chest, hands cupping both sides of your breasts, nearly suffocating himself in your skin. a lewd groan escapes him as you feel his dick throbbing between your bodies. too infatuated with your soft skin to think clearly, his lips begin to kiss all over your chest, praising your beauty. “so fucking pretty,” he whispers against you.

you giggle, tossing your head back as you roll your hips against his erection. the friction of your bodies is enough to make him seethe.

“it’s about you today, sanji,” you tell him, gripping onto his blond hair and tugging just enough to make him release your tits from his grasp.

“but—” you interrupt him with a harsh kiss. even though you’re more than excited to know what he’s capable of, you’re even more eager to give him exactly what he wanted for his birthday. and like the good boy sanji is, he gives in. your lips are far too unimaginable for him to disobey you.

sanji watches with wide blown pupils as you get down on your knees, kneeling over the side of the bed sitting between his legs.

you watch his adam’s apple bob, surely from the nerves of seeing you in such an intimate position he’s had many fantasies about before. though, as much as sanji’s imagined this moment and the thought of savoring every inch of your body, he knows he wouldn’t last long like this. he was already on the cusp of an orgasm just imagining what you would do to him.

your hands grasp onto his thighs pulling him back to reality, his tight muscles flexing under your fingers. “relax,” you whisper, kissing his abdomen, his thighs, then dragging your tongue up his cock.

despite your advice, sanji is doing anything but relaxing. every single one of your touches overstimulates him, his eyes unable to peel away from your face. almost in disbelief, he shakily reaches for your cheek, cupping your face as you slowly taking him in your mouth as you make the filthiest eye contact with him.

this scene was beyond his wildest imagination, watching your head bob in a rhythm he could barely keep up with. sanji can only let out short, gasping breaths, the pleasure ricocheting from his stomach throughout his whole body.

the way your tongue wraps around his base, trailing back up to the tip, kissing just where his slit is, has his breathing turning more panicked. then, as if on cue, you back up slightly, giving sanji a perfect view of your exposed chest, sitting so perky in the bra he had once been fawning over. a small trickle of blood falls from his nose, which you’ve only seen happen once or twice.

“i, shit, i can’t--” he whines out, grasping onto your cheeks with his thumb and pointer finger. “i need you, please” he begs, pulling you back up to his lips. you find yourself flattered, greedily making out with him as he wraps a tight arm around your waist. 

a hand trails down, pulling your panties off and grabbing a handful of your ass. sanji lifts you, spreading your legs with his fingers trailing between your folds. you’re practically dripping onto him, a soft mewl leaving your lips. “shit,” he whispers in a shaky breath. 

but you’re too eager to let him admire you, at least for now. you guide him to you, sinking down on him slowly, not so much for him, but for you. you can feel yourself being filled much more than you thought you would.

sanji’s whimpering against your mouth, brows clutching together in pleasure as he buries his face into your neck. his hands tremble against your skin, rapidly, crazily grasping onto you as his whines persist as you rock your body on top of his.

he’s a complete mess when he hears you moan into his ear, like something shifts within him as he slaps his hips upward into yours. you can feel him in your cervix, the harsh pain turns into pleasure fast and you too cannot contain yourself. you almost forget this is first time doing this.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whines, his hand keeping your ass down so he can get to that spongy spot that has your nails clawing at his chest. sanji starts to pick up speed, but he’s lazy, haphazard, most likely from the alcohol impairment or the reality of the situation. he couldn’t exactly tell right now.

sanji’s cock is filling you in delicious thrusts you couldn’t have ever predicted, it leaves you loudly moaning in his ear, which only encourages him further.

the way you sound…it’s heavenly. he knows he won’t last much longer.

when you start praising his name, sanji can feel his heartbeat stop in its tracks. “y/n, i’m—”

as if on cue you rock your hips harshly, dragging them up in a synchronized motion. a guttural moan escapes sanji as he can feel you begin to clench around him. it makes him choke, his eyes dragging to the back of his head as he swiftly pulls out. long, thick, warm ropes of cum paint both of your bodies for several seconds after.

the air in the room is hot, but it feels strangely natural. you can feel your own cum drip between your legs onto sanji’s. both of you attempt to catch your breath, but sanji’s too fixated on kissing you that you don’t get a chance to.

his lips, bruised and swallow, kiss yours with a passion that is anything but lust. one of his hands keeps you close to his body, the other cradles the back of your head. his lips follow yours, his smile wide as you start to laugh.

“does it feel that good every time?” he asks, watching you with soft eyes as you lay down on his chest.

you chuckle, shaking your head. “not usually. that was pretty good for your first time,” you admit.

his smile is bright, cheeks dusted with pink, as he brushes his hand through his blond hair.

“anything i can do better next time?” you can hear the quiver in his tone, clearly hesitant but hopeful there will be a next time.

“yeah, i think i can show you a thing or two next time.”

[seaborgium-dazies]

its cum-plicated~ mdni

where the mha boys prefer to finish cw: all things cum; praise and degradation mentioned, f!reader a/n: it may or may not have been a month, tell me you missed me 🌊: izuku, bakugo, sero, denki, shoto

kofi / masterlist

deku:

He's thrusting in and out of your sloppy pussy, wet squelching turning the raunchiness to the maximum. Deku is rubbing your clit as his cock drags along your gummy walls, ready to spasm around him.

He fuels your pleasure with the filthiest praise he can imagine and with one particularly delicious thrust you come around him. Your walls tighten and he fucks you through the waves of pleasure before slowly pulling out and letting his cum shoot out directly onto your pussylips.

The white substance runs down your sensitive slit and to make matters worse he starts massaging it onto and into your pussy with his tip.

bakguo:

Bakugo was slapping your ass every so often, mesmerized by the way the fat of it jiggled with every forceful thrust of his hips against yours. Your needy moans melted together with his, presenting an unholy soundscape.

With every move his balls slapped against your clit, making you moan out his name. The way your bodies rubbed against each other truly scratched an itch nothing else could.

Soon enough your orgasm tore through you like a hurricane, bakugos hands coming up to your boobs to twist your nipples. When your arms gave out under you and you collapsed onto the bed he pulled his cock out and let the white waves of pleasure roll onto the slightly red skin of your ass with a perfect moan.

sero:

Seros filthy words weren't even registering anymore, you were too fucked out to try to understand what he was saying. Still you opened your heavy eyelids to look at seros blissed out expression as he pulled his dick out of you.

He stroked his cock a few times before his release painted your thick thighs white. An angelic moan accompanied the nasty scene unraveling in front of you and sero couldn't stop himself from spreading his cum against your thigh with his dick.

denki:

Denki's cock is thrusting in and out of your warm hole vigorously, his climax approaching steadily. You're straddling him, alternating between bouncing on his dick and grinding against him.

You know denkis body well enough to read the signs of his approaching peak correctly: incoherent sentences, an unsteady rhythm and the desperate attempt to get you off of him.

You decide to let him indulge, watching intently as he slaps his cock against your soft boobs, rubbing his angry red tip against your nipple until the white coats your perky breasts.

shoto:

Shoto carried you through your violent orgasm with his signature grunts, each one more desperate than the last one.

He fucked you through your orgasm so good all you could do was claw at his hand, pulling him closer towards you. Because even if he started the tradition by asking, by now it was so hot to you you couldn't not do it.

Shoto pulled out of you, and when he saw your open mouth, awaiting tongue, he could've cum before he even got to feel it. Instead you wrapped your lips around his hard cock, swallowing every drop of cum he released into your mouth

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[seaborgium-dazies]

Hear me out... Hawks.. But nesting. Like it doesn't even have to be smut (although that be cool too). Hes just acting on pure bird instinct, he just looks at reader and just nests them and I'm talking NESTS, like feathers, pillows, blankets heck maybe even a few twigs in there if we want to be realistic ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ I just love Hawks... Also could it be chubby!reader? (if not that's COMPLETELY fine I understand that!)

Feathered and Yours

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

SUMMARY You weren’t expecting to come home to a room full of feathers, pillows, and your clothes draped in the shape of a very real nest—but what surprises you more is just how serious Hawks is about it.

CONTENT WARNINGS Intense fluff, body love, comfort, feather nesting, reader insecurity (mild, fleeting), Hawks being clingy and gentle, feather preening

AUTHORS NOTE feral bird hawks will seriously never not do it for me. I LOVE HIM SM

You were supposed to be gone another two hours. The training center had run late, but your part wrapped up early. You’d sent a text to Hawks—Keigo—to let him know you were coming back to his place, but he hadn’t responded.

Which wasn’t weird, exactly. He was a busy hero. Sometimes he missed texts. Sometimes he forgot to charge his phone. Sometimes he was asleep upside-down on the couch like an exhausted bird with a day off.

So you didn’t expect anything when you stepped into the apartment.

But the second the door opened, you felt it. Whatever "it" was.

Warm air, feathers in the air, and a strange hush that felt… sacred.

"Kei?" you called softly.

Silence. Then a flutter. A rustle. And—

“Nope! Nope nope nope—DON’T come back here!”

That was his voice. Sharp. Frantic. Unhinged.

You blinked, concern flooding your chest. “Are you okay?”

“No—I mean, yes! Just—don’t look at me yet!”

You were already walking toward the bedroom. “Keigo, what’s going on—?”

Then you stopped.

Dead in your tracks.

And blinked.

Because your boyfriend—Pro Hero Hawks, the nation’s #2 hero and reigning heartthrob of the century—was sitting in the middle of a nest.

A very large, very real, very intentional nest.

Made entirely of pillows. Blankets. His feathers. Your sweaters. His hoodies. Three of your shirts. A sweatshirt you hadn’t seen in months. And more pillows. And—oh god—was that your favorite fuzzy robe!?

He froze, staring at you like a criminal caught in the act.

“…It’s not what it looks like.”

You blinked again. “Keigo.”

“It’s not!”

“You’ve constructed a nest. With, like, nesting materials.”

He puffed up defensively. “They were available.”

“My robe was on the hanger.”

“You weren’t using it!”

You stepped further into the room, your gaze darting around the mess—no, not a mess. It was… cozy. The air was warm and smelled faintly like your detergent, and the whole space seemed to pulse gently with comfort.

Keigo looked feral. Wings slightly puffed, cheeks flushed, hair sticking up like he'd been rolling in the blankets.

You took another step closer, eyes softening.

"…Baby, what is this?"

His shoulders sagged a little.

"…I dunno,” he mumbled. “It just… happened.”

You raised a brow.

“I was thinking about you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “And how you always look so soft and warm in my shirts. And how good your perfume smells. And how sometimes I don’t sleep right unless you’re here.”

You didn’t say anything. Just watched.

He looked up at you again—less embarrassed now, more… vulnerable.

“And then I kind of just… started pulling things. Blankets. Pillows. Anything that smelled like you. Anything that reminded me of how it feels when you curl up in my arms.”

He shrugged, wings twitching. “Next thing I knew, I’d made this. And I didn’t wanna leave it. Because it felt like you.”

Your chest squeezed.

You knelt slowly at the edge of the nest, reaching out to run your fingers through the soft down feathers lining the center.

“It’s warm.”

“It’s supposed to be,” he said. “Warm enough for you.”

You looked at him. “You made this… for me?”

“I made it around you,” he corrected, quietly. “Like… I think my instincts took over or something. You weren’t here, and I just needed to… wrap you in comfort. In safety. Like you deserve.”

You felt a wave of emotion rise in your throat.

You weren’t used to being treated like this. Like someone’s softness wasn’t a flaw. Like your curves weren’t a joke. Like being chubby didn’t mean hiding in oversized clothes or apologizing with your eyes before you even walked into a room.

But Keigo looked at you like you were something divine. Like your softness was holy. Like your body—your real, beautiful body—was his favorite place in the entire world.

You brushed your fingers against his wing. “Can I come in?”

He blinked. “What?”

You smiled. “You built it for me, right?”

A moment of stunned silence.

Then his face cracked into the most radiant smile you'd ever seen.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah. C’mere.”

He opened his arms and you crawled in. Slowly, gently. He arranged the blankets around you like you were a treasure he didn’t want the world to see. You sank into the warmth—soft, plush, feathered and thick with everything that felt like him.

You curled into him and he pulled you close, one hand spreading across the plush curve of your side like it was meant to be there. His fingers sank into your softness like he belonged there, like this was his home.

“I love the way you feel,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So soft. So warm. Like my wings relax just from holding you.”

You flushed, heart pounding.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your temple, then your shoulder.

“I know you get self-conscious sometimes,” he whispered. “But I wish you could feel what I feel when I touch you.”

His fingers trailed down your arm, reverent.

“When I bury my face in your tummy and you laugh,” he continued. “When you wear my shirts and they cling to your thighs and I have to resist the urge to fly you straight to bed.”

You laughed, embarrassed.

“I’m serious,” he said, brushing his nose against your cheek. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You buried your face in his chest, overwhelmed.

He chuckled and held you tighter. “No hiding in the nest, sweetheart.”

You looked up at him. “I’m not hiding.”

He smiled. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”

[seaborgium-dazies]

Hey. I think I hate you.

[seaborgium-dazies]

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-𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 🌸 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 , 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐇𝐢𝐢, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲! 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝.

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A fun friday night was what you signed up for, and by god were you getting it just not exactly the way you'd intended. 

What you'd intended to do was go to the club opening your friends had been raving on about for weeks, get a few drinks, dance, and get home unscathed. Hell maybe even flirt with a guy or two cause who's gonna stop you.

What you hadn't intended to do was end up talking up Japan's savior while sitting at the bar, very successfully you might add. At least if the way his neck flushed pink all the way down to the collar bones you could see peaking from his slightly unbuttoned shirt, or from the way he’d taken over your tab like it was nothing.

The biggest give away however was probably how you had managed to end up pressed against the wall of the bathroom dressing riding dangerously high on your thighs with Izuku’s knee slotted between them as his mouth trailed your neck. A soft moan drawn from your lips as you feel him nip softly at the sensitive skin.

You decided to forego getting rid of his shirt in the moment instead your fingers find the latch of his belt, undoing it quickly before popping the button and sliding his fly down just enough so you could wrap a hand around his hard on above his boxers. And instead of the raspy moan you were expecting, what escapes is a strangled whine you can tell he tried to swallow to no avail.The sound shoots straight to your core and you can feel yourself flutter around nothing.

“Mmph fuck, sorry its been a while.” Bashfulness drips from his voice, pulling back slightly too look you in the eye.

“S’okay, don't apologize.” Izuku doesn't have the time to overthink how embarrassed he should be when you're surging forwards to capture his lips in a kiss filled with a mix of hunger and desperation. He reciprocates with just as much if not tenfold, teeth dragging across your bottom, and when you offer another subtle but firm tug of his cock through his boxers he shudders in response.

He’s also immediately met with the issue of making sure his hips don't buckle when you fish him out of his boxers and pump his length. Using the accumulating slick leaking from his tip to guide your movements. Giving up all together on staying cognizant enough to kiss you back and instead burying his face in your shoulder as his hips begin to rut forward, lip pulled between his teeth as he tries his hardest to fight the pithy moans that threaten to leak from his mouth.

You on the other hand are finding an immense amount of pleasure in having one of the strongest men in the world turn to putty in your hands, hand more like. With his knee pressed perfectly against your clothed cunt, it's practically impossible to stop your hips from rolling against the thick fabric of his jeans.

“Feels good?” You tilt your face, leaving your lips adjacent to the shell of his ear as you ask the question. The sound of it has a shiver shooting down Izuku’s spine as he nods helplessly against your neck. “Nuh uh, I wanna hear.”

“Ohngg, feels so good. So-so fucking good “ Izuku’s voice is pitchy and uneven as he responds, whimper filled with a desperate gravel as he answers you. He’d usually find it in him to hold onto his pride a little longer but with how you tear his tip with your tongue and the way you sound just a little smug gives him no reason to try. 

Your hips stutter as you grind against him at his tone of voice, revelling at how absolutely wrecked he sounds. Letting out a moan of your own, your hand tightens around his length as you speed up.

“Oh fuck” His voice catches as he lets out the most pitiful whimper either of you have ever heard in your life, “ just like that , you feel so good, ohmygod.” He rambles against you and you can feel his muscles grow tighter with every second until he's jerking his hips back and freeing his hands from their place on your hips to pull your hand off him. Breath ragged as he does so and you find his eyes confused.

“What happened-”

“Don’t wanna cum yet, I wanna make you feel good too. “ He’s rushing the words out quickly as he presses forward for a quick but desperate and messy kiss. “Let me make you feel good please, please.” It should not be this easy to have Izuku begging for you and with how good he sounds you never want him to stop but by god if the glazed look in his eyes doesn't have you nodding along with a murmured permission as you hike your dress up high and he's sliding your panties to the side. Two thick digits slide between your folds before pushing in slowly but sure. 

“Oh my- Izuku.” You throw your head back against the wall, hands coming to grip his shoulders as your jaw drops into a silent moan. His fingers make quick work of scissoring you open and curling just right against your sweet spot. Izuku tries to be a gentleman about this, despite the way he's fighting to keep himself from humping your hip, he does want this to also be about you. His thumb finds your clit effortlessly and the way you chase the frictions mindlessly is praise enough on its own to have him letting off breathy groans. Motions confident and practiced enough to have you nearing peak within a few minutes, along with the over sensitivity you’d created by rutting against his leg.

“Close, hnngh right there, feels so good, you're doing so good, i'm gonna-” Pitchy moans of encouragement spew from your lips as you chase your high, Izuku following with his own that push you hurtling towards that edge.

“ Please, c'mon pretty girl. I wanna watch please, wanna watch you come all over my fingers.” The way he sounds just as wrecked plus the added pleasure of him curling his fingers firm against you has you coming undone in an instant. Walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers as your thighs snap closed around his wrist as he continues to help you ride your high. Chest heavining as the feeling fades, but you have no time to bask in the after glow with the way his lips smash into yours like its a breath of fresh air. 

Izuku is holding on by the hair a thread as he consumes the surprised gasp that leaves your lips. Fingers exiting you to grip his heavy cock, spreading your slick up and down his length a few times as his tongue explores your mouth.

“Wanna be inside you, baby. Pretty please baby, I'll be so good for ya ‘promise.” He whines the pleas into your mouth, uncaring for how needy he might sound. And when he receives the enthusiastic yes he's looking for he's quick to nudge open your legs and line himself up with your entrance. “Oh my god-” Izuku’s voice breaks as he bottoms out as far as he can in this position. Leaving a movement for you to adjust and for him to stop himself from coming right there. 

Head hung and pressed against your shoulder as he tries to work himself off that edge when one of your hands cups his jaw and guides him to look at you. He can feel something flicker in his chest with the way you look at him like a woman starved.

“Said you were gonna be good for me, ‘Zuku.” You murmur low and soft, “Gotta be good and fuck me like you mean it then.” 

Something snaps inside of him, because god doesnt he want to be good for you. One of his hands comes to hook the inside of your knee to his left, lifting and spreading you open for him as his other keeps you stable at your hip before he’s pulling back and snapping his hips forward hard. The pace he sets is brutal and anamistic but the pleasure that shoots through you is more than worth whatever ache it might leave. A high keen leaving your mouth as he watches your face, analytic with a mix of adoration.

“Oh god-”

“Feels good? Tell me it feels good, pretty. Please, wanna be good. Wanna hear it.” His voice is raw with pleasure and the fact that the man expects any cognisant thought to cross your mind at all with the pace he's set is wild but with the way he watches you waiting you feed his need for praise immediately.

“Feels so f-fucking good. Doing so good for me- shittt- being such a good boy for me right now ‘promise.” As soon as the pet name leaves your mouth a raspy broken whine is pouring from his own. Connecting your lips again as his hips snap forward ruthlessly in search of bringing you both pleasure.

His cock ramming into your soft spot with every jerk of his hips has you seeing stars, already growing close to your second orgasm of the night. Nails digging  into his back against the thin material of his still on shirt. Izuku can feel it too, with the way your leg begins to quiver in his grasp and your walls begin to flutter unevenly, he knows what's coming and he does everything he can to push it further along. Keeping pace as he whispers his encouragement wrapped in pleads into your open mouth.

“Feel it, know you wanna come, i want it too.” “Wanna feel you come on my dick, pretty girl please, I need it so bad.” “ Been a good boy haven't I? Please I wanna feel it.”

His mouth is filthy but it does its job well. Eyes pinching shut as you do everything in your power to stop the loud moan that tries to rip through you, instead ending with a strangled whine as you spasm around his length. Jerking forward in a hopeless attempt to match his relentless thrusts. 

Your orgasm seems to be what’s gonna do him in tonight as well. HIs brows pinch together and hes doing everything he can to let you ride out your high. Waiting until your walls have stopped tightening around him before he's pulling out and spilling against the junction between your pelvis and hip. A pathetically soft whimper falling from his lips as he strokes himself to completion. 

The bathroom is filled with harsh breathing as the both of you try to catch you breaths. THumping music from outside seeping in as the moment settles.

Izuku helps you clean up, making sure you can stand and double checking the both of you look decent before you decide to rejoin the public.

And if you leave  covered in hickies and pro-heros number in your contacts that’s neither here nor there.

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 🌸!!

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How it felt joining the selfship community

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something i’ve kind of noticed with the surfacing of this whole “the best smut is a character study” kind of mindset is the pipeline to a borderline “when i write porn i do it intellectually unlike some of you SICKOS” type of mindset and i just wanted to remind you especially in our current political atmosphere that writing porn doesn’t have to be intellectual to have value. it can be just horny. thanks

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Bakugo who was a crush on you but absolutely no idea how to act around you. He's just not used to this. At all.

He has a lot of experience in proving he's better than others but when it comes to impressing you because he wants to prove that he's worthy of you? It's new to him.

He's not used to wanting to be gentle, not used to needing a step by step tutorial on how to succeed.

He's not used to this pulsing pain when he sees you laughing at someone else's jokes and he'll probably never get used to the dull ache that settles over him when he realizes that he truly stands no chance. That all of his attempts are futile.

Bakugo resigns. He watches you from a safe distance and wishes he was different - wishes that love didn't feel so foreign to him.

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Idk if you have open requests, so feel free to ignore..! I just wanted to see your take on Sanji with a chubby/curvy reader, mayhaps? Js being really infatuated with her body n stuff.. absolutely no pressure at all tho.

HIP-NOTIZE | Sanji Vinsmoke

synopsis: "A Feast for the Eyes" - Sanji

content: smut

The sun’s warm against your skin, the kind of heat that makes you melt into the lounge chair. You’re laying next to Nami and Robin, the three of you stretched out in your swimsuits, glistening from a mix of ocean mist and body oil. It’s peaceful, lazy—until you hear the soft thump of shoes on the deck.

Sanji’s voice calls out, smooth and cheerful. “ And here, I present your orders, as requested.”

He moves with practiced grace, balancing the tray like it’s nothing. He sets Nami’s tangerine smoothie beside her with a wink. Gently places Robin’s iced coffee where her fingers are already waiting.

And then he pauses by you.

Instead of bending and placing it beside your chair, he kneels.

One knee to the deck, posture perfect, golden hair falling just so across his face so beautifully. He holds your glass like it's something precious—like you are.

He leans in, voice soft and close, just for you.

“Your drink, Coconut water, crushed ice, and a splash of mango. Just how you like it.”

You turn your head slowly, catching his eyes beneath your lashes. A lazy, summer-sweet smile curves your lips. "Thank you, Sanji."

The way you say his name—soft and syrupy—makes something in his chest stutter.

He swallows, gaze dipping to the curve of your hips, the way the sunlight kisses your skin. “If you need anything else…” His voice lowers, teasing. “Anything at all, just call for me. I’ll come running.”

Robin glances over the top of her shades with an amused hum. Nami just snorts into her straw.

But you? You sip your drink slowly, smile still lingering.

Time descends.

The sun slips beneath the horizon, leaving a trail of burnt orange and violet in its wake. Lanterns flicker to life across the Sunny’s deck, casting a warm, gentle glow on the ship. Dinner’s long since been served and devoured—laughter still echoes faintly, but the crew has scattered to their corners. Some are already tucked in. Others drift in and out of quiet conversations.

You’re still out on deck, leaned back in that same lounge chair from earlier, a light cover draped across your lap, the night air soft on your skin.

You hear the door creak open behind you. Footsteps again. Slower this time. Familiar.

Sanji.

He’s shed his dinner coat, sleeves rolled up, collar loose. A cigarette glows between his fingers, but it’s barely smoked—like even that takes second place when you’re in view.

He stops beside you. Doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches the way your fingers idly stroke the glass of your now-empty drink, how your legs are still bare and stretched out, moonlight gleaming off your skin.

“Even the moon bows at your feet” he murmurs finally. Voice low. Almost reverent.

You tilt your head back to look at him. “Is that so?”

He smiles, slow and tilted. “I will follow some day, no?”

You laugh, soft. “You’re such a flirt.”

“And you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he counters, as if that’s fact—not flattery.

You watch him a moment. “Everyone else is gone.”

He nods. “They are.”

You shift the cover, pat the empty lounge Infront of you. “Then stay with me, please”

He sits without hesitation.

Like he’d been waiting—hoping—you’d ask. No flourish this time. No dramatic kneel or playful wink. Just the quiet sincerity of a man who wants to be exactly where you are.

The breeze plays with the strands of his hair, tousling them across his brow. He leans forward, elbows on knees, the line of his back curved and relaxed, but there’s a tension in him too—like he’s holding something back. Like you still undo him without even trying.

Your legs stretch out between his, brushing lightly against his shins. He doesn’t move. Just lets it happen.

You shift up slightly on your elbows, the thin cover falling to the side, exposing more of your thigh. The corner of his mouth twitches, gaze flicking down for only a second before snapping back to your eyes.

“Sanji,” you murmur.

"yes" he answers slow, like he had been pondering a thought that he cannot act upon.

You sit up all the way now, close enough that your knees touch his chest, your fingers trailing lightly down his forearm. “You’ve been staring at me all day.”

His breath catches.

“You served everyone drinks, but mine came with a kneel and a whisper.”

“That obvious, huh?” he says, chuckling nervously.

“Mmhmm.” You tilt your head, eyes soft but direct. “Why?”

He looks down at your legs again, then to your face, then away entirely—like he’s trying to school his expression, but the flush creeping up his neck gives him away.

“Because I’m…” he exhales. “Infatuated. Honestly. Completely. You’re you. The way you move, the way you laugh… your body, your mind, your smile—”

You reach forward, take his chin between two fingers, gently coaxing him to look at you.

“Say it.”

His voice drops. “I think about touching you. Constantly.”

You smile slowly. “Where?”

“Everywhere.”

You lean in, your voice like velvet now, thick with amusement and promise. “You’re allowed to.”

His eyes darken, lashes lowering. “If I start, I won’t stop.”

“Good.”

And just like that—his restraint snaps.

He leans in, one hand sliding up your thigh, reverent, fingers spread wide like he’s afraid of missing a single inch of you. His other hand braces beside you, and then his mouth is on yours—hot, deep, slow. Like he’s been starving all day and you’re the only thing that can fill him.

And in the hush of night, with the stars spilling overhead and the scent of sea salt and citrus still lingering in the air, he lets himself finally have what he’s craved.

Your drag your nails over the skin of the nape of his neck. A soft sigh escapes him and he hold onto the chair gazing up into your eyes. His ocean of blue somewhat warm.

Your nails drag slowly at the nape of his neck, and Sanji breathes out a sigh—soft and wrecked. Like the touch alone unraveled something tight inside him.

His hand clenches around the edge of the lounge chair for balance, for control, even as his body leans into yours, caught between reverence and want. Then he looks up at you.

Eyes blue as the deepest part of the sea, but tonight… they’re warm.

No hunger. No urgency. Just you. And the kind of aching softness that threatens to undo you.

He doesn’t speak at first—just watches you. His thumb strokes the curve of your outer thigh in a lazy, absentminded loop, like he can’t stop touching you even when he’s lost in your gaze.

“You always do this to me,” he murmurs eventually, voice low, a little rough at the edges. “One smile. One look. And I forget how to breathe.”

You swallow around the lump forming in your throat, heart suddenly heavier with the weight of his honesty.

“I think I like watching you fall apart,” you say, teasing, but gentle.

He laughs quietly, breath fanning against your lips. “I think I’d let you destroy me.”

You lean in, brushing your nose against his. “That’s dangerous talk, Sanji.”

“I know.” His hand curls around your waist, pulling you flush to him. “But you make danger look like heaven.”

“I know.” His hand curls around your waist, pulling you flush to him. “But you make danger look like heaven.”

Then his lips find your wrist—soft, deliberate.

A kiss.

Then another, trailing slowly upward, like he's following the very path his thoughts have taken all day.

Each press of his mouth is slower than the last, like he's savoring the taste of you—like your skin is the sweetest thing he’s ever been allowed to touch. His fingers brush your arm, steadying it, guiding his next kiss. Then another, just above your elbow. His breath is warm, his lips tender, and his eyes flicker up through his lashes with quiet reverence as he moves higher still.

You skin licks with heat each time. A slow heat rising to your face as he maintains that reaching gaze, as if he ought to reach for your soul.

He reaches your shoulder, and he lingers there—pressing a kiss into the curve, into that soft spot that makes you sigh when his mouth lingers. He doesn’t miss that. He lets out the faintest hum, pleased.

Then, gently, carefully, he slips a finger beneath the strap of your swimsuit. The fabric slides down your arm like it was never meant to be there.

His lips follow its path, reverent.

One kiss just above your breast.

Then lower.

Then lower still, until he’s right there—hovering just above where you ache for him.

He kisses the soft flesh of your chest with an intimacy that makes your breath hitch. Not rushed. Not greedy. Worshipful.

“You’re unreal,” he murmurs into your skin. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

His hand rises to cup your breast, thumb brushing lightly across your nipple. Your body reacts instantly—back arching, a soft sound slipping from your lips before you can stop it.

Sanji’s gaze sharpens at that.

His lips find you again, this time over your nipple, and he kisses it slowly, deeply, as if your pleasure is the most sacred thing he’s ever been given the honor of holding.

His breath was heavy and gaze, hungry. A starving man, he squeezes both sides of your hips "I want to...inside" he whispers

a/n: Hey so I'm starting off a little warm I see requests for days I've already done some of them, and I'm proof reading and so fort, i will be posting a lot so don't be scared to send more, i promise i won't disappear without telling yall, scouts honor.💌😭

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♯ 𝑰︱𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: Katsuki Bakugou (established, toxic) / Izuku Midoriya (comfort, romantic tension)

𝑨/𝑵: Okay so I finally finished my draft anyways I was planning on doing a part ll but I don’t know, anyways if you want a part ll I’ll happily do it.

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: you are stuck in a toxic relationship with Katsuki Bakugou, who constantly neglects you and barely acts like your boyfriend anymore. Despite the emotional pain, you clings to the hope that he’ll change. Meanwhile, Izuku Midoriya quietly supports you from the sidelines—always there, always kind, always treating you with the care you deserves. As you struggle between loyalty to Bakugou and the comfort Midoriya brings, you’re forced to confront what real love feels like—and whether you’re ready to let go of someone who keeps breaking your heart.

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: Toxic relationship behavior (neglect, emotional distance), reader struggling with self-worth, implied emotional abuse (no violence), language, heavy angst, comfort, slow burn feelings with Midoriya, bittersweet ending

“Kacchan, are you coming?”

You waited at the door of the dorms, dressed in your favorite outfit—something he once complimented. Once. He didn’t even glance up from his phone.

“No. I’ve got training.”

“You… said you had today off.”

“Plans changed.”

He didn’t even blink.

You stood there, wilting slowly like a flower in a frost. Your hand dropped from the doorknob, fingers curling into a fist. “We haven’t had a full day together in weeks…”

“Yeah? Not my fuckin’ problem.”

And just like that, Bakugou Katsuki—your boyfriend—walked right past you like you weren’t even there.

You sat on the roof later that night, knees drawn to your chest, jacket pulled tightly around you as wind swept past. Alone. Again.

Until you weren’t.

“Y/N?”

You didn’t even turn at the sound of his voice. You didn’t have to.

Midoriya was the only one who ever came looking.

He approached gently, like always—like if he stepped too hard, you might fall apart completely. And maybe you would’ve.

“Mind if I sit?”

You gave a quiet nod, and he sat down beside you, close enough for comfort, far enough not to make you flinch. He always knew the exact distance.

“Rough day?”

“…He blew me off again.”

He exhaled softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you muttered bitterly, resting your chin on your knees. “It’s my fault for still thinking he’ll show up.”

“Don’t say that.”

“What else is there to say, Izuku?” Your voice cracked, and the tears that threatened finally started to fall. “He barely speaks to me unless I’m in his way, or unless he wants something—and even then, I’m lucky if I get more than a grunt. He forgets dates, brushes me off, gets angry when I ask why he’s distant. I’m so tired…”

You felt Midoriya’s fingers gently brush your sleeve, a silent offer.

You didn’t pull away.

“He’s not supposed to make you feel like this, Y/N.”

“But I love him.”

Midoriya swallowed hard at your words, a soft ache flickering across his face. “I know.”

A long pause.

Then, quieter:

“…But does he love you?”

The days passed in a blur of tension and empty moments.

Katsuki came and went. Sometimes he’d show up with a half-assed “tch” and a gruff “you still mad?” like that was supposed to fix everything.

Sometimes he didn’t show up at all.

Midoriya noticed every bruise you didn’t get in battle—every crack in your voice, every empty seat you sat beside during meals.

He started saving you one.

“You always wait for me now,” you said once, trying to smile through the ache. “Don’t you have better people to sit with?”

“I’m where I want to be,” he answered simply.

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t.

But it stuck with you.

The day Bakugou forgot your anniversary, you didn’t cry.

You just stopped expecting him to care.

You went to the training hall by yourself instead—needed to hit something, anything, and Midoriya happened to be there too. Of course he was. He always was.

You told him it was fine.

He didn’t believe you.

“I could treat you better.”

You froze mid-swing, the punching bag swaying slightly behind you.

He looked like he hadn’t meant to say it—like it slipped out. But once it did, he didn’t back down. His eyes were soft. Honest.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he added quietly. “I just—I needed you to know. If he ever walks away for good… I’ll be here.”

Your breath caught. Because part of you wanted to fall forward right into that warmth, right into the steady arms that never let you down.

But your heart?

It was still somewhere else. Still chained to someone who didn’t hold it carefully. Still hoping Bakugou would come around, apologize, fight for you.

Midoriya gave you a sad smile when you didn’t respond.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ll wait. Even if you never choose me.”

And maybe that was the problem.

Midoriya was everything Bakugou wasn’t. Gentle, thoughtful, selfless to a fault. He never missed your birthdays. Never ignored your texts. Never forgot to ask how you were doing. He listened—really listened—when you talked about things that didn’t matter to anyone else.

He remembered the little things, like how you liked your coffee or that your hands got cold easily. He gave you his scarf without a second thought.

And yet… your heart still twisted at the sight of Bakugou’s back, walking ahead without you.

“Why are you still with him?” Midoriya finally asked one night, voice shaking just a little. “Why do you let him keep hurting you?”

“…Because I keep hoping he’ll remember how to love me.”

You looked down at your lap.

“Because if I let go… it means I wasted all this time believing he could change.”

Izuku didn’t say anything for a long time.

But then he whispered, “Time spent loving someone isn’t wasted… if it teaches you what kind of love you deserve.”

Your eyes met his.

And something cracked.

Bakugou didn’t notice when you stopped texting goodnight.

Didn’t notice when you stopped waiting by his door. When you stopped leaving him little snacks or checking in.

But Midoriya noticed the first time you smiled—really smiled—at breakfast again.

He noticed when you laughed at his stupid joke. When your voice wasn’t so shaky.

He noticed when you sat a little closer to him, just barely brushing his hand with yours.

He didn’t ask for anything more.

But he waited.

He always waited.

You didn’t choose anyone that day. Or the next.

But you started choosing yourself again. Started waking up and not wondering if you were good enough for Katsuki. Started healing.

And maybe… someday, when your heart was finally yours again…

You’d let someone else hold it.

Someone who already knew how.

@𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 ; 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

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The First Touch (Sanji One Piece Request)

Pairing: Sanji (One Piece) x F!Reader

Rating: Smut (Gender neutral pronouns throughout but AFAB for smut purposes and reader is wearing a skirt)

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's Note: I'm having a lot of fun doing my short posts this week, but thank you to the kind readers who let me know they wanted a full length post of Sanji being a mess when he finally gets what he's wanted for so long; you- I hope this is all you imagined! 💘

The First Touch

Before your hands ever caressed his touch-starved skin, it was already the best day of Sanji's life.

First you offered to come explore the markets with him, without him even asking. Then you'd reached for his hand when the cobbled streets had you both stumbling, and didn't stop him from holding it the rest of the day. When a fruit-seller at the market called him your husband you didn't try to correct him, you just smiled and let Sanji repeat the title to each vendor he spoke to after. It was like Sanji was living out a day in the sweetest future fate could gift him, and as he began prepping that evening's meal for the crew he found himself reliving each moment with a smile on his face and an ache in his heart at the question of whether you'd ever let him make this dream his reality.

It hadn't been lost on you; the way he'd beamed at every moment spent in your company, how his hand had clung to yours as if magnetic fields danced on your skin, his hesitation to part from you when the sun had set, even to go back to his kitchen, his favourite place to be.

It had also dawned on you the moment the two of you stepped off the ship together that you were just as thrilled at the thought of a day spent as a pair as Sanji was. And now as you pushed open the heavy door that stood between you and the kitchen your heart hammered at the thought of finally letting your smitten chef know exactly how you feel.

"Mon coeur. I was just thinking of our miraculous day together and how sorrowful I was to be apart." Sanji sighed as you perched on the counter closest to him, taking his time to finish washing and drying his hands before turning to focus solely on you. The words were his usual level of undying adoration, but his usual jubilance was betrayed by the somber tone with which the words slipped from his lips. You beckoned him closer with one finger, trying to read his expression and find the words you'd been looking for all day.

"I had a wonderful day with you too Sanji, so why do you look bluer than the ocean I know you'll find one day?" A smile twitched on his lips at your confidence in his dreams, letting himself be pulled in front of you until he stood practically between your parted knees, drowning in the bittersweet glow of your proximity.

"Because our day is over now, my love. And it was perfect. It was a dream. But I know that's not how you want to spend all your days, not the same way I do. I got to live my best day, but I know it won't ever be real, my sweet." As he spoke his glistening eyes locked onto your fingers, watching them weave between his as they had all day, handling him with a level of care he seldom felt he deserved.

"What if I could make your day even better?" It broke your heart to see how completely Sanji wrote himself off as undeserving of real love, of receiving the kind of devotion that he had showered you with since the day you met. "What if I want to try and make all your days better?" Your second question got his attention, his gaze darting to yours and searching desperately for meaning. You couldn't be saying what he prayed you meant. It wasn't possible that you wanted this like he did. So why were you giving him a warm smile that had his stomach in knots and his whole body melting forwards? Why were you glancing down at his lips the same way he found himself staring at yours whenever you took a bite of one of his meals? Why were you closing the gap between the two of you in a slow, fluid movement that took his breath away entirely?

Your lips met his with the most gentle touch. Not out of uncertainty, but of reverence. All his life Sanji had been forced and shoved in every direction, but the way you kissed him with the delicate care that he craved had him crumbling to pieces against you.

He didn't dare overstep, trying to match your sweet pressure while growing increasingly lightheaded, his hands settling on the marble counter either side of you to keep himself upright. Sensing his hesitance one hand found the end of his tie, pulling him against you with slightly more pressure and giving the chef no choice but to crack a smile into the kiss. Your other hand came to rest at the nape of his neck, fingers combing through his hair with just enough force that Sanji moaned against your lips, his whole body suddenly stiffening upright in shock.

"You make pretty noises, chef." You teased, watching the blood flush to his face as his eyes darted wide, an obvious bulge growing in his trousers. You moved your hands to rest gently on top of his where they were fixed to the counter, rubbing gentle circles as you spoke, "You can touch me if you want? See what noises I make?" You watched him gulp in anticipation, looking almost in shock as he slowly lifted his hands, eyes raking over you as if completely uncertain of his next move.

" I - I don't - " His stammering was cut short by the sound of voices down the hall, only eliciting more panic from the desperate man in front of you, suddenly frozen in indecision of whether he should hold you while he can or flee before he can ruin your offer.

"We'll pick this up later." Your words visibly reassured Sanji, who watched in a state of emotional turmoil as you hopped off your ledge and stepped away to settle at the table before Usopp and Luffy burst through the kitchen doors.

"What are you doing Sanji?!" Luffy bellowed as he entered, startling the already frantic object of your affections.

"Nothing!" He practically spat it back, watching you chuckle at his bedraggled state.

"We're having nothing for dinner?!" Usopp lamented, finally spurring your chef to action once again

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Sanji had never found himself struggling so much in the kitchen before. His every thought was consumed by the taste of your lips, your offer of letting his hands roam across you, the gleam in your eye as said this could be continued. The throbbing between his legs threatened to render him immobile by the time he finally settled around the dining table with the rest of the crew, wishing everyone would eat at Luffy's speed so he could finally get you alone, but equally wishing he had more time to prepare himself for what might happen next. You offered him sly smiles and loaded praise as you ate the meal he'd prepared with you in mind, waiting patiently until everyone had trickled out of the kitchen and left you and Sanji alone at last.

Sanji puts up no resistance as you suggest the dishes can wait until the morning, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bedroom he'd so often fantasised about being invited into. You were deliberate in all your movements, taking your time to lock the door and perch on the desk beside your bed, bringing Sanji's obedient form between your thighs exactly where he had been before you were so cruelly interrupted.

You can see he's already straining against his trousers as you kiss him gently again, his chest rising and falling rapidly like he can't quite catch his breath with you this close.

"Are you nervous Sanji?" You speak so softly he has to lean closer to hear you, nodding his head at the question before finding the nerve to speak.

"I want to be good for you, you deserve someone who makes you feel incredible. You deserve the best and I don't think I'll even be good." His desperate confession through ragged breath only spurs you to want him more, your lips trailing along his neck as you decorate him with praise,

"Oh Sanji, you're always so good for me. I know you'll be perfect. Always so sweet to me." Your hands toy with his belt as you alternate between gentle kisses and even softer words, the man melting against your every touch. When his trousers are undone and you slip your hand inside to finally feel his aching manhood, Sanji has to capture your lips to stifle the sob that rips free of him, salt water streaming from his eyes at how perfect your hand feels wrapped around him, his hips bucking into your touch in desperation before you even start to move. His hands are shaking as they grip the edge of your desk, fighting back the overwhelming tension that's been brewing inside him all evening. You can tell he's struggling to hold himself together from each desperate noise that gets swallowed by your kiss, the usually suave gentleman falling apart entirely as you squeeze your hand around him and start pumping over his length. He's trembling in anticipation as you work him with your hand, brushing your thumb over his glistening tip and watching his whole body jerk at the sensation,

"You're so pretty like this Sanji, I knew you'd be so good for me." The sound of your honey-soaked voice only makes it harder for Sanji to keep control. He knows the way you're looking at him, full of desire, is only going to end this perfect moment too soon, and he's so desperate to touch you but he's sure the moment his white knuckles stopping gripping the table he's going to crash over the edge and let you down with his pathetic desperation. But as you move your hand a little faster, staring down at his twitching hips and licking your lips before speaking against, he knows it's already over, "I'm so lucky that you're all mine." The cry that erupts from him as he finally spills over your hand and his stomach is nothing short of pained, the overwhelming sensation crashing into him all at once and leaving his legs shaking as you keep working him through every shudder of bliss that follows. He's whining and crying and just about the most beautiful sight you have ever seen as he rides out his high, sobs of apology shuddering from his chest as he finally comes back into control of his senses. He's so disappointed in himself for letting the moment get on top of him so quickly that he almost drops to his knees as you look up at him through hungry eyes and ask, "do you still want to touch me Sanji?"

"Please! Yes! Thank you my love. You are too kind to me. What - do I - where?" His mouth is running faster than his brain can match as he thinks about all the time he's spent dreaming of letting his hands explore your supple skin, wiping the remnants of tears from his cheeks before giving you his hands to guide.

You place his right hand gently against your cheek, letting him brush his thumb against you before slowly guiding it lower, naming each sport in your most sincere tone,

"You can touch my face. Or my neck." His fingers embrace each new inch of skin like the honour it is, his own gaze growing more intense as you bring his hand to brush over your arm, and then settle at your waist, Sanji taking the opportunity to drag you closer. "You can touch my legs too," picking up his left hand you bring that to your knee, slowly guiding him higher up your thigh, his hand slipping under your skirt and closer to the core of your growing desire, "and anywhere else you want Sanji. I know you'll make me feel good." You look up at him with wide eyes as his hand skims along your inner thigh, nodding as he pauses just short of your underwear.

"I'll always make you feel good sweetheart." His voice drips with pure devotion as his fingertips brushed against the soaked fabric between your hips, watching your lips part slightly at even the gentle sensation. Each gentle touch elicits a slight twitch of your hips, his nimble fingers quickly hooking under the fabric and pulling it down your legs until it's separated from you entirely, slipped into Sanji's pocket for the next night he might have to spend alone. With your skirt bunched around your hips he can see every glistening part of your entrance, his hands moving much more confidently now your pleasure is his only focus. His fingers trace gentle lines over your slit, gathering your slick and sending warmth through your veins that your own touch could never replicate. One finger slips inside you, earning a sweet moan as his thumb settles on your clit, dancing soft circles over it that have you biting your lip with a needy hum.

The hand that had been gripping your waist starts to skirt over your stomach as a second finger parts your folds, his delicate touch making you squirm with sensitivity. Each soft circle on your clit has you moaning as his fingers curl inside you, and the moment his right fingertips start teasing your nipple his name erupted out of you, dripping with need. You need one hand clinging to his arm, desperately keeping you upright as you feel your thighs tremble, the pressure inside you building, but needing more before you can fall apart around the lovestruck man between your legs. Your free hand came to rest against his length again, the slightest contact making him gasp in his overstimulated state.

"Need more of you Sanji." You plead through your needy moans, feeling him start to react to your touch immediately. "You can get hard again, can't you? For me." Sweet, lovestruck Sanji's head is spinning as he tries to spit out the words, any words, to keep you looking at him like you are right now.

"Of course. Anything for you. Always for you. I belong to you." Torn between chasing your every touch with his hips and pulling away from the overwhelming sensation, his whole body on fire as your fingers wrap around him guide him between your thighs. "Are you sure?" Sanji asks with wide, tearfilled eyes, his hands still kneading at your chest and teasing your clit as you nod your head,

"Yes Sanji, please! I need you." In even his sweetest dreams, Sanji had never imagined seeing you like this, pleading for his dick, trembling on the edge of climax and chasing his lips like they were sweeter than the best desserts he'd ever placed in front of you. He was almost grateful you'd already ruined him once, feeling far more in control as he thrust himself into you, feeling you almost immediately coming undone as you started to clench around him. The stretch of having him fully sheathed inside you while his delicate touches kissed your most sensitive spots has you crashing over the edge as he starts to rut his hips against you, your thighs trying to clamp shut in overwhelming ecstasy but forced apart by his muscular body.

"You're so perfect my love. You feel sublime around me. You are the greatest treasure these oceans have to offer." Praise spills from Sanji as you come undone at his touch, his hips slamming into you with a force that had the desk beneath you creaking and straining. Sanji wants to watch you ride out your high forever, desperate to bring you as much pleasure as you brought him. He feels stifled by the fabric still clinging to his thighs, finally taking his eyes off you for just long enough to glimpse the bed behind you and seeing all his dreams play out in front of him. He can almost feel himself fall apart at the whine you let out as his fingers part from your sensitive clit, quickly grabbing onto the flesh of your thighs and heaving you off the desk with himself still buried inside you.

"Hold on my paramour." He begs as he strides to the edge of your bed, laying you down and reluctantly parting your bodies just long enough for him to rip off the fabric that separates his skin from yours. Finally free from anything that can keep him from you, Sanji is on top of you again, his hips forcefully rocking against yours as his mouth greedily explores every newly exposed inch of you. His tongue laps at your nipples as his hand finds its place between your legs again, rendering you unable to say anything but his sweet name over and over again as the sensation becomes too much. From on top of you Sanji can plunge himself even deeper inside you, fucking you like a man who'd thought of this day for as long as he could remember. He can feel you start to react to his fingers again, your thighs shaking and your eyes struggling to stay fixed on his as the most beautiful noises slip from your lips.

"I promise I will make you feel like this any time you desire my love. I'll make you feel even better. Please let me make you feel good." You can see tears start to decorate his cheeks again as his own climax caught up with him, the first clench of your walls around him sending your lover boy tumbling over the edge with a whine that must have woken up half the ship. You can feel every heavy release from him spilling inside you and drawing out your own pleasure until you are struggling not to squirm away from his still hungry lips, every nerve in your body stimulated to its limit by his thorough exploration. Eventually you drag his lips to meet yours, leaving his now soft manhood still resting inside you, Sanji doing everything he could to keep him there for as long as he could, knowing he'd never let a drop of himself leak out of you if you'll let him.

He'll look like such a mess as you brush tangled golden locks out of his eyes, his face flushed with tears and bliss, his lips chasing yours without a need for oxygen, only you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bring your forehead to rest against his, drawing in a deep breath before breaking out into a smile that almost had Sanji worried for his sanity,

"Do you think we can have an even better day tomorrow?" You were going to be the death of him. And he was going to go willingly.

I hope you enjoyed this Sanji fic, and check out my One Piece Masterlist for more 💞

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deku's tongue is down my throat rn

oh fr?

[seaborgium-dazies]

saw the tweet and knew what needed to be done ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

my ig ₊˚⊹

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can't stay forever, time to get away

your mha bf comforts u about your bad vacation experience

cw: pet names (pretty girl, baby), comfort, fluff, established rs

🌊: deku, bakugo, denki

deku:

bakugo:

Denki:

kofi / masterlist

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Hi! This isn’t an emergency per se request but it’s like, hey this is happening right now. Anyway, could you do a smau for the Mha boys of them getting a text from their partner who’s on vacation saying that they’re so genuinely uncomfortable that they wanna cry. Everyone around me is like drunk and won’t let me sleep and I have to share a bed with my mom who I am not comfortable with, it’s insane

I'm sorry you have to put up with that Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò :( I whipped something up for u here! I did 3 characters bc I wanted to get it to u fast, hope I did ur fav! I hope it makes u feel a little bit better!!! Stay strong! (/⁠^⁠-⁠^⁠(⁠^⁠ ⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠/

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no thots just fuckboy hawks giving virgin!reader a literal religious experience

I just posted a fic inspired by this hehe! Enjoy! :>>>>>

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workplace benefits~ mdni

Hawks has a reputation as a womanizer and it seems as if you weren't immune to his schtick either aka fuckboy!hawks gives virgin! reader a religious experience. requested by anon. cw: f!reader, public sex (workplace), oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk, sleezy! hawks, slight jealousy a/n: I want hawks to tongue fuck me send tweet. wc: 1.5k

kofi / masterlist

Hawks' reputation as a lady killer precedes him and after seeing Keigo in Action more times than you can count, you can only agree with the title bestowed upon him. He tries to woo anyone from fangirls, to waitresses, to his superiors - you experience it all first hand.

And even worse than to just experience it, you were basically an accomplice. As his secretary you had to carry out all of his wishes and see to the realization of his excessive romance endeavors.

Not only did you have to see the giant bouquets of flowers he sent other women, you had to call the florist to commission them. Not only did you see him shower other girls with expensive wine and chocolates, you had to pair them and ship them out.

This was your cross to bear as Keigos right hand man.

The job description basically included being secretive, not letting any of his business reach the tabloids and to remain professional no matter what he throws at you.

And as much as you wanted to be the one gripping at his chiseled back for support as he railed you through the night, you got paid more than adequately to deal with the pain of never realizing that desire.

So you knew about his preferences. Quick, dirty and with no strings attached. The daydreams of him having his way with you soon slipped into the back of your mind while you sent roses to his fuck buddies.

You knew that you didn't really fit into his type and maybe management hired you exactly for that reason. Maybe they somehow sensed that you're a virgin, who knows.

What you didn't know is that while Keigo truly did have a past of endless orgasm-crowned nights, lately he had his eyes set.

But no matter how shiny and fluffy he preened his wings to be, no matter how many flirty remarks he shot your way or how many times he undressed you with his eyes, you seemed to be immune to his charms.

You just looked at him all grumpy, shamed him for his inappropriate comments and tried to hide the blush that crept onto your face regardless of the words that left your lips.

So keigos bird brain came up with a fool proof plan. He would continue swooning over other women in front of you to show you how well he would treat you if you were to be his girl. He would swoon about the things he allegedy did and how he made these women feel in front of you, but not directly to you. He would let you see all the gifts he got these women and in his mind you would naturally arrive at the conclusion that being with him was so awesome you'd try it for yourself.

Little did he know that it only made you way more mad at him and more pissed that you wanted his attention, that you craved his touch.

You weren't immune to his charms. Your pussy fluttered when he winked at you and your loins tingled when the swing of his wings moved a slight wind against your face.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The moon mixed its pale light with the lively night lights of the city as you were finishing something up in your office. The words on your screen were starting to blur so you tried to rub the exhaustion out of your eyes with a groan.

You let your eyes relax and gaze over the tall buildings outside of your office walls. The incidents of the day passed through you like wicked reminders of your untamed lust.

Earlier today, as the harsh sun had warmed your back you had seen Hawks talking on the phone. His sleezy smile suggested that he was talking to one of his many partners and when he palmed his bulge through his pants it sealed the deal.

Your gaze had been glued to him, you were pissed and as if he had sensed your angry stare through the countless glass walls that separated you, he looked at you before he shot you a wink.

You had ignored him after that, clacking away on your keyboard and puffing up your cheeks, but now that you were alone you indulged in the lust that coursed through your veins.

You were alone anyway and you probably wouldn't be able to focus on that document if you didn't do anything about the ache between your thighs.

With a defeated sigh you spread your legs, pushed up your skirt and started playing with yourself. You started circling your clit, your fingers soon plunging in and out of your velvety walls. Your eyes clenched shut as you focused on finding that sweet release and clearing your mind of this inappropriate lust.

It was proving to be way more difficult than imagined and with every desperate move of your hand against your swollen pussy you filled the room with lewd squelching.

"Need some help?"

Keigos deep voice tore you from your lust induced haze. His sultry, sly tone made your clit twitch violently. Words were wiped from your mind and as you tried to comprehend the embarrassment and panic welling up in your chest.

Hawks really caught you with two fingers stuffed in your needy pussy. Your panicked breathing was approaching hyperventilation as he came closer.

"I always thought you were a horny little thing, but to do it at work? I didn't have you pegged as that risky.."

His tone was light and playful as he walked even closer, his wing dangerously close to touching your exposed thigh. A moan slipped past your lips at the feather light touch, betraying your real feelings for Keigo.

"Although it looks like you could use some help, hmm? What do you say? Need Hawks to take care of that pussy?"

His filthy words turned you to mush, failing to function properly, and although he was already about to crouch down he asked again.

"You need my help, don't you?"

Your answer was so breathless it almost didn't come out, still your eager demeanor made hawks chuckle.

The city lights shone through the glass panels, illuminating his face in a beautiful glow as he knelt down between your legs.

Keigo took his gloves off with his teeth, not sparing you the discomfort of the anticipation. He licked his lips before speaking,

"What a pretty pussy, yeah?"

He pulled your lips apart, strings of wetness connecting them. Your hole was already twitching and clenching around thin air.

His middle finger traveled along the skin of your mound, observing the way you twitched and whimpered under him and a heartfelt groan escaped him at the sight.

Your pussy was so beautiful that a pang of jealousy coursed through hawks. His eyes lidded, eyeing you critically as he asked,

"How many men have had you like this before?"

You swallowed dryly before answering, your words half- whined

"n-noone has"

As if you said the magic words, a smile broke out on hawks' face and he licked a flat stripe up your pussy.

His tongue danced across your skin, teasing, poking, prodding at your entrance and completely disregarding your hot pulsing clit.

Your panties were long discarded, your pencil skirt bunched up around your waist and your stockings torn as hawks' teeth nibbled at your pussy. You threw your head back - you seriously couldn't take any more of this teasing.

Hawks on the other hand couldn't stop teasing you. The gasps you made, the moans accompanied by your sweet taste - he just wanted to fuck you senseless.

It felt as if you were on fire, pleasure was pooling below your bellybutton and Hawks stared up at you with a look so dangerous you felt something primal radiating off of him. You were so responsive, so sweet, so perfect.

He knew he was being mean by ignoring your pretty clit especially when you were so beautiful and pliant under his touch.

Pride mixed with his intense lust and his whole body was vibrating with the need to turn you into a gushing mess.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, at first just giving it a light suck. When your first loud moan broke out and echoed through the empty office he started sucking for good. He gulped your sweetness down and he wouldn't stop until you saw stars.

Your orgasm shook you to the core and your hole was clenching around air as you wailed in pleasure.

You were floating in a different dimension, slowly coming down to see hawks' shit eating grin.

"Not bad for your first time, eh?"

Your hazy eyes would barely stay open as you looked at the state of him. Keigos hard cock was extremely visible through his tight pants, his face was covered in your juices and his cheeks were painted a light pink.

"Can't wait for round two"

Keigos words made your pussy clench once more as he shot you a wink and disappeared in the dark of the night.

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