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[shikamarusgirll]

this narusaku moment...

[ by emii draw ]

[shikamarusgirll]

" BAZINGA! "

summary. things you do that turn them on pt5

characters. sugawara, osamu, ushijima, kiyoko, suna

warnings. NSFW/SMUT!!!, gn!reader, post!timeskip

a/n. i got requests for suga + osamu, so here’s pt5 lol :3 i’m actually so happy everyone seems to love this little series <3 edit: i got another req for suna so i just added him to this post

links to pt1, pt2, pt3, and pt4

☆ — SUGAWARA

when you argue with him. he thinks it’s so cute to watch you huff and puff at him, trying to get your point across. it’s honestly no use, because he’s only focused on your lips and the way your body looks when you cross your arms like that. when you eventually call him out for basically eye fucking you, he just smiles and reaches out to pull you closer. you’re melting within minutes when he starts kissing and nipping at your skin, and you know you’re doomed when he starts sliding your shirt off.

"you know… instead of arguing, how about you use your mouth to moan my name instead?"

☆ — OSAMU

when you cook with him. i feel like this one may be a bit obvious or cliche, but he just cannot resist the sight of you in a little apron insisting that you help him cook. he can’t help but imagine you wearing only the apron and letting him bend you over the kitchen counter to shove his cock into you. he can’t let the food burn though, so it’ll have to wait…

"you know what you’re doing to me, right?"

☆ — USHIJIMA

he likes when you let him do stuff for you. his love language is definitely acts of service, and a part of him gets off to doing certain things for you. he knows you’re perfectly capable, but it just gets his brain going. when he helps you with your hair, or with your shoes or clothes, he always imagines you in a different position. don’t even get him started on your sweet little 'thank you!'‘s you give him whenever he helps with anything. it makes him want to grab you and give you something to really thank him for.

"i’ll help you, darling."

☆ — KIYOKO

when you kiss her mole. it makes her heart jump every time, because she knows exactly what it’ll lead to. you’ll start there, but then you’re kissing at her lips next, sliding your tongue against hers. it doesn’t have to escalate from there, but she always pulls you closer for more because she’s already growing wet from the simple action. it’s sweet, yet so charming all at once. she’s a total goner.

"mmh… that feels nice."

☆ — SUNA

he loves giving you head, it’s his favorite thing. the way you get all whiny and squirmy when he keeps going even after you cum is addicting. your cries of "rin! wait— too much!" never fail to get him painfully hard in his boxers. he wants to fuck you so badly, but he just can’t pull away, always needing to taste more of you. he‘ll grind against the mattress on occasion, but he can barely even focus on anything else when your moans are echoing in his ears and your legs are twitching so cutely.

"quit pushing me away, baby. you can cum again, right?"

hi! thanks for reading :)

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˙⋆✮ oh no! choso, your sweetheart of a roommate, accidentally found your dildo, but he swears that he could fuck you better. do you believe him?

warnings fem reader, free use + somno mentions

“is this how you do it?” it’s soft—a mere whisper. the slight crook of his bashful smile wrenches your stomach in something devastating. an awfully eager, yet clumsy hand pushes your thigh firmer against silken sheets, your dildo sinking deeper. “or do you… do you go a little deeper?”

you’re slow to nod, glossed lips parting in silence as your brows thread into one. choso can feel the snug resistance of your fluttering cunt as he feeds it to you—inch after ruinous inch disappearing into that pretty little hole, the sound horrifically intoxicating, the sight furthermore.

reaching for the hand between your legs, you beg breathlessly.

“deeper, choso.”

“deeper?”

kneeled at the end of your disheveled bed, a glint of reservation glazes his roving eyes, but you urge him on, canting your hips toward his hand.

carefully obliging, he gives you all that’s left, stuffing you full with an incredulous pant against your heated skin. saliva pools on his rapturous tongue, the gape of his mouth giving way to the warm fan of his breath as he inches closer.

“it’s so… pretty,” he mumbles, wanting nothing more than to contribute to the mess that gleams between your swollen lips. “oh god, can i… can i spit on it? i–i really wanna…” he’s drunkenly trailing off with a loll of his tongue to slowly drool onto your aching clit. “haaah—i just wanna taste you.”

choso groans something feral, greedy lips closing around the swelled mound of nerves to suck feverishly. not a single fraction of him wants to stop the pitiful whines that escape his mouth, or the mindless rut of his wobbly hips, body pressing against the soft edge of the mattress in pursuit of friction.

he thinks he just might cum all over himself when you gasp his name, your back arching in such a way that he’s sure he would die if not for the way he’s drawing your closer for dear life. trembling hand working overtime to stretch that dripping pussy out with that measly piece of silicone, imagining it’s his cock instead.

he would fuck you better.

“oh, is that right?” you exhale in breathless laughter, slightly taken aback by his sudden edge.

of course he didn’t mean to say it aloud; you can see it in the way his eyes widen in utter mortification, the way he ceases his ministrations between your legs, but the cat’s out the bag and choso’s not backing down.

“yes,” he finally goes on to murmur. “i would. i could.”

“you sound sure of yourself.”

timidly, he shrugs, carefully shifting to begin fucking you full once again. his thrusts are heavier than before, a newfound sense of sureness guiding his hand as he leans in close, kissing your pretty clit once. twice.

a sloppy tendril of saliva weds his his bottom lip to your cunt and you whine.

“sure my cock could reach deeper,” he’s still soft in the way he speaks to you, still shy and a little unsure, but there’s something else there. something gut-wrenchingly sinister that lurks beneath his words, almost like a promise and it renders you breathless.

with his lips pressed to your cunt, he mutters, “i promise you i could fuck you better.”

a broken sound of unmistakable pleasure drags from your gaped mouth at his conviction, and he drones into the heat of you, embodying your rapture. panting and slurping and swallowing up everything you give him like this has been the only thing on his hazy mind since the day you moved in.

“i’d make this pussy feel so good,” he licks up the crevice of your thigh before sucking one of your pretty lips into his mouth. “make you cum on my cock so fucking sloppy—over and over and over again… god, i’ve always wanted that.”

there’s an indubitable hunger that haunts his gaze when his eyes shift to meet yours. stygian mauve clouds those dark, lovesick irises as he allows you to smear yourself all over his face and tongue, that poor cock leaking in his tightening briefs.

choso parts from you just barely, but only to choke out, “you gonna let me show you, huh?” he thumbs apart your sticky lips, dildo still sinking deep, and he’s utterly enraptured by how you’re taking it all. “fuuuck, please? i’d fuck you so good, so fucking good, i swear! you’d never have to use this piece of shit toy again.”

he’s losing himself in it, in you. begging all loud and reckless, hardly able to keep his mouth away from you to say what he needs to. doesn’t even grant you a breath to respond before he’s delving back in like a man starved.

the heat of his tongue is inebriating—indulgently trailing over your clit, down the slope of your tautly stretched lips, and over the silicone of your big, stupid dildo. and he can’t even find it within himself to care that he’s tasting you in the most obscene of ways.

“s-spread your legs,” he pants and god, when you do—woozily hooking your arms beneath the crook of your knees without hesitation—choso can’t help but to squeeze his thighs together, trapping his achy his cock between muscle, his underwear sopping.

“fuuuhh— fuck yes, just like that… let me see that pussy.”

your body stiffens in shock when a searing dollop of saliva plaps! straight against your clit, quickly being smeared by the pad of his thumb before he’s swilling it back up. he’s humming, audibly lapping up whatever seeps out of you. his greedy tongue nearly wraps around your dildo in his ravenous hunger, a hunger he swears he’s never felt in his life.

and it almost isn’t enough, not even as he’s making an utter mess of you. a sinful amalgamation of saliva and arousal drip, drip, drips down his chin, between the valley your ass, and onto the sheets. god, if he could lick the mattress clean, he would.

he might.

every move he makes is clumsily intentional. wrist twisting in the slightest as he plunges in and out of your cunt, mouth slathering over the entirety of you to taste it all, the pad of his thumb pressing firmly against the twitch of your aching clit. his undying need to prove himself is at the expense of your sanity, and you’re losing it.

“want you to cum so that i can fuck you,” he pants, breath hot against your quivering lips. “wanna show you how i fuck… how a real cock fucks.”

your nod is sweet and pitifully hasty, desperate hips following the warmth of his tongue and the stretch of your dildo.

incredulous, he wheezes. “yes?”

“yes, choso! fuck.”

now overtly determined, the warm pad of his finger shifts to circle over the palpable pulse of your swollen nerves. over and over and over again, he fucks you full of cock, admiring the way your body reacts to his touch, the way your chasing pleasure—chasing that orgasm.

“oh my god, please cum for me,” his voice breaks, too dazed by his incessant desire to please that he’s forgotten to breathe between words. “on my tongue, huh? cum on my tongue n’ i’ll fuck you how you deserve, i swear to god.”

your chest caves as you fight to catch your breath, stomach tightening in a horrendous need to release when one of his hands are falling over your abdomen and pressing.

“c— choso,” you gasp, choking on your own bated breaths.

“yeah? are you cumming?” his eyes widen, a lilt of excitement threading his words. “you cumming so that that i can fuck you? mmmm, let me taste it… i wanna taste that, please.”

his cock twitches when you stifle a response, back arching as your head sinks deeper into the pillow, your eyes threatening to cross. you’re cumming so shamelessly and messily, and it may be the most erotic thing choso has ever seen.

he can see the rapture in your face, pleasure evident in the thread of your brows and the gape of your lips. incoherent words of praise tumble from your mouth, and choso finds himself spiraling as your voice goes straight to his cock. he’s moaning in response to the sound of you, climbing farther up the bed to chase your cunt. he’s even humping himself against the sheets in hopes of relieving the ache.

he thinks he might cum too when you blindly grab ahold of his hand to force the toy deeper, rutting your hips toward his face, taking exactly what you need from him and of course, he lets you. he’d let you do whatever you want to him.

he wouldn’t care if you snuck into his room in the dead of night, crawled between his legs and fucked him stupid. definitely wouldn’t care if you called him horrible things or talked shit to him. wouldn’t even give a fuck if you slapped him or bit him or suffocated him between your thighs; he wants that, and now that he knows how nasty you like it, he can only imagine what else you’ll be willing to do.

the desperate little whine that leaves you as he slips the dildo from your drooling hole is brief; the sight of him drunkenly wrapping his lips around the head to suck it clean is enough to make you cry out his name instead.

“you’re so fucking nasty,” you gape, pressing your thighs together to dull the new ache that looms deep in your core. “like overly.”

you can’t help the gasp that parts your lips when his hands are pushing your thighs back apart, pressing himself between them. his long, pretty cock rests upon your stomach, the promise he made earlier looking more like a threat now than anything.

you swallow thickly.

a coy little smile twists his lips. “i promise i fuck nastier.”

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him walking into the bedroom to catch you masturbating—you, with headphones in, listening to a spicy audio. he stands in the doorway with narrowed eyes, yet almost a receptive gaze—like he’s learning. and he’s got that smirk on his face, waiting for you to see him after you’re finished with your cute little bullet vibrator. whether that be creaming all over the little toy or you screaming in frustration when you can’t quite get there.

but oh, when he hears you moan out his name in that saccharine voice of yours, his pants suddenly feel so fucking tight. and seeing the mixture of shock and slightly excitement in your eyes when you finally see him? oh, he’s even harder now.

so he disconnects your headphones and tells you to start it back at the beginning where he can hear it too. when you hesitate, he presses rewind for you while holding your gaze.

once it plays, he acts to the man’s words and sounds, the lewd and absolutely sinful smacks of his lips against your pussy and calloused thumb rubbing on your poor puffy clit making you cum embarrassingly quick on his tongue.

but that’s just the first five minutes—he wants to go through the entire video.

hq ⟡ KYOUTANI KENTARO, yaku morisuke, MIYA ATSUMU, iwaizumi hajime, SUNA RINTAROU, sugawara koushi, MIYA OSAMU, your fave.

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18+ virgin!choso fucking your thighs

libido, as choso understood it, had always ranked somewhere beneath the immovable fact of loving and protecting his brothers. sex never held much meaning when your earliest existence was as a cursed object, preserved in a jar and suspended in fluid for over a century. even after he was given form, physical desire remained abstract. he hadn’t imagined anyone wanting him. hadn’t thought it would matter.

but then you happened.

and now, desire is not only present but constant. he thinks about you incessantly. the softness of your body lingers in his memory, along with the way your voice tilts shyly whenever you try to initiate. you always kiss the corner of his mouth first, and sometimes giggle when self-conscious about the ferocity of your own ardor. you want him, and he wants you. what you share is jun’ai—pure love.

the only obstacle is scale. once, you’d reached down, fingertips barely ghosting along the length of him, and whispered, “how’s that supposed to fit inside me?” tone a mixture of awe and dread. he kissed your knee and told you he’d try anything that made you feel good. “you’re gonna have to practice, cho,” you continued, “like… really work me open. or—” you’d hesitated, teeth sinking into your lip, “we could do something else for now.” he agreed. of course choso agreed. you were his love, and he’d rather die than hurt you.

which is how he ends up here, on his knees at the foot of the bed, thick cock gliding between the plushy flesh of your thighs while you lie back, panting, biting your lip to keep from making the kinds of sounds he knows would ruin his resolve. hands stay on your hips, thumbs pressing gently into your skin to dictact the motion. with a look of mild detachment (his resting face) his eyes are locked on where he’s fucking you. the swollen head of his cock drags through the sticky seam between your legs, catching against your folds, smearing precome across your lower belly with every thrust.

“feels good like this too,” he mumbles, “you’re so warm. i could stay here forever.” and part of him means it. this is heaven, in its own way. your thighs slick and plush, pressing tight around him. the heat of your pussy so so close he can feel it pulse when he hits your clit by accident, drawing those sharp little gasps out of you—ones you try so hard to hide. your pretty tits bounce slightly with every thrust, which is a bonus.

now you’re looking up at him now with glassy, fucked-out eyes despite never being touched where needed most.

“next time,” you promise, wetting your lips. his cock twitches between your thighs. “no need to rush. you’re perfect,” he assures, “i can wait as long as you need.”

he’s being a good boy. so fucking good. and you have no idea how much restraint it takes. how badly he wants to line himself with your cunt, and push in until you scream. but he won’t. not until you stop stalling. because one day you will.

and when that day comes, he’ll fuck you the way he wants.

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HICKEY, PLEASE? 彡 Bakugou, Shoto, Deku

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: innocent female reader and Pro Hero versions of Izuku, Bakugou, and Shoto. soft D/s dynamics, praise kink, possessive behavior, emotionally intense intimacy, first-time, mention of blood, and power imbalance due to experience and age. Reader is shy, inexperienced, and emotionally submissive.+ more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.8k+

SYNOPSIS. Asking bakugou, shoto, deku and shinsou to give you a hickey >.< | part 1 (aizawa, dabi, hawks)

BAKUGOU

After a long day patrolling and keeping the community safe, when Bakugou got home, what he didn't expect to see was you acting all weird. And it didn't stop for hours. If you were anything right now, it had to be jumpy, that would be the only way to describe it. He noticed instantly, it's hard not to notice when you are usually so sweet and easy going around him, so the sudden change had his mind reeling, not knowing if he's done something wrong. 

You two went through eating dinner, relaxing on the couch, snuggling up with eachother and if there was one thing Bakugou noticed was how jumpy you were whenever he touched you. Now you sat across him on his bed, knees tucked up to your chest, stealing glances at him while he was taking his hoodie off. He does run on the hotter side. 

Bakugou was on his phone briefly, most likely replying or looking at the group chat, or having a quick check of his emails, but it wasn't too long before he caught you staring. He was confused because you looked away like you had something to hide and got caught. He wondered if it was because he had taken his hoodie off, but that couldn't be the case because you've seen him shirtless many times. 

"The hell's wrong with you?" he finally grunted, tossing his phone to the side, making a dull clank agasint the bedside table.

Your cheeks heat up, and you mentally curse. He was your boyfriend, and you can't even ask him something so simple, something that he has, in fact, even done before. You are weak when it comes to Katsuki, though. "Nothing! Don't worry about it, Kats', really," you replied, a gentle smile rising on your lips while you shook your head.

"You're a shit liar," he says with a small scoff before a smirk raised on his lips. 

You let out an annoyed groan. You can't get anything past him. Your throat felt dry. You wanted to ask for it, but you couldn't even manage to form the words. How would you even ask Katsuki to give you a hickey? What if he thought the idea was stupid? Which isn't the case at all, as he has given you multiple before, but that was in the heat of the moment type of behaviour, asking for one specifically is a different thing in its entirety. 

Bakugou slumps down onto the bed in front of you, specifically. He lies over your legs, propping his chin on a balanced elbow. How can you not confess when he's looking up at you like that? You can't even move either. You thread your arms over his shoulder, one of your hands playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

"C'mon, what you' hiding, princess?" Bakugou hummed, watching you carefully. "Entertain me."

"Well, I just wanted to ask for something," you start in an unbothered tone, looking away from him briefly, shrugging your shoulders. "But it doesn't matter anymore, it's dumb."

"Nothing you want is dumb, baby," he said, giving your bare thigh a little pinch, causing you to pout at him from the sudden action. 

"What about the time I asked you to get me a duck?" I retort, removing my arms from around his shoulder, folding them below my chest. "You said that was dumb."

He rolls his eyes. "That was a dumb question. Where would we put it? We live in an apartment right now, baby. You were having duck fever because you saw a lady feed them pea water or whatever the fuck it was. "

"Yeah, but still," you mumble. A few moments passed, and you swore he could hear your heart beating. In a quieter voice, you continued, "I kinda wanted you to give me a hickey."

There was a heavy pause while Bakugou's eyes widened before he let out a laugh. "You embarrassed now? That's fucking hilarious."

Your cheeks heated up as your jaw dropped in shock, "I knew you would act like that!

"Just joking, baby," he replied, his laugh dying out as he reached for your palm, placing a slow kiss before pulling away. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood, or I would be fucking you deep right now. You want me to show everyone who you belong to?"

His words struck nothing but pure heat and butterflies within your body. "I do," you replied, your heart beating faster as Bakugou raised himself off your body.

Your heart was in your throat when he hooked a finger under your chin and forced you to look up at him. "Yeah, I thought so." His hands were already sliding around your waist, hauling you onto his lap roughly. You squeaked as he shoved your hair back, baring your neck.

"Hold still, baby," he muttered right against your skin, breath hot. "Gonna make it real fuckin' obvious."

"I wouldn't want anything else, Kats'," you replied in a teasing tone, causing him to smirk in response before he slowly went in for your neck. You let out a shaky sigh at the contact, your reaction only made him more desperate to mark you. He thought you were stupid for being so hesitant to ask him for something like this. 

Once he had you straddling his lap, Bakugou didn't waste time. His big hands gripped your hips possessively, keeping you pinned as he leaned in, his mouth ghosting over your neck without touching yet.

"Tch," Bakugou muttered. "Listen to you. Gettin' worked up over nothin'..."

But you weren't imagining the way his breathing was getting heavier, too. Slowly, torturously slow, he let his lips brush the sensitive spot just below your ear, just barely touching you, sending a shiver skittering down your spine. You gasped softly, hands clutching at his shoulders.

"That good already? Shit, baby," he mumbled before a groan slipped past his lips at the feeling of your arousal soaking his sweats and your cunt subtly pressing hard against his hardening cock. Without much warning, he couldn't take it any longer with moving slow, that's not how he does things, not at all, and you know it better than anyone. 

His lips make full contact with your neck, sucking deep and slow, teeth grazing your skin enough to make you whimper. His tongue soothed the spot after, only to suck again, rougher this time. You buried your face in his shoulder, overwhelmed. Fuck, this is exactly what you wanted, to have Bakugou worship you with his touch and kisses. Exactly what you want.

"Don't hide," he growled, tugging you back by the hair so you had to bare your throat to him again, a moan falling past your lips at the sudden action, your core getting more heated by the second. "I wanna hear you."

The wet sounds of him marking you filled the room, your soft little noises only spurring him on. When he finally pulled back, he stared at the dark bruise blooming on your neck and smirked.

"Look at that shit," he rasped with a smirk. "Perfect."

Then he kissed the bruise sweetly, making you melt into him all over again. Bakugou stared at the bruise he'd left on your neck like he was proud of it, his lips glistening and his eyes filled with need, need to consume you whole. 

"Tch. You're lucky I've got control, baby," he muttered, brushing his thumb under your chin to tilt your face back up. "You don't even know what you're asking for... But you want it anyway, don't you? Want me to ruin you a little?"

You nodded shyly, face burning. That broke something in him. "Fuck. Alright, c'mere." He kissed you hard, devouring you, tugging you fully into his lap with a grunt. His hands slid under your thighs, up your shirt, tracing over soft skin. You gasped into his mouth, squirming.

"You gonna be good f'me?" he growled against your lips, tugging your lower one between his teeth. "Let me take my time with you?"

You nodded, dazed. "Words."

"Yes," you whispered. "I'll be good, Katsuki."

"Yeah? Let's test that."

SHOTO

Shoto didn't miss a thing about you, especially when you acted a little strange. He may be dense, but he isn't that dense. Tonight, you hovered close, so close he could feel the warmth of your body without you actually touching him. 

You weren't as talkative, which was odd because usually you would be yapping his ear off, not that he minded, he loves hearing your voice. Every time he turned his head, you seemed to be watching him and then darting your gaze away, guilty.

He tilted his head slightly. "Is something wrong?" he asked softly.

You jumped a little, startled. "No, no! Nothing's wrong!" you squeaked.

He watched you in silence for a moment longer before setting down his tea and patting the empty spot beside him on the bed. You hesitated, then shyly sat down, your hands bunching nervously in your lap. Why are you even nervous, what of? Shoto never judges you, in fact you're probably the one who judges him in that silly teasing way.

Shoto didn't push you to answer right away, he knew it was something that was bothering you, so he isn't going to force it out of you. After what felt like an eternity, you managed to finally get out, "Can I ask you something...? It's kinda dumb, though."

He tilts his head slightly, confused. He thought he had made it clear time and time again that it didn't matter what you asked him, or what you say, he isn't going to make fun of you (that badly). He turned toward you fully, giving you his complete attention. "You can ask me anything."

"I was wondering if you could... um... Fuck, this is embarrassing," you swallowed, it's really hard to say this out loud. Shoto was intrigued by what you had to say, what could you possibly be embarrassed about? "Could you... Give me a hickey?"

Shoto blinked once, then twice, a soft laugh fell past his lips before they made a gentle smile. "Embarrassed about that? You don't have to be, you just need to ask, you know that I'll give you anything," he murmurs. "Is that what you really want?"

"Yeah," you replied slowly, despite Shoto telling you you shouldn't be embarrassed, you couldn't help but be so. Your usual confidence has gone right out the window. His hand came up, cupping the side of your neck so gently you shivered under his touch. His palm was cold, his left hand,  and it made you gasp softly.

"You trust me to do that?" he questions, slowly leaning in closer. Shoto's thumb traced the sensitive skin where he planned to leave his mark.

"Yes," you breathed. "You've done it before, and it feels really good."

"Good," he whispered. Then his lips pressed to your neck, soft at first, almost reverent, before slowly, slowly he applied more pressure, teasing the skin until you whimpered softly in his arms. This is exactly what you wanted. Not harshly, but deep enough that you felt it all the way down to your toes. His warm tongue soothed between sucks, coaxing the blood to the surface.

"You’re mine," he whispered against your throat, and you melted completely into him.

You clung to his sleeves, overwhelmed by how good it felt, not just the physical sensation but the intimacy of it, the way Shoto held you, touched you, wanted you. You love him so much that it makes your brain go into shambles, he causes you not to think straight. 

"You look so pretty, sweetheart," he whispered against your neck. You whimpered, melting into his arms as he left a perfect mark right where your collarbone dipped. When he finally pulled away, his cheeks were pink, and his breathing was slightly uneven. "You’re beautiful," he whispered again, kissing the new bruise.

Shoto pulled back from your throat, breathing heavily, and you don't miss the unmistaklabe flush coating his cheeks, he's so beautiful. You blinked up at him, flustered, and covered the spot he’d marked with your hand instinctively.

He gently pulled it away. “Don’t hide it,” he said. “It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

Your heart skipped. His hand found your waist, signalling you to stand, and he guided you back until your spine met the mattress. “I want you to feel good,” he murmured, kneeling over you. “But I want to go slow… I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“You already do,” you admitted breathlessly. “But I like it…”

His lips parted, and he gave a shaky laugh. “You're going to destroy me.” His hands, warm now, slid up your thighs under your skirt.

“Tell me if anything feels too much,” he whispered. “And I’ll stop. But I need to… I need to see all of you.”

MIDORIYA

Midoriya came home from patrol past midnight, his hero suit rumpled and his hair damp from a light rain. You’d waited up for him, wrapped in one of his hoodies and sitting on the couch, trying to pretend you hadn’t been imagining his hands on your skin for hours.

You and the girls caught up today, Momo, Jirou, Mina, Ochako, and Tsuyu, and during that catch up, Mina was pestering Jirou about how her and Denki are going and that lead to her revealing some... stuff about them two, intimate stuff and it made your heart pound for hours because all you could think about what Midoriya doing that stuff to you. 

He saw you and smiled instantly, though his eyes were heavy with exhaustion.

“You waited up?” he said, slipping off his boots. “You didn’t have to, baby. I would’ve crawled in quietly.”

“I know,” you said, fidgeting. "I wanted to wait for you... I missed you.”

His expression softened even more. “Come here. You’re the sweetest,” he murmured. “I missed you too... So much.”

You padded into his arms, letting him fold you into his chest. “Long day?” you mumbled into his shirt.

“The longest,” His voice was hoarse. “But this makes it worth it.”

You hesitated. Your fingers curled into the front of his uniform. There was something you wanted, but you couldn’t get the words out. Not directly, at least, you were too nervous. So you just tilted your head against his chest… and quietly, you unconsciously were playing the the collar of your shirt, your fingers grazing agasint the skin beneath it, baring just a sliver of your collarbone.

It took him a second. But then you felt it, the way he froze, just slightly. His hand splayed against your back. He pulled away enough to see your face. He looked concerned. “Uh… is everything okay?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed. “I just…” Your hands gripped his shirt, nervous. “I wanted to… ask something. But it’s dumb. You don’t have to.”

“Nothing you want from me is dumb,” he said. “Promise.”

You glanced away. “I… I’ve never had a hickey before. And I was kinda wondering if maybe you could, give me one? I mean, only if you want to! I just... thought about it. A lot. Today. For a while actually.”

You were mortified. But when you glanced back up at him, he was red. Flushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“I-” he laughed breathlessly, hand flying to the back of his neck. “Wow, um. Yeah. Yeah, I can. I mean, I’d love to. If you want me to. Only if you’re sure. Because I’ve thought about it too. A lot, actually. More than I should, probably-”

He cut himself off, clearing his throat.

“Come here.” He led you to the couch again, gently coaxing you into his lap like you were the most fragile thing in the world. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other cradled the side of your face. “You’re sure?” he asked again. “Because I-I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You can say no at any time.”

He cupped your cheek, kissed your lips tenderly, and then gently lowered you onto the couch, hovering over you with so much care, it made your heart flutter.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please.”

He smiled at your sweetness. Then he bent down and kissed the side of your neck. Once. Twice. You gasped as his tongue traced your skin, warm and wet, and then, you felt it and it made your lower abdomen curl in pleasure. “Izuku-”

His teeth sank in just enough to sting. Not painful, but enough to make your thighs clench around nothing. You whimpered, thighs instinctively pressing together. He froze. Pulled back. “Did I hurt you? Oh God-”

“No,” you gasped. “It- felt really good.”

His breath hitched, shit he was about to loose himself. “Okay. Good. That’s.. really good," he swallowed. He leaned back in. This time, his lips trailed lower, hands beginning to roam, carefully, not wanting to overwhelm you. “I know you’re shy,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath, “but you don’t even realise what you do to me, do you?”

“Izuku…”

“You’re so soft,” he murmured. “So sweet. I think about you when I’m supposed to be focused. I want to take care of you so bad it hurts sometimes.”

You shivered as his fingers ghosted up under your hoodie, the sensation causing you to clasp your hands tighter against his shirt as he continued to leave a mark along your neck. "Izuku, please..." you begged in a breathy exhale, causing him to momentarily slow down. "I need you to take care of me, please."

How is he supposed to control himself around you now?

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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how does mean toji apologize to his shy sulky girlfriend?

easy, he'll have your legs placed on either side of his shoulder, his massive cock ramming inside your tight pussy while looking down at you with that cocky grin.

“t-toji… slow down…” you whined, your voice trembling, eyes fluttered, as you tried to meet his gaze.

“can’t, doll.” he growled, thrusting harder, his cock dragging against your walls with harsh force. “you’re too fuckin’ tight, and i’m too fuckin’ sorry.”

“jerk,” you managed, your voice breaking into a moan as he angled his hips, hitting deeper, making your back arch off the bed.

your hands reached for his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, but it only spurred him on, his pace unforgiving. “keep whinin’ princess,” he groaned.

“you know you love it when i'm like this.” he leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “tell me you forgive me.” you shook your head, despite the way your body trembled under him.

“n-not… that easy…” he chuckled, thrusting even harder, making you cry out. “stubborn, huh? guess i'll just fuck the sulk outta you, then.” his hands gripped your thighs, keeping them pinned over his shoulders.

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୨୧﹕fem!reader, fwb uchia

he only came at night. not for affection. not for warmth. sasuke moved like the shadow of a blade — silent, sharp, unwanted until it was needed. and tonight, like every damn time, you left the window unlocked.

you were already in bed, blanket pushed down to your thighs, tank top clinging to the sweat along your lower back. the room was hot, summer crawling through the village like an open mouth panting against your skin. that was how he liked you — flushed, desperate, skin sticky with anticipation.

the door never creaked. he was already there before your breath could catch up.

his chakra moved like a storm just outside the reach of thunder.

"you're awake," he said, not a question. his voice was low, rasped — not cold, not quite bored either. just taut. like something dangerous held in check.

you sat up. “you’re late.”

he didn't bother replying. he stepped forward and you let your knees fall apart without hesitation, legs spreading over the sheets like surrender. his eyes flicked down, the corner of his mouth twitching — not a smile, something hungrier.

sasuke dropped the cloak first. then his weapons pouch. then the shirt, peeled slow and deliberate, revealing lean muscle, old scars, and that absolute lack of hesitation.

he crawled onto the bed like a wolf to a fresh kill.

you didn’t kiss. never kissed. he didn’t allow softness.

his mouth went to your throat immediately, teeth scraping. hands rough, calloused from battle, dragging your tank top up and over your head. his fingers twisted into the waistband of your shorts, yanking them down with no ceremony, dragging the thin cotton of your panties with it — tearing them halfway off your hips in his impatience.

"you waited for me like this?" he muttered against your collarbone, voice rough, breath hot. “soaked already.”

you nodded, fingers already gripping his forearm. “i knew you’d come.”

he didn’t respond. just shoved your thighs farther apart and buried his face between them.

sasuke didn’t eat pussy gently. he devoured it like vengeance — ruthless, tongue stiff and fast, lips locking around your clit and sucking so hard you cried out. his fingers slid into you roughly, pumping, curling, like he was trying to claw the orgasm out of your core.

you moaned, high and loud, thighs trembling against his ears.

he didn’t stop when you came. he didn’t stop until your legs were shaking violently, hips trying to pull back from the overstimulation — only then did he lift his face, lips shiny, dark eyes locked on yours.

"you take what i give you," he growled, voice deeper now, throat thick with want. "you don't cum until i let you."

you opened your mouth to say something — maybe to curse him, maybe to beg — but he was already pushing his cock against your entrance. thick, heavy, pulsing against your drenched folds.

he slid in slow, excruciating, watching your eyes roll back as he stretched you. “tight. every damn time.”

your nails dug into his shoulders. he started thrusting slow at first, deep, grinding his hips into yours like he wanted to fuck the soul out of you. then faster. brutal. skin slapping, bed creaking, your cries stuttering out between every punishing thrust.

"harder," you gasped.

he smirked. "you think you get to tell me what to do?"

then his hand wrapped around your throat and slammed into you harder, deeper, knocking the air out of your lungs with the sheer force of it. your back arched off the bed, pussy gripping him like a vice.

he didn’t stop.

one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other squeezing your neck, hips snapping into you mercilessly. his eyes never left your face. he wanted to see what he did to you — every quiver, every moan, every obscene clench of your cunt around his cock.

“sasuke— i’m gonna—!”

“no.” he stopped moving. just buried inside you, cock twitching, so deep it felt like he was splitting you open from the inside. “not until i say.”

you whimpered, body trembling, desperate.

he pulled out slowly, dragging every inch from your soaked core. then flipped you like a ragdoll, face down, ass up. spanked you once — hard — and shoved himself back in, slamming so deep your scream was muffled in the pillow.

he fucked you like that for what felt like forever. deep, grinding, fast, slow, shifting pace to keep you right on the edge but never letting you fall. your face was buried in the sheets, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, cunt clenching desperately for a release he denied you again and again.

then he bent over you, mouth at your ear. “now.”

you shattered — no sound, no breath — just white heat, your pussy spasming violently around his cock as he groaned into your shoulder. his hips jerked, cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, cum flooding your cunt so deep you felt it drip down your thighs the second he pulled out.

you collapsed, boneless, ruined.

he didn’t stay.

he stood, dressed without a word, only pausing to wipe his mouth on the hem of your discarded tank top. then, as always, he disappeared into the night — like smoke, like regret.

you laid there, trembling, soaked in sweat and his cum, heart still racing.

tomorrow you’d act like nothing happened.

but the window would stay unlocked.

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𐔌 、shikamaru　ﾉ　I FORGOT TO CHANGE THE DESCRIPTION FOR THIS UM HES JUST RLLY MEAN 𓈒　◟

cw: first time ノrough sex ノ overstim ノ explicit content ϑϱ

୨ৎ minors, blank & ageless blogs will be blocked ୨୧

Shikamaru is a fucking mystery.

Lazy. Grumpy. Always sighing when you talk too much, always telling you you’re “troublesome” with that dry, tired tone like he’s two seconds from walking out of the room. He never flirts, never compliments you, barely even looks at you sometimes—and it kills you. Because you like him. You want him. And every time he brushes you off with a muttered “what a drag,” it chips a little piece off your chest.

But then one night, everything shifts.

It’s late. You’re alone. He’s sitting on your bed, legs sprawled, shoulders slouched, eyes half-lidded and unreadable. Same look as always—like he couldn’t be bothered.

But he’s still here.

You sit beside him, too nervous to touch. Too quiet. And he notices.

“Tch. What is it now?” he mutters.

Your lip trembles.

He turns to look at you—and freezes.

You’re crying.

“…Are you crying?” he asks, voice sharp now. Not lazy. Just surprised. Alert.

“I—I’m sorry,” you choke, wiping your eyes, shaking. “I just—thought you didn’t even like me.”

He stares at you.

Doesn’t say a word.

Then: “Why the hell would you think that?”

You sniff, avoiding his eyes. “You’re always annoyed. Always distant. You never touch me, or smile, or say anything nice and I—fuck, I—I didn’t know if I was just embarrassing myself all this time.”

Silence.

Then suddenly—you’re being pushed.

Flat onto the bed, body pinned beneath his, his hand gripping your wrist, his breath hot on your face.

“You think I don’t like you?” he hisses, voice low, almost trembling with tension.

You blink up at him.

His hips shift.

And fuck, you feel it.

The thick, rock-hard press of his cock straining through his pants—massive, twitching, rubbing against your thigh with nothing between it but cheap denim and the heat of your skin.

“Does this feel like someone who doesn’t want you?” he growls.

You gasp.

“Shika—”

He cuts you off with his mouth—finally. His kiss is rough, desperate, full of all the shit he hasn’t been saying. His tongue pushes into your mouth like he needs to taste you, like he’s been starving for it. His hands are rough, tugging at your clothes, yanking your shirt over your head without finesse.

“I didn’t touch you,” he pants between kisses, “because I didn’t trust myself to stop. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the second you started looking at me with those stupid, pretty eyes.”

You moan as he strips you bare, his voice getting harsher with every second, like every word he’s kept inside is boiling over now.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you dress when I’m around? How you lean in when you laugh, how your perfume clings to my shirt if you get too close?”

He yanks his pants down, cock springing free—huge, flushed, already leaking at the tip.

You whimper.

“I thought you hated—”

He grabs your chin.

“Stop fucking saying that.”

Then he’s inside you.

No warning.

Just a brutal, deep thrust that steals your breath, stretches you wide and full and aching. You cry out, legs shaking as he holds your hips still, driving his cock into you with a groan that sounds like it’s been ripped from his throat.

“Does that feel like hate?” he grits.

You’re sobbing now. Overwhelmed. Full.

“N-no—I—I—”

He slams in deeper.

You scream.

“Say it.”

“Y-you want me—”

“Damn right I do,” he hisses, voice breaking. “So much it pisses me off.”

He fucks you harder then—deep, punishing strokes, his cock dragging against your walls perfectly, pushing you to your limit. His mouth finds your throat, your jaw, biting, kissing, tasting.

And even through the roughness—his hands are shaking.

Because it’s real.

And you finally fucking know it.

His fingers are brushing your cheek now, calloused pads strangely gentle for someone who just shoved your legs apart like it was a fucking mission directive. Shikamaru’s eyes are half-lidded, dark, a little heavy with guilt but not enough to stop the way his hips are still grinding against you, cock buried to the hilt.

He’s deeper than you’ve ever felt anyone.

His voice is low, and there’s no softness to it, no apology in his tone—just that dry edge of irritation that somehow feels good when it’s wrapped around pet names like that. Like he’s annoyed at himself more than you. Like the idea of hurting you makes his chest ache but he still can’t help being rough.

You whimper—half embarrassed, half moaning as his cock grinds against your spot again, the stretch still so much, the pressure making your head spin.

He shifts—one hand on your hip, holding you down, thumb rubbing a lazy, mocking circle.

“Look at you,” he mutters. “Takin’ it so well. Gonna act like I didn’t just stuff you full on your first time?”

You whimper again, thighs trembling.

“Poor thing,” he breathes. “Didn’t even know how good you'd feel wrapped around me, did you?”

His pace picks up—not fast, not brutal, but purposeful. Every thrust lands deep, slow and heavy, like he's fucking you in slow motion just to make sure you feel every inch of him. His cock drags along your walls, thick and perfectly curved, and he watches your face for every twitch, every choked moan, every little flutter of your lashes when it gets too good to hide.

“Gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he says casually, voice just a breath above a sigh. “No one’s gonna fuck you this deep. They wouldn’t know how.”

You cry out, and his hand moves, thumb brushing your lower lip.

“You like that? Like when I talk down to you while I’m this far inside?”

You nod, helpless.

He hums, amused.

“Thought so.”

His thrusts get sharper now, still not fast, but firm, knocking the air out of you, making you cry out with every roll of his hips.

“You’re so tight,” he groans. “Too good. It’s annoying. You make it too easy to lose my goddamn mind.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, panting.

“You better cum soon,” he mutters. “I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching like that.”

You whimper, already close, your body burning, stretched, full.

And then, soft but sharp, right into your ear—

“C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

[shikamarusgirll]

𐔌 、sasuke　ﾉ　you find yourself paired with sasuke, whose sharingan flares uncontrollably around you 𓈒　◟

cw: sexual tension ノ mutual pining ノ Sasuke being emotionally repressed but physically reactive ノexplicit content ノdark themes ϑϱ

He noticed you before you noticed him.

The new girl—quiet, polite, always scribbling notes like the world would fall apart if you missed a single word. You sat near the back, tucked into a desk that creaked when you shifted, always careful not to take up space. You apologized when someone bumped into you. Bowed your head when spoken to.

But Sasuke had seen you.

Not just with his eyes. Not just as one more civilian girl stuck in a shinobi class. No—his body reacted first. Subtle. Wrong.

The first time you were paired together for a sparring demo, he didn’t think much of it. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his fingers, prepared to disarm and pin you like he would anyone else.

You, standing across the mat, looked like you didn’t belong. Your stance was careful but timid, knees bent, hands curled in soft fists like you weren’t sure if you should hit him even if ordered to.

And still—still—

The moment your eyes met his—

Click.

Sharingan.

He felt it burn behind his lashes. The heat curled up his spine, sharp and visceral, like his blood recognized you before his brain did. His muscles tensed, his breath hitched. He blinked once, hard, trying to suppress the activation, but the red glow remained. Spinning. Steady.

“Sasuke,” Kakashi said from the sidelines, arms crossed, voice firm. “Stand down. Eyes off.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Sasuke muttered.

He hadn’t. That was the worst part.

You hadn’t even touched him yet.

And you—gods, your eyes were wide, full of worry, not fear. “Are you okay?” you whispered, stepping back instead of forward. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He blinked.

You were worried about him?

The match was called off early.

He didn’t say a word as you bowed and shuffled back to your seat, clutching your sleeves. He didn’t even look up when Naruto made some dumb comment about “getting turned on in a fight.” He just sat in stunned silence.

Because his Sharingan had never reacted like that before.

And the second time?

It was even worse.

You were assigned to sit next to him for a paired scroll analysis—nothing physical, nothing strenuous, just reading and translating seal logic from a captured scroll. You barely said a word. You just leaned in, close, your shoulder brushing his, your hair smelling faintly of chamomile.

And again—

Click.

That soft pulse of chakra behind his eyes. The pull of it.

He swore under his breath and pressed two fingers to his temple.

“You okay?” you asked again, voice smaller than last time. “You keep… looking at me like something’s wrong.”

He looked down at you—really looked—and his chest tightened.

Because no, nothing was wrong. Nothing had ever felt so vividly right.

Too right.

He was on edge the whole time, and you noticed. You chewed your lip as you worked. Tilted your head and asked if he needed a break. Every time you leaned in to whisper something, every time your hand brushed his arm, his Sharingan flared.

He lied and said it was fatigue.

But it wasn’t.

It was you.

Kakashi cornered him after class.

“Sasuke.”

“Hm.”

“You’re too reactive.”

“I know.”

“Your Sharingan’s not just reading danger. It’s reading something else.”

Sasuke said nothing.

Kakashi's gaze sharpened. “Be careful with her.”

Sasuke didn’t argue.

Because he had been. Every time. Every class, every spar, every moment he felt you getting closer. He kept his hands to himself. He didn't say the things he wanted to say—like how the way you curled your hands in your sleeves made him ache, or how he dreamed once of your voice in his ear and woke up panting, half-hard, eyes glowing red in the dark.

He didn’t understand it. Not fully.

But his body knew.

And when you looked up at him across the classroom the next morning, lip caught between your teeth, eyes hopeful and unsure, he had to look away before the glow gave him away again.

You started noticing things, too. How Sasuke always seemed too still around you. How his hands flexed when you got too close. How his eyes flashed that eerie, beautiful red even when there was no threat, no danger—just you handing him a brush, just you brushing his sleeve by accident in the hallway, just you whispering his name when you didn’t understand something.

It happened in the training field first. You’d been partnered for drills again. The kind where one person runs through a jutsu and the other disarms. Easy enough.

Except nothing was easy with him anymore.

Because the moment he caught your wrist—just your wrist—his eyes snapped red. And you felt it like a wave, like heat straight through your gut, like a pressure point between your legs that didn’t belong to any nerve textbook.

You gasped. His grip tightened. Then he let go like you’d burned him. He turned away, silent.

But you couldn’t stop looking.

“Why does it always happen around me?” you asked him, the words tumbling out, half breathless, half desperate. “Your Sharingan. It never turns off when we’re close.”

He looked at you then, like he’d been waiting for you to ask. Like he wanted to answer.

“You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel like this,” he said.

And that’s how you ended up here.

In his apartment. On his bed. Stripped to your thighs, your skirt pushed up, your breath stuttering against his mouth while he laid you out beneath him like a secret he’d been aching to touch.

His eyes glowed red above you.

Spinning. Ravenous.

You moaned just looking at them.

“Does it scare you?” he murmured, his voice low, brushing against your lips.

You shook your head. “No.”

“I see everything with these,” he whispered. “Every twitch. Every tremble. Every time your body begs.”

You whimpered.

He kissed you hard.

Then he dragged his hands down your sides—calloused, reverent—until they slid under your thighs and pushed them apart. You trembled beneath him, naked from the waist down now, your panties discarded somewhere on the floor, your cunt slick and throbbing in the open air.

Sasuke looked down at you like he was starving.

The Sharingan spun faster.

“You’re so wet.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“No,” he snapped. “Look at me.”

You obeyed. Eyes wide. Cheeks burning. You were already breathing too fast.

“I want to see you when you cum,” he said, voice like gravel and thunder. “I need to.”

And then he thrust inside you.

You screamed—a raw, broken sound, pleasure burning hot and deep, your walls stretching around him with sweet, aching pressure. He filled you completely, his cock thick, hot, veined, dragging against every tender place inside you that you didn’t know existed.

He growled against your neck. “So tight. So perfect.”

You clung to him, shaking. “Sasuke—fuck—it’s too much—”

“No,” he rasped, dragging his hips back and slamming in again. “It’s not enough. I’ve waited too long.”

He set a rhythm, brutal and precise—his hips snapping forward, again and again, driving into you while you sobbed his name against his jaw. His hands gripped your thighs, pinning you open. You felt exposed. Owned. The Sharingan flared brighter, and he groaned like it was feeding off you, off your pleasure, off the way your body clenched around him.

“I can see every fucking twitch,” he groaned, pounding harder. “Every time you get close. You want to cum already?”

You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Then cum.”

You shattered.

Your body locked up, your cunt spasming around him so hard it knocked the breath from your lungs. You screamed his name again—“Sasuke!”—while your orgasm ripped through you, pulsing hot and endless.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept fucking you, harder now, chasing his own release.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he snarled, voice raw. “Gonna cum so deep you feel it for days.”

“Do it,” you begged. “Please—please cum—”

His hips slammed forward one last time—and he groaned loud and low as he came, cock twitching deep in your soaked, spasming cunt, hot cum spilling inside you, leaking down your thighs. His Sharingan flickered, glowing blinding for a moment as he groaned your name like it was a prayer.

And then he collapsed over you, breathing ragged.

You were still shaking. Still full.

Still glowing from the inside out.

And when he finally lifted his head, his eyes were dark again.

But he was still watching you like he’d never seen anything more dangerous—or more precious—in his life.

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୨୧﹕fem!reader, three some c:

they hated each other. that was half the reason it started.

you didn’t expect them both to show up. sasuke leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, half-lidded eyes cutting across the room like a blade. naruto stormed in five minutes later, loud and golden and pissed off already.

but when their eyes locked on you?

silence.

you were in the middle of the room, bare thighs on display, shirt half-buttoned and clinging to your curves, nipples hard against the fabric. the air felt electric — like a storm was building in your bones. you knew what they came for.

each other?

no.

you.

sasuke moved first. quiet, predatory. his fingers dragged across your jaw as he tilted your face up to meet his — eyes like fire behind frost. “you're going to let him watch?” he asked, voice dark silk, thumb dragging slow across your lower lip.

before you could answer, naruto was behind you — warmth, breath, a growl building in his throat. “not just watch, bastard.”

he gripped your hips from behind and shoved his hard cock between your thighs, rutting against the slick heat of your pussy without even undressing you. sasuke’s mouth twitched, and you felt naruto smirk against your shoulder as he yanked the shirt open — buttons flying — hands already palming your tits, kneading them like he owned you.

“don’t start unless you’re ready to finish it,” sasuke warned him, stripping with precise economy. his cock was already hard — long, thick, flushed at the tip, twitching as he watched naruto grind against you like a mutt in heat.

“i’m not the one who takes forever,” naruto spat back, one hand sliding between your legs, spreading you open. “tell him whose dick you want first, babe.”

but you couldn’t speak — not when sasuke stepped close and grabbed your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he pushed two fingers inside, fucking them against your tongue. “she doesn’t need to choose,” he said flatly. “we’ll both take her.”

you moaned around his fingers, slick pooling between your legs, and naruto laughed — a low, hungry sound — before he shoved your panties aside and slammed into you from behind.

you screamed.

he didn’t give you time to adjust. he just fucked into you hard, fast, relentless — his grip brutal on your hips, panting against your back while sasuke watched, stroking his cock slowly, lazily, his eyes never leaving the way your body jolted with every one of naruto’s thrusts.

“she gets wetter when i watch,” sasuke murmured, stepping closer. “doesn’t she?”

naruto’s hips snapped harder. “shut the fuck up and give her your cock already.”

sasuke obeyed.

he stepped in front of you, his tip brushing your lips, and you opened obediently, tongue out, eyes already glazed. he fed it to you slow, groaning when you sucked around the head, letting him push deeper, inch by inch, until your throat clenched around him and he hissed between his teeth.

naruto fucked harder.

sasuke fucked your mouth.

they didn’t stop.

naruto slammed into your soaked pussy while sasuke choked you on his cock, both of them growling, grunting, fighting through you with every thrust. your body was just between them — used, filled, stretched, dripping.

“fuck—she’s tight,” naruto groaned, slapping your ass, making you jolt forward onto sasuke’s cock.

sasuke laughed under his breath, hand tangled in your hair. “she’s a mess.”

“you love it,” naruto snapped.

“i do.”

your eyes rolled back, body shaking, spit running down your chin as sasuke thrust deeper, faster, fucking your throat with those sharp, rhythmic snaps of his hips. naruto was losing it — fingers digging bruises into your flesh, cock twitching deep inside you with every squelching, obscene slap of his hips against your soaked cunt.

“gonna fill her,” naruto growled. “wanna see it drip out.”

“don’t cum yet,” sasuke barked, yanking your head back. “not until i do.”

“fuck you—”

“focus.”

you whimpered, cunt clenching, body strung tight. you were already coming, already unraveling, and they didn’t care. they just used you harder.

then sasuke’s hand slid down, fingers finding your clit with surgical precision.

“cum for us,” he commanded, voice rough, almost broken. “now.”

your body exploded. you sobbed, body convulsing as your orgasm hit like a fucking earthquake, cunt spasming around naruto’s cock. that set him off — he snarled, slammed deep, and spilled inside you, ropes of hot cum flooding your pussy, dripping down your thighs as he groaned into your neck.

sasuke yanked out of your mouth just in time to jerk himself fast, hard, and cum across your lips, your cheek, the bridge of your nose. you blinked, gasping, tongue out, trying to catch the last drops.

they stood over you — panting, feral, undone.

you were soaked, messy, used.

and smiling.

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i think being fingered so deeply that their palm stays grinding up against your clit with each thrust of their fingers is very romantic actually

[shikamarusgirll]

nothing is hotter than someone who's reallllyyy into eating pussy. licking and sucking and kissing because it turns them on to taste you and get you alllll over their face

[shikamarusgirll]

ᓚᘏᗢ ⦂ your boyfriend is not home, that’s the perfect opportunity for his dad to eat your cunt. — likes & reblogs are appreciated!

his tongue is deep in your cunt.

nanami is not teasing. he’s not licking pretty along the outside. he’s got you open, one hand anchoring your thigh against the bed, the other wrapped tight around your hip. and he’s fucking you with his tongue proud.

you don’t know how long he’s been down there. you lost track of time somewhere between your second orgasm and the wet sound of him moaning into you like he’s starving.

his nose nudges your clit every time he thrusts in. you twitch. whimper. try to move, but he just presses you down like you’re not going anywhere until he’s satisfied.

“stay still,” he mutters into your cunt, voice low and rough, hot breath washing over your slick folds. “you keep running and i’ll just have to start over.”

you whimper again, because you can’t stay still, not when he’s curling his tongue like that, not when your pussy’s so wet it’s dripping down his chin.

his mouth is slow but deep, maddening. he fucks into you with thick, measured strokes, tongue dragging along your walls like he’s tasting for something specific.

you gasp sharp when he flattens his tongue inside you and grinds his face up against your clit, letting your cunt pulse around his mouth while he hums low, satisfied.

“tight little hole,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to spit down onto your pussy before diving in again. “sloppy already.”

your legs tremble, one hooked over his shoulder, the other spread wide and shaking by the edge of the bed, toes curling against the mattress.

you’re soaked. soaked. the kind of wet that’s messy, pornographic, shameful. the kind of wet that makes his brows furrow and his eyes flick up to yours, just once.

“you need more?” he asks, voice flat but not unkind. more like he’s taking inventory. like your body is his to manage.

you nod fast, embarrassingly needy and barely able to speak.

“use your words.”

“yes,” you pant. “more, please—fuck, don’t stop—”

he doesn’t. he doesn’t even blink.

his fingers come up, sliding into the mess of your folds, spreading you open while his tongue pushes back in. two fingers press down just above your clit while he tongues you harder, deeper, face flushed against the slick mess of you.

you can feel it building tight in you. it’s so sharp and knotted, like something’s going to snap and nanami knows. of course he knows. he’s too precise not to.

he shifts his grip, presses two fingers to your clit in slow, heavy circles while he tongue-fucks you through the slickest, most humiliating orgasm of your life.

your back arches. thighs shake. your mouth falls open and nothing comes out but a broken little cry as your cunt clenches around his tongue and gushes wet down his chin.

and he doesn’t stop.

not until you’re twitching, boneless, soaked and spent under his mouth. not until he’s sure you’ve felt everything.

he finally pulls back, breath steady, eyes dark.

wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he calmly adjusts his watch. and that’s when you realize.

you’re dating the wrong blood line.

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🜼 ⋆ freak choso sucks on your tits while you wash his hair.

he doesn’t mean to do it like that.

you’re just sitting on his lap, trying to rinse the shampoo from his hair, but his hands slide up under your shirt like they belong there. like touching your tits is part of the routine now. and when he cups them. his big hands soft and warm against your skin. he hums low in his throat like it’s calming him down.

“these help,” he mumbles, dragging his thumbs over your nipples, slow like he’s petting them.

you twitch. hard.

“help what?” you whisper, breath catching.

“me. it helps me concentrate,” he says simply. like it makes perfect sense. like rubbing slow circles into your aching nipples is normal you for, like it’s therapeutic. meditative.

then he leans forward, still wet from the sink, and licks one, just one, soft and flat and your thighs tremble on either side of him.

“they taste clean,” he says, like he’s evaluating you.

and then he sucks. open mouth, full tongue, cheeks hollowing like he’s trying to drink something out of you. one hand still squeezes your other tit like a stress toy, absently stroking your nipple between his fingers.

you whimper, your hips rocking forward desperately looking for some friction.

he pulls off with a quiet pop, looks up at you and blinks.

“…do you want me to stop?”

“no,” you gasp. “just—don’t talk about it.”

he nods. then puts both your tits in his mouth again.

and keeps sucking.

like it’s just something he needs. like it’s how he self-soothes. like you’re the only thing that tastes right.

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accidental overstimulation by oral where he gets so into eating you out that he doesn’t really notice the way your legs start twitching and the way you squeeze around his fingers and the way your back begins to arch as you get all breathless and whiny with your pleas.

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🜼 ⋆ piercer!geto sucks on your tits as a ‘well done for taking care of them’ after he pierced your nipples.

“they’re healed already?” he murmurs, crouched in front of you on the edge of his bed, dark eyes focused, lips barely parted.

you nod, proud of yourself—his shirt draped over your shoulders, half unbuttoned, just enough for him to see the swell of your chest, the glint of metal where your nipples poke through soft skin. “mhmm. no crust, no pain. i cleaned them like you said.”

he smiles. not the soft kind. not the sweet one he gives strangers.

no—this one is filthy. slow. the kind of grin that says you did good, so now i’m gonna ruin you for fun.

“atta girl,” he praises, reaching up to run his thumb just beneath one of the piercings, careful but firm. “you followed instructions so well. can’t have my favorite girl walking around with infected jewelry. what would people think of my work?”

you shiver as his fingers skate higher—palming your breast, his thumb brushing the ring with almost reverence. he watches your reaction closely.

“still tender?”

“no,” you breathe. “feels good now.”

he hums. “that’s all i needed to hear.”

and then his mouth is on you—hot, slow, greedy.

he doesn’t go fast. he lingers. sucks your nipple into his mouth with a low groan, like he’s waited weeks for this. his tongue flicks over the barbell, teases the metal, makes it jingle slightly before he closes his lips around it and suckles.

you gasp. your hips twitch.

his hand presses gently on your waist, keeping you still. “mm-mm,” he murmurs, lips still latched. “let me take my time. been dreamin’ about this since the day i pierced you.”

he kisses the underside of your tit, then trails to the other one—hands cupping you up like you’re a luxury he saved just for himself.

“look at you. so proud of your pretty piercings. showing up here all healed just so i’d put my mouth on them?”

you don’t even answer—you can’t. his mouth wraps around the other nipple, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make your thighs squeeze together.

he pulls off with a pop, then looks up at you, mouth glossy, voice husky.

“these belong to me, don’t they?” he asks, hands squeezing your tits together just to press a kiss to both at once.

you nod, eyes glassy, lips parted. “yes, sugu…”

he smirks again. “good. because now that they’re healed, baby…”

he leans in, brushing his nose against your chest, lips ghosting over both rings.

“i’m gonna ruin them all over again.”