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[slut4daviii]

character(s): g.tomioka

pt(s): 02/02

cw: (i think) praise, slight marathon sex, overstimulation

summary:

a/n: this had plot. i swear. and I’m writing this on five frappes, three cups of coffee, and 30 mins of sleep so……

title: birthday/anniversary sex

w/c: 1300+

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Giyuu squirmed, his back pressed firmly against his porcelain sink in a sickly sweet manner, pleasure beginning to overlap pain.

he swallowed a gasp, bringing his palm between his teeth to muffle his own… indecent noises. “ffhugk!! s—stop t—teasing… please.”

a chuckled reverberated from above him, followed by a slick noise that made his leg twitch in anticipation. they shook lightly, adding to the overflowing strain in his muscles. he gripped your bicep, nails digging inward to keep himself from falling. “[n—name]!!”

you chuckled, moving your fingers further apart to insert a third, “yes, Mr. Tomioka?”

his eyes rolled slightly, walls tightening around you, almost as if he didn’t want you to move. as if… he wanted you inside of him forever; in front of his husband, in public, with his family, at work, everywhere.

you smiled at him, pulling your fingers to his rim, circling the pulsating muscle before lightly tapping your fingers against it.

his legs again faltered, shaking as his fingers left scarlet streaks lining your back. “p—please…! I need you, need your cock— mfmgh… mmm…”

you kissed him, wrapping both hands around his lower back to left him from the sink. he quickly responded, wrapping his trembling legs against your waist, grinding harshly against your still covered dick.

you smirked into the kiss, pressing against him for a second before pulling away. he reacted quickly, bringing his hips down to meet yours, sending electricity flying gracefully between the two of you.

you broke the kiss, panting lightly. “Giyuu,” he arched his back, dick rubbing between your abs as copious amounts of pre-cum leaked from his tip. “aw, c’mon, you called me, remember?” you chuckled, biting his lip before continuing, “c’mon Giyuu, I know you want it…”

he nodded desperately, dick twitching violently. you looked at him, drinking each one of his features — he was so beautiful. how could his husband give up any of this? “god, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” he blushed, turning the same color as his tip.

“you know how to really thank me?” you paused, wrapping a hand around his tip, “cum.” at your tone, Giyuu panted, thrusting into your palm endlessly—

“I—I can’t! ne… need your co—cock! please!”

“you can do it. c’mon, Giyuu, show me how much you want it.”

you undid your belt, reaching into your pants to roughly jerk yourself off, rolling your neck at the instant pleasure. “fffuckk! Giyuu! I wanna show you all the things your husband can’t, but… you gotta cum for me.”

Giyuu gulped, your tip, not even fully erect was already touching his back. he felt pleasure run along his veins, a burning sensation at the base of his dick.

placing his face into your neck, he inhaled your scent, the aroma slightly musky from your previous work on his other sink. his eyes almost completely disappeared into his head, hips thrusting warmly against your abdomen.

“yeah, you got it… cum for me.”

at the praise, Giyuu moaned shamelessly, the borderline screams echoing through his house and into the neighbors. it was obvious that he’d abandoned all shame long ago, only worried about his, and your, pleasure.

he bit his tongue, toes curling as he felt your tip enter his body— “[name]!”

you, reaching disparity, slammed him down, your tip embedding itself into his womb. you moaned into his shoulder, feeling utterly complete as his warmth slowly surrounded you.

Giyuu was blissed out, body unable to comprehend any other sensation but the thick ropes of semen erupting from his quickly emptying tip. it was amazing. after a month of masturbating to your image, he finally had you. and it was better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.

he was still cumming, eyes blank with pleasure as you began moving him along your dick— the feeling of your tip, even at his entrance, still burning in his stomach.

you we’re holding onto what little composure you had, shallowly thrusting into him to keep yourself grounded, not wanting to… ruin him.

every thrust, every glimpse of contact, every second of Giyuu’s walls pulling you back in, swallowing every inch of your cock so graciously… it did something to you. pulling you further and further into his web of sex, love, and desire.

“mmmhh…”

even you were speechless. unable to form sentences, let alone, think about anything else in that moment. “fuhgggkk…”

Giyuu shuddered with pleasure, limp in your arms as he fell from grace. his breathing was rigid, faltering flat of what it should’ve been. his throat was parched, coaxed in a layer of invisible sawdust. “[n—name]?”

you’d stopped moving, breathing quickly to stop your still approaching orgasm. back against the wall, he placed his hands on your biceps, both trapping him against you. he moved slightly, walls again clenching around every inch of your dick. “n—nghm…”

that was the last straw.

the last whim of patience in you.

your final whim.

you moved your hands, one coming to Giyuu’s lower back while the other moved to lift his thigh above your shoulder, giving you better access to his body.

“[n—name]…? what’re—AHNK!! nmgh!! fuhhh—ck!! [n…name]!! sl—slow do—wn!… ghmhnn…”

you only panted, your eyes shut closed with pleasure— head tilting back as your orgasm quickly climbed towards its boiling point.

Giyuu screamed around your cock, hands sliding down the wall as you continued to slam into his swollen hole, hands gripping his soft, milky white thighs. oh… his thighs. you were in love.

“nghk! s..so— oh my god… so good! you—your… mgh!! [name]!! plea—se!! keep— please keep g—ghouing!”

oh, you were falling in love. his moans, his thighs, his tearful eyes that seemed to gleam under the flourishing florescent lights.

he was so perfect.

so so perfect.

you pressed closer to him, your tip throbbing endlessly. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you pulled out, lifting Giyuu’s other leg, “you— ngk, fuck!” your tip was beyond sensitive, flushing a shade deeper before you plunged back into him, biting his neck at the same time.

your orgasm rang through your entire body, a deep groan echoing around you before a high-pitched moan from both you and Giyuu belting out. your legs shook lightly, head tilted back to another angle. “fhhuggk, Giyuu!!”

he also came, legs endlessly shakin on your shoulders, “[n—name]!”

“I love you.”

you slightly hesitated, looking down at the blissed out male, smiling at him, “happy anniversary, baby.”

[slut4daviii]

character(s): g.tomioka

pt(s): 01/02

cw: cheating, cum-eating, masturbation

summary: idk but giyuus husband is cheating and giyuu is fantasying about his neighbor. one thing will lead to another and you’ll find that forgetting an anniversary will never end will for the forgetting party

a/n: hi. | minors and non-male aligning DNI

title: anniversary sex

wc: 1250+

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scandalous.

he knew his thoughts were everything but pure.

scandalous.

he knew his thoughts should only pertain to his own husband and the life they’d built together.

scandalous

but… he couldn’t. he couldn’t keep his eyes from the widow. couldn’t keep his thoughts from wandering; forming indecent images and scenarios.

his thighs pressed inwards at the situations created by his imagination. each one a different position, different pose; exploring each other’s bodies, igniting new passion into one another.

“haa— hah! [n—name]…!” he’d moan into your chest, dragging his fingers down your back in such a crude, indecent manner.

you’d groan into his neck, inhaling the fresh scent of his shower, the fruity scent still lingering from the perfume he spent seventy dollars on. just for you.

you’d press yourself deeper into him, embedding your tip into his womb. “ahh!” a high-pitched yelp. he would put his hand on your v-line, trying to stop your movements.

you’d only go harder, dismissing his mindless mumbles of “ngh!! t—too… too de—ep! s—sl—slow d..d—down!!”

he would know.

you would know.

his husband would know.

everyone would know.

that he wanted it. just how you gave it to him; slow, deep, mind-breaking stokes that left him breathless at every thrust.

“you wanted this, right? watched me from your widow. rubbing yourself to my form, hoping I’d come and sweep you away from your husband.”

he’d choke on his words, clawing at you for any sort of support. his eyes would roll backwards, an orgasm rippling between the two of you, staining your chests in a sticky white substance.

“Gi—“

you’d move your fingers to his chest, lifting his legs to his shoulders in the process. your fingers would slid along his abs, soaking up his spewed semen and bringing it to his—

“Giyuu”

—mouth, forcing him to taste his own—

“Giyuu!”

—seed. he’d moan around your fingers, the salty taste of himself pushing him over—

“GIYUU!!”

Giyuu pulled back from the sink, dropping the cup he held in his hand, shattering it.

his husband stood across the short kitchen distance with a briefcase in hand. he adjusted his tie, tugging on the fabric to adhere to his neck.

“Giyuu, where was your mind? I’ve been calling your name for five minutes.” the man chuckled

Giyuu smiled, glancing back to the window before snapping his vision back to his husband. “J…just thinking of our anniversary.”

his husband hummed, closing the buttons of his suit. “anniversary?” he chuckled, burning a hole into Giyuu’s chest. “our anniversary was two months ago.”

Giyuu glanced at the calendar on his refrigerator, looking at the heart over today’s date.

His husband followed the look, panic rushing through his body. “Uh—uhm I mean, I, I was thinking of your birthday..!”

‘my birthday was two days ago.’ he thought

Giyuu looked back to the window, no longer seeing the picture of his fantasies. ‘where’d [name] go?’

his husband came behind him, palming his ass and resting his chin on Giyuu’s shoulder, disregarding his obvious discomfort. “are you mad at me?” his husband moaned into his ear, harshly rubbing his front against Giyuu’s back.

Giyuu remained silent, earning a harsh thrust “oh, I’m sorry Giyuu, I’ve just been so busy. but, I promise, when I get back, we’ll celebrate all you want.”

“Get back? where are you going?” Giyuu asked softly, not surprised by his husband’s actions.

“I have a business meeting with Rengoku. It’ll last a week. I’m sorry!”

Giyuu nodded, moving away from the man to pick up a banana from the table. “Well, you better go now, I forgive you.”

his husband smiled, placing a quick peck on his forehead. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

Giyuu nodded, undoing his apron to take a shower.

“oh! I called [name] over to fix the sink, he should be over later.”

Giyuu stopped his movements, feeling heat rush to his face. “ok, love you.”

as fast as his husband had entered the kitchen, he was gone, leaving with only a distracted “mhm.”

Giyuu continued to his room, removing the rest of his clothing to begin his showering process. he pulled a basket from under his sink labeled ‘[name]’ and continued on his way, reliving his fantasy from earlier.

he felt a smile etch its way onto his face, burning into his features

“I’ll see [name] soon…

[slut4daviii]

character: t.shigaraki

pt: 01/01

cw: face-fucking, praise, degradation, yandere-themes, vibrational quirk, body worship, dark DARK themes, fingering, marathon cumshots, sexual torture, strong submissive/dom themes, sir/daddy kink, hate-fucking

summary: Shigaraki kills [names] gf then kidnaps him, wanting a relationship but gets something much more…pleasurable.

a/n: this shii is straight ass. i jus finally got over my writers block😻. i swear to you guys, the next smut i write will be 100x better. trust me pls.

title: [name]’s BITCH

wc: 1200-1700

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it was dark.

utter obscurity.

hushed voices whisked around you, echoing into the silent background that was yourself.

you tried to move— tried to undo the bindings around your wrist; they only tightened, burning your skin in an agony you wouldn’t wish on anyone.

you let loose a hiss, somehow putting the whispers to rest. you could feel eyes dart to your body, feel their sting against your revealed skin.

you turned your head away, cursing lightly. ‘where the fuck am I?’ you weren’t asking anyone in particular, just trying to calm your racing nerves.

“finally awake, hm?”

you listened intently, perking your ears to hear better. the voice sound so familiar, as if… you’d known him for years.

“not a talker, huh?”

you continued to listen; trying to make out whom you were speaking with.

“are you mad at me, [name]?”

you gritted your teeth at the question, hissing again at the increased pressure on your wrist.

“oh, please don’t be mad at me [name]! I swear I don’t mean to hurt you! I just couldn’t stand to watch her take you away from me any longer.”

you reeled back, eyes darting aimlessly around the darkness still plaguing your vision.

“I had to do it [name]! if I didn’t, she would’ve took you away from me and became your wife! then you wouldn’t realize how much you need me and not her!”

the words weren’t making sense, ramblings from a person you knew but couldn’t see. through his manic dialogue, you’d figured out one thing— he was the one who killed your girlfriend.

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

his mumbling ceased at the sound of your voice. replacing itself with a suppressed moan. “ye—yes sir?”

the words came out jumbled, unformed and quick. breathy and quiet. they made way to your ear, quelling the anger inside of you.

“you killed [gf/name]?” your tone was heavy— deep and rough, sending pleasure running down Shigaraki’s spine.

“she was taking you away from me—! I had to do something to get your attention, please don’t be mad at me!”

you stayed quiet, closing your eyes to slow your breathing.

“s—sir? are you— you mad at me?”

the word ‘sir,’ he kept using it. despite him being in control of the situation. he kept referring to you as the… dominant one; making it clear that he wanted something from you, something that seeing your girlfriend have, made him go crazy with jealousy.

“c’mere.”

Shigaraki moaned softly, his body moving without instruction. he stood over you, awaiting your next command.

“take off this mask and the ropes around my arms”

he hesitated, shaking with anticipation; “b—but sir, you’ll try to le—leave me!” he began begging you, “anything else! please! I’ll do anything for you!”

“anything?”

“yes, yes please! anything!”

“take. off. the mask. and these ropes.”

Shigaraki let out a gasp, sharply inhaling before removing the burlap sack that was attached to your shoulders.

your vision was glared, blurry and unfocused behind the florescent lights overhead. you stared up at Shigaraki, waiting for your vision to clear. when it did, Shigaraki shimmered— his eyes were lined with unspilled tears, his body shivered with emotion, and he looked… ravishing.

“now the ropes.”

tears flooded his face, and an expression of pure despair overtook took him; shoving his pride to unconscious depths.

he did as you said, pulling the ropes from your skin before standing back; waiting for you to leave.

you looked at him, watching at tears ran downwards, falling to his chest. you smirked at this— reaching for his hips and pulling him unto your lap, simultaneously activating your quirk (vibration).

he moaned breathlessly, back arching to a near perfect crescent. “why’re you crying? I haven’t even put it in yet.

before he could answer, you slid your left hand down his back— slipping your fingers into his pants and pass his already prepared hole.

“you’ve already prepared?” you began vibrating your fingers, repeatedly smashing into his prostate.

“GHAK!! [n—name]! yo—you’re nhgk! so fuhgking deeep!”

“oh? do you not like that?” you began thrusting— adding a third in the process. Shigaraki screamed into your neck, cumming instantly.

“ju—just cuhm, came! s—st—stop! too much!”

you tilted your head to the side, smiling up at the fucked out male. “I thought you wanted this? you killed my girlfriend to take her spot right? well now you have it, all to yourself babyboy.”

Shigaraki’s eyes rolled back, his head following suite. you smiled at him, placing your hand on his back and leaning forward to bite his adams’ apple.

his body convulsed, cumming inside his pants once more. “damn, again? usually [gf/name] can last longer, you know? actually make me nut first.”

you withdrew your fingers from him, pushing him onto the floor. he heaved— gasping for air. his body still shook from his previous three orgasms, twitches of pleasure running circles across his nerves.

you laughed, leaning down to grab him by his throat. he went almost completely limp, only smiling as you brought his tear stained face closer to yours.

“do you want daddy’s cum? want me to fuck your face until you pass out?”

Shigaraki eagerly nodded, hands coming up to grasp and grip at your clothed cock. “wan—wanna make s—sir p—proud.”

you felt your cock twitch at his nature— slutty and submissive, a complete 180 of his public figure: cold, heartless, and brutal. you kissed him, passionately swapping your tongue into his mouth.

“open your mouth.”

he obeyed, sticking his tongue out in the process. you grinned and spit into his mouth, “don’t swallow it.” your fingers gripped his neck, digging into the skin, “understand?”

he convulsed, on the verge of another orgasm.

“fucking slut.” your tone was dipped in laughter, mocking his lustrous appearance. you let go of his neck and moved to your own pants— undoing the jaw strings of your sweatpants and pulling out your cock.

Shigaraki looked on with awe, admiring every vein and bulge that lined your beautiful cock. you jerked yourself once or twice, feeling pleasure instantly fill your mind. you looked at Shigaraki through lidded eyes, smirking inward. “you ever taken a dick this big?”

he looked like a bitch in heat: rubbing his thighs together, panting, drool rolling down his chin, eyes glossy and tear-stained.

you clicked your tongue, motioning him closer. he obliged, moving so that your balls were touching his lips.

you lifted his chin, holding your cock at the base. “is it pretty?” he nodded impatiently, sticking his tongue out to lick your tip. “aht aht.” your slapped him with your shaft. one time on the left side of his face, then once on the right. “answer my question first.”

Shigaraki pouted, trying to connect your cock with his tongue. you rolled your eyes and pulled away, slapping your cock on his tongue instead. he moaned endlessly, trying to fit your tip between his lips. “plu—please [name]! fuck me! pound me until I can’t take it! I’m your slut! I’m your slut! pleasee!”

his desperation was evident, making it difficult to keep your composure. yet, you persisted. “how much do you want it?”

Shigaraki groaned, back arching painfully. you tsk’d and grabbed a handful of his hair, shoving your cock into his throat. he choked, spit running down your balls and up your pubes. you pulled him away, giving him a second to breathe before your shoved him back down, going even further— making him take you to your base.

“how much do you want my seed?” you pulled him off and waited for a response.

through spit and drool, he held up his hands, “I’d kill my own family for it! I’d—I’d—I’d leave all for one and the league of villains just for a taste of you! [name], I’d kill myself for your amazing— he began kissing up and down your shaft— beautiful, hard, thick, glorious— he shoved his face into your balls, sucking the skin skillfully— ghod sihzed purfecet dhick!!”

you took pride in what you could do with your cock, and Shigaraki’s begging only intensified your ego.

you pulled his hair, lifting him to your tip. he used his tongue to align it with his mouth, sinking to the base immediately. you sighed blissfully, letting your head fall back, indulging in all the thoughts of what you would do to ‘the king of villains’

you looked down at him, watching as his slid up and down your length, his tongue lapping over even inch of skin and his cheeks hallow enough to pull your soul out.

“what’s your name, Tomura?”

he slowed, coming to your tip with an echoing pop. spit and precum fell from his mouth in an adulterous fashion, a line of spit still connecting him to your tip.

“[name]’s bitch.”

[slut4daviii]

character(s): d.kaminari

pt: 02/02

cw: fingering, cum/anal eating, edging, praise kink(?), daddy kink, brat taming, caught, post-shower sex, mind-fucking, slight degradation, belly bulge, size kink, thigh-fucking (kinda)

your step-brother thought he had a few more minutes before you got out of the shower. he learns the hard way what happens when you’re caught masturbating.

a/n: i hate this shit sooo fucking much. | i gave up halfway through (thats what took it so long to come out. | minors and fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT

title: whatcha up to, sparky?

wc: idefk (prolly 2000-2500)

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he only had another minute or two.

steam rose from the crevices of your locked bathroom; music blaring from the other side.

“[n—name]! ng—ngmh! nhg!….fu—fugk! right there!” the words left his mouth in an unceremonious fashion, sounding more like a broken record; he said it again, and again, repeating himself almost indulgently. a hand ghosted his twitching erection, blazing forth a sleuth of high-pitched moans.

your hands reached for the knobs, twisting it off in one swift movement.

“just a little longer baby.”

I—I can’t…! pl—please [name]! I need to— nghm! cum!” the machinery within his body continued to spear his insides, impaling the deepest depths of his mind. with a steady flow of electrons— curtesy of his quirk, the speed of his ‘toy’ increased drastically, now entailing itself into his stomach.

“mmhg! [na—name]! I—I’m gon—gonna cum!”

he listened intently, already having memorized the audio’s contents. your voice spoke to him, shooting daggers into his body.

“does my good boy wanna cum?”

Denki nodded— phonetically speaking through gritted teeth. “tes! [name] le—lemme cuhm!”

“no.”

his body retreated away from the sound, his head snapping backwards at the edging.

sweat trickled from his forehead, exhaustion clawing at his hips. he pressed your shirt— sweat-ridden and freshly used— further against his nose, inhaling deep breaths of your musky scent, the smell sending him overflowing with lust.

he squirmed against your sheets, moving his hands to slam your pillow over his face. “nmfgh…! [n—name]! mfg—ghm!” he pulled the pillow away— vision still slightly obscured by your shirt.

“aww, I’m hurt… comparing me to something as small as that.”

Denki shot up, his quirk mushing more elegant arcs of electrical surges into the machine— it picking up enough speed to make him lurch to his side. “uhng! wa—wait! wait [n—na]! wait, it—it’s not what—what it looks like!”

your body coupled into his vision, the tranquil curves of your muscles blurring behind the liquid wall of lust coaxing Denki’s body. beads of water rolled over your smoothing skin— the moisture from your shower still sticking to the surface of your body.

“oh? is it not? then what’s goin’ on, …zappy?” the nickname fell from your lips like a satin blanket, dully dressed in the glorious afterglow of pleasure.

the toy inside of Denki was still moving, strongly striking his nerves in mind-blurring fashion. “nnguh! it—it’s because of—of your v—oice! the video you made!”

you smirked, a dark chuckle leaving you. “so you watch my videos? that makes you a perv, y’know.”

Denki fumbled, his facade falter alongside the coiling strings of semen erupting from his slit. “unug—ha!” his moan was spun on the web of a gasp, snatching his body’s actions away from him. “I— uhg! …n—no! that’s n—not what I—nghm! meant!” he gulped back his shame, sitting up against your wall. “I— was j—just…” his eyes traveled everywhere, looking for a plausible explanation as to what he was very obviously doing.

you pushed off the frame of your door, dragging your tongue along the ridge of your teeth. “so what did you mean…Denk?’”

the way the nickname burrowed yourself into his skin make him quiver with anticipation. though he didn’t know what to expect. “anything you wanna say?” the question was laced with greed— almost as if you were teetering on the idea of turning him into a, your slut.

your knee connected with the edge of your bed, your weight dipping the mattress intolerably. the water from your hair dripped down your body, running circles on your torso before making way to your v-line. “I—nghm! I was, just… just trying to…” his eyes lowered. “uh! uhm, well… I guess you— we…!”

“eyes up here, Denk’.”

you brought your hand to his chin— almost in a cliché sense, your eyes locking in a one-sided battle. “so, Denk… what were you doing?”

you were hovering over him, your height difference clouding, if not completely obscuring his perspective. your bulge pressed into the cusp of his thighs.

a shallow gasp escaped you, your head dropping to look at him. his legs were shaking slightly, the skin of his body smooth and perfectly poised. “god, your so beautiful.”

Denki flushed; his eyes darting around articulately. his body was cleansed of its own blood, now replaced and replenished by the torrents of your own; he was bound to you. bound in your spell.

“is this my shirt?” his eyes finally focused, the grey material momentarily filling his vision before you took it from him. “is this where my clothes have been going? on your pervy little curves? helping you masturbate?”

“n—no! I haven’t been d—doing anything, man! I’ve ju—just been low on—NGHM!” Denki’s hands came up to your shoulders: gripping and scratching along the skin. “[n—name]! I—I just said that— ngh! I didn’t st—steal your cloths!”

your fingers intersected themselves in the innermost nerves of Denki’s body. he reflected the feeling of arousal in his eyes— the sensation causing the irises of his eyes to gloss over with tears.

“this isn’t about my clothes, Denk’” you groaned, feeling Denki’s legs press on the head of your cock. “its about you. and what you’re doing in my room. with my shirt over your face, and a fuck machine in your ass.”

you displaced your fingers, rubbing them along his prostate. “so, what exactly are you doing?”

Denki threw his head back— a sound erupting from his mouth in a dysphoric rage of moans. “mmgh! I— I w—was low on—ahgn!” a sharp thrust of your fingers stopped his sentence, his cock twitching with precum.

“stop lying Denk’ you know mom hates that shit.”

your cock throbbed painfully, the towel around your waist falling to your thighs— your cock rubbing against your step-brother’s abdomen. “c’mon Denk’” you almost whined, desperation washing over you in arcs of painful crescent moons. “I’m so… fuckin’ horny.”

your fingers glistened within him— a grandeur sound resonating within him. he audibly gasped at it, trying to move away from you but your sudden grip on his thigh altered his movements, making him slide under you instead.

he gulped, finding himself floundering around at the feeling of your cock against his stomach. it aligned with the skin just above his belly button. his movements were spastic, a jumble of jerks and twist sending molten plasma down your shaft.

“Denk…” your words were cold— rigid with seething but controlled gasp. “if you keep movin’ like that, I’ll cum.”

Denki blushed, a liquid crimson band covering his entirety. his movements momentarily halted, the surges of lust nestling into his stomach, coiling into a warm feeling that tightened with each move of your fingers

however, they left his body in a sickly masochistic way. you brought your fingers to your mouth and slid your tongue along the skin, maintaining a dysphasic tone of eye contact. the look in your eyes heating Denki’s body to an all time high.

your fingers, now covered in a flowing sea of spit and lube reached for Denki’s lips— breaking the surface of his mouth. his heartbeat was in his throat, yet, he still took your fingers into the depths of his mouth.

you played with his tongue, using your index and middle to balance the pink muscle in a titillating, slightly uncomfortable fashion.

you moved once more, shoving yourself into his throat. he choked and gagged, spitting around your knuckles but made no attempt to stop your brutality.

after a few seconds, you took your fingers away from him, letting him breathe.

“what were you doing in my room, Denk?” you asked once more.

“hnah! mng—h! I—I wasn’t doin’ anything, ma—man!”

you chuckled, moving your hand to your cock— stroking from base to tip. with your other hand, you wrapped his torso in your forearm, lifting him to your v-line. “tsk, tsk. mom would be disappointed.” your tip grazed his hole, “first, you have the shameless idea to masturbate in my room, then you lie about it.”

you pushed inward— also grabbing your shirt and shoving it into Denki’s mouth. he moaned around the fabric, his eyes crossing when you had yourself fully excavated within him. “I guess you’ve always needed a little more time to learn things…”

your hips fell away from him, dragging your tip down the ridge of his spine. the afterimage of your shaft was still intact; exhibiting through his pelvic muscles. it was filthy. utterly disgraceful to witness. “but… it’s a good thing you’ve got me.”

not a second later, his catalyst was filled once more, your cock reaching intolerably deep into his physique. his arms slid down your chest— leaving scarlet marks on your abdominal walls.

a hiss left your lips, the sound similar to a snake. you grabbed his wrist with one of your hands, using the other to snatch your shirt from his mouth. “haah! [n—name]! de—deep! c—cock too deep’n me…!”

you wrapped his wrist in your shirt, taking the edges of the bindings and crossing them into his drooling lips— the knot forming a gag. “my what?” you mocked, laughter soon filling your white-walls. “too deep? you were just using a fuck machine, jerking your dick to the smell of my clothes! now it’s too deep?”

you began thrusting shallowly, moving his thighs to your chest and pulling his legs to fall down your back. a swift motion of your hips shook Denki’s body, pushing him into his second orgasm.

he tightened around you, a convulsive throbbing in his cock and rapidly clenching hole gave way to the white twine and muffled moans of your step-brother. he thrashed his hands around— vigorously trying to grip onto anything.

you grinned at this, continuously thrusting into him. Denki felt his consciousness leaving him, his eyes falling lidded and heavy.

you, stuttering over the feeling of your own body, groaned profusely— your hips stinging with exhaustion. “you— mgh! you can’t handle my dick? if you wanna tap out, just tell me what you were doing in here.”

Denki mumbled, not knowing how to form correct words. “I—nguhm! ne— never anyth’ng! do th’ng!” he consulted his eyes, the orange pupils glass-like and heart-shaped. “nghu! FUGKH! m—man! ca—can’t think!”

a skeletal architecture altered into his body, forming a permanent semicircular shape— an arch lifted his body off the bed, rubbing your slit into his prostate.

both of your came— your cock trembling with painful arcs of melancholy emission staining the onslaught of Denki’s organs. his body spasmed with crude pleasure— his eyes rolling into emptiness.

his body went limp in your arms: mouth slack, eyes closed, and breathing shallow.

he’d passed out.

your body heaved, heavily burned from your orgasm. your cock was still deep within him, your semen creating a barrier between the two of you— however his warmth was still surrounding you in surreal relief. it begged you to keep going, begged for you to unload your balls and every drop of cum you had into him.

a gulp traveled intermittently across your tongue, cascading into your throat. you casually slipped your finger onto his waist— gripping the skin in a gentle embrace.

you pushed your pelvis further into him, your tip ramming against the bottom of his enclosure. your head tilted back, eyes closed with plenty more pleasure.

you pulled from him, slamming back against his skin in a single breathless moment. his body rippled through with waves of light. sweat enchanted his body like a giant cloud, puddling on his stomach— entrancing the skin alongside the pool of his cum.

you again thrusted into him— this time harsher. you were transported to another world, blissfully unaware of Denki’s stirring body. he was waking back up, his cock sleek with pre-cum.

his vision was still obscured, the feeling of fabric still plastered over his tongue. he whined, more pre-cum falling from his slit. “mghph— phuhk muh! [nuhmhe]! chaut c—can’t cuhm! n’more!”

you couldn’t hear him. you were completely lost in your own thoughts: the same words repeated throughout the entire time, “fuck him! fuck him until he can’t walk! fuck him! fuck him! fuck him fuck him fuckhimfuckhimFUCKHIMFUCKHIM!”

your thoughts mushed together, a singular statement that dug deeper and deeper into your mind. it burned into your brain, forcing your hips to move internally deeper, milking a third orgasm from Denki. he couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, he was racked with tears— crying out in ecstay

you were panting heavily, biting down on your lip to keep your sounds of elation. your orgasm was slowly steeping upon you, the feeling setting off a buzzing sensation all over your body.

“fuuhk… Denki, I’m gonna— Imma cum.”

Denki’s legs shook with excitement, another orgasm rumbling through his body. he screamed around your shirt, pressing his hips against yours. spit dripped from his chin, running down his abdomen and onto his maroon shaded tip.

overwhelming coils of heat knotted within you, pushing your hips into an uneven pace

you weren’t aiming at anything, just hitting Denki’s body over and over again. you were chasing after an orgasm that was mere inches away.

sloppy thrust turned to harsh, animalistic tactics— erratically fucking Denki into the soft cloth rubbing against your balls. you were going crazy, the heat from your abdomen shooting into your tip, choking you in a panicked rage.

you leaned down to Denki, ripping your shirt from his lips, quickly replacing the cloth with the chapped skin of your lips. you messily kissed along his face, moving sloppily to his neck. “who’s your daddy?”

Denki moaned— the sound hoarse and cracking. “y—[name]! m’daddy! m’yer slut!”

the words only continued to edge you, your tip twitching inside him, “say it again— fuck… I’m so close to giving you my kids…!” your shaft throbbed at his mindlessness, the moans bouncing like embers from a raging river of fire. “please, say it again…! what’s my name, Denk?”

“daddy! da—duaddy! mngh!… ma’cuhm! cuhm n’daddy’s cock!” again Denki clench around you, his swollen hole screaming at you to keep going— keep abusing him until your name was spelled into his organs.

“fu—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence, a powerful surge of pleasure rushing through every blood cell in your body, energetically jerking your lower body around. like an angry explosion your cum clawed its way through you, pushing out any and everything you had within you, transferring it into Denki.

Denki’s cum was clear— thin and falling onto his pecs, dripping like water onto his face. he shivered at the feeling, not having the energy to move or even breathe correctly.

you sighed, head falling painfully to your pillow, the feeling of Denki’s hair right beside your face annoying the nerve endings of your skin.

you pushed his head away, closing your eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

until…

“[NAME]! DENKI! WHAT IS GOING ON?! WHAT ARE THE TWO OF YOU DOING?!!”

you gulped.

shit.

[slut4daviii]

character(s): d.kaminari

pt: 01/02

cw: masturbation, voice kink, scent kink, Denki daydreaming of your [GIGANTIC] cock, praise, degradation.

summary: gay boy jerks off to his step-brother’s voice. that’s it. thats the plot. | also working on my first request, I just had these in stock.

a/n: Minors | Fem-Aligned DO NOT INTERACT | also, denki is literally the superior bottom, you can’t change me mind on the matter.

title: an influx of attention

wc: 500-600+

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he’d never thought of it— the expression foreign within his own mind, even on his tongue it felt weird.

a sensation of shock translated through his body, the feeling echoing across his facial features in a light blush.

his sensitivity rose, tickling at his satisfaction in such a way it was maddening. again his hand rose, a mixture of spit and lube outlining the soft curves of his hand against his painfully erected cock.

he knew about your profession. knew all about the things you’d ‘accomplish’ while in the confines of your own room— door locked shut, lights off, a ring-light shining brightly upon the sweat riddled skin.

he’d heard your groans— unintentionally listened to the sounds of your hand sliding gracefully across your large cock, the head flushed a much deeper color than the veins covering your pulsating shaft.

he’d felt his own demeanor falter at the sound, body malfunctioning against your doorframe. everything around him seemed to ignite sparks along his skin— invisible embers jumping from every inch of his body.

your shirt was pressed up to his nostrils, frantic and sporadically deep breathing fanning over the material. his eyes rolled at your scent— a soft mix of cologne and body oils that swirled through his mind, pushing him further into your grasp.

he synchronized his strokes to your voice, only moving his hand when your spoke. “heh, you like it when I edge you? stopping you from cumming around my cock?” he whined, thrusting his hips into the air, all self control completely leaving him.

“you don’t deserve to cum, do you?” all your insults felt genuine— as if you were actually talking to him, burning his skin with meaningless wordplay while your cock continued to burrow its way into his guts.

he would’ve outed himself long ago if it weren’t for his biting down on your shirt, muffling the sound of his blissful pleasure. “I ‘ou! I ‘ou! I wafth tuoh cuhm!”

you chuckled into your mic, resuming your stokes. “I guess you’ve been a good boy… taking me so well.” you stifled a groan, looking back at your door to see if Denki was still sitting there.

you knew he was there. always playing with himself to your voice— edging his cock in beat with your instructions.

you’ve seen his search history. the amount of times he’d fallen asleep with your videos playing— clothes discarded, and tip red was insurmountable.

you’d taken note of all your missing clothes; shirts, pants, white-beaters, socks, briefs, jackets, hoodies— almost your entire closet, raided.

you were just waiting for him to speak up. waiting for his fatal slip up: be it accidentally opening your door, moaning too loud, or even asking you straight out to fuck him until he passed out.

you turned back to your mic, breathing shallow and sharp. “cum for me, Denki.”

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[slut4daviii]

character(s): m.namikaze

pt: 01/01

cw: cheating, student-teacher | 20 - 25, praise, belly bulge, size difference, office sex, blowjob, handjob, (bttm male reader),

summary: they were jokes until they weren’t.

a/n: you already know, minors and fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT. | also, i have no excuse for writing this beside i want minato to absolutely [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] the fuck outta me, DISRESPECTFULLY | also pls request something | also, some parts might not make sense bc i couldn’t decide on one plot over the other, also i couldn’t decide if it was lime lemon or smut until literally the handjob scene

title: admiration, beyond anything else

wc: 2200+

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“I bet you’re fucking sensei!” Sakura randomly blurted one day, distracting you and Naruto from your game.

you and your friends had joked about it in the past. joked about your longing stares at him, or even his tendency to pick on you for questions, or how you were top of class— a perfect 110, day in and day out.

“ha?!” the two of you yelled, but for differing reasons. for you, it was utter disgust and an insult, but for Naruto, it was fear. he didn’t think you would stoop that low, but… there was still the chance.

“well, I mean, you’ve got the highest score in class.” Sakura followed, flipping her phone to show you the latest test the collective had taken. “everyone failed— except you.”

you rolled your eyes, bored with the conversation already. “so I’m smarter than all you and that means I’m fucking Naruto’s dad?”

Naruto flinched at the implication, your harsh tone and blunt way of saying it made him shiver. “you really don’t have to say it like—“

“then there’s the way you look at him! you stare at him like he’s the most perfect thing in the word!” Sakura continued, cutting Naruto’s sentence short. “and he always calls on you to answer questions!”

“so I’m sensei’s favorite” you shrugged, “if you and Sasuke stopped fucking each other on every surface available to you then maybe you’d be at least passing.”

Sakura blushed, retracting her phone and smacking you in the back of your head. “s—shut up! id—idiot!”

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now looking back, the answer you gave was straightforward, a blunt no. just like your perception on the world. it’s either yes or no. nothing in between.

then why were you standing in front of him?

“it started as a inquisition.” you’d say, “a burning question you wanted answered” you’d considered saying— but scrapping it for something simple “and who better to answer it than my favorite teacher?”

“a nomadic mind.” that’s what he said about you, rubbing your head in the process. “[name], you have such a nomadic mind, always wanting to know more. I wish I was like you when I was younger, —he let out a small chuckle, the sound reverberating within you, a blush slowly creeping itself onto your features— “you’re doing a great job, prince.”

you and your friends had joked about it in the past. joked about your longing stares at him, or even his tendency to pick on you for questions, or how you were top of class— a perfect 110, day in and day out.

but now your speculative mind had developed beyond your controls. why did he refer to you as prince? he said he was taking a monarchial view on things, and if the teacher was the ‘ruler’ of the classroom, then the top student was the ‘prince/princess.’

but why did he only call on you? you’re the only one that answered his questions. but why not dub his son as the prince and you the knight or something of the sort? that was impractical, something Minato-sensei wouldn’t want to do.

for every question you had, another voice would snuff it out, making you feel like this wasn’t a good idea. ‘I need to leave.’ you told yourself, turning to leave.

but he stopped you. his voice— not too deep, but not overly high-pitched like Naruto’s. it was rich— like a endless sea of red paint, something consistent and unbroken.

you felt weak, a pit growing within your stomach. “[name]?” oh god. even when he was concerned he was hot.

“is there something you need? something you want to talk about?” he was standing beside you, the height difference between the two of you even more apparent now. he dwarfed you by at least 4-5 inches.

you turned, raising your chin to look at him. “would— would you?”

he tilted his head, trying to hear you. “hm? would I what?”

you sighed, your heartbeat increasing tenfold. it was so loud that, even if the classroom was full— buzzing chatter and laughter, you were sure he would still hear it.

“[name]?” he brought his hand to your face, coercing you to talk. “are you okay? do you need me to—“

‘fuck it’ that was your last thought. your last sting of sanity. and it broke when you reached up to his neck, your fingers finding way into his golden locks.

you brought him towards you, your lips colliding together in a manner that only lovers got to experience. but you weren’t his lover— no, you were his student. and this indecent act wouldn’t go unpunished. but, for right now, you didn’t care. all you wanted was him.

your hand found its way to his jeans— the denim outline protruding in a manner that only aided in showcasing the twitching bulge within.

Minato brought his hand to your waist, the other on your chest. he pushed you away, catching his breath in the process. “[n—name]! hah, ngha! what— what was that?! I—I’m married!”

you bit your tongue, wanting to explain yourself but the apprehensive look in his eyes set off a fire in you, a fire so hot that it dared to burn the both of you if not maintained correctly.

Minato was sitting on his desk, looking between you and his fluctuating arousal. “[n—name], what happened? why are you so shameless all of a sudden?”

you didn’t know if it was the fact that he degraded you, or if it was just the overwhelming urge to have him call you ‘prince.’ again, but you couldn’t stop yourself from walking to him.

you placed your hands on either sides of his thighs, trapping him within your bodyframe, knowing he could very easily move you if he wanted. “sensei, I— I… can’t help myself.” you stated honestly, “you’re incredible! the way you rub my head, or call me prince, I—I like it… more than I should.” you looked away from him, a blush overtaking your entire upper-body. “an—and it’s not like I want to be with you or anything. I don’t love you, I just want to…” you eyes flickered back to his still semi-hard cock, the sight doubling your heartbeat.

“I just want to return your kindness.” you almost pleaded, lowering to your knees. Minato watched at you fiddled with his belt, his thoughts running more laps than his heartbeat could count. he looked into your eyes, seeing a burning question within. his own pupils dilated, focusing solely on you. I mean, how could he deny his favorite student?

you hastily tried to pull the belt from its configuration, struggling more than you would like to admit. Minato chuckled softly, some of his arousal turning into admiration. “hold on, let me help.”

he grabbed both your hands, holding them within his palm. you blushed, feeling your body flush completely. he sat down within his chair with you between his legs, half your body under his desk. he undid his belt and pants, unzipping his fly in a torturous manner. “sensei…” you whined, wanting to feel every inch of him in your throat.

he put on a closed-eye smile and chuckled “s—sorry, [name].”

you turned away again, grumbling softly. “its f—fine, sensei.”

Minato grinned, pulling his hands away from his boxers, letting you do whatever you wanted.

jumping at the opportunity, you attached your hands to the waistband of undergarments, wanting to pull them down but feeling a harsh shove— strong enough to move you completely under his desk. his lower body followed suit not even a second later, his bulge almost connecting with your face.

you were going to ask him what happened when you heard Naruto’s voice. “dad, have you seen [name]?”

Naruto?

“N—Naruto! what—what’re you doing here? and did I tell you to use your honorifics while I’m at work?”

“what’s the big deal, y’know? nobody’s in here.” Naruto combated, a whine present in his voice.

“you’d be surprised”

“huh?”

“n—nothing!”

you would’ve laughed if the situation wasn’t as asinine. however, your attention was on something else, something a lot more… entertaining.

you shifted your body towards Minato’s, the warmth from his resonating against yours. you brought your hands to his waistband, tugging it low enough for his cock to spring out.

fuck.

he was much bigger than you thought, almost double what you had in mind. and he wasn’t even fully hard. you inhaled, feeling your own cock swell painfully.

“anyways, have you?” Naruto replied

“have I— ghk! fuhck…”

Naruto jumped back at the sudden outburst, his head tilting to the side at his father’s uncharacteristic swearing. “did you just… curse?”

Minato tried to steady his breathing— his hand traveling to your hair, wrapping his fingers into the [strands/coils/curls], tugging softly, his silent attempt at telling you to stop.

you pulled off, a line of spit connecting your lips to his reddened tip. you breathed deeply, soft pants breaking the looming silence between father and son.

you, after coating your fingers in spit, brought them to your clenching hole, easing one in— slowly at first. you heaved, laying your head against Minato’s thigh, connecting your lips to his tip, cleaning any and all pre-cum from him.

“uhm… n—no Naruto, I haven’t seen [name] since,” he paused to think, giving you time to reattach yourself to his shaft, sucking every inch that he let you. you deep-throated him skillfully, his pubes covered in a concoction of your spit and his pre-cum.

“uh—umh not since— fuck… your class period.” he finished breathlessly. each one of his words were followed by heavy pants, the rigidness to his sentence growing by the second.

Naruto seemed to take this, turning to walk out. Minato relaxed, his head dropping onto his desk. “oh dad?”

he tensed up, a unconvincing smile crossing his features. “yeah?”

“mom said she’s making udon, and needs you to pick up a few ingredients.” Minato nodded frantically, sweat trickling from his forehead.

“alright, see you at home.”

“see ya!”

still under your sensei’s desk, all you could go off was sounds. the sound of a door clicking, then footsteps retreating from said door.

Minato again twisted his fingers into your hair, this time rolling his chair back to put some distance between the two of you. “hah… [name], yo—you can’t do that. what if we were caught?”

you rubbed your thighs together, the friction sending harsh stimuli to your pulsating cock. “I’m sorry.”

Minato sighed deeply, pulling his hand from you. “its ok, just— c’mere.” he patted his thighs.

you stood up, finding a comfortable position on your sensei’s body. you placed your hands on his shoulders and you face into his neck, inhaling the faint coconut scent from his cologne. the smell only hardened your cock, wanting to get closer to the man.

“[name]?” Minato called, his voice soft and comforting. “have you prepared?”

you nodded, not exactly telling the whole truth. you could only use one finger because Naruto kept talking, making Minato retract from you.

“alright, how do you want it?” he asked. and you almost stopped functioning, not knowing how to respond to something you should’ve been thinking about the whole time.

“I—I was—wasn’t thinking about th—that.”

all you got was another chuckle, “that’s ok.” he pulled you from his chest, locking eyes with you— blue clashing against [e.color]— before continuing “what do you want me to do, prince?”

you writhed at the nickname, it was so commonly used when you got a question right, or did something praisable— but now, in this context, it was something else.

Minato brought his hand to your pants, maintaining eye contact with you, “do you want me to touch you here?”

the in your gut returned, this time hotter, burning itself into every blood vessel— searing pleasure into your bloodstream. you couldn’t answer, the fire taking all the oxygen from you lungs, leaving you speechless.

you opted to nod, feeling his hand slither against your trembling cock. he freed it from its confines, slowly moving his hand up and down, the even pace making your skin crawl with pleasure.

“is this good?” he asked, hoarsely, the blue in his eyes frosting over with lust.

fire requires oxygen— a basic chemical procedure, and yours was steadily taking more and more, burning as hot as the sun.

you again nodded, your head falling against Minato’s neck, trying to catch even a small breath.

“I need you to use your words, pretty boy.” he coerced.

a raging inferno— the only thing that could remotely describe the feeling slowly overwhelming your body.

“y—yes.” your voice was soft, faltering through any cracks presented.

his hand tightened, also gaining pace each time his thumb pressed against your tip. “ngh! sen—sensei! I’m g—g’na cum!” you called, thrusting your hips into his palm.

“go ahead, be a good boy and cum for me.”

your eyes rolled, tears welling within the corners. “mhgn! cumming!” the fire once in your gut traveled to your shaft, pushing out countless stings of cloudy white semen.

Minato continued to stroke your cock, milking your through your poweful orgasm. he kissed along your neck, leaving light hickeye’s “that’s it. come on, you got it.” he praised, his kisses pampering you endlessly. “good job, prince! you did so well!”

he stopped, looking at your washed form, wiping your hair from your forehead and kissing softly. “good job.”

you swelled at the words, also smiling against his chest.

he brought his other hand to your ass, his index and middle fingers finding a way inside of you. “do you want to keep going? or are you satisfied?”

his cock pulsed against you, making you shiver at the thought of having something that big inside of you. “I—I can… keep g—going.”

he smiled softly, pulling his fingers from your body, replacing them with his tip. “are you sure? you don’t have to force yourself, babyboy.”

you nodded, determined to have you sensei cum inside of you. “yes, sensei. just put it in, please.”

Minato flashed a closed-eye smile, his features warm. ‘reminds me of Kushina, so eager for me.’ he thought before sheathing himself within you.

“nghk! s—so fuckin’ de—deep!” you moaned, eyes rolling backwards. Minato blushed at the exclamation, rolling his hips to find your prostate.

you felt every movement, every inch pulsing inside of you— and every vein that lined his cock. “ple—please sensei, move already…!” you whined, grinding against him.

he nodded, pulling you into a hug. he readjusted himself in the chair, finding a comfortable position before sending shallow thrust into you, his tip easily crushing what would be you womb—if you were a woman—

“ngh! mngh! sensei! right—right there sensei!” you called, feeling him hit a spot that had you seeing stars.

he hook his arms under yours, picking you up effortlessly. you shifted at the sudden stop in his movements, whining about being close.

you felt a hard connection against your back, followed by the warmth of Minato’s toned chest. “now just relax, I’ve got you.”

butterflies filled your stomach, undoubtedly running into Minato’s cock. he pulled out until only his tip remained before slamming back into you. your back arched against his chest, his pace rising slowly.

the repeated abuse to your insides had you on cloud nine, seeing stars so bright your vision went white— climaxing immediately.

you tighten around Minato, making him grunt against your ear. “fuck… you take so well baby.” his thrust were sharp, aimed precisely at the spot that kept you clenching around him— he’d memorized everything about you in such a short amount of time, his lips hungrily attacking your neck with kisses.

one of his hands were against your stomach, pressing in on the bulge his cock formed against your organs, the other holding your waist to keep you firmly against him.

“mnh… you’re so tight.” he breathed out, licking along your adam’s apple to only bite softly against your clavicle. the sudden sensation had you cumming all over again, spraying your chest and his abdomen in a white sticky mess.

“just a few more, I’m getting close, prince.”

despite being close, his pace never changed, the same sharp, aimed, deeply mind-numbing thust still fucking you out of existence. “do you want me to pull out? or keep—“

“in! keep it in sen— sensei! keep it in! please.” he groaned at your desperation, pulling you from the wall and setting you onto his desk— a missionary position that left you completely exposed under his watchful eye. the hand that he had on your waist moved to your thigh, his grip tightening to accommodate the change in pace.

his other hand stayed on you stomach, the bulge showing more clearly through you. “you’re so pretty, [name].” he leaned down and kissed you, his lips shuffled knowingly against yours, making way for his tongue to dominate every part of your mouth.

but as quickly as the kiss was initiated, he broke it— panting heavily “fuck, prince I’m gonna cum!” he tried to move backwards but your legs came up, locking him in place.

through heavy, lidded eyes— a sweat riffled body, and a weak, mumbling smile, you spoke: “I s—said in me, sensei.”

he groaned, finally moving his hand from your stomach and to your other thigh. he thrusted harsher, his balls slapping against your backside from the force he put into his movements.

“fuck! [name], take it!” his cock throbbed, shooting cum so deep inside of you that it stained your body in a lewdly crude way. he continued to move inside of you, his cock sliding and pushing his cum deeper into your being. “ngk! you’re so, oh god… so fucking good for me!”

you shot a final cumshot, weak and thin, pulled forth by the feeling of carrying your sensei’s cum— so deep and warm within you.

you both basked in the heat of your orgasm, the twinkling lights of fulfillment binding the two of your together.

Minato panted, closing his eyes, and pulling out. he pulled you off his desk and cradled you bridal style, walking to the classroom door. he peeked his head out before carrying you the teachers lounge.

for some reason I thought of this after writing that horrendouss vivid smut.

enjoy.

“hey naruto?” you called

“what’s up [name]?”

“is your mom ever in a bad mood?”

naruto took a few second to think before smiling and shaking his head. “nope, i dont think ive ever seen her frustrated or angry without a reason.”

[name] chuckled softly

“why?”

“no reason, but I know why.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean I know why your mom is always happy.”

“you do? how?”

“because I do the same things she does”

“really?! like what? tell me!”

“well, gardening, cooking,” ‘your dad’ “sleeping, and be around you of course.”

you ruffled his hair at the end of your sentence, smiling at your friend.

“aw, thanks [name]!”

[slut4daviii]



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Throw-Up Kink. | No.

Feces | Shit | Scat-play/kink | No.

Age-play | Obscene Age Gap (Max is 4-5 years older than the LEGAL age of consent. (i.e. 18 - 23) | Besides that, No.

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Rape | SA | Non-con | No, disrespectfully.

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Slurs | I just don’t feel comfortable doing that so | No.

[slut4daviii]

character(s): i.hashibira

pt: 01/01

cw: phone sex, masturbating, voice kink, toys, overstimulation

summary: sleep, sometimes it was just so overrated.

a/n: fem-aligning | minors DO NOT INTERACT also, if anyone wants to request, imma make a masterlist inna a few hours.

title: a thump in the night

wc: 1200+

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“oh shit!” your voice trailed off, casually descending Inosuke’s walls, the mumbling of his own voice practically desensitized next to your hoarse, unwaveringly powerful tone.

he hissed out a groan, similar to you but much more needy. his fingers; index and thumb, came up to his pink nipples, rolling the bud between themselves. he let out an uncharacteristically soft moan, using his right hand to edge himself— stemming closer to his imminent orgasm

within his room, there was a soft humming noise, muted by the sound of your consciousness game noises, none of them being unfamiliarized to him. he heard the rapid gunfall, followed by hushed footsteps, then an unexpected burst of sound.

but what stuck out to Inosuke Hashibira was the sound of his own boyfriend. the way he would groan at each death, or suck in a quick breath to prepare himself to go around a corner, or even curse under each unprovoked breath.

another muffled moan left Inosuke, this time to the sound of you stretching. your voice was deep, almost lucrative in tone. and as each one of your joints popped, you would usher out a deeper more firm groan.

of course, in your case this wasn’t sexual by any measure. but Inosuke was a spectacle not too many people got to know. and for this reason.

you two had been dating for two years, and in that timespan, Inosuke had asked you to fulfill a few of his… fantasies.

the first being “[name]! oh [name]! I got an idea!” you should’ve left right there, but you didn’t, feeling obligated to listen to another one of your boyfriends dumb ideas. “you should fuck me!” was all he said. cut clean and dry, right? wrong. “you should handcuff my hands behind my back and wrap a collar around my neck!”

ok, not too unusual for him. it could be worse right?

“and do it while I’m hanging out of a window!”

you stopped, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “what?”

expecting him to back down was the first of your mistakes, thinking that the muscular broad was going to back away from you. no, instead, he repeated his order request.

“you should handcuff me and fuck me while I’m hanging out that —he motioned to the window perched right in front of your door— “window with a collar around my neck, choking me and threaten to drop me!”

the word butchered into your mind, imagining what that would look like. it was pretty. but you shook your head. “Inosuke.” you started softly, “we live on the tenth floor.”

“I know! I know! it’ll make it more fun! and then people can see how good your dic—“ you placed your hand over his mouth.

“no.”

Inosuke whined against your hand, his eyes looking up at you full of lust and desire. “Inosuke, I’m not fucking you in a window.”

that was your second mistake. thinking that Inosuke would just take that. so, from that moment on, Inosuke would come up with a new idea everyday. each one more chaotic than the last.

and you would know, you kept a list in your phone. for education purposes obviously

WAYS AND PLACES TO FUCK INO-CHAN

hanging outside a window

in the middle of a mall

in front of his parents

(with tanjiro)

(with mr.tomioka)

(with mr.tengen)

(with mr.rengoku)

until he blacks-out (then keep going until he wakes back up)

when he’s doing laundry (specifically, he wants to get ‘stuck’ in the dryer and have me pound him until he’s came enough time to fill up a cup)

children’s playground

against a tree

on a train (let anyone join)

on a priest alter (on a sunday)

the produce aisle (so he can snack)

while playing the game

with a gun pointed at his head (NOT doing that)

gangbang with at least 10 people present, but only 5 have to join.

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Inosuke was a wild card, but who could blame him, whenever the two of you do fuck, he cums at least four times, making sure you do the same.

but right now, the —in his mind— greatest idea in the world had been bestowed upon him. phone sex

you were still playing your game, giving it your full attention, believing that Inosuke had fallen asleep several hours ago.

Inosuke on the other hand, pulled the vibrator from his hole, leaving it slightly agape, rapidly clenching around his any movement.

“[name]…” he called to you, the sound suppressed by a moan. “nhgm… [name]! I—I need you!”

your ear twitched, not knowing if you were a) hearing things, b) hearing your boyfriend, or c) hearing something from the game.

you took your headset off, it falling to your neck in one swift motion. you strained to hear the sound again, also looking for your phone. “where did I—“

“[name]! mgh!” slick sounds rang from the corner of your bed, followed by another row of heavy pants. “[name]… I wan’to see you!”

you finally found your phone, pulling it from under your blanket and stared at the sight blaring from your dimly-lit screen.

Inosuke, with his legs parted and fingers crossed into himself. he was blushing madly, sweat falling from every inch of his skin. “mghm! [name]! [name]! lemme— your cock! I wan’tsee your cock!”

you felt your pants swell at the intonation and words, he was panting heavily, lust practically dripping from every word that left his mouth. “In—“ you gulped back your words, fumbling to find the right ones. “I—Inosuke..”

the boy tilted his head back, the raspiness of your worn out voice hitting him like a truck “fughk! [n—name]! say again! talk t’me, please!”

again your cock grew, impatiently throbbing against the silk lining of your boxers. you didn’t know what to say, it was a bit of anomaly, usually Inosuke was the one speechless, bound and hanging by your every word, but now it was you.

“w—what do I say?”

Inosuke increased the speed of his hand, moving it along his length like the bullet of a shotgun. “an’thing! call m’slut! tell m’what yer gon’ do t’me!”

a flash of heat hit you, making you sharply inhale. you brought your hand behind you, finding your chair and sitting down. you pulled at the waist of your sweatpants, yanking your boxers off.

like a reanimated corpse, your dick sprang upwards, bobbing against your abdomen. by this point, Inosuke had noticed your quiet nature, thinking you went back to your game and tilted his head to look at his phone. it was perched up against something you couldn’t see, but when the two of you made eye contact, he came. his hole rapidly clenching then unclenching.

you propped your phone against your controller, moving quickly back to your painfully hard erection. you curled your fingers around your throbbing length and began tugging, feeling. like you could cum at any moment. “Ino, I need your voice. c’mon, talk to me.”

Inosuke shuddered, never moving from his revealing position. he looked at you through lidded eyes, watching as your hand traveled teasingly slow up and down your thick shaft, muzzling the tip in a full 360 spin before repeating.

“mgh! I want that! want daddy to fill m’up! wanna—“ he fell back panting, this stimulation from his screen too much. “want you in m’stomach. playing w’my organs. wanna clench around your big fat cock.”

Inosuke’s were only jumbled mumbles now, barely audible. but from what you could hear, you loved it, moving you hand faster, adding spin occasionally. it felt like your tip was on fire, begging to be released.

“c’mon babyboy, what’s my name?” you asked, your cum tickling up the middle of your shaft.

“d—daddy.” he mumbled, cock twitching with rigor. “you—you’re ngh! daddy!”

“oh yeah.” you croaked, your cock teetering on Inosuke’s every word. “say it again, cum for me, please.”

the word please made Inosuke weak in the knees, moving his three unused fingers to his empty hole and plunging them deep. he let out a string of moans, the sound instantly going to your cock.

“fu—“ you bit the insides of your cheek to suppress your moan, but the pleasure was too much— overpowering your body. “fughk! fuck! Ino-chan! haah! hah…” your orgasm maneuvered through your every vein, stars dancing within your blood vessels.

Inosuke was close, relentlessly thrusting his fingers into his hole “close! clo—“ his orgasm spoke faster, ripping forth from his slit, spraying thick, milky white ropes of semen all over himself. “ngkh! mgumh! fuhgck!” he seethed, the feeling too much.

another round of semen shot from him, this one not as powerful but just as plentiful, coating his chiseled abdomen and pubic hair, slowly trailing to his hole, outlining it in a temptation too strong to resist.

you picked up your phone and spoke with haste, “I’m coming over.”

assembling your things, you went straight to your bedroom door, hearing the click of a knob before a voice brought you to a screeching halt.

“[name], what the fuck was that?!”

your online friends, all clamoring over the sounds they’d just heard.

“fuck, you don’t know what you do to me, Inosuke.”

without another glance, you left your friends, blushing and talking amongst themselves about how you were masturbating.

“but… why was it hot—“ one said, earning a loud disturbance from the other two.

“SHUT UP!!”

[slut4daviii]

character: y.itadori | r.sukuna

pt: 02/02

cw: threesome, cum-eating, praise (itadori), degradation (sukuna), orgasm denial, brat/brat taming, size difference, face-fucking, mind-games, dumbification, masturbation, belly bulge, marathon sex, body worshipping, incest (indirectly), sexuality denial, fingering, eating-out, overstimulation, heat-play, breath-play, choking, objectification (sukuna), breeding, exhibition, voyeurism, marking, sadist (reader), masochist (sukuna), power-play, edge-play, humiliation, spanking, hair-pulling, biting, intense foreplay

summary: “being gay is like being funny, one day your joking, the next, you are the joke” -Marilyn Monroe 2026 also, please do not have sex with someone who is having sex with your siblings

a/n: the quote above is satire, please do not take it seriously. also, minors | fem-aligning DO NOT INTERACT omfg this was good until it wasnt. extreme shit. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

title: two down, nothing to prove

wc: 2000+

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“nmgh! fgmh! [name]! fuchk— fucking stop it!” Sukuna berated you, his voice dipped in honey— the words lining your spine with a tingling that only seemed to grow in magnitude as he continued to whimper against you. “hngh! [n—name] too much! gonna— g’cum!”

you reeled yourself backwards, basking in the sight of the boy laying in front of you. his disheveled appearance only entwining the growing heat in your stomach.

his body— tasting like a mixture of milk and honeycomb only pulled you back in, marking each inch of skin with either dark hickeye’s or snoppy bite marks and kissed.

he writhed against the feeling, wanting to tell you off but, he couldn’t. you were doing too good. your tongue was working miracles on him yet you hadn’t touch his cock yet.

��pl—please [name]! touch me! please touch—mnph!” his lips were soft, slightly bruised due to your abundance of kisses beforehand. the two of you had been making out for at least an hour; you were edging him, kissing him until his lungs burned with carbon dioxide then grinding against his ever-growing boner. he couldn’t take it.

breaking the kiss, he turned his head to the side and gulped, “hah— haah! [name], I need to ugnh!” you began to kiss his neck again, licking from behind his jawline to his adam’s apple before baring your teeth to a bite of the metaphorical ‘forbidden’ fruit, eliciting a sharp groan from him.

his hips bucked wildly against yours. trying to get you to let him cum. but, you stopped him with your thighs, pinning his to the bed will using your dominant hand to hold both of his wrist down. you looking at him with a predatory glance, making him shrivel into himself. “what’s wrong? don’t ya wanna cum?” he nodded frantically, trying to move but being unable to.

“mnh! [name]! do some’ing! I can’t hold it any longer!” he cried, his voice cracking with pleasure. you gripped the waistband to his pre-cum soaked briefs, ripping them off with a second thought. out-sprang his reddened cock, throbbing and twitching, the veins bulging slightly.

you reached over to his dresser, opening the top drawer to reveal a golden ring, roughly the size of his cock. you smirked and brought it over to him. “you wanna have some fun?” you sadistically smiled down at him. he shook his head, clearly showing that the two of you had totally opposite definitions of ‘fun’

“aww, c’mon S’kuna, I want to see how long it takes until you break.” sliding the ring onto his cock was slightly harder than you thought, only due to his constant wrestling against the cold metal. you pushed the ring a good distance down his cock before bring that same hand to his neck, pressing on the sides. “stay still, or I’ll leave you just like this, all hot and dry.” you tighten your hand, making his body convulse softly and eyes roll backwards. “understand?”

through his own dry orgasm, he nodded. this left you with a smile. “see, you can handle it for a lot longer.” you removed yourself from his bed and ducked under the bed, pulling out a box of assorted toys. “holy shit, you really are a slut.” you mumbled, more to yourself than him. not that he could even focus on you.

you pulled out four different things: another cock-ring, a dildo, circular vibrators, and an electroshock padding. “oh, we’re gonna have a lot of fun S’kuna.”

his cock twitched at the sight of the toys, and as much as he shook his head, you and him both knew he wanted it. you placed one knee on his bed, your face showing unbridled glee. “I wonder….” your hands moved to the lube on his dresser, flicking the cap and squeezing a generous amount on your digits “…how Yuuji would react, knowing that his brother was such a low-down cock-whore.”

“m—m’no— m’not a—a whore!” his words were sloppy, inconsistent and utterly euphoric. they made your cock throb within your own clothing, but you were saving that for someone else. slowly, you pushed your index finger into Sukuna, thrusting softly before curling it to rub along his velvety sweet walls.

Sukuna incoherently moaned, begging and occasionally screaming to [name]: “I w’cum. cuhm— fugking whanna— wantta cuhm!” the sound just pushed you closer and closer to your edge.

“what was that? you wanna cum?” you asked, bring your other hand to Sukuna’s cock while simultaneously inserting another finger into the silky surface of his body. you must’ve been multitasking to the highest degree, jerking him off and scissoring his slick insides.

“nghk! FUHK! cum! cum! cum’n! cum’n! gon—g’cum!!” Sukuna threw his head back, but, in a slightly anticlimactic fashion, nothing happened. nothing at all. only a few twitches followed by an obscure amount of crystal clear pre-cum withdrawing from his tip.

“I thought you were gonna cum, S’kuna? where’s the good stuff?” you continued to softly twist your hand in a semi-circular way, moving up and down his shaft at an even pace— also thrusting three fingers into him. “I bet Yuuji would’ve came. he’s a good boy, much better than you.” your nonchalant insults went straight to Sukuna’s cock, making him throb while letting out a string of quick butterfly screams.

“yeah, I should get Yuuji, he’d be much better. at last he’s not a dirty slut. he has dignity and respect for himself.” your voice and thrust began to match each other, more harsh straightforward strokes that echoed off the walls of Sukuna’s room in an almost erotic, indelicate manner.

“hm? should I bring Yuuji hear? fuck him until he passes out? and leave you with nothing?” you asked, despite knowing his answer.

“n—unt uh— plu— pluhse! not Yuuji! ‘lease no ‘uji” Sukuna slurred.

you took your hand away from his cock, also pulling your fingers from the warmth of his insides. this time replacing them with the two circular vibrators. they were a decent size, and remote controlled. you stuck one inside of him, followed by the other and turned them on.

the reaction was immediate. Sukuna writhed against his sheets, his eyes lidded with euphoric excitement. you took the dildo from beside him and pushed the tip inside of him, slowly increasing the number of inches inside of him.

you bit your lip, turned to get the electo padding but catching something out of the side of your eyes: Yuuji Itadori, panting and masturbating against the hallway wall. now this, this made you smirk a devilishly delight.

you took the electro padding and began to stick it to Sukuna, one on the inside of his right thigh, repeated on the left side. you also attached on to his lower abdomen, neck and both forearms.

with the remote in your hands, you took a step back and cocked a hand on your own sweatpants, palming yourself out of pure eloquence.

“Yuuji” you called, looking over at the door a few seconds later. “do you wanna do the honors?” through tired eyes, Sukuna sat up, glancing around the darkened room. “uji? h—here? wher’? n—no get ou—out!”

you grinned at this, beckoning Yuuji to come closer, to which he did, rather quickly actually. he stood in front of you, his eyes innocently wide. you couldn’t wait to ruin him— take every bit of innocence away from his body.

you gave him the remote, moving your hands to his waist. you applied pressure, squeezing your cock between you and his ass. it was the best thing to graze the earth. “oh, Yuuji.” you moaned, grinding against him. “do you wanna be my good boy?”

Yuuji turned to look at you, the expression in his eyes mimicking a more tame look of lust. silently, he began nodding.

you nestled your head into the crook between his shoulders and neck and breathed, inhaling the sweet scent radiating off of him. “use your words baby.”

your hands fell to his cum-soaked boxers, ghosting his bulge. but, an insatiable desire for him to say yes overtook you— and you slipped the tips of your fingers into the sides of his briefs. “c’mon Yuuji, I need to fuck you.” you ground against him harder, the harsh movement making him yelp. “can I?”

a beat of silence.

a second.

a full five seconds of Yuuji’s heartbeat.

“Y—yes, please.”

That was all you needed to push him to his knees, taking the remote from him— and turning it to the first setting.

a faint buzzing filled the room and Sukuna arched his back, his hands coming up to grip at anything around him. “[name]! c—cuhm!! m’ex—ploded—explozing!”

you smirked, turning the voltage to a higher setting for a collective five seconds before turning it all the way off. then, a thought crossed your mind.

you raked your hands through Yuuji’s hair, pulling him from the ground and throwing him beside Sukuna. you pulled your shirt over your head, slipping out of your sweatpants and crawled to them, making Yuuji blush a deep crimson. “no need getting shy now, we’re already this far.”

Yuuji looked at his brother, his expression morphing into a desire-filled one. second idea.

you shifted Yuuji so that he was kneeling in front of Sukuna’s cock, the red color now reaching down to the base. “you ever wanted to make Sukuna go crazy? well, this is how.”

[name], with more lube, inserted a finger into Yuuji, muting his moans by shoving his head onto Sukuna’s cock. he wanted Yuuji to be prepared but he needed it to be quick, he was bordering desperate.

while scissoring Yuuji, with one hand, he removed the electro-padding from Sukuna and transferred it to Yuuji’s spine. the six pads lining him like a tattoo.

desperateness began to claw at you, the need become too high. you pulled Yuuji off Sukuna and took off the cock-ring, quickly forcing him back on the length.

Yuuji gagged and choked, the warm semen of his brother flooding every inch of his mouth like a bat out of hell.

you pulled your sweatpants off and quickly thrusted into Yuuji, withdrawing a high-pitched moan from him. you pulled Sukuna under the two of you, making him watch as you fuck his brother— a front row seat.

you pulled yourself from him, the tip solely remaining before you snapped your hips forward, the sound of your hips colliding with Yuuji resulting in a sudden shock of clapping.

Yuuji writhed, the feeling of you driving into his organs with no mercy was beyond anything he had ever felt, a mix of pain and pleasure that he would grow to love.

Sukuna, bordering unconsciousness, moved himself to take Yuuji’s tip into his mouth, and each one of your thrust pushed the younger’s cock deeper, making both twins moan out pleasantly.

you grunted deeply, feeling your orgasm approaching much quicker than you had anticipated. you grabbed the remote and turned the voltage to its max, tasing Yuuji in a sudden burst. his body buckled and fell into Sukuna, forced the boy to deep throat him.

you pulled Yuuji’s hair, making him arch his back at such an angle both you and Sukuna had him taken to the base. you laughed at the scene, making both brothers moan, awaiting your praise. “Yuuji, your such a good boy, taking me so well.” you looked at Sukuna and began laughing again, the sound burning bullets of shame into Sukuna’s skin.

“heh! you’re so hungry for dick that you’re sucking you own brother?” Sukuna shriveled but kept going, wanting to please both you and Yuuji. “wow, you are just a cumdump.”

Yuuji finally came, his body convulsing with the arcs of lighting traveling through his body. he moaned, the triple stimulation never ending. “good job Yuuji, now let me fuck you a little longer and I’ll let you have my kids.” you praised to the fucked-out boy.

Sukuna, hearing this, removed Yuuji from his mouth, whining to you, “b—but, I wa—want daddy’s kids!” you had to admit, hearing him so desperately moaning about having your cum was extremely hot.

it made it easier for the knot in your stomach to come undone, and you quickly pulled out of Yuuji, flipping him over and jerking your cock over the two boy.

they opened their mouths to take you, but you wanted more. “gnh! get on your knees.” the boy quickly responded to the demand, going on wobbly knees and hands with their tongues out.

you grabbed both their head, sliding your cock between the two at a rapid pace, “hnk! here, fuck! here it comes!” the two began panting, drool covering your balls and trailing down their chin.

you came almost immediately, the sticky ropes of cum shooting into their mouths and chins. some even landing on their faces. you smiled at this, falling back in a chair.

the two began making out, their tongue covered in your kids, passing it between each other before swallowing it. Yuuji crawled off the bed, connecting his lips with your tip, milking you for any extra cum. Sukuna tried to join but, with all that happened, he was bed-ridden.

you looked down at Yuuji, his cat licks slightly overstimulating you, “mh, who’s a good boy?”

“me! me! m’daddy’s good boy!”

“good job, Yuuji.”

you looked at sukuna and smirked, “and who’s my little slut?”

Sukuna, winded, made a motion to himself, mumbling “me.”

you smirked and sank into the seat.

“we should do this every weekend.

Jesus fucking christ, what did i just write.

also the ending felt rushed, but it is 4:23 inna morning, I am publishing this, masturbating then going to bed.

see yall tomorrow

[slut4daviii]

character: r.sukuna

pt: 01/02

cw: grinding | degradation | humiliation | orgasm control | slight comedy | slightly ooc sukuna | hopefully funny internal dialogue

summary: “everyone’s gay until proven straight” -Albert Einstein 1994

a/n: the quote above is satire, please do not take it seriously. also, minors and fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT [s.name] = sister name, you don’t have a sister? then your really missing out.

title: one down, one to go

wc: 1400+

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The Itadori's estate was something that existed beyond the imagination. A large residential reserve of land tucked comfortably away in a three-way forest covered reservoir. The north, south, and east sides were completely surrounded by towering trees, rocketing higher than the eye could see.

The south side was the only actual entrance to the large building, a winding driveway that spun beautifully around a dove shaped fountain situated in the middle of a crystalline indigo-green pond.

It was passed down the family line, never losing its luster. It was usually used for casual parties: gowns and suits, champagne popping, fancy displays of money, marriage, and even the birth of heirs.

And today was no different, a party was held, yet, in contrast to the past, this was not a political party. No bow-ties or high hats.

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music blared loudly, some teens drinking, some making out, some… conceiving other actions, and yet, some still lay passed out, enamored to the oddly comforting ground.

however, the highlight of this party came from the upstairs infinite pool. inside sat teenagers tispy and intrigued. yet, around it lay half empty bottles of all types: hennesy, schnapps, bourbon, vodka, cognac, and a magnificent magnitude of other alcohols.

a simple game of truth or dare. “a simple ‘do or don’t’ game between underage drunk teenagers” you’d say, knowing damn well it was anything but.

due to the interference of Maki Zenin, four distinct rules were cultivated to make the game much more enticing.

in her words, “the game is really simple, however, the rules make it much more complex.”

RULE ONE: the order in which everyone sits is immutable, so if you want to change your seats, I advise you do it now.

nobody thought to move, leaving the oder of participants as so: Sukuna, You, [s.name], Megumi, Nobara, Toge, Pan (Panda), Yuuji, and finally, Maki.

RULE TWO: there is a limit on how many dares and truths, if two people choose dare, then the person after them has to choose truth. and vise versa for two truths.

RULE THREE: anyone can dare anyone, nothing is off the table. however, if you pass up the dare you have to take a shot, and if you pass up a truth, you have to take two shots.

RULE FOUR: if a dare involves you, you cannot declare if you want to pass it up or not, that’s the choice of the person being dared. but, if they do decide to pass it up, then the both of you have to take three shots.

now looking back on it, you scoffed at yourself for not thinking to switch your seat. you should’ve known your sister was going to… fuck you over.

but, you can’t go back in time, and everyone had already agreed, nodding happily.

“Alright let's play.”

the game started off simple, small dares and obvious truths. the group couldn’t be sure of what to make of each other’s boundaries. but, like everything else in the world, they were pushed to their limits.

you had answered two questions and done one dare: down a whole bottle of vodka in thirty seconds. you failed. but, now, a new round had started and Yuuji was the forerunner.

“Yuuji.” [s.name] called, her voice trailing over the water like a fresh coat of paint. “truth or dare?”

the boy in question cut his eyes to her, a tension setting between them. you knew [s.name] was forming some sort of plan, but you couldn’t figure out what it was yet.

after some hesitation— mainly Yuuji objecting the question and grumbling to himself about [s.name] owning him something— he answered, meekly. “truth.”

Nobara shot up at the inclination, taking it as an invitation to mess with her boyfriend, “is it true you lost your virginity to Megumi?”

quiet reigned over the group, even you, the quiet and stoic hothead, were rendered speechless.

Yuuji on the other hand however was sputtering, his voice coming out jumbled and without full attention. “I— n— Nobara! you—you’re dating M—Megumi! how would I’ve lost my vir—virginity to him?!”

“that’s not an answer, Yuuji-kun.” she responded, lapping at the blush slowly creeping upon the pink-haired blunders face.

“n—no!”

everyone laughed, watching as Yuuji tried to shake the blush crossing his features. his entire neck was a shade of light pink.

you couldn’t care less, ‘why would you want to loose your virginity to another guy?’ now of course you kept these thoughts to yourself, not wanting to upset anyone but you just didn’t understand why or even how two guys do the do.

despite these thoughts, you still found yourself wondering how it would feel— no. you don’t care, you told yourself.

tuning back into reality, you saw Maki blushing, pointing at Toge, who was looking stoic all the same. “Just answer the question.” he edged her.

“n—no! I hate [s.name]!”

it finally clicked, Maki had a crush on your sister. you inwardly grimaced at this, not wanting to even think how two girls… ‘I mean who does the actual fucking?’ you asked yourself

“anyways, Sukuna’s turn!” [s.name] yelled, her voice laced with a malignant grin.

you looked at Sukuna, your eyes traveling over his body before locking on his thighs. ‘if I were to fuck a guy, it’d definitely be— wait, what the hell am I saying? this is Sukuna. he wouldn’t want to do it.’

it took a few seconds, but soon your words registered within your own head ‘AND NEITHER WOULD I!’

but, now that you were thinking about it, Sukuna alway seemed to be staring at you. I mean, not like a normal stare but the type of stare that you give to someone you wanna fuck. and whenever you two are together for longer than five minutes, he starts getting nervous and blushing like a horny schoolgirl.

“alright Sukuna! that’s two truths, now you’ve got to choose a dare.” [s.name] screeched. you winced slightly, rubbing you ear to rid it of your sister’s annoyance. “does anyone have a dare for Sukuna?” not even a second later, [s.name] continued, “good.” you deadpanned.

“now, Sukuna, I dare you to— your sister looked directly at you, her expression matching that of a black cat, mysterious and low— “sit in [name]’s lap. and not just sit, you have to straddle him.”

Sukuna turned a bright shade of pink, his body stiffening against the cold tiles of the pool. you looked at your sister through narrow eyes, she knew you weren’t gay. she knew you didn’t like guys but still pulled this.

“I’ll just drink—“

“that’s not your choice. it’s [name]’s”

you looked down, avoiding not only Sukuna’s but also your sister and everyone else’s gazes. you didn’t want to have him on your lap but… you also didn’t wanna take three shots.

‘fuckfuckfuckfuck.’ you were stuck, not knowing if you should weird out your best friend by telling him to sit on your dick or tell him to just drink three shots like it was nothing.

Sukuna touched your bicep, but pulled his hand back when he felt your muscles contract. “uhm— you—we can just drink. it—it’s f—fine, really [name].”

this was the first time you’d heard Sukuna stutter, was it because of the situation or just because he wanted to sit in your lap?

“[n—name]?” you shook your head and brought your hands to Sukuna’s waist. as much as you didn’t want another guy straddling your dick, there was something in you that want to know why Sukuna was stuttering all of a sudden. and if it was because of you, then how would it change things?

Sukuna slid through the water, his skin glistening against the brightly-lit moon behind his house. you pulled him onto you, slightly rubbing against the tip of your semi-hard cock. why were you hard?! was it Sukuna?! NO. no, no, no, it was because you hadn’t masturbated in over a week. yeah, yeah that’s what it was. and— and Sukuna had a really nice ass— wait! no! that came out wrong.

Sukuna had placed his legs on the sides of your thighs, steadying the both of you. ‘calm down. calm down. it’s alright, it’s your fault that you hadn’t touched yourself and Sukuna really did have a nice ass, better than some of the girls you’d dated in the past.

He wrapped his hands around your neck, pulling himself closer to you, further rubbing his ass against your cock. by this point, there was no way he hadn’t noticed your half—full—boner. but, he didn’t react, he was really quiet actually. just a small blush going across his face.

you shifted, moving yourself so that your back could support the newfound weight. this time Sukuna reacted. quite vulgarly. a moan escaped him, the sound violently sending your body into a violent malfunction.

‘fuck. that was hot. scorching even.’ you felt your cock harden even more, the tip poking at Sukuna’s clothed backside. he squandered against you before meeting your eyeline.

you almost came on the spot.

his face was flushed beyond recognition. tears pooling in the corners of his cornea, panting softly; his tongue hung slightly out his mouth, and his pupils—in your vision— had hearts in them.

he was also hard. harder than you—if possible—

his tip was pressing against your abdomen, making him squeal and squirm every time you did as much as breathe. you gulped, shifting your lower body to left to see his reaction.

he fell against your chest, suppressing his moan with his fist— oh, what you wouldn’t give to hear it— some of your friends looked at the two of you with questioning looks, but after a shrug from you, they resumed the game.

you leaned to Sukuna’s ear, his breathing labored and ragged with pleasure. you didn’t know what you were doing, you just knew it felt good, almost like lust had completely taken you over.

“you’re such a slut.” you pulled, watching as his shaking multiplied by the dozen, and he began softly thrusting his hips against you. “oh? do you like it when I tell you how everyone sees you? like a shameless slut?” suddenly, a surge of confidence rushed through you. your thoughts were plagued with the same repetition: ‘I’m doing this. I’m the one making the bold and outrageous Sukuna feel like putty.’ truthfully, you didn’t know if this was the truth or just your ego.

speaking of him, he was panting harder, his hips scrambling against you. he was chasing an orgasm you didn’t intend to let him have. placing your hands on his waist, you stopped his movements, “do you really want everyone to see how desperate you are? see how easy it is to make you cum? Sukuna let out a quiet sob, his eyes rolling back at the taunt, or was it the idea of actually getting caught? something that you quickly voiced to him: “or is it that you wanna get caught? want everyone to see me fuck you senseless? hm, I’d expect nothing less outta a slut like you.”

“m—m’not a s—slut!” he barked back, barely above his panting. you cocked you head to the side and smirked at him

“then why are you so close to cumming without anyone touching you?” you cut your eyes around the pool, quickly catching the eyes of Sukuna’s younger twin, Yuuji Itadori and your thoughts instantly ran away from you ‘if he’s anything like his brother, he’d be a good fuck.’ you shook your head at this ‘naw, he’s definitely an innocent one, would let you do anything you wanted.’

“m’not gon’ c—cum!” Sukuna combatted, trying to bring your attention back to him.

the prolonged eye contact with Yuuji hadn’t ended yet, he was still starting at you with half-lidded eyes, clarifying his intentions with you. ‘another time. another time to take his innocence and make him as sinful as those eyes he making at me.’

you turned your attention away with a wink, bringing your free hand to Sukuna’s swin trunks. “oh you’re not? then— you gently grabbed his tip through the fabric, twitching your muscles to jerk her up and down a few times— what’s this?” you finished

Sukuna bucked into your hand, trying so hard to cum. “not here.” you brought your hand back to your side and locked eyes with the Itadori. “do you want them to see? huh S’kuna?”

like the confidence coursing through you, the nickname also came out of nowhere, shocking the both of you.

“d—d’care! I don’t c—care! just fuck me!”

you were tempted, definitely tempted, but you had something Sukuna didn’t. dignity. “not right now, S’kuna. now be a good boy and cum for me.”

the sudden raspy nature to your voice made Sukuna moan, harshly thrusting his hips against you. and within seconds he came, the white ropes being trapped in by his swimwear. “ngh! nngk! [name]!”

the moans fell on deaf ears as you looked back past him and to his twin, maintaining another long session of eye contact. he was immobilized by your gaze, not able to do anything until you broke it to look at your sister.

“your turn [name]! truth or dare!”

you looked back at Yuuji one last time, cascading your tongue along your lips.

“dare, of course.”

[slut4daviii]

character: k.bakugou

pt: 01/01

cw: bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial, dumbification, hate-fuck, aged-up, dom male, black reader, hardcore smut, degradation, third person, first story, humiliation, badly written ending, uneven pacing, kinda-sorta drawn out,

summary: “i fucking hate you.” he said, his hands bound behind him, “y’know, you really shouldn’t say things like that when my dick’s up your ass, katsuki”

a/n: minors | fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT. i also haven’t written anything official in like a year and a half so, please tell me how it is

title: a fine line between love and hate.

wc: 900+

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[name] panted heavily with sweat trailing down his forehead, sliding beautifully down his toned chest, his grunts filled the air as he dug deeper and deeper into the whimpering boy under him. Every movement, every thrust, every bit of eye contact sent pleasure running along their veins.

a panting, frantically quivering ash-blonde hung mere inches in front of him. his body weightlessly hovering above the ground— a curtesy of [name]’s capture tool. The two moved in perfect sync, aiding greatly to the massive amount of pleasure already surrounding them. bakugou felt his stomach tighten with the knots of his release. His back arching into a perfect crescent, slightly allowing [name] to push deeper than before, send the hero into a daze, his eyes rolled back and his body convulsed.

“nghk! cum— m’cumming!” he cried endlessly, the words engraving themselves into his mind, sticking like a mantra he couldn’t bring himself to let go of. [name] grunted at the newfound tightness around him. He sped his trust, pushing bakugou closer and closer— edging him, forcing him to endure more stimulation. if it were anyone but bakugou, they would’ve said it began to hurt, but for him, pain was replaced with pleasure.

“unt uh, not yet, slut” another band slid down [name]’s body, the sensation crossing into bakugou’s. the cloth constricted around bakugou’s cock, the tip flushing a deep crimson.“ghk! [n-name]!” bakugou couldn’t think, his mind was melting under [name]’s touch, the pads of his fingers igniting a feeling bakugou hadn’t felt with anyone else— lust. a firm slap echoed around the locker room, the only response was a straggled chain of incoherent moans from bakugou. “you spent all year- fuck,” pleasure coiled around [name], halting his movement, if only for a second.

he rocked his hips, the tip of his overstimulated cock rubbing against every inch of bakugou’s slick, utterly delicate insides. “almost came” he let slip past his lips, the sound quickly being replaced by a chuckle, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

another firm slap, bakugou shuddered, the skin stinging only for a second before [name] rubbed his hand over the area. “mngk! cum! w-want t’cum! p-please!”

“you didn’t answer my question.” [name] was toying with him, mind-fucking him, almost as well as he was doing his organs. “c’mon, the great dynamite can’t handle a few inches? can’t answer a question when his mind’s been fried by his classmate’s dick, huh?” [name] thrusted, eliciting a bittersweet groan from the boy who’d prided his whole existence on being stronger than others. “how do you think everyone’d react to you? being stuffed so full by my cock you can’t even think?”

bakugou almost moaned, his wrist and legs writhing against the firm bindings burning into his nerves. he couldn’t answer [name], or even form an insult. his mind was hinged on one thing, cumming. his pants got heavier and heavier, his mouth leaking an obscure amount of drool. “cum, pl-please [name]! i wanna cum!” he tried to push back against the brown-skinned boy, his eyes almost rolling backwards at the slight friction he received. “m’good! I’ll be a g’boy! so good! please! I want t’cum!!”

[name] cackled, satisfied with his work. “wow, bakugou! you’re really desperate, huh?” [name] looked at his discarded clothing, moving to reach for his phone. bakugou tried to move, tried to look, but the cloth tightened around him, another coming to neck. “mngh! cuhm! [n-name]” his moans came out labored, breathless and strangely pornographic. he was so desperate.

[name] started recording the ordeal, his phone camera glistening off the saltine liquid coating bakugou’s sickly sweet skin. “baku, look. you’re on camera!” he resonated, his voice laced with lustrous laughter. “c’mon, you gotta see this, you look like a complete whore!” bakugou, though bound and gagged, with all his senses taken away from him, tightened around [name], the feeling making the hero stutter. “f-fuck.” he worded. “really wanna cum?”

the response was immediate, a jumbled but absolutely chaotic nodding came from bakugou, his hair shaking in any way it could move. [name] licked his lips, his favorite thing about disheveling bakugou was how needy he got. “you really wanna cum?” bakugou, the best way he could, moaned, his muscular body constantly shriveling under the lustful gaze of [name] “more than anything! fuck me! fuck me! make m’cum! please! [name]!”

the way he pleaded made [name] weak in the knees, his composure becoming a distant memory. without noticing, he dropped his phone and tilted his head back, weakly pushing bakugou into a rhythm. “f-faster! I need it! I need y’big cock! fuck m’up! end me! cum in me! bred me [name]!”

“oh shit.” [name] gulped back his pleasure, the temptation almost too much. his hands gripped onto bakugou’s waist with enough pressure it bruised the boy. [name] pushed in one more time before pulling out until only his tip remained. he relentlessly thrust into the boy, his pent up emotions coming to the surface. bakugou rolled his eyes, the pleasure quickly encapsulating his body. his toes curled almost comically, the knuckles turning white.

“move th-the! can’t cum!” bakugou yelled, dazed. he couldn’t even form correct sentences. “cum pl-please! please [name]! can’t hold on!”

[name] twitched, the sweat around his body mixing with the sound of his cock drilling bakugou’s insides and the constant moaning of said male pushed him over the edge. “fuck! you want my kids?” he ripped the cloth from bakugou’s body, his cock throbbing for a second before thick strands of semen shot from his abused body. spasms overtook him and he began convulsing, the pupils of his eyes running to the back of his head.

white whirls spun around him, his hands clawing red streaks into his thighs, wanting anything to grip onto. He couldn’t do anything but let the stimuli run circles throughout his veins. when he came to, [name] was still thrusting, the sloppily put jabs hitting any and everything inside of him. “th-thank y-ou! thank you! thank you s’much [name]!” was all he could muster, straining to keep a consistent consciousness.

the now warm puddle of pleasure inside of [name] boiled over, and soon, he came undone. The white substance coating bakugou’s insides like a blank canvas. [name] kept his body pressed into bakugou, the two connected at their bases.

[name] was in utter heaven.

after a short period, [name] was able to even out his breathing, his lungs heaving against his ribcage— following the unbearable beating of his heart. he gulped, the sparse bit of saliva inside his throat barely able to coat the dryness now overwhelming his body. he, not wanting to, withdrew himself from bakugou replacing his cock with his hands, now wrapping them around the boy’s nape and thighs.

he undid his capture weapon, letting the half-limp body fall into his arms.

“tch, all that talk just to fall asleep after one round.”

bakugou nestled into his arms, moving his arm to cup around [name]’s face “I love you.”

[name] stopped moving, his brain not computing the phrase correctly. eventually his arms began stinging, the weight of bakugou’s sleeping body now straining his weakened body

he scoffed and continued to the showers. “I love ya too, baku.”