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Just...give me please 🥺 I'm begging!!

Bruno x Reader

Imagine this:

You're sitting on Bruno's lap at a family gathering and when you're about to standup to get a drink Bruno pulls you back down by your waist and into his lap quickly and whispers (almost a whine) in your ear:

"G-give me a few minutes, mi amor"

But like yuu...I want that.....🤤🤤🤤

pls pls pls brat tamer yuta

thought about brat tamer Yuuta and blacked out. this was in my docs for some reason when I came to again.

Don’t be so mean to Yuuta!

cw: brat tamer! yuuta x fem!reader. smut. pussy slapping. multiple creampies. praise. edging. overstimulation. mirror sex. man handling. floor fucking. minors do not interact.

wc: 1.7k

“Please, I’m-“

“Sorry?”

Yuuta’s voice sends shivers up your spine from where his lips are planted on the sensitive spots of your nape, making hot tracks as his tongue skims over a good spot.

“I bet you are, baby.” He hums. “My sweet girl…”

Doesn’t mean he’ll let up though. If the way his grip tightens over your torso should mean anything. Tucked underneath you on the corner edge of your bed with your back pressed against his chest and his hands touching everywhere.

You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Actually, you know exactly what you did to deserve this, but you didn’t expect he’d be so harsh about it. Let him tell it and he’ll say his “Bratty baby decided to be mean for no reason.” Let you tell it and:

“Why’re you dodging my kisses?”

You roll your eyes from where he’s pouting over you, pointedly shrugging his hands off of your waist when he tries to pull you closer to him. “Why would I want your stupid kisses?”

Yuuta gapes a little at that, a little confused, a little wounded. “My kisses aren’t-? Where’s this attitude coming from?”

“I don’t have an attitude.” Which Yuuta finds hard to believe, with how your face gets all scrunched up in his attempts to crowd you in his space again. Cute little bottom lip jutting out under the shine of your flavored lip gloss and he can’t help but wanna coo at how squeezable you look when you’re throwing a fit.

Although, with the mood you’re in he fears he might come up short a hand if he actually tried to. The way you turn your shoulder at him has him following on your heels like a lost dog. “Not like you’re asking ‘cause you care.”

“Hello? Why wouldn’t I…?” Yuuta stumbles. “Baby, what? You were fine just earlier, did I do something wrong?”

Other than blow you off for like eighty percent of the day? Sure, he invited you to watch him train - bought you lunch when he realized he’d be at it longer than he anticipated, and gave you his phone to entertain yourself with when yours eventually died from being out so long. But he promised the two of you would actually get to hang out today! Not sit on those stupid stone bleachers till your bottom got all sore. Feeding him water in between breaks and pretending like this isn’t the unteenth time something like this has happened.

You’re fed up. He never wants to do what you want anymore. “No, no. Don’t even worry about it. You must be tired anyway. What with all the training you got in.”

Yuuta briefs a few long strides till he’s standing in the pathway to your bedroom door, walking back on his heels as you try to push past him. “I’m not? Is this about that? I didn’t mean to keep you out all day if that’s-“

“It’s whatever.”

“No. It’s not whatever. Clearly you’re upset.” His eyes follow you as he finally plops himself on top of your mattress. Yuuta’s long legs hang off the side so much his knees bend a little and he slumps when you opt to ignore him in favor of fishing your closet for something more comfortable.

“Baby- I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s going on. What’s got you all cranky?”

“Cranky.” You grumble under your breath. “Can't even be mad without you underplaying everything.”

You step out of your closet with a little dress on that makes his face hot. Pretty mint thing that makes you look softer than you already are, even as you throw him a mean glare on your way to your hamper.

“So, you are mad?”

“I’m not.”

“You totally are.”

“I’m not.” You hiss this time. “Maybe you’re just an asshole!”

Whoops.

Which, come to think of it, maybe blowing up at him for no apparent reason was a little much - but it can’t be helped. Especially when you immediately freeze in place over the tension that overcomes the room at your sudden outburst. Yuuta’s brows furrow as his jaw clenches and he stares at you with the kind of blank look that usually comes about when he’s mulling over something.

You expect him to get up and leave the room. Let your respective parties cool off after you’ve just crossed the line by cursing at him so harshly. You expect a kinder punishment than the one he actually has in store.

But instead Yuuta sighs and straightens his back, spreads his legs a little to make room for you. “Come here.”

“Yuu-“

“Mh. Sit down.”

This is just cruelty.

You whimper at the way his fingers skirt over your aching clit, wet sloppy sounds of your lips parting over his glossy digits as he feels around your gooey center. You’re dripping. Soaking the little sliver of mattress you’re hovering over but the meanest part is that it isn’t just your slick that’s making such a mess.

Through misty eyes do you still see the reflection of his throbbing cock splitting you open in the vanity mirror across the room. Slow rhythmless grinding that could just barely push you over the edge if it weren’t for all the-

Smack!

You must’ve been squirming again.

Your broken voice clips in tandem with the loud slap that comes from his sudden assault on your aching pussy, nigh earning another one at the way your hips jump too suddenly in his lap. This is your punishment. Watching in lust dazed envy as your lover fucks you slowly on his cock. Listening to his heated breaths, feeling his hands all over you, being wholly enveloped by him. His voice pitches as his cock swells in your already gooey insides. You can do nothing but whine as he belts his arms around you and cums again with a broken grunt in your ear.

You sniffle as he presses a few scattered kisses behind your ear, already raising his hips to continue. “Please… please let me cum, Yuu..”

“Hhm? No one’s stopping you?”

“But I need-“

“What’dya need an asshole like me for, pretty girl?” And even though he’s being bitter his tone is still sugary. “This little princess cunt can cum all on her own, huh?”

The way you tighten around him has him groaning drunkenly in your ear. “God, you feel so fucking good..”

“Yuutaa, I can’t- I can’t without you. Please…!!”

Yuuta breathes a sigh into the crook of your neck.

He’s been going at this for what feels like forever. At this point you’re so on edge that you’ve started to goosebump and you can’t help yourself but to twitch and whine whenever he grinds against a good spot. Through the overstimulation he’s unsatiated. He can’t fuck into his perfect little pussy the way he wants without risking you getting away with that nasty attitude of yours. Hurting his feelings like you did. And being anything other than his sweet - obedient little girl.

Because bad girls. - Brats like you don’t deserve to get fucked all nice and fair like you’ve been begging him to this past hour or so. They don’t deserve gentleness on their raw little clits or any moment of reprieve you should expect from taking load after load since being seated in his lap like this.

They deserve to be treated like a hole, because that’s all you’re good for right now.

The quick intake of breath he takes startles you almost as much as the feeling of your arms being pulled back behind you. You wobble a little on your numbing legs as he uses his knees to help support you in a stand, and shutter as he presses one last kiss to your nape before standing to his height completely.

And then he starts drilling.

Yuuta has to keep his eyes from rolling back at the way he watches your reflection drool. “O-Oh! Oh, yes! Oh fuck yes, baby!”

He keeps a concentrated frown as he thrusts into you through clenched teeth.

“You’re so-“ Pap! “Fucking spoiled,” Pap! Pap! “You can’t even…mfh, act like you’re learning anything fr’m this..!”

”m’sorry..” You babble. “So s-sorry! M’so sorry, Yuu. So-… p-please… fffuck! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“S’that all you can say? Does my brat even know what she’s apologizing for?”

Your face drops out of view of the mirror when the effort to keep your neck craned up becomes too muscle consuming, most of your muscles too busy constricting and spazzing in the wake of your first orgasm. Honestly, you barely have the wherewithal to speak let alone put together a coherent thought. But you figure not responding might come at the expense of the mind numbing bliss you’re experiencing at the moment.

“F’being so mean! I didn’t-“ You gasp at the way he presses his hips against your backside, grinding himself in so thoroughly that you nearly lose your train of thought.

“I just… wanted ta spend more time with you, Yuu…!”

Yuuta pauses a quick pensive beat.

And then you’re on the floor.

He presses a hand into the middle of your back to keep you arched all prettily for him, the other, knuckle deep in your hair as he mushes your cheek into the floorboards. “So, y’ thought the best way to do that was to call me an asshole?”

“I whasn’t ‘hinking…!”

“Ohh of course you weren’t, baby,” Yuuta shudders at the way you feel creaming on him a second time. “‘Can’t be doing too much thinking now, anyways.”

You’re every nerve ending in your body when he deepens his thrusts to curve himself over your messy form, completely and utterly lost in pleasure as he pulls your head up by your hair and meets your teary eyes with his own - pupils dilated by pure affection.

“Think you can tell me what we learned outta all this? Or have you completely checked out at this point.”

“D-Don’t… don’t be so mean to Yuuta!!”

He chuckles. The kiss he places over your ear nearly pushes you over the edge as much as what he says does. “Good girl! That’s my girl. So smart.”

Your eyes roll as he unceremoniously drops your head to fuck you with more earnest. Much to your poor pussy’s dismay. “Let’s spend more time together, baby. - Just you and me.”

He coos at the way your drool starts to gather in a cute little puddle under your cheek. “After I’m sure my baby’s learned her lesson.”

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d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

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"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

hey there ! small tiny intsy bitsy request because i find no one messes with my baby daddy much . so sero hanta ! babie loves it when is thick gorgeous wife (with tattoos) rubs his back (i headcanon that sero has a HUGE tattoo taking up the entire wingspan of his back). he loves it even more when she grinds herself into him to get off. when he realizes she’s close he he flips her over and fucks himself into her while spitting pure FILTH into her ears. slapping her ass, pulling her hair, all of that and then some. cant forget the breeding kink ! “i wanna make you a mommy. can daddy do that? can he make you a mommy?” .

mmm look i’ve been thinking abt this one for a while but here she is.

hope you enjoy!!

one thing you always did for sero was rub his back. after a long day of working he was always pooped, and laid face down wherever he landed, be it the couch, your bed, even the floor. luckily it was the bed this time.

he had barely pulled his briefs on before you heard him groan and flop, letting out a sigh. he was probably already drifting off and that sucked. not that you didn’t appreciate your husband working, but you got lonely here all by yourself, and him coming back was always the highlight of your day. even if it was just to eat, lay down, and cuddle you a bit.

“hey sweetie,” you spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the ambiance of the room currently, “you feelin’ okay?”

he shifted slightly, turning his head to you, opening an eye and beckoning you close to him with a twitch of fingers. “mhm yeah, c’mere, wanna feel you reinita.” he smiled seeing you move to him quietly, rolling to his side to gather you in his arms. “there you are amiga, how’s my favorite girl?” he brushed his long legs against your equally bare ones. you both left as much skin out as possible when cuddling, which resulted in only undergarments being worn around.

you smiled softly, moving stray hairs away from his face, kissing his chin, “i’ve been okay,” your eyes glittered when you felt him trace little patterns on your back, “you sore again?” and at his eyes leaving yours, you rolled him on his stomach, “shoulda told me sweetheart.”

walking to the bathroom to get the argon oil you regularly use on your own tattoos, you hear him groan out a, “but i wanted to hold you bomboncita! come back,” you walked in to him kicking his legs like a child. you swatted at them, making him still.

“i can’t cuddle someone who’s tense! relax, it’ll only take a minute,” you straddled his thigh, dripping oil into your palm and getting to work.

sero’s tattoo always made your heart flutter. the big piece always drew your eye, almost beckoning you to kiss and muzzle it when his back was to you. it spanned his back, creeping into his shoulders and arms a bit, and if you look carefully, you can even see it peeking over his shoulders from the front. he’d told you before some of the skin is sensitive, so getting the chance to help it shine a bit more always told you about some of his tender spots.

rocking back and forth, you were so enraptured in the pretty ink, you barely noticed your panties being stained by your wetness until you heard a questioning hum come from sero’s prone body. it makes you stop a bit and settle yourself down more, jerking when you do and lean forward again. continuing to hand hands up and down and across his back, you still rock on his thigh, surely it’s glistening under you because of how soaked your undies are. you try to stifle any notices but they can’t be helped when you feel him clench up, giving a harder surface to grind on.

his voice almost makes you stop, calling, “keep going mi reinita,” but it spurred you on more, making you a little one track minded as you butterflied your legs to get better control, one hand on his lower back, the other moving your panties to the side before settling in the covers. “good gir- hey! don’t bite you lips, i want to hear you.” you had covered your teeth with your lips as always, and him knowing you so well made your heart flutter, so your next sound came out a bit punched out and you could see his fingers clench.

the impromptu massage turned into you getting off on sero’s toned thigh, stroking and scratching some of the skin on his lower back all while your head hung between your shoulders. little hums and breathy puffs of air escaped your lips, and it took everything in sero not to turn and pin you down. when your breaths got quicker and your hips got sloppier, he turned his head towards you, smiling softly at your heaving chest and open mouth, eyes barely cracked. “come on bomboncita, you can do it,” and his words must’ve helped because your legs clamped down a bit more, and he could feel the little heartbeat intensify.

you were almost there when you were flipped over to your back. it was sudden and made you dizzy, which only got worse when sero stuck long, thin fingers into your weeping hole, coaxing your orgasm again, whispered, “cum, mi cielito, all over my fingers,” and when you did, you felt your legs tossed over broad shoulders, and the taut hold on your panties get tighter.

he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit, teasing, pressing slightly into the hole, but never breaching. it was liable to drive you up the wall, so when your voice carried, “please sero, don’t tease me, wanna feel you,” he smirked.

taking your chubby cheeks between his fingers, he moved your face to his, calmly saying, “you know how to ask better that that,” continuing the motion he was repeating.

“please,” you gulped a bit, “please daddy, wan’ you to cum in me, please!” and with that your mouth hung open with a cut off squeal, him sliding in and immediately kissing your cervix. your body was tight before it collapsed, leaving you defenseless to his long thrusts, that only got deeper.

doing this only made him a bit bored, he wanted to see you worked up, wanted to see you struggle through sentences and gasp and ask him for that you needed. so he did.

leaning down, he knocked your legs from his shoulders into his elbows, threading fingers into your braids and tugging your face to his. he looked into your eyes from here, huffing when he saw how glazed they were, “you like that bomboncita? like your husband fucking you good like this?” your slack jaw only made your noises louder, but that wasn’t what he wanted. he patted your face with his fingers, knocking you from your haze, “i asked you a question mi alma, be good and answer.”

“yes- yes daddy, i lov- mm! love it a lot,” you heaved a sigh looking up at him, grabbing his neck and bringing him even closer to your shaking form, “dadd- papi, cum in me please, wan’ your cum in me s’ ba-ah fuck!”

he had cupped your head, bringing his other hand down to spank your thigh, “fuck mi amor, you want papi to give you a baby, hm? tell me.” hearing your voice crack, “oh! yes, yes, yes papi, gimmie a baby!” made him wild. flipping you into your hands and knees, he plunged back into you, lithe hands gripping your hips tightly, bringing you back onto him a bit harder. “gonna cum in you so deep, make you a pretty mommy,” he reached down dragging you up by your neck, placing his lips by your ear, “you ready for papi’s baby, mommy?”

his hand clutching your throat made you breathless and his hand spanking you from not responding on his time only made you hush a bit more, “yea-yes papi,” you strained out, smiling despite the airy quality to your voice, “s’ re-ready papi.” you put both hands on his forearm, keeping it there even if he did loosen his grip a bit.

he grunted into your ear feeling the way your walls clenched a bit having his hand around your throat still, “fuck mi alma, gonna give you pretty babies, keep you nice an’ full,” he dragged his hand from its position slapping your ass to your tummy, caressing it and squeezing any fat there, “can’t wait to see, mi amor. see my pretty mommy carry papi’s babies, plump and roun- oh shit!”

you had cub around him, body tensing and jerking uncontrollably. he was thrown off by the sudden tightness of your cunny, sucking him in and the feel of your runny cum sliding down his balls, wetting the covers. he knew it was the last stretch for him, calling your name he moaned into your ear, “one more for me, ay dios mio- milk papi’s dick, c’mon.” running fingers over your wet, pulsing bud, he made you jerk away, but held you still, getting you to cum again after that should be easy.

no matter how weak the orgasm felt to you, he felt it inside of you from the top of his head to the tip of his dick, spurting sticky cum all over your pulpy, sore walls. he caressed your neck when he heard your little gasp, looking down to your moving hands when you laid them on your mid tummy. “feel good, mommy? you like papi’s cum deep in you?” he kissed up your jaw.

you hummed lightly, “yeah papi, feel warm no-,” a yawn cut off your next words, “kinda sleepy now.” you felt his chuckle through your back.

“that’s okay, mi alma, rest,” he laid you down softly, pulling out of you and covering your leaking pussy with your panties again, watching them dampen even more when his cum leaked out, “keep that in you a bit longer, okay?” you nodded to him, closing your legs. “i’ll take care of you mommy, just rest.” and with that, you drifted to sleep.

On god!! On godddddd!! Y'all hoes are gonna just gonna 🔫🔫🔫🔫🥴🥵🤤⚰️

I’m in Love with A Stripper pt. 1 (FINISHED VERSION)

(Kirishima x Stripper! Reader)

(Art by @sandiestcupid on Instagram)

(I might do a part 2 idk yet but here’s the continuation. Trigger warnings: cuckolding, wax play, light bdsm mention, sex for sale)

Kirishima waited patiently by the back door nodding to every lady that trickled out of the building until, finally, you drifted out.

A smile lit up his face as you shuffled towards him in your comfy fuzzy slides.

“Hey Little Bit.”

“Hey Big Red.” You shot back.

You’d long since given up on tryin to convince your friend to stop calling you Little Bit. It was a futile attempt anyway because everyone was “little” to the mammoth that was Kirishima Eijirou. The man was six foot five inches of pure bulking muscle, making him the perfect bouncer and personal bodyguard for the strip club you worked at.

“What’s the move for tonight, babe?” Kirishima asked, grabbing your duffel bag and carrying it to the car for you.

“The move is bed,” you replied, wearily, “we’ve got an early day tomorrow.”

“Damn, already?” He frowned as he held the passenger door to his red Wrangler open for you.

“Unfortunately, I’m booked and busy all day.”

“Fine. Am I spending the night again?”

“Might as well.” You replied.

“Fine, but I better get a deluxe suit if I have to suffer on that pull out.” The man grimaced.

“Oh please! You love my pull out.”

“Love is a strong word, Pebbles.” Kirishima shot you an amused grin, making you giggle.

This was the occasional routine for you two and it had been for a while.

It was common to have issues with stalkers and creeps as a dancer, but it was a completely different thing to come home to one of those stalkers jacking off on your door knob. Luckily that was where Kirishima had stepped in.

He’d noticed the weirdo tailing you one night after you left the club, and decided to follow you both just to be safe. Even after you had split off to get some gas, Kirishima had kept on the stalker’s tail as he continued on to your apartment.

Needless to say you were shocked to see some hairy asshole getting his face bashed in by the bouncer.

From that night on, Kirishima became more vigilant over not only all the other girls, but you especially. After the incident, he reported the customer, getting them banned. He also made sure you got home safely, greeted you when you came in, and even took you to and from work for a short while after the incident.

Eventually, a friendship grew between the two of you and you guys began hanging out outside of work as well. It was scary letting Kirishima know about your side hustle at first, but in true Kirishima fashion, he was a perfect gentleman about it.

“Hey, who am to judge?” He’d beamed at you. “As long as you’re being safe about it, who cares?” He’d shrugged, “although I will say; you should get some sort of protection for yourself if you’re gonna be meeting with these guys.”

To which you replied: “How bout you?”

That’s how Kirishima became not only one of your closest friends, but also your personal security guard whenever you met up with your clients.

He was with you so often for your appointments, that he’d begun staying the night at your place occasionally; even keeping clothes at your apartment.

“Alright sleeping beauty, here we are.” Kirishima announced, jogging you out of your sleep as he pulled into a guest parking spot. “Let’s get you inside since we have a big morning ahead of us.”

You groaned as Kirishima climbed out of the truck and got your bag from the back seat. When the burly man opened your door, you stretched out your arms to him, giving a pout that made his heart flutter.

“Carry me, my feet hurt.” You whined.

Kirishima’s heart melted into a puddle as he reached in to pull you out.

“Alright, alright you big baby. Come on.”

He carried you easily up the stairs to your apartment. By the time the man got you into your bedroom you were already knocked back out. He settled you against the bedspread and admired your face, soft with slumber.

Damn you were beautiful.

Sweet, and funny, and hard working. You were everything a man could want in a woman, and he felt fortunate just to be your friend. Still, his eyes ran down your supple body as his thoughts turned less wholesome, he wondered how much longer he could keep watching you fuck other men. Giving yourself away to guys who were below you. That didn’t deserve you and couldn’t give you the type of love and protection he could.

“Kiri?” You muttered, sleepily. His heart leapt.

“Yes, Pebbles?”

“Will you cuddle with me?”

The suggestion of being pressed against your soft, little body made his dick strain in his pants.

“You sure, y/n?”

“Mmhhmm...”

“Fine,” he smiled. Stripping off his shirt and down to his boxers, Kirishima slid under the soft sheets behind you, and crushed your body close.

You sighed, softly. “You’re so warm, Red...”

He let his hand settle on your round hip and pressed closer against you, fighting to keep his erection down.

“You too, y/n. Now go to sleep.”

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Nervous eyes shifted to the huge man standing over your shoulder glowering.

“This is my bodyguard, Kirishima.” You announced, cheerily.

“I’ll just be making sure things go smoothly.” The burly redhead added. He touched the gun in the waistband of his jeans. “Otherwise I’ll be out of your way.”

His usually bright voice was void of all its humor and friendliness.

“Uh, ok.” The man nodded skittishly.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him from Kirishima’s room in the conjoined suite and over to your side. You threw a conspiratorial wink over your shoulder at Kirishima and he shot one back.

Once the door closed, he headed back into his room and flipped down on the bed, turning on the t.v. He wondered how long you would take. After all he had to get the timing right.

Five minutes later, the big man stood from the bed and crept to the door that connected your rooms. He pressed an ear to the door, but couldn’t hear much besides muffled movements.

Quietly he cracked the door and scoped out your position. When he spotted you on your knees in front of your client, he bit his lip.

“Look at you,” you teased, “you’re shaking you want to me suck it so bad.”

“Mmm, please, I c-can hold out a li-little while longer.”

“Oh?” Your pretty pink tongue trailed up the side of the man’s dick and you gripped his balls. “Can you? You seem ready to burst and I haven’t even throated you yet.”

Kirishima’s Ruby eyes narrowed and he rubbed his own growing erection through his pants. He loved hearing you talk shit like that. After all, he knew you could back it up.

“What if I just took the head in? Could you handle yourself then?”

And then you did. The client’s breath caught and his eyes rolled back.

Kirishima suppressed a moan a spike of desire and pure envy shot through him simultaneously. He could only imagine what that warm, sweet mouth of yours would feel like wrapped around his thick dick.

After another three minutes of teasing, the man’s dick was engulfed in the your mouth while he held your head in place and pumped you along.

“Fuck yes~yesss, y/n~”

The man moaned. Kirishima pretended it was him. He slowly pulled out his heavy cock and supported himself against the door frame as his large hand pumped his length. He pretended it was your hot mouth. Pretended he was the way grabbing your head and praising you while you moaned and choked on his manhood.

Y/n...

He thought.

He squeezed himself, feeling his nut coming as you loudly slurped and groaned. If he was fucking your mouth you’d barely be able to breath, let alone make all that noise...he would have made sure of it. He grit his sharp teeth.

I’d cum all down that greedy throat. You perfect little cumslut.

Fuck, he was coming. The harder and faster you gulped that asshole’s dick, the more intense his nut built up.

Finally, Kirishima felt his orgasm exploding. He came in the tissue he’d kept on hand and watched as you smiled at your client, wiping your mouth.

Such a good girl. So Perfect.

He thought.

“That was amazing.” The man sighed. “You’re amazing, y/n.”

“I try.” You giggled.

“You succeed.” The guy handed you another roll of bills. “I’ll definitely be doing business with you again.”

“Thank you, baby. Have a good day.”

“I certainly will!” The man replied, there was a bright look in his eyes and finally he left.

Kirishima snuck back into his room before you could knock at his door. No doubt about to let him know you were done with client number one. One thing was for sure, this was going to be a long work day.

For the next hour, Kirishima imagined himself in all manner of provocative positions with you as you serviced your clients.

There was the big guy who liked to be spanked and rode cow girl style. The short man who wanted to be spat on. The beanpole who had you step on him and drip hot wax down his back. The bow legged guy who fucked you doggy style until you were cross eyed. Finally there was shower guy, who insisted on fucking you in the shower.

Thank god for the running water because Kirishima was practically crying with pleasure as he shot off yet another nut to the thought of himself in those douchebag’s positions.

Dammit, Pebbles. You’re such a fucking little freak. Fucking all these men without a break.

It seemed it took nothing for you to keep going and going. The man wiped his sweat slick forehead with thoughts of your beautiful, naked body bouncing on different dicks.

These guys weren’t good enough for you. None of them. They couldn’t fuck you right if you were able to keep going like this.

No, no, no.

You needed a real man to tame you. Someone who could handle every bit of your energy and throw it right back at you until you were begging him to stop. Until you were sore and sobbing from how good it hurt.

You needed a man like him. He just wondered if you would realize it on your own, or if he’d have to make you.

@lanaxians-2 @heckabitch @loving-secrets @2chickenwangs @theethiccestcapricorn @glam29 @tbugger01 @reiboa @scarletlove-123

Lawd its all true!!

FACTS!!!😂

Sex Text posts I found on fb that are undoubtedly Y/n talking about our boys😙😙

The tweet that started it all:

S. Todoroki:

E. Kirishima:

K. Bakugou:

I. Midoriya:

Reblog Nd add more if you want lol

🥴☠️🥴😩🥴💦💦💦. My throat I feel all of it. Just punish my throat daddies!!!!!!

“he call me throatzillaaa” w/ bakugo, sero and kirishima inspired by “throatzilla” by slayyyter

warnings: cum (like lots of it), d*ck sucking, degrading, cussing, face fucking- just straight nasty head, 69-ing, filthy words, mentions of weed and high sex.

I recommend you listen to the song just to get a feel of the lyrics I used.

minors dni 18+

author’s note: this song came on shuffle and the idea came to mind to write about sucking dick. (one of my many favorite hobbies) Enjoy, besties!

“i know you wanna cover my face in whaaaat?.....”

- b. katsuki

bakugo’s in a testy mood and that could only mean two things

1. He’s horny

2. He’s genuinely pissed about something

more times than most it’s the first reason

so you being the caring s/o you are, you help him out *wink* *wink*

Katsuki sat on the couch scowling at nothing. He had ranted to his pretty baby that everything and everyone was just pissing him off; a telltale sign he needed a release. All that pent up aggression must have been a heavy load to carry so why not let him spill it all over your face? So being the sweet and considerate significant other that you are you happily get on your knees for him, palming at his growing dick through his jeans. Your eyes sink into his as you unzip them, Katsuki stopping midsentence at your boldness. His dick breaks free from the confines of his boxers, springing and slapping against his stomach. Hm. His proud boner stood tall, its bright red head leaking precum serving as further proof the man was just irritatingly horny.

You practically salivate at the sight, taking him into your mouth immediately. Words just took too much time to say. Your need to suck every aggression out of your bratty boyfriend nullified any other thought in mind as you slide your mouth down his length, your tongue stroking the bottom of his cock. Bakugo relaxed in his seat, watching as your pretty mouth take in his whole length. He moans when he feels himself slide into your throat, yanking your hair to bob your head up and down. You start gagging and drooling all over his dick as you pull away. Strings of your spit connect your mouth to his throbbing cock from the separation, your tongue returning and following the trail of his vein up to the head with focused and teary eyes darting into Bakugo.

“So big...” You gasp, taking him into your mouth again, your hands stroking what you can’t fit. Katsuki’s so astounded by the warmth of your mouth and all the slurping that came from it he’s a moaning mess, his head hanging back as he cussed. Your hands twist and pump his blushing cock, your spit making it feel as if he’s inside your tight walls as you work his most sensitive spots with your tongue.

“That’s it baby. Suck my fucking dick. Such a whore.” Katsuki slurred, hissing as you urge him to fuck your mouth again.

You moan around his dick, the vibrations sending shockwaves into Bakugo as he pulled your mouth off of his throbbing cock. He takes his cock into his hand and pumped a few times before erupting all over your face, your mouth open and tongue hanging out as you try and taste him. Hot, sticky globs of his cum drip all over your face much to Bakugo’s delight. You lick your lips and look up at him, eyes teary as you blink them away. Bakugo just stares down at your coated face, kissing your lips to taste himself like the filthy man he is, pulling away with lovesick eyes.

“Shit..... Go upstairs.”

“dirty talk so good it was poetry.”

- s. hanta

hanta sero is a resident “tree” smoker. 💨

so high sex is a must. he gets real horny when he’s stoned with his baby.

there’s no better feeling than smoking a blunt, kicked back watching you struggle to swallow him whole.

sometimes he’ll look at you with those pretty brown eyes all low and hazy and ask oh so nicely for you to suck his dick.

and what kinda s/o would you be to deny your sexy boyfriend the privilege of being sucked off by you?

filthy praise >>>>>>

like his dirty talk game is strong 💪🏽

like his words alone could make you wet mmhm yessir

sero just finished his blunt. you could tell because he reeked of weed and ash, his eyes low and red riddled with lust when he saw you just minding your business in your bedroom. you were reading something, laying on your stomach and swinging your legs all innocent like.

“You smoked without me didn’t you?” You question, looking up from your book to see Sero taking off his shirt. He smirks, noticing your face flush and turn back to your book. Sero walks up to you, crotch standing in your peripheral vision showing off a hefty boner.

“Whatcha gonna do about it, huh?” Sero slurred, swatting your ass to catch your full attention. Whenever Sero got high, he was insatiable in bed. You fondly remember a time you were bonded by his tape, ass up and face buried into the mattress as he fiendishly pounded at your cervix. Throwing your book somewhere, you pull Sero towards you in a heated kiss. Something in you just needed him, needed to feel him in some way or another. Clothes molt away and thrown all over the bed, making out with each other with fervor.

You’re now straddling his face, leaning down and sucking his dick to return the favor simultaneously. Sero’s tongue plays with your clit, slipping into your folds as his hands knead and grab at your plush ass. Your soft moans tingle on his cock, your head bobbing up and down to try and keep up with him.

“Having trouble, baby?” Sero teased, replacing his tongue with two slender fingers so he can talk you through the high he was about to give you.

“Your pussy’s so wet for me. Sucking my cock’s fun, isn’t it babe?” His filthy words cause arousal to resurface, your pussy dripping onto his fingers as he thrusts them inside with a deliberate pace. You’re shaking, unable to focus on sucking his dick from the seering pleasure he was giving you.

He slides his fingers out, wet sounds following as he slid them back in, lips kissing your thighs while he worked you. “Go on baby. Keep sucking my cock... if you can that is.” Sero laughed, bucking his hips up to keep you focused on your task. You gag around him, slurping as he started fucking your mouth and devouring your pussy at the same time. Tears stream down your face as Sero filled you with his tongue and dick, playful hums vibrating against you as he groaned and talked shit once again.

“Mmm.. listen to that pussy. So fucking sloppy. She likes it doesn’t she? Yeah I know she fucking does. This pussy’s mine, ya hear?” Sero moans, his fingers yet again fucking your soft walls so you hear him clearly.

“Face so pretty and my head go dumb like...”

- e. kirishima

eijiro loves you. like that’s not surprise.

and he thinks you’re the prettiest and sweetest thing he’s ever met.

so imagine his shock when he finds out you’re an absolute savant at sucking dick.

the thought of coating your pretty face in his cum just- like he short circuits.

damn like you’re the whole package.. gorgeous and you can suck dick like a pro?? scuse him while he goes and buys the biggest ring in the jewlery store.

“Fuuck, you look so sexy right now.” Eijiro gasps, feeling your warm mouth take him in. Your pretty eyes look up at him as your mouth works his length, slurping and choking on him as you drool all over it. Eijiro takes your head and holds it still to pull himself out of your mouth, holding his cock in one hand and tapping it on your tongue. You happily stick it out further, panting a little from trying to catch your breath.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y/n.” Kirishima lulled, groaning at the sight of your pretty face becoming so lewd. He loved seeing you like this, spit dripping down your chin, skin flushed and eyes teary, your mascara running all over your face.

Eijiro sticks himself inside your mouth again, missing the warm wetness as he fucked your throat. You slack your jaw, sticking out your tongue to take him in. He’s moaning into the air, spewing out his desire to cum all over your face and then bend you over to fuck you for hours with a fistfull of your hair. You moan around his dick, slipping a hand down to play with your pussy shamelessly while keeping that hypnotizing eye contact.

“God you’re so fucking sexy. I bet you’re wet as fuck right now. Mm keep going like this and I’m gonna cum all over that pretty mouth.”

Daddy... Just daddy...

Daddy Kugo hc’s

tw: Dumbification, dacryphilia, consent king, size kink, a tiny bit of cum eating (?), bite marks, cockwarming, implied Daddy kink, just him being great💜

Pairings: Kugo x Gn!Reader

Rating: M for Mature 

A/n: If you dont think Kugo can pick you up, you’re wrong and a coward. Also this was based off the conversation me and @seasimping had the other day and then they requested it so ofc I had to deliver. If you see something that is not gender neutral please let me know! I’ll edit it immediately.

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I love the "daddy" word.

Yooo if you wanna mix it up a little can I request Trunks with a black s/o? Some off day/lazy day fluff or smut? Love your writing btw 😘

It’s rare that a villain isn’t threatening to eradicate the planet or that Trunks isn’t making scientific break throughs

And on those rare days, he whips out his black card and y’all spend the weekend jetting off to some exotic destination

Today you’ve decided Zanzibar

The doors and windows are wide open welcoming in the breeze and giving you a beautiful view of the crystal clear blue water

You’re both but naked on the huge fluffy bed half tangled in the sheets. And everything couldn’t be more perfect

“Best. Vacation. Ever.”

“Have we decided on buying property here yet?”

“I sure have. I’m sold.”

You say up against his chest and traced his hard pecs. His handsome face was soft and relaxed, for once the permanent scowl he usually wore was melted off and his sky blue eyes were closed.

Jesus he was perfect

“ I feel kinda bad, babe...”

“Hmm, Why?” He grunted

“Cuz, what if something happens?”

“Sshhh, don’t think like that, baby doll.” He mussed your kink coils finally cracking an eye open to look into your dark ones. “Daddy’s not gonna let anything happen to you.”

You groaned. God you loved it when he called himself ‘Daddy’ almost as much as you loved it when he made you scream it to high heaven

“I know you won’t, daddy,” you pouted, “but if something happens back home and you can’t get home in time...or if you can’t reach your family.”

“Are you forgetting who my family is, babe?” He scoffed. “Five galaxies worth of villains couldn’t stop Bulma Briefs from getting in touch with me if she needed to. And that’s if my dad doesn’t get to me first.”

You laughed. “You got a point there.”

He chuckled too before pulling you on top of him. The sunlight spilled through the open windows and practically glowed off your dark skin

“Now,” he kissed your nose then your lips, “why don’t you relax and let daddy take your mind off all that, hm?”

(Don’t mind the song I just forgot to take it off)