Pyonpurin - けいう

art request of koganegawa alerting hinata of tsukki wearing the pink rio shirt 🤣

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tourists' attraction 😋

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amoreco

shoyo hinata x fem!reader

warnings smut, mdni, fic under the cut, brazil!hinata, thigh riding, semi-exhibitionism, poorly written smut, please do not perceive me, dom!hinata, did i mention semi-exhibitionism?, reader wears a skirt

the night air was thick–humid, sticky, and humming with the restless energy of the city. below them, rio pulsed with life. a distant beat of funk music thumped from a bar down the street, voices rising and falling in drunk laughter. the golden glow of streetlights flickered and touched it’s surroundings–creeping and crawling up to find anything to grab a hold up; however, up here, they were untouchable.

or at least they should’ve been.

he sat on the cushioned lounge chair, legs spread wide and shorts riding up his toned, tanned thighs. his skin was still warm from the days sun; the familiar mix of salt, sweat, and cinnamon lingered on him, spicy and addictive. it was so undeniably him.

“you sure about this, amoreco?” he teased, hands placed strategically against her waist, fingers gently tracing shapes into the soft fabric of her skirt as he stared up at her. there was a playful glint in his eyes, but the heat behind his gaze was unmistakable.

the heat between them was palpable, a charge in the air that was only growing stronger the longer they stayed like this. her heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed hard, trying to keep control, but it was hard when he looked at her like that.

before she could react, he shifted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he pulled her down, guiding her firmly onto his thigh. the motion was smooth, and as she settled herself onto him, the night air left traces of goosebumps on her bare skin.

she should have said no. the balcony wasn’t exactly hidden—anyone in the apartments across the way could look out at the right moment and see everything. but that was the problem. the risk of it, the heat curling in her belly at the thought of being almost caught.

and then there was him.

the way he looked at her, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed from more than just the warm night air. his fingers flexed against her waist, impatient.

she gasped at the touch, feeling the warmth of his leg beneath her, the friction as she instinctively shifted, her core brushing against him. the sudden pressure was almost overwhelming, and her body reacted before her mind could catch up—tightening, craving more.

there was nothing between them but heat—bare skin against his shorts, damp lace pressing against solid muscle.

his gaze was locked on her, intense, tracing every subtle shift of her body. he could feel the damp heat between her legs, could sense how much she needed him, and it only made him tighten his hold on her, pulling her down just a little more firmly.

“you’re already soaked,” he murmured, spreading his legs wider, making sure she felt every inch of his thigh pressing against her.

she whimpered, fingers clutching his shoulders, but he didn’t let her move just yet.

“i didn’t even do anything,” he teased, his tone light, but there was a rough edge to it now, something deeper. his hands slid lower, slipping beneath her skirt, palms warm against the curve of her ass.

“hina—”

“nah.” his grip tightened, cutting her off, forcing her hips down until she gasped. the pressure—god.

“shoyo,” he corrected, voice dark, dangerous in a way that made her shiver.

then he moved her. slow, controlled, dragging her exactly where he wanted.

“that’s it,” he praised, watching her the whole time, watching her fall apart. his eyes—sharp, locked onto hers, completely focused on the way she trembled in his hands.

he was watching her, and she could see the desire burning in his eyes. the way his lips parted slightly as he drew in a breath, the shaky exhale of a groan every time she moved.

the air between them was heavy, thick with anticipation. she could feel every tiny movement, the slow drag of his hands, the way her body was reacting to him—like she was coming apart at the seams, but he was the only thing keeping her together.

“shoyo…” she whispered, her voice trembling, but he silenced her with a look, his gaze intense. she felt lost, like she could fall into him completely.

“i know,” he whispered back, his voice low, like he was savoring every moment. “just a little longer.”

she shuddered at his words, her body betraying her. she wanted more, to find some release, but his hands held her in place, rocking her slow against his thigh, making her feel the tension stretch tighter. every moment, every touch, pushed her closer to the edge without giving her relief.

“please” she whispered, not sure if it was a plea for him to move or to stop. her body, however, knew better. the instinct to press against him, to seek out that friction, was too strong to fight.

“shh,” he murmured, his voice deep and playful, yet edged with something darker. he tightened his grip around her waist and moved her just slightly, deliberately, forcing her to feel the hardness of his thigh against her aching clit, the pressure making everything intensify. his gaze never left hers.

“you’re so eager,” he whispered, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. his hand moved from her waist to trace along her inner thigh, his touch light, teasing. “but you can’t rush this.”

her body responded before her mind could—her breath quickened, her pulse raced, and a heat blossomed low in her belly, spreading across her entire body. the subtle, teasing movements of his leg under her, making her grind just enough to feel it, only heightened the tension.

she tried to muffle a sound, biting her lip, but he wasn’t having that.

without warning, shoyo rocked his leg under her again, this time faster, more deliberate. his hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her, pushing her down onto him with the slightest pressure, making it impossible for her to hold back.

“don’t hold back. let me hear you,” he murmured, flexing his thigh, forcing more friction, more pressure.

her breath hitched as she moved against him, the pressure building with each deliberate thrust of his leg beneath her. his control was undeniable, the way he forced her to feel every inch of him, making her pulse race faster, the heat in her body so intense now it was almost unbearable.

his grip tightened on her waist, his movements growing faster, pushing her deeper, and she couldn’t help but gasp as her body shuddered against him, her mind clouded by nothing but him, his touch, the undeniable force of his presence.

below them, someone laughed in the street. a door opened in the apartment across from them. a light flicked on.

she froze.

but he didn’t.

“don’t stop now,” he said, voice dripping with amusement, dragging her hips down again, making her grind against him even harder.

her fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate.

“shoyo—someone—”

“then you better be quiet, baby.” his lips brushed her jaw, his grin nothing but trouble. “unless you want them to know what you’re doing out here.”

her stomach clenched, heat coiling low, thighs shaking against his. her grip on his shoulder never let go as she rode his thigh through her high; soft gaps and grunts fell from her lips, just fueling his own desire.

and when a shadow moved in a window across the way, a flicker of light catching someone’s silhouette, shoyo smirked.

“told you it was risky.”

hdonistic, 2025 -> please do not copy or repost my works without permission

Omi: *sniffles* ugh.. I really don’t like showing you this side of me..

Atsu: Well, too bad fer ya cuz I live fer it, Omi.

Omi: You like seeing me in pain?

Atsu: Never. But I do love that ya trust me with yer struggles the same way I trust ya with mine.

[comm] sasunaru you will always be famous

mi mi.. first time sending a req but i yearn for izu putting reader in a headlock and fucking himself stupid. sprinkle sprinkle, lots of luv ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

you got it<3

Izuku had been pent up for a bit, yearning for your touch. He needed you to make him feel better, his hand was no longer enough for him. He was just so busy that he never had the time to really enjoy what he was doing.

He'd finally gotten some time alone with you, and boy did he plan to make it count for something. Of course you didn't object, you wanted to make him feel better; to relieve him of his stress and other worries.

Izuku held you down in your bed, one hand on your hips the other on your throat. He was being quite aggressive but goodness you didn't mind. It was sexy to see this side of him, that terribly feral side. Where he acted like a wild animal who hadn't eaten in ages.

He roughly grinded his hips into yours groaning deeply with a rasp in his tone, he would pause his passion filled kisses for only a second just to breath or tell you how much he loved you. How much he needed you, how much he wanted to feel you squeeze around his cock.

The thought alone had his self control fleeting. He heard a mewl leave you as he moved his attention to your neck he knew you were sensitive there, nibbling lightly and sucking harshly hickeys onto your skin.

“ oh izuku..”

Your voice so soft and sweet silently pleading for him. It drove him crazy, what more could he have done besides rip all of your clothes off. He moves with haste, almost as if taken over by lust completely. Izuku flipped you over with ease as if you were nothing to him, pushing your back down into an aching arch a harsh slap coming to your ass warning a loud gasp from you.

Your eyes widened and your skin stung with pain. However you couldn't deny the butterflies that littered your stomach, the way your heart fluttered at the sudden excitement of this enticing side of your normally gentle and sweet boyfriend, your cunt clenched at the thought of how rough he might be with you tonight. Maybe you'd actually pass out from overwhelming pleasure....

An hour later you were a mess. Cheeks slick with tears, drool dripping down your lips past your chin and down your neck. Izuku had his fingers in your mouth while he had you in a headlock, his arm tightly around your neck as he grunted with each painful and sharp thrusts he delivered.

“ fucking hell.. take this fucking dick— take it.”

You couldn't speak, your voice raspy and hoarse eyes crossing and failing to focus on anything as you let him fuck you into oblivion. He was sweaty and so were you, it was terribly hot and him holding you so close skin against skin making you both even sweatier.

Your head was spinning and you were in pain. Izuku never pushed you past your limit but boy was tonight different, many different positions and many many orgasms. Izuku knew when to stop, he knew if you needed him to he would....right?

“ oh- oh yeah baby, so fuckin' good at this..”

You could hear his breath quicken, his pace fastening even more. He was in a daze dead set on emptying his tightening balls inside of you once more. His orgasms were always heightened, his hyperspermia had him cumming for a long time. And it was so much too, alot to take inside. But he knew you'd take it for him you were too fucked dumb to even protest.

A low groan left him, whines proceeding to leak from his mouth as well as he squeezed his eyes shut. Sweat dripping down his forehead past his eyebrow and onto his forearm around your neck, he kissed your head lightly and had his thumb rubbing your head too. It was sweet honestly, but you couldn't bother to think about it your cunt spasming around his cock and milking his cum out of him all over again.

“ gon... gonna cum...”

Izukus voice was low as it was quivering and you could hear whines leaving him. They grew louder as his hips slapped against your ass rougher, your hands squeezed around his forearm feeling his veins and the way he flexed around your neck causing you to feel lightheaded.

His orgasm came crashing onto him the way your pussy fluttered had him moaning in your ear, his hot breath was all over your body making your sweaty body even more moist. You felt his tight grip on your neck cease to exist a gush of air invading your lungs. The sharp intake of a ton of air making you choke on it, coughing and slouching forward to catch your breath.

As izuku came back to his senses it worried him, had he gone too far? Maybe he was a bit too rough with you....he could've let up a bit for you. He had put you through the ringer for a while.

“ hey, you okay? did I go too far..”

Those wide eyes of his carrying terrible guilt behind them. He rubbed circles on your back while you relaxed to his touch. You lean back against him his naked body against yours as you lay on him. He sighs and just lies down, you were both sweaty and the air you had forgotten existed felt so sweet in your moist bodies. You were pretty messy, leaking a heavy amount of his cum you figured this was either his problem or one for later.

Izuku took care of it of course.

yeah I need to do better...