One Of Suguru's Hands Was Firmly On Your Hip, Rubbing His Thumb In Circles Over Your Smooth Skin, While

Men that know you deserve better

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。。

He lays in bed cuddled up to you and watches you sleep peacefully. He looks at your beautiful features, your nose, your soft lips, the small strand of hair covering your face. He moves a strand of hair out of the way and tucks it behind your ear. He caresses your cheek, feeling your skin, which causes you to shift slightly but not wake up. He smiles softly.

But then his smile falters.

What did he do to deserve this.

A beautiful girl in his arms who loves him so much unconditionally.

He remembered when he has made you cry with his ruthlessness. You were just worried about him, and he reacted in a way that caused you to shed some tears. His heart broke when he heard your crying and apologized deeply.

He feels guilty even now. He sighs and almost cries. You deserve so much better but your still here, why? He feels heartbroken but then, you whisper his name in dreamy voice in your sleep. He looks at you wide eyed for a moment and then smiles softly again.

You're still here because you love him so much. And he loves you so much as well.

Because you two have fallen in love. That's why.

Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Levi Ackerman, Hanma Shuji, Draken, Senkuu Ishigami, Rin Itoshi, Kyo Sohma, Zora Ideale, Tsukishima Kei

©sinfulpanda16

CW/ TW. Possessive!Bakugou, Body Worship, Secret Relationships, Blow Jobs, Slight Exhibitionism, Fem!Reader

AN. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve posted anything, but it’s only been a week:) Here's part 2 for my possessive character series.

M. List | Gojo | Bakugou | Atsumu

Possessive!Bakugou who acts like he doesn't care when he hears about some extra—Shindo, or whatever the fuck his name is—having a crush on you, his pretty office assistant.

The number two hero doesn’t have time to get jealous over mundane shit like that. Still, he can’t help the way his fists clench when it’s that very same extra bringing you coffee every morning or making you laugh at the copier machine.

And it definitely doesn’t escape Katsuki’s attention when you glance down at the Grand hero’s exposed chest from his outfit, noticing how your eyelashes flutter nervously before you look away. 

Possessive!Bakugou who scowls at the flush coloring your cheeks when you bring the files he’d asked for—only after Shindo stopped by your desk to invite you to a party being thrown for the country’s heroes that weekend.

It’s moments like these that he wishes he never came up with that stupid rule to keep your relationship a secret.

When you walk up to his desk, Katsuki wraps his hand around your wrist instead of taking the files and drags you down onto his lap, pressing a kiss against your surprised face. Today you’re wearing the sundress that makes his cock strain uncomfortably against his suit, and he can’t help himself from yanking the bodice of your dress down just underneath the swell of your breasts.

“B-but, Katsu, we’re at work—”

“Let me enjoy these perfect fucking tits, huh?” he growls before sucking a nipple into his greedy mouth.

You whine. “Katsu.”

The door is closed, so nobody can see what you’re doing, though, when he glances at it and hears Shindo talking to someone on the other side… He wishes it was open.

Possessive!Bakugou who has enough one day after that fucking extra tries asking you out on another date—this time right in front of Katsuki.

It’s late afternoon, and almost everyone has already left for lunch on their floor. Well, all except one. 

You’re on the floor between his knees, spit dribbling down your chin, whimpering while trying to open your throat for him. 

He brushes your hair away from your face, watching your mouth messily slurp around his cock under his desk—his jaw is slack, and his other hand clenched on the armrest of his chair. “So good—fuck, baby—so fucking pretty,” he mutters, his top teeth catching his bottom lip.

His head tilts back when you eagerly fill your mouth with him again and again until he feels you choke, making his thighs flex under your hands. Katsuki’s thumb smooths an arc across your cheek.

“Princess,” he huffs. “I love that little mouth—”

There’s a knock against his door, and he feels you panic, moving to pull off his cock. But the hand in your hair tightens, keeping you pressed against him. Your nails bite into his skin, tears prickling your lashline as small distressed mewls escape your lips.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he hisses.

Another knock echoes in his office.

“C-come in.”

Shindo opens the door and pops his head in, brows furrowed. “Have you seen—”

Whatever he’s about to say is lost on Katsuki because his ears are ringing when he feels you swallow around him, and his balls draw up tight against his body, and—

Possessive!Bakugou who grunts when you moan around his cock as he cums down your throat, his lips twitching at the look of shock on the extra’s face.

“Yeah, I’ve seen her,” he says eventually, glancing down at your glazed eyes. “But she’s busy.”

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HOW THEY HIT IT FROM THE BACK [BNHA]

dabi thrusts with the weight of his 5′9″ frame, each impactful collision of his body against yours concentrated with the heat of his quirk. every slap of either his hands or stomach against the swell of your ass, burns with the heat coursing through his veins. every new impact fills you with a searing warmth and a terrifying thrill for more. whines and moans fall from your lips, provoking the brutal nature of the anti-hero,s firm grim, anchoring you to the hilt of his sheathed cock. “be a good kitten and behave, don’t make daddy mad. you wouldn’t like me when i’m mad.” scarred hands tug the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his bare torso. arms wind around your bicep, yanking you back as your feet touch the air. “fuck, fuck,” dabi hisses into your ear, the heat of his body becoming an unbearable force as every touch bruises your sore ass. the male hoisting you into the air, forcing his cock to reach sensitive spots deep inside you groans against your ear, nibbling at your lobe. you twist your neck back to bury your lips against dabi’s, swallowing the pants accenting his expressive voice. “vixen,” you hisses again, “bad little bunny, aren’tcha?” placing you back on the bed, the villain stares down at where creamy rings of cum saturated his irritated cock.

bakugou smothers you beneath his weighted, chiseled figure. dick buried, you can hardly wiggle to accomodate to the girth and length. “take it easy princess.” he growls against the back of your neck. large, calloused hands that spread your arms beneath yours, immobilizing you to the mattress gravitate to the center of your spine, the other concentrated at the back of your neck. leaning back to admire your disheveled appearance, bakugou spreads your cheeks, smirking how greedy the skin of your entrance peels back before disappearing with his sinking length. “thats it, yes.” a hiss reaches the air, one hand fisted into your locks, slamming the lonely remainder in. you mewl sharply at the rough treatment, back bowing shyly as you tighten around the intrusive member. “fuck,” he exhales shamelessly, heated voice fading across your body. “conna let me cum inside baby? you want a baby like us?” focusing his weight again in slow, aching strokes of his cock inside you, the pro hero grunts as he stills, creamy seed burying in your tummy. “my, my, look how much you came.” the blonde taunts, fingers pushing the cum around at where it leaks from your connected bodies. 

aizawa pins your legs apart, sinking in slowly inch by inch. “good boy,” he praises to your sultry whimpers, uncertain if the whines burning off your lips are of pleasure or impatience. “you can take more, you have before.” he observes, watching as your hidden features flinch at the stretch. crimson visionares glare down at how your body nurses every inch of his cock, every inch aching to breed you.“just like that, like my pretty little slut.” warm, caring hands accented with scars from his former fights trace circles down your back, comforting your moans. “more, you’re asking for all of it darling?” a smirk edges into the male’s gravely voice, weak at the sensation of you clinging to every inch he’s offered. “no more complaining then, you can handle it.” pressing a small kiss to the back of your shoulder, aizawa’s body caresses yours, hands tastiing the tension in your curling fingers. “feel me when i’m giving myself to you babe. don’t you want to feel good?” you moan wordlessly at his gentle voice.

sero binds your limbs together, ignorant to your discomfort. “bitching, again baby?” the tape quirked male tuts, observing a small sliver of drool leaking from the edge of the cellophane covering over your lips. “what was that sweetheart?” a dark wordless smirk spreads over his teasing mouth, “i can’t hear anything but my little slut whining for more. that’s right, isn’t it?” tears slide from the corner of your eyes as the sticky substance of your essence saturates his burying cock. “fuck, you’re just the tightest little thing, aren’t you. always begging for more.”

todoroki eases the tip in slowly, matching the pace with the whimpers suggesting your pleasure. “here?” he mumbles into your throat, occupied hands teasing at your nipples. “you like when i fill you slowly, share myself with you?” the fire and ice quirked male bites lovingly into your shoulder, containing a moan as he bottoms out. “don’t move, please. don’t wanna cum too soon.”

CAN U PLZ DO BABY DADDY SUKUNA AND SURUGU TOO?? (i love u)

THAT'S JUST MY BABY DADDY! #3 — GETO + SUKUNA

SYNOPSIS...geto and sukuna being annoying baby daddies that still make their way into your pants

INFO...sukuna x fem!reader, geto x fem!reader, p in v, sloppy kisses, baby daddy drama (yk the drill), jealousy, alcohol mentioned, possessiveness, choking, spanking

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

thanks for the request anon (i love you too)

part 1 part 2

SUKUNA

you finally got your daughter down to sleep, placing her stuffie beside her, shutting her light off and walking out her room. Just as you were getting ready to wash the dishes, your doorbell rang, an annoyed sigh leaving your lips. “Who the hell is ringing my doorbell so late?” You stomp over to the door. “Who is it?” You call out.

“Ryo!” No one other than your baby daddy. As if you weren’t already annoyed, you roll your eyes and open the door to see him standing there. His eyes rake over your body as if he didn’t see you just an hour ago when he dropped his daughter off. “I left her blanket at my place. Thought I bring it back.” He stepped into your house without hesitation.

“Damn, well come on in,” you scoff, shutting the door behind him. He tosses the blanket on the couch. “She’s sleeping, so don’t wake her.” You walk towards the sink, turning it on.

He hums in response, walking around your house, seeing how tidy you keep it, remembering all the moments you two shared before breaking up. He ever so carefully walks up behind you, leaning against the counter. He just looks at you, smirking to himself. “I can feel you staring, weirdo.” You glance over your shoulder.

He laughs, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Can you blame me?” He exhales, stepping closer and closer until he’s inches away from you. His hands reach out and snake around your waist, startling you. “How’ve you been?” He asks, his sultry tone sending chills down your spine.

You shake your head at his weak attempt to get in your pants. “Leave me alone, Ryomen.” You nudge him with your elbow.

“Come on! I know you’re not getting good dick anywhere else. When was the last time we did it, huh? A month?” He questions. You groan in annoyance, turning the sink off and drying your hands on the towel.

“That was the final time.” You stare at him. “We promised no more after that.”

“You really think I meant it? Think a promise is gonna keep me away from you?” He cages you in between him and the counter.

“I’m not just some girl you’re gonna fuck when you wanna get your dick wet.” You push him away from you and walk over to the couch to grab your daughter’s blanket. “Find someone else.”

He laughs at your stubbornness, trailing behind you. “You know no one tastes or feels as good as you. Why do you think I keep coming back, hm?” He narrows his eyes at you.

“Ryomen, I’m not doing this shit with you tonight. Get your dick wet somewhere else,” you say, annoyance in your tone. His warm hands find your waist once again and he’s pulling you closer to him. His soft lips kiss down your neck and back up towards your jaw.

“Just once more. I swear that’ll be the last time,” he whispers. And you don’t know if he casted some type of spell on you or something because within the next five minutes he was in your bed.

Your knees were pushed to your chest, a long whine leaving your lips every time he hit your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. “Feel so fucking good around me,” he grunts, pressing his forehead against yours. “That’s right, lemme look into those eyes, show me how good I make you feel.”

You’re clinging onto his biceps, nails leaving crescent marks in his skin the harder and faster he goes. God, you hate to admit how good it feels. How good he feels. “Mmmm, Ryo. Fuck!” You moan, your jaw slack as pushes his cock deeper.

“Can feel this pussy squeezing me. You gonna cum, baby? Yeah? Yeah?” He coos, a smug smile on his face as he pushes your legs farther. “There you go, baby. Yes, cum all on my dick. Goddamn.” He watches your eyes roll back, a soft cry leaving your lips, your body shaking.

“This…this is the last time!” You manage to speak, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Shut up.” He kisses you sloppily, swiping his tongue against yours, continuing to pound your poor cunt. He knows this won’t be the last just as much as you know. You’re only saying it to make yourself feel better about cumming on his dick so easily.

GETO

after a stressful week, you were finally able to go out and have fun with your best friend, Shoko, while Utahime offered to watch your daughter for the night. It felt good to get out, drinking, dancing, a change of scenery compared to being cooped up in the house all day. You’re swaying your hips to the music, taking shots and you can already feel the regret coming next morning.

“Hey!” Shoko shouts. “I think Suguru is here!” She looks in the direction where he’s sitting.

“What?” You lean in closer towards her.

“Suguru! He’s here!” She points towards the crowd and to where the seating area is. You follow to where to points and see Suguru talking to some random girl on his lap, laughing his way into some mediocre sex.

“So what?!” You shout back, shrugging your shoulders. “He probably doesn’t even know I’m here! Fuck it!” You smile at Shoko, grabbing her to dance.

“I’m gonna go grab another drink!” She lets go of your hand and walks towards the bar.

You’re too tipsy to even care, in your own little world, dancing and eyeing all the handsome men around you. “Excuse me?” You feel hands on your waist and turn to see a tall, muscular man looking right at you. “Sorry, I just wanted to say you’re beautiful. I saw you dancing from over there!” He points to his seating lounge. “Wanna come sit?”

“Thank you!” You smile, placing your hand on his broad chest. “I’m here with my friend. Can we wait for her—oh there she is. Shoko!” You wave her over and she hurries through the crowd. “He invited us to sit with him, come on.”

“Fuck it, I’m down.” She sips from her drink.

The man grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd of people. It felt good to sit after standing in heels all night. After settling down you could finally get a better look at the man, noticing his sharp features and the scar on the corner of his lip. How handsome he was. What you didn’t notice was how closely Suguru was watching you, eyeing your every move. He took notice of the way your hand ended up on that guys thigh, how easily you laughed at his jokes.

“I’ll be back, gonna grab us some shots.” The girl got up from off his lap.

“Yeah, you do that.” He said without moving an inch, so fixated on you and you only. He couldn’t deny how good you looked tonight. Hands and toes freshly did, your hair in a style he’s never seen, and that dress that hugged your body so tight, showing off every curve you had. Without hesitation, he got up from his seat and walked over.

Shoko looked behind her just in time, eyes wide before immediately turning to face you. “He’s coming over.” She tapped your leg.

“Huh?” Your brows creased.

“Suguru!” She yelled in a whisper. “He’s walking over—heyyyy!” She smiled up at him.

“Hey, Shoko. Hey, y/n.” He greeted you.

You ignored him, sipping from your glass, hugging against the man who you knew as Toji, his arm wrapped around your waist. There was an awkward tension in the air, Shoko clearing her throat as she smiled.

“Y/n, can I talk to you really quick?” He stood in front of you now. “We’ll just be five minutes.” He looked at Toji, grabbing you away from him.

“Ugh, what do you want? Do you have to ruin every fun thing I do?” You follow him into the bathroom. He locks the door, standing before you, looking into your eyes. “What, Suguru?” You fold your arms over your chest.

He knows he’s tipsy, and so are you but he can’t deny what he’s feeling right now and from the looks of it, he can tell you’re feeling the same exact way. “You piss me off. But fuck, you look good doing it. Hugging up on that random ass guy, touching him.” He grits his teeth.

“Don’t be a hypocrite. I saw your little girlfriend sitting on your lap earlier. Where is she now?” You raise a brow.

“She’s a random girl. Don’t even know her name. Why? You jealous?” He walks closer towards you, closing the gap.

“Are you?” You retort, never breaking eye contact with him. There’s several seconds of silence besides the blaring music in the background, until his lips are suddenly on yours, stealing every breath.

Minutes later, you’re bent over the bathroom sink, your skirt bunched up at your waist while he pounds into you. His hand is wrapped around your throat as you grip the sink, feeling like your legs were about to give out any second. “Sugu…fuck!” You whimper. His hips slam against yours, your body jolting forward.

“That’s right, pretty. This is my pussy. Look at how well she’s taking me,” he chuckles, looking down at the way his cock disappears inside of you so effortlessly. “My god.” He lands a few harsh slaps on your ass.

You’re reaching out, pushing back on his stomach in attempts to get him to slow down, feeling like you were going to crumble beneath him. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” You cry. “You’re so fucking deep!” You gasp.

“Yeah?” He pulls you flush against his chest, nibbling on your earlobe. “That’s just how you like it. Deep and slow, hard and fast. I know all the ways to make you cum,” he whispers. He grips your throat tighter. Plap! Plap! Plap! “Better hope your new boyfriend doesn’t realize how long you’ve been gone. Don’t want him to get suspicious.”

Your body convulses as a harsh orgasm takes over you. “Ah! I’m cumming!” You whine before your jaw drops. Geto can feel your pussy fluttering around his cock, making it hard for him not to cum inside. But, now that he thinks about it…that wouldn’t be all too bad.

thinking about... ❝ roommates ❞

featuring... megumi fushiguro

content warning: MDNI (18+), roommate!megumi, megumi is bad at feelings (who is surprised), subtle!alt!megumi, dick piercing (what who said that??), fingering, blowjob, alcohol

author's note: i freaking love this anon so i'm doing a drabble while i write the megumi car sex fic

── roommate!megumi who is super cold and dismissive when you first move in. you needed a place for college and your friend hooked it up but she neglected to tell you he was fucking hot.

── roommate!megumi barely talks to you, and when he does, it's brief and short and makes you think he hates you for some reason. but what you're really annoyed about is how attractive he is and he gives you nothing.

── roommate!megumi who is so fucking hot when he's fixing the sink or when he casually mentions your car is making a weird sound and he fixes it like it's nothing and shit– he takes his shirt off to wipe the grease off his hands and the man is sex on a stick with ink adorning his body like some kind of emo greek god.

── roommate!megumi who comes back from the gym in compression shirts and low hanging sweatpants and you're trying to focus on your college assignment but he's being really distracting when he lifts the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, showing off his sculpted abs.

── you're starting to think he's doing it on purpose when he wordlessly brings you takeout or offers to drive you to campus when it's raining because "driving in this weather would be fucking stupid."

── but things are still weird between you and roommate!megumi because even tho he can be strangely considerate, he's also impossible to read. that is why you buy him a fancy bottle of liquor to thank him for letting you stay in the spare room.

── roommate!megumi who loosens up after a little alcohol, take out and movies, the two of you talking and drinking until well into the night.

── roommate!megumi who gets a little bold, moving some of your hair out of your face and telling you that you're cute when you get flustered because he's not dumb, he sees your sly glances and how you choke on air when he walks into the kitchen without a shirt on.

── but also roommate!megumi who is just as fucking guilty of checking you out when you come home from the club with your friends in a tiny fucking dress and heels, or when you lounge around in the tiniest shorts he's ever seen and a tight tank top.

── you operating on liquid courage and finally admitting that you find him pretty hot, "you gotta know i'm into you by now, fushiguro."

── roommate!megumi who thinks you're so cute, "yeah, i can tell." and he's running his thumb over your lips and suddenly you two are tipsy and clumsily making out on the couch.

── roommate!megumi who is so handsy, groping your tits through your shirt, grabbing at the flesh of your ass over your flimsy pyjama pants and manhandling you into his lap to grab at your hips and pull your shirt over your head.

── roommate!megumi who always wears rings on his fingers and they're so cold against your warm skin as he plays with your tits and pushes his hand down your panties.

── roommate!megumi who gets you off on his fingers alone while you whine and hump against his hard-on.

── and roommate!megumi who presses his fingers against your tongue until you suck his fingers clean of your arousal.

── and now you're sliding down his body until you're perched between his legs on your knees, his fingers tangling in your hair as he chuckles at your still quivering legs and hands as you reach for his hard cock in his boxers.

── and of course, roommate!megumi who has a secret frenum piercing. a cute silver barbell staring you dead in the eyes.

── and while you're beyond intimidated, you're fucking salivating at the idea of having him down your throat, but knowing you, you've always gotta be a teasing smart ass, "didn't take you for a jewellery kinda guy, megumi."

── roommate!megumi who chuckles lowly and sits back, "piercing isn't for me, baby."

── roommate!megumi who quickly becomes your scary dog privilege boyfriend and fucks you against every surface in your apartment like his life fucking depends on it.

author's note: and they were roommates (p.s. should i make this a series?? cus he got me feelin some typa wayyy)

Haikyu men thinking of you while masturbating - Part 2

NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Summary: This is the second part for timeskip Suna, Iwaizumi and Kuroo. Hope you like it and let me know what you think :)

Rintarou Suna

He feels them on his body again; these eyes. They are fixed on him as he gets out of the swimming pool, he practically feels them burning on him. Suna turns his head into your direction and you stare right back at him, peeking over your book. Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize that you’ve just been caught staring. You quickly avert your gaze, moving your book to shield your face from his gaze. He tries to keep his expression blank, but he can’t help a small, cocky smile tugging at his lips at your cute reaction.

He makes his way to his chair, which is placed just a few meters away from yours. And if you were the one staring before, it’s now his turn. You continue reading, or maybe you’re just pretending to, he's not sure. Suna observes you, his green eyes hungry. This isn’t the first time he has ogled you since you were laying there. But this time, he is shameless.

His narrow eyes are trained on your face as he watches you nibble on your bottom lip, a slight frown painted on your face. Your lips look so plush and soft. His gaze drops lower, noticing the way a single droplet of water runs down your chest, along your exposed cleavage. He notices your beautiful tummy, your gorgeous waist, your pretty legs. Your body is wet and slippery. He wonders how soft your skin would feel against his palms, as his hands smooth over your curves.

And as Rinatrou watches you, warmth spreads through his body. He gazes at your delicate hands holding your book. He is curious as to what else they can do. How would they feel tangled in his hair, holding onto him as you would pull him closer? How would your lips feel on his, kissing him, tasting each other?

He wants to tease you by biting your bottom lip softly, just like you do now. Fuck, he can’t seem to get his eyes away from you. He’s full on staring, imagining things, vast lewd scenarios. Suna swallows hard, his mouth is getting dry.

Then you turn your head, catching his eyes. Suna is completely caught off guard. He sure as hell wasn’t prepared for locking eyes with you. Suddenly, he is painfully aware of his heart pounding against his chest, fast and hard. And then a small smile spreads across your face, your eyes glinting with amusement. Oh my god.

He isn’t capable of returning your smile, he just peers at you. You’re truly breathtaking. He keeps on staring right into your captivating eyes.

Fuck, why does he feel so hot all of a sudden? He was just cooling off in the water. After a few seconds, which feel like lifetimes for Rintarou, you turn your head back, concentrating on your book. And he does the same, staring ahead of him. But he doesn’t even perceive what is going on around him.

He just notices arousal cursing through his body, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything other than you. But he ignores you sternly. And then it dawns on him, that his usual cool exterior can’t be hold up anymore. Not when he feels blood rushing down to his cock.

Suna quickly gets up, taking long strides to the changing rooms. Fuck, this really can’t be happening right now. Well, now he isn’t that cocky anymore.

He quickly shuts the door of the changing room behind him. He leans against the door, letting out a deep breath. His eyes travel down his body. Yeah, that’s bad. His dick is now full on straining against his trunks. He rubs his hand over his face, pushing his wet hair back. He has to take care of that. Now. Luckily the room is empty, so it’s now or never.

Rintarou sighs as he tugs his trunks down. His cock springs free, right into his hand, urging to get a release. Some strands of his brown hair hang into his field of vision, as he watches his fist dragging up and down his shaft. He can already see pre-cum leaking from his slit. Did you bewitch him or something?

He drags his thumb over his slit, spreading his cum. He throws his head back, a quiet grunt falling from his lips. Suna imagines you being here with him. He sees your body next to him, wet and slippery as his hands would slide up your sides, grabbing your ass, your thighs, your breasts. Your wet hair framing your face beautifully, as your eyes look at him pleadingly.

These fucking eyes. What could he discover in them, when you have your lips wrapped around his fingers, your tongue dancing around his fingertips. His other fingers buried deep in your pussy, thrusting into you painfully slow. “Messy girl” he breathes, as he imagines your arousal dripping down his hand. Suna is so wrapped up in his fantasy, the thought of someone trying to enter the room doesn’t even cross his mind. The faint possibility of it only heightens his lust.

Rintarou visualizes sinking his thick dick into your soaking hole, fucking you against the door, your thighs wrapped around his waist. Such a filthy girl, having sex in a public changing room. He suppresses a groan falling from his parted mouth, as his pace increases. He imagines you sucking his fingers again, desperately trying to muffle your whimpers and moans from spilling.

He pumps faster into his swollen tip, his hips bucking, thrusting into his fist. After a few thrust his orgasm washes over him. He cums with a staggered groan, his cum shooting out of him as he imagines cumming deep inside of you, as you clench around him, milking him dry.

Suna still pants heavily as he snaps out of his daze. He comes back into the here and now, realizing what just happened. Fuck, this might be the fastest time he has ever managed to cum.

Hajime Iwaizumi

And there you are again; Tuesday evening, as usual. Iwaizumi would lie to himself if he said he didn’t wait for you. He actually picked up a habit; going to the gym when he guesses you will be there as well.

He has seen you a few times, always looking stunning. He tries his best not to stare; there are already enough men staring at you without him. But he can’t help himself, his eyes automatically searching for you.

Today, you’re wearing tight leggings and a skimpy sports bra. Shit; it will be hard for him to concentrate on his training.

Hajime tries to ignore you, continuing his training. He lifts his weighs, does his pull-ups and deadlifts. But between every of his sets his gaze flickers to you. He tries to look respectfully. But when you start doing squats, he doesn’t know if he still looks respectfully.

His eyes are fixed on your figure as you dip down. Your ass. He really has no words. Iwaizumi can’t help wondering how it would look bare, without the bothering excuse of pants.

He reaches for his water bottle, his eyes still fixed on your form. He gulps down water, some dripping down his chin, staining his shirt. He doesn’t even notice, his gaze now trailing over your features. It doesn’t matter how many times he looks at you; your eyes still take his breath away. They are bright and beautiful. And - oh my god - they stare right back at him. He meets your piercing gaze. Shit, when did you turn your head!?

He nearly chokes on his water. Iwaizumi feels his cheeks burning, his chest tightening. Fuck. He lowers the bottle from his lips in slow-motion. This is so embarrassing. Wait - are you laughing at him? Uhm… yes. You are.

You are … smiling at him? He feels his chest warming up. Your smile is so sweet. He tries his best to return it, but he isn’t sure if any of his face muscles obey his will. And then it’s over. You turn your head again and concentrate on your work-out. Iwaizumi gives his best to follow your example, but now he is all over the place. Shit. What did you do to him?

A frown is painted on his face for the rest of his workout. He doesn’t dare to look at you anymore. When he is finished, he heads straight to the changing room. And that is when his eyes catch you again. But this time you’re behind the large glass window, in one of the class rooms. Is this - You’re attending a yoga class? His eyes goes wide. This is new. And he likes it. No. He loves it.

Hajime stands on the edge of the window, your back turned to him. He is sure he is safely hidden from your sight. And it seems that you are totally wrapped up in your practice, that you wouldn’t notice anything. At least that is what he tells himself because his eyes can’t seem to leave your figure.

His gaze lingers on you, far, far too long. He drinks up every move of yours. How you bend and flow, your body twisting in every possible position. Wow. You’re quite flexible, Iwaizumi notes. This thought alone makes his mouth run dry. He knows it’s creepy, but the rational part of his brain has shut off since you flashed him your sweet smile. Your skin is painted with a sheen layer of sweat, making your skin glow.

With every passing minute the tension in his body rises, but Hajime can’t seem to get away. He feels heat traveling down to his cock, but instead of trying to leave he just stands there, glued to the spot, continuing to watch you. Only when he hears footsteps approaching behind him, he snaps out of it and gets going.

His hurried footsteps take him to the changing room. He can feel his erection straining against his trousers. He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes and curses silently to himself. Fuck. He isn’t a teenager anymore, why is he standing here with a raging erection? Why is this happening, now of all times? Luckily, the other men in the changing room don’t seem to notice.

Iwaizumi lets out a deep sigh. He has to do something about that. Now. He quickly moves towards the bathroom, closing the door of the bathroom stall behind him.

He tugs his pants and his boxer down in one pull. His cock springs free, throbbing to get his release. He lifts the hem of his shirt, biting down onto it, because he knows; he will have trouble to stay silent. Especially, when the images of you keep flooding his mind. He knows he can’t function, if he doesn’t spill them out of him. So he spits into his hand, gripping his thick dick tightly. He starts dragging his hand along the length of his cock, his half-lidded eyes fixed on his doing. But his mind is fixed on something else.

Hajime sees you, sticking up your ass, arching your back. Sweat dripping down your chest. He can’t help wondering how your beautiful ass would feel in his hand. Kneading it, spanking it, seeing waves ripple on it as he pounds into you from behind.

His other hand steadies him on the wall of the bathroom stall as he accelerate his pace, his biceps flexing. He imagines having his way with you in his bed; bending you into every form and position he pleases. The way your pussy would feel around him, as he would thrust into you. How you would pant and whimper when he fills you up.

His hand continues dragging along the length of his dick. His shirt luckily muffles the whimper escaping his mouth, when his thumb drags along his slit, feeling pre-cum slick against his finger.

Iwaizumi wonders how well you would take him, how tight your walls would wrap around him. How loud would you cry when he makes you cream around his cock? He can only imagine the sinful sounds falling from your lips, the lewd noise of your soaking pussy filling up his room.

The grip on his cock becomes stronger, his bicep flexes as he pumps faster. His other hand on the wall holds tighter, his head dipping low as his half-lidded eyes fixate on his fist.

He watches his hand stroking up and down his cock, concentrating on his sensitive tip. Iwaizumi imagines your ass in front of him, as he cums with a muffled groan. His hips jerk into his fist, as his hot cum shoots out of him, staining his hand and dripping down onto the floor as he pants heavily.

Oh how he wishes he could paint your ass with his spent instead. But what he longs even more for, is a private workout session. He’s sure he could make it worth your while.

Tetsurou Kuroo

“Shit” Kuroo mutters under his breath. A deep sigh slips from his lips as he drags his hand over his face. He looks at the time on his computer screen; it’s already a few minutes past midnight. And he still has so much work to do.

He would argue that this isn’t entirely his fault. Well, it is. But you’re also at fault. Because no matter how hard Tetsurou tries to concentrate, his mind always wanders back to you. This isn’t a new occurrence for him. But this time, he can’t seem to banish you from his mind. Because today, for the first time, he didn’t have to stare at you from afar, like he usually does. Today, after lusting over you since you started working with him, you were alone with him for a few minutes. Alone, right next to him in his office.

And when Tetsurou thinks about that moment, he is sure, he won’t be able to finish his work without getting these thoughts of you out of his head. He takes a deep breath, loosening his tie and tilting his head back against the chair. No. No, he really shouldn’t do this. A part of him knows it’s wrong, he shouldn’t think about a colleague in such a way.

Normally, Kuroo wouldn’t entertain such thoughts about a coworker. But it’s you. With you, oh with you, it’s different. For you, he would break any rule. He feels his blood run hot, lust cursing through his weary body. It’s already so late, his mind dull from working the whole day.

So he succumbs, his hand palming his already hardened dick through his pants. He hisses quietly and he swears, he can still smell your scent lingering in his office. Kuroo takes another deep breath and recalls earlier today.

The way you came into his office, your high heels clicking on the floor. Your beautiful long legs in your black tights. Fuck, this image alone could make him cum on the spot.

He knows it has no use trying to stop here. Not when he can practically still feel you being here in the room with him.

Kuroo opens his pants, pulling down his boxers, revealing his hard and throbbing dick. He takes his cock into his hand, stroking lazily up and down. He supposes the whole building is empty, so he doesn’t bother to suppress his low groan. His half-lidded eyes are trained on the spot where you stood earlier.

He sees you standing there again, in your tight skirt. The way you hunched over to show him something on his computer screen. He could appreciate your features from up close; your striking eyes looking at him questionably, if he understood everything. The way you moved a piece of hair over your shoulder.

His hand picks up the pace slightly, as his eyes drift shut. He could have taken you right then and there. His large hands grabbing you, pulling up your skirt, feeling on you. He could rip your tights apart, revealing your panties to him. Or maybe you’re wearing stockings underneath. At this thought alone, his impatient hand speeds up the pace; pumping hurriedly into his swollen tip.

Bending you over his desk, sinking into you, noticing how wet you are for him. And he knows - he just knows - that you like that; the possibility of people hearing you as he pounds into you.

And he just imagines the pretty sounds he could elicit your plush lips. Sweet moans and whimpers falling on his ears, as he does you so good, making you feel so satisfied. “Make some noise for me” Kuroo mutters, his hand squeezing harder around his throbbing cock, as more and more sinful pictures come into his mind.

Your ass jiggling with every thrust of his, your wrists wrapped in his tie, your back arched for him. His fist squeezes his cock tighter, his strokes getting faster.

And he just envisions how it’s not his hand but your pussy around him, spasming and fluttering around his pulsing length. A few deep groans fall from Kuroo’s parted lips as he feels his orgasm nearing. He focuses on his swollen tip until he cums hard with a low groan. His hips jerk shallowly, his thighs tensing, as his hot cum drips down his balls and onto his hand.

Oh, what he would give to see his cum dripping down your thighs instead, staining your stockings white.

©sweetdreamlandstuff

nightwing x gojo 🦇

ac: kayaxxo

asiah-

'm thinking of getou who has a pretty little housewife

he likes to treat her so well, spoil her and give her leedle gifts. but unfortunately, he also wants leedle pudgy babies to take care of so he bullies your pussy into submission 😥

ᥫ᭡ ─ UP UNTIL DAWN. ⸝⸝ suguru getō.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ suguru x f!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ you've always given getō what he's asked, but tonight, he's telling you what he's truly been wanting..

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 0.9k wc. pwp. breeding (& kink). established marriage. mating press. pregnancy. creampie. overstimulation(?). talk of: pregnancy & babies. (17+).

you've been such a good little housewife. keeping up with everything and treating your beloved husband with the utmost love and care. even the consistent reminder that you were being an exemplary wife a man could ask for that was being delivered with sweet gifts of love to small chocolates that made you feel like you were doing your finest..

but the way getō's slamming his heavy cock into your sweet cunny made you feel as if he's irritated with you. irritated that you were giving him everything except the one thing he needed most.

your gasps for air dissolve into placated whines, but those little whines are being suffocated through the damp fabric that's stuffed into your babbling mouth..

you remember scarcely how they snug nicely around your hips..

getō was being relentless, as if you deserved to be punished for ignoring his needs. needs you didn't even know you had to serve until he spoke,

"y'know, little wife's like you give everything to their husbands—fuck—but you.. you forgot to give me what i want most," the dominance in his voice that growled close to the shell of your ear ignited your internal engines,

“what i need.”

still confused and high off his cock, the many things he’s wanted, you’ve always given, but what was it that he truly wanted..

the makeshift gag suppressed your loud cry of surprise when getō swiftly positioned your legs with your knees bent towards your chest; he was folding you like you were some paper. the savagery feeling of his slick cock burying itself deeper in a single thrust, you could feel him splitting you in half, the crown of his leaking cock jackhammering into your cervix mercilessly.

"you forgot to give me some perfect little babies.” your blood ignited hearing him say that so roughly, and that’s when everything clicked.

the times he’s pointed out the happy couples swaying a cute baby together in a park, pointing out how cute baby clothes are, and even mocking the idea of having one flat out. you’ve always thought he was joking to get a flustered reaction from you, but this deep tone in his voice, the way he’s stuffing you impossibly deep with his cock, barely pulling out.

he was serious.

you want nothing to do with babies, but the way getō is curving his fat cock to jam directly at your womb is making you fall into submission at the idea. the idea of him pumping you full of his thick seed every night, knowing he will never settle with just one. he's a greedy man and you'll be overburdened with his children. waddling around with children that look just like him on each hip, along with another brewing in your belly.

“hm, how does that sound? ‘m gonna fill you up.. yeah, fill you to the brim with my cum,” getō would give you twins if he could tonight. stuff you with so much cum you'll end up with two.

you finally fall into the idea, a pleading whine and a needy nod told him so, making a devious smirk layout on his sweating face.

“oh yeah? you want me to fuck a baby right into you, huh?” the pleads you were delivering to him made his thrusts grow with more urgency. possession, fierce and dark, grew in his expression even more than usual. another roll, another lift of your thighs with his help, and you two were panting with greed for each other's touch. for each other's release.

pleasure, wicked and electrifying, coursed through every muscle and nerve in your body until it culminated in your convulsing cunt. the primal-ness in his thrusts was numbing your lower region, tingling trails of goosebumps along your frame as those wonderful deep-chested grunts and moans he was making signaled he was close to that sweet release.

getō’s toned body was on top of yours fully, his heavy weight pressing you further down into the mattress; his chest close to your face, hearing his heart thundering with anticipation. sweat beaded across your bodies as electrifying sparks cracked between you two the second getō snapped his hips a little harder than intended and you felt that breath of air you were desperately taking leave your body.

“take it all. take every last drop.”

getō shudders, letting out a low guttural brawl. the way his balls squeezed and convulsed against you and his cock twitching and throbbing made it impossible not to feel it all; the jerking of his hips as he released his hot ribbons of thick cum into your squeezing cunt, painting every inch of your gummy walls.

he stayed deeply embedded in your fluttering cunt until he was satisfied with the thought that his cum was already settling in your womb. and when he finally pulled out his softening cock, he did so gradually, doing his best to keep his baby batter mess from spilling out of you.

getō tried to catch any bit of his escaping thick load with his thumb, carefully scooping it and pushing it as deep as he can back inside of you, but the way your used little cunt was greedily clenching, keeping in his load made him smile heartily.

and that night, not a single drop was wasted.

₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭ @getoswhore — refrain from plagiarizing, translating, modifying, and/or reposting my work!

Warnings: NSFW🔞, somnophilia, cum eating, non con, age gap (Toji is mid 40s reader is early 20s) just a drabble

Toji’s large figure looms in the doorway of his son’s room, his eyes are locked onto you, Megumi’s best friend, as you sleep peacefully on the floor.

Minutes pass and in the eyes of anyone on the outside looking in, Toji’s shadow would look terrifying in the doorway considering how large he is. Staring blankly at the sweet, kind, naive sleeping college girl who’s supposed to be under his protection and care certainly doesn’t help his case.

Before he knows it, he’s taking steps over Megumi’s video games sprawled out that you guys were playing previously and ending up right beside your makeshift bed on the floor. He’s so close that his toes make contact with the blanket you have messily thrown over you.

Toji hadn’t gotten off with another human present since Megumi was born, always busy with work. When he wasn’t at work, his priorities would lie in popping open a beer and relaxing by the tv until he’d fall asleep snoring at eight pm sharp like his old man used to.

Pent up Toji just can’t resist, he kneels beside you and his cock jumps right to life as he gently peels your blanket down just below your crotch.

He lets out a breathy ‘phew’ in more of a breath than the actual word, your naivety and trust is abundantly obvious. He’s more so in disbelief at your lack of defensive awareness than he is reacting to how pleasing the sight is.

You’re wearing the smallest shorts he’s ever seen that clearly outline your pussy and your thigh indents that connect your pussy to your legs. Your little black panties are poking out. Your large shirt is Megumi’s and it’s much too large to stay on your body properly through the night, it’s already ridden up just below your breasts, showing off your entire tummy as it rises and falls gently.

“God, you stupid girl,” he sighs almost pitifully with a judgmental look. His natural expression is pretty judgmental but this look is a bit more than that.

You’re a young college girl. Toji thought women of this generation were more aware of their bodies and the way men could be—more so than in his time, when women would walk home alone with their defenses down without a care in the world. But here you are, blissfully ignorant and trusting as you sleep under an older man’s roof.

You’re a sweet girl, you use manners more than any kid he’s ever witnessed and you always offer to help around the house when Megumi has too many snot nosed kids over who make a mess wherever they go. You’ve been coming around for years, having been friends with Megumi for so long and apparently apt to stay anywhere but your own house. You’re one of the only kids Megumi has over that he doesn’t mind having in his house, eating his money for every breakfast and dinner.

But maybe you shouldn’t have felt so safe in his home because Toji looks down at you with his tongue tracing his bottom lip in concentration as he straddles your shoulders and pulls his cock out of his sweatpants.

Megumi’s always been a deep sleeper and you’re even worse but Toji still tries to keep the volume to a minimum as he adjusts his position as to get comfortable with his veiny cock bobbing above your face. He mutters ‘here we go’ as he gets into position, as if straddling a horse.

You’re a drooler, lips parted slightly with spit running down your cheek as you dream. Toji lets out a throaty breath as he collects the drool with his tip to smear across your lips. You don’t even stir.

The feeling of your soft lips against his sensitive head is enough for Toji to grow impatient. He braces his hands onto the floor and hovers over your face as if he’s in missionary position and your mouth is exactly where a pussy should be.

One last look up at his son and his surroundings to make sure everything is still asleep, unaware, and quiet is enough for him to throw any remaining caution to the wind.

One by one, he drops his arms down to rest on his forearms as to be more comfortable before moving his gaze down to watch as his hips rise and his tip bobs softly before settling right on your bottom lip.

Toji makes a move to push inside of you but misses and instead smears the side of his cock against your cheek. You’re blissfully asleep, not even reacting to the touch and that’s enough for Toji to feel like you were made for this.

He bites his lower lip in concentration as he lifts his hips once again and aims. Your soft breath tickles his dripping slit.

“C’mon now,” Toji mutters to himself, “right there.”

This time when Toji thrusts with a low and steady hum, his soft tip enters, pushing open and past your teeth and lips and into the wet, heated inside of your mouth. “Good, open. open,” he grunts on the way in.

But nothing could have prepared Toji for the suction your mouth immediately begins to inflict on him. He’s only got the head inside and it’s like a suction cup the way your instinct is to suck it in and suckle on it like it’s a nipple.

“Fuck,” toji grits out in surprise, hands making tight fists as the sound of wet suckling plays from your lips, “fuckin hurts, Jesus Christ.”

He isn’t even moving but you’re just sucking on his tip like a popsicle that’ll squirt gooey yumminess if you suck hard enough.

Seasoned, old man Toji can’t even handle the feeling, it’s too harsh, despite being extremely pleasurable at the same time. He tries to grit his teeth and endure it but he finds himself instinctively lifting his hips in attempt to pull out.

He curses harshly when you and your mouth just come with him. Your head lifts with his cock like you’re stuck to it, all the while you continue to suckle on it over and over.

“Goddamnit, looks like I caught a fucking— shit!— a fish,” Toji groans, barely able to make his stupid joke because of the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

He moves his hips back and forth the smallest bit as to get you off, abs turning in as his back curves. He watches as you simply groan in your sleep at the movement and continue on. Toji hisses at the aggressive pull of it all and finally gives up, sighing and pushing back down as to let your head rest on the pillow once again.

His eyes clench down and his toes curl as he simply allows you to vacuum him in over and over, focusing on the way your tongue constricts and moves against the underside of his head as your mouth goes through the motions of suckling.

He has no choice, Toji simply says fuck it and his toes curl as he pushes in deeper, feeding inches of his cock into your tight wet suctioned hole. “Take some more then, fuckin suck on more,” he hisses out, one of his fists lifting and hitting against the floor once in attempt to cope.

Toji’s in disbelief as you take half of him inside, his tip now making contact with the back of your throat, and yet you still continue to suckle. He can hear the difficulty of breathing in your breath and the way your throat struggles to open wider as to breathe with the new inches but you still don’t seem to wake up or stir.

Cumming within minutes has never been a problem for Toji, maybe when he was younger but even then, he’s always had stamina. But something about using you as you sleep and the hard suckling your body is instinctively doing the minute something enters your mouth is all too much. He can feel an orgasm coming as his balls rise.

Maybe it’s a pride thing and he doesn’t want to cum without even moving inside of you, maybe he’s just horny but the next thing he knows, he’s thrusting into your mouth in small doses with a deep ‘ah’ with every rut. He’s basically just nudging your throat and increasing the amount of suction because your lips just won’t let up. Your head rises off of the floor with his dick, refusing to let go everytime he pulls back too much. But that doesn’t stop him from continuing to fuck your face as much as your suckling mouth will allow.

“God, you want it so fucking— ngh— bad. Gonna feed you all my milk, don’t worry,” he groans out, almost in frustration. His dick is growing sore from your abuse but it feels just as good. “Be fucking patient.”

Although Toji’s mind is hazy, he can still acknowledge that he can’t just cum in your mouth and potentially choke you to death. He should pull out, cum on his own hand like the pathetic man he is and leave you to sleep for the rest of the night, having caused enough harm already— but he just can’t.

Your suckling is almost mean, and he isn’t even sure if you’ll let him go if he tries to pull out. So with one hard thrust, Toji apologizes to you in a deep grunt, and he mounts your face until his balls are on your chin and you’re gurgling. His entire cock is in your throat, slid all the way down and he can feel it begin to convulse, fighting desperately to breathe.

“Cumming. cumming, sorry, kid.” Toji groans as he begins to fuck your constricting throat, again not pulling out really at all, but simply pushing deeper over and over again until cum finally spurts out and enters your esophagus without even touching your throat or mouth.

“Here you go,” Toji sighs, all of his weight on your face as cum continues to expend out of his tip intermittently. He’s aware he’s suffocating you and your body is twitching behind him, but he thinks you can handle a few minutes while he inserts his sperm into your body.

Finally, Toji’s orgasm wanes and he lets out a deep breath, the type of sigh an old man makes as he stands and his knees crack and back pulls. He gently pulls out of your throat and thankfully, you don’t latch on again. “Good girl, no more sucky.” He almost chuckles at the sight of your body immediately gasping for air instead of suckling him back in.

He’s quick to get off of your face and tuck himself back in, licking his lips as he does so in a slight rush.

Then he’s kneeling beside you once again as he grabs your chin and moves your face side to side to make sure you’re breathing and okay before rubbing the top of your head briefly. “Thanks, kid. Mouth feels real nice.”

He’s about to stand and leave but with a cocked brow, he curiously uses one finger to push the very tip into your mouth and jumps in surprise when you latch onto it and suckle.

“Jesus,” he breathes, still a bit shocked by the scare, “you didn’t get enough time with mommy, huh?”

Toji cackles at his own joke and eyes you in a mix of awe and curiosity as you suckle on it.

Just like with his cock, it’s painful how hard you suck, he can feel the blood pushing to the tip of his finger.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Toji grunts, pulling his finger out with a wince. He rubs his finger as you whine in your sleep, likely subconsciously growing irritated at the amount of stimulation being inflicted on you.

Toji takes that as his cue and leaves, closing the door softly as if he wasn’t just balls deep inside of your throat.

The next morning, Toji’s leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, watching the news on the tv in the living room from there. You and Megumi groggily eat the breakfast Toji made for you at the island.

You cough and choke a bit on your pancakes and quickly drink some of your orange juice before taking a deep breath and running a hand through your hair. Toji doesn’t bat an eye, much too tired and an old grumpy man to think much on it this early in the morning.

“You okay?” Megumi questions you tiredly before taking a bite out of his bacon.

You nod and hum, coughing a bit when using your vocal cords.

“My throat’s kinda sore,” you shrug, a hand massaging your throat lightly.

Toji’s eyes flick at you briefly and quickly before returning to the tv.

“Do you feel sick?” Megumi asks, more of his attention on you now that you’ve expressed discomfort.

“Eh,” you say casually, “not really.”

Megumi hums and lets it go without much more he can add to the conversation.

“It really bothering you?” Toji asks you in his naturally laid back manner, tone harsh like always.

“Oh, no,” you immediately take on a polite tone when addressing your best friends father, “don’t worry about it. I’m fine, im sure it’ll pass.”

Toji grunts in affirmation before turning and grabbing something from a cabinet.

He approaches the opposite end of the island where you and Megumi are sat and offers you a lollipop.

“‘S not medicine but might help,” Toji shrugs and takes a sip of his black coffee.

Your eyes flick up to him quickly before you accept the lollipop with a kind smile. “Thanks, Mr. Fushiguro.”

He huffs silently to himself at the title you’ve given him as he moves back to his position leaning against the kitchen counter with his coffee.

Toji goes back to watching the news but his focus is all on his peripherals where you’re unwrapping the paper and happily latching onto the poor lollipop. The minute it’s sucked into your mouth, his cock aches in remembrance of the pain but twitches in pleasure and grows a few inches at the same time.

You’re a good kid and he knows that, but now Toji’s gonna use you as his own personal face fucking glory hole until he can’t anymore.

—-

Was just thinking about how Toji seems like his first choice is always a blowjob