✧ Cn: Fluff, Marriage, Husband Toji, Suggestive

“fuck, she’s so pretty.”

yuuji’s eyes light warm as he spreads your cunt apart with his thumbs. he watches pink muscle clench, pretty, creamy slick ooze and web over your hole and his mouth waters. his tongue’s hanging out before he realizes, breath fanning across your hole before he delves into you again, only to pull back and sedate your needy cunt with an unfulfilling kiss to your clit.

“can i put the tip in, baby?”

his eyes twinkle up at you and even in your right mind you can’t say no. he clambers up your body, kissing and nipping your thighs and calves as he guides your legs over his shoulders. his bulbous tip presses hot up against your soft lips and he hisses, mouth meeting yours for a sloppy, spitty kiss.

“just the tip, promise.”

he’s reassuring, forehead against yours while his fat tip presses in and stretches. your mouths open together, bottom lips trembling, feeling of your soft, gummy walls around him making your toes curl. his hips struggle as they pull back and push forward, faint, sloppy pop of your soaked pussy making him groan.

“yuuji,” you whimper and his teeth grit. “yuuji, yuuji, yuu-!“

“‘s good huh, baby?” he slurs with a sloppy kiss to your open mouth. “feels good, all tight ‘n perfect ‘n soft for me.”

“uh huh,” your whimper is broken as his hands push your knees backwards. “‘s big, yuuji.”

“‘s big?” he huffs.

“uh huh.” you sigh, brows drawn. “gimme the rest.”

he looks up at you. sweat beads on his forehead and dots across his upper lip. he swallows, blunt nails gripping into your thighs.

“the rest?” he feels dizzy. “are you sure, princess?”

“please.” your broken little cry tears away at any self restraint he tried to maintain. “need it, yuu. give it t’me.”

he stills. for a second, one split second you think you’ve done something wrong. your eyes open, glossy and painted in confusion and your mouth parts to ask him why’d he stop but the words die in your throat along with any other thought in your head for the foreseeable future. his fat cock slides in one long, deep, full stroke, splitting you at your seam until your cunt’s so overwhelmed that it convulses right then and there and you’re forced to cum prematurely around him. his eyes look down at you in wild wonder, mercy devoid, restraint long gone.

“i hope you can take it, princess.” his hands tighten on you. “‘cause i’m not sure if i can hold back anymore. ‘m gonna make you give me another one, this time make it pretty for me.”

© 2022 KINGDAZAI. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

“ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ?“

now reading: education, featuring virgin!megumi

description: at a party, you finally get to learn about megumi, and you get to teach him some things too. (for @xianoii’s virgin collab!)

contents: modern au!, afab reader, tipsy sex/alcohol, pussy drunk megumi, slight overstim, oral (female receiving), pretty vanilla tbh

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your gaze lingered on megumi’s lone form on the couch, his black cloaked figure a contrast against the bright lights of the party. 

it was safe to say he was a bit of a social recluse, despite being so popular for his good lucks and admirable smarts. he never liked the popularity. never liked the crowds of people trying to gain his favour or the amount of girls at his feet. 

it was a surprise to you that he even showed up to the party. he was probably dragged by itadori and nobara, who have since left him to participate in some drinking game a few rooms over. 

crossing the room with two solo cups in your hand, you made your way to him. seating yourself beside him and holding the cup out in a silent exchange. 

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( 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙬𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 ) ── HEADcanons for you, my girls ! 🎀 ྀིྀི

⭑ 𓂃⠀boku no hero ・ ⸝⸝ ҂ their reaction while you ride .. ( sfw x cow girl ) pt2

Bakugo

. you moaned slyly or whimpered = him going crazy.

. helps you go faster.

. "fuck, I'm yours-".

. marks.

. he likes to be in control even in these situations, so, they will both move.

. this position makes him moan your name.

. he gets so horny that in addition to pulsing inside, the tip of his dick turns red.

Iida

. when he goes to kiss you, one hand on your hip for you don't stop and the other on your neck or in your hair.

. “shake yr hips here..”

. he likes you to put your hands on his chest to make him go faster.

. moan hoarsely.

. muffle the moans with kisses.

Shoto

. the more you press it, the faster it goes.

. he loves the noise that bodies make when you're too wet.

. "let me help you.."

. loves being scratched on the abdomen.

. uses kissing as an excuse to take control of movements.

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

smut drabbles with husband! tenya iida; fem! reader (aged up)

warnings: nsfw, p in v, oral (m + f receiving), mentions of male masturbation, riding, size kink, squirting, slight dom/sub

🍓 — him pumping his girthy cock into your sopping cunt after a long mission, he hasn't seen you in a week and just needed you all for himself, he was tired of jerking off in secret while thinking about you :(

🍓 — him staring at your doe eyes as you kneeled in front of him. your tongue making him shiver as he drilled his cock into your tight throat, your chokes and cries just gets him closer to release.

🍓 — just you two watching a movie on the sofa but it quickly turned into your small body pressed against his as he helped you bounce on his cock. the slick noises made his head spin as he continued to slam your cunt onto his fat cock.

🍓 — tenya actually having a filthy mouth when it comes to you, because how else is his slutty wife gonna know when it's time to stop being a brat and get on her knees like a good girl?

🍓 — him going pussy drunk when he's eating your pussy, his tongue all up in there as his glasses lay crooked on his nose. tasting your sweet essence, hearing the filthy noises as you squirted on his face. he didn't even hear your apologies out because for him this was heaven.

「the princess and the foxes」 | Miya Osamu & Suna Rintarou

SUMMARY: What happens when the foxes hunt down the princess?

WARNINGS: exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex (fem! and male!receiving), degradation, fingering, double vaginal penetration, breeding.

AO3 | WATTPAD

The club lights startle you at first, you squeeze your eyes, trying to get used to the colorful spotlights that run through the place. You grab Kita's hand, letting him guide you and Aran to the VIP salon Atsumu has access to. The smell of alcohol and sweat infested the room and a bunch of people bumped into you as you walked, making you walk closer to the former captain.

“Who let Atsumu choose the reunion place?” You ask.

“He won the last rock, papers, scissors, so it was his turn to pick up a place.” Kita answers and you huff, annoyed.

It was usually Kita or you who would choose where the Inarizaki reunion would be, especially in high school. Since the moment you decided to be a manager of the team, all the boys did every and anything you said, they would even lick the floor you walked on if you asked. The Miya twins always fought for your attention, Osamu was more discreet about it, proposedly giving his best during practice so you would praise him, and Atsumu, who noticed his twin intentions from the beginning, started giving hard sets to his brother so he would miss them, then doing powerful serves to steal praises from you. They ended up bickering with each other and some physical aggressions happened from time to time, resulting in Kita scolding them while Suna took the opportunity to have your attention all to himself. Overall, they were really fun to hang out with and a great team, you definitely loved managing them.

Finally, you get to the salon. It’s a big dark room with red lights, there’s a big bar, a bunch of circular tables with cushions around it dispersed throughout the room, a small stage with a strip pole and a dance floor with glass windows that gives you the view of the people in the club downstairs. It seems like those private clubs you see in movies, elegant and most definitely, really expensive. You wander around a little until you find Atsumu, Akagi, and Ginjima are already sitting on a table with a few drinks on it.

“Hey guys! How yer doin’?” Atsumu asks, getting up to greet the newcomers.

The player hugs the two men in front of you, not minding that they only extended their hands to him, Atsumu always greets them with a tight and warm hug.

“Hi, ‘Sumu!” You say, opening your arms to be embraced in a bear hug from the blond.

“Y/n!” He spins you around a little. “Our princess came!” You laugh, tapping on his arm indicating for him to put you down.

“I always come, Atsumu.”

“Still, it’s always a pleasure to be in the presence of Your Highness.” He raises your hand to his lips and kisses its back, making you laugh once again.

He walks with you to the table and you take a seat beside him. You order some drinks and do some small talk while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. After a while, Omimi and his new girlfriend arrived, followed by Osamu and Suna shortly after.

“When you said we were going to a club, I thought you were going to bring us to a strip club, I’m surprised you were able to control your urge to see half naked girls.” Suna says to Atsumu, making you and the rest of your team laugh quietly.

“Actually, they do have some strippers in here if you want, Sunarin.” Atsumu says with a smirk.

“Nah, the only girl I wanna see dancing on that pole is our princess.” They turn their heads to you, who roll your eyes playfully at Suna.

“Why do they all call you princess?” Maiko, Omimi’s girlfriend, asks.

“She played Princess Orihime in the Tanabata festival in her first year of high school.” Osamu answers.

“And also because she’s precious just like a princess.” Kita adds and Suna agrees.

“Now see, Atsumu, that’s how you should treat a woman.” You say, pointing your cup to the former captain. “Thank you, Kita.”

The setter gives you an ugly face and turns to the others to talk about the current volleyball season. Drinks come and go and after an hour or two most of your friends are drunk, courtesy of the older Miya, who always orders another drink for everyone when their cup is almost empty. You allow yourself to get a little tipsy, not too drunk, considering you have some errands to run tomorrow and you don’t want to get hungover, but enough to enjoy the night just a bit more. Kita and Osamu have work the next day and settle with virgin drinks and Suna decides not to drink too much so he can record Atsumu and Ginjima drunk dancing on a table like they always do.

You drag Maiko to the dance floor with you, and it doesn’t take long before the others join you. It’s been a while since you went to a club to dance, so you take the opportunity to dance the night away and have fun with your best friends. With one drink in your hand and the other swinging around in the air, you sing the songs that are playing along with Atsumu and Akagi, more screaming than singing to be honest.

You take a glance over to the bar and catch Osamu and Suna looking at you while whispering something to each other. Maybe it’s the dark light or the distance between you that is making you see things, but you could swear that that wasn’t a friendly stare. You return the gaze, checking out the two of them while you dance. The tension was built and something in your guts was telling you that was going to be an interesting night.

You turn your back to them. Suna finishes his drink, puts his cup on the counter and starts walking towards you.

“Hello there, princess.” He says, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“Hey, Ri-.” Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands on your hips and a chest touching your back.

“Can we have this dance?” Osamu asks, leaning down to your ear. You smirk and turn your head to look at him.

“Sure thing, boys.”

As the song played they only got closer to you, sandwiching you between them. Osamu’s hips move in sync with yours and Suna’s hands hold your body for his dear life. Their breaths on your neck and warmth make your body hotter as time passes. You lock one hand on the brunette strands beside your head and the other around Rintarou’s neck.

People in the club started to stare at you, while quietly whispering to each other, it startled you a little but the boys paid no mind, they couldn’t care less about people watching, but they did notice your muscles tensing up a little.

“Rin, how about we take our little princess on an adventure in your castle?” Osamu asks and Suna smirks, knowing damn well what this ‘adventure’ is.

“Follow me, Your Highness.” Suna takes your hand on his and walks you away from the dance floor.

[..]

Suna’s penthouse is everything you would expect from a v-league volleyball player, expensive and elegant, it even smells rich. However, you couldn’t take a proper look at it, since Osamu picked you up and dragged you to the bedroom the moment you walked through the door, kissing and painting your neck red. Suna walks behind you quickly, taking off your shoes and throwing them somewhere in the place.

“Should we go easy on her?” Osamu asks, laying you on the black king size bed. Suna laughs.

“Nah, I’m sure she can take it.” He answers, unbuttoning his shirt. “In the end she’ll be asking for more.”

Rintarou grabs your chin gently, and lifts your face up. Is this really happening? He brushes his lips on yours, teasing you, you reach out to him but he pulls away, smirking.

Osamu takes handcuffs off of the nightstand drawers and throws them to Suna, who proceeds to cuff you to the headboard.

“You can take her first, I’ll watch for a while.”

Suna walks to his desk and places the chair in front of the bed. He sits on it with his legs slightly spread, hands resting on his thighs as he waits for the show to begin.

The twin cups your face and slams his lips on yours, you start to lean back down till you're fully laid on the bed. His hands wander around your hips and waist, gripping on your skin. He leaves a trail of hickeys on your neck going down to your chest, he quickly pulls up your shirt, exposing your torso and unhooks your bra. You gasp at the sudden movements, the cold air hitting your body makes you shiver momentarily, but Osamu’s kisses on your boobs and tummy bring you the hotness you need. You turn your head to the side, the sarcastic middle blocker looks back at you with a never ending smirk stamped on his face, he winks and you turn away from him, flustered. You bite your lower lip and squeeze your thighs against each other, cursing yourself for enjoying being watched, and by Suna of all people.

Miya‘s lips reach your waistline and he looks up to you for consent, you think for a short while. You still couldn’t believe you were about to be fucked by two of your best friends, not that you didn’t want to or never thought about it, yet you didn’t think you would get the two of them in the same package and there was no way of telling what they had in mind for tonight.

You take a deep breath and nod. Osamu starts to pull your skirt out of you, slowly and teasingly, tracing the outlines of your thighs with his fingertips. He lets the soft fabric fall to the ground and pushes your knees apart a little, just enough for him to leave small open mouth kisses to your inner thighs, climbing up your skin dangerously high. Instintictly, you shut your legs together, an attempt to stop him, but he slides a hand between them and reaches for your wet arousal, rubbing you through your panties. You grip on your own hands, digging your nails back into the palm of your hand. He slips his fingers under the land band and pulls the fabric off of you.

The brunette grabs your knees with both hands and pushes them up to your chest, making you fully exposed to them. You can feel your precum dripping down your hole all the way to your ass. He rubs his middle finger on your entrance, then drags it along your vulva and labia, watering you with your own juice.

You hear Suna laugh under his breath, his mocking tone sends a shiver down your spine.

“Osamu barely touched you and you’re already this wet? I can see how much of a whore you are all the way from here.”

Before you can talk back to him, Samu pushes his tongue inside you. A moan escapes your lips and you arch your back. He moves his mouth rather slowly, taking his time to pull out and lick you up to your clit, tongue flat against you, then softly suck on it, letting it go with a little plop. He pushes your thighs to the side, spreading you more.

“Samu, can you turn her to my side a little more? I want a clear view of her greedy pussy.”

Osamu hums in affirmative, the vibration makes your breath hitch and you clench around nothing. He grabs your hips and moves you more to the side. Rintarou feels his dick throb at the sight, he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down. He wraps a hand around his length, pumping himself as he watches his friend turn you into a moaning mess.

You feel your body getting hotter and hotter as time passes, the younger Miya continues to eat you out painfully slowly, stimulating every inch of you with his tongue and lips. You buckle your hips forward, desperate for more fiction.

“Faster.” You whine.

He presses your hips on the bed to keep you in place and speeds up, moving intensely. You arch your back and moan loud. You hear some groans and look down to see Suna jerking off while staring at you. Fire takes over your body and you can feel a knot starting to form on your lower abdomen. Suddenly, Osamu pushes two fingers inside you, scissoring you open. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes as he moves them in and out of you while sucking clit.

He adds a third finger and curves them inside you, hitting your g-spot, and that’s all it takes for you to cum all over his fingers and mouth, legs shaking. He descresses his speed until you come down from your high, then slowly pulls his fingers out of you. Osamu has your juices all over him, nose, mouth, chin, and even his chest. He brings his fingers up to his face and hums as he sucks them clean.

“I want a taste of her, too.” Suna says, getting up from his chair.

He comes up to the two of you and puts a hand on the back of Osamu’s neck, then pulls him in for a kiss. Your eyes widen at the sight, your clit pulsates and that hotness from earlier comes back to your body. Suna pushes his tongue against Samu's, tasting the sticky liquid mixed with his saliva. He sides eyes you as he makes out with his friend, smirking and moaning into the kiss.

Rintarou pulls away and goes down to his neck, liking all the cum drops running down his skin. Osamu goans quietly as he starts sucking on his neck, leaving dark circles behind. You squeeze your legs shut and Suna looks at you with a playful smile on.

“We didn’t forget you, princess. No need to feel left out.”

“Shut up, Suna.” You say and Osamu laughs.

“Oh, the princess talks!” Rintarou climbs on the bed, squeezing your cheeks together with one hand. “Not for long, though.”

He releases your wrists from the handcuffs and kisses you roughly. You try to hold back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but his soft lips against yours make it impossible for you to not kiss him back. You feel him smirking in the kiss and he inserts his tongue quickly, exploring every inch of your mouth. He takes your shirt and bra completely off of you, his hand finds your nipple and starts playing with it, gently fidgeting the nub between his fingers.

“Will you get on your hands and knees for me, princess?” Osamu asks as Suna pulls away from you.

You crawl over to him, you sit on your heels in front of him and wait for him to say something else.

“Turn around, in fours.” You obey, and Suna places himself in front of you. “I’ll be gentle with you, but I can’t say the same for him.” Osamu says in your ear.

“Open up.” He says, positioning his dick in front of your mouth.

You part your lips and he pushes your head on him, making you take him fully. Osamu places his hands on your hips and leaves a trail of kisses on your spine, going up to your neck. You feel his cock poking your ass and grind back a little to tease him.

“I’m going to put it in, okay, princess?” You press your hips on him, begging for his cock.

“He asked you a question, won’t you answer him? You were talking not long ago, what happened?” Suna mocks, thrusting in your mouth and making you gag on him.

Osamu positions himself on your entrance, and slowly pushes him into you.

“ Fuck ...” He says under his breath.

He starts with a steady but deep pace, rather gently, compared to the way Suna face fucks you roughly. Rintarou’s dick muffling your moans still doesn't stop you from being loud, especially when Osamu speeds up, pressing down your lower back and hitting your g-spot.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Suna asks, throwing his head back. “Such a good slut, taking both of us at the same time.” He laughs.

“So good.” Samu moans, gripping harder on your hips.

Tears of pleasure fall down your cheeks, you close your eyes shut, letting them fall and mix with the saliva dripping down your chin. You feel your climax getting closer, your legs shake a little and you struggle to support yourself. Suna gets more vocal and you know he’s close too, so you hollow your cheeks and suck him harder, making him twitch in your mouth. After a few more thrusts, he cums, his movements slow down and after he comes down from his high he pulls out of your mouth. He wraps a hand around your neck and lifts your face to look up to him.

“Swallow it.” He orders, restricting your airflow. You can only moan as Osamu fucks you faster and Suna chokes you harder. “I told you to swallow, you dumb bitch.” You manage to do as you're told, and stick your tongue out for him. “There you go, good job, cumslut.” He smiles innocently. “I’ll give you a little help as a reward.”

He reaches for your swollen clit and starts rubbing it in a circular motion. You feel your body starting to get numb and it’s only a matter of seconds till your orgasm breaks out. You start clenching around Samu, making him moan.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, will ya?” Osamu says.

Your legs start to shake and pleasure flows through your body, your cum starts to drip down your thighs, but neither of them stop. Samu and Suna drive you into stimulation, making you moan in pleasure and pain. His thrusts start to get sloppier and not long after he pulls out and cums on your back. You drop yourself to the bed and try to catch your breath. Suna grabs a towel and wipes your skin.

“We’re not done yet, princess.” He says, turning you to lay on your back. “I haven’t got the pleasure of fucking your filthy little cunt yet.”

He lays down beside you and pulls you on top of him, kissing you with eagerness. Osamu comes from behind and spreads your legs, then pushes three fingers inside of you. You moan into Suna’s mouth as Samu stretches you out even more, while adding a fourth finger.

“She’s ready for us, Suna.”

You break the kiss and straddle Suna’s hips, grinding on him a little. You grab the base of his dick and position it on your entrance, then put both hands on his chest for balance. Before you can go down on him, he thrusts up into you roughly, earning a surprised moan from you. Osamu wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you up, and takes his cock with his free hand, he places it right next to Suna’s and slowly inserts himself inside you. You dig your nails on Rintarou’s skin as your bottom burns, both men groan and you stay still to get used to it.

“How are you feeling, princess?” Miya asks, delivering little kisses to the side of your neck.

“So... full.” You whine.

“Can we move?” You nod.

They start moving in sync, slowly and gently pulling in and out of you. Your eyes go to the back of your head and it’s hard to support yourself as they hit every nerve on your walls.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted us to ruin your dirty pussy, didn’t you?.” Suna asks, gripping on your waist to move faster.

Your moans and the way you scratch his chest are enough to answer his question. Their thrusts and speed are so synchronized that you wonder if they had done this before, such perfection couldn’t be achieved on the first time, or their teamwork from high school still linger till this day. Obviously, it doesn’t take long for you to feel that knot forming on your stomach again, and it wasn’t any different for them either. Even though Samu prepped you beforehand, you were still tight and the way you occasionally clenched around them was making them lose their minds.

Suddenly, you hear your ringtone and turn to the side to find your phone on the nightstand along with Osamu and Suna’s. Rintarou quickly grabs the phone and sees who’s calling.

“You should answer him, princess.” He accepts the call and puts the phone in your ear.

“ Y/n? ”

“Atsu-” You swallow down a moan. “Hi.”

“ Where are you? I saw you dancing with Suna and that dumbass and the next second you were gone. ”

“I-” They thrust roughly in you. “Fuck!”

“ Y/n? Are you ok- Wait. No fucking way. ”

Osamu takes the phone and brings it to his face.

“She’s kinda busy right now, Tsumu, talk to ya later.”

“ Samu? ”

“Bye, Atsumu!” Suna says loud enough for him to hear it.

“ Suna?! What the- ” Samu throws the phone to the side and they continue as if nothing happened.

They speed up even more and you start to lose yourself at the pleasure, your arms give out and you can barely support yourself, incoherent mumbles escape your lips as your mind goes blank. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably and you cum hard, screaming in pleasure and gripping on whatever is under your hands.

“Fuck.” Osamu mumbles as he sees and feels your cum drip down on them. You feel him twitching, indicating he’s close. “I’m going to pull-”

“Don’t.” You manage to say. “Inside.” Suna laughs.

“The whore wants us to cum inside her?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes.”

The overstimulation turns you into a broken record, repeating the same word over and over. Samu cums with a loud moan, gripping harder on your waist and Suna follows him right after. Miya pulls you out of them, you whine at the loss and Suna holds you close, caressing your back and wiping the tears off your face.

You can feel their cum flowing down your inner thighs, the sticky feeling is rather uncomfortable, but you have no conditions to do something about it now.

Osamu grabs the towel from the side and cleans you and Suna, then goes to the bathroom to prepare a bath for you all. Rintarou picks you up bridal style and walks you to the bathtub, then gently places you in it. You stay with your eyes closed, feeling your whole body sore. He cleans and dries you up, carefully, really different from the way he was treating you a few moments before.

Suna dresses you with a t-shirt and underwear of his, and when he puts you on the bed again, Osamu shows up with a hot cup of tea and some snacks.

“How are you feeling, princess?” He asks, handing you the cup.

“Tired.” You answer with a sleepy smile and half lidded eyes.

“You did great, Y/n.” Suna says, locking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Suddenly, you remember the call and your eyes shoot open.

“Atsumu.” Your eyes search for your phone but Osamu stops you from getting up.

“We can talk to him later, you need to rest now.”

“Yeah, you probably won’t walk properly for a few days.” You glare at Rintarou and he hands you a little chocolate bar.

The three of you eat and drink tea to recharge a little bit. After you’re done, they lay down beside you, spooning you in the middle.

“You know I didn’t mean anything I said, right?” Sunas asks, caressing your cheek.

“I know, Rin. To be honest, I kinda liked it.” You say under your breath and he laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll cook you a nice breakfast tomorrow, princess.” Samu adds.

“Hey, bro, we were having a moment here. You ruined it.” Suna complains.

“Let’s just sleep boys, you both can argue in the morning.” You say before Osamu has the chance to talk back. You give both of them a peck on the lips, get closer to Samu’s chest and pull Rin closer by his waist. “Good night, boys.”

“Good night, princess.” They say in unison.

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the trust that katsuki has in you is absolutely hit or miss, but most times he trusts you blindly. and he doesn’t really show it in the most obvious ways. one way in which he shows it, though, is when he leaves things up to you when he’s unable to fight.

even when the fight is him sitting frustrated in the drivers seat of his porsche, the manual gear stick mockingly standing before his injured arm. it’s not everyday that katsuki gets badly hurt, and it’s not everyday that he can’t drive home from the pain.

his right foot is on the accelerator, left on the clutch. his right hand hovers over the gear stick, when katsuki’s arm jolts from the pain. he hisses, and before he can even let out a curse, your left hand moves the stick down.

you just shifted gears for him.

“if you won’t let me drive, then at least let me help you, katsuki.”

his eyes widen, a small smirk on his face. his foot presses the accelerator even harder, with a single command coming from his mouth.

“third.”

without even looking, you’re certain his foot is on the clutch yet again, and your hand moves the gear stick up. it’s not long before he speaks up again.

“fourth.”

the stick goes down, and katsuki’s smirk grows even bigger. not once do you hesitate, and his crimson car runs smoother than it ever does. it’s unlikely that katsuki lets down his pride and allows you to cover for him, so it’s moments like these that you treasure. the sound of the car speeding up snaps you out of your trance. there’s a slight stop, but it’s not from hesitation.

fifth. katsuki doesn’t even have to mention it.

the gear stick moves up, right, and up again. katsuki can only chuckle as you smile, his hand resting with yours on the stick.

“i hate that ya know me so well.”

“well i hate the fact that you’re not letting me drive, kats.”

he laughs, “no way in hell you’re drivin’ my car.”

𝚝𝚠𝚘'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+) ᴡᴄ: 1.6ᴋ ᴛᴡ// ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ (ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ), ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ! ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

a/n: this was only suppose to be oral.. somehow it turned into this and i am now violently whoreknee.

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Your boyfriend loved playing with your pussy. And, no, not in a sexual way.

You were cuddling, your back resting against his chest while his tired eyes were fixed on the TV after a long day. Your legs were spread and his big hands were subconsciously roaming lazily over your relaxed body, down, down until he reached the waistband of your pretty panties. You glanced down at his hand when he slid it under your underwear, meeting your soft pussy lips.

You looked up at him when he started rubbing and pinching your folds only to see your almost sleepy boyfriend staring at the TV, very drawn into the show. He didn't even look at you, not even a slight flinch. Because, well, he was too damn relaxed, watching TV while playing with your pussy because he loved how soft and puffy it was.

You whimpered lowly, turning your attention back to the TV while he kept molding your pretty pussy.

A few minutes later, you started squirming when he accidentally rubbed your little bud, making you leak.

And, without noticing, he slid his thick fingers down to your sappy cunt, rubbing small circles over it before moving them back to your clit, making it throb.

You bit your lip, lifting your hips against his hand, meanwhile he chuckled softly at the forgotten TV show in the background.

He kept playing with your clit and cunt until you were all soaked, holding back your moans when your clit started throbbing deliciously against his fingers while you orgasmed.

Finally, he looked down at you, noticing his very flushed and lustful little girlfriend. Then, his eyes moved down to his hand, sliding it out of your panties. His fingers were sticky, soaked with your arousal.

Villa Peduzzi Lake Como, Italy

© Studiodaminato

Tw- reader is his secretary n wife!!! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ not proofread :p

Thinking about CEO Nanami fucking his hot ribbons of cum further into his secretary wife’s cunt. :3 Your upper half is craning over his polished work desk and your limbs are shaking and strained from being crammed in the same position for so fucking long.

Your once well-ironed pencil skirt is now bunched up around your waist and the pristine buttons of your white blouse struggle to contain the ripe swell of your breasts that's smushed and spilling out onto his important documents— exposing all the purple hickeys and love marks that he imprinted on you earlier for the whole world to see.

His once orderly combed golden blonde hair is now in disarray, matted with damped sweat and his bangs fell across his hazel eyes, hindering his vision as he struggled to keep up his vigorous pace— he teetered on the verge of losing his mind as he feverishly gazed down at the sight of his creamy pool of cum threatening to spill from your stretched-out hole.

Streams of his milky sperm are trailing down your tender thighs, glistening under the ambient light and pooling on the sleek marble floor. As his swollen cockhead nudges the remnants of his release deeper into the depths of your womb and stroking your overstimulated walls to the verge of tears.

You let out a high-pitched whine in response to the overwhelming overstimulation following your blissful and toe-curling orgasm just from a minute ago.

You desperately tried to wiggle your hips to detach yourself from his toned pelvis in an attempt to break free from his harsh hold which only earned you a burly groan from the blonde because of your sudden movements making his sensitive shaft drowning deeper into the tight depths of your drooling cunny. And it was obviously no use because of his unyielding grip on the sides of your ass cheeks that was leaving you trapped in his powerful grasp.

“Kennn…sir! What if someone sees—“You fussed worriedly, your heart racing as you quickly realized the precariousness of the situation. Anyone could open the door at any moment and witness their usually dignified and honorable boss entangled in such a disheveled and scandalous scene— his slacks shamelessly pulled down his ankles while he was slamming his hefty shaft and stretching out his wife's pretty cunt like a possessed madman. He’s like a whole different person this way.

You're seemingly trying your best to hold onto the desk for dear life as he frantically pounds your aching cunt with an intense rhythm, causing your tummy to press hard against the unforgiving surface and making it a challenge to keep your balance and remain upright because of how sore you are.

“Then I’ll fucking fire them, no one is stopping me from breeding my wife’s pretty pussy.” he babbled stupidly. “Can’t wait to have cute little blonde babies with your gorgeous eyes running around, darling”. His voice dripped with possessiveness and was raw with desire as he eagerly expressed his anticipation for starting a family with you. :(

You immediately whimpered at his intriguing words, your body betrays you and somehow you don’t even give a fuck about anyone seeing when you were arching your back deeper against him and pressing your chest further into the cool surface of the desk as you took the rest of his relentless pounding.

The sensation of his heavy balls rubbing against your puffy clit with each forceful thrust was practically sending you spiraling into another orgasm. He leaned over you— pressing his weight into your supple form, showering your back with a trail of fervent kisses. “You’re mine, all mine” he declared with a deep growl, his breath quickening as his throbbing cock pulsated against your slick, tight walls.

And then when you’re approaching your next orgasm, he’s babbling a bunch of shit you never even expected to hear escaping from Kento's lips. Telling you “cum for me again sweetheart, let everyone hear how fucking slutty my sweet submissive wife is”.

You made a split-second decision to glance over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of how fucked out and messy Kento looked with his tie askew, his chiseled face flushed, and beads of sweat glistening everywhere. Maybe your husband is losing his mind after all.