endeavours-firey-pubes

[endeavours-firey-pubes]

includes| ran haitani x fem! reader x ken ryuuguji

warnings| 10k words, fem! pronouns, fem! nicknames, double penetration, anal, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, dumbification, slight mind break, size kink, cream pies, cum play, dirty talk, praise, degradation, slight objectification, multiple orgasms, multiple povs, eventual poly relationship, heavy m x m [2k words of idiots pining at the most inappropriate time], vivid descriptions of violence, kidnapping, pregnancy, maiming, mutilation, blood, guns, murder.

summary| ran haitani falls in love with ken ryuuguji’s girlfriend. madness ensues.

notes| this is for @souyawn and it is a repost! it’s about time. thank you to kai @lovebykai for betaing this for me and talking me down from scrapping it without even realizing that’s what she was doing. ❤️ I love and appreciate you!

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#this right here? better than crack fr #absolutely #i #i love this shit #ken?? like fill me UP #killing someone for me shouldnt be hot #but um im mentally ill so🥴

[endeavours-firey-pubes]

friends like this ;

SUMMARY. “would you believe me if i said that i wanted to be your first?”

WORDCOUNT. 3.7k (sincerely very sorry)

CONTENT WARNING. explicit content + author’s subtle and terrible humor, unprotected sex, mentions of oc ex-boyfriend, mentions of ran being obsessed with you, mention of death threat, body worship, praising, cunnilingus, spitting, implied cheating (ran to his ex), exhibitionism, slight voyeurism.

It’s an everyday occurence to hear your friends speak so casually about their latest fuck and so on and so forth— however, you still can’t get a grip of the crude language they use. Especially when they’re aware of your presence.

“Dude, you should’ve seen that hot chick!” Sanzu exclaims like a hormonal teenager as he motions with his cupped hands what seems like the chick’s ass— almost as big as his own face, “Definitely your type,” he adds, pointing at Ran who reacts with a snort.

“Nah, you’re kidding,” you hear the latter reply, “Haven’t seen one as big as my ex’s.”

You quietly sip on your tea, trying to pay no mind to the group of men surrounding you and speaking so lively just like a bunch of high school kids getting excited over any living being of the opposite sex.

What makes the current situation worse is Sanzu placing his 38 special ammo set all over the glass table with his unloaded revolver resting proudly on his lap, bringing up such a topic in the meantime— like he hasn’t just killed another executive from their rival gang.

“I thought you were over her?” Rindou asks from the other side of the huge room. You can tell from the way he’s crouched, holding a few banknotes and not even sparing anyone a glance that he’s in charge of counting the money today, due to Kokonoi’s temporary absence. It’s just the four of you meeting at the headquarters.

“Well, duh. I just miss her ass, that’s all,” Ran answers to his brother matter-of-factly, “Oh, and her tits too,” he adds, placing his feet on the desk.

You scrunch your nose up, watching as a dreamy sigh escapes Ran’s lips, soon curving into a weird smirk that has you immediately shake your head, not even bothering to wonder what he’s thinking of.

Instead, feeling the conversation degenerate even more, you glare at the men, yet you receive nothing but a snort from Sanzu, clearly entertained by your subtle reactions.

Thankfully though, an unexpected savior joins into the conversation earlier than you’ve expected and you find yourself letting out a sigh of relief as you relax on your seat, a familiar figure approaching the four of you.

“I heard y’all talking about tits and ass.”

Actually, you don’t even have a good feeling about this anymore.

It’s Kokonoi. Another executive of the Bonten gang. Besides being known for his business skills, he’s majorly known amongst the gang members as the insane one who keeps a notebook full of the names and phone numbers of people he has fucked.

You’ve promised yourself to never bring up his “fuckbook”— just like he likes to call it, whenever he’s around, ever again.

You would not like to experience him babbling about it once more.

“Yup, we were talking about Ran’s ex just now,” Rindou explains briefly as he gets up from his seat, to which Koko nods accompanied with an attentive expression.

The ravenette’s gaze lands on you and his smile gets bigger. He wraps an arm around you as he takes the empty seat on the couch beside you, “Talking about tits and ass in front of a lady seems a bit inappropriate,” he chuckles, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s alright. I pretend I do not hear. I don’t exist right now. I’m just a hologram.”

“Actually, I’ve always wanted to ask you something,” everyone’s gaze shifts to Sanzu, “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Talk about inappropriate,” Ran snickers; yet from the way his eyes never leave your figure, something telling you that he’s actually curious to know your answer.

“You think someone like her is a virgin?” Koko almost bursts out laughing and you don’t even hesitate to elbow him, earning a groan instead of the laughter his lips were trying to suppress just now.

“You know what,” you begin, “Go back on talking about your hot chicks or whatever,” you shake your head as you hold your cup of tea once again, as if from a different shift of your position, they would let this matter go.

But you know them too well, unfortunately. And they aren’t ones to give up. You have a gut feeling that this conversation will soon lead to an even worse situation.

Coincidentally, your gaze lands on Ran, whose eyes have been on your figure this whole time and you’re left beyond breathless for unknown reasons.

There’s something that you know Ran is hiding behind those sparkling eyes of his, that you only got to see when he told you about his make out session with his first ever girlfriend.

However, he has never really given those kinds of sparkling eyes to you and, heaven only knows that you might be so wrong for assuming something so nonsensical, especially when it’s Ran we’re talking about.

Your long time friend and now fellow executive partner in Bonten.

Besides, you have never opened up to any of them about your sex life— heck, you’re not as bold as they can be, you would have buried yourself in an instant if you had to tell them about your first time too.

The silence has reigned on the five of you ever since your attempt of changing the topic and to say that you’re beyond embarrassed now would be an understatement.

But fortunately, the savior you once thought was a lost case, is back on his track.

“Good weather today, by the way,” Koko observes.

A loud lightning strikes from outside.

It’s raining hard.

“Need a ride home?” you hear Ran’s voice and as you turn around. As expected, he’s talking to you.

You bite your lip, glancing at the enormous window on your left.

You mentally facepalm yourself for not checking the weather forecast and bring an umbrella— because now you know you’ve got to deal with any possible worse case scenario by accepting Ran’s offer.

“Yeah, thank you.”

He gets up from the couch, hands on his pockets and his gaze lands upon your figure.

That look.

You’re doomed.

Has he ever been this fucking hot?

---

“Y’know, to be honest, I’m still curious,” the offered ride is starting to get longer and with Ran’s unnecessary statement you see no escape from your unfortunate fate.

You glance at your friend— his gaze is still focused on the road whilst one hand is holding the steering wheel. You gulp as you let your eyes trail down his side profile, his jawline sharp and as visible as his Adam's apple.

“About what?” you mumble, leaning your head against the car window.

“Your answer to Sanzu's question,” he replies, “If you’re virgin or not. I’m curious.”

You manage to take a look at him from the reflection of the window and you swear you catch a glimpse of a grin across his face.

“Of course, you’re curious. You’re such a pervert.”

A painful, pathetic gasp escapes Ran’s lips and he’s now acting like you’ve just insulted him, “I love and respect women, y’know.”

You turn around, amused, “Uh, huh.”

“You, more than anyone else, should be aware of that,” he takes a quick glance at you before looking back at the road, “I respect you the most.”

There’s a moment of silence after those words and you’re suddenly left with a racing heart in your chest that you fail to believe it’s really yours.

You divert your gaze from Ran’s figure and the car engine becomes less loud the second he stops the car at the red light, engulfing the two of you in an awkward silence.

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Oh.. Wow.”

“Now why do you sound like you weren’t expecting that?”

“It’s not that,” he continues, this time his eyes are darker than usual, as they seem to conceal his most prohibited thoughts that he wouldn’t be able to even fathom himself, “Would you believe me if I said that I wanted to be your first?” your friend asks.

You’re frozen on your seat, unable to process a single word of his.

From your peripheral vision you swear you can see Ran’s face moving closer to yours until the sudden sound of a horn from the car behind makes the two of you flinch.

“Shit, okay—” he mutters under his breath as he looks back at the road; the streetlight has turned green.

You nervously bite your lip, thoughts too scattered to even get a grip of one.

And before you know it, Ran changes the direction that leads to your home as he stops the car at a small parking lot instead.

“Oh. Nice,” is the only thing you manage to say.

“Sorry, okay, I didn’t mean that—”

“Shut up. It’s not like you to say that.”

Your heart is pounding too loudly and when you meet his gaze, you wonder if a rule such as finding your gang member that attractive— dangerously too attractive for your own health, exists.

Because if not, you’ve been surely living your own life behind a stupid wall that’s preventing you from letting Haitani Ran do things to you.

“Then, what do you want me to say?” he looks so stupid with that shit eating grin of his, plastered across his face like it’s on default whenever there’s a chance to activate his dominant side.

“Anything that Haitani Ran would say.”

He lets out a sharp breath before leaning closer to you, “Tell me everything about your first time.”

You should’ve expected that.

---

“Ran— Wait,” you sigh in exasperation as you try to shove away the man who’s currently sucking on your skin.

You’ve just reached your house a few minutes ago, through Ran groping your ass at the entrance, kissing you inside the elevator and now leaving marks on your neck without even letting you close the door behind the two of you.

Ran groans at your complaints, “C’mere,” he whispers, pulling you by the sleeves. Even from a single word you can feel the eagerness, like he’s been longing to do you since the first time his eyes landed on you.

You pay him no mind as you struggle to turn around and just lock the goddamn door of your apartment, Ran’s exigent hands roaming all over your warm body.

When you look back at him, you’re left almost breathless.

You have never seen this side of Ran that has you weak on your knees, his eyes showing you the fervent desire he has never dared to ooze out for so many years.

Without uttering a single word, Ran holds your face before crashing his lips against yours for the second time that night.

Once again, he kisses you with the same enthusiasm of minutes ago, keeping you into his arms as you let him guide you towards your bedroom.

The languid sound of your shared kiss, the whimpers that slip out of your mouth— they all echo through the thick walls.

There’s no sweetness that can be filtered between the two of you.

Tonight is all about piercing two souls yearning for one another.

Ran props you down the mattress, placing himself between your legs before pulling away from the kiss.

You’re underneath him. Your short dress defining every single curve of your body recalls all the nights he has spent fisting his cock while staring at the pictures he has secretly taken of you.

His mind suddenly wanders through all those times he has seen you holding hands with your ex-boyfriend, sometimes even sitting prettily on his lap.

He hated whenever you’d bring him to the meetings— everybody else knew as well that he was way out of your league and you’ve proven it yourself.

Ran sighs, licking his lips, “Has he ever touched you?” he wonders, more to himself.

His fingers grace over your dress, pulling the hem up and revealing your clothed cunt, “Right here?” he gulps, dark orbits meeting yours.

For a moment, he feels a bit hesitant, fingers unable to go furthermore, to reach his lifelong desire.

You have no idea how long Ran has been wishing for this, you’re completely clueless.

You have never seen nor witnessed the obsessive behavior of the man, known as your longtime friend and fellow member of the most notorious gang.

He furrows his eyebrow when you suddenly hold his wrist, guiding him towards your core.

He catches a glimpse of the messy pool marking your panties, and it just takes a few sways of your hips towards his hand to get him back on track.

“Tell me how he touched you,” he orders, sweetly. He observes your face, the way your eyes are avoiding his, your timid but so, so eager small gestures: he knows it all before you can even talk.

“He’s never made you feel like this, has he?” he’s back on being confident with his every word, dragging his fingers towards the lace of your panties.

You shake your head in response, “No… He has never made me feel like this, Ran..”

He should’ve expected that, but he’s still disappointed. He’s disappointed that someone ever had the audacity to treat you so poorly.

And not the way he best believes you deserve to be treated.

The thought of being the only one witnessing you like this right now, soaking wet over the simplest touches of his, has his mind going crazy.

And he wonders how your moans sound like, how you taste like… He’s oh so going to spoil you until you’re all stretched out and the only thing you can babble about is his name. And only his.

Ran wastes no time undressing you. He caresses your cheeks, sucking on your lower lip. He proceeds to leave wet kisses all over your jawline, sucking and dragging his tongue across your cleavage.

Your curves fill his hands, he feels you struggling to rub your thighs as you’re squeezing him between your legs.

He chuckles softly at the sight. Feeling like he has given enough appreciation to your body, he shifts his attention towards your clothed cunt. Ran leans down and lays on his stomach, undressing you completely.

The sight of your cunt gets him hard in an instant. Just like he has always imagined, your cunt’s pretty— he could just stare at it for the rest of his life.

Ran’s blessed with the sight of your inner labia, spread and drenched in your own wetness.

He trails his fingertips around your fluttering hole, earning a sweet whimper from you. Ran drags his thumb across your slit, pressing harder on your clit. He watches the mess you’ve made yourself, as your own fluids drip down your inner thighs.

“Ran…” you breathe. Your friend’s eyes fly open, shifting his whole attention to you. You’re still avoiding eye contact, though your lips parted slightly and the way your back arches at every touch of his are enough to let him know how desperate you are.

“God, you sound like a fucking virgin,” Ran snickers, caressing your thighs lovingly, “I’ll have to take care of you, baby… I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked by anyone else before.”

You’re left flustered at his words, the thought of taking Ran’s cock has you squirm in anticipation, “Please… Please, fuck me, Ran..”

The man between your legs pays you no mind as this time, he drags his flat tongue against your folds. You gasp at the sensation— he’s flicking the tip across your hole, making you feel absolutely overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Ran works his tongue on you; he’s swallowing your juices like a man-starved. You taste so sweet on his tongue and he surely can’t get enough of it.

Your breath hitches when you feel him suck on your hard bud and you struggle to adjust yourself underneath him before he grabs your ankles, wrapping them around his shoulders.

He’s immersed between your legs, his tongue is lapping at your folds messily, moaning against your core and sending vibrations down your spine.

“Fuck— Mhh, Ran..” you cry out, the pleasure overwhelming your whole body. The man grins and pulls away, leaving a string of his own saliva behind before spreading it over your whole pussy with his palm.

Every touch of his is like a smoulder, your body taken on fire. The nasty sight has your legs tremble and you can barely even decipher the overwhelming emotions getting over you.

Ran hovers over your body, taking his clothes off as well. The glimpse of the tattoo on his neck instinctively brings your fingers to grace over the inked skin, earning a hum from the man above you.

He grins as he meets your gaze— much to his delight; he takes his time on you, from squeezing your breasts and sucking on your nipples, Ran has gone completely obsessed with praising every single part of your body.

“Ran...” you murmur, too flustered. You’re not experienced: that one time you’ve lost your virginity card, it didn’t even go well— and the thought of Ran having to deal with you breaks your heart and you’re worried whether or not you’ll meet his expectations.

Your friend takes notice of your hesitation, given your furrowed eyebrows and narrowed lips.

He hushes you with a kiss, “I’ve always wanted this, more than anything else,” he whispers, cupping your cheeks, “God… You really have no fucking clue. Maybe I’m insane, but I’ve always wished you were the one I was fucking every night instead of my ex,” there’s a bitter chuckle that escapes Ran’s lips, leaving you speechless.

“Your ex— You.. You loved her,” you try to resonate, but Ran shakes his head, a sinister grin painting across his face.

“I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you,” he retorts, “Just like this,” at those words, your mouth falls open as Ran’s cock splits you open.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the burning sensation. He’s too big. That’s the first thing that comes to your mind.

You gasp as Ran starts rolling his hips to push the head of his cock deeper— tight is his grip on the headboard, trying his very best to move in slowly, letting you adapt to his size.

“Fuck— You feel so good,” Ran groans, praise reaching your ears has you instictively clench your walls around him, “That’s it, baby, that’s it.. Take it all for me, mh? I know ‘s too much.”

It feels like you’re being fucked for the first time. Ran’s size completely outranks your ex boyfriend’s. Everything about Ran can’t ever be compared.

The way he just manhandles you with care, and kisses you eagerly a second later— it’s making you lose your mind.

His cock is long, thick, you can feel it as you’re struggling to take it all. You bite your lip, holding onto Ran’s biceps, letting him ram his cock into you even deeper— it’s almost absurd how you can feel the veins adorning his pretty cock, wrapped around your walls.

“Ran.. Your cock.. ‘S too big,” you cry, tightening the grip on his biceps when he starts thrusting a little bit faster, “Please... Slow— Slow down, Ran..”

“Relax, baby, you’re taking me so well,” he coos, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it, “Atta girl.”

You nod at him, wrapping your legs around his hips, “I’ve.. I’ve never felt like this with him,” you confess, “He’s never made me cum.”

At your words, Ran pounds his cock into you with force until you’ve taken him all, balls deep. You cry at the prickling sensation, your moans and the sound of your skins slapping echo through the wall.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” he moans into your ear, “After I’ll show him how you cum all over my cock like the good girl that you are.”

You watch as he stretches his arm towards the nightstand, grabbing your phone and tapping on the screen mindlessly.

“Ran— What are you—”

“What do you want?”

It’s your ex boyfriend’s voice from the phone.

You look at Ran in horror, motioning him to end the call but the second he holds the phone over your figure, you freeze.

“This. This is what we want,” Ran grins widely, mocking your ex boyfriend and framing his cock hammering into your pussy into the camera, “Look she’s clenching around me. Taking my fat cock like the good girl she is. Feels so fucking good,” he moans, bringing a hand to play with your tits.

There’s no response from the other side of the phone— not like the two of you care. You’re flustered sure, to know that somebody else is watching the entire scene but at the same time, the thought of Ran showing you off makes you feel triumphant, even confident of yourself.

“Tell him baby, tell him how much you love my cock,” Ran’s still mocking your quiet ex boyfriend. He brings one of your legs over his shoulder, giving himself a better angle to fuck his cock into your tight cunt.

“Ran.. I love Ran’s cock!” you moan, tongue lolling out of your mouth and back arching at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix, “Ran’s cock.. Feels so good, ‘s too big!”

“That’s my girl,” Ran smiles, “This pussy’s all mine” he’s hitting all your right spots and the fact that he’s just using one hand to handle it all makes it even more attractive.

“Cum inside of me..” you’re begging ridiculously— something that your ex boyfriend has never seen you do, “Please, please, Ran. Give me all your cum.”

Your filthy words lead Ran to thrust into you even faster, cock disappearing into your pussy. Without saying anything, he ends the call with your ex and throws your phone away, taking his time to hit your cervix with the thick head of his cock.

Ran curses under his breath, adorning your pretty cunt with all his semen. Most of it makes it inside mixed with your fluids, while the rest drips down your inner thighs. You’re squirming underneath him, moaning his name repeatedly as you reach your climax as well, milking all over his fat cock.

The two of you are panting heavily, Ran’s arms wrap around your body— yet he doesn’t pull away and you’re not complaining.

“Hey,” he calls you, kissing your temple, “Let this be the last time we’ll involve your ex boyfriend while fucking.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Are you saying…?”

“I’m surely not planning to make this the last time I’ll fuck you.”

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[endeavours-firey-pubes]

friends like this ;

SUMMARY. “would you believe me if i said that i wanted to be your first?”

WORDCOUNT. 3.7k (sincerely very sorry)

CONTENT WARNING. explicit content + author’s subtle and terrible humor, unprotected sex, mentions of oc ex-boyfriend, mentions of ran being obsessed with you, mention of death threat, body worship, praising, cunnilingus, spitting, implied cheating (ran to his ex), exhibitionism, slight voyeurism.

It’s an everyday occurence to hear your friends speak so casually about their latest fuck and so on and so forth— however, you still can’t get a grip of the crude language they use. Especially when they’re aware of your presence.

“Dude, you should’ve seen that hot chick!” Sanzu exclaims like a hormonal teenager as he motions with his cupped hands what seems like the chick’s ass— almost as big as his own face, “Definitely your type,” he adds, pointing at Ran who reacts with a snort.

“Nah, you’re kidding,” you hear the latter reply, “Haven’t seen one as big as my ex’s.”

You quietly sip on your tea, trying to pay no mind to the group of men surrounding you and speaking so lively just like a bunch of high school kids getting excited over any living being of the opposite sex.

What makes the current situation worse is Sanzu placing his 38 special ammo set all over the glass table with his unloaded revolver resting proudly on his lap, bringing up such a topic in the meantime— like he hasn’t just killed another executive from their rival gang.

“I thought you were over her?” Rindou asks from the other side of the huge room. You can tell from the way he’s crouched, holding a few banknotes and not even sparing anyone a glance that he’s in charge of counting the money today, due to Kokonoi’s temporary absence. It’s just the four of you meeting at the headquarters.

“Well, duh. I just miss her ass, that’s all,” Ran answers to his brother matter-of-factly, “Oh, and her tits too,” he adds, placing his feet on the desk.

You scrunch your nose up, watching as a dreamy sigh escapes Ran’s lips, soon curving into a weird smirk that has you immediately shake your head, not even bothering to wonder what he’s thinking of.

Instead, feeling the conversation degenerate even more, you glare at the men, yet you receive nothing but a snort from Sanzu, clearly entertained by your subtle reactions.

Thankfully though, an unexpected savior joins into the conversation earlier than you’ve expected and you find yourself letting out a sigh of relief as you relax on your seat, a familiar figure approaching the four of you.

“I heard y’all talking about tits and ass.”

Actually, you don’t even have a good feeling about this anymore.

It’s Kokonoi. Another executive of the Bonten gang. Besides being known for his business skills, he’s majorly known amongst the gang members as the insane one who keeps a notebook full of the names and phone numbers of people he has fucked.

You’ve promised yourself to never bring up his “fuckbook”— just like he likes to call it, whenever he’s around, ever again.

You would not like to experience him babbling about it once more.

“Yup, we were talking about Ran’s ex just now,” Rindou explains briefly as he gets up from his seat, to which Koko nods accompanied with an attentive expression.

The ravenette’s gaze lands on you and his smile gets bigger. He wraps an arm around you as he takes the empty seat on the couch beside you, “Talking about tits and ass in front of a lady seems a bit inappropriate,” he chuckles, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s alright. I pretend I do not hear. I don’t exist right now. I’m just a hologram.”

“Actually, I’ve always wanted to ask you something,” everyone’s gaze shifts to Sanzu, “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Talk about inappropriate,” Ran snickers; yet from the way his eyes never leave your figure, something telling you that he’s actually curious to know your answer.

“You think someone like her is a virgin?” Koko almost bursts out laughing and you don’t even hesitate to elbow him, earning a groan instead of the laughter his lips were trying to suppress just now.

“You know what,” you begin, “Go back on talking about your hot chicks or whatever,” you shake your head as you hold your cup of tea once again, as if from a different shift of your position, they would let this matter go.

But you know them too well, unfortunately. And they aren’t ones to give up. You have a gut feeling that this conversation will soon lead to an even worse situation.

Coincidentally, your gaze lands on Ran, whose eyes have been on your figure this whole time and you’re left beyond breathless for unknown reasons.

There’s something that you know Ran is hiding behind those sparkling eyes of his, that you only got to see when he told you about his make out session with his first ever girlfriend.

However, he has never really given those kinds of sparkling eyes to you and, heaven only knows that you might be so wrong for assuming something so nonsensical, especially when it’s Ran we’re talking about.

Your long time friend and now fellow executive partner in Bonten.

Besides, you have never opened up to any of them about your sex life— heck, you’re not as bold as they can be, you would have buried yourself in an instant if you had to tell them about your first time too.

The silence has reigned on the five of you ever since your attempt of changing the topic and to say that you’re beyond embarrassed now would be an understatement.

But fortunately, the savior you once thought was a lost case, is back on his track.

“Good weather today, by the way,” Koko observes.

A loud lightning strikes from outside.

It’s raining hard.

“Need a ride home?” you hear Ran’s voice and as you turn around. As expected, he’s talking to you.

You bite your lip, glancing at the enormous window on your left.

You mentally facepalm yourself for not checking the weather forecast and bring an umbrella— because now you know you’ve got to deal with any possible worse case scenario by accepting Ran’s offer.

“Yeah, thank you.”

He gets up from the couch, hands on his pockets and his gaze lands upon your figure.

That look.

You’re doomed.

Has he ever been this fucking hot?

---

“Y’know, to be honest, I’m still curious,” the offered ride is starting to get longer and with Ran’s unnecessary statement you see no escape from your unfortunate fate.

You glance at your friend— his gaze is still focused on the road whilst one hand is holding the steering wheel. You gulp as you let your eyes trail down his side profile, his jawline sharp and as visible as his Adam's apple.

“About what?” you mumble, leaning your head against the car window.

“Your answer to Sanzu's question,” he replies, “If you’re virgin or not. I’m curious.”

You manage to take a look at him from the reflection of the window and you swear you catch a glimpse of a grin across his face.

“Of course, you’re curious. You’re such a pervert.”

A painful, pathetic gasp escapes Ran’s lips and he’s now acting like you’ve just insulted him, “I love and respect women, y’know.”

You turn around, amused, “Uh, huh.”

“You, more than anyone else, should be aware of that,” he takes a quick glance at you before looking back at the road, “I respect you the most.”

There’s a moment of silence after those words and you’re suddenly left with a racing heart in your chest that you fail to believe it’s really yours.

You divert your gaze from Ran’s figure and the car engine becomes less loud the second he stops the car at the red light, engulfing the two of you in an awkward silence.

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Oh.. Wow.”

“Now why do you sound like you weren’t expecting that?”

“It’s not that,” he continues, this time his eyes are darker than usual, as they seem to conceal his most prohibited thoughts that he wouldn’t be able to even fathom himself, “Would you believe me if I said that I wanted to be your first?” your friend asks.

You’re frozen on your seat, unable to process a single word of his.

From your peripheral vision you swear you can see Ran’s face moving closer to yours until the sudden sound of a horn from the car behind makes the two of you flinch.

“Shit, okay—” he mutters under his breath as he looks back at the road; the streetlight has turned green.

You nervously bite your lip, thoughts too scattered to even get a grip of one.

And before you know it, Ran changes the direction that leads to your home as he stops the car at a small parking lot instead.

“Oh. Nice,” is the only thing you manage to say.

“Sorry, okay, I didn’t mean that—”

“Shut up. It’s not like you to say that.”

Your heart is pounding too loudly and when you meet his gaze, you wonder if a rule such as finding your gang member that attractive— dangerously too attractive for your own health, exists.

Because if not, you’ve been surely living your own life behind a stupid wall that’s preventing you from letting Haitani Ran do things to you.

“Then, what do you want me to say?” he looks so stupid with that shit eating grin of his, plastered across his face like it’s on default whenever there’s a chance to activate his dominant side.

“Anything that Haitani Ran would say.”

He lets out a sharp breath before leaning closer to you, “Tell me everything about your first time.”

You should’ve expected that.

---

“Ran— Wait,” you sigh in exasperation as you try to shove away the man who’s currently sucking on your skin.

You’ve just reached your house a few minutes ago, through Ran groping your ass at the entrance, kissing you inside the elevator and now leaving marks on your neck without even letting you close the door behind the two of you.

Ran groans at your complaints, “C’mere,” he whispers, pulling you by the sleeves. Even from a single word you can feel the eagerness, like he’s been longing to do you since the first time his eyes landed on you.

You pay him no mind as you struggle to turn around and just lock the goddamn door of your apartment, Ran’s exigent hands roaming all over your warm body.

When you look back at him, you’re left almost breathless.

You have never seen this side of Ran that has you weak on your knees, his eyes showing you the fervent desire he has never dared to ooze out for so many years.

Without uttering a single word, Ran holds your face before crashing his lips against yours for the second time that night.

Once again, he kisses you with the same enthusiasm of minutes ago, keeping you into his arms as you let him guide you towards your bedroom.

The languid sound of your shared kiss, the whimpers that slip out of your mouth— they all echo through the thick walls.

There’s no sweetness that can be filtered between the two of you.

Tonight is all about piercing two souls yearning for one another.

Ran props you down the mattress, placing himself between your legs before pulling away from the kiss.

You’re underneath him. Your short dress defining every single curve of your body recalls all the nights he has spent fisting his cock while staring at the pictures he has secretly taken of you.

His mind suddenly wanders through all those times he has seen you holding hands with your ex-boyfriend, sometimes even sitting prettily on his lap.

He hated whenever you’d bring him to the meetings— everybody else knew as well that he was way out of your league and you’ve proven it yourself.

Ran sighs, licking his lips, “Has he ever touched you?” he wonders, more to himself.

His fingers grace over your dress, pulling the hem up and revealing your clothed cunt, “Right here?” he gulps, dark orbits meeting yours.

For a moment, he feels a bit hesitant, fingers unable to go furthermore, to reach his lifelong desire.

You have no idea how long Ran has been wishing for this, you’re completely clueless.

You have never seen nor witnessed the obsessive behavior of the man, known as your longtime friend and fellow member of the most notorious gang.

He furrows his eyebrow when you suddenly hold his wrist, guiding him towards your core.

He catches a glimpse of the messy pool marking your panties, and it just takes a few sways of your hips towards his hand to get him back on track.

“Tell me how he touched you,” he orders, sweetly. He observes your face, the way your eyes are avoiding his, your timid but so, so eager small gestures: he knows it all before you can even talk.

“He’s never made you feel like this, has he?” he’s back on being confident with his every word, dragging his fingers towards the lace of your panties.

You shake your head in response, “No… He has never made me feel like this, Ran..”

He should’ve expected that, but he’s still disappointed. He’s disappointed that someone ever had the audacity to treat you so poorly.

And not the way he best believes you deserve to be treated.

The thought of being the only one witnessing you like this right now, soaking wet over the simplest touches of his, has his mind going crazy.

And he wonders how your moans sound like, how you taste like… He’s oh so going to spoil you until you’re all stretched out and the only thing you can babble about is his name. And only his.

Ran wastes no time undressing you. He caresses your cheeks, sucking on your lower lip. He proceeds to leave wet kisses all over your jawline, sucking and dragging his tongue across your cleavage.

Your curves fill his hands, he feels you struggling to rub your thighs as you’re squeezing him between your legs.

He chuckles softly at the sight. Feeling like he has given enough appreciation to your body, he shifts his attention towards your clothed cunt. Ran leans down and lays on his stomach, undressing you completely.

The sight of your cunt gets him hard in an instant. Just like he has always imagined, your cunt’s pretty— he could just stare at it for the rest of his life.

Ran’s blessed with the sight of your inner labia, spread and drenched in your own wetness.

He trails his fingertips around your fluttering hole, earning a sweet whimper from you. Ran drags his thumb across your slit, pressing harder on your clit. He watches the mess you’ve made yourself, as your own fluids drip down your inner thighs.

“Ran…” you breathe. Your friend’s eyes fly open, shifting his whole attention to you. You’re still avoiding eye contact, though your lips parted slightly and the way your back arches at every touch of his are enough to let him know how desperate you are.

“God, you sound like a fucking virgin,” Ran snickers, caressing your thighs lovingly, “I’ll have to take care of you, baby… I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked by anyone else before.”

You’re left flustered at his words, the thought of taking Ran’s cock has you squirm in anticipation, “Please… Please, fuck me, Ran..”

The man between your legs pays you no mind as this time, he drags his flat tongue against your folds. You gasp at the sensation— he’s flicking the tip across your hole, making you feel absolutely overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Ran works his tongue on you; he’s swallowing your juices like a man-starved. You taste so sweet on his tongue and he surely can’t get enough of it.

Your breath hitches when you feel him suck on your hard bud and you struggle to adjust yourself underneath him before he grabs your ankles, wrapping them around his shoulders.

He’s immersed between your legs, his tongue is lapping at your folds messily, moaning against your core and sending vibrations down your spine.

“Fuck— Mhh, Ran..” you cry out, the pleasure overwhelming your whole body. The man grins and pulls away, leaving a string of his own saliva behind before spreading it over your whole pussy with his palm.

Every touch of his is like a smoulder, your body taken on fire. The nasty sight has your legs tremble and you can barely even decipher the overwhelming emotions getting over you.

Ran hovers over your body, taking his clothes off as well. The glimpse of the tattoo on his neck instinctively brings your fingers to grace over the inked skin, earning a hum from the man above you.

He grins as he meets your gaze— much to his delight; he takes his time on you, from squeezing your breasts and sucking on your nipples, Ran has gone completely obsessed with praising every single part of your body.

“Ran...” you murmur, too flustered. You’re not experienced: that one time you’ve lost your virginity card, it didn’t even go well— and the thought of Ran having to deal with you breaks your heart and you’re worried whether or not you’ll meet his expectations.

Your friend takes notice of your hesitation, given your furrowed eyebrows and narrowed lips.

He hushes you with a kiss, “I’ve always wanted this, more than anything else,” he whispers, cupping your cheeks, “God… You really have no fucking clue. Maybe I’m insane, but I’ve always wished you were the one I was fucking every night instead of my ex,” there’s a bitter chuckle that escapes Ran’s lips, leaving you speechless.

“Your ex— You.. You loved her,” you try to resonate, but Ran shakes his head, a sinister grin painting across his face.

“I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you,” he retorts, “Just like this,” at those words, your mouth falls open as Ran’s cock splits you open.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the burning sensation. He’s too big. That’s the first thing that comes to your mind.

You gasp as Ran starts rolling his hips to push the head of his cock deeper— tight is his grip on the headboard, trying his very best to move in slowly, letting you adapt to his size.

“Fuck— You feel so good,” Ran groans, praise reaching your ears has you instictively clench your walls around him, “That’s it, baby, that’s it.. Take it all for me, mh? I know ‘s too much.”

It feels like you’re being fucked for the first time. Ran’s size completely outranks your ex boyfriend’s. Everything about Ran can’t ever be compared.

The way he just manhandles you with care, and kisses you eagerly a second later— it’s making you lose your mind.

His cock is long, thick, you can feel it as you’re struggling to take it all. You bite your lip, holding onto Ran’s biceps, letting him ram his cock into you even deeper— it’s almost absurd how you can feel the veins adorning his pretty cock, wrapped around your walls.

“Ran.. Your cock.. ‘S too big,” you cry, tightening the grip on his biceps when he starts thrusting a little bit faster, “Please... Slow— Slow down, Ran..”

“Relax, baby, you’re taking me so well,” he coos, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it, “Atta girl.”

You nod at him, wrapping your legs around his hips, “I’ve.. I’ve never felt like this with him,” you confess, “He’s never made me cum.”

At your words, Ran pounds his cock into you with force until you’ve taken him all, balls deep. You cry at the prickling sensation, your moans and the sound of your skins slapping echo through the wall.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” he moans into your ear, “After I’ll show him how you cum all over my cock like the good girl that you are.”

You watch as he stretches his arm towards the nightstand, grabbing your phone and tapping on the screen mindlessly.

“Ran— What are you—”

“What do you want?”

It’s your ex boyfriend’s voice from the phone.

You look at Ran in horror, motioning him to end the call but the second he holds the phone over your figure, you freeze.

“This. This is what we want,” Ran grins widely, mocking your ex boyfriend and framing his cock hammering into your pussy into the camera, “Look she’s clenching around me. Taking my fat cock like the good girl she is. Feels so fucking good,” he moans, bringing a hand to play with your tits.

There’s no response from the other side of the phone— not like the two of you care. You’re flustered sure, to know that somebody else is watching the entire scene but at the same time, the thought of Ran showing you off makes you feel triumphant, even confident of yourself.

“Tell him baby, tell him how much you love my cock,” Ran’s still mocking your quiet ex boyfriend. He brings one of your legs over his shoulder, giving himself a better angle to fuck his cock into your tight cunt.

“Ran.. I love Ran’s cock!” you moan, tongue lolling out of your mouth and back arching at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix, “Ran’s cock.. Feels so good, ‘s too big!”

“That’s my girl,” Ran smiles, “This pussy’s all mine” he’s hitting all your right spots and the fact that he’s just using one hand to handle it all makes it even more attractive.

“Cum inside of me..” you’re begging ridiculously— something that your ex boyfriend has never seen you do, “Please, please, Ran. Give me all your cum.”

Your filthy words lead Ran to thrust into you even faster, cock disappearing into your pussy. Without saying anything, he ends the call with your ex and throws your phone away, taking his time to hit your cervix with the thick head of his cock.

Ran curses under his breath, adorning your pretty cunt with all his semen. Most of it makes it inside mixed with your fluids, while the rest drips down your inner thighs. You’re squirming underneath him, moaning his name repeatedly as you reach your climax as well, milking all over his fat cock.

The two of you are panting heavily, Ran’s arms wrap around your body— yet he doesn’t pull away and you’re not complaining.

“Hey,” he calls you, kissing your temple, “Let this be the last time we’ll involve your ex boyfriend while fucking.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Are you saying…?”

“I’m surely not planning to make this the last time I’ll fuck you.”

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Little Red Dress | K. Ryuguji x T. Mitsuya |

⪀Pairing: K. Ryuguji x Fem! Reader x T. Mitsuya

⪀Word Count: 5.1k

⪀Summary: Draken asks for a favor from Mitsuya. Mitsuya indulges him and gains access to his girl in the process.

⪀Rating: Explicit

⪀Genre: Porn with a teensy bit of plot.

⪀Warnings: Minors DO NOT Interact!! Vaginal sex, poly behavior, objectification if you quint, cumming inside (wear a condom please), teasing, possession kink, marking kink, piercings, and slight homewrecking if you squint.

⪀AN: Man this week has been trash. I really had planned to do kinktober, but my dog got hella sick, and then I had to put him down. It's been disgustingly rough these past few weeks and as a gift (because I am not attempting Kinktober at this point) have one of the fics that I was able to complete. This one specifically was for the marking kink. I have a couple more in the works, but for now, have this as a peace offering.

DISCLAIMER: All the characters I write for, and have ever written for, are 18+

CONTAINS VERY MILD SPOILERS (HAIR COLOR?) FOR CH 198. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

You’d never really planned to have two boyfriends. Realistically, you’d never planned to have one, and yet, almost back to back, the twin dragons seemed to stumble upon you. Draken met you, while running errands for the brothel. He normally kept his head on straight while he crossed items off of a list of groceries and essentials, but when he spotted you balanced on top of a shopping cart, trying to reach something on one of the upper shelves, he felt he had to intervene. Eyebrows furrowed, the taller man looks between you, and a jug of lavender scented laundry detergent your fingers are inches from, before he plucks it down with ease.

“You shouldn’t stand on shopping carts. Real easy way to bust your ass and end up with some nasty injuries.” He hums, almost amused at the frustrated huff you let out. He sets it down in your cart, and helps you down, so you do in fact, not end up lying in a crumpled heap in the laundry aisle.

“Thanks…” you mumble back at him, a little embarrassed for being called out. He just shrugs, eyeing how short you actually are, back on the ground.

“You should have someone join you on shopping trips. To avoid-” he takes two slender fingers, and points to your cart, before pointing to the shelf. “Whatever that was.”

“Maybe I don’t have someone tall to join me? What’s a girl gonna do, rent a giant?” your quip drags a legitimate smile onto his face. He loved sassy girls. Something about being able to get back exactly what he put out, made him a little too happy.

“Maybe you can.” he fumbles around in the pockets of baggy jeans, adorned with chains, for a pen, and scribbles his number down on the back of the shopping list. Shoving it into your hand, the tall dark haired man gives you a grin that makes you blush, just a bit. “I guess I’m your fairy god giant.”

Meeting Mitsuya was a complete fluke. You and Draken’s relationship had blossomed over the course of six months. No longer did you just summon him to join you for trips to the grocery store. Instead, the two of you spent whatever free time you had, outside of Toman related fuckery, playing poker, or sharing lunch with Mikey, who seemed oddly fond of you. When a dress you’d been planning to wear out on a date to a relatively popular night club had gotten damaged in the mail, Draken immediately knew who to go to for a repair.

Something about the lavender and black haired man really seemed to catch your eye, though you were much too faithful to Draken to ever speak on that thought. The two of you had seen one another before, though just in passing. You’d brushed past one another as you exited the Toman hideout after sneaking in to give Draken a little goodbye present, or you’d see them together at festivals. Once in a blue moon he’d show up at the shop to chit chat, or he’d slide by Draken’s apartment to drop something off for him. It seemed the two of them were friends, but that was as far back as you assumed it went, since Draken seemed to get along with all of the members of Toman equally (except for Mikey).

As you stood on your bed as a makeshift pedestal, Draken kept a protective hand on your thigh. Mitsuya inserted sewing pins where he’d need to make adjustments, eyes squinted behind black framed glasses. The way his hands skimmed over your curves had you salivating and blushing, just a tad.

“Ya know, this would go a lot quicker if you’d quit squirming.” Mitsuya teases, lavender eyes flickering up and down your hips for a moment and he judges just how many more straight pins he needs to repair the zipple and fix the tear in the red satin.

When you mutter a quiet “Sorry.” Draken’s radar goes off. Not only has he heard that lilt to your voice before, the way you instantly back down from a proposition to tease back has him curious. He sets dark eyes on his friend, noting how he has the fabric pinched between skilled fingers, just below the cleft of your ass. You’re turned on by this. And he knows. The look the two of you share has your heart just about racing out of your chest. Had Mitsuya noted the way you twitched when he’d pin an area, and creep his fingers further up your ass cheek? Did he think the soft shudders racing up your legs were from anxiety?

Once all the pins are in place, he pats your thigh, and watches you climb off of your bed. “There you go. If you take it off, I can run it over to my apartment and get it fixed up to you in time for the trip to Moondance. Just pull it up and over your head to avoid getting poked.” He instructs, either playing his knowledge off, or clueless. When you dip into the bathroom to do just that, he and Draken share a look.

“Don’t get any ideas.” There’s a teasing little tone in Draken’s baritone that makes Mitsuya snort at him, as he returns the straight pins back to their container and loads them into a sewing box.

“I don’t have any ideas.” He huffs back, lips pulled up into a soft, playful smirk. There’s something oddly unspoken between the two of them, when you return and thank Mitsuya for fixing your dress on such short notice. The lavender haired man shrugs, a smile on his face.

“Guess you’ll owe me down the line. See you two later.”

When you go over to pick your dress up, Mitsuya meets you at the door with the dress thrown over one of his arms. “I replaced the zipper, and repaired the tear. Would you like to try it on really quick, just to make sure it fits well? I did have to take it in a little bit, and create a slit, so it didn’t seem obvious it was repaired, since I couldn’t find matching fabric in my stash.” You look down at Draken, scrolling through social media on his phone as he waits on his bike for you to return.

“Uh, yeah, I can do that.” His apartment is well organized and minimalist, with photos of his siblings, and the gang on the wall. He leads you to the guest bathroom and offers you the dress to take. As you slip inside, you don’t miss the look he has in his eyes, as he scans over your hips one more time. The dress fits perfectly, even with the fabric removed. There’s a long slit in the back now, that threatens to show the sheer panties you have on, and you can’t help but smile at how happy Draken is going to be, to see that.

Stepping out, you catch a whiff of freshly sprayed cologne, and look up, to find Mitsuya putting on earring in the hallway mirror, hair damp and freshly gelled.

“Does it fit alright?” He asks, watching you turn so he can admire his handy work.

“Yeah, actually. I love the slit that you added, it really brings the whole thing together. Makes it a little slutty.” You shoot him a playful grin, as you turn in place.

The way the dress cups your ass makes his cock stir, but he gives you a kind smile. You were Draken’s girl. And he was determined to respect that, no matter how much he wanted to palm your ass. “It looks good. Why don’t you go ahead down to Draken. I’m sure he’ll like what he sees.” You smile, and step closer to give him a soft thank you hug.

Draken does like what he sees. When you turn for him, he immediately cups a handful of your ass with a little grin, mumbling about how good the dress will look bunched up around your hips tonight, while he splits you open on his cock. Mitsuya catches the way the dress hikes just enough to show some thigh, as you straddle the back of Draken’s bike to head to the club. God he wants a piece of you, so badly. The way you turn, and shoot him a sweet smile has him a little lightheaded as he twirls his bike keys around one of his fingers. He really couldn’t tell if it was flirty, or playful, but he wanted to see it as he fucked you against the mattress in his apartment.

The night club is noisy and buzzing with activity, as it usually is. Mikey orders shots for the table, as he usually does. You’re pressed close to Draken, the musky scent of his cologne wafting over you, as he keeps an arm looped around your midsection. On your other side, Mitsuya nurses a whiskey sour, eyes occasionally finding the dip between your breasts that he can see, from the sweetheart neckline of your dress, while they discuss gang matters. Takemichi gets up from the table between rounds of vodka shots, to vomit, though when you’re bored, you nudge Hina’s leg with one of the heels of your shoes.

“C’mon, let’s go dance!” You yell over the crowd, shifting over Mitsuya’s lap to climb out of the circular booth. Draken catches the way Mitsuya’s eyes skim over your ass again, as it brushes his cock, on your way out. Mikey and Baji kick off with one another about whether or not to start a fight with a rival group. Smiley, of course, takes Baji’s side, and Takemichi, as always, tries to point out the facts, before he’s up, and going to puke again, poor thing. Draken eyes Mitsuya, who normally would have joined in by now, to present the pros and cons about the decision, curiously.

“What’s your take on all of this?” He asks, arms now crossed as he follows his gaze, to where you and Hina were entertaining yourselves on the dance floors. You both knew better than to venture too far into the crowd of swaying bodies or Draken would come to retrieve you. He wasn't a possessive persay, he just liked to keep you within eyesight to avoid perverts and idiots trying to dance all up with his girl.

“Huh?” he asks, snapping out of the daze he was in. Oh. The fight. Mitsuya shifts, shrugging his shoulders and looking between Baji and Mikey. “Obviously, we shouldn't uh, be hasty. I’m gonna need to do some research before we go charging in head first.” Draken cocks an eyebrow.

“We already went over intel. 5 minutes ago.” He huffs, shifting to stand up, as he slides around the red leather of the booth. “Get up. Your head isn't in the game. Let’s go have a chat.” The lavender haired man was sure he was in for it now, but he doesn’t shy away. All eyes were on the two of them, as they slipped out of the back of the club to rest along the brick in the alleyway. The air is cooler here, and not at all as hot or thick with the smells of moving bodies, alcohol, and god knows what else.

Draken digs around in his pocket for a box of smokes, taking one for himself before he offers them to Mitsuya. “You know, I owe you a favor.” He mumbles around the white base of the cigarette in his mouth, causing it to bob between his lips, as he lights it.

“You owe me quite a few favors.” Mitsuya snarks back, leaning in to light his own. He takes a couple drags, before he breathes out a puff of smoke. Draken just grunts, taking a drag of his own before he pulls it away from his lips.

“That I do. We’ve shared a lot of things too, over the years.” Mitsuya had been sure that the dark haired man had brought him out here to punch him one good time for ogling his girl, but here they were...reminiscing? “So, you like my girl?” He asks, lips twitching up when he says the title. Mitsuya takes another drag and shrugs. There were two choices. He could avoid the conversation all together. Lie, and say you reminded him of someone he knew. Or just...be honest.

“She’s pretty.” He mumbles simply puffing out a ring of smoke.

“And?” Draken asks, waiting for him to continue.

Mitsuya smiles softly, and shrugs. “She’s sweet, too. Got a nice little ass on her. I...I do. I like your wifey, Draken.”

Draken doesn’t even flinch. He simply snorts and puffs out a ring of smoke into the air in front of them. “Well, that’s good. She’s an even better slut. Loves sucking cock, and getting fucked until she can’t form a comprehensible syllable. Since, I owe you, how about we come to an agreement. You can date her. Fuck her. Dress her up in whatever you want. Get your cock sucked to your little heart’s content. Consider her, yours too. And consider my debt, repaid. Just don’t damage the merchandise.”

Mitsuya goes stiff as a board, eyes wide. “Don’t you want to, uh, run this by her first??” he asks, looking surprised as he nearly drops his own cigarette. Draken shrugs, a playful little smile on his face.

“What if I told you, I already did.” Had everything up to that point been a ploy to tease him and get him riled up? The ripped dress needing alterations, the brush against his lap as you got up, the way your sparkling eyes had found his while you ground against Hina, who was too drunk to do anything more than laugh at her friend just about humping her on the dance floor. “She’s on board. So, tonight, when we split, you can take her for a little test ride. Just don’t damage the merchandise, yeah?” He drops the smoldering butt of his cigarette to the ground and puts it out with a twist of the toe of his black boot.

Surely enough, Draken needed to take Mikey’s drunk ass home anyway, while Chifuyu loaded Takemitchi and Hina into an uber together. Smiley gave you a two fingered salute and that shit eating grin he always wore as he climbed onto his own bike. If Mitsuya was nervous, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it, as he stuck his key into the ignition, and climbed on. He offers you an outstretched hand with a kind smile.

“You’re not nervous, are you?” he questions, helping you climb on. The way your thighs hug his hips makes him swoon. As he leans back, you wrap your arms around his body, clinging to him for the impending ride.

“Maybe a bit. I’ve never done this before, but...you seem nice. And if Ryu trusts you, so do I.” You inform, voice pitched up in volume so he can hear you over the roar of his engine. He’d never heard anyone call Draken Ryu before, but god was it the sweetest. Would you come up with a nickname for him, at some point too? The entire drive home you rest your head on his shoulder, which alleviated some of his anxiety around what he was about to do with you.

Mitsuya parks his bike, and helps you off of it with a hand. You two take the steps, and again, you step into his apartment, kicking your shoes off at the door to be polite.

“So uh, how do you wanna do this?” he asks, making you laugh. A little bit of crimson starts to color his face.

“Do you ask every girl you bring home that question?” you challenge, voice even and sweet as you back him up against the wall. Vodka scented breath fans over his face, as you lean into him, smiling.

“Well no. But it isn’t every night I bring home my childhood friend’s girlfriend, either.” He whispers, hands tentatively resting on your hips as he keeps steady eye contact with you. Your eyes are beautiful, even in the low light of his living room floor lamp.

You lean in, pressing your hips to his, lips inches from his. “But I’m not just Ken’s girl.” You peck his lips once, immediately pulling away to gauge his response. “I’m your girl now, too.” That’s all it takes for Mitsuya’s resolve to snap. His hands slide further down, cupping the curves of your hips in his hands. They’re not as big, nor rough as Draken’s, but the pressure makes you mewl. He leans in, and cranes his neck downard for a fiery kiss. Lips moving in sync, the two of you take awkward, wobbly steps over to the couch, where Mitsuya is quick to drop you against the plush surface. He breaks the kiss, only to lift your legs by the backs of your knees, folding you up and spreading your legs, to wedge himself in between. Rather than going for your plump lips, Mitsuya dips his head low, licking, and sucking, and biting at the soft skin of your neck, pulling moan after moan from your lips, now smeared with the remnants of your ruby lipstick. You tangle fingers in his streaked tresses, and tug softly, groaning his name. You knew the rules, and you were sure Draken had laid them out explicitly, and yet, here Mitsuya was, leaving red, love bites all down the column of your throat and over your clavicle.

“You’re...you’re not supposed to.” you whine, arching your hips into his growing hard on as he continues to trail into the low cut neckline of your dress to suckle at the fat of your breasts.

“Don’t care.” Mitsuya pants. He loved bruises. He loved leaving girls marked up to prove that they belonged to him. “You’re mine too.” Draken was similar in that way. You’d spent many a morning with a makeup sponge dotting cover up over purple splotches left behind by your usually territorial boyfriend. Men, and their need to leave behind proof that they had made someone cum. Neck thoroughly nipped and suckled, Mitsuya stands, wiping saliva from his mouth and offering his hand to you.

His bedroom is spotless, though the area where he does his sewing is a disaster, with a large embroidery machine sitting atop a desk, next to a smaller sewing machine. Mitsuya kicks the door shut behind him, and instantly, he’s on you, tugging your dress up and over your head. He takes you in, eyes wandering up and down your body like an animal about to eviscerate its prey. With a pointed nudge, you lay backwards, flopping against the bed. Mitsuya slips a finger into the waistband of your panties before he yanks them down. He can tell, by the large dark spot that you’re just as horny for him, as he is for you, and that only spurs him on.

Down on his knees and face to face with the slick petals of your pussy, he licks his lips, and hikes your legs over his shoulders. A sweet coo of Suya from your lips only spurs him on, as he leans forward and slurps your clit into his mouth. Your head tilts backwards, as liquid pleasure starts to rush through your veins, and you lift your hips to meet his lips with a groan.

“No no, patience.” he mumbles, turning his head to sink his teeth into the fat of your thighs as punishment for your squirming. Everytime you lift your hips, trying to get just a little more friction against your clit, he pulls away, leaving reddening marks along the cusps of your thighs for Draken to find tomorrow.

He sits back to admire his handiwork, a smear of your juices coating his lips and chin that makes you squirm. Mitsuya stands and sheds his shirt, pants, and boxers. You watch his cock spring free. Mitsuya is not nearly as long as Draken, but what he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth and…

“A piercing?” You wonder aloud, making another charming smile split his face. There are three bar shaped piercings along the bottom of his cock, that only make you wetter.

“Mhmm. Got it a year ago.” He hums simply, eyes flickering towards his nightstand. “You on the pill?” The idea of sending you home to Draken full of his cum makes his eyes flutter closed for a moment. “I’m clean.”

You bob your head in affirmation, unable to tear your eyes away from the silver piercings, glinting when they catch the light. With a grin, he reaches down to grip his cock, fingers dancing over the silver metal protruding from his skin. “Like what you see?” He teases, though there is a good natured lilt to his voice that makes your already intense blush, darken.

Pressing a hand to your shoulder to get you to recline, Mitsuya slides a single finger up and down your sex, watching at your slick gathers along the pad of his pointer finger. He hums, head tilted just slightly, analyzing you, before he suddenly plunges two fingers into your pussy, quickly, watching as your body arches and twitches. You gasp, breath stuttering out in surprise.

“S-Suya!” You croon, head pushed backwards. With the way he’d been eating you out, you were already on the verge of cumming, and he knew that. Mitsuya says nothing, as he fucks you with two fingers, and curls them, so the pads press just along the spongy part inside of you that makes you see stars. Harsh pants push past your lips as you circle your own hickie dotted breast to find your nipple.

“Need a little more?” He asks, ever so willing to give, as he swats your hand away, and twists your nipple roughly between his fingers. When he tugs, in time with a direct brush to your g spot, the band in your belly snaps, and you gush around his digits, whining and squirming as your orgasm rushes over you, like a tidal wave. “Atta girl...good girl.” Mitsuya coos, listening to the noisy squelch as he fucks you through your orgasm. He scissors his fingers, making sure you’re stretched enough to take a dick, fatter than the one that had been fucking you for the last 6 months. You shudder from the term of endearment, chest heaving as you suck in quick breaths. He pulls his fingers slowly from your cunt, enjoying the soft pop from how tight you are. A hum leaves his lips as he suckles your essence from his fingers, pleased with the taste. Next time, he’d have to make you cum on his tongue instead.

Mitsuya is slow, and calculated, as he grips his cock his his hand, and folds your legs towards your chest. Draken didn’t brag about his sexual conquests the way Mikey and Baji usually did. He’d never once heard about how tight, or wet, your pussy was, and now, he understood why. The way your walls tensed, as he slowly pushed into you was driving him insane. You cursed under your breath, light, breathy whines filtering between soft pants of fuck and shit. Each little bulge of a piercing drags along your insides, giving you a layer of pleasure that rockets you way too close to cumming.. Mitsuya shushes you holding your calves in his hands, as he finally bottoms out.

“Are you okay?” he asks, sweet and caring in a way that makes your heart flutter, and your pussy clench around him. “Is this position painful?” Draken had a habit of taking your small body and bending it whichever way he wanted while he was fucking you, causing you to become very flexible, very quickly.

“Mmmm okay.” You slur back, squirming a little. “Fuck me. Please. ‘m yours.” Hearing it said aloud, really makes Mitsuya groan.

“You bet your ass you are.” He huffs, pulling his hips away from you, and leaving you empty, before he slides back in, watching your lips part in a silent moan. Taking his time, Mitsuya builds the speed of his thrusts, alternating between rough, quick rolls of his hips, with a slowed push of his cock inside of you, filling you up and emptying you over and over again, to a symphony of your sweet mewls and moans.

“Whose are you?” he asks, voice dropped low with arousal as he fucks you a little quicker. When you ramble, struggling to form a sentence from the impending orgasm blocking your brain from working, Mitsuya slaps your ass, hard. Immediately you suck in a gasp, nails digging into the sheets and toes curling. Draken was afraid of his own strength sometimes, so he avoided giving you any excess pain unless you begged, but the pleasure merging with the pain of the spank on your ass goes straight to your aching clit.

“M-Mitsu.” You whimper, over the obscene sounds of your slick coating his cock.

“Can’t hear you. Whose are you?” he asks again, spanking your ass harder, sure that he’s going to leave red handprints in his wake.

“Mitsuya’s. Yours. Yours, daddy.” You ramble, trailing off into a slew of random syllables as your velvety walls start to clench. Two more quick thrusts, and your climax races up your spine, shooting down your limbs and making you tremble. Breathless and whiny, you barely get out a high pitched Suya, as you cream around him, leaving a ring of pale white cream gathering at the base everytime he pushes into you again, fucking you through it.

“That’s it. You’re mine. Oh fuck, you’re mine.” He chants, between grunts, pausing to pin you to the mattress, as your eyes flutter. He cums, shooting rope after rope of white hot cum inside of your pussy. A bit of it squelches out of you, as he fucks it closer to your cervix, over and over again, riding out his own orgasm. The two of you pant together, sweaty and exhausted, as he releases your legs and lets them flop down bonelessly onto the mattress.

Untangling from one another is a slow endeavor, but once you’re separated, you both tiredly wobble off to the shower, where Mitsuya can see the marks he left behind already starting to darken, as he scrubs you from head to toe in lavender scented body wash. The two of you cuddle up together, your face pressed against his bare chest, as you inhale the scent of body wash and his natural, deep musk. Mitsuya lulls you off to sleep, as he pets your hair, and hums softly. He only allows himself to slip into unconsciousness when he hears soft little snores coming from your parted lips. In the morning, you take in the splotches and bite marks between your legs and along your neck. Since your make up was still at home and you hadn’t remembered to pack an overnight bag, you’d have to go to the meeting to meet back up with Draken with very obvious hickies on your neck, chest and thighs, but Mitsuya didn’t seem all that worried about it. He lent you a pair of his sweats (though way too big) and a hoodie, and helped you onto his bike with a kind smile, very chipper, despite the fact that he was going to turn you over to your other boyfriend, very bruised.

Your cheeks reddened as you strolled into the Toman hideout. Baji noticed you first, and lifted a hand to wave at you, only to pause when he spotted Mitsuya behind you, and the dark marks on your neck. Mikey looks up, but says nothing, a knowing little grin playing on his face, when Mitsuya sits, and you plop yourself onto his lap. When Draken enters, his dark eyes roam over you from head to toes. Immediately, a dark eyebrow arches, but he says nothing. Instead, he sits next to Mikey, and raises a finger to becon you over to him, where you take your normal seat in his lap. A hand finds purchase on your hip, sliding down to cup your ass cheek, though he is surprised when you jolt in pain. Again, he says nothing, face just as flat as when he’d strolled in. For the entire meeting, he keeps a large hand on your ass cheek, eyes occasionally flickering over to Mitsuya. As the meeting disbands, and the table empties, Draken stares directly at Mitsuya and asks him to stay over. Baji and Mikey just about run out with Smiley and Takemichi close behind, their loud whispers diminishing as they rush out to gossip like teenagers.

Draken tilts your head, pulling the hood off to expose the bruised skin of your neck. “Do you know what don’t means?.” Draken huffs, a thumb trailing over a dark love bite. “I can get you a dictionary if that would help you understand what don’t damage her means.”

“Well, if we’re going to share, I feel it’s only fair that I get my stake in this too, and I’d like to have the freedom to mark her as much as I please.” You feel the way Draken tenses. Had Mitsuya pushed him too far? Instead, he makes you stand, and yanks the baggy sweats down , gesturing to your red ass cheeks. You gasp and blush, shooting a glare up at your boyfriend for his behavior. “And this?”

“She needed a little something to wake her up.” he explains with a shrug. For a moment, they stare at each other down, before Draken turns to look you in the eye.

“Did you like being marked by Mitsuya?” You cock your head at Draken and nod, glare falling into a look of confusion.

“It was...really nice.” You admit, rubbing your thighs together to give yourself a little bit of friction. Draken sighs softly, cupping your cheek. If you wanted it, he couldn’t forbid it. He’d do anything for you, including letting Mitsuya bite and spank you. Even if it did rub him the wrong way.

“Fine. You can….mark her. But you need to use a safe word from now on.” He had an odd fear of you getting hurt during sex, and had created a safe word with you the first time the two of you had sex. Mitsuya finds it adorable how quick Draken is to bend to your will, without you even needing to bed. “Now get out.” He huffs, aware that the conversation is turning you on, with a plan to alleviate that problem, right here, right now, with your back flat against the hideout table.

“See ya later, pretty girl.” Mitsuya hums with a playful little wink that serves to make your face turn scarlet. The blush only makes him grin harder as he heads out, satiated, and maybe in love with more than just you.

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I am deeply reminded how Izuku owns me♥️ ugh I love him.

mirror, mirror; izuku midoriya x reader

bakugou only goes for experienced girls. izuku offers to help you out.

tw: smut, fingering, mirror sex, pro-hero fuckboy!izuku takes your virginity (but is lowkey whipped for you💖💖)

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a party rages on outside, yet you’re sitting alone in an empty bedroom, dread churning in your stomach.

suddenly, the door swings open.

warm yellow light floods through the darkness, causing you to yelp in surprise; you shrink back onto the bed, nervously peering up at whoever’s entered.

“oh.” your shoulders relax. “it’s you.”

izuku steps into the room, gently closing the door behind him. “are you okay? i noticed you were missing.”

“i- i’m fine.”

“you don’t look fine. want to talk about it?”

you’re not that close to izuku. you’d usually never tell him your deepest, most embarrassing secret. but maybe it’s the alcohol; maybe it’s the gentle tone of his voice; the way he sounds so genuine as he sits down on the covers next to you.

you find yourself whispering, “you’re going to laugh at me.”

“promise i won't.”

“alright, so...,” you take a deep breath. “i like this guy.”

izuku stares at you evenly. “okay.”

“he’s strong, and sweet, and everyone loves him. but... he's so out of my league. and he’s been with a lot of girls.”

izuku moves imperceptibly closer to you; you can feel the heat radiating off his broad frame as he slowly moves a hand atop your thigh.

“go on,” he murmurs.

“i just overheard mina saying that he only goes for experienced girls, and- izuku, i haven’t done anything. i’ve only ever kissed a few guys, fingered myself alone. i don’t know how to give head or have sex or- god, i haven’t even orgasmed before.”

you can barely look izuku in the eye, cheeks burning with mortification at your sudden outburst. but he’s watching you so intensely, thumb rubbing circles into your bare knee.

“he doesn’t care,” he says in an impossibly soft tone. “i swear.”

you’re not really sure why izuku’s getting closer- maybe he’s trying to comfort you? but you glumly respond, “no, he does.”

“he wouldn’t, because he’s liked you for an eternity.”

your eyes widen. “wait. katsuki likes me back?”

izuku- who was leaning in- goes completely still.

an uncomfortable silence hangs in the air.

“kacchan.” he finally utters. “you like... kacchan.”

“yeah, i thought you knew. you said he liked-,”

“no.” izuku tears his hand away, jaw working as he stares at the wall. “i thought you were talking about someone else.”

you’re watching him confusedly, wondering where his sudden change in mood came from.

and then you finally put two and two together.

“it is embarrassing,” you mumble. “you’re too nice to say that katsuki would never be interested in me.”

izuku whips around to look at you, eyes wide. “what? i didn’t-,”

“it’s fine, i already knew. he has a reputation. if i don’t live up to his standards, he’ll never want me.”

“that’s not true.”

“i mean, his last ex was a supermodel. there’s no reason he’d waste his time with me, i have nothing to offer-,”

izuku cuts you off. “if you’re that worried, then use me as practice.”

you look up at him in utter shock. silence hangs in the air for several tense moments as he intently stares down at you.

“wait, wh-what?” you finally squawk.

“why do you sound so skeptical?”

“because... you’re...,”

you’re izuku. perfect, handsome izuku midoriya, who’s the unattainable number one pro-hero of japan. you’ve heard the stories from mina and ochako: despite his kindhearted nature, izuku is an absolute player.

there have been countless women who’ve been misled into thinking he’s a nice guy and had their hearts broken.

you squashed your crush ages ago for that very reason. at least katsuki dates. izuku makes girls fall in love and leaves them on read.

“i don’t want to waste your time,” you mumble. “i’m r-really not good at this, izuku, and you’ve probably had better-,”

“enough.” izuku pulls you into his lap until you’re straddling him, legs resting on each side of his thick thighs. hot embarrassment rushes through you; you have to look away, face burning, as he places his hands on your hips.

“if you want to,” he murmurs. “i’d be lucky to have you.”

“okay.” you’re still too mortified to look him in the eyes. “i d-don’t really know what to do.”

“i’ll show you. is that alright?”

“yeah.”

and then izuku gently maneuvers you to the edge of the bed, your body still in his lap as he settles in front of the mirror. the sight makes you flush: your pretty little dress pooling over his thighs, just a hint of pink lace visible underneath; his large, scarred hands swallowing your waist; the warmth in his forest-green eyes as he nuzzles his lips in your hair.

“we’ll go slow,” he murmurs. “first, i’m going to open you up, okay?”

“can we turn the lights off?” you plead, and receive a rebuking look in return.

“you need to watch carefully, yeah? otherwise how’re you going to learn?”

“you’re right. sorry...,”

izuku pulls back your dress, fully revealing your delicate underwear. exhilaration whips through your body as he curls a finger over your clothed slit, pausing at your clit to rub slow circles.

“see where i’m touching?” he whispers. “when i crook up my finger here-,”

“ah,” you moan, grinding against his lap.

“-it’s where you’re most sensitive. remember that.”

you’ve touched yourself, but it’s never felt like this before. izuku’s deft, purposeful movements leave trails of pleasure in their wake, causing arousal to bubble hot in your core.

by the time he finally drags down your panties, removing the fabric barrier between your skin, you’re already drenched.

“is this okay?” izuku whispers. the tip of his index finger is positioned against your slit.

“keep going.”

it hurts a little when he inches inside, painfully stretching out your walls. his digits are longer and thicker than yours, so he’s reaching places deeper than you’ve ever felt.

“keep breathing, baby,” he murmurs, lightly pumping in and out. “i know it hurts, but it’ll feel good soon, okay?”

and you knew you could trust izuku, because soon your head’s filled with clouds, neck arched against his shoulder as his digits curl into your pussy.

he’s a fast learner; his fingers are angling up into that spongy spot that sparks stars in your vision, sending waves of euphoria flooding through your body. moans of pleasure tumble from your lips as the lewd squelching of his fingers in your slick fills the air.

“look at you,” izuku rasps. his dark eyes are hungrily fixated on the mirror. you both look so lewd in the reflection; everything from your dazed, fucked-out expression, the intensity of izuku’s gaze, the way your cunt is swallowing up his large fingers.

it’s almost a beautiful vision: a shaking, moaning mess held together by firm arms wrapped around your waist. you’re hypnotized by the way his gold rolex glints against your skin.

“don’t stop- feels so good,” you gasp. “just like that.”

“yeah? want me to keep going?”

“yeah- ‘m so close- going to-,”

izuku abruptly pulls out of you.

“no!” you cry, hands clutching at his wrist. you’re desperately grinding against his palm, trying to get him to continue- but izuku doesn’t relent.

“i taught you,” he calmly says. “now you finish.”

“i- please, izu, can you just-,”

but one glance at his raised eyebrows in the mirror shuts you up. shaking, you attempt to slide your fingers inside- but it’s not working, no matter how you try to replicate his movements, you’re too sloppy, too small to hit the spots he was.

your desperation grows until you’re nearly sobbing, tears pricking at your eyes as you beseechingly gaze up at him in the mirror.

“please,” you hiccup. “i just can’t do it like you.”

“i see.”

his cool tone makes your shame burn even hotter. “i’m sorry, i’m really sorry, i need you-,”

“oh, do you really?”

“yes! i’ve just- never felt like this before, you make me feel- so good-,”

“mhm.” and giddy relief seizes your chest as he moves back to your slit, thumb pressing against your aching clit.

“i wanna come all over your fingers,” you breathe. “wanna do it for you.”

if izuku was making you feel good before, he’s absolutely drowning your senses in ecstasy now. his palm slaps against your wet cunt as he pistons into you, a terrifying fire blazing in his eyes.

it takes your breath away with how determined he is; no one’s ever looked so hellbent on having you, let alone izuku fucking midoriya.

you’re a fucking goner in a matter of minutes, hands clutching at his wrist as you come with breathy wails. it’s messy- clear liquid gushing from your pussy and nails scrabbling into his skin- but it’s absolutely euphoric.

“christ,” izuku says in wonder, gazing down at his slick-covered hand. “well done.”

you’re trembling as you slump against his chest, hands fisting at his neat button-down.

“izu,” you say in a small voice. “want you to take my virginity.”

silence hangs in the air; you gaze up at him underneath teary lashes, absorbing the stunned look on his face.

“are you sure?” he murmurs.

“definitely.”

fear skitters through your nerves as izuku unzips his pants, pulls out his large, veined cock. sex looks so easy in porn- but now that you’re staring it in the face, you’re wondering how in the hell it’s going to fit. he’s going to break you- you won’t be able to take it- you’re going to ruin the night for izuku and he’ll never-

“hey.”

izuku gently cups your face in his hands, presses his forehead against yours.

“i can see your mind going,” he whispers. “we don’t have to do this.”

“no, i want to- but i’m scared.”

“angel.” izuku presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “do you trust me?”

“of course,” you respond without hesitation.

“then let me take care of you.”

and as he spreads you wide, splits you in two with his thick length; as he slowly pushes his swollen head through your warmth, cock scraping against your gummy walls inch-by-inch; you can’t help but feel so happy it’s him. you could only be this comfortable under izuku, clutching onto his arms as he kisses your tears away.

“hey- focus on me,” he whispers as he bottoms out within you. “you did it, baby, you took me so well. so beautiful, i could watch you all day.”

“hurts,” you shakily whimper.

“wanna see?” izuku tilts his head, nodding towards the mirror. slowly, you follow his gaze.

the sight makes your eyes widen.

you’re sprawled out on the sheets, body entangled between his. it all looks so breathtakingly intimate: you are bared so vulnerably to him, and he is holding you safe in his arms.

your arousal begins to ebb away the pain; a shudder runs through izuku as your pussy flutters around his length. he’s trembling- he knows he must be patient, even though he wants to fold you in half and make you his- but he wants to do it right. wants you to feel pleasure above himself.

when you finally whisper, “i’m ready,” izuku’s relief is visible.

he’s moving, slow and steady as to not overwhelm you. soft whimpers fall from your lips as he fucks into you, cock brushing your cervix with every thrust. you swear you can feel him in your stomach, lips agape as you mindlessly moan his name.

you’ve never felt so close to anyone like this; never had anyone explore your depths so wholly, gaze down at you like you’re the brightest star in the sky. every snap of his hips sends your mind spinning.

“you feel- better than i ever imagined,” he pants. “this pussy was made for me.”

“m’yours, all yours,” you gasp. your legs are locked around his waist, arms clutching onto his firm biceps. he’s fucking you like he wants to prove a point- deep, powerful thrusts that make your toes curl.

“that’s right- you’re mine.” izuku coaxes up your thighs, hooks your knees atop his shoulders. “thought about this for- fucking forever.”

“wh... what?”

but izuku starts moving even faster and your mind goes blank. high-pitched keening reverberates from your throat as he slides in and out of your dripping cunt, heavy balls smacking your ass.

if it wasn’t for his firm arms gripping your legs, you would’ve collapsed an eternity ago; but for now, you’re clinging on, body ascending higher and higher into ecstasy as he plows you into the sheets.

a white-hot coil of tension is curling up in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with every push.

“‘m gonna come,” you gasp. “more- keep going-,”

“fall apart for me, angel, c’mon,” izuku growls. “it’s only the beginning, ‘m gonna take you in every way i can.”

“use me- just wanna be your sl- sl-,”

“my slut?” his grin widens. “am i already corrupting you, sweetheart?”

“maybe...”

and it’s the way he looks so fucking devoted- face shining as he smiles down at you- that tips you over the edge. wildly convulsing as pleasure crashes through your body. you’re floating, mindlessly drifting through the clouds as euphoria numbs out your feelings.

you distantly feel izuku releasing inside you as well, painting your walls with ropes of pearly-white- but the moment he pulls you into his arms, nestling your head under his chin, everything else ceases to matter.

“was it okay?” he softly asks, finally breaking the silence.

“izuku.” you gently look up at him. “thank you.”

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if yall want a part 2/want to be tagged lmk :o

this was inspired by me being a virgin with no sexual experience. fun fact: the first time i orgasmed was last november, when i bought my first vibrator and read “thin walls” by rat-zuki. it was a pivotal moment in the rubiverse. i hope she doesnt see this smh

another fun fact: i didnt know where my vagina was until freshman year of college. i thought your labia was your vagina. i was informed of this while eating kolaches outside the SAT prep academy i went to in high school. shoutout texas for your amazing incredible sex ed <3

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#this is so good. #the end notes made me fuckin giggle though #sin #smut #honest to god i want him

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Sweet Torture

Purely self indulgent

Synopsis: In which you edge your husband so he can empty his fat breeder balls inside your wanting womb. But you might have bitten off a little more than you can chew.

Thank you @endeavours-firey-pubes for allowing me to torment you to get this written :). Love you 😘

The tight grip he had on your thighs was bruising, soft whimpers slipping past his lips as he looked up at you pleadingly. You only let out a soft tut, prying his hot hands from your supple flesh and tying him to the (semi) sturdy headboard that you’d purchased.

“If you’re a very, very good boy, then I might let you cum inside of me. But you have to be obedient,” you instructed.

You even went so far as to put a decent sized piece of tape over his plump lips to keep him from speaking. You had nerves and will of steel, but even you couldn’t deny how his filthy words made you want to melt.

You took your time prepping him, giving small kitten licks and slow strokes with your hand to his impossibly hard cock that was already leaking precum heavily. It was entirely unnecessary, but you preened at the way he tried to squirm away, a pained look on his face from being blue-balled for over two months.

Was it evil? Perhaps, but the pathetic whimpers and whines coming from your husband only fanned the flames of your sadism more. You wanted to see him cry; the thought of it made you ache, made you leak and rub your thighs together as you looked up at his pitiful face. The poor man looked ready to burst into tears, and the evil, sadistic, and goading part of you wanted to see it happen.

You wanted to bully him…just a little. Tease him, just like he teased you when he got you worked up and then took his time helping you find release. Payback's a bitch, right? It’s not like you hadn’t warned him that one day it would come. It’s his fault for not believing you.

Your hand moved over his length languidly, a small smirk gracing your lips as you watched him squirm. He looked so…pitiful. You almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

Your hard started to move a little faster and you heard the sound of a whimper start, the sound being masked by the piece of tape over his mouth. Oh no…that just wouldn’t do.

You wanted, no, needed to hear every single piteous whimper and whine that he let out. So you reached and removed the tape gently, never stopping the motion of your other hand. He moaned, hips lifting so your hand wouldn’t leave him for him.

He was writhing, eyes rolling back in his head; his moans increasing in pitch as you brought him closer to release.

Only for you to stop.

Pull away from him with the most satisfied and evil smirk he swore he’d seen in his life. His cock jumped against his abdomen and he squirmed harshly with a loud whine.

“Baby, please!”

You shushed him with a gentle peck on the lips as you moved to straddle his hips. He was probably in a bit of pain; his balls looked so…full, heavy…swollen. Just how you wanted them, and you were going to make sure to ride him until he drained them inside of you fully.

“Please untie me…I wanna touch you,” he muttered, tugging on his restraints as you slid down on him.

You almost felt sorry; really, he looked like he was about to cry, but you couldn’t help the smile of satisfaction that crossed your face when his eyes crossed and rolled back as you began to bounce on his cock.

“You don’t get to touch. Just sit back and relax handsome,” you cooed, rolling your hips.

Your teasing nature flew out the window as he stretched you open; the sloppy sound of your soaking pussy taking him over and over again filling the room alongside both of your moans. His had the most beautiful hint of desperation, a sound that you could easily find yourself getting addicted to.

“I promise I’ll be a good boy. I won’t do anything, I promise I won’t. I just wanna touch you…need to touch you mommy, please!!”

“No, now hush and be a good boy. Mommy will tell you when you can cum. That’s what you want, yeah? You want to empty your balls in mommy’s tight pussy? You need it don’t you? Mommy’s been so mean to you,” you cooed meanly.

He glared, his jaw flexing slightly as his eyes narrowed into a hard glare. He really thought he could win. You could feel him tensing up, trying to hold out as long as possible as you started riding him faster and harder. The only problem was the dull ache in your legs starting to set in. You couldn’t keep this up for much longer and you knew how stubborn and defiant he could be.

“You’re gonna have to untie me eventually,” he snarked, letting a small smirk of his own grace his stupidly full lips. “And when you do…ha…I’m running through your shit like you stole something.”

It was cute how he thought threats would break you. Yes, your legs ached. They were tired, but he’d have to do better than that to get you to release him. You’d waited too long to do this, there was no way you would let him off that easily.

“You know I’ll fuck you better without these goddamn restraints. I’ll give you what you need, yeah? Pound that little pussy like you want?” He muttered, rolling his hips up to start fucking into you. The angle was almost too much and it made you tumble forward into his chest. “Come on mamas, you know you want it. Let me fuck you deep like you need. Your pussy is being so honest and you’re trying to fight it, but I know that’s what you need. I’ll make you feel so fuckin good baby. Let me loose.”

You hated the fact that he was right. You hated the fact that you could feel your resolve slipping. You hated the fact that you made the decision to untie him. Or did you? Honestly, at this point you didn’t care.

Not when you were flipped so quickly and violently, you face shoved into the sheets before your husband slid into your leaking and creaming cunt. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair, tugging from the root as he started fucking you. You couldn’t even scream.

It was hard. It was deep. Not fast but not achingly slow either. Just enough to have you breathless and creaming more, making a mess of his cock, his thighs…the sheets…

You felt his warm and wet tongue slide up your spine slowly…and you broke. You felt him convulse behind you, a deep moan slipping past his lips as he felt your walls massaging his cock.

“Oh fuck…keep going mamas, keep cummin' all over that dick. Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good. Such a good girl,” he spewed, thighs shaking as he tried to hold himself back. Your orgasm made it easier for him to slide deeper and he groaned, rolling his shoulders as he felt his toes curl. “Baby, can I cum? Fuck…please, I need to cum. Wanna fill you up mamas…”

Your slight nod was all he needed. He didn’t even wait for you to open your mouth as he all but mounted you, fucking into you harshly. His hand in your hair helped him hold your head up; he wanted to see your eyes roll back in your head, wanted to see how you drooled as you were fucked open.

Bred.

It’s what you wanted wasn’t it? He remembers when you first mentioned it. He’d snorted and brushed it off, because there was no way you could be serious.

‘I wanna edge you to the point you have nice fat breeder balls. And then you’re gonna empty them in my womb. I won’t even take a plan b. I accept full consequence for my actions.’

‘Stop fuckin’ around,’ he’d said.

But look where you are now, almost two months into your edging game. Jerking him off and stopping when he got close. Sucking him off until you felt him begin to fuck into your mouth. Making him watch you fuck yourself on the toy you’d gotten in the shape and size of him.

It was torture and he was taking it out on your utterly abused pussy.

There was the sound of a low snarl…a growling moan and then a loud keen as he came feeling you cum around him again at how primal it had become. You could feel his balls jerking as they were emptied inside of you, and you felt him push even closer to make sure none dripped out.

“One,” he mumbled, his voice low and deep, laced with arousal; you realized he was indicating his orgasm. “I probably have about five or six more in me before I’m done with you.”

*In actuality, it was eight. You were boneless, limp and bulging by the time you were done; your man having pulled at least 40 (you lost count) orgasms from you several different ways. You’d definitely be trying this again.*

#now Lei put their whole foot in this #yall better appreciate it #smut #sin #Its so good. i swear

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NOW RUBI YOU REALLY PUT YOUR WHOLE PUSSY IN THIS

thinking about high school sweetheart!yuuji.

tw: car sex, mutual masturbation, yuuji is a firefighter who could pick you up with one hand😘✌️

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it’s been five years since you graduated from high school, yet you’re still trembling like a baby in the restaurant bathroom.

“alright. you can do this.” you slam your hands on the counter, glare at yourself in the mirror. “it’s just a stupid high school reunion. you’re hotter than all these losers. and more successful. and you had front-row seats to a pitbull concert once.”

okay, they weren’t front-row seats. but you need all the hyping up you can get. because you’re not just here to see old friends, or eat greasy breadsticks.

you’re here to show all your old classmates that you’re way cooler than you were in high school. back then, you were an uptight nerd who could barely tell a straightener from a curling iron. but look at you now! dyed hair and a hot bod and clothes straight off the covers of Vogue.

and there’s one guy in particular you want to crush under your stilettoed heels.

“oh my god,” miwa gushes as you stride towards the table. “you look amazing!”

“damn, maybe i should move to the big city, too,” nobara snorts.

“you’re too kind,” you chuckle. “aoi, you got buffer? didn’t think that was possible.”

the hulking man bellows with laughter. “of course! haven’t you heard? i’m competing in the heavyweight boxing division this fall! actually, yuuji’s been training with me..,”

you go still. the sound of his name makes you tune out the rest of aoi’s sentence, fixating on your most coveted fear.

“speaking of yuuji, where is he?” maki asks, placing a forkful of salad in her mouth.

aoi scratches his head. “to tell you the truth, i’m not sure if my best friend is coming. he didn’t give me an answer when i-,”

and then his black eyes comedically widen.

“ah, there he is!”

your heart drops to your stomach.

yuuji looks as radiant as the day you met him, thick strawberry hair and high cheekbones and that bright, glowing grin. all that training he’s done with aoi has definitely been paying off, because his body’s strapped with muscle, black Fire Dept tshirt stretched out over his chest. you heard through the grapevine (definitely not by stalking his instagram at 3 am) that he started working as a firefighter right after graduation.

his chocolate-brown eyes catch yours. the smile on his face dims.

you have to look away, swallowing.

“you’re always late,” megumi grumbles as yuuji takes the seat next to him.

“sorry, i had to work overtime today,” yuuji sheepishly responds. “i’ve had way more paperwork to do lately.”

“yeah, since you got promoted!” nobara socks him in the arm, causing yuuji to yelp in surprise. “everyone, give it up for our new lieutenant firefighter!”

“ah, nobara, you’re embarrassing me.”

“now all you need is a girlfriend,” mei snickers.

you drain your glass of pinot noir in one go. the gesture does not go unnoticed by yuuji.

and all of a sudden, you wish you hadn’t attended the reunion. as your old classmates playfully joke around with each other, talking with such familiarity, you’re hit with a jarring sense of loneliness. you thought you’d made the right decision by leaving your town after graduation, swearing you’d never be one of those people who stayed in the same place for the rest of their lives.

but now you feel utterly disconnected from your home.

you make it to the entree course unnoticed until momo shouts to you across the table. “hey! you’re never this quiet. what’s wrong?”

everyone at the table turns to stare at you- including yuuji. your face heats up.

“i’m fine.” you force a laugh. “just tired.”

“tell us more about the big city! must be awesome, huh?”

“yeah, it’s... it’s great. lots of stuff to do. i love it so much. definitely... don’t regret moving.”

the discomfort in the air is so palpable you want to cringe. holy shit, that was the most unconvincing, embarrassing statement you could’ve made. miwa tries to salvage the situation by rambling about a trip she took to tokyo once- “maybe i should move somewhere else one day!”- but the damage has already been done. you determinedly stare into your bowl for the rest of dinner.

you sit on the steps of the restaurant long after everyone’s left, waiting for your uber to arrive.

damn these long wait times, you curse- but you suppose that’s what happens when you’re all the way out in the suburbs. your fingers idly play with the hem of your dress as you try not to think about how miserable you are.

and then someone quietly says, “hey.”

you look up in dread.

yuuji’s standing next to your hunched-over figure, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. a set of keys hangs from his fingers.

“let me give you a ride home.”

“no thanks,” you mutter. “my car’s almost here.”

“i can’t let you sit here alone at night.”

rolling your eyes, you snap, “oh, of course. the trademark itadori yuuji chivalry.”

the moment the words leave your lips you regret it; you’re always such a bitch to him, so rude and scathing and this is exactly why you both ended things. the light in yuuji’s eyes dims, but he doesn’t relent.

“come on,” he utters.

your guilt overpowers your common sense and you follow him to his Porsche.

“nice car,” you lamely comment.

“it was a personal project. bought it for dirt-cheap. now it runs like a top.”

“wow, you’re a firefighter and a mechanic? what can’t you do?” you joke as you slide into the passenger seat.

he gives you a wry smile. “lots of things, apparently.”

the drive back to your parents' house is dead silent. you sink into the leather plush, your mind dwelling on tonight’s disappointing events without the distraction of conversation.

out of the corner of your eye, yuuji turns the steering wheel with a broad palm. veins snake up his forearm to his hand, leading to thick fingers that handle his car with ease.

your heart aches so badly but you can’t find the words to speak.

“you know,” yuuji says, gaze still focused on the road, “you were so eager to leave town. i thought you’d at least like the big city.”

“i do, okay?” you snap defensively. “i would’ve picked moving any day. are you going to stay in this town for the rest of your life?”

his jaw tightens. “i’m happy here.”

“you don’t know anything else! how can you be so complacent?”

all the sour memories from high school- the heated arguments, the cold shouldering, the way your heart twisted as you watched yuuji laugh with his friends, happy and cheerful and laughing with everyone except you- bubble up in your head.

so then you say something you probably shouldn’t.

“this is why we broke up.”

screech!

yuuji abruptly turns into an abandoned parking lot, ignoring your frightened shriek as he pulls up into an empty space and brakes so hard you jerk forward.

“what the hell?!” you shout. “are you insane-,”

“we broke up because you thought you were too good for me,” he utters. “you graduated and left me behind in the dust.”

“i asked if you wanted to come! and that’s not even the main reason why. we’re completely different- we’d never work.”

yuuji lowers his face to yours. “and why is that?”

you’re scowling as you close the gap.

“because i’m not a loser who peaked in high school. i want more from life.”

it’s been five years but nothing’s changed- you make an inflammatory comment designed to rile him up, his warm chocolate eyes darken, and the next thing you know sweet yuuji is kissing you with a vicious intensity, hand closed over your neck.

it’s sloppy, rough, all sharp teeth and sticky spit. you don’t know what possess you to kiss him back- maybe it’s hatred, or frustration, or another feeling you don’t wish to identify- but you’re moving your lips against his with the intent to hurt him.

a throaty moan reverberates in your mouth as you try to move your hands in his soft pink hair- but yuuji’s having none of it. your seatbelt’s hastily removed, body lifted up with his mere arms and flung into the backseat. he really has gotten stronger, you dazedly think as your ex-boyfriend pins your legs underneath his, gripping your wrists above your head.

“you never have any problem getting wet for a loser who peaked in high school, yeah?” yuuji grinds his knee against your throbbing core, smirking at the choked gasp that tears from your throat. from this angle it’s so clear how much bigger than you he is; yuuji has always been strong, a rising football and track star, but he never loomed over you like this.

your smugness is slowly being replaced with trepidation, as you wonder what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into.

yuuji senses your nervousness, because the smile on his face widens. “aw, what’s wrong?” he cooes. “not so loud now, are ya?”

“even if i said anything, you probably wouldn’t understand, you stupid meathead- ah!”

pain and pleasure arc through your body as yuuji suckles down the delicate skin of your neck, leaving violent red hickies in his wake. the harder you writhe underneath him the more you’re grinding against his crotch, which is quickly hardening atop your thigh.

“yuu- ngh, fuck,” you mumble. your breasts spill out of your bodice as he yanks down your spaghetti straps.

“christ,” he swears. his gaze reverently trails down your body, from the galaxy of bruises he left on your throat to your pebbled nipples- until he’s staring at the lace panties under your ridden-up dress. you have to look away. no matter how furious you both are at each other, he’s always made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

“cute little thing got all dressed up to see me, hmm?” he gently traps a nipple between his teeth, chocolate eyes still focus on you. if your wrists still weren’t pinned down by his hand you’d be desperately ripping off his pants. “wanted to get my attention even after this long?”

“no,” you mumble. “i don’t care about you.”

“liar.”

shaky breaths leave your lips as yuuji sloppily moves to the other nipple, fingers coming up to tweak the other side.

“it’s not fair,” you hiccup. “you get to touch me, but i can’t do anything to you.”

“hmm, i’m enjoying this as it is, sweetheart.”

“yuu.”

yuuji moves back up your body, until his face is directly above yours again.

“admit that you miss me.”

a scoff reverberates from your throat. “like hell i will.”

but his stare is patient. as you stare into his eyes, your blustering facade slowly fades.

“tell me,” yuuji repeats, lips skimming over yours. “that you miss me. if you didn’t, it’s fine. we can end this right here.”

the tension in the car is almost unbearable. you stare at his plush black seats, torn between your pride and your desire.

and then finally, when he lets out an imperceptible sigh and begins to loosen his hold on your wrists, you whisper, “i miss you so much.”

yuuji freezes.

“i thought about you every single day after i moved,” you continue, gaze still averted. “i can’t tell you how many times i replayed our fights, and just- just thought about what a bitch i was to you. i’m the only one who makes you upset.”

your ex-boyfriend is still for a few moments.

then he utters, “that’s not true-,”

“it is. i-,” you swallow, trying to shove down the swell of emotion rising in your chest. “i was relieved when we broke up. because you’re nice and funny and incredible, and you deserve so much more than me.”

“is that what you really think?”

“i know it.”

and then yuuji’s cupping your cheeks, leaving the softest kisses on your lips, murmuring, “how could you say that, you’re the smartest, strongest girl i know, i thought i was just holding you back-,”

“you weren’t. you made me want to be a better person,” you whimper. you’re finally able to wrap your legs around his torso and pull him flush against you; to rub circles in his sweet-smelling hair as you earnestly kiss him back.

his shirt’s finally pulled off, revealing defined muscles built from years of firefighter work. your fingers ghost over the ridges of his chest, dip down over his tight abdominals.

he’s always been so out of your league.

“can i taste you?” you plead.

“let me go first.”

“no, i asked before you.”

of course there had to be some sort of argument; but unlike times past, both of you do what you’ve never done: compromise.

“mmm,” you moan against yuuji’s thick cock as his tongue inches through your walls. it’s almost impossible to concentrate as he works at your cunt, occasionally moving up to suck your clit.

“if it’s too hard, you can stop,” yuuji says in that sugary-sweet voice he knows will get you pissed. you glower at him over your shoulder- and then proceed to take his whole length in your mouth so abruptly he lets out a choked groan of, “oh, shit, sweetheart.”

you hollow out your cheeks as you bob up and down his length, tongue tracing the large vein on the underside of his cock. yuuji’s lapping at your juices with even more intensity now- he’s slurping and swallowing like he’s desperate to prove something, that competitive streak flaring even though you’re practically putty in his hands.

and that’s what spurs you on; the pleasure yuuji’s giving you makes you want him even more- fills you with an overwhelming need to have all of him. the taste of musky sweat and thick precum sit on your tongue as you swallow down his girthy cock, hands massaging his swollen balls. you’re happy your back is to him; otherwise he’d see the needy look on your face as you earnestly move against his shaft. the deep gagging sounds from your throat echo against the walls of his car.

“where- where did you learn- to do that?” yuuji’s punctuating his words with tender kisses on your pussy, alternating between tracing patterns with his tongue.

you plant large, wet kisses along his length. “what, thought i’d stay a clueless virgin forever?”

yuuji softly chuckles behind you. “i’d like you either way.”

it’s that intimacy that gets you; the soft lilt of his voice, the gentle way he spreads you open, laughing as he coaxes your foot around the headrest of the driver’s seat. you could only feel comfortable being so exposed with yuuji.

“breathe for me,” he murmurs, pushing his thick cockhead through your entrance. you’re desperately clutching onto him as pain shoots through your core, a burn slightly lessened by the dripping slick covering your pussy.

“you’re s-so big,” you gasp. his lips curl up into a smile; after he’s bottomed out inside you, his length pulsing against your gummy walls, he waits as you adjust to his size. your legs come together to wrap around his waist.

“yuu,” you breathe. “need you to move.”

and who would he be to deny you? cries of pleasure tumble from your lips as yuuji plows you into the leather seats, cock brushing your cervix with every thrust. he’s whispering in your ear- you can make out soft, missed you so muchs and most perfect girl in the worlds as he holds you close. it’s like he knows where the soft spots of your body are; the angles that’ll send stars sparking through your vision.

“whose is it?” he murmurs as he fucks into you.

you can’t respond, too overwhelmed by the dizzying sensation of his length dragging against your walls. but you’re grounded by yuuji’s hand gripping your face, fingers digging into your cheeks.

“i said, whose is it?”

“yours,” you sob. “s’all yours.”

“gonna forget it?”

“never, promise.”

“g-good.” yuuji slides his tongue past your lips, kisses you with an intensity that sends your head floating even higher amidst the clouds. “i’m yours, too. always.”

those quiet, devoted words are what throws you over the edge. your body wracks with pleasure as you scream his name, body trembling with mindless euphoria. and since it’s yuuji, the boy who has always unconditionally doted on you, the sight of you coming undone for him brings him to his release as well. ropes of thick semen spurt over your stomach, covering your skin in pearly-white.

it’s all so filthy; sweat and spit and release dripping over your body onto the clean black interior.

silence hangs in the air, punctuated only by you and yuuji’s soft panting. your mind is still in a state of post-orgasm bliss, jumbling all rational thoughts about what you just did and who you did it with.

yuuji’s limbs are still entangled with yours, his head buried in your shoulder and your arms wrapped around his torso. you can feel his heart thrumming against yours.

slowly, the fuzziness begins to ebb.

“hey,” yuuji murmurs into your skin. “when do you leave?”

“it was supposed to be tomorrow,” you rasp.

he goes still.

“i’m thinking of... pushing it back,” you slowly continue.

yuuji perks up, warm eyes meeting yours. that contagious grin is spreading across his face again.

“you should. don’t we have a lot to catch up on?”

—

....*refrains from making extremely jaded comments about high school sweethearts*

i would legit die for firefighter yuuji though. would put my entire life on the line for him. ohhh my god. also sorry this was my first time writing mutual masturbation i had to watch soo many xvideos clips bc i had no idea how it works.

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#yuuji smut #you had me at highschool sweetheart #ugh yes. yes i love it #smut

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izuku midoriya x fem! reader || genre: s m u t || wc: 7.7k

tags: uh- oral (both recieving/giving), face (throat?) fucking, fingering, overstimulation, slight degradation, little bit of dacryphilia, orgasm denial, dumbification, jealous deku mm, whore reader and deku, they’re 18+ when it gets spicy, can't remember what else

notes: thank you sm for 700 followers <3 was originally gonna post this for 500 but it just took me a while to finish, I got the whole inspo from this one song, I’ll link it so you can listen while reading :)

taglist: @unknownsubstance @softredrobin

It was a game you played, a childish one. Since your first year at UA, you and Izuku went back and forth at one upping each other when it came to partners and bodies.

The game began when you confessed your feelings to him during a game of 7 minutes in heaven, feelings he didn’t return or let down easily. He stood on the other side of the closet, arms crossed and staring at the door, impatiently waiting for the remainder of the time to pass. You’d been silently crying besides him, all he had responded with was a harsh “I don’t have time for pointless relationships” you were sure anyone outside could hear. When the turn ended, the ends of the bottle landed on you and Katsuki, who gladly took you into the closet and stole your first kiss. He had snuck a few grabs here and there which took your mind off your recent heartbreak.

On the other side of the door, Izuku had stood up and stomped to his room when he heard a thump on the door and giggling from you soon after. Now, Izuku could be mean but he wasn’t heartless. He just had trouble expressing his feelings, and by trouble, he was shit at it, maybe more than Katsuki. Always saying the opposite of what he means and actually wants to say. He also would take everything and subconsciously turn it into a competition (I mean, he is friends with Katsuki), except instead of competing with Katsuki for the number one spot, he was competing with you at a game of who could make the other jealous, more so, who would break first.

You were completely unaware of the game, taking his slight advances and touches to Ochaco as accidents, if you had even noticed them. It wasn’t until you received an anonymous message telling you there was a gift on your desk in your homeroom class that you had finally noticed. There was no gift. Only your brown-haired best friend seated atop your desk, the boy you confessed to only days before with his hands situated on her thighs as he kissed her while looking straight into your eyes.

That’s when the game began.

And when you realized you were a hell of a lot more competitive than the asshole you fell for.

You had returned the favor by going out with him and Katsuki’s friend group after being invited by Mina. During dinner, the movie, and the walk home, you continued making advances towards Katsuki and Kirishima when Izuku looked and only then. Kirishima had been too nice to shake you off, even when he actually had his eyes set on Mina (eventually you played wingwoman for him and got him the girl as an apology). Even though he tried to keep his face expressionless, his eyes always gave it away, and the frown he could never hide no matter how much he tried.

The two of you talked, dryly, but you never acknowledged the "game". Always for homework answers, questions about the lecture, a few flirty messages here and there, but never anything about the silent competition the both of you had going on.

Towards your second year, Izuku had actually asked Ochaco out, during lunch. Right in front of you. Being the supportive best friend you were, you congratulated her on her first relationship. Behind the scenes when she wasn’t around, Izuku would send you a few suggestive messages regarding his relationship with the brunette, implying things that would normally get you jealous if it weren’t for the sake of the game. You’d reply with something that sounded careless, when in reality you’d be nearly fuming that he didn’t choose you. Why not you? What did she have that you didn’t?

Their relationship was cut short when you had made out with Denki under the fireworks at a festival, clearly in Izuku’s view, and took him home with you that night. Although, he claimed the reason behind the breakup to be something along the lines of “needing to focus on training”. Technically, he never stated he was jealous, so the game continued.

For the remainder of the year, the two of you only went as far as kissing classmates in front of one another, it was something you were so used to, you didn’t bother to acknowledge when he did it anymore. He noticed and eventually asked Ochaco out again during your third year, seeing as Katsuki, who Ochaco currently had a crush on, wasn’t making a move because he had actually been focused on being a hero.

Until it came to you.

Sometime during your second semester of your third year at UA, most of your class decided to go camp for a weekend, Katsuki had been practically dragged there by Kirishima, they needed a ride. Yaomomo had bought tents that fit half a dozen people each, not all twelve people that went used them the entire night though.

Sometime during the middle of the night when almost everybody had been dead asleep, Izuku woke up and had to use the restroom. He made his way towards the boys’ room but slowed his steps when he noticed a car shaking just a few feet from his destination. Katsuki’s car. Izuku was never one to mind his own business. He would regret that.

The closer he got, the slower he walked until he noticed a familiar voice, muffled but familiar. It had been hard to tell with the fog growing on the windows, but it had been you, completely undressed and bouncing on an equally undressed Katsuki, who had his mouth latched onto your neck to keep himself from moaning out loud. A few quick moments later, Katsuki’s hand had found its way up and around your throat, squeezing and pushing your arched back onto the steering wheel as he fucked himself into you, chasing his release. Through a few clear spots on the window, you had noticed Izuku staring at your naked, fucked out figure and locked eyes with him as you moaned out Katsuki’s name. Izuku left as you squeezed your eyes shut and came on Katsuki’s lap.

Later that week, Ochaco had randomly knocked on the door to your dorm room, cutting your “study” session with Katsuki short. She apologized to the both of you before Katsuki made his way back to his room. For the next few hours she had cried to you over the greenette, explaining how he had broken up with her a few minutes prior. The worst part being that he had taken her virginity just the night before.

When she’d finally fallen asleep, you stormed over to his dorm and pounded on the door to demand he apologize to her, he had surprisingly been awake as if he had been waiting for you.

That night you found out that men can fake their orgasms too.

That same night, he pulled you into his room and pushed you against the door to close it shut. He had your head caged between his arms as he looked down at your lips and up at your eyes repeatedly before speaking up and breaking the silence.

“Say no,” he told you, licking his lips between phrases. “Just say no.” You didn’t speak up. You didn’t shake your head ‘No’.

Instead, you ran a hand up his torso towards his shoulder, earning a small ‘fuck’ from his pretty lips as he lowered his head to watch your hand slide across his body.

“Eyes,” you whispered, in an attempt to regain eye contact with him as you ran your hand from his shoulder to his wrist beside your head. He struggled to keep his eyes on yours as you lifted his hand and placed it around your neck, muttering a low ‘son of a fuck’ as you used your other hand to grab the back of his neck and pull it towards you until your lips met his.

It was slow at first, given it was your first time with each other, it was new. But the both of you were hungry. The kiss quickly turned sloppy when he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up against the door before turning around and throwing you onto his bed and climbing on top of you soon after pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it towards the floor.

It was wrong, considering that his ex, and your best friend, was fast asleep in your room on another floor. But you didn’t regret it. No, you’d never regret the night you’d seen and heard Izuku whimpering and moaning for you to let him come. Or the way he had your legs shaking and twitching tightly around his head, refusing to let up until your cheeks were stained with enough tears to satisfy him until the next time you found yourself under him.

After that one night, the both of you realized something. But neither of you would admit it before the other.

Katsuki and you never had anything serious going on, it was more of a way for the both of you to let off steam and built-up anger, yet even if he felt something for you stronger than sexual desire, he knew not to act on it. Everybody knew not to act on it.

With the way Izuku looked at you, it was an unspoken rule. It wasn't really jealous, there wasn’t anything to be seriously jealous about, it was just… possessiveness.

It was already enough that anybody could touch you, kiss you, fuck you, but god forbid anyone want to keep you. After seeing what Izuku was like during the war, nobody dared to go against him. You were oblivious to this since you were never interested in serious relationships, not after Izuku rejected you the first time. He liked it like this. He knew no one would take you from him, whether or not you were officially his.

For the remainder of the year, up until graduation, you’d find yourself under the training hero every other night with your legs draped over his shoulder as he fucked you into his mattress, giving you his fingers to suck and drool on to keep you from being loud. Or he’d find himself in your dorm, trying out whatever new thing you had your mind set on, whether it was tying him up or overstimulating him to tears, he always let you experiment with him, never questioning what you had in mind.

Fucking you, feeling your nails scratch against his back, hearing you say his name through broken moans and cries, looking up at him through half-lidded and lust-filled eyes, it was turning into a habit for him. For the both of you.

Izuku eventually found out he had to leave for America with All Might right after graduation, giving him no time to give you a proper goodbye. Instead of moping around that night, you called Shoto over to celebrate after Katsuki told you he was at a family dinner and couldn’t make it.

Never in your three years at UA did you do anything with Shoto past a quick make out session. You wouldn’t spend too much time wondering why you never went further with him, you couldn’t, not when he was holding your hands behind your back as he ruthlessly fucked you from behind, pushing your head down into the mountain of pillows while you gushed around him, over and over until he was satisfied. It wasn’t his intention to overstimulate you, but the way your pussy fluttered around him, sucking him back in as quickly as he pulled out. It was addicting and he couldn’t get enough, he ended up overstimulated as well. He’d been struggling to keep his legs from shaking as he hopped into the shower with you, where you sucked him off one last time (he’d started tearing up from the overstimulation but neither of you could tell) before the both of you made your way to your bed and passed out for the night.

Izuku would’ve never known. Keyword: would’ve.

The morning after, your phone had been ringing for almost half an hour before Shoto finally woke up, you’d still been fast asleep and using his arm as a pillow. He reached over and answered it in the middle of a yawn, not bothering to check the caller ID.

“What the fuck, y/n, I’ve been calling-” he was cut off when Shoto stopped yawning and spoke up, still oblivious to who had called.

“Hello?” He answered in a deeper voice than usual (he had just woken up).

There was a sigh on the other end before it cut off. Too tired to care, Shoto placed the phone back where it was before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and going back to sleep, ignoring his own phone calls from his father.

For the next year and a half, you continued to mess around with your old classmates who were still single, there was also the one time with Momo after a late agency meeting, but nobody aside from the two of you knew. As for Izuku, when he wasn’t working or training, he’d find himself buried in between random pairs of boobs, sometimes two at a time, or in between the legs of a fellow sidekick he’d been working with. But none of them compared to you, they didn’t taste like you.

He’d also find out he enjoyed weed, unbeknownst to All Might. He found it helped when he tried to imagine your mouth around his dick while he jerks himself as he’s on the phone with you, when you’re not too busy to answer.

He’d ask you questions about your private affairs…

“How long has it been since you’ve been with someone?”

“Who do you fuck when I’m not there?”

“They make you come as hard as I do?”

“Do they fuck you better than I do?”

…and you’d answer, knowing it angered him.

“Depends… how long have we been on the phone?”

“Your friends…, they practically beg for it sometimes.”

“If you really wanna know, I’m still having trouble hearing right now.”

“I don’t know, I think I forgot what it’s like when you fuck me... come remind me.”

From the other end, he’d fuck his hand or bunched up pillow harder, attempting to keep his moans in but failing as he’d let himself moan aloud as he finished. Truthfully, you loved it, it helped you imagine a few things while you also had your hand down your pants, fingers circling around your clit slowly, attempting to mimic the way Izuku’s tongue used to take care of you.

But when he was too busy to answer, you often found yourself with your hand between your thighs while you watched one of the ‘movies’ you and Izuku had made before.

When Izuku had returned to Japan, the first thing he wanted to do was see you, hold you, show you how much he missed you. All Might had kept him from doing just that, though.

He’d been walking down the street, following All Might towards his agency when he noticed a familiar face in the window of a rather expensive restaurant. His steps slowed behind the retired hero as he tried to make out who it was, but it didn’t take him long to realize it was Katsuki. But- why were you there? His walking had come to a complete stop as he tried to figure out why the hell you’d be having dinner with Katsuki. It all clicked when Katsuki gently placed a hand over yours, a date.

A fucking date.

From across the street, Izuku had been glaring daggers into the back of Katsuki’s head. He would have made his way over if it weren’t for All Might calling him from a few feet ahead. Oh, but if looks could kill, Katsuki would be one dead motherfucker.

A few hours later, after he’d been done helping All Might, he found himself standing at your front door.

He’d been trying to convince himself that he respects your privacy, it was the only thing keeping him from barging in to pull you off of his friend's dick. The best he could do was knock on your door. To his surprise, you answered the door rather quickly and in an oversized t-shirt paired with sweats, your makeup had still been done from the date earlier.

“Izuku?” You asked, poking your head out the door to check if there had been anybody else with him. “What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were back-”

He pushed the door open farther and let himself in, not trying to hide the fact he was looking around as he made his way to your couch. Fuck privacy.

“Where is he?” He asked, leaning forwards and sitting his elbows on his knees, still searching your home with his eyes.

“Who?” You closed your door and made your way towards him, stopping when you stood directly in front of him.

“Don’t play dumb,” he answered quickly. “Your date, where the fuck is he.” He demanded, rather than asking.

You let out a small laugh, grabbing his scarred hands and placing them on your waist as you lifted your legs onto the couch and on either side of him until you straddled his thighs. He subconsciously ran his hands up and down your sides as he waited for you to answer him.

“Mmm,” he hummed, unpleased with your response but as long as Katsuki wasn’t there he was fine. “You have quite a few boys wrapped around your pretty little finger, huh?” He asked against the shell of your ear, referring to your answers to his questions he’d asked you a multitude of times, sending a shiver down your spine he could feel.

“And you... got quite a few bitches on your dick, don’t you, Midoriya?” You asked, pulling yourself back to meet his eyes before tipping your head forwards so that your forehead was touching his. “But you don’t want them.”

“Hmm?” He smirked. “Why’s that?”

“Because you want me,” you quickly stated before pressing your lips onto his, causing him to lean back into the couch. His hands quickly found their way down your sides and into your pants, giving your ass a nice rub before tightly squeezing it between his calloused hands, eliciting a moan he missed oh so much from those pretty lips of yours.

“You wouldn't be here if you didn’t,” you pulled yourself back to pull his sweater off of him, revealing the sculpted body he’d worked so hard on, nobody else’s compared. “But if you’re just gonna waste my time, let me know, there’s a li-”.

You were cut off by Izuku removing his hand from your pants and grabbing your throat a bit harshly, almost drawing out a moan from your lips as he pulled you down so that you were forced to stare at him, close enough so that you could hear him clearly.

“I dare you to finish that sentence,” he almost growled.

“There’s a line.”

He squeezed his hand around your throat harder, cutting off most of your blood flow. Before he could say anything else, you let out the most desperate moan he’s heard in a while. It took almost all the mental strength he had to not fuck you like a dog in heat right then and there.

“God, the things you’re doing to me,” he said through gritted teeth, releasing the hold on your neck a bit to allow you to breathe and speak more comfortably.

“Am I making you angry?” You asked.

“What do you think?” He answered, leaning forward to kiss you again.

“Take it out on me.”

That was all he needed to lift you up off the couch and find your room in a matter of a few seconds, while still being unfamiliar with your home. Don’t get him wrong, he would’ve fucked you stupid on your couch, but the bed seemed right for his first night back.

He let you fall down onto the mattress before being quick to remove your t-shirt. Fortunately for him, you were against wearing bras to bed, making it easier for him to quickly latch on to one of your nipples while his hand toyed with the other.

You moaned at the way he sucked before lightly biting down, switching and latching on to the other when he was satisfied with how swollen he made you.

“Mmm- Izuku please,” you whined, reaching a hand down towards his pants to palm him through the fabric, eliciting a groan from his throat. Neither of you could really wait any longer, it’d been too long.

He raised his head towards your neck, his breath already slightly shaky from holding back for so long. “Did I fucking say you could touch me?”

“Don’t care, wanna touch… make you feel good,” you breathed against his ear, your hand finding its way into his pants and stroking him through his underwear, you could feel how painfully hard he already was, how he throbbed under your touch.

“Oh, you wanna make me feel good, huh?” He asked as he placed a hand over the hand you had on his dick, squeezing it to add more pressure, enough to have him lightly biting down on your neck to keep himself from moaning out loud. “Wanna be a good little whore and make me feel good, baby?” He began to kiss your neck as you kept stroking.

“Mhm~,” you whimpered, the wet and sloppy kisses on your neck coming to a sudden stop.

“Get on your back,” he whispered.

And you did as you were told.

He kissed you one last time before getting up and allowing you to shift your position until you were laying on your back with your head hanging off of the bed. It's been a while since you’ve done this. Everything had been upside down now, but that didn’t stop you from reaching towards Izuku and pulling his thighs towards you, tugging his clothes down until he helped you get them all off, leaving him with absolutely nothing. Well, absolutely nothing except for a thin gold chain you’d bought him for his birthday before he left for America, he’d never take it off, especially when a small charm with your initial had been hanging off of it.

If it weren’t for your hands reaching out, his cock would have definitely hit your nose, not that you’d mind.

Izuku admired the way you ran your hands along his length, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue the slightest bit, waiting for him to take advantage of your throat like he used to.

“You look so pretty like this, you know?” He asked before leaning forwards, placing his tip on your tongue, allowing you to kiss, suck and flick your tongue on and around his urethra, his most sensitive spot, you knew he loved that you paid attention to it.

He had one hand on your cheek and used the other to move away the stray hairs that stuck to the small beads of sweat forming on your forehead and cheeks. He missed this. He missed you.

He missed the calm and collected look you’d have on your face right before he’d turn it into a wet, red and swollen mess. He loved the way you’d just take it. The way you allowed him to have his way with you until you were completely fucked out. The way you'd have your way with him sometimes.

“Can't wait to ruin you,” he mumbled while slowly moving his hips back and forth on your tongue, sliding his tip along the length of your wet muscle while the hand on your cheek slowly found its way towards and around your neck.

“You can try,” you teased. You’d regret it.

Before you could take a breath to prepare yourself, Izuku jerked his hips forward, forcing you to take almost, if not, all of him at once.

“Ah fuck,” he moaned, massaging your neck to ease whatever pain he might’ve caused. You only moaned around his cock in response, sending soft vibrations that had him rutting his hips involuntarily, pushing his dick deeper down your throat.

He was so mesmerized with the way your throat bulged each time he thrusted in, he subconsciously began to squeeze down on your throat, adding on more pressure to his already sensitive cock and eliciting a choked whine from you. You began to choke and scratch your nails on his thighs, attempting to open your throat a bit more but only continued to drool all over yourself, your saliva mixing in with your tears and his precum.

“What baby?” He asked mockingly, taking his free hand to play with your exposed tits, your legs squeezing shut on instinct as he pinched and twisted one of your slightly abused nubs. “You were fine with Bakugou’s dick, what’s the problem now? Can’t handle a little pressure?” He added, massaging your throat from your neck to your jaw, shifting the pressure along his length where he wanted more, almost as if he was using you as his own personal flashlight, fucking your throat a bit harder with each thrust.

One of the things only Izuku would do for you. Katsuki would never do this, Shoto didn’t care enough to, Izuku on the other hand used you just like you’d asked him to.

Once you began pushing his thighs away, he knew he had to let up, no matter how close to a release he was. “Are you o-”

“You know Katsuki’s dick isn’t shit compared to yours,” you reassured him before grabbing his hips and pulling him back towards your open and waiting mouth, where he gladly began to fuck your tear-stained face again without question. He smiled down at you while rubbing your cheek with his thumb before sliding his hand back to your bulging throat, increasing the pressure as he rutted himself deeper into your mouth.

“F-fuck, just like that,” he moaned as he used a free hand to hold himself up on the mattress as he began to chase his release. By this point your teary eyes began to roll to the back of your head the harder Izuku fucked your mouth, the only thing keeping you somewhat sane at the moment was the way you could feel every vein from his cock on your tongue, the way it pulsed as he got closer to his release. “Gonna cum~ hah, gonna be a good girl and swallow, right baby?”

You could only moan in response, the vibrations from your throat causing him to buck his hips faster until he stilled, his dick twitching occasionally as he emptied long, hot ropes of his cum down your waiting throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath as he slowly pulled himself out of you, watching the mixed string of cum and saliva drip onto your cheeks before squatting down to look at you. “God, you’re beautiful”.

He helped you sit up straight and wipe your face clean of the sticky liquids, asking if your throat was okay, only for you to ignore his concern for you and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He moaned into the kiss after tasting himself on your tongue.

You grabbed an arm of his and guided it down between your legs and into your pants. He quickly took the hint and slid his hand in your underwear and began playing with your folds, slipping a finger in between the drenched lips to rub your puffy clit in agonizingly slow circles that had you rolling your hips against his hand.

“Please,” you whispered after breaking the kiss, “I know you can do better than that, don’t you wanna be a good boy and make me come?” You teased, rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip before pressing your lips onto his again. He swiftly plunged two fingers into your sopping wet hole without warning as he groaned at the way you spoke to him, eliciting a whimper from your lips at the sudden stretch, your legs nearly squeezing shut on instinct.

“Like this, baby? Is this good enough for you, huh?” He asked through lidded eyes, still drunk on the taste of his own release.

“Yes ‘zuku, hah~ just like that,” you threw your head back slightly as he began to scissor and curl his fingers against your gummy walls that sucked his fingers in oh so well, he was getting impatient, it should be his dick getting wet in your cunt right now.

“Hmmm, wanna fuck you already,” he mumbled against your neck, the way his lips lightly tickled your neck sent a shock straight to your clit… which wasn’t getting any attention whatsoever.

“Nngh- nobody’s stopping you,” you rolled your hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers, successfully rubbing your clit against the palm of his hand. Of course, he noticed and began rubbing his palm on your clit while keeping the pace of his fingers thrusting in you the same.

“Need you to come,”

“Then work harder” you moaned, rolling your hips in sync with his hand for a few moments before reaching down to grab his wrist, stopping his movements.

“What is it?” He asked, a bit of concern etched on his face.

“Nothing, just-,” you started, finished by putting both hands on his shoulders, pushing him down between your legs until he took the hint. He hooked his fingers on the waistband on your sweatpants and panties before pulling them down and off of your legs, throwing them to the side before massaging your legs from your ankles to your knees, grabbing your calves and throwing them over his shoulders and pulling your ass to the edge of the bed by your thighs, earning a small but surprised yelp from you.

You slid a hand down in between your thighs where Izuku was situated, sliding a finger in between your lips before spreading them for him, to which he licked a long wet stripe from your hole to your clit, your hand instantly finding itself tangled in his hair. He wrapped his lips around your clit, lightly sucking and slowly flicking the tip of his tongue over the sensitive bud, moaning when you tugged on his hair.

“Izuku hah~, why so slow now,” you whined, bucking your hips up into his mouth hoping for him to do something, anything, to make you come.

He ignored your question and continued sucking as he had been, a finger circling your hole but not daring to go in yet.

“Thought you wanted to make me come huh?” You asked somewhat annoyedly, removing your hand from his hair and making your way towards your phone on the bed. “Don’t make me call kat-nngh,”

You were interrupted by a sudden slap to your clit that had your entire body tensing up for a second.

“Say his name and you’re done,” he warned before going back down on you. He knew a part of you wasn’t kidding, if you really wanted to, you could call any of the men on your phone and they’d drop whatever they’d been doing to help you finish.

But now that he was back, there was no way he was about to let someone inside what was rightfully his… even if you didn’t know already.

Instead of going back to sucking on your clit, he circled your hole with his tongue, sliding over it every now and then yet still not fucking you.

“I’m done, huh?” you mumbled to yourself while he teased your wet cunt, “fuck it”.

“Nngh,” you began to whine and roll your hips on his tongue. “F-fuck, please Katsuki, mmmneed more,” you moaned out loud enough for Izuku to hear, loud enough to anger him, as soon as Katsuki’s name left your lips he began to pick himself up from his knees.

To your surprise he didn’t look angry, nor upset, only annoyed at the fact you disobeyed him on his first night back.

He crawled over you before leaning down to plant a few soft kisses on your lips, hands reaching out for yours only to pin them above your head gently then shifting his hold so that he gripped both your wrists with one of his hands. His free hand then traveled down your side until it met the puffy lips he had been licking at a few moments prior. He circled your throbbing clit a few times, taking in the way your breath hitched with every complete circle, then prodded two large fingers at your entrance, coating them with your juices instead of actually shoving them in like you wanted him to.

“You just don’t shut up now, do you?” he whispered along the crook of your neck before roughly plunging his fingers in your tight cunt without warning, a broken moan leaving your lips at the sudden intrusion.. “Next time you should think before you speak like a needy brat,” he suggested as he began quickly pistoning his fingers in and out of you, giving you no time to adjust to the stretch, your spongy walls greedily wrapping around him while your legs tried to shut on instinct, Izuku’s bulging forearm preventing just that

“‘zuku, please,” you whined out, pulling your arms down and moving your lower body in any way you could, attempting to run away from the way he’d been ramming his fingers into your hungry cunt. “I promise hah~, please- I prommmise i’ll think, nngh~,” you moaned as he began to curl his fingers and feel around your gummy walls for the one spot that always had you crying his name out.

“‘s a little too late for that now, doll,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck before latching onto the skin, sucking and biting until a few small bruises and hickeys began forming. The feeling of his tongue on your neck combined with his fingers reaching deep into your hole completely overrode any pain you felt from the stretch, causing you to begin rolling and bucking your hips with his hand as he started ramming his fingers in and out of you once more.

“Haa- nghhzuku~ wanna c-cumm~” you moaned, spreading your legs and lifting them to your sides, giving him complete access to your pussy, letting him see how completely wet and swollen you were when he peeked down.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, beginning to rut into the sheets himself at the sight.

A few moans escaped Izuku’s lips when he felt you squeezing down even tighter. The more your legs began to twitch, the faster he began to fuck the mattress.

“Fuckfuck-nghhfuck~ gonna come, please ‘zuku,” you cried, your legs twitching as your hips began bucking up on their own, desperately chasing your release that was right there- until Izuku completely pulled out of you, leaving you dumbfounded as he tried to calm his own breathing besides you.

“Turn around, on your knees,” he finally huffed out.

“Huh?” you asked, your chest still heaving from the build up to your release. “What the fuck was tha-”.

Izuku cut you off by smashing his lips against yours, sloppily and needily grinding his tongue on yours before suddenly flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up and towards the edge of the bed again so that your knees had been holding you up against him.

“Why can’t you just fucking listen,” he scolded through half-lidded eyes.

His cock had been comfortably resting between your folds, his tip massaging your clit as he slowly leaned closer into you before pulling back, lubing his dick up with your liquids. Your chest had been pressed flush against the sheets with your arms bent and laid beside either side of your head, you looked back at him, slightly shaking your ass to gain some friction between the two of you, eliciting a low groan from his throat that you felt right on your clit.

He ran a thumb around your sopping hole before slipping it in, eliciting a needy whine from you, god he missed the noises you’d make for him.

You began to grow more impatient the longer he stood there, admiring you instead of making any moves.

“Izuku,” you huffed out, his eyes quickly darting to yours. Slowly, you began to slide your hands down to your thighs, running them along the underside until you reached your ass before pulling your cheeks apart for him, his eyes instantly glaring at the thumb he had buried in your cunt again. “Please,” you whispered, voice desperate and full of need. Need for him to fuck you like he hated you.

“Please… what?” he teased, pulling his thumb out and replacing it with his tip lined up at your entrance, barely pushing it in, but enough to have you mewling at the feeling.

“Mmngh~,” you moaned, attempting to push your hips back enough for his cock to sink into your waiting cunt. He let out a disapproving sigh before grabbing your wrists again, only this time he pinned them against the small of your back as he plunged his cock deep in your hole all at once, your throat involuntarily letting out a string of broken moans as each inch slowly slid in.

“Use your words,” he ordered, keeping his dick stilled in your pussy, taking in the way your walls clenched around him with every breath you took. “Wanna hear what you want- word for word,” he massaged your ass with his free hand as he waited for your response.

“Please-ah~,” you started before you were interrupted by Izuku quickly pulling almost his entire length out only to slam his hips roughly against yours, preventing you from finishing your sentence.

“Keep going,” he ordered.

“I- haa~, wanngh- you to, mmh,” you managed to moan between thrusts before giving up and letting him have his way with you. Except, when you stopped speaking, he stopped fucking and smacked a hand down onto your ass, drawing a choked sob from your throat, your cries making his dick twitch desperately inside your cunt.

“Finish”.

“Want you, hah~ t-to mmfuck me~ stupid,” you continued, your eyes straying from his but quickly finding their way back with a simple smack to your ass again.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he confessed through desperate moans as he began to harshly ram his cock into you from behind, nearly knocking the air out of you as he gave no chance to catch your breath between thrusts.

Izuku’s thrusts only continued to get harder and deeper the longer he fucked you, his tip nearly kissing your cervix as your needy pussy sucked him back in as quickly as he would pull himself out. He noticed you began leaning forward, attempting to move away from his strokes again. He released his grip on your wrists, causing your arms to flop besides your head as they were earlier, before taking both of his hands and grabbing your waist, pulling you back onto his cock to meet his thrusts as he pushed himself into you. Immediately, your hands latched onto the sheets, pulling and clawing at the fabric as he abused your needy cunt, the lewd sounds of wet skin sloppily smacking against each other fogging your mind with nothing but lust and a desperate need to come.

“M-more… i’m gonna,” you practically drooled, spreading your legs even wider, allowing his balls to directly smack your swollen clit with each thrust, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Izuku could feel it too, the way your pussy was trying to milk him for all he was worth, but he couldn’t come yet, he needed to feel you come around his cock before he could even think about filling you with his cum.

“Gonna what?” he moaned, lifting a leg up onto the bed in order to angle his hips in a way that would have your eyes crossing in a mere few seconds. “Pretty little pussy gonna come for me? Huh?” he questioned, using a hand to force your back to arch even closer to the mattress.

“Mmhm,” you whined, sliding a hand towards your clit to rub small, quick circles on the bud as you felt your orgasm coming. Izuku took a free hand and shoved a few fingers past your swollen lips, massaging and pressing your tongue as you sucked on his fingers like it was his dick.

“You’re so fucking messy,” he moaned as he imagined your tongue swirling around his cock instead of his fingers.

“Mmn~ you like messy,” you answered, the shakes in your voice matching the drilling of his dick into your cunt.

“I like when you’re messy,” he corrected you, picking up the speed of his thrusts.

“‘Zuku, mmmfuck~ haa gonna-mmm fu-ah~,” you began moaning rapidly, feeling your orgasm about to hit you, Izuku’s pace unfaltering as he continued to fuck you to your orgasm. “C-cominnggh~” you whined as your legs began to shake, so close to giving out on you, your mind only focused on how deep Izuku was inside you as your high crashed over you, choked sobs escaping your throat combined with broken moans and variations of his name and curses. Izuku fucked you through your orgasm, holding you up when he felt your legs starting to give out on you, only to pull out of you and turn you over onto your back.

You’d been to fucked out to question how he’d flipped your body over like nothing, wrapping your legs around his waist before he slid his cock in between your folds once more, not allowing you to recover from your high before he began fucking you again.

“Izu-” he cut you off with a desperate, open-mouthed kiss before you could finish. Your equally needy self returns the kiss, all while failing to realize how he pinned your wrists above your head again as he sloppily rutted himself into your cunt. “‘s too much,” you managed to whine out when he let your lips go to allow you to breathe.

He ignored your cries over the way he was overstimulating you and instead began asking questions similar to the ones he asked you over the phone while he was overseas. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were too fucked out to answer any of them.

“Does ‘Katsuki’ fuck you like this?” he asked, you answered with a few desperate whines before turning your head away, tears forming in the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation. He let go of one of your wrists to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him before gripping your wrists again. “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he ordered with his forehead pressed against yours, your tears mixing in with your sweat as you looked up into his eyes.

“Do you squeeze his dick as tightly as you do mine? Huh? You a whore like this for him?” he questioned, the piece of jewelry swinging and hitting your chin as his thrusts got sloppier, your walls clamping around him tighter than before as you were nearing your second orgasm. “Do you let him come inside you? Inside my pussy?” his hands inched towards yours until he interlocked his fingers with yours, you moaned at the way he claimed your pussy as his, eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head.

“C-cum… only you~nghh… y-your pussy,” you pant against his lips, his hips beginning to stutter when he realize he fucked you dumb already. “That’s what I fucking thought- he can’t make you come like I do, doll,” he huffed against your mouth, placing a few sloppy kisses along your parted lips.

“Nno, only you~ ah-” you agreed, your hips rolling against his as you felt your second orgasm hitting you. “Damn right,” Izuku’s hips began to stutter as your legs around him tightened, soon enough he dropped his head to your neck, biting down on the skin as he painted the inside of your cunt with ropes of his hot cum, your own juices squirting around his cock with a few more thrusts. Your bodies slowly rocking back and forth as his thrusts slowed until they came to a complete stop, your chests heaving against each other as the two of you attempted to catch your breath.

After a few moments, Izuku rolled off to the side when he felt his body giving out on him. He laid on his back with an arm over his eyes, lips slightly parted as his breathing slowed, from beside him you had calmed your breathing and legs for the most part, pulling a blanket over your still sweaty and sticky body.

It’d been a few quiet moments before either of you spoke, but the silence was comfortable.

“I want y..” you barely whispered, loud enough for Izuku to hear but still question what you had said.

“What was that?” he asked, removing his arm from his face and grabbing a corner of the blanket, pulling it over his bottom half.

“I rejected Katsuki,” you started, turning your head to meet his eyes. “Told him I couldn’t see him anymore… he was never here tonight,” you admitted, Izuku’s eyes slightly widening when he realized you lied to him about Katsuki ever being there that night.

“Why?”

“Because… I still want you,” you confessed your feelings for the first time in years, and to the same person that rejected you the first time.

“Does… this mean that I won?” he had turned to his side and asked with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, laughing as you brought a hand down to his chest, lightly smacking him while you laughed yourself.

“I don’t know,” you teased. “Who barged into my house looking to kill my potential boyfriend?”

Izuku laughed at the memory as he flopped himself onto his back again.

“I’m yours,” he turned his head to face you, a genuine smile on his face as he looked into your eyes, showing you that he meant what he was saying. “If you’re mine”.

“Deal… but I won.”

#this was so good #like you had me ENTHRALLED #smut #like i love shit like this #the chain with the initial? genius #Katsuki being a pawn? loved it #yes

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DUDE LIKE I LOVE THIS, HIM SAYING NO, RSFUSING TO HURT HER ANY LONGER, CRYING UGH YES HE DESERVES NOTHING GOOD IN LIFE!!!!

I love it so so much

thinking about letting go of an arranged marriage with dabi.

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5 (previous)

tw: smut, oral (f!receiving), physical assault (m!receiving)

—

touya can’t breathe.

you look like a vision from his most beautiful fantasies, an angel dressed in gossamer spun from dreams. your father slowly leads you down the aisle as everyone watches you in awe.

he is cold, unemotional. contempful sneers and rational logic.

but his eyes are fogging up as he watches you walk to the pew.

your face is utterly blank underneath the veil.

“have you come here to enter into marriage without coercion, freely and wholeheartedly?” the priest asks.

fuck, touya loves you more than anything.

“are you prepared to love and honor each for as long as you both live?”

he never wants to let you go. wants to raise a family with you, grow old and grey.

“do you take touya todoroki as your lawfully wedded husband, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“i do,” you dully respond.

“and do take her as your lawfully wedded wife, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

his silence stretches out through the air, fills the room until everyone is squirming in unease.

“touya?”

he knows what he has to do.

“no,” touya utters. “i don’t.”

and underneath the filmy fabric of your veil, your eyes widen.

—

you’re fuming as you bang on touya’s door, utterly seething with rage. it feels like your body is trying to make up for weeks of numb unfeeling, sending a maelstrom of hatred and grief and fury throttling through your veins.

there’s no answer. when you try the knob the door swings open.

his apartment is dark, save for the glittering city lights shining through his floor-to-ceiling window. half-empty bottles of whiskey litter the marble kitchen counters. you’re shaking as you kick open the door to his bedroom, revealing a hunched-over touya.

“what the hell,” you hiss, “is wrong with you?”

he looks up with red-rimmed eyes, a wry smile on his face.

“you’re yelling at me. that’s good.”

“my parents just called me. $50,000 of their debt was paid off by an anonymous donor.”

touya takes a sip from his glass. “good for them.”

“i know it was you, you absolute piece of shit. you leave me at the altar twelve hours ago, and then you- you do this? why?”

he stands up, slightly staggering as he walks over to you.

“i just want you to be happy.”

slap!

his face jerks to the side, cheek smarting with your blow. the last time you hit him touya made you regret it; but now he simply looks back at you, gaze full of remorse.

“fuck you,” you snarl. “you destroyed me. you don’t get to say that.”

“i’m sorry,” touya murmurs. “you deserve the world.”

slap!

“i would do anything for you. give up anything.”

slap!

“i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

you’ve been steadily pushing him, every hit causing him to back closer and closer to the bed. when you strike him for the fourth time, he topples backwards, body hitting the soft blankets. you’re livid as you pin him down, hands around his neck as you straddle him. his face is covered in red handprints.

“i wish you were dead,” you scream, the familiar prickle of tears rising up. “you’re a monster, you made my life hell, i’ll never forgive you.”

touya looks up at you with stars in his eyes.

“i love you so much. i’m sorry.”

fuck, you hate him so much, you hate how he won’t even let you have this moment- the way he’s responding to your rage with soft apologies. you smash your lips onto his, roughly biting his lip until you can taste coppery blood, fingers digging into his throat.

but touya cups your cheeks, holds you like you’re made of glass as he gently kisses you back.

you tear away from him, a sticky string of spit hanging from your lips to his.

“hurt me,” you shakily tell him. “call me a whore.”

touya tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “you’ve always been the most beautiful girl i’ve known,” he whispers.

it’s not fair. he’s not fair. you’re crying as he gently coaxes you down to his pillows, lips gently ghosting down your neck. he softly kisses your tears away.

“i would choose you every time, a million times over. i could never be good enough for you.”

you yank off his shirt, dig your nails into his skin hard enough to leave scratches. you want him to hurt as badly as you did. he doesn’t deserve anything.

“can i taste you?” touya begs, pressing kisses down the valley of your breasts. “please, baby, can i make you feel good?”

“this is the only thing you’re good for,” you growl. he is dragging down your lace panties, pressing wet kisses atop your weeping cunt.

“i hate you,” you sob as his bony hands hold down your writhing hips, lips greedily suckling your clit. he’s lapping up your juices with a frantic desperation- he knows his time with you is running out, knows this is the last chance he’ll ever have to touch you. touya’s tongue traces down to your entrance and slowly delves between your folds. he’s sloppy, spit and arousal dripping over his chin.

“fuck you,” you hiccup.

touya spreads your thighs even wider as he buries himself deeper inside your cunt, lewd slurping noises making your body shudder with warped pleasure. you’re clenching around his tongue, gasping every time his nose bumps against your clit.

when you finally come in his mouth, you let out the prettiest wails, choking out his name and trapping his head in place with your thighs.

there’s a twisted sense of catharsis that intensifies with every push of his cock through your velvet walls. a disgusting resentment that grows in your chest as he kisses your lips, whispers sweet praises into the air. your sheer hatred of touya todoroki is powering you back to life. the light hasn’t just returned to your eyes; it’s burning, exploding, choking out the dull apathy in your heart.

you roll your hips against his in time with touya’s thrusts, breath quickening as he grinds his palm against your clit. the crest of your second orgasm is approaching; touya’s movements are growing sloppier and your cries are growing louder as you swear his name over and over again, fading out as his cock spears that spongy spot in your cunt that makes stars erupt in your vision.

the more you tighten around him the more he feels his own release approach; he pounds into you harder, fat balls slapping against your damp skin.

“i’m going to miss you so much,” he rasps, chest heaving with ragged breaths. “thank you for everything.”

you look into his cerulean eyes for the last time, tears trickling down your cheeks.

“goodbye, touya,” you whisper.

—

“this has been the most celebrated artist debut in the last year,” the interviewer says. “could you walk us through this collection?”

you look out at the wealthy, sophisticated audience listening to you in anticipation. vibrant canvases gleaming with slashes of crimson and violent, entwined in glossy gold stars, hang on the gilded walls behind you.

“it’s about the loss of love,” you say. “my series begins with violence, pain, an irredeemable destruction. but it progresses, twists into something lighter, until it grows into... forgiveness.”

the interviewer nods. “this exhibition resonated with many people- i’m sure we’ve all experienced heartbreak after an all-consuming love. was there a particular event that inspired these works?”

your expression softens. for a few moments, you are quiet.

and then you respond, “the same reason i’ve been painting for the last four years.”

you’re praised the entire night, pretty socialites gushing about your art while posh

businessmen offer obscene amounts of money for your paintings.

“they’re not for sale,” you smile.

“oh my god, i’m so proud of you,” camie sighs, wrapping you in a tight hug.

“thank you, these took so long-,”

“no! i’m proud of you for wearing that dress! you look so sexy!”

“god, cam, shut up,” fuyumi groans, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “by the way, natsuo’s running late. he’ll be here in an hour.”

“i’m sorry, okay? she just looks so hot!”

“she always looks hot.” nejire places a hand on your back. “these are absolutely wonderful. you’re so talented.”

“thank you.” you lovingly look around at your best friends. “i really appreciate you guys being there for me, all this time.”

fuyumi grins. “we love you to death. of course we would.”

you have to rush out of the room after that, face lowered to hide your tears. you’ve never been one to believe in happy endings but here you are, stronger and more successful than you could ever imagine, surrounded by people you love. it took so long to heal; but you rose up from the ashes to become who you are today.

you’re sniffling, hastily wiping your eyes, when you see a flash of white disappear around the corner.

your heart stops beating.

you stand up, hurry down the hall until you stagger to a halt.

touya todoroki is staring at you with wide eyes, hands tucked into his suit pockets.

he looks as beautiful as the day you left him, cerulean eyes shining above chiseled features, white hair tousled and soft. he’s looking at you like you’re an angel sent from above.

for a moment you wonder if you’re dreaming.

you walk towards him, heart aching in your chest.

“touya,” you whisper.

“i’m sorry,” he breathes. “i couldn’t resist coming.”

you’re speechless, a tempest of emotions raging inside you.

“i was trying to stay hidden- didn’t want to ruin your night. i’ll leave, i’m sorry i-,”

you take his hand in yours.

“no,” you murmur. “come in. i want you to see it.”

—

AHHHH OKAY THATS A WRAP!! so first of all, this takes place in the same universe as rich boy!shouto. so if you liked this, you will like that series (i think... i hope... LOL)

i really hope y'all like the way i ended it hahaha......... i am p satisfied with it but i really don't want to disappoint anybody LOL. PLEASEE send in ur thoughts, i wanna know what y'all think so badly HAHAH

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#sin #smut #look like this series makes me so sad but its so good #i like when bad men cry

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Taking a ride in ole reliable

Warnings; Car sex, degradation, Yuuji is a meanie, fingering(F! reciving), Cream pie, unprotected sex, description of a beat up honda civic. Fem!reader x Yuuji Itadori. MINORS DNI, GO READ A BOOK!!!!! Beta’d by @bigdaddyleilei

this is like 2k+ words and everyone in this fic is depicted as 18+

For @candy-hime who I had been teasing with this idea 

You and Yuuji pull into a drive in movie theatre, sitting in your car watching the big projector screen. It's a horror movie, perfect, there's no chance of anyone looking at you because the shit on screen will be scaring them, but you're not here for the conjuring.

 You're here to fulfil a fantasy of yours you'd been dying to try out. Convincing your sweet lover to fuck you like a cheap whore in the back of your car. It was a beater of a thing having it's bumper dented in and you have a crooked side mirror on the left side. Your Honda Civic that's a little too old but it's been reliable enough not to break with the abuse it's been through. The two of you moved to the backseat for ‘more jumping room.’ As you had claimed though the only jumping you were trying to do was jumping on his dick. 

The both of you curled up to watch the movie with one another, one of your hands rested on his thigh and the other was being used to eat red vines. You waited for an opportunity to arise, using one jumpscare you placed yourself in Yuuji’s lap, burying your face in his neck under the guise of being too scared. Yuuji paid no mind to it, he knew horror movies weren’t your thing, it was his idea to see the movie actually having wanted to see it and have you cling to him like a lifeline. Though he was largely unaware of your plan to have him fuck you raw in the backseat.

In seeing him distracted you took the time to utilize this perfect position and pressed soft kisses against his neck and shoulder. The action caused Yuuji to shudder at the feeling of your warm lips pressing open mouthed kisses to his skin. 

"Baby do you need something?" He asked in a whisper,  like if you were in a theater. To answer his question you just pulled back, looking at his face. The way his brows furrowed in curiosity and concern. 

"I need you." You mumbled, pressing your hands to his chest. You batted your lashes at him while he sputtered. 

"W-wait here?! Like you wanna...do it here?!" His ears felt hot as he looked at your face.

"Uh huh, please?" You whined softly, leaning and pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I need you so much...want you to fuck me right here." You nipped at the skin, leaving a soft mark on his jawline. 

Now Yuuji was nothing short of a pleaser, he always made sure you felt good, felt safe. The two of you had never tried having sex anywhere else but in a bed. Which he preferred, he could push you down into the mattress without feeling bad. He was open to other places, and the way you were pleading at him made his cock twitch in interest. Though, he wanted you to work harder for it. He wanted to hear you beg for him to fuck you. 

"You want it? Well you better beg for it." He teased, watching you pout because you thought he'd easily give in. Sometimes you could be such a brat, he brought his hand to your face, squishing your cheeks. "I'm seeing a lot of pouting but not hearing a lot of begging. " He looked at the screen. "I suggest you hurry. I'm not sure how long the movie will be on for." He cooed. 

"Please Yuuji? Please fuck me." You whined and it sounded so breathy, so needy to his ears. "I'll be so good for you? I promise?" You pawed at his shirt slightly. Yuuji glanced around, there weren’t any cars right beside yours and you begged so prettily, he caved.

“Fine but you can’t be too loud.” He pulled you into a kiss, his hand slipping up your dress to tease the skin of your thighs. You melted into the kiss, pressing flush against him as the make out session progressed, your snacks abandoned in favor of getting entangled with one another instead. Your hand tangled in his hair, acrylic nails scratching his scalp before you gripped the soft strands. Yuuji slid his hand over your panties, his breath hitching against your lips when he felt how warm and wet you were through them. 

You moaned into his mouth, rocking your hips back against his fingers. He hadn’t even touched you properly and here you were, becoming a steady mess in his lap. He could feel his cock twitch in the confides of his jeans, his teeth biting your lip slightly just to give you a jolt of surprise. He grinned at the sound of your squeak,using the distraction to slip your panties aside and tease his fingers over your wet cunt. His lips trailed down your cheeks to your jawline, “Look at how wet you are and I haven’t even started with you yet. Such a naughty little thing aren’t you?” He taunted you, rough fingers finding your clit and rubbing the bud in hard circles. The moan that left your lips had him throbbing.

“I can’t help it, you make me such a mess Yuu. Just the thought of you gets me goin’.” You whimper, rocking back against his fingers. “Need you so much, please stop teasing me.” Yuuji chuckled at your pleading, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. He moved a finger to slip inside your cunt.

“I think I’ve spoiled you too much, now you’re acting like a bitch in heat.” His tone was almost mean, mocking as he curled his finger to drag teasingly against your gummy walls. “Look at you, acting like a cock addicted whore in my lap. Couldn’t even watch a movie without needing my cock.” He slid a second finger into you, his other hand smacking your ass. You jumped, a startled moan leaving your lips and it made him pause in marking up your skin. 

“You can’t keep quiet like I asked either.” He scolded, using the hand he smacked your now stinging ass with to quiet you. Sliding three fingers into your mouth as he fingered you open. Your gushing cunt making a mess in his lap as you gagged softly, you hadn’t expected this from your sweet, sweet boyfriend. For him to mock and tease you while preparing to destroy you in the back of your car, how silly of you to think you had any sort of upper hand. Yuuji pulled away from your neck to look at you, taking in your glossy eyes as you sucked on one hand's fingers and were almost bouncing on his other ones like they were his cock. 

His face morphed into a mocking pout, “I try so hard to be nice to you baby but you like this instead don’t you? Being treated like a dirty slut instead of bein’ my princess.” His hips rocked up just as he curled his fingers into your spot. The muffled moan leaving your lips at the mere feel of his hard cock against your thigh and his fingers pressing against that gooey spot inside your pussy was absolutely filthy. This, to him, just proved his point that you didn’t like it when he was nice and right now he didn’t particularly feel like being nice. The feeling of your cunt around his fingers was enough to make him moan.

“All nice an open for me, got two holes drooling around my fingers. You’re such a greedy baby, I can feel you rocking on them like you need more. Oh that’s right, you probably do with the way you begged for my cock hmm?” His words made the heat in your abdomen burn hotter, an orgasm starting to creep up on you as you moaned around your boyfriend’s fingers. Your glossy eyes spilling over with hot, shamefully aroused tears as he opened you up in his lap. He was right, you needed more with the way he was teasing you. 

You nodded, almost gagging on his fingers from the movement as your eyes begged him. Cunt clenching around his fingers, you were sure you looked pathetic like this. You did, and fuck did it look good on you. Yuuji decided to take pity on the both of you and not ignore his throbbing cock any longer. Slowly, he pulled all of his fingers out of you, soaked in your spit and juices to the point it made your ears feel hot when they made a slick noise as they exited your holes.Your hands fumbled with his belt as he sat back, watching you as you desperately tried to take his dick out. He laughed as he moved your hands to help you, giving himself a good and solid pump before guiding his tip to tease over your dripping pussy.

“Needy little bitch can’t even take my dick out properly.” He cooed, moaning as you sank down on his thick cock slowly. Soft, pleased whimpers and mewls left your throat as he let you take your time. He knew he was a bit difficult to take, even after stretching you out. He bit his lip as he lifted your dress to watch himself disappear inside of you, biting back a groan when he hilted inside you. 

“A-Ah fuck, Yuuji.” You whined, hands clutching at his shoulders as you tried to adjust to the stretch. You felt so full, so good with his cock buried deep inside you; your eyes lulling back into your head as your mouth opened lewdly. Yuuji bucked his hips into you, making you gasp and moan just a bit too loudly. He slipped his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you still. His hips snapped up into yours, rocking the car subtly as the two of you moaned though he was quiet and you were muffled by his fingers down your throat.

“This is what you wanted right? To be fucked like this?” he panted, burying his face in your neck as you bounced in his lap. Sucking his fingers in an attempt to muffle the lewd moans that wanted to slip past your lips. There was the messy sound of Yuuji fucking your dripping cunt, the windows starting to fog up from the heat building from the two of you. Briefly being caught flashed through your mind only serving to make your cunt flutter around Yuuji’s length. He groaned, his hand leaving your mouth to messily rub your clit. 

“Answer me baby, or are you too cock dumb to form words?” He grunted, and you shook your head the words tumbling out of your mouth. Telling him that this is how you liked to be fucked and thanking him for filling your slutty pussy. His pace was almost brutal, your head thrown back to moan openly as you met his thrusts. The car rocked harder, his fingers on your clit made you cry out as your orgasm sucker punched you. Head falling to his shoulder as your hand pressed to the fogged back window for stability, rutting and grinding your hips to his as you rode out the orgasm Yuuji was fucking you through. His hands had come to your ass, gripping it with bruising force as he fucked up into you. His mouth ran a mile a minute with praises, “You’re so good f’r me baby, taking my cock like this.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum baby. You want that? You want me to cum inside this pretty little cunt- Shit. That’s right, tighten up more for me, love how you clench around my dick.” He panted into your shoulder, almost whining as you fluttered around him. He brought his fingers to your clit once more, rubbing it in time with his desperate and hurried thrusts wanting you to cum a second time around him as he met his first end of the night. You cried out in his ear when your second orgasm washed over you, overstimulation from not being able to come down from the first one making it so much stronger as you drenched his cock. 

That was what pushed him over the edge, seeing white behind his eyes as he came in three more devastating thrust that left you whining. His cum fills you with its warmth, leaving the two of you panting as you come down. Yuuji reached and wiped the mascara from under your eyes, taking in your ruined appearance in pride. “You okay?” He asked gently, gathering his wits somewhat to make sure he didn’t hurt you.

You hiccup a soft ‘yes’, leaning into his hand to nuzzle it. You pressed a kiss to his thumb when he ran it over your bottom lip. “Thank you Yuuji.” you mumbled softly, just peering at him with such love and affection it made him smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He cooed, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away with a grin.

“Don’t thank me yet though, did you think I was done with you?”

#yuuji itadori smut #JJK smut #jujustsu kaisen smut #yuuji smut #yuji itadori smut #im truly going to hell #im a dirty whore #sin

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Content Warnings: Angst! Major character death! This is short as fuck but it's Katsuki-

“It's always about you!!!!”

You and him had had an argument the morning before he's scheduled to patrol. It was a big one, he started it, one that sent him and you off in an angry huff to start your days.

You know he's out on patrol but it's your day off so you're busy taking care of the apartment and doing some self care. You're still pissed off when he calls you, you don't even listen to the voicemail.

You're just folding both of your laundry, now calmer when the Television cuts to breaking news.

'Prohero Dynamight dies in a villain attack'

Picking up your phone you look at your notification. You decide to listen to that voice mail, just to hear his voice one last time.

'Hey, I know you're probably still mad at me, but I'm sorry. I'll be home tonight and we can actually spend time together alright babe? I love you.'

#bnha angst #bnha imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo angst #this is short and kinda shitty.

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This is so fustrating.

Do not lie about your age to access adult spaces

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pssst!! drum major midoriya

got into leadership as a sophomore and became a dm as a junior. talks to everyone. always seen with a smile until he calls everyone to attention. talks to pit when doing sets and helps the freshies find their spots. pops in on sectionals and chills, telling everyone they sound good or kindly to fix intonation. does the closer with a cool trick on the podium with a cg member/you. calls the cool stands. always carries your bag.

helps you out of your uniform at the end of the night and pins you to the wall with his jacket and bibs undone enough to fuck you because he has a uniform kink. can and will trap you in the uniform room to eat you out before performance assessments. after long competitions he's clingy and pulls and whines at you until you cockwarm him on the ride back, soft or not. can't ever say no to you, even when it's third quarter and you have three minutes to get back to the stands, he's tugging off his gloves and fingering you under the bleachers till you shake. swears by your kisses pre game or competition, it annoys everyone, but you even more bc if you don’t, you’re gonna get tugged over his knee and spanked till you sob.

#smut #IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTHHHHH #YES #THIS RIGHT HERE!! PLEASE!!!

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ahem, drumline bakugou...

center snare. is somehow on leadership despite hating rules. never fucking rolls his steps. has no sleeves on any of his practice OR uniform shirts. plus wears bandanas under his hat and around his arm. occasionally is nice and carries your bags/instrument. is the main mf yelling "left! left!!" even though you are marching left on the odd beats like always. breaks his sticks every week. yells back at the drum major.

also takes you to the storage room to fuck you until you cry, whispers to you that the room is sound proofed anyway so you can scream all you want, and if you don't, he'll just make you. will finger you coming in from a competition you won. loves reminding you that he uses his lucky sticks, the ones he made you cum over repeatedly, and won't let you forget the fact that he passed the others out for the rest of drumline to use. "looks like your pussy's everyone's lucky charm."

#this shit right here? #yeah #smut #minors do not interact #I love this shit #im such a fucking band nerd #i need moooore

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Words for Skin Tone | How to Describe Skin Color

We discussed the issues describing People of Color by means of food in Part I of this guide, which brought rise to even more questions, mostly along the lines of “So, if food’s not an option, what can I use?” Well, I was just getting to that!

This final portion focuses on describing skin tone, with photo and passage examples provided throughout. I hope to cover everything from the use of straight-forward description to the more creatively-inclined, keeping in mind the questions we’ve received on this topic.

Standard Description

Basic Colors

Pictured above: Black, Brown, Beige, White, Pink.

“She had brown skin.”

This is a perfectly fine description that, while not providing the most detail, works well and will never become cliché.

Describing characters’ skin as simply brown or beige works on its own, though it’s not particularly telling just from the range in brown alone.

Complex Colors

These are more rarely used words that actually “mean” their color. Some of these have multiple meanings, so you’ll want to look into those to determine what other associations a word might have.

Pictured above: Umber, Sepia, Ochre, Russet, Terra-cotta, Gold, Tawny, Taupe, Khaki, Fawn.

Complex colors work well alone, though often pair well with a basic color in regards to narrowing down shade/tone.

For example: Golden brown, russet brown, tawny beige…

As some of these are on the “rare” side, sliding in a definition of the word within the sentence itself may help readers who are unfamiliar with the term visualize the color without seeking a dictionary.

“He was tall and slim, his skin a russet, reddish-brown.”

Comparisons to familiar colors or visuals are also helpful:

“His skin was an ochre color, much like the mellow-brown light that bathed the forest.”

Modifiers

Modifiers, often adjectives, make partial changes to a word.The following words are descriptors in reference to skin tone.

Dark - Deep - Rich - Cool

Warm - Medium - Tan

Fair - Light - Pale

Rich Black, Dark brown, Warm beige, Pale pink…

If you’re looking to get more specific than “brown,” modifiers narrow down shade further.

Keep in mind that these modifiers are not exactly colors.

As an already brown-skinned person, I get tan from a lot of sun and resultingly become a darker, deeper brown. I turn a pale, more yellow-brown in the winter.

While best used in combination with a color, I suppose words like “tan” “fair” and “light” do work alone; just note that tan is less likely to be taken for “naturally tan” and much more likely a tanned White person.

Calling someone “dark” as description on its own is offensive to some and also ambiguous. (See: Describing Skin as Dark)

Undertones

Undertones are the colors beneath the skin, seeing as skin isn’t just one even color but has more subdued tones within the dominating palette.

pictured above: warm / earth undertones: yellow, golden, copper, olive, bronze, orange, orange-red, coral | cool / jewel undertones: pink, red, blue, blue-red, rose, magenta, sapphire, silver. 

Mentioning the undertones within a character’s skin is an even more precise way to denote skin tone.

As shown, there’s a difference between say, brown skin with warm orange-red undertones (Kelly Rowland) and brown skin with cool, jewel undertones (Rutina Wesley).

“A dazzling smile revealed the bronze glow at her cheeks.”

“He always looked as if he’d ran a mile, a constant tinge of pink under his tawny skin.”

Standard Description Passage

“Farah’s skin, always fawn, had burned and freckled under the summer’s sun. Even at the cusp of autumn, an uneven tan clung to her skin like burrs. So unlike the smooth, red-brown ochre of her mother, which the sun had richened to a blessing.”

-From my story “Where Summer Ends” featured in Strange Little Girls

Here the state of skin also gives insight on character.

Note my use of “fawn” in regards to multiple meaning and association. While fawn is a color, it’s also a small, timid deer, which describes this very traumatized character of mine perfectly.

Though I use standard descriptions of skin tone more in my writing, at the same time I’m no stranger to creative descriptions, and do enjoy the occasional artsy detail of a character.

Creative Description

Whether compared to night-cast rivers or day’s first light…I actually enjoy seeing Characters of Colors dressed in artful detail.

I’ve read loads of descriptions in my day of white characters and their “smooth rose-tinged ivory skin”, while the PoC, if there, are reduced to something from a candy bowl or a Starbucks drink, so to actually read of PoC described in lavish detail can be somewhat of a treat.

Still, be mindful when you get creative with your character descriptions. Too many frills can become purple-prose-like, so do what feels right for your writing when and where. Not every character or scene warrants a creative description, either. Especially if they’re not even a secondary character.

Using a combination of color descriptions from standard to creative is probably a better method than straight creative. But again, do what’s good for your tale.

Natural Settings - Sky

Pictured above: Harvest Moon -Twilight, Fall/Autumn Leaves, Clay, Desert/Sahara, Sunlight - Sunrise - Sunset - Afterglow - Dawn- Day- Daybreak, Field - Prairie - Wheat, Mountain/Cliff, Beach/Sand/Straw/Hay.

Now before you run off to compare your heroine’s skin to the harvest moon or a cliff side, think about the associations to your words.

When I think cliff, I think of jagged, perilous, rough. I hear sand and picture grainy, yet smooth. Calm. mellow.

So consider your character and what you see fit to compare them to.

Also consider whose perspective you’re describing them from. Someone describing a person they revere or admire may have a more pleasant, loftier description than someone who can’t stand the person.

“Her face was like the fire-gold glow of dawn, lifting my gaze, drawing me in.”

“She had a sandy complexion, smooth and tawny.”

Even creative descriptions tend to draw help from your standard words.

Flowers

Pictured above: Calla lilies, Western Coneflower, Hazel Fay, Hibiscus, Freesia, Rose

It was a bit difficult to find flowers to my liking that didn’t have a 20 character name or wasn’t called something like “chocolate silk” so these are the finalists. 

You’ll definitely want to avoid purple-prose here.

Also be aware of flowers that most might’ve never heard of. Roses are easy, as most know the look and coloring(s) of this plant. But Western coneflowers? Calla lilies? Maybe not so much.

“He entered the cottage in a huff, cheeks a blushing brown like the flowers Nana planted right under my window. Hazel Fay she called them, was it?”

Assorted Plants & Nature

Pictured above: Cattails, Seashell, Driftwood, Pinecone, Acorn, Amber

These ones are kinda odd. Perhaps because I’ve never seen these in comparison to skin tone, With the exception of amber.

At least they’re common enough that most may have an idea what you’re talking about at the mention of “pinecone.“ 

I suggest reading out your sentences aloud to get a better feel of how it’ll sounds.

“Auburn hair swept past pointed ears, set around a face like an acorn both in shape and shade.”

I pictured some tree-dwelling being or person from a fantasy world in this example, which makes the comparison more appropriate.

I don’t suggest using a comparison just “cuz you can” but actually being thoughtful about what you’re comparing your character to and how it applies to your character and/or setting.

Wood

Pictured above: Mahogany, Walnut, Chestnut, Golden Oak, Ash

Wood can be an iffy description for skin tone. Not only due to several of them having “foody” terminology within their names, but again, associations.

Some people would prefer not to compare/be compared to wood at all, so get opinions, try it aloud, and make sure it’s appropriate to the character if you do use it.

“The old warlock’s skin was a deep shade of mahogany, his stare serious and firm as it held mine.”

Metals

Pictured above: Platinum, Copper, Brass, Gold, Bronze

Copper skin, brass-colored skin, golden skin…

I’ve even heard variations of these used before by comparison to an object of the same properties/coloring, such as penny for copper.

These also work well with modifiers.

“The dress of fine white silks popped against the deep bronze of her skin.”

Gemstones - Minerals

Pictured above: Onyx, Obsidian, Sard, Topaz, Carnelian, Smoky Quartz, Rutile, Pyrite, Citrine, Gypsum

These are trickier to use. As with some complex colors, the writer will have to get us to understand what most of these look like.

If you use these, or any more rare description, consider if it actually “fits” the book or scene.

Even if you’re able to get us to picture what “rutile” looks like, why are you using this description as opposed to something else? Have that answer for yourself.

“His skin reminded her of the topaz ring her father wore at his finger, a gleaming stone of brown, mellow facades.” 

Physical Description

Physical character description can be more than skin tone.

Show us hair, eyes, noses, mouth, hands…body posture, body shape, skin texture… though not necessarily all of those nor at once.

Describing features also helps indicate race, especially if your character has some traits common within the race they are, such as afro hair to a Black character.

How comprehensive you decide to get is up to you. I wouldn’t overdo it and get specific to every mole and birthmark. Noting defining characteristics is good, though, like slightly spaced front teeth, curls that stay flopping in their face, hands freckled with sunspots…

General Tips

Indicate Race Early: I suggest indicators of race be made at the earliest convenience within the writing, with more hints threaded throughout here and there.

Get Creative On Your Own: Obviously, I couldn’t cover every proper color or comparison in which has been “approved” to use for your characters’ skin color, so it’s up to you to use discretion when seeking other ways and shades to describe skin tone.

Skin Color May Not Be Enough: Describing skin tone isn’t always enough to indicate someone’s ethnicity. As timeless cases with readers equating brown to “dark white” or something, more indicators of race may be needed.

Describe White characters and PoC Alike: You should describe the race and/or skin tone of your white characters just as you do your Characters of Color. If you don’t, you risk implying that White is the default human being and PoC are the “Other”).

PSA: Don’t use “Colored.” Based on some asks we’ve received using this word, I’d like to say that unless you or your character is a racist grandmama from the 1960s, do not call People of Color “colored” please. 

Not Sure Where to Start? You really can’t go wrong using basic colors for your skin descriptions. It’s actually what many people prefer and works best for most writing. Personally, I tend to describe my characters using a combo of basic colors + modifiers, with mentions of undertones at times. I do like to veer into more creative descriptions on occasion.

Want some alternatives to “skin” or “skin color”? Try: Appearance, blend, blush, cast, coloring, complexion, flush, glow, hue, overtone, palette, pigmentation, rinse, shade, sheen, spectrum, tinge, tint, tone, undertone, value, wash.

Skin Tone Resources

List of Color Names

The Color Thesaurus

Skin Undertone & Color Matching

Tips and Words on Describing Skin

Photos: Undertones Described (Modifiers included)

Online Thesaurus (try colors, such as “red” & “brown”)

Don’t Call me Pastries: Creative Skin Tones w/ pics I 

Writing & Description Guides

WWC Featured Description Posts

WWC Guide: Words to Describe Hair

Writing with Color: Description & Skin Color Tags

7 Offensive Mistakes Well-intentioned Writers Make

I tried to be as comprehensive as possible with this guide, but if you have a question regarding describing skin color that hasn’t been answered within part I or II of this guide, or have more questions after reading this post, feel free to ask!

~ Mod Colette

#writing tips #saving for more descriptive words

[endeavours-firey-pubes]

Adding to this, Bully reader getting broken and giving into Izuku. Just sobbing as you take every mean, relentless thrust that's given to you. Only getting wetter when he calls you a "Stupid slutty bitch." Because you were being particularly mean that day before he snapped and he's in a degrading mood.

horrid brainrot about izuku finally pinning bully!reader down at the waist in his bedroom and fucking your drooling pussy relentlessly, even when you squeal and whimper and kick your legs while they sit over his shoulders ‘cause s’too much. looking at you withered apart beneath him, with your ego crumpled just makes izuku more inclined to pay you back for all those taunts and insults you’ve snapped at him over the decade he’s known you.

“how does it feel? huh? maybe i’d be n-nicer if you’d stop bein’ so a-aggravating all the time.”

🥺 but he’s still such a simp. claw at his arms, whine his name all breathy n sweet into his ear—“please forgive me, Izu,”—and he’s moaning into your mouth, rocking his hips just a little slower so you can take it just a little easier.

grunts all grumpy in your ear, “can’t believe you wanna—fuck—act all sweet now. why is it always—a fight with you, kitty?”

#hhhh i been thinking bout this #brain go brrrr

[endeavours-firey-pubes]

head empty jus thinking abt bokuto going absolutely crazy having his face in between a chubby girls legs

tw soft dubcon... my fault OG 😔 coochie eating! s-scent kink? slight thigh fucking. MINORS DNI.

“K—Kou!”

Bokuto follows you when you fidget around, drags his face to meet your pretty cunt wherever it goes, moans gratefully when you squeeze his head with your thighs to keep him from pressing his nose against the crotch of your panties. It doesn’t work, just traps him in closer, with his hands gripping either thigh while your knees twitch and your legs tremble over his broad shoulders.

Bokuto loves being close to you. Loves being pressed against you, being inside of you. And he loves the feel of your cunt so much, when you try to wiggle away in embarrassment, he just has to chase after it. Loves how you clamp your thighs around him ‘cause they’re so soft, so pudgy and squishy, and the sounds you make when he gently bites into them are heaven-sent.

“K—Koutaro, I need—I need to shower, just got back from the gym, don’t—don’t—!”

“You smell good,” he grumbles, then pushes up on his arms to look at you, nuzzling his cheek over the cotton of your panties pulled tight over your plump lower tummy. There’s a pout in his voice that almost makes you soften. Makes you feel like you’re depriving something important from him. Golden eyes blink up at you from a crumpled face. A kicked puppy. “You always take me in your mouth when I get home fr’m practice...”

Your face warms. He’s embarrassing. “But that’s—different!”

Rough hands come up to press your knees into the air and move your legs out of the way so he can have easy access to your cunt. Bokuto manhandles you with an ease that makes your heart flutter; one arm holds both of your legs together while Bokuto’s other hand yanks your panties up your thighs by the damp crotch.

“These’re pretty,” he mumbles absentmindedly. “Won’t tear ‘em, I promise.”

“Kou,” you whine, “Koutaro—!” A harsh gasp cuts off your words. What were you saying?

Bokuto has his face buried in your cunt before you can remember. One hand presses both of your legs into the air. The other rubs gentle circles into your hip. Koutaro’s inhaling your cunt, sucking, slurping, whimpering at the taste of you filling his mouth as his eyes roll back into his skull.

He pries your knees apart as far as the panties will let him just to wiggle his face back between and let them crush his cheeks together. You’d think these were his favorite things, the way he’s always touching you here, pinching and biting and squeezing.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and tug, and Bokuto’s eyes roll back in absolute bliss. He’s got a hand slipping into his gym shorts before he even realizes it. Koutaro may be a lot of things, but patient is not one of them.

“They’re so squishy,” he sighs, pinching the back of one thigh for emphasis. Koutaro licks at his lips while your pussy juices are dripping down his chin. Strong arms pull you closer to the edge of the bed with ease, and you don’t even have enough time to squeal at the sudden manhandling before something wet and hot slots between your thighs.

“Mm, gonna make me cum.” He sucks in a breath, hugging the backs of your knees against his chest while humping his cock into the pillowy junction of skin your thighs create while he squeezes them together. The bed creaks and your tits bounce with every thrust, every sticky, slutty lurch of Bokuto’s cock throbbing desperately to explode all over your tummy. “Then we can—take a.. mmf... mnnn—b-bath... together.”

#this shit right here #this shit bussin #please im fucking melting