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brayneworms · 7 months

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cold as ice, baby | hinata hajime

kinktober day one: fingering

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content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, trans!hinata, gender neutral reader, fingering, established but new relationship, kissing, no real power dynamics but hinata likes being in control, biting, reader doesn't get touched but it's implied at the end

♪ freak - lana del rey.

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Some days, Hajime's self-loathing is no joke.

It feels like the heat in Jabberwock intensifies it sometimes. Sort of... bastes it. Like it's cooking in its own filthy greasy residue and making him feel all oily and gross and hot. So, so hot. Under that stupid sun he cooks, and he sweats, and he feels like they can all smell it on him.

Probably not though. He showers every day, and nobody gets close enough to try.

It makes him feel a little sick, is all. How much he wants you sometimes. He feels gross, barely a step above Hanamura or maybe worse. He feels like he should go to jail sometimes for the way he ogles you. It's a hot island, so sometimes you have so much skin out, shoulders and legs, gleaming from sunblock lotion, slightly tacky from the whitish paste. Or the sea salt in your hair, or the chapstick you'd loaned from Saionji on your lips, apple and cinnamon. Or the swimsuits. Hajime's mouth goes dry.

He does not want to think about you in swimwear. Because then he's not going to stop thinking about you in swimwear, and it'll lead somewhere bad, which is the whole fucking issue, really.

You're so new, the both of you. He's liked you for ages, but you've only been official for a month or so. He can't just pounce on you like a starving lion. Even though he wants to. Even though he really, really wants to.

He watches you sit cross-legged with Tanaka to feed his hamsters, or get a piggyback from Owari with her strong hands on your thighs, or sit down and braid Ibuki's hair into loving little plaits, your fingers skating over the pale skin of her neck and scalp.

And it does something to him. He imagines your hands, smoothing down the tawny skin of his arms, his waist, encircling his ankles, gripping his throat, buried in his hair. He looks at your fingers and imagines them balling up the stupid standard-issue bedsheets underneath you. He sees you stretch out your legs and sees them bent in half, over his shoulders, around his waist like a vice, your pretty eyes clenched shut, your pretty mouth hung open.

Heat pools in the pit of his stomach.

Avoiding you and taking a lot of cold—unforgivingly cold—showers makes for a good temporary solution, but oh look, hasn't he just shot himself in the foot and scored a home goal with it? Because it just means you come knocking on his cabin door looking for answers.

At night.

When everyone's asleep, and you're alone, and he's only wearing his boxers because of this stupid perpetual heat.

"Have I done something wrong?" you ask, your voice all small and hurt, and Hajime wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"No! Nonono," he blurts out in a panic, and he steps aside to let you in like a moron, like the idiot he so clearly is. It's not the first time you've been in his cabin, obviously, but it's night and you look all soft and vulnerable and he thinks you're freshly showered because he can smell the coconut bodywash you like to use.

But then reality breaks through because you look—honestly hurt, crossing your arms and shifting your weight from foot to foot, avoiding his eye, and then Hajime mostly just feels like a huge piece of shit.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, and pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes in a gesture of weariness. "It's—it really isn't anything you, uh, did. It's me. I'm just... weird."

"Weird about what?" you press, stepping forward. "C'mon, you can tell me. Whatever it is, we can just... talk it out."

You're so sweet. "It's—uh, honestly, it's just kinda really embarrassing. And stupid. And... weird. And I really don't wanna weird you out, or like, make you think I'm... something I'm not, 'cause I'm not, like, the thing that you're gonna think I am but I just—"

"Hajime." Your hands on his shoulders, clamping down. The warm soft skin dimples between your fingers. Hajime's voice dies in his throat. He stares on, cheeks cherry-red, entirely too hot, sweat collecting unpleasantly on the nape of his neck. "I can guarantee nothing you tell me is going to freak me out, or whatever it is you're scared of. And I can see it's clearly... weighing down on you."

You're so nice. Weighing down on you is such a nice choice of words. In reality he probably looks constipated from stress.

"It's just—" His tongue flicks out nervously to wet his lips, and your eyes absently flit down to track the movement, oh fuck, "It's just..." Bad idea bad idea bad idea. "I kind of... I don't want to come on too strong and... scare you off."

Your brow knits; he thinks he sees some sort of understanding fall into place behind your eyes, but it's kind of distant. "Come on too strong how?"

His blush spreads from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, down his neck. "I... ahaha..." The nervous breathless stupid laugh he gives makes him want to strangle himself. "Y-you know. When I'm around you, I..." He swallows hard. "It—I can't help but think about... stuff I shouldn't."

He sees the moment it clicks into place for you; the slight widening of your eyes, the parting of your lips. "A-ah."

Mortification floods him like a tsunami. "Sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should've—" He's burning alive, he's actually baking like one of Hanamaru's luxury strips of meat that he slowcooks in the oven for hours on end so the whole hotel building ends up stinking of fucking, chicken and stock and rosemary all day—

"Hajime, hey." Your hands squeeze on his shoulders. "Just—breathe for a sec, please, you're freaking me out but not for the reasons you think you are."

Hajime gulps, eyes you nervously, and takes in a few desperate pulls of air. He feels small, like he's actively shrinking.

"First of all. It's not... like, weird, you know, to f-feel that kind of stuff in general," you say, incredibly haltingly like it's very awkward for you. "But it's even less weird when you're actually, you know, in a relationship, and I—I don't want you to feel weird about this, that's all, or about telling me when you're—you know. Because I'd be down. I mean, to help. Assuming that's what you want, I mean."

Hajime stares at you. His brain abruptly throws up its hands, bluescreens, and goes for a smoke break.

"Wha—wha?" he says intelligently. You smile fondly, the kind of smile that reminds Hajime why he fell in love with you in the first place.

"Do you want me to help you out?" you repeat, very clearly, and Hajime buries his face in his hands. Heat shoots through him like liquid lightning, illuminating every pore of his body. He can feel it gather between his legs.

"You don't have to," he mutters, heart thumping against his ribcage.

"Hajime," you say pleasantly. "D'you think you're the only one who's had to hold themselves back?"

It's pure, unadulterated shock that makes him lift his face out his hands to gawp at you, but the moment he does you cup his face with both of your hands and kiss him. He wonders if you can feel the heat of his burning skin on your palms, whether you care, and then your tongue is in his mouth and he stops wondering anything at all. He groans softly against your lips, and finally his useless hands move and he's grabbing, curling a fistful of your shirt in one hand and cupping the back of your neck with the other. He feels like he's been depriving himself of you for so long, and for fucking what? You feel incredible.

He walks you backwards until your knees his the frame of his bed and you're unseated with an undignified yelp. You bounce on the mattress, peering up at him. Hajime swallows hard. "Is this... okay? We don't have to—anything you want, God, anything—"

You put two hands on his waist, just above the waistline of his boxers, and Hajime stammers to a halt. He gazes at you, wide-eyed, brilliantly red. You press your lips to the skin just under his navel and his stomach sort of convulses at the sensitivity, and you keep going, down the trail of hair that disappears behind the waistband of his underwear, kissing over the fabric until you get to—

Hajime jolts and swears. His hands clench reflexively into fists at his side. "Lay down," he bursts out, and then flushes deeper. "Uh... please. If you want to. I—"

You giggle and pry your hands off him, leaving him feeling colder than ever. Hajime watches, mouth dry as you drape yourself lazily over his bed. Your sleep short ride up your thighs, the collar of your shirt dips down, and all the skin is making his head dizzy. He clambers over you a little clumsily, hitting your knee with his with a thud that makes you wince.

"Sorry!" he panicks, hands fluttering nervously over your leg. "Sorry, did that—that was an accident, I—"

"It's okay, it's okay," you laugh, the back of your hand covering your mouth. "Jeez, Hajime. Relax a little maybe."

His flush must be crawling down his chest at this point. "Yeah. Maybe." He glances around. "Kind of hard."

"Is it?" you ask with a pointed glance at his boxers. He groans, but the levity is extremely welcome, makes him feel less anxious. Reminds him it's just you, and you would never seriously laugh at him. Reminds him that he's safe.

"Is it okay if I'm—I mean." He wipes his clammy palms surreptitiously over his thighs. "I feel better when I'm more... in control. Y'know?"

You smile up at him. "That's fine with me. Are you going to boss me around now?"

Hajime laughs feebly, glancing away. He thinks it's a reasonable pretense that the idea doesn't make him ten times wetter.

He kneels between your legs and kisses you. You're so soft, skin warm and pliant and fresh from the shower. He can't hold back a moan when your tongue slips against his, and when your hand slides over his waist again, the pinky finger of your hand grazing the band of his underwear, he finally plucks up the courage to grab your wrist and drag it.

He lets out a choked sound into your mouth as your pliant hand slides between his legs. Pulling back from the kiss, panting hotly against your mouth. "Okay?" he asks hoarsely. "Please, oh my god, I need... only if you want, only if you want to..."

Your hand twitches to life inside the tight grip of his fist, and you skim your fingers over the wet spot of the fabric of his underwear.

Hajime shudders, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. "Ah... oh, fuck..." His shaking hand drops your wrist, reprimanding himself fiercely for maybe grabbing you too hard, but you didn't say anything, but he shouldn't just grab you and lead you like you're cattle, he opens his mouth to apologise when you cup his cunt through his boxers and he loses the ability to do anything at all. Anything other than moan into your skin, starting to get salty from the heat and the proximity, and he goes delirious with the idea that he's ruining you a little. Like you've just showered, you'd scrubbed your body all over with lovely scented soap and he's going to undo it methodically, deliberately, and you're going to let him, when it's all over you're going to smell like sweat and him and you'll have to clean all over again.

It's an intoxicating thought, the idea that someone as soft as you would let someone like him mess you up.

Your hand slips under the waistband of his underwear, follows the trail of hair down and finding him soft and hot and dripping wet. Hajime curses as your fingers skate almost curiously over his clit, his folds.

"Oh shit," you curse, mumbling almost more to yourself. "Y-you're so wet."

He makes a high, embarrassed noise in the back of his throat, eyes clenched shut, and his hips rock up into your hand in a gesture that feels inherently needy.

Despite his grossly obvious urgency, you take the time to bring your fingers back to your mouth and press them inside. Hajime watches, slack-jawed, pupils blown. When you take your fingers out, they're gleaming wet, and you grin at him. "You taste amazing."

Hajime is assaulted with all new images; your head between his legs, his hand on the top of your hair or tangled in your hair. Your tongue, soft and skilled against him, dripping spit and cum onto the carpet, and he has to stuff his knuckles in his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud. Sweat drips off his forehead and lands on your chest.

"Y/n," he croaks. "I'm gonna lose my mind."

You smile almost shyly, as if you didn't just have your fingers in your mouth right in front of him. "O-okay. Okay. Just, um... okay, I got it."

Hajime swallows hard. "Y-you're still sure?"

"I'm so sure," you tell him earnestly. And with that your hand glides down, over his collarbones, the twin scars arching beneath his breastbone, down his tense stomach and under his boxers again. This time, your fingers move with purpose. They roll over his clit and down the centre of his folds, parting them, dipping inside just slightly before coming back up. He feels a shivering mix of pain and pleasure as two of your fingers circle his clit, an indication that he's almost too sensitive; he feels like he's on fire, like forks of lightning are emanating from the vertice between his legs, and he lets out choked, high noises against your throat.

Mindlessly, it seems, his hips roll against your head, seeking something more. You take the initiative to prod with one finger, dipping lower from the other before teasing at his entrance. His thighs shake and part slightly for you, and you slip inside without another word.

The breach feels like breathing for the first time; he's so wet and so sensitive that you slide inside with barely a hint of pain, easing in up to the first knuckle.

"Ohhh god," he groans, feeling mindless, feeling weightless. "Ohgodohgodohgod..."

"What should I—"

"More," he nearly begs. "I want you inside."

The word should be embarrassing, but they just aren't. Not in front of you. You get your finger in slowly, inch by inch until your knuckles press up against him and he's clenching the sheets with his free hands.

He almost convulses when your finger curls up like it's searching for something; it presses against a spongey spot inside him and he whines from somewhere deep in his chest, and he hears you swear to yourself as you start moving in and out.

"Nngh, oh—hah..."

Oh he's gonna die. Your fingers are inside him. He's gonna fuckin' die—

One turns to two turns to three, your thumb rolling constant circles over his clit, sometimes catching so sensitively that he has to bite back whimpers. There's the stretch and the burn but even that is okay, feels good after a few moments. He feels distantly really bad that he's not touching you, but he will after, fucking hell he will after, whatever you want him to, he'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on for making him feel so good right now. All too soon he feels the familiar tightening in his stomach like a band.

"H-hey," he gasps out. "I think I—I'm c-close, so..."

"O-oh," you say, sounding equally breathless. "It's okay."

Your fingers push up into him, curling almost viciously into that spot inside him just as your other hand taps his jaw and guides his face to yours for a kiss. It's barely more than panting against each other's lips as your thumb presses down hard on his clit.

"Fuck, fuck," he cries. "Fuck, you're so fuckin'—so perfect—'m cumming, shit—"

He sobs out as he cums, alight from the inside out, shaking like he's just been hit by lightning. The pressure is so much that he needs an outlet, his finges pressing bruising marks into your hip and thigh, and he turns his head and bites down almost feverishly on your collarbone.

You tap his arm with a yelp, fingers jerking inside him as he starts to come down. He can feel his release dripping down his inner thighs and he lifts his head groggily.

"Shit," he mumbles eloquently, staring at the teeth mark on your skin. He didn't break skin, thank fuck, but he still feels mortified. "Sorry. Oh my god, sorry. That was—that was a total accident, I..."

"Ah, it—it's okay." You swallow hard. "Was that..."

Hajime shakes his head dazedly. "Amazing," he croaks. "Y-you're amazing." He gets the werewithal to roll off you with his shaking limbs so his weight isn't pushing into you anymore.

You let out a long, slow breath. "Was pretty amazing for me too."

Hajime glances at you with a trickle of amusememt. "Not yet it wasn't."

Your brow scrunches in confusion—but realisation dawns when you feel his hand slide up your thigh. In his eyes is a question, one that you nod hastily to. Hajime grins weakly.

"Good," he breathes. "As soon as I get my breath back, it's your turn." And it sounds like the sweetest thing ever when he adds, a moment later with a twist of that characteristic cockiness that leaps out at the most inopportune of moments: "I can't wait to see how pretty you're gonna look when I make you cum."

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maesaeart · 4 months

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awhhhh... Hajime... seeing you tied up like this... It really suits you~

Thanks for spending the day with me... 💕

[BARE VER.]

Woah!! A-are you cu/mming just off my kisses?? Hajimeee~ I didn't know you were so innocent~

Normally, you're so serious~~ This makes me wanna mess you up, ya know?

[MARKED VER.]

Mmmm... I feel satisfied just by LOOKING at you~! You love my touch, don't you hajime? I'll be keeping your boxers as a promise to do this again, once we escape from here...

HAHAHAHHA hahaha.. IM SO EMBARRASSED HEHE////

Re-watching sdr2 gameplay reminds me how cute it is to tease hajime it kinda drives me insane LOL I wanna draw his messy face more owo

I also finished my finals for this semester so it looks like I GOT SOME FREE TIME TO BE A LIL NASTY HEHEHE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

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blueparadis · 2 years

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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 —» ❝ GRIND ME DOWN, ROLL ME UP❞ [ ❤︎ ] featuring Sakusa Kiyoomi, Atsumu Miya, Bokuto Koutarou, Oikawa Tooru, Tetsurō Kuroo, Rintarō Suna.

[ § ] — › In this world where alphas are supposed to donimate, to rule over omegas and betas, they tend to deviate and find a little solace in night clubs.

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[ CWs ] — › description of female anatomy, mention of brothels, s/d dynamics, s/m dynamics, bdsm themes, poly relationships, cockwarming, unprotected, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, mild dub-con, orals, bdsm themes, abo dynamics.

Alpha!Sakusa Kiyoomi is a man of resolve and surprise. He has only one type, the bratty ones. He is easily pinnable with the symmetric moles on the right side of the forehead; hence, he rarely visits nightclubs. But he never misses a day when he is in his rut. He knows most sex workers are clean, otherwise, they won't be allowed to work yet he always prefers to use condoms. Why? Because he is not willing to take any risks for bonding. He never lets the girls top him and it's either missionary or doggy style for him. Most girls lose count of how many times he has finished inside them leaving him disappointed and boastful but there was this one girl who remembered all the rounds, and even could soothe the heat, and calm the chaos in his mind. It was the best sex he has ever had and certainly, he did not mind having you bouncing on his cock, while he enjoys the view of your tits. But crawling back to her during his next rut would be the talk of the town and hence he started taking rounds in other clubs too. Now, he is not only a regular but also a golden member of the most popular clubs. He has been frequenting all the clubs in town lately, especially where he has never visited before but is never seen with any of his omegas. An alpha like him would have a bevy of omegas and betas. Most of his partners remained stoked whenever he visits hoping he would bring one of his omegas or at least a beta. Alpha!Sakusa Kiyoomi is a man of resolve and surprise, he did bring another partner and he was another alpha, Shūgo Meian. He never repeats girls but that day,he did; he broke his rules.

Omega!Atsumu Miya is a man of warm smiles and mischief. Unlike Alpha! Sakusa Kiyoomi, he never visits clubs during his heat cycles. He would rather spend time in his room, masturbating on and off and sending one of his chicks dirty texts, and videos of himself dry humping using a pillow. He does not expect them to respond but who knows? they might just come over. But other times, when he is not in his cycle, he visits clubs dragging along his brother, Omega!Osamu Miya, even though his brother was reluctant to accompany him. He prefers submissive, soft girls who are easy fucks since they seem to be vividly vocal when they're subject to back shots. With his brother having sprawled out on the couch, receiving a slow and sloppy head he would rather watch till he finishes his drink. Once, he relaxes a bit, and feels his skin burn with lust, he would start by eating her out to loosen her up since he is not leaving until he plugs up his cum in her tummy. There are times when his brother is unavailable and hence he hits the clubs alone. No alcohol this time, straight to sex and he pays for two girls. He has plans but he loves the rolls of pleasure when a girl sucks his cock with no gag reflex while he is just laying on the bed eating the other one out. He would not mind cumming into her mouth but he does not since it is just the first round; right before cumming he aligns both the girls near his knees and shoots the cum all over their boobs. While the betas are still catching their breath, rubbing the cum on their boobs while being sucked into the moment, he jocks down to kiss one of them, doesn't matter which one, the one who just ate or the one who gave him head. But maintains eye contact with the other. He can't help but smirk when he notices the other crawling toward him to have his attention. Omega!Atsumu Miya is a man of warm smiles and mischief, he likes to play with his partners.

Alpha!Bokuto Koutarou is a guy of 'all work and all play make jack the best boy". With his warm and out forward nature, he is wanted by most girls but his big stature scares all the kinds, especially when he visits in his rut or pre-rut. So, he often ends up paying for multiple ones. Something about watching the girl being deep-throated by Kuroo is more enticing than the one sucking him off. He rarely fucks raw or goes for vaginal sex since the moment he is inside her, he feels an inexplicable urge to knot her. On most days, he is accompanied by Kuroo but sometimes he hits the clubs alone. When he is done warming up by getting a blow job while eating out another one, either he selects one or them or strictly hunts for a beta. Betas are safe since he can't knot them even if he wants to. Alpha!Bokuto Koutarou is a guy of 'all work and all play make jack the best boy", so he never walks into your room, empty-handed. With his heavy and girthy cock inside your butt hole, having you seated on his lap, he abuses your cunt with a Hitachi wand. He has a great precision about pace and intensity along with a bad habit of talking, talking about things like, "Think you can play with your boobs, angel?" And with that heat pooling in your vagina, unable to glide against him you just obey without hesitation. He snorts before murmuring, "that's it. good girl." "Now try not to scream", he warns before maximizing the intensity.

Delta! Tetsurō Kuroo is a man of exquisite taste and neat habits but he often falters when he is in his heat. He is quite popular in clubs since he tips heavily. Generally, the girls fight over him and he certainly would not mind buying them all at once but unlike other days, he has none to share today. So, he is just here to clear his foggy mind. One thing about Delta! Tetsurō Kuroo is that he either warms in the flogging room when he is not in his rut or by a lap dance is enough if he is in the cycle. But he never fucks the girl who greets him during the warm-up session, and always tends to pick another beta; so the girls rarely greet him in the common room. He knows all the girls are clean and hence he does not use condoms, ever. But today, he is not with his partner, and when you were done in the warm-up session he caught you by surprise by his hand kneading your ass. It was tempting but when he shoved his hands inside that thin panty, he knew he had to fuck you. His fingers were slick when he pulled them out. His bashful eyes and embarrassing red cheeks were an open invitation to his pre-rut urges. "WHICH ONE?" , he asks and you guide him to your room, leaving all the other girls stunned. Delta! Tetsurō Kuroo is a man of exquisite taste and neat habits; no one thought he would break his routine just because a mere beta greeted him but only Kuro knew you were one of a kind, ready to bend your limits and test his when he denied every peaking orgasm and you did not beg. Luckily, his pre-rut hormones were acting, that made him fuck you, watch your belly swell with his seed.

Sigma! Oikawa Tooru is a man of experiments and observation although he is primarily here by his beta, Iwaizumi Hajime. During the first session, Iwaizumi points out the girls he has fucked witless and who kept up till the end when he tapped out. They'll even watch a couple of pole dances and stripteases till the sigma male becomes comfortable and settles in with an option. That was his first time when Sigma!Oikawa Tooru had a taste of lust. Days after, he is back again and alone this time. He did not miss your occasional stares while his friend was inside you and Oikawa was jacking off as he watched you cream on another cock. The moment he enters he does not waste time in warm-up sessions. Thanks to your ongoing heat cycle, he could spot you from your scent even if you were in your bunny outfit, masked. He does not back off from stealing you from alpha even though you were already reserved. "Oh please, I'll be quick," he remarks to the booth holder, eyes strictly on your exposed outfit. Now, an alpha has paid for you and wants you during your heat cycle and this man walks in like he literally owns the place. But nobody can't say no to money and even if you could, you did not. "Just let my client know that I'm still preparing", was all you said before you dragged him into your room. As soon as the door was closed, he was a different man, a statue. You pondered if he became nervous just; like the other day since it was probably his second visit after all but turns out he came with plans. With the heat pooling in between your panties, he did not waste to abuse it further. Sigma! Oikawa Tooru is a man of experiments and observation; "How long have you been thinking of me? every day? every night? ", he rasps while fingering you being in a collected composure. "every moment, sir", you chimed with a smirk. That was not what he expected, he wanted you to finger till you beg him to stop. And that was all it took to push him on the bed and fuck him witless.

Gamma!Rintarō Suna is a boy of secrets and sweet lies. With his dearest friend, Omega!Osamu Miya, Rin tends to pick the betas on his friend's recommendation. Why would he not? Especially when the girls tell him how much better he is than the blonde one. "come on that's something you should never tell in presence of that cute brother of his", he chimes, and when the girl giggles sitting prettily on his lap, naked and exposed, cockwarming him, he knew he did his job well: to know which girls have the most chances of being knotted by the blonde omega. After all, it is one of his duties to watch the twins back. But Gamma!Rintarō Suna never shares his options, not even with his alpha, Kita. He never starts to pick that particular girl until Osamu is perfectly washed out in pleasure having the oh-so vanilla aftercare. After his 'show-off' warm-up session, he prefers to eat pussy, watch the girl scream in pleasure, and with their hands tied to a spreader bar he can even jack off while lapping the juices of her arousal. He loves how the girl squirms and begs for him to stop. He rarely fucks. Why? because he can't risk knotting someone especially when he is in charge of lecturing a certain someone else and oh my ! he loves his job. He will taste anything and everything that does not have a whiff of vanilla. He is very fond of pet play and when you're done stretching yourself out while sucking him off, he will gladly fuck your ass having a vibrator inside your pussy. Don't you dare deny him, he won't let you cum if you refuse his forward behaviors. Gamma!Rintarō Suna is a boy of secrets and sweet lies. He will tell you how you're how he is addicted to your pussy and get all the names of rebels that have ever fucked you just to spite them later by telling, "y/n huh? she did mention you lasted just two rounds"

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moowrites · 1 year

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Summary: You like to compete with Hajime on everything. The current competition? Who fucks Nagito better.

Warnings: Not proofread, English isn't my first language so.. Smut.

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Hajime has been in your life as long as you can remember. He has been there since day 1.

Lterally.

His mother was your mother's best friend. You two had play dates since you could hold your head up.

Yet, your personality always clashed with his. His mother thought you two would date when you both grew.

However, you two would turn everything into competitions. Even in adulthood, everything was a challenge to show which one of you was superior. And while Hajime excelled in what you didn't, you would smirk whenever you'd beat Hajime. Even now.

"So? Which one of us is better?" Hajime makes direct eye contact with you as he moves his hips at a constant yet painfully slow speed into his boyfriend. His fistful of white hair. The boy with said white hair tearing up as he felt overwhelmed by the amount of times he has come already.

"I- I don't know." The boy stutters as his eyes filled with water threatening to spill at any given moment.

Your hand strokes Nagito, watching as more precum came out of the pretty pink tip he had. "You know, Hajime's your boyfriend." You remind him, your right hand working with his nipple as your left continues to stroke.

You smirk at Hajime who groans in frustration, his hips hitting Nagito's hips as he starts to pound into him. This causes Nagito to repeatedly hit your chest with his back. You were sitting against the headboard of the bed, Nagito against your chest. "I'm.." Nagito hiccups, his eyes rolling as he cums yet again. You remove your hand and use your foot to push Hajime away in a gentle manner as to not hurt him.

Nagito whines at the sudden emptiness left inside of him. You coo as you flip Nagito over, smushing his face into the pillow beneath him. You put another pillow underneath Nagito, right below his tummy to keep his ass up. At least elevate it a bit. "Poor poor Nagito. He uses you, doesn't give you the love you deserve."

"I'm trash, undeserving of love.." You trail your hand down his back. You hum at his words, using your thumb to spread Nagito a bit. "Is that so? Or did he make you believe that?" Hajime tries to intervene, to which you shake your head at. "No..he tells me that I'm more." Nagito whines again, his hole clenching around the single finger you had inserted. "And you don't believe him?" You start moving your finger, adding another and gradually speeding up. You curl your fingers, reaching into that spot that made him raise his head from the pillow. "Fuck!" He cries out, Hajime puts a hand on your shoulder as to tell you to stop.

You shake your head again, "watch." You then continue to finger the sweet boy, his legs twitching as you do. "Would you like me to stop, Nagito-kun?" "No! Please! Let me be selfish and filth your fingers with a nobody like me! A person with such ultimate shouldn't touch me, but I need this!" You look at Hajime, looking for a cue to take it further. He nods and you speed up your fingers.

Nagito cries out as he cums into the pillow. You slow down and pull your fingers out. "Good boy." You praise Nagito as you help him flip over the pillow so he doesn't feel the stickiness of his own cum on himself. "It's the little things that matter, Hajime-kun. You can't just fuck him the same way you fucked me before." Hajime looks at his boyfriend, your words hitting him right in the face. Ever since you broke up with him, he used Nagito like a sex toy rather than an actual partner like he used to. The polyamorous relationship turned monogamous and gloomy. "You have to listen to his body, heart, and mind." Truth is, you had missed Nagito ever since you broke up with them both. You had missed Hajime as well, but Nagito was the piece you both needed. The piece that completed you both. The fact that Hajime had neglected him, you couldn't bear that.

And Nagito felt as if it was his fault you left.

The actual reason you left?

You were pregnant with their baby.

But they didn't have to know that. Even though they would notice in 5 months from now.

#nagito smut #hajime smut #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #nagito x reader #hajime x reader #danganronpa v2 #danganronpa nagito #nagito x hajime #komahina #komahina x reader

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hajimeskitten · 2 years

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divorced iwa!

when the two of you drop your kid off to one another it’s always some sort of chemistry and Hajime ask if you could stay for dinner with them.. and you don’t try to refuse because you were just gonna go home and watch some cheesy sitcom shows. You get dinner started your daughter sits in front of the tv watching disney movies.. you miss this actually, being with Iwa he’s all you’ve ever known since highschool.. honestly the two of you got a divorce because the lack of communication, both of you were busy plus the baby, instead of you two fixing the situation you just thought it’d be best to separate at the time.

As your cutting the food up you kind of go on autopilot

“do you feel like we should’ve stayed married” iwa’s voice snaps you out of your trance.. “well.. yeah sometimes i really wish we stayed together i miss you so much hajime” before he could say anything your daughter comes rushing in the kitchen wanting to know if the food is ready, her big eyes starring up at the two of you .. “of course princess go set the table up with mommy” iwa gives her a kiss on the forehead before she runs off dragging you along with her… Hajime fixes everyone plates and brings them to the table .. your daughter starts the conversation “how was work today daddy did the big volleyball guys scare you” she asks…both you and Iwa chuckled at her “no princess i train them to become big and scary” he growls at her to shake her up a bit “woah daddy you’re cool” she lights up giggling. she stuffs her mouth with rice balls before turning around in her chair to look at the tv across the room.. “how was your day beautiful” iwa grabs hold to your hand.. “it was ok i had a lot going on today but i managed” you respond.. by the time dinner is over your daughter’s head is trying to stay vertical but she keeps titling over from her sleepiness. Hajime picks her up and takes her to her bed where she sleeps peacefully for the rest of the night.. then, he comes up behind you while your washing the dishes giving your shoulders a nice massage trying to relax you because you’ve been tense for a while now he can see it. “why don’t you get some rest beautiful” you know Hajime means well. “ y/n i don’t want you stressing you know if you need a break you need to let me know i promise i’ll take our princess for a few extra days” .. you turn around to meet his eyes before kissing his lips tasting his vanilla chapstick “i’m not tense that type of way hajime” .. it takes a while for him to comprehend it before his eyes widening.. are you saying you’re sexually fustrated? the two of you haven’t had sex since the divorce.. and he’s has sex with women after.. so are u saying you aren’t having sex?

hajime has you spread across the bed legs wide, face on perfect display for him.. “if i’d known you haven’t fucked anyone after me, i would’ve came to fuck this pretty pussy when you needed me to doll” he kisses the tears on your cheek, rubbing the sweaty hair out of your face “focus pretty girl i don’t need you passing out for cumming on daddy’s dick” one of his hands cups your face and the goes to play with your clit.. you haven’t felt this in so long.. the blitz of cumin “only want u daddy fuck me please please” you love how he pays attention to your body, knows which spots to touch to get you going “missed you too baby never got to tell you earlier.. miss you and miss this pussy.. my pussy baby mine” in this moment you realize either way it goes you’ll spend the rest of your life with Iwaizumi Hajime “give me another baby please” that was like music to his ears he could give you however many kids you want aslong as “gonna be my pretty wife again first?” he’s asking while he ruts in you “ yes yes gona be ur wife again m’ bout to cum daddy” in the whole world you’re the only woman he needs “ gonna cum in this pussy make u full again” as he pushes deep into you to let his cum flow out you feel the sensation of his cock head touching your cervix pushing you over the edge.

“did you mean it you’ll be my wife again” he’s pulling you close to his chest just wants to stay like this forever “i mean it with everything i’ll be your wife”

#iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi smut #husband!iwa #iwa smut #hajime smut #kitten!post #daddy!

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writer-komaru · 2 years

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Prompt: Dom!Male!Reader secretly fucking Hajime while having breakfast

Anon!~

(I don’t think I wrote it the way you might have wanted, but I couldn’t think of anything else but this. I hope this will still suffice! :> tho… Hajime noises… imagine if he made the same sounds a Shuichi >////<)

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Knock, knock, knock!

You gradually opened your eyes, rubbing your blurry vision clear. The knocking at your front door persisted, causing you to slump out of bed to answer it.

“*Yawn* Coming….”

You opened the door, aspecting to see your boyfriend, Hajime, waiting for you. But, this wasn’t the case. Kinda. Before you could even get a look at the person at the door, they lunged at you, holding you up with their hands on your thighs and plopped you on the nearest table. You winced in fright, your eyes screwed shut.

‘Focus. Focus. FOCUS! Were you about to be killed? Or raped?! Or kidnapped?!? What was going on!!?!

You harnessed your other senses to try to make sense of the situation. You could hear heavy breathing and a raspy voice that tried to get words out, but were interrupted by more heavy pants. By the sound of the intruder you could tell it was Hajime, which put some sense of relaxation into you. But the thing that worried you the most was what you felt. Your body jolted as you felt the tightening grip of your thighs and a hard mass pressing against your… lower region.

“H-H-Hajime?!?”

“I-I- Ahhh~ I’m s-sorry I just- Agh!- I-“

He could barely form a coherent sentence as he started to hump your body, his arms and legs shaking from the intensity of the feeling inside of him. It overwhelmed his senses. You could immediately tell something was very wrong. You hooked your feet around his legs and kicked back, trying to make enough space for your escape. His grip loosened and you squirmed out, pulling your hands on his shoulders

“I-I-“ he let out a couple stiffened breaths, trying to regain his consciousness, “ I’m sorry I don’t know what’s- ughh!!!”

He growled in embarrassment, hiding his blushing face with his hands.

“Hajime, what’s happening? Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah… it’s.. complicated. I just… Can you.. help me?”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want me to-“

DING DONG BING BONG!

Both of your startled eyes quickly snapped to the screen in your room.

“Good morning, you brats! It’s now 7 am and the day has just begun! It’s another beautiful island day! Make the most of it, or else someone else might!~ Head to the restaurant to grab yourself some grub!“

Well. Shit.

“Fuck…” Hajime grunted, palming himself through his pants. He clearly had to have this taken care of, but it would look suspicious to the others if you arrived to the restaurant late. You tried to think of something quick, the sounds of Hajime’s heavy breaths echoing in your mind. Then, it came to you. You gave Hajime a suspiciously sadistic smirk.

“W-What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, don’t worry! Let’s go to the restaurant before it gets late!”

“B-B-But I can’t! You know I can’t! Are you trying to embarrass me or something?!”

“Oh no, you’ll find out!~”

You took his arm and led him out of your cabin.

“Good Morning everyone!”

Sonia smiled happily at you both. Hajime waved to her in return, averting eye contact.

“Good morning to you too, Sonia!”

You smiled back at her and took a seat at the table.

Hajime say next to you, scowling at you for forcing him to come along. He hoped and prayed no one got a glimpse of his extremely hard erection as he entered. Fuck, he was so embarrassed.

“I see everyone is here! How hopeful! I knew the mighty ultimates would make it through another night!”

“Stop sounding so dark, Nagito.”

“My apologies, Chiaki.”

“I heard from Monomi that she defeated another one of those Monobeasts. Should she check out the island in case it has a way to escape this place?”

“Jeez, how can a freaking stuffed animal defeat those huge monsters?!” ~Soda

“…We should be careful. Monokuma might be trying to trick us.”

It took all the will power he had to sound as normal as possible.

‘Fuck… could this get any worse?’

Little did he know, it was only getting started.

You leaned over to the flustered male, resting your hand on his thigh.

“Stay quiet. I’ll help you with your problem~”

His breath hitched as you trailed your fingers on his erected tip. Fuck, if his mind wasn’t so hazy, he would be cursing you out. He lowered his head to hide his blush and slowly ate his food. You giggled, looking back at the others and continuing the conversation. You hooked your leg around his and forced his thighs apart, wrapping your whole hand around his dick and pumping. He couldn’t think straight. Actually, he couldn’t think at all. His mind was blank. His eyes screwed shut, his back hunching forward as he struggled to hold himself back. He desperately wanted to pull you into another room and get his brains fucked out by the large cock. He let out the hottest strained breaths and moans you have ever heard in your whole life. You could tell this man was using every ounce of energy he had to keep himself from cumming right in front of all of his friends. Suddenly, just as he felt like he couldn’t hold himself back anymore…

“Hello, you snots! I have some very important news to share!~”

Everyone turned their attention to the small black and white bear that suddenly appeared. But most importantly, at least to Hajime, is that you let go of him. He was very released and let out a pent up sign, but a part of him anxiously wanted to finish already! The pain of unbearable! [:)]

And you could tell by the look on his face what you wanted. So thinking quickly, but also without logic, you jumped onto his lap. He let out a muffled cry of pain and pleasure as your ass pressed harshly against his dick. That was it. That's all he needed. Just one more firm press of your ass against him and he came in his pants, his hands desperate to not let any cries out. You could feel the growing wetness of his pants against you. You bounced off his ducks and smirked at him. He only grows angrily at you, averting eye contact out of embarrassment. He fucking came in his pants in public all because you sat on his lap! He was acting like a fucking virgin!!

But why did he enjoy it so fucking much?

♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪ <3

#hajime smut #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa #danganronpa smut #hajime x y/n #hinata x reader #hajime hinata #hinata hajime #dr hajime #drv2 x reader #hajime danganronpa #drv2 smut #Hajime #hajime x reader

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echosage · 1 month

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૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₊˚✧JUJUTSU KAISEN LINKS PT.4 (FINALLY) !!

MDNI !! | CW : P in v, BDSM, fingering, riding, public sex, spanking, brat taming, GOGOGOGO. Overall smut smh. (This post finally includes black reader for someones request! Hope you like it!)

A/N : It's been a year daddy...... I really really missed u. OMG 😭 pls don't kill me ik i said i was posting this like three months ago, but i just got disconnected from reality or some shit like that, i'm so sorry pookies 😭😭😭

₊˚✧ Todo Aoi !!

Something quick before you shower.

Todo fingering you because you just ask too nicely.

Uh-oh, he gets obsessed with fingering you.

Size kink with Todo.

Todo's dream was to see you dressed up as one of Takada Chan's outfits, so you comply, and he's REALLY excited.

You just are enchanted with his size, so you get so sloppy when you suck him off.

₊˚✧ Naoya Zenin !!

Naoya taking you in the living room of the Zenin estate.

Preparing you to take him even inside of your tiniest holes.

Taming you, because you had starting to reveal against him.

Naoya using you like a ragdoll.

How your dates with Naoya always end.

He needed to fuck you one last time before he dropped you off at your parents house.

₊˚✧ Kashimo Hajime !!

Taking you from behind before your husband gets home.

Morning sex with Hajime.

Riding him, and he swears you are a siren at how you hipnotize him everytime you do it.

BDSM with Hajime.

Secret to no one: Hajime it's really big.

FWB Hajime.

Kashimo eating you out as you deserve to.

#jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #hajime kashimo #jjk kashimo #kashimo x reader #todo aoi #naoya zenin #naoya smut

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peltingaway · 1 year

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sitting on him is always fun. <3

contains: cockwarming, struggling to hold in horny hormones, cursing, slight choking, creampie?, rough touches, teasing, cunt and good girl are used

he was under the impression that he had strong willpower until he decided to try cockwarming with you.

he groans as you shift your body for something for the third time. his arms are wrapped snug around your waist per usual for movie night.

he regrets making popcorn for this occasion now, the feeling of your warm velvety walls giving him teasing jolts of pleasure from friction is driving him insane.

usually, he'd think you munching on popcorn is pretty cute. but now it feels like you're eating popcorn constantly on purpose.

everytime you lean over to grab more, you can't help but shiver as he fills you again, each time feeling like the first.

he bites back a moan, inhaling sharply as he calls out to you. "y/n, i-..i think we'd...be better off if we just fucked." hearing him jumble and stutter over his words makes you giggle.

"this is totally your fault for suggesting it~" you tease, lifting your hips slightly before sinking back down and squeezing around him.

"nghh-! y/n, are you really teasing me right now?" he grunts and moves his hand up to cup your breast, using his pointer and thumb to pinch at your nipple. "two can play that game" he says, with a lustful smirk on his face.

but, that didn't go well for him. when he pinched your nipple your hips bucked and that made him feel as if he was on the edge of short circuiting, making him release this embarrassing strangled noise.

your cunt just won't stop clenching around him, did you really think he could handle the hot feeling with your slick?

his lips brush against your ear as whispers. "fuck this." and places his hand around your throat, making you arch as he starts to thrust up into you.

the deep, rumbling sigh of relief he made when he was finally able to slide into you made you squeeze your thighs together.

whenever you try to control the movement of his thrusts, he'll squeeze your throat tighter momentarily until you're good for him. saying things like "there you go baby, just like that."

cockwarming was 10x worse than wearing something like a cock ring, he was sure of it.

even though he felt teased to death, there was just something about it, holding himself back before being able to pound the hell out of you.

his knees started to buckle as he got close, sputtering over his words. "yes, yes, let me fuck that cunt, that's a good girl."

now that he hears you whimpering and moaning for him, he's sure this cockwarming this wouldn't have worked out anyway.

there's just no way he'd be able to let you get off his cock without cumming on it at least once.

he feels himself get dizzy and lost in the feeling of your cunt, starting to let out moans that sounded more like whines of him pleading to let him cum inside. "c'mon baby, 'lemme fill you, make 'ya nice 'nd warm."

well, maybe cockwarming wasn't the worst thing ever.

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iwas-princess · 1 year

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iwaizumi hajime • princess wishes

“pl-please, iwa.” you sobbed pleadily, tugging against the tight ropes around your wrists.

your boyfriend just shook his head in protest instead, a dry chuckle leaving his lips as he paced around the bed, his predatory eyes boring into your bound body. each curve of the rope that dug into your plush skin melted his heart— and cock. the sight of seeing his precious baby all tied up and helpless made his mind go blank and attentively focus of the beautiful girl sprawled out on the bed.

his rough fingers gently traced along your figure, purposely missing your sensitive parts and angles to tease you more. whines of disproval at his actions left your lips, much to his pleasure. seeing you like this for him had his cock leaking in his pants and twitching impatiently. oh how he wanted to fill you— breed you— with his sticky cum until you were too sensitive for anymore. he wanted you too feel the stretch of him for days, his cock to leave an imprint of your cunnie, mold it for him only.

“please, iwa. please, make me cum.” you begged for him blindly.

iwaizumi only smirked to himself satisfied before grazing a finger along your cheek softly, tauntingly.

“oh, you poor princess.” his pretend sympathy laced his voice as he spoke to you ever so gently. “tell daddy what’s wrong? what way do you need to be touched, little one?”

you sniffled.

“need your cock, daddy.”

he hummed in satisfaction at your statement, appreciating your taught obedience. he did that. he taught you how to please him. that you were no one else’s; just his. fuck, he just loved you so much. he could never stop thinking about you, you were all that plagued his mind and the only thought that ever mattered to him. your beautiful plump body, the way it was built like the goddesses were and glew with such perfection that left him speechless. and it was all for him to cherish and protect.

his

“whatever my princess wishes.”

#iwaizumi 🌷#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x reader smut #iwaizumi x chubby reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwa smut #iwa x reader #iwazumi smut #hajime x reader #hajime smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu lemon #sejioh

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selfishdoll · 7 months

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NOW PLAYING…. TOUCH

Just back into it, and let it touch

JJK MEN & THEIR REACTIONS TO YOU USING THEIR CROTCH TO SHOW OFF YOUR NAILS

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, & takuma ino.

cw: modern au (?), suggestive content (ofc) ooc characters(?), reader being a little shit, etc.

i’ve always found this tiktok trend adorable, and thought it would be nice to write hcs on with them. these are unedited so excuse typos and other mistakes. i might do more later.

KASHIMO HAJIME.

the nail designs you chose were cute, but a little cheesy. a simple cyan base with purple lighting bolts on each ring finger.

you came back from the shop to spot kashimo resting on your couch, clearly tired from either fighting a curse or general working out. you tapped him, showcasing your nails the moment you got his attention. hajime would only give you a small smirk, leaning his head back again to rest.

the idea would then pop into your head, softly declaring you needed to take a picture to show your friend. he didn’t care enough to respond.

but, that quickly changed when you sat beside him, resting your hand right on his crotch.

what are you doing?

you shushed him a bit, declaring his white pants were a perfect background. a plausible excuse, one that he believed less and less when he realized you were massaging him through his pants.

he allowed it to go on for a moment before he snatched your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

don’t start something you can’t finish, [y/n].

and well, you spent the rest of that evening facing the consequences of your actions. you never did send that picture.

GOJO SATORU.

probably asked you to get his tip color. you refused, much to his dismay.

you settled on a pretty blue and white design, curtesy of his eyes and hair. you sent a picture of it to him while in the shop; your lover hearting the image instantly.

on the way home, you were scrolling through your tiktok feed and came across the trend. a cheshire like grin covered your features soon after.

making it home, gojo wasn’t busy with anything, simply sitting on the couch and watching some random show. he greeted you and attempted to get touchy, only for you to declare you had to take a picture of your nails first.

just use the one you sent me?

no, baby, i wanna use a different one.

although confused, the man shrugged a bit, focus turning back to the tv. you sat on the couch beside him, humming as your phone hovered above your hand that rested on your thigh. taking a quick glance to assure he wasn’t looking, you reached over, placing your hand right on his crotch.

gojo noticed you instantly, eyes falling from the tv screen and over to your hand, eyebrows pinched close. he said nothing however, simply watching you closely. the moment you began to rub him, however, he was adjusting his hips eyes lifting to yours, adoring an are you serious? expression.

what’s wrong? you tried to play dumb, all while your hand still moved, not so secretly anymore. gojo would only grin at you, pretty dimples exposed, turning back to the tv.

nothing.

in that moment his hand reached over to your bare thigh, gently tapping it; fingers stroking the inside of them.

this had now became a game of who would crack first.

and much to your dismay, you always did.

GETO SUGURU.

your choice of design was a black base with his initials on each ring finger. when sending a picture to the man he complimented them, and was clearly happy his name was on your fingers.

you had been planning to do the trend on him the moment you saw it, booking an appointment the next day. you just wanted to see his reaction, to see if your normally calm and collected boyfriend would react differently.

you were basically rushing into the house the moment you locked your car, entering to spot him on the couch reading a book. you two greeted each other with a soft kiss the moment you walked over.

you really like my nails, suguru?

mhm.

lemme show gojo. you hummed, pulling your phone from your pocket. you bit the inside of your cheek, reaching over and planting your hand right on his crotch. you felt his eyes on you for a moment before they drifted back to his book. which, frustrated you.

and so, you adjusted your hand, a false mumble of needing a better angle exiting you. except the adjusting didn’t stop, seeing as you began to gradually rub your palm up and down his crotch.

you jumped a bit as he shut his book closed, grabbing your wrist and pushing it against his hardening length even more.

now, you deal with it? understand?

NANAMI KENTO.

much to nanami’s embarrassment, you used his tip color. he tried to talk you out of it, but it happened. how they color matched it was above him. and why you did such a thing was above him as well. but, he did have to admit the nails were still pretty.

when you got home the man was busy with some paperwork at his desk, grumbling to himself every once in a while. you walked over with a gentle smile, watching his tense shoulders fall the moment you made your presence known.

you then showed off your nails, nanami simply shaking his head with a smile.

you got a bit needy the moment his eyes turned back to his desk however, biting the inside of your cheek before a brilliant idea popped into your mind. you find a chair beside his desk, scooting a bit close to his own. which wasn’t suspicious, you did that often.

what was suspicious was you reaching over, placing your hand onto his crotch.

[y/n]…

just trynna get a good picture. your pants are the perfect color. the excuse left you quickly, hearing the man sigh softly to himself but allowing your hand to remain there.

that was until, you began to carefully slide your hand up and down his crotch— back and forth. nanami didn’t left it go on for long before he was grabbing you by the forearm, pulling you up from your chair and over to his lap.

oh, ken, your paperwork..

that can wait. can’t ignore you when you’re being so damn needy..

TAKUMA INO.

to ino’s surprise, you somehow got your nail lady to carefully draw his masked face on your ring finger. the moment you sent the picture he was amazed and very happy. something you found adorable.

so of course you decided to toy with him.

coming home you spotted the man not really doing anything, simply resting on the couch. he smiled up at you, eyes following you as you walked over to sit beside him. his arm came to wrap around you, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment; simply watching tv.

until you swore softly, pulling your phone from your pocket. gotta take a picture for a friend.. you would mumble, something ino barely acknowledged.

the moment your hand was on his crotch, however, his eyes fell from the tv quickly, staring down at your hand.

uh, y/n…

sorry baby, just gotta use your pants. you claimed, the man muttering nervous ok, going completely still— clearly not wanting to mess up your photo. you smiled at this, nearly feeling bad for what you were about to do to him.

slowly you carried your palm up and down his crotch, feeling the hand on your hip twitch. continuing the facade, you tilted your phone every so often, attempting to find the correct position; all while poor ino attempted to calm his rising hard on. he tried so hard too.

just as you felt his hard length through his sweats, you snapped a photo, rising from the couch— placing a chaste kiss to his cheek on the way.

thanks baby, imma take a quick shower.

needless to say, ino was a bit confused and disappointed, only able to give you a small nod— watching you walk away. ignorant to the fact you were holding in your laughter.

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maesaeart · 5 months

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I PASSED MY FINALL HERES A ZESTY PREVIEW BC IM FREEEEEE AT LAAST

#hahaHAHAHA UHHHH #YEAH ITS NEW FOR ME TOO #saedraws #danganronpa #posting from twt #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #danganronpa smut #danganronpa hajime #hajime hinata #hajime x reader #self insert #oc x canon #danganronpa fanart #super danganronpa 2 smut #hajime smut #dwdw nagito is always soon to come

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: *sigh* once again, unedited, not proof read, all characters are aged up. minors DNI.}

warnings: somnophilia?, nipple sucking, abt titty obsessed men

i keep thinking of how he’s so obsessed with boobs. even non sexually, stressed out?, his hands creep up under your top, just holding them. squeezing them, feeling their warmth. even in his sleep, he likes holding one titty in his palm. small or big, perky or not, he loves it. and when he wakes up earlier than you, feeling a little hot and bothered, his cock semi hard, he slowly lifts up your tee, his index finger tracing circles around your nipple. his breath warm on your nipples, causing them to harden. “mmh” you stir lightly in sleep but are too tired to wake up and notice what’s going on. he looks at you, to see whether you’re awake. he notices you’re still asleep, so he cups your breasts gently. both his index fingers, circling around your nipples, his eyes are fixated on them. he lowers his head slowly, taking one of your nipple into his mouth. his warm mouth, enveloping your hardened nipple. swirling his tongue, flicking his tongue on it, his hips slightly grinding against your thigh. he slightly whimpers, your tits either calm him down or turn him on a lot. his teeth slightly grazed your nipple, “mmmh” you stir awake lightly, look down at him. his eyes look into yours as his pretty lips are still around your nipple. “love?…” you softly say, registering what’s going on. you still keeps sucking on it slowly, looking into your eyes, his cock fully hard, pressing against your thigh. he pull away from your nipple, as a string of salvia connecting his lips to your nipple. he moves to other nipple, your hand finds his hair, gripping it as he sucks on the nipple harder. “ahhh” you moan softly, he pulls away lightly, pressing soft kisses on rest of your breast. “g’morning love” his voice rumbles in his chest, hoarse in the morning. “mmh morning baby” you say playing with his hair, as he keeps pressing kisses all over chest. “so pretty” he mumbles to himself, burying his face in between your breasts, grinding his clad cock against your clad sex. “baby….mmh” he tugs and pinches one of your nipples with his thumb and index finger eliciting a sharp moan. his soft kisses travel up to your neck, kissing that one spot that makes you shiver. his right hand slides past the waist band of your panties. “can we?…”

~ Choso Kamo! , Iwaizumi Hajime, Miya Osamu, Adriah Thomas, Chikara Ennoshita, Noritoshi Kamo, Megumi?, Rukawa Kaede, Miyagi Ryota!

~honorable mentions: Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Oikawa Toru, Mitsui Hisashi.

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⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you

☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.

"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.

your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.

he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.

with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..

"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"

there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.

he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.

his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."

with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.

MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.

"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.

but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"

his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.

"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.

he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.

he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"

KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.

kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.

"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.

"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.

"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.

"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.

"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."

you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..

BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.

"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.

"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?

"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.

you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.

"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.

him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..

he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..

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