𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑹𝑻

nightwing x gojo 🦇

ac: kayaxxo

HOW THEY HIT IT FROM THE BACK [BNHA]

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

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

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

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

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

YOU CATCH SOMEONE STARE AT THEM!

featuring. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō

✩ atsumu jogs up to you, a soft smile on his face as his bag swung in his hand. “sorry a took so long, bokuto lost his deodorant in the locker room” he apologizes, his free hand rubbing the nape of his neck. “don’t worry, i didn’t wait too long,” you smile before furrowing your eyebrows slightly, feeling multiple pairs of eyes bore into your back. you shift your body around, making eye contact with a glaring fan girl of atsumu’s. “ignore ‘em, angel” atsumu mumbles into your ear, pulling you close to him as he makes his way through the crowd that was getting bigger by the moment. you felt a shiver go down your spine as more stares and glares burnt into your skin when atsumu had stopped, being face to face with multiple reporters. atsumu lets out a scoff, eyeing every reporter before standing up straight. “atsumu miya, how does it feel to win? who is this person beside you?” one of the reporters asked as girls yelled that you didn’t deserve the male. atsumu poked the inside of his cheek, glaring where the girls were yelling. the faux male turned you and him to every camera that was pointed at you both, a scheming smile appearing on his face before he pressed his lips against yours. gasps and camera shutters started to fade out as the both of you kissed, tuning out the yells of his fangirls. eventually pulling away, atsumu grins and wraps his arm around your waist, looking at everyone that surrounds you both. “this is my significant other and we’re happily engaged,” he announces, pressing a kiss against your cheek and beginning to walk with you to the exit doors while everyone starts to trail behind while blurting out millions of questions.

✩ kuroo softly hummed as he walked beside you, fingers intertwined with yours while his free hand pushed the cart in front of him. the male lets you do the shopping while he pushed the cart, sneaking in a couple of snacks as you walked down aisles. both of you eventually finished your rounds, making your way to the cashier before kuroo placed everything on the conveyor belt and walked towards the card machine. he gave the cashier a small smile before looking at the items, the cashier blushing and slowly scanning the groceries, stealing glances at kuroo. you raise your eyebrow while crossing your arms, watching everything unfold in front of you. kuroo turned to look at you, seeing your expression and following your gaze, realizing it was at the cashier who was practically gushing over him, in front of him. he scratched his head and cleared his throat, reaching to insert his card into the machine before he looked at the gold band around his finger. “hey darling, i think my ring has gotten a bit too loose. don’t you think?” the male raises an eyebrow and extends his arm out in the air, showing off the wedding ring to you and the cashier. your attention fixed on him, tilting your head and looking at his hand. “it seems fi-” “i think we should get it fixed after this, i don’t want to lose our wedding ring.” kuroo cuts you off and emphasizes the word “wedding,” watching the cashier pale and rush to get all the groceries in the bags. he smiles in satisfaction and finishes paying, grabbing the bags before leaving the store with your hand holding his. “did you see how pale she got?” he snickers, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

✩ there was comfortable silence between you and suna, hand in hand as you both walked around the park. he kept you close to him while you admired the nature surrounding you, failing to notice how he admired you. a smile appeared on your face when you suddenly yank the male towards an ice cream cart a few feet away from you. suna widened his eyes as he let you drag him, softly mumbling to go slow. you order a couples ice cream cone, picking the flavours as suna watches the worker scoop the ice cream. the both of you move away from the cart, the brown haired male stealing a couple of licks as you walk to a nearby bench. as you both shared the cold treat, you looked around while suna took his turn to take apart the ice cream. you furrow your eyebrows, catching a group of girls giggling while staring at suna. a scoff escapes your lips, causing suna to look up with a confused expression on his face. he looks over, getting taken aback when he sees the girls grow shy while their hands aggressively wave at him. he licks his lips, pursuing them before turning to you, moving his hand under your chin. suna turns your head, making you face him before capturing his lips into yours. the kiss was slow and sweet, his hand slowly making its way down to your neck as he softly held it in his grasp. the male pulls you in closer before slowly pulling away, a grin on his face as he looks you in the eyes. “you know i’m yours, right pretty?” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your jawline as he glanced at the group of girls that were frowning and walking away.

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.ᐟ foreseeable future — pt. 3

k.bakugou smau

he’s your brother’s best friend (and your bf!!!!!!!! wow!!)

a/n: hashtag real shit hashtag i want that cookie bad hashtag here’s a requested last part eeeeeeeeeekkkk

m.list | part 1 | part 2

perv!toji and his sweet virgin gf yayaya

toji wouldn’t necessarily call himself a cherry chaser but when he laid his eyes on you, he knew he just had to have you. you’re just so much softer and gentle and sweeter than he could ever be, he craved to feel your soft lips on his scarred skin and smell the aroma of your perfumes and scented lotions. 

and you thought it was just so cool, that a big guy like toji would wanna be with somebody like you. you should’ve at least expected it sooner, that he would want something from you. you can’t help yourself! you’re just too nervous, too shy to give yourself to a man, even if he was the most handsome and sexiest guy you’d ever met. he’s awfully touchy and lovey and part of you just feels bad. you’re too unsure of dressing in front of him, too diffident to keep a kiss going, but you really wanted to make sure he felt good.

but toji loves you, so he sticks around. tells you about all the other ways you could make him feel so good.

he lays you down comfortably on his bed as he unbuckles his belt.

“mmm, i don’t know, toji. never done this before.”

giving you a reassuring grin and nod while retrieving your hand in his bigger palm, “don’t gotta do anything, baby. don’t know why you’re so worried, i’ll handle everything. jus’ sit there all pretty for me.” he snaps his boxers off just below the pudge of his cock, and god he’s big. he takes your hesitant hand and manipulates it around. you whine gently when your fingertips squish up against a vein, he swears under his breath as he wraps his hand around your pliable one. slowly at first, he starts to stroke himself with your palm. he’s raging hard and he can tell if he doesn’t concentrate on not coming immediately on your inexperienced hand, he’ll shoot. and he can’t let this opportunity go to waste so quickly. 

“you’re so hard…” you’re practically hypnotized, the way big drops of pre pumps out of his leaky cockhead and coats his foreskin and length in a shiny layer makes your mouth water. “god, i’m always this way around you, doll. make me feel like–like a teenager again.” his breath hitches when he feels you trying to go faster, allowing it.

“mhm, that’s good.” he grips your hand tighter and bucks impatiently into your palm, your hand now slippery and gooey with his sticky pre. “thinking about that tight cunt you’re too shy about. you wondering what i’d feel like inside you? inside that tight, virgin pussy?”

“toji, stop it.” you pout at his words, they are working considering how tight you have your thighs clamped. you always wonder about it. especially now, seeing his thick cock just weeping in front of you. how he’d prep you up and talk about how he’s been waiting for this day, pushing his chubby tip through the tight ring of your heat. you can’t take your eyes away from how fucking big he is. your fingers start to cramp when he races them against himself, coming incredibly hard into the air onto your wrist. big, heavy load just sitting on your knuckles and his rough jeans. next time he won’t let that go to waste!

masterlist

They Can't Love You Like I Can (feat. Suna Rintarō)

WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x Suna Rintarō, fingering (f!receiving), handjob (m!receiving), unprotected sex, jealousy sex, best friends to lovers

Request for @exaltedvalkyrie 💖 hope you like it, this was sm fun to write!

Interactions (comments, likes and reblogs) are much appreciated! ♥︎

Masterlist ✌︎

College parties are absolute trash. He’s known this for a long time, which is why he’d rather stay in his dorm, binge watching shows or something of the sorts. However, he knows you like them, which is why he forces himself to go every time.

Suna watches you from the distance, the way he’s always done when you aren’t looking. He downs the rest of his beer in one go, keeping the liquid in his mouth for just a second longer, plastic cup now empty in his hand.

It’s been like this for quite some time now — you find some random guy, flirt shamelessly with him, take him somewhere away from prying eyes and hook up. He’s watched the process multiple times, always with the same burning jealousy that makes his blood boil. He especially hates the part where you tell him exactly how they failed to satisfy you, because you never keep any details to yourself — you describe from the way their inexperienced hands roam your body to the way they practically asphyxiate you with their tongue and everything that happens after. And Suna just listens, because, as your best friend, that’s what he’s expected to do.

You’ve always taken his random, slightly bitter remarks about your miserable love (and sex) life as just him being a nice, concerned friend, so you never pay much attention to the rolls of his eyes or his low scoffs. You’ve always told yourself it’s brotherly love, that he couldn’t possibly see you as anything else. You’ve known each other for too long — shared too many moments together. You’re sure he only sees you as a sister.

Truth is, Suna has a not so small crush on his best friend. He gives a scornful chuckle at the thought; it’s silly to call it a simple crush. Suna Rintarō is —and it was extremely difficult to even admit it to himself— completely in love with you. Therefore, all he can do is watch from the distance, the way he’s been doing all night, as you smile up at your new random one night stand.

And he’s not the type of guy to say he’s happy if you are, because yes, your happiness is important to him —extremely so—, but he wants to be the reason for it. And it should be him; not some guy you’ve just met a couple hours ago.

His piercing green eyes remain on your frame from the moment you give that tantalizing smile that indicates you’ve found yourself successful to when you guide the douchebag (holding his hand, which makes him crush the plastic cup in his tight grip) toward the stairs and up. And, heaving a sigh, he strides toward the steps and sits at the bottom.

It’s not too long before he sees the guy you went upstairs with coming back down with a smug grin on his face (which he desperately wants to wipe with a well placed punch). He simply huffs, rolls his eyes and starts looking for you. He finds you in the bathroom, hunching over the sink as you look at yourself in the mirror with pursed lips. He quietly walks in, shuts the door behind him and leans against it. Suna watches you as you tiredly rub your eyes with an exasperated sigh, and he readies himself — he knows what that sigh means.

He straightens up and walks toward you to stand right behind you. You look into the mirror to meet his gaze, and he offers you a smile, which you return feebly.

“Hey, Rin,” you say. He hums, gathering your hair together so it’s not in the way. You take another look at your own reflection, a light frown making its way onto your face when your eyes study the smudged makeup on your lids. “God, I’m a mess.”

“A very pretty mess,” he says, placing his hands on your shoulders in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.

You fight the smile threatening to make an appearance.

“Even with my raccoon eyes?” you ask, pointing at your face.

“Especially with your raccoon eyes.”

You laugh and swat his hands away, turning away to rummage through the drawers until you find some makeup wipes, and start getting rid of the stain on your eyes. You took it as a joke, but he meant it. He does love it when you look like that, because you usually make sure to look your best, and this is something only he’s gotten to see. He likes the small moments kept between you two, like it’s a secret you’d only ever share with him. Those have always been his favorite moments.

When you give another deep sigh, his lips form a thin line. He doesn’t say anything, instead letting you do all the talking. And you proceed to tell him all about yet another miserable sexual encounter.

As you explain, you finish wiping your face and take your shirt off —he really tries to look away, but even though he’s seen you like that a couple times, he still can’t help the butterflies that wreck havoc in his stomach—, placing it under the tap to try to wash a big stain of… something. Might have happened when you accidentally knocked into someone on your way to the bathroom, but you’re not sure. Suna is quick to take off his jacket and place it over your shoulders, and you thank him mid rant and slide your arms in the long sleeves.

“He was rubbing so hard, Rin. It didn’t even feel good,” you groan. “It was just uncomfortable. And I’m pretty sure he came on record time, which obviously means that I didn’t.”

“That sucks,” he says in a low voice, trying to help you with your hair, running his fingers through it gently to undo the knots. He’s frowning deeply in what you assume is concentration, but really, he’s thinking that he hates the fact that the asshole left any trace of him on you, because how dare he.

“Right? I don’t think I’ve ever given a louder fake moan in my life, he was so bad. It was pretty convincing though, you should’ve heard it,” and then, to his horror, you proceed to imitate the moan —which is very convincing—, and then his jeans feel a little tighter. You suddenly turn around, and he leans against the sink and shifts his legs in a feeble attempt to hide his crotch from your view. Surprisingly, you don’t notice it. “You know what? At this point I think I should just give up. I’m never going to find the right guy,” you say with slumped shoulders.

You head toward the door and place your hand on the knob, but you’ve only just started opening it when Suna suddenly slams it back shut, hand pressed against it over your head. You jolt in your place, turning to give him a startled look.

“Rin? What are you—”

“Has it ever even crossed your mind that maybe you’ve been looking in the wrong place all along?”

You blink up at him, resting your weight against the wooden surface. There’s something in his eyes — something you haven’t seen before. Something intense, burning. It makes your stomach churn with something similar to excitement.

“What do you mean?” you whisper, and he lets out a shuddering breath.

He gets closer, and that’s when you feel his growing erection against you. Your eyes widen in surprise, and you instinctively try to take a step back, forgetting that there’s no space for you to actually do it. Suna tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear, letting his hand wander downward to brush his fingertips against your throat, then trailing lower until they graze the mount of your breasts. His touch is barely there, ghosting over your skin like a whisper, yet it makes your heart race and your breath hitch in your throat.

Suna Rintarō, with a single touch, has managed to do what no one else has — leave you breathless.

“They could never satisfy you — not the way I could,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers against your crotch. The featherlight touch makes you squeeze your thighs together. “I could make you come so hard— make you scream so loud. I could make you forget about the whole fucking world… if only you let me. Because— fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long.” He brushes his nose along your neck and lets out a soft groan when your scent floods his senses.

“Suna Rintarō,” you say, gulping as you place your hands on his chest. He pulls back a little, and he suddenly looks terrified, because you never call him by his full name. He’s sure he’s fucked up — you’re going to tell him to go to hell, and you’ll never talk to him again. “You’re just drunk,” you say, which you already know to be a lie, because you have seen him absolutely plastered, and this is not it. “And horny. You’re going to wake up tomorrow and forget all about this.”

He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand with a light frown. Softly, he shakes head.

“I’m not,” he says, meaning he’s not drunk because he’s definitely horny. “Thing is, no matter how wasted I get, I haven’t been able to forget what I feel about you.” He knows this to be a fact, because he’s tried multiple times. “If anything I’ve only managed to forget my own name. But I can’t seem to forget yours.” You suck in a sharp breath, gulping once more when his lips brush against yours when he whispers, “Give me chance to show you what I can do. I’ll make you feel so good… please.”

Instead of giving him a direct answer, you tilt your head to capture his lips in yours, getting a groan out of him when you press your body flush against his. You’re confused when he pulls back.

“What?” you breathe out.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I thought it was implicit — yes,” you say, latching your lips to his once more.

He doesn’t waste a single second, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you so close that not even a sheet of paper could fit between your bodies. His lips are desperate, devouring yours like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have, and he’s been starving for years.

His wide hands explore your body, his touch has you panting against his lips, especially when he slips a hand under your skirt to rub his fingers against you. He’s surprised to find your underwear to be already wet — he’s barely even started.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pushing your panties to the side to have more access.

Suna slides his fingers between your soaking folds, coating his fingers with your slick to circle your clit with gentleness. He’s not too rough; he applies just the right amount of pressure, goes just fast enough. It’s perfect.

He shudders visibly when you mewl softly in his ear, stifling his own moan against your lips as he meets them for another kiss. It’s crazy how much your moans turn him on; his jeans feel extremely asphyxiating, he’s painfully hard.

As if hearing his thoughts, you fumble with the button of his jeans and the zipper, making quick work of them to pull him out. His cock is warm and thick in your hand, head oozing pre-cum. You smear it along his shaft with a couple strokes, paying close attention to the sounds he lets out. You know you’ve found the right pace when his fingers hesitate against you and he lets out a soft, whiny whimper you never thought you’d hear him emit, and he curses through gritted teeth. His breath catches in his throat when you run your thumb along his slit, applying pressure. Suna can’t help bucking his hips lightly trying to match your rhythm.

“Wait, stop,” he gasps, clutching your wrist. You’re about to ask whether you did something wrong when you’re interrupted by your own, shaky whimper when he pushes one of his digits past your entrance and starts pumping slowly. “I want to focus on you,” he says. It’s not exactly a lie, but he’s not being entirely truthful. He actually stopped you because he was sure he was going to come if you touched him for a second longer, and that would have been coming on record time.

When he adds a second finger and curls them in a come hither motion, you moan, “Rin! God, don’t stop.” And he swears he almost passes out.

Hearing you moaning his name —something he had dreamed about, jerked off to the thought of it— drives him feral. His lips are on your neck, sucking and biting. He wants to leave a couple marks there, wants the world to know who finally managed to make you come. He’s imagined how you feel on countless occasions —usually late at night, when he’s by himself and has no other option but to relieve himself with his own hand (which, to be honest, he’s always thought of as pathetic)— but the thought of actually feeling you wrapped around him makes his cock twitch with need.

His fingers do wonders inside you, and you’re so wet that it’s easy for him to push a third finger in, using his thumb to rub your nub. And you don’t know if it’s just that he’s good, or the fact that it’s him, but you find yourself arching your back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you come around his fingers. You’re clenching them so hard Suna has to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning, and he just can’t wait a moment longer.

He unzips the jacket open, pushes your drenched panties down your legs, picks you up with ease and bunches up your skirt around your waist. His cock slides between your folds, he makes sure to coat it completely with your arousal so there won’t be any discomfort, because he just wants to make you feel as good as possible.

You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly against his neck when he starts pushing himself in inch by inch, pausing a couple times to allow you to adjust. And you thought you felt full with his fingers. Huh.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear to comfort you, digging his fingers in the soft skin of your thighs when you clench around him. It takes everything in him to keep his hips still, he’s quick to apologize when he gives an involuntary thrust or two — but you just feel too good. That single squeeze almost makes him come on the spot.

“Rin, I don’t think I can— ngh.”

“You can take it,” he breathed out, struggling to keep a steady voice. “I know you can take it.”

And take it you do.

He gasps when he bottoms out — the way your tight cunt hugs his cock, how your walls still flutter from your previous orgasm, your heavy breathing in his ear — he must be dreaming. There’s just no way this is real. He wouldn’t be surprised, he’s had this dream infinite times already. But when you kiss him, oh, it’s real, all right.

He pulls back until he’s almost completely out and gives a gentle thrust to go back in, sharpening his hearing to catch even your lightest sigh as he continues giving experimental thrusts. He speeds up little by little until you’re clawing at his back, scrunching his shirt in your fists as he keeps the rhythm up, heaving pants against your cleavage. His breath is hot against your skin, his hands are warm and gentle as they roam your body freely, making sure not a single part of you is untouched — he wants to erase any trace the other guy might have left.

“Rin, fuck, more!”

You arch your back at an especially deep thrust, moaning his name loudly, tugging on his hair. He’s relentless, snapping his hips against yours over and over again until your legs tremble around his waist. He snakes a hand between your bodies to rub your clit again, the loud, wet, squelching sound of your pussy sucking him back in with each snap of his hips fills his ears, and he lets out a series of soft moans and whines against your chest, his voice rumbling against your skin.

“They could never touch you like this, make you feel like this,” he growls. He’s still jealous that others had a taste of you way before he did, and he wants to make things clear. He takes a bunch of your hair in his fist and pulls on it to expose your throat to him, which he marks a little more. “I’m the only one who’ll get to see you like this. I’m the only one this pussy belongs to,” he says, giving sharp pats on your clit that make you squirm against him. “They could never love you like I can.”

Your eyes snap open at that last sentence, but he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything — and it’s not like you could, what with the way he’s pounding into you. It’s not too long after that you’re creaming around his cock. You’ve never come so hard. You can tell he’s close by the way his breath catches and his hips stutter. Despite knowing you’re on the pill —you’ve literally told him everything there is to know—, Suna starts pulling out, but is stopped by you. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist and keep him in place, and he shoots you a panicked look.

“Y/N, let go, I gotta—”

“I want you to come inside me, Rin,” you gasp, clenching around him, and that’s the final straw.

He moans loudly, mouth hanging open as his abdomen contracts with spasms with each thick rope of cum he shoots deep inside you. He rides out his orgasm with a couple lazy thrusts, panting heavily and resting his head on your shoulder when you’ve drained every last drop he has to give.

Suna pulls out, grimacing at the sensitivity, and puts you down gently. Something catches his eye, and he looks down only to find his own semen slowly dripping down your thighs. He gulps, and watches you as you grab your discarded panties and slide them up your legs.

“Don’t want it to go to waste,” you say, looking him straight in the eyes, and he gives an incredulous, breathy laugh, because — what the fuck that was so hot. He has to look away and hold his breath to keep it down. “So,” you say casually, leaning back against the door. You don’t want him running away. “You said something.”

Suna blanches, and his eyes look at everything but you. He busies himself with pulling his jeans up.

“I said a lot of things,” he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle.

“All right, let me help you remember, then. It starts with L, and ends with ove.”

He deadpans at you, the way you said it making him forget his embarrassment for a second as he rolls his eyes.

“You can’t be serious.”

“The question is, were you?” you ask, taking a step forward. He pointedly averts his gaze, eyes downcast as he twiddles his thumbs. “When you said it?”

“Of course I was,” he admits in an almost inaudible whisper, but you’re still able to hear him. It’s the most honest you’ve seen him. “Do you… not want me to be serious about it?”

He fears the answer, but he has to know it. If all you want is to be friends with benefits, he’ll take it. He’ll take whatever you give him — anything you give him.

“I like that you are,” you say, peering up at him and brushing his damp hair back. “Because I’m serious about it too.”

His eyes snap up to meet yours, a dumbfounded expression taking over his features. You did not just say you reciprocate his feelings.

“So… hypothetically speaking,” he starts, trying to find the words. “If I were to ask you out on a date, what would you say?”

You give him a bright smile, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and patting it lightly, cupping it afterwards. He leans into your touch.

“Non-hypothetically speaking, I’d say yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eh,” you say casually, “not really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—-

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

roommate!eren hc

genre: sfw, nsfw headcannons

parings: erenxreader

cw: mostly gn sfw+nsfw, cheating, voyeurism (kinda), mentions of masturbation+cream pie+squirting ,eren is a little pervert occasionally.

an: this really isnt that proofread but it was in my drafts so i’m clearing it out. :(( noo actually tho this eren is always my fav, it just seems like it would be nice to live with him.

roommate!eren is so cliche or.. something but like ugh I eat it up all the time.

like roommate!eren who doesn’t like your current boyfriend. gets so obviously jealous telling them to fuck off when they so much as say hi to him, you’ve lost count how many times you had to prevent a heated altercation.

roommate!eren feels like it's justified though .He barely takes you out, your excuse for that being “we haven't been together that long. " bullshit they should’ve been giving you the world from day one. complains and cancels your movie night because you want to watch your favorite sci-fi show, they think is lame. you watch that shit constantly, rambling about the plot first thing in the morning. So Eren is one step ahead to immediately cuddle on the couch with you instead, laughing at your stupid little jokes about a character. let's not forget when they even FORGOT your birthday once. leaving you too upset to even celebrate with Eren at home. He lets you cry in his arms after you start bawling when he bakes you a cake anyways. They just don’t treat you the way he would.

roommate!eren who’s so whipped he’s always in househusband mode for you. cooking your favorite food and cleaning the house when you’re too bummed out from work. buying your favorite wine and ice cream to share. might even wear that ridiculous apron you got him for his birthday one year.

roommate!eren often promotes the shit talk of your partner. you feel a little bad when you give in, but everyone does it, right? everyone has relationship problems they need to rant drunkenly about. Eren cannot help but explode into the loudest laugh when you tell him they haven’t made you cum. that shit right there is the fucking trigger to try and pull you in “maybe you should let me show you hmm?” he jokes, hoping you’re drunk enough to say yes.

roommate!eren doesn't believe you at first no. how could someone be so dismissive of your pleasure? and willingly miss out on things he's only seen in his dreams. like your eyes rolling back choking on spit and babbling about how you want to cum while you choke on his fingers. he doesn't believe it until you're eager to kick your boyfriend out and he hears a low buzz coming from your room just minutes later.

roommate!eren stands in front of your door to beat his dick. it's your fault, wouldn't have to if you didn't muffle your moans into your pillow. His teeth bite onto the fabric of his shirt drool wetting it till it feels almost mushy. his hand is soaked with his own spit and precum dripping at his feet. He really hopes you hear him moan your name when he's about to cum. wishes you'd help him and take his cum down your throat so he doesn't have to clean up his mess.

now roommate!eren he knows it’s a little shitty.. and manipulative to make a move when you're so vulnerable, but that one night you come home crying from an argument he’s all over you. pulling you into a tight hug and wiping your tears. you can’t help but fall for him and he can’t resist kissing your pouty lips when those watery eyes look up at him.

naturally, roommate!eren's ego is through the fucking roof when he finally gets you under him, feeling like a god when he makes you squirt for the first time ever. you’re moaning so loud for him drooling and shaking at every thrust, god his dick game is fucking deadly.

your roommate!eren won’t admit it but he’s a sucker for praise letting out cute whines when you tell him how big he is and how “it’s okay if you cum inside, feels so good so I’ll let you”.

roommate!eren is such a fucking cocky bitch asking you “who's pussy is this now huh? full fucking name baby” knowing you can barely speak while his cock is so deep inside of you, pushing his cum into you. He can't keep his eyes off of the way it leaks and sticks the two of you together. considers recording your act of submission for him and his cum stuffed in your pretty hole so he can give in his own words “your shrimp dick of a boyfriend” a reality check.

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MHA men and their guilty pleasure!

Synopsis: MHA men x guilty pleasure

➷Characters: Denki, Bakugo, Kirishima, Shoto, Dabi

➷ CW. F! Reader, aged up characters, dacryphilia, sadism lmao, electrostimulation, cnc(?), minimum prep, branding, degradation, praise, choking, size kink, corruption kink, dirty talk. mdni.

➷ Note: idk what this is, I was just entertaining yoko till she went bacc to sleep... Now hab this before I go to watch the new demon slayer episode😌 not proofread lmao

#tags. @yesitsmewhataboutit

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated!!

Denki Kaminari

With your legs quivering on his shoulders, Denki lost track of his powers. Soft jolts of golden electricity flowed from his fingers to your thighs where he gripped the soft flesh as he accidentally zaps you. But the way you clench around him— his eyes are blown out with realization and lust. He feels bad that his cock throbs inside your warm cunt at the little tears pebbling in your eyes.

His eyes roll back and mouth falls open in a breathless curse when he feels you clench even harder as his fingers tap a little jolt into your swollen clit.

"Fuck just like that, baby, cum f'me, you fucking love it when I zap your cute little clit, don't you?"

Katsuki Bakugo

It's no secret that he's a sadist. But he loves to fuck you with minimum prep. Seeing you squirm under him, beg him to slow down, it's just a massive turn on for him. Bakugo's favorite is your little cries of 'Suki please, 's too much turning into incoherent babbling as you start drooling because his cock keeps assaulting that spot inside you till you're creaming on his cock.

Besides, you got your safe word, so it's not like you dont want this. He knows that you not so secretly enjoy it when he manhandles you into taking his cock before he fucks you dumb.

"Weren't you saying it's too much not a while ago? Then why are you cumming already?"

Eijorou Kirishima

Everytime your hands push at his broad chest and you huff with a meek,"Kiri, too big, won't fit-" He coos at you, soft praises of how you're doing so well for him but in reality, he knows it's at least a bit painful for you. And he hates the rush of arousal to his dick at the thought of you whimpering from the slight burn when he shoves his huge cock in your tight little hole.

Kiri is soon stuttering because his head reels from feeling your slick walls clamp down on him. Your little whispers tuning off into breathless moans with each hard thrust from him.

"It's alright, baby. You're so good for me, now shhh take it all, yea'?"

Shoto Todoroki

"Sho' please, need ya' to fuck me till I pass out." Shoto's chest swells in pride as he urges you to say the filthy stuff you want him to do to you. When you look up at him with innocent doe eyes but the words spilling from your tongue is anything but that. He loves to corrupt your body, soul and mind. A rosy tint spreads on his cheeks at your words.

He rubs his cock at your entrance, teasing by dipping just the tip. Heterochromatic eyes observe as your greedy cunt pulsates in need, swallowing his cock.

"Go on baby, tell me, where do u need my cock?Here?"

Dabi

He wants you all desperate, taking his cock like a good girl. He'll edge you before finally fucking you, this way you'll be an obedient little whore for him. And just as you are about to cum, his hand wraps around your neck like a collar, "Do u wanna cum or breathe?" He heaves hastily, cock twitching from how you look at him with wide eyes and your hands claw at his wrist.

His other hand placed on your thigh heats up when you gulp fresh air just as soon as he let's go of your throat, "Bad girl," He's gonna leave a hand mark on your thigh, you're sure of it from how your skin stings from the blue fire.

"You don't deserve to cum. Maybe I should just leave after fucking this slutty pussy."

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ᥫ᭡ ─ CAT BURGLAR! ⸝⸝ suguru getō.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ thief!suguru x f!virgin!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ a panty thief has been on the loose in your neighborhood, and you could of sworn you locked your doors, but he's here to only prove you wrong and is here to steal more than just your dirty panties..

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 1.0k+ wc. sws. dc. non con. somnophilia. coercion. panty stealing. panty sniffing. gagging (w/ readers panties). size difference. slight fingering. cherry popping. victim-blaming. creampie. delusions. this is really gross tbh. (17+).

ଘ. note ⸝⸝ this is the fanart that has inspired this chaos.

his burglary had begun to feed his distasteful addiction, an addiction he had sought out to steal from others for his own pleasure, and yet it became an addiction itself.. because if he wanted it, he took it. that's how things are where the compulsive's are scarce, where the addictions compete for the little tastes or even to the potent smells of the linings of woman's undergarments.

he first began at laundry mats, from what you heard on the news, he'd pick at the unsuspected woman's dirty laundry before quickly stuffing their used drawls into the pocket of his coat.

after soon, things progressed into a more life-threatening problem; women being stalked, their home windows being shattered open, a loaded cold gun being pointed to their skulls in threats to show where their secrets are before being left traumatized.

it was.. odd..

he'd want nothing more, is what the victims of his crimes would say. he'd only grunt out vulgar threats with his deep and taunting voice, steal their undergarments, and just leave. and if they were sleeping, he would simply leave them alone, scavenge through their dirty clothes like a hobbit and only leave with a mess behind. he'd never truly put his hands on any of them, or truly be inhuman, to say the least, he'd just take their dirty clothes and go on with his way..

but tonight.. was different.

he easily slipped into your home, it was too easy, the kitchen window being cracked open as if it was some invite. he can only scoff at your stupidity once he climbed in, but got a little excited seeing what foolish girl left their window open knowing about the news of him spewing around.

his heavy boots dip into the soft fabric of the pink carpet in your room and he only spares your sleeping body a glimpse; seeing you tucked away peacefully, blissfully unaware of his towering presence. his thoughts were too focused on finding what he needed for tonight, quiet steps making their way towards your closest quickly after specting your entire room, no luck in finding your laundry basket..

shy like hands creak open your closet doors and dark eyes immediately track the full bin in the corner with a fresh towel and worn panties tucked into it. and he doesn't hesitate to fish for the blue-colored thong he sees.. quickly, wrapping the lace between his fingers and crumbling the soft fabric into the palm of his hand before raising it to his face, rubbing the white like soil at the crotch against the grey ski mask he wore.

his back hunches forward, luring eyes almost knocking to the back of his head from your strong scent. and he knows when dirty panties are freshly taken off; the white soil at the crotch still sticky. and these were fresh, potent, a clear sign you tossed these in after a needed shower, the smell of sweat from walking in them all day ran up his nose and tickled at his brain.

you smelt like pure heaven.

but he needed more, deeper inhales, a longer feel of raising to cloud nine at each eager sniff, so he carefully lifted the cover around his face and rubbed it harder against the point of his nose.

he was whipped over your stench and was relishing over the gentle feel of the soft fabric against his bare skin but the slightest shift you curled into the comfort of your bed behind him, those dark eyes snapped back open to reality, towering body almost freezing in place.

the man rushes to pull his ski mask back down his tatted face, stuffing your panties into his back pocket before turning around. and he swears his heart almost skipped a beat, luckily, you were still fast asleep, but the small movement you shifted around into, the warm blanket that covered you was pulled down just an inch..

just enough to show that thin pink strap of your thong that's raised over the curve of your hips..

the ache between his legs was already bad enough, but the lacey strap hooking around your sides only made an urge to shoot a stronger pang between his legs. and he tries to swallow down that urge bubbling back up in the pit of his stomach, repeating to himself deep in thought how he only came for your foul laundry tucked away in a bin.

but fuck, your hips look so nice, so squeezable.

he ponders, it wouldn't hurt to just get an innocent and closer look.. trying to peek his head over you in an attempt to get a good look at your pretty face stuffed into your pillows, his bottom lip catches between his teeth just at the look of you; so pure, so blissfully unaware of his hovering body over your smaller one..

he curses himself for the guilty thoughts flooding in his brain. cursing himself for feeling his pants tighten the more he stared at you, greedy eyes behind his mask roaming around the every inch of your smooth skin. he curses himself till it's deemed, his calloused hand taking the risk to pinch at your blanket to lift it some more, revealing the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs.

he swears he was trying to pry his needy hands away from you, but seeing the small prickle of goosebumps layer at your skin from the exsposion, he couldn't help himself anymore, the need was frothing at his tongue like a hound in heat at this point.

the addiction was only getting worse and he had to feed it someway.. or the impulses were going to itch at him till it crawled through him, probably drive him to the teetering edge of something brutally immoral.. and it was already starting to the longer he hovered over you, compelling more of his thoughts for you..

he contemplates over his upcoming actions, but the twinge in his hand was already focusing itself on the loop of his belt. and the second his sash loosened around his waist, the pads of his fingers dipped themselves beneath the mesh waistband of his briefs. a shiver licks up his spine as he traveled his hand down eagerly, feeling the prickly dark hairs at his base before curling his hand around his aching erection, slowing pulling it out from its confines.

the man curled his long fingers over the hardness of his warm, pulsing cock and caressed it, gliding the uncut skin slowly up and down, watching how his leaking tip pearled with a drool of pre before getting swept away by the extra skin. his other hand ached itself, trying to keep off of you, but he couldn't help but wisp the tips of his fingers across your hip, gently dipping beneath the string of your thong to rub between his fingers.

he choked down the groan scratching at his throat, it was so soft, freshly clean too, the fabric softener you used made his hand smooth easier across the cloth. and the slight lift made the empty gap between your hip and panties to look, comforting, welcoming even..

stroking his length long and hard with a slight twist to his tip, he gently leaned in closer, nudging his cock between your thong and hip before letting the fabric snap back against him. the smooth surface of your side was cooling against the skin of his cock as he slowly rubbed himself between the two soft pieces he calls heaven.

he watched with greedy hooded eyes, entranced with the lolling of your panties rolling against the fat of his tip as he rubbed himself against you. too entranced with the snug feel, he was losing it from reality, balls tightening, strong hips jerking harder, faster, desperately trying to gain more delicious friction as if this was some fever dream..

but he craved for more, greed creeping up his numbing brain for something more softer to fully wrap around him. and so, he carefully pulled at your panties, pulling the strings down till they were fully off and crumbled up into the palm of his large hand.

the devilish smirk playing at his lips deepened, feeling granted that you seemed to be a heavy sleeper, because rolling you over and positioning you towards him was too easy.. as if you took some sleeping pills just for him tonight.. and spreading your pretty legs apart was easy too, getting a heavenly sight of your pretty pussy; the fat of your lips looked so kissable, your hooded clit was just asking to be toyed with till it got puffy, and that tight little hole between your folds, so small, not even a noticeable stretch to be seen.

he takes a deep breath before gently teasing a pointer finger at your entrance as his eyes bobbed up and down to your closed ones and to your cunt. it's not like he was scared if you woke up, you were too small compared to him anyways, his sheer mass can take you on alone, but the metal gun loaded against his hip was ready to be grabbed and threatened with if anything..

prodding the tip of his middle finger at your entrance before trying to slip it in, having to bully his finger through your tight cunt. and the small contort to your face was cute as he did; brows furrowing and pretty lips puckering out into a small pout, but it made him freeze, slowing his movements.

he kept moving once your breathing settled, slipping his finger completely in till you started to leak, juices beginning to lap around his finger till it dripped against his second knuckle. he deemed you to be wet enough before slipping in a second thick finger, trying to budge it through without waking you.

the warm feel of your gummy walls around his digits made his cock to jerk up, twitching in need. he tried to settle himself but the way your pussy was sucking in his fingers like an invite he couldn't help himself, softly popping his fingers out from your cunt to try and replace them with his aching cock.

he drools out a wad of spit against the palm of his hand to slick the crown of his cock, shining his length with his dribble of drool to try and make it easier for you. once he prodded his tip against your small, sopping entrance, he gently and carefully, tried to budge himself through, trying to bully the fat of his cock into your cunt without making you shift around too much till you woke.

but you were too tight, barely sucking in the tip and that's when it all clicked to him.

“huh, cute little virgin.” his voice is soft, almost a whisper just for himself. he hovers over you deep in thought, the itch at his brain was clawing at his skull and finally broke through..

“fuck it.”

he draws his hips back. and the quick brutal grab to your hips was harsh, strong enough to make your eyes pry all the way open, as if someone was stretching your eyelids apart, and quick, fast in movements, his hips met yours.

you couldn't even scream, body frozen, almost like in a paralyzed state, face cold, tingly even. the quick fill to your poor cunt felt as if you were being ripped into two, your walls being bullied to spread open which felt like ripping and tearing for the man above you, the man forcing himself into your little virgin pussy.

the breath of air you try sucking in caught in your throat from the feel of your cunt being spread open so quickly, the piercing feel of his cock made your eyes to water up quickly. fat tears stream down your face almost immediately as you try to squirm away but the strong grip on your heaving stomach was like a vice.

the man leans over, your wide eyes only glimpse over the hooded ones behind the mask he wore, “only open that pretty mouth up for these panties, anythin’ else, i’ll kill you.” you couldn't even tell when he released his mean hands from your hips, still feeling the brutal pinch to your now bruised flesh, but a shinning gun was tapped against your temple as your used panties were being forced against your dry lips, stuffing your mouth full of them.

your eyes bubble up with heavy tears, barely able to see, but the soft cooe you hear and a gentle thumb wiping them away, you can see a fuzzy glimpse of the man. being able to almost immediately recognize that grey ski mask, the dark long hair peeking out from under it, the dark to colored tattoos that lined up and around his strong arms, and the knuckles of his fist.

it was the man from the news, suguru getō.

“sh, sh, sh, i didn't wanna do this to you sweetheart, but it was like you were asking for this,” the rough buck of his hips were brutal, each time he pulled out, his tip never popping out of your pussy for a mere second, to hung up on the feel of your warmth to completely pull out, “but you—fuck—you were asking for this, leavin’ your windows unlocked, knowin’ about my abouts in your town,” he grunts, smiling beneath the mask at the salacious look of the line of blood and sopping juices slicking around his cock, “‘n having your dirty panties out, even wearing a cute ‘lil thong..” getō snips.

suguru could already feel his balls convulse, your pussy was so warm, so tight, basically squeezing his cock and sucking him back in every time he reels his hips back like you wanted this. and suguru could already feel his high cradling in his groin the harder he jerked his hips against yours..

“it was like.. you were waiting for me.. planning all this out.. for me..” getō raises a large hand to the hem of his mask, lifting it, revealing his sharp features and tattoos running across his pale skin, “you wanted me this whole time, yeah? waiting for your turn like a good girl, huh, you wanted all of this to happen.“ you try to roll your head, not trying to find his exotic features attractive, which didn't go unnoticed..

“yeah, don't lie to me, whore,” getō groans, “since you wanted this, take it all then, take everything.” he cranes his head back with a guttural breathy moan to follow, slamming his hips with yours before pumping a thick load of cum into your abused cunt.

too scared to fling your hands up to hit at against his chest because just the look of his muscles flexing above you look like solid bricks, and the thought of trying to hit him would feel like shattering all of the bones in your hands. so, you laid there, helplessly, limp, now full to the hilt, bloated even, letting him rock his hips till he was empty.

“hm, i think, you were my last little prey, but my new little toy.”

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