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being awoken by a young nanami please to get ready for a mission!
I love writing young Nanami but prefer to not write smut off of him underaged but I can totally see him as that dorky guy that all the girls secretly crush on hehe
(wc: 486)
You groan, rolling over in your sheets as the sound of gentle knocks upon your door. “5 more minutes.”
“We need to go,” a soft voice replies. You hear the footsteps that you knew all too well. Kento Nanami, your partner, best friend with occasional benefits. He was the stability you needed in life. He was rational, level-headed and focused on the task at hand. You weren’t sure why he kept you around this often, often slowing down the mission with your antics and stunts.
He watches your face of peaceful slumber, using a finger to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “We’re going to get in trouble if we are late again.”
His voice was soft, never scolding or irritated. He truly cherished his partner. You were smart enough to know his tenderness came from a place that was different than just being his partner. He didn’t treat his other classmates like this. With you, it was different.
You didn’t want this life. You hated sorcery. But Nanami made it more bearable. Truthfully, you wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for your partner, always putting your needs above his.
“Come on, let’s go,” he groans, sliding his hands beneath your legs to lift you from your warm cocoon. You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face on his chest. His uniform smelled of his husky cologne, always so polished and put together, even as a teen. He smiles at the soft, sleepy whines that escape you. He was beginning to think you did this on purpose.
“Up you go,” he lifts you to your feet, using his larger hands to stabilize you by your waist.
You yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you finally blink your eyes awake. “Good morning,” you mumble.
“It’s 12 in the afternoon.”
“Eh,” you wave your hands as you open your drawers, searching for a clean uniform. He sits on your bed, watching as you pull your clothes out of your drawer and toss them onto the ground.
“You should start setting your clothes out the night before,” he says.
You turn your face to him with narrow eyes, “You can shut it.”
He chuckled, leaning backwards as you slid your shirt over your head. He was used to your sudden lack of clothing after the many mornings of him waking you up. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t spent many evenings after missions entangled in each other's limbs under the sheets.
Still, he watched with intent as you dressed in your uniform. You slid your skirt over your hips, searching for your bag in a hurry as you tossed it over your shoulder and dash out of the door.
“Ken, we’re gonna be late!” You shout down the hall.
He groans, peeling himself off of the couch to chase after you in his usual fashion, “You’re going to kill me, someday.”
when will a man bend down to my height and be like “yeah, baby?”
I missed drawing Mirko! 🐰💜
As above (insane in the head) so below (insane in the pussy)
how do you think jock yuuji would react to you asking to try anal for the first time. i think he would just stop existing, like no blood pulse, breathing movements, thoughts, nothing just stop existing and once it hits him of what you asked he losing it like a feral beast 
࣪𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #12. experiments.
about. with her permission, our jock boyfriend tries something new with his sweet, shy little girlfriend and as it turns out… she may be more into it than he is. m.list ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! smut, nsfw, characters aged up to 20s, oral sex (f!receiving), anal sex ( fingering ), consent checks, slight aftercare and pillow talk, weird / fem!reader, jock bf!yuuji.
i like to think that jock bf yuuji has all these things he wants to try with you but is too shy to ask because he doesn’t want to pressure you at all. he knows that you’re inexperienced and like certain kinks or positions can be daunting to someone who hasn’t really experienced sex yet.
often times, when you chat about it — yuuji lets you take the lead and asks you to let him know what you want above all else. he wants to know how to best please his shy baby. so i guess when you ask him to try anal, a little hesitant and sheepish, your big pretty eyes avoiding his gaze … he does absolutely lose his mind.
like, itadori’s throat runs dry and his eyes nearly disappear into his skull at the weak whimper of his name you let out. he feels himself tenting in his pants and you’ve not even touched him. not even done anything :( he feels a little guilty for wanting to corrupt you like this.
“are you sure?” he asks, trying to calm his heart down.
“i mean… yeah? u-unless you don’t want to? i mean! it seems like something most guys are into so—“
yuuji stops you in your tracks, grabbing your hands firmly. “i want you to want to do it. not because you think i’ll like it, and god knows i will, but because it’s something you think you might enjoy.” he tells you softly, tender honey brown eyes melting you on the spot. “you got that baby?”
“got it…” and it’s the way you so submissively agree, putty in the hands of a jock you still think is way too out of your league. he’s so good to you, he dominates and controls where you’re unsure and you trust yuuji, which is exactly why you let him fold you over the edge of his bed a few weeks later.
you’d set a date for the special night, where yuuji would spend hours between your legs with his mouth on your cunt and thumb slowly circling the rim of your pert ass to ease you open for him. there’s a new type of lust in the air, copious amounts of lube and being stimulated in more than one place is way too much for a sweet thing like you, eyes all teary as your boyfriend slowly pushes past the tight ring of flesh once you cum on his tongue for the nth time that night.
“colour, sweet girl?”
“g-green…”
smiling at your hiccuping and sniffing, itadori presses a kiss to your slick shined inner thighs then over your clit and the spasming entrance to your pussy while his thumb languidly strokes your asshole. “mmm, thank you for telling me baby. god just… look at you. s’pretty when you suck me in,” itadori coos proudly, licking up your wet thigh, moaning at the taste of you. he really can’t help it, spitting between your ass cheeks and watching the gooey, frothy mix of your arousal and his salvia slide over your tiny hole. it adds ease to his fingers that push their way inside, guides them into a gentle tide of thrusts as he finger fucks your ass open. “don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock today, s’too tight. fuck…look at that.” he laughs, scissoring his fingers to admire the clear strings that web between them. can i add another finger?”
“yuuji,” you wail his name like it’s the lyrics in an angels song, sweaty back arching off the bed while your eyes screw shut, struggling to stay on him. “please…please…”
“i know, i know. it’s too much,” he curls his fingers between baited breaths and sinful sighs — listening to the sticky, sloppy sound your ass makes as he presses deeper into its warmth with skilled fingers. you sob when your boyfriend adds another, that’s one…two…three now? you’ve never felt so full, a different kind of pleasure buzzing below your pelvis. it’s all so new and all so invigorating. “wanna make you cum again, feel this cute hole squeeze around me. so…so tight.”
there’s an orgasm building up in the base of your tummy, familiar ropes of ecstasy twisting and turning your organs into knots but… it’s still not enough. still just out of reach and frustrated, pleasure filled tears begin to burn at your waterline. “don’t think…i can cum like this yuu, need — need more…”
“more? you’re so greedy, honey,” he’s a little mean for teasing, but itadori descends on your quivering cunt once more — mouth enveloping the entirety of your weepy slit as his fingers pick up momentum, thrusting in and out of your ass as much as he thinks you can take. the pink haired jock drags his tongue slowly between your puffy, glistening folds — hardly wasting a drop of anything that you leak. he holds it in place over your throbbing clit, wriggling the tip against the swollen pleasure nub until you’re practically thrashing beneath him. “wanna taste you on my tongue, how ‘bout that? you can do it, honey, i gotcha,” he slurs against your sex ravenously.
“oh i think — !” the increasing pitch to your moans tells yuuji all that he knows, you’re so close, it’s evident in the way your hips buck upwards and chase the warmth of his saliva coated tongue, his fingers pumping in and out of you feverishly, chasing your high. “think ‘m gonna cum…yuuji. feels funny…”
it’s almost as if heaven and hell have found a way to collide and an earth shattering high is about to become your middle ground. yuuji watches with earnest brown eyes and knitted brows as you fall apart on his mouth and fingers, convulsing and gasping for air with each calculated touch.
“you’re cumming. c’mon baby, c’mon. give it to me, angel. cover me in it, lemme taste you. let me taste you.” goading, yuuji drowns himself in your pussy, nose nudging at the hood of your clit, while he curls his fingers in your ass again — earning a cry of pleasure from you.
everything burns, your eyes from the tears, your cunt from the overstimulation and your ass from the stretch of yuuji’s three thick and rough fingers inside of your unexplored hole.
all it takes is the he more brush of yuuji’s fingertips along your walls, one more nasty kiss to your precious arousal pearling clit and one more beefy cry of satisfaction from your lover between your shaky legs to send you hurtling over the edge. you’re sure it’s the hardest you’ve ever cum to date, each orgasm with yuuji stronger and more intense than the last. your whole body succumbs to his rein, loses the war against his sinful ministrations and you squirt.
clear, heavy streams like a tsunami of ecstasy. you gush so hard that yuuji is forced to back up and regain his breath — his cheek bones and nose and chin doused in whatever your sluice sex has to offer him. he could die right now and leave this earth without a single regret, appeased by the heavenly flavour of your orgasm on his tongue once more.
rough hands palm at your wobbling thighs and soaked ass as you come back down to earth, blinking away the white flashes behind your eyes and shaking the static from your ears. itadori’s right there with you, ready to pounce with praises and love and adoration for his sweet girl. who gave him all of this mess from a few fingers in her ass and a tongue tacked to her clit.
“‘m sorry you didn’t get to put it in,” you whimper as he withdraws from both of your leaky holes, shakily reaching out for kisses and comfort from your athletic boyfriend. “or that i couldn’t cum from it…”
the smile that yuuji gives you is radiant and golden, so full of love. “are you kidding? baby, all i want to do is make you feel good. if you need me to eat you out to get you there, who am i to say no?” your face is peppered in a downpour of sloppy smooches before you’re pulled flush against yuuji’s rock hard chest, a muscled arm draped over your waist. “as long as you liked it, that’s all that matters to me.”
nuzzling into him, you press a shy kiss to his collarbone. “i-i liked it!” you squeak and hide your face in itadori’s neck. “it was different but it felt…really good. especially when you um… ate me out at the same time. i’d…like to try again, i wanna get you inside next time.”
your admission makes yuuji groan deeply. now it’s his turn to hide his face in the crown of your head. “please don’t say stuff like that, you’ll get me hard again.”
“wait…again?” you move to sit up in shock but yuuji doesn’t let you, keeping you anchored to his strong body out of pure embarrassment. “yuuji were you hard? from all of that?
“of course i was!” he exclaims, screwing his eyes shut even when you try to get a good look at him. you pout in faux annoyance. “seeing you so turned on, listening to you moan like that, hearing how wet you were and how much you wanted it just from my fingers in your ass… you have no idea what you do to me, baby. do you?” finally opening is eyes, itadori looks down at you with adoration and pink burning cheeks. “i came in my pants, that’s how much i like making you feel good.”
squirming in place, you hold yuuji tighter. “o-oh…”
“yeah, oh,” he laughs, biting the tip of your nose affectionately. “so be careful with what you say, you came way too much tonight for me to ask anything of you! and i don’t wanna go jerk off in the bathroom when i could be cuddling with you.”
he makes you feel so fucking warm inside.
“i like making you feel good too, yuuji,” you say innocently, face burning just under the skin, lashes fluttering against his pecs. “so next time, i’ll do my best to take it. inside.”
and with that, yuuji thanks the lucky heavens he has such a loving, adorable, doting girlfriend like you,
he curses them too, because he’s pretty sure he’s just jizzed in his pants…again.
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people bullying other people on tumblr is crazy like babe you’re a fucking loser too why else would you be here
reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions
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good morning hotties and thotties let’s have a goood day and shake some ass !!
cr: ushy_gushyy
please, for the love of God, elaborate on mean streak deku, that little blurb you posted is stuck in my head , plz give the ppl some crumbs 🙏🏽
Deku’s the type who you think takes so much to get to that point of snapping and being so mean with you, until you know where to poke at him. at first, you say slick little comments that you know bother him, watch that interview like smile twitch just so at the corner of his mouth, the light in his eyes dim just the tiniest amount. but it doesn’t work—he just puts that facade back up and responds back in that jovial and polite way he always does.
then you try going the physical route. bumping his shoulders when you pass him in the halls, pulling at his ears like some petulant imp when he sits beside you in the break room, kicking his shins under the table when he’s across from you at meetings. but he takes it all in stride, only huffing at you softly but—but you see it. the way you’re wearing him down, how his irritation grows and festers every time he catches a glimpse of your evil little grin.
it comes to a head, again, when you fuck with him about hero work. it’s late, you shouldn’t even be here, and yet here you are—standing in front of his desk, swiping away the reports he had been working on for hours now. he doesn’t say anything for a long while, his head tilted down, the shadows casted by his bangs hiding the green in his eyes. until they look at you, so quick, his movements are barely seen when he brings you halfway over his desk.
“I need you to stop it.” He tells you, firm and slow and deliberate, a hand gripped on the base of your neck as he stands. he’s nose to nose with you, and you can damn near count every freckle dotting his face. his mouth is tight and his thick brows are pulled taut, the scars running across his face twitching and you think—he’s never looked hotter.
“Or what?” You ask him, grinning, a little breathless at the green electricity that runs down his body. “I thought you weren’t a mean person, Deku. Are you really gonna be mean to me?”
he kisses the pout right off your lips. kisses and bites every visible inch of your skin as he drags you over the desk, teeth gnashing against your own; you taste copper, and you think that it’s never tasted better when it comes from him.
(he’s so mad at you the entire time, fusses at you for making him act like this at work. for making him fuck you so hard that it moves his desk a good two feet forward. for making him leave the impressions of his molars on your neck and your chest and your stomach and thighs. for making him grip you so tight that his knuckles white. for making him like the airy look you get whenever he gets so, so mean with you.)
fat pussy appreciation post. I’m talking chubby kitties, big thighs. no gaps. juicy juicy.