#POUNDT0WN (2 Death) ?!

TR MEN WHO HOLD YOU UP WHEN YOUR LEGS GROW WEAK

CHARACTERS: MIKEY, DRAKEN, IZANA, RAN, SANZU

PAIRINGS: ALL X FEM!READER (FEM TERMS)

WARNINGS: UNPROTECTED VAGINAL SEX, COWGIRL, REVERSE COWGIRL, STANDING SEX, SEX OVER A SINK, CREAMPIES, SIMULATENOUS ORGASMS

𓇬 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎

You're unable to even breathe properly. The wrecking force of Mikey's hips plow into your sorry cunt with each inkling of lust that coarses throughout his body. Slamming his cockhead into the fleshy bulb of your cervix, you start to feel your knees buckle. Mikey's got you spread out for him in a variation of reverse cowgirl. Your feet planted to the cushions of the sofa and your legs parted to the ends of the earth. Mikey nestles his head in the crook of your sweaty neck, complimentary moans slipping from his soft lips and going in one ear and out the other. You can't help but crash forwards, nearly flailing on the floor before Mikey wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. "I got you, sweet girl." Resuming your position, you continue to bounce up and down on Mikey's cock. Your ass slams against his base and you douse his balls in your slick. Mikey's nearly about to burst, thrusting his hips with one final push and emptying his load deep into your cunt as you milk him to completion.

𓇬 𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈

Draken fucks you in a similar manner, though he ensures that you're facing him. Riding Draken on your knees, you're spread out for him in all of your glory. Watching you eagerly, Draken maneuvers his cock in and out of you excitedly. "This is fun, baby. Havin' ya cum on my cock over and over again." You've just about obtained your third orgasm of the night, and the shock of such a wicked climax causes you to crash forward onto Draken. Your boyfriend's quick to catch you as you fall, biceps flexing as his forearms come up. "Pretty little thing, riding me so good she almost lost her composure." Draken laughs, urging you to continue riding him. You plant your feet to the mattress, palms flush against Draken's chest as your ass claps against his heavy balls. A moaning, blissed out Draken thrusts his hips upward to meet your deranged ones. His urge to cum inside of you is strong, and before he knows it, he's milking his own cock with the friction of your tight, wet walls. Followed by a generous load of seed that coats your slit as he pulls out.

𓇬 𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

Izana has your leg hoisted over the counter of the kitchen sink, rutting his strong hips into your ass. "Take it, baby. Take it." Mutters Izana, both of his hands grabbing at your sides as your head lightly nudges against the mirror, causing it to shake. Your legs begin to tremble, your vision failing you as Izana pushes his hips forward, his chest flush against your exhausted back and his entire weight positioned against you. "So, so deep. Izana!" You cry, feeling the head of his cock slam into your needy cervix and plow into the globe of flesh easily and relentlessly. Izana's a man of power. He's quite frankly the dominant one in your relationship, and will at any cost do what it takes to break you. "Izana... I can't." You feel your legs turn to mere mush, your jelly-like limbs supported by Izana's embrace alone. "You can, and you fuckin will," he delivers a smack to your asscheeks. "I've got you, princess. My babygirl." Izana repositions your ankle that was previously dangling from the edge of the sink. "Want me to cum?" It's almost as if there's a hint of demand in his voice. You nod excitedly, and Izana spurts a tremendous load inside of your weeping cunt. So deep that when he withdraws, you have to stall a couple moments before the creampie takes it course dribbling out of you.

𓇬 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

Ran's a force of nature. Plowing into your tight cunt from behind in your standing position, hands placed around your hips. "Got me a nice, obedient little whore." Ran bites his lip between his teeth, licking his lips at the sight of your gorgeous body being wracked back and forth against his own. Ran stills momentarily, catching a glimpse of your hand trailing down to your clit. "It's my turn." Ran snatches your wrist away, and instead places his nimble fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Ah! Ah... Ran, baby." You whine as you endure the assault of your boyfriend's fingers. "Yeah, yeah. Like that, babygirl? Like having your little clit played with, angel?" You're completely enamored with bliss. Eventually, your legs give out, and Ran's cock slips out much to his demise as your body writhes upon the floor. "Baby, what'd I do? Fuck ya too hard?" Ran aids you in standing up, repositioning you as quickly as possible. His desperation to cum was in the forefront of his brain, and as soon as he felt the noticeable twinge in his balls, he released his seed, painting your walls with the milky fluid. "I know how much you needed that, princess." He places a darling kiss on your neck.

𓇬 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

Sanzu's not one to play games. When he's in the mood to fuck, you'd better prepare you cunt for a harsh pounding. Sanzu's strong arms lift you up, legs on either side of him as his cock recklessly slips inside of you, bottoming out immediately. "Fuck!" Sanzu gasps, the feeling of your wet walls no longer a distant memory in his mind. You're right there, he's here. There's nothing more the man could ask for. His body does not tire quickly. Each thrust is another impetus for his impending orgasm. Sanzu can feel the way your legs tremble and shake within his grasp. Embracing you, his hips pound forward into your awaiting hole as slick drips down both your thighs and his. "Such a darling cunt, and it's all mine. Mine!" He angles his hips in order to pound straight into that fleshy cervix of yours. Stationing his hands tightly around your hips and digging crescents into the soft skin. "Sanzu! Cumming..." You cry. "Cummin' too, princess. Fuck..." Sanzu elicits, body writhing as he feels your legs wrap around his waist in desperation. "Your cunt feels too fuckin' good for me not to spill my fuckin' load." His raunchy choice of words spur you on, and you're clenching hard around Sanzu's cock as he slams his hips in tangent. With a disdained wail, he unloads ribbons of seed into your soft walls, filling up your cunt with hot and sticky ropes that are sure to stain the heated flesh once he's withdrawn.

ROOMATE!IWAIZUMI loves the way your face looks when you come home from work and find him lounging shirtless in your kitchen. Yeah… mhm..

It was an innocent action at first, holding no intention of watching the way you flushed a deep red as your eyes trailed down his skin, shining with a thin layer of sweat—he’d only just got back from work. Being an athletic trainer requires a lot of movement, he tells you. Only arriving home himself a few minutes ago, he, by first instinct (conveniently forgetting about the existence of his cute roommate in the process), peeled off the garment and freed himself of the suffocation. His muscles tense, a subtle reminder of the long day he’s lived. You wondered if he guided his clients as he told them what to do, how his rough hands felt ghosting over their skin as he adjusted them–

“You alright?” he asked after a moment of basking in your clouded gaze. He knew fully well that you were, in fact, not alright. Nothing gave him away but the slight curl of his lips, and maybe the flush of his cheeks, but he swears that’s just from being tired. Not because his skin alights as your eyes swipe over it. No, he likes that a completely normal, platonic amount. But then he’s smirking and leaning against the counter, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and you both know there’s a shift. You almost dropped dead right there, and Iwaizumi knew he’d gladly be the grim reaper if it meant sticking with you to the afterlife. And maybe teasing you. That was optional.

Can you guys feel her lurking I can feel her. I’m scared. @sahrii

RANDOM TOKYO REV HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED

Mikey does not fucking play around when you're play fighting. Maybe it's because of his ego or the title of being "unbeatable" but he does not mess around. You have had times when it's turned into a physical fight before you yield and give up. And it you're trying to play fight with him to just get him to pin you down or start something dirtier- it will not work. He just is so cocky and worked up that he will be absolutely oblivious to what you're trying to do.

Mikey also goes on more dates with Draken then he does with you. Draken says their not dates with a scoff but Mikey insists that they are. He says him and Draken are a package deal.

Chifuyu likes to lick you. Not in a sexual way either. You two will just be sitting together, cuddling and reading and he'll just stare at you before licking your cheek. He'll grin when you squeal and try and wipe it off with a disgusted look.

Husband!Draken cooks shirtless. King is unbothered. You often wake up to him cooking breakfast in just a pair of sweatpants.

Naoto shows his affection by giving you his favorite books. He's spent so much time focused on his police work and schooling that he doesn't exactly know how to show affection. One day when at a bookshop for a case, he noticed a copy one of his favorite books. He remembered that you had mentioned that you like hearing about his interests and hope to one day be able to gush with him about them. So he bought you the book and when he came back home gave it to you with a shy blush.

(I love Naoto- hehe)

Kakucho will often just stare at you. Before you started dating you thought it was because he fucking hated you. You often still think it's kinda creepy but now he'll mumble something like... "pretty," as he does and all creepiness melts into love.

Kokonoi bites you. Again, not in a sexual way- he'll just- nom. When it first happened it really freaked you out. He was staring at you and just leaning forward- gently biting down on your nose- not a nip- a whole ass chomp.

Mitsuya has a nasty habit of using the same language he does around his sisters with you. If you work with little kids you know what I mean. Once you were asking him to pass you some hot chocolate and he said, "What do we say?" with the most serious expression. Once you blinked at him and mumble a small, "please," he realized what he had said. He quickly turned red and profusely apologized.

Shinichiro gets genuinely offended when you call him anything but handsome or hot. Once you told him he was adorable and he was so offended. He was frosting some cookies you two had baked and he was just so concentrated, his tongue poking out from his lips. He was just so cute! "You're adorable," you told him with a smile. He told you to never say such a thing with the most serious face you had seen.

Izana likes to kiss your neck. You don't know if it's the sense of control it gives him or just the way it makes you blush, but he likes to randomly grab you by the back of the neck and place his thumb under your jaw before kissing the front of your throat.

Rindo's love language is annoyance. Like he doesn't verbally tell you he loves you but he'll absolutely stick his finger in your ear while cuddling. And just like Kokonoi and Chifuyu, he'll bite and lick you to show affection. You're honestly on edge every time the both of you are cuddling.

Seishu hates being tickled. Like fucking despises it. As in will not hesitate to physically attack you if you try and tickle him. How you first found this out was while you were trying to get a one up on him as you were play fighting. As he was sat on top of you, you tried to tickle his sides. He ended up elbowing you in the face, resulting in a black eye and pretty major silent treatment.

touya todoroki completes community service hours at an aquarium.

your supervisors, understandably, were adamantly against having the convicted criminal anywhere near the facility, its staff, and its animals. however, after being reassured time and time again that he wouldn't be working in public areas, you were assigned to be his unofficial parole officer (or off-fish-er you called it) because of your hydrokinetic quirk. not only were you responsible for watching a criminal, you were also the first line of defense in case he decided to make the facility into a seafood boil.

you'd better be getting a stellar letter of recommendation after all this.

as luck would have it, word spread quickly among aquarium staff about the new volunteer and his...messy...history. you received many texts wishing you good luck and stating that you're in many people's prayers as if working with him would be a death sentence. but, to your surprise, your first day with touya is actually...not terrible.

"you're doing a nice job. you can cut them into larger chunks if you want," you recommend kindly as he slices pieces of shrimp and fish for the penguins and drops them into the gray bucket.

"don't want them to choke," he mumbles almost imperceptibly. from what you've heard about him, touya was physically incapable of shutting up and always had some snarky insult to mutter under his breath. the man you were working with, however, kept his thoughts to himself and only engaged you with curt acknowledgments of tasks. "these got bones in 'em still?"

"digestible ones, yeah," you confirm, a little confused about why he's so curious. he struck you as the type of guy to just work and finish his assignments with as little energy exertion as possible. but here he was, concerned for the animals' safety even when he hadn't even seen them yet. "we just need to cut them up because some of them try to swallow the big ones whole, and we don't need them blocking their throats."

"how many are there?"

"the penguins?" he hums in assent, never taking his eyes off the precise cuts on the food. "i think our colony is a few dozen, maybe twenty-two?"

"do they get along well?"

"some of them are a little feistier than others," you admit with a fond smile. "but the majority of them are really sweet. you'll see when you meet them."

"meet them?"

"you're not walking out with me, of course," you quickly correct. "my shift lead's gonna have my head on a stake if you so much as show a finger to the public." he nods, an odd sort of quiet falling between you two that was more awkward than the previous silence. if you knew any better, you would interpret his expression for disappointment. "there's one recovering from an illness backstage named peach. she gets fed on her own, but if there's some left over i can take you over there to feed her."

"it's fine. don't wanna bother your routine," he mutters with a shrug, but you catch the renewed glint in his eyes at the prospect of meeting one of the animals personally. after feeding the main colony and not-so-accidentally leaving a few treats at the bottom of the bucket, touya follows you through the back halls of the vet center to peach's holding area.

"be warned, she's one of the feisty ones," you caution him, carefully stepping into the plexiglass-enclosed space. he copies your motions exactly and you're surprised, again, from the great care he seems to take when interacting with the small penguin. "so, all you need to do is hand out the fish to her and let her take it in her beak."

"does she dislike new people?" he asks as peach aggressively inspects his shins, prodding them with her beak when touya tries to step away. "i don't think she likes me."

"it's the opposite, believe it or not; you're making her angry when you try to give her space like that," you reply with a stifled laugh.

"oh. i see." peach continues to slap touya with her fins and poke him until he gives her what she wants, a large chunk of fish straight from his hand. you kneel down next to him when he has a seat on the floor, his eyes curiously observing the spunky bird. "she always this sassy with you?"

"only when she gets jealous," you smile, running your hand over the top of her head. her eyes close in contentment before returning to touya's outstretched food offering. "what do you think?"

"about what?"

"do you think this arrangement is gonna be a nightmare for you?" he pauses and, for the millionth time that day, surprises you with how much thought he put into his actions.

"if everyone i meet is as easy as you and her," he says, gesturing to peach but speaking soft enough to make your cheeks heat, "i think i'll get by."

---

"peach duty today?"

"schedule got mixed around, so we'll be giving her dinner instead of lunch today," you reply and touya hums at your side, an answer that could be considered rude if you didn't already know he was a man of few words.

few words, that is, if he was speaking to anyone other than the animals. after a month of touya shadowing you, you could pick up on the little conversations he had with the different animals he took care of: asking the cownose rays to calm down during feeding time, warning the reef sharks that they might need braces if they keep losing so many teeth (he kept forgetting it was normal for them to lose that many teeth), quietly cheering on the day octopus as he breaks into a jar full of crabs.

"who've we got today?"

"took a hell of a lotta convincing, but my boss is letting you meet my best friend today," you inform him. touya walks in step beside you like he'd memorized the fishy-smelling back halls of the aquarium, barely sparing passing wary staff so much as a glance. you'd be intimidated, too, if he wasn't your partner; he was formidable in his favorite blue windbreaker with his hands stuffed casually in its pockets that subtly accented the lean muscle in his arms. not that you were paying much attention to his body, anyway.

"and who would that be?"

"her name is donna, but i call her mama donna." he follows you down a corridor he'd never taken before, toward the very back of the medical wing. "take that hall on the right and change into a wetsuit; i'll meet you back over here, okay?"

"why do i need to change?"

"well, because you're getting in the water with me."

shit.

it's the first time touya hesitates in a long time when you beckon him to join you in the shallow pool. you'd already summoned donna, who was much larger of an animal than he expected. you said she was an adult zebra shark, but all he could register is the tiny tank of brown sacks the size of his hand just outside the walls of the pool.

"i don't think it's the best--"

"get in the water, touya, or i'm gonna report you for insubordination," you interrupt, waist-deep in the water. you don't mean it, of course, but you did need a hand with donna if you were going to check on the status of her eggs.

"i shouldn't be in the water with her, 'specially if she's a mother."

"what, you got something against moms?" he flinches and you suddenly regret speaking so brashly, something about his reaction indicating that you'd hit a nerve. "sorry, that was insensitive--"

"i don't wanna hurt her if i..." his voice trails off and he looks down at his scarred hands, the tissue dark enough to almost match the color of his wetsuit. "it's better for everyone if i don't get close to her if she's vulnerable." you wait for him to look you dead in the eyes before answering.

"i wouldn't bring you to meet her if i didn't think you were ready, touya," you begin gently. "i don't think of you the same way as the rest of the staff because you've proven that you're different from the gossip."

"but what if i--"

"did you forget why i'm paired with you in the first place?" donna swims around you impatiently, nudging you with her nose while you continue to convince touya to get in the water. "i'm the only one on staff that can neutralize you, but i know i won't need to."

"how are you so sure?"

"because i hear you talk to them," you state simply, rubbing your hand on donna's nose as her tail splashes your upper body. "your little conversations tell me you care, even if i'm not allowed to be a part of them." you shoot him a wry smile and he finally scoffs, partly a chuckle and partly an exhale; he didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "i'll drown you if you heat this water by even half a degree, so help me with donna and then we can go visit peach, yeah?"

---

you'd fallen into an unexpectedly fond partnership over the course of your six months of touya-duty. he was a pretty damn good listener, letting you boss him this way and that and only retaliating with a lighthearted eyeroll. on certain occasions, he would open up about his history, and you followed along intently. he insisted on doing the heavy lifting and opening every door for you, even if you weren't carrying anything. he remembered every animal by name and could tell apart the most similar looking creatures, pointing out their differences with an expression that screamed 'is it not obvious?' towards the end of his assignment, you both faced an unexpected surprise.

his family came to visit.

well, not all of his family, only the ones touya maintained somewhat of a relationship with. in the times he'd opened up, he briefly mentioned his now-graduated little brother, shoto, and the work he'd done to mend the tears between him, his mother, and his other siblings. you consider it a blessing that only his mother and siblings appear when you round the corner to the 'vip only' waiting area (from your talks, you'd also learned it'd be on sight if touya's retired father stepped on the property). he freezes when he sees his family as the guests who would be shadowing him, becoming uncharacteristically stiff as petrified wood.

"welcome, todoroki family. i'm so glad you could join us today," you greet with a polite smile. only when your hand gently settles on touya's shoulder, the reminder of your presence melting the chill in his veins, does the tension in his body dissipate. "touya? d'you wanna introduce me to your family?" he glances at you, your unwavering trust in him, and his eyes soften as he nods.

"yeah," he affirms quietly. "yeah, i can do that."

"doing great, partner," you whisper once you're acquainted with the family and on the move, heading toward the back halls of the tropical gallery. "i'll only talk if you need me to, today, because i want this to be about you and them."

"but you're not gonna leave me, right?"

"wouldn't dream of it," you reassure him, something in your heart stumbling when he gives you an easy smile. as the day goes on and touya guides his family through the back corridors of the facility, he's able to ramble about all the knowledge he'd acquired while working with you. at each exhibit, he points out every species with total accuracy and shares his favorite quirks about certain animals. you have a front-row seat for the way his eyes, usually so molten and intense, have a star-like quality to them when he talks about his new friends, the abalone and the otters and the sea bass. his family observes him in awe, and you catch his mother watching you watch him several times. touya ends the day by introducing peach, his self-proclaimed 'number one girl,' and helping his family with her nightly feeding. though all the todoroki siblings struck you as reserved when you first met them, their conversations were full of life as they walked ahead and you trailed behind with his mother.

"this suits him," rei states with a thoughtful smile.

"i'm biased, but i agree," you reply. she fixes you again with that curious stare, analyzing you. "do i have fish scales on my face?" she laughs and shakes her head.

"no, i'm just indebted to you for getting through to him." you blink, taken aback by her genuine response. "being with you makes him happy. i haven't seen him like this in a long while." she turns back to her children, walking in one raucous group and making plans to get dinner after his shift. "he doesn't talk with them like this often."

"i imagine it's all a mother would want after everything they've been through, if i may," you add and she hums in agreement.

"it is. it's also why, i hope you wouldn't mind," she trails off and her eyebrows pinch slightly, like she's thinking of something worrisome. "if he could stay here."

"of course. i've noticed that he has a knack for husbandry, so--"

"he wants to stay with you," she cuts in, her voice soft as powdered snow. "and i'd like him to stay with you, if it means we can see him more like--"

"this," you finish for her, gesturing to the pile of adult men wrestling each other just ahead, their sister shaking her head from afar. rei sighs, her smile turning sad.

"exactly." before you can give her your reply, touya has escaped his brothers and approached to steal you from his mother.

"if you take those double doors and turn left, you'll end up in the gift shop. wait there and we can get dinner once i'm off," he tells rei, taking her hand and squeezing it once. "i won't be long." she nods and joins her other children, leaving you alone with touya in front of the staff-only window of the sea lion pool. the fading afternoon light catches in the water's rippling and sends a soft beam of light across the cavern. the largest of the lions, boris, floats from below to observe you and touya standing in front of his tank.

"he moves like a slinky," touya states and you can't help but laugh.

"he does move like a slinky, you're right." you turn to him and find he's already looking back at you, not boris. "i loved meeting your family today," you offer in the silence that makes the heartbeat in your ears sound so much louder. "they're very sweet, especially your mother."

"what were you two talking about while we were away?"

"she wanted to show me baby photos," you tease and he gives his signature eyeroll. "but really," you inhale and steady yourself, "she was saying how much this suits you."

"i'd have to agree," he murmurs, his eyes glowing like dying embers. you're close enough to smell him, smoky and rich and only the slightest bit like fish. the proximity feels comforting, like home. "if...if you'd let me--"

"stay with me," you blurt. he blinks at you, the rosy color on the tips of his ears standing out against the bright white. "i-i want you to stay with me." you wait and the quiet stews, nothing moving except slinky-like boris in the water beside you. touya's reply is barely above a whisper.

"i want to stay with you." you release a shaky exhale and let your head fall forward against his chest, steadied by his arms securing themselves around your waist. your hands slide over his shoulders and rest at the nape of his neck, fiddling with the tuft of hair at its base. "please let me stay with you," he breathes in your ear. his arms flex as his grip tightens, like you'd turn to water if he held you too loosely. touya feels like his heart is rattling in his ribcage, bouncing around uncontrollably the longer he has you in his arms. he hasn't felt his chest ache like this before.

"yes, i want you to stay with me," you confirm and he melts into you, breathing you in like fresh oxygen.

"for how long?"

"as long as you'd let me," you answer honestly. the corner of his mouth turns upward in a teasing smirk.

"and if i said forever?"

"then i guess i'd have to oblige," you beam. your hands cup his face, tracing the seam of his scars, and your eyes flutter shut as his lips meet yours. it's careful, the first time he kisses you, and he's terrified you'd slip from his fingers. but you don't disappear, so he lets himself lace your fingers with his and drag you out to the rest of his loved ones, hand-in-hand and finally feeling like he can do something good.

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you're laying back on your bed with your head hanging over the edge and your phone pressed to your ear, smiling over the fact that your call was picked up in just a few short seconds and you hear dabi's voice greet you. it's lonely in his condo while he's out for work, doing your best to keep busy but you can't help missing him. you parade around in his shirts and sweaters despite the vast wardrobe you own on your side of the closet. you lit one of his cigarettes not to partake but to just feel as if he was around, comforted by the smell of tobacco. he's murmuring into the phone and you swear that you can hear his smile as he speaks to you. he'll be home soon and he's going to show you how much he missed you while he was away ♡

dabi says that he's going to make you the prettiest mess when he’s back home with you. he's going to make you cry because he loves when you have teardrops clinging onto your eyelashes and when they run down your cheeks. he'll make you greet him with that sweet mouth of yours, first with a kiss and then by choking you on his cock. you're told to wear his favorite perfume, the one that smells of pink peppercorn and jasmine and vanilla, and to put on something flimsy and easy for him to rip apart—he wants to feel like he's opening a present that he's been waiting for when he’s got you in front of him. you have a hand dipped into your panties, rubbing at your clit as dabi makes promises to utterly ruin you. he'll fill you and that needy cunt of yours with his cum soon enough ♡

I randomly got a thought in my mind 😭; Tutor!Choso helping bimbo!Reader with their homework but it turns to something different 😭!!

YOU'RE NOT DUMB AT ALL, ARE YOU? choso kamo cw — afab, bimbo!reader, oral which isn't surprising bc i DO believe choso eats u out for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner (f + m receiving), dumbification, pwp, unprotected sex, lap sex, riding, choso has a dick and tongue piercing, a little twist on the prompt, slightly mean choso (?) but he also praises u so its ok

( EROS WRITES — guess our brothers have smth in common after all... also ahhh u guys r feeding me with ideas !!! imagine this time bc i didn't wanna force u guys to only read hcs.. ik those get boring over time. i'm not entirely familiar with choso's character but plz lmk if u guys like how i write him. i went a diff route with this too !! rushed ending tho bc i got lazy + reminder: PLEASE SEND ME MORE REQS!!! i love getting them.)

choso thinks you're adorable.

when he first met you, all dolled up for dinner with your dad and not having expected for him to be there, he didn't think much of you besides the spoiled little rich girl whose daddy hired him to tutor before you could possibly fail your economics class. he knew you got everything handed to you, and he figured you were a spoiled brat. but that wasn't his place to call you out on. you could behave however you wanted as long as it didn't harm him.

but then you met his little brother.

when you had showed up outside of his tiny, cramped apartment, he felt a little embarrassed, considering he was dressed in a gray shirt and gray sweatpants, whilst you were dressed up in a white tennis skirt and a light purple baby tee, jewelry practically making you shine in the barely lit hallway. but you didn't say anything; you didn't seem to care, really.

you were more than polite to his brothers, excitedly introducing yourself and nodding eagerly along to yuuji's quick rambling about his favorite kid's tv show. choso hadn't ever met anyone who didn't think it was weird that he was raising his little brother, or anyone who hadn't looked down on the two of them for living in a dingy apartment in the sketchy side of the city. but you didn't. once again, you didn't say anything and didn't seem to care, even when you came from riches or piles of gold and he came from trash on the street.

when he ushers yuuji into the lady across the hall's apartment, a kind woman who offered to babysit, his brother practically begs to stay. you nearly cave and join yuuji's side, but choso shakes his head and sends the pink-haired boy off, much to his little brother's dismay.

now, the two of you sit at choso's desk in his bedroom. he watches you, as you shift your vision back and forth from the textbook and to the journal he has you writing vocabulary on. you catch on too quickly for someone who claims to not have a clue about what you're studying. he has a hypothesis.

"you purposefully failed," he decides, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back into his seat. his brows are furrowed, gaze settled on the back of your head. he watches you pause.

"what do you mean?" you murmur, tilting your head to the side and meeting his gaze. a nervous laugh tumbles from your lips. "why would i—"

"attention," he interrupts softly. he knows his next words are a little cruel. "daddy didn't focus on you enough, huh?"

"who do you think you are—"

"i bet you tried your hardest to fail, hoping your dad would actually start caring about you," he shakes his head, laughing a bit. "princess isn't dumb at all, is she?"

you sigh. "i'm sorry, okay? i dunno what i was thinking."

choso is silent. he didn't expect you to actually admit to it.

"i can make it up to you," you mutter, and he finds it adorable how shy you sound. your gaze flickers to his crotch, and his brows lift carefully. he's surprised by your actions and he thinks you sound a bit dumb when you've been caught doing something you shouldn't be doing. he's even more surprised when he lifts his hips and your hand grazes the waistband of his sweatpants.

that's what leads to now; you on your knees, lips wrapped plumply around his cock. your head bobs gently, and he lets out a groan, as your hand pumps him at the same time. his head is tossed back, hair framing his features. he's sure he looks fucked out already, and you've barely touched him.

he feels his thighs tighten and begrudgingly pushes you away before you can milk him dry, letting out a soft breath at the whine you let out. "don't worry," he brings his thumb over your bottom lip, admiring the drool that forms at the corner of your mouth. "g'na make you feel real good."

and he does, as he sits you atop his desk and spreads your legs, thighs tossed over his shoulders. your panties—a baby blue pair with satin flowers sewn into them; he makes a mental note to keep them tucked carefully away in his sock drawer—are pushed to the side, as he hungrily eats away at you, pierced tongue lapping up your collection of wetness and juices. your hands eagerly tug at his hair, and he finds himself moaning, vibrations sending goosebumps up your spine.

"choso," you gasp, head tossed back, eyes squeezed shut. "i'm gonna—" "cum," he orders, tapping your hipbone. you obey, a small cry leaving you as he continues, not stopping as bursts of white hot pleasure spurt through you. it's not until you're tiredly pushing his head away that he finally stops, lower half of his face completely covered in your mess.

"i wanna ride you," you whimper pathetically, and he nods, sitting back down in his chair. you straddle him, sliding your panties fully to the ground and his sweats off of him.

you sink down on his cock as he tenses. you pause, hissing a bit at the stretch. "i don't know if i can," you whisper, as if it's some big secret. "too much."

he plants one of his hands firmly, but softly, on your hips, slowly beginning to guide you. "s'okay," he murmurs, using the other to lift your shirt over your head. no bra. if you weren't struggling to take his cock, he'd tease you. "you were just begging, weren't you?"

you bite your bottom lip and nod pitifully, and he smiles up at you, lips curled upwards into a gentle one. slowly but surely, you begin to rock your hips against his.

his eyes focus on your breasts, bringing one thumb over your nipple. he gives it an experimental flick, relishing in the way you moan his name because of it.

his mouth quickly latches onto it, as you ride him, your pace quickening. your head nearly falls back, the stimulation apparently being too much. he hums, seemingly wanting to test something, and begins rubbing circles around your clit.

"don't do that, choso," you whine, shaking your head. "i'm gonna cum again."

"that's the point, sweetheart," choso murmurs, lifting his head to meet your lips. he sucks on your tongue, kissing you hungrily. he pulls away with a shaky breath, a string of saliva connecting you both. "need me to take over?"

you nod eagerly, and he smiles once again, before quickly placing his hands back on your hips. he begins thrusting back up into you, hips smacking into yours loudly. your moans sound like music to his ears, and soon, he's filling you up, sweat forming at his hairline as he comes.

he thinks he'll need to keep tutoring you if you really want that A.

erosuya. (@cafekitsune for divider.)

Rintaro Suna believes there are absolutes in life. For example, he'll never score higher than a 75 in social studies, or that chuupets taste best on a hot day... Oh, or that you are totally and completely unavailable.

You call Kita, Shin. You always have ever since he met you. He calls you by your first name as well. He always has ever since Suna knew of your existence.

It's impossible to miss—Kita lives in such a methodical way. Like clockwork you show up in the gym just as practice ends. You help clean up. You make small talk with the team. You wait until Kita is done. Then you walk home together.

Suna didn't think much of you at first, just another person in his orbit. But then, during practice on a particularly hot day you showed up with popsicles and watermelon for the team. Kita scolded you for it, talking about how you spoil them. You shrugged it off, saying you have the right. The rest of the guys rushed to get their treats, Suna gave it a second, too sluggish in the heat. Something cold pressed against his temple. It was you, poking him with a pack of chuupets. You'd gone out of your way to refrigerate them. "You like these right? I saw them on sale so I got you some."

That day, something in his brain stuttered. But not that it mattered because you were taken by the captain of the volleyball team. Even if Kita is a bit of a weird hardass robot kind of guy, Suna likes him. Respects him too much to even entertain the notion of flirting with you.

"Maaaan!" Atsumu whines in the locker room. "I wanna show off my service ace." He's been complaining about you not coming to watch a practice.

Akagi rolls him eyes. "Some people actually study, y'know. Apparently Kita-san is eyein' some fancy university in Tokyo."

"Yeah, Tsumu." Osamu drawls. "Kita-senpai doesn't have volleyball brain like you. So studyin' ain't a lost cause."

Suna pauses halfway through putting on his jacket. "Kita-senpai?" The words are foreign in his tongue.

"Huh?" Gin looks at him. "Yeah. You know. Kita-senpai. They're cousins. We call 'em Kita-senpai so we don't get confused with the captain."

Suna appreciates another absolute as he throws on his shoes and sprints down the stairs to where he knows you're waiting for your cousin. The fact that he is an absolute idiot.

Breathe you in like smoke (Dabi x Reader)

Also available on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/56030950

He's doing it again.

You don't look up from your phone as you hear it. A breathy, feminine giggle and footsteps. The smell of perfume hits your nose, and you scrunch it on reflex - it's sweet and tangy at first but fades into something acidic and cloying the longer it lingers. And she's put on way too much. Hastily, realising you're wearing your emotions clearly on your face, you smooth out your expression again even though nobody is looking at you and probably don't give a shit what you're thinking.

Dabi leads the girl, who is drunk and giddy, no doubt she either has no idea who he is and just thinks he's a dangerous-looking bad boy. If only she knew just how bad he actually is, she'd likely run out of the place screaming and speed-dialling the cops with a manicured finger. Her footsteps are clumsy as she totters after him, his own footsteps sure and slow on the rickety stairs that lead up to the loft, a room Dabi unilaterally claimed as his own and nobody had either the energy or balls to protest this decision.

Irritation stirs in the pit of your stomach, despite your best efforts to maintain your air of nonchalance on the outside, like you're doing nothing more noteworthy than catching a bus. Dabi does this from time to time, picks up some random who doesn't know or care to know his identity, luring them back to the base for a quickie before unceremoniously booting them out again. You're convinced he has some form of exhibition kink, because he doesn't care to keep the noise down and neither does whoever he's pounding into the mattress. Spinner has complained more than once, but Dabi’s response is simply that he’s jealous his ugly ass could never.

Well, nobody’s ever called Dabi the epitome of tact.

And here you are, steeped in unrequited lust and a considerable amount of frustration as you have to sit and listen to this rigmarole and wishing, just once, that it was you he was leading upstairs.

You’ve honestly no idea if Dabi had an inkling about how you feel about him. You’re not stupid and know that to wear your interest openly will get you nowhere - he held everyone at arm's length, even his own comrades, and his primary concerns are his own goals. The fact your ears always prick whenever you hear the heavy tread of his boots entering a room, or whenever he rasps out one of his sarcastic jabs in response to the group's antics, or the way your skin tingles if he ever accidentally touches you, shoulder skimming yours when you were hunkered down, waiting in alleyways to pounce on unsuspecting victims to rob or worse, a graze of his fingertips if you occasionally requested he light your cigarette for you. His azure eyes seem to see everything, and yet they look through you in a way that makes you want to weep on your weaker days. You can act as uncaring and indifferent as him outwardly, but on the inside? On the inside, it's like your chest is being squeezed by his apathy. Even the littlest approving glance or backhanded compliment can lift your mood like nothing else, whereas one of his cutting remarks will have you picking over the subject of it for days, wondering if you'd slipped even further down in value in his eyes.

You stand up abruptly, nearly knocking your chair over and catching it just in time.

"I'm going for a smoke." you announce to nobody in particular.

"Have fun!” Twice says, waving at you like you were about to board a train. "Take a flyin' leap!"

You disappear out the door, passing where Kurogiri and Compress are playing some card game. Strictly speaking, you don't need to go outside to smoke, it isn't like anybody in the League cares about breathing in your secondhand smoke, but you prefer the privacy of smoking outside, just you and your cigarette and your simmering thoughts. People (usually Himiko) bugging you to ask questions while you were trying to get your precious nicotine hit makes you quite homicidal.

Given who you were affiliated with, it’s best not to be seen just casually hanging around on the street corner. So, you round the building and climb up the rusty fire escape, taking care to compensate for the missing rungs of the ladder or patches of rust that will scrape your hands. The stink of rotting garbage is fortunately not as bad as it could be, the wind is blowing the smell in the other direction.

The base’s rooftop is nice and quiet, and you pop a cigarette in your mouth and cup your hand around the end of it to light it, the snick-snick of the wheel grazing your thumb sounding loud in the silence. A spark flares to life and you lean into it, pulling in a lungful of smoke with relief. It settles something in you, smooths over your frazzled nerves like a comforting hand stroking your hair.

As you take the cigarette between your index and middle finger, you hear a noise, and your head turns. It came from the window built into the brickwork.

Like someone driving past a car accident, repelled and fascinated at once, you slip closer. You can't stop yourself, it's as instinctive as breathing, and you suck hard on your cigarette as your eyes take in the tableau before you.

The girl Dabi brought in is on his futon on all fours. Her little strapless dress has been shoved up over her hips, the shiny black material reminding you of an oil spill. Her face is splotchy, and her makeup looks like it made its excuses and left some time ago - there isn't much glitter left on her eyelids and her lipstick is blotted on her lower jaw from sloppy kisses. Behind her is Dabi and you stifle a gasp at the sight. Normally you never see him out of that black duster he seems to have glued to his body, but now?

Now, you're treated to a very different sight indeed. He's shirtless and though his lower half is obscured by the girl, you can see enough. It's surprising how broad his shoulders are - a swimmer's built, broad shoulders, toned arms that taper into a small waist. He's more muscular than you were expecting too, you can see the tendons in his arms flex as he wraps a hand around the back of the girl's neck.

"Stay still,” he orders her in a husky voice that has you stiffening on your rooftop perch, crouched there like a gargoyle.

She’s panting with excitement already and you hear the jingle as he loosens his belt – not even bothering to slide his jeans off, just undoing the fly and unbuttoning them.

You lean closer to the glass, eyes glued to Dabi, watching him with the rapt attention of someone observing a tragedy on the news in real time. His torso is a map of scars, velvety under the moody lighting on his room, yet you’re enraptured by the sight of him, drinking in the sight greedily. After all, who knows when you’ll get a chance to see this again?

Envy tugs at you and you moodily inhale on your cigarette. What the fuck has this woman got that you haven’t, anyway? What makes her so special he’s willing to fuck her and not you? Your eyes narrow into an angry squint, though that’s partly to protect them from the veil of smoke.

“This what you want, huh?” he asks mockingly to the girl, giving her ass a sharp slap that makes her jolt, and ridiculously, you copy the action like her shadow.

“Yes, yes…” she pants, rocking her hips back, like she just can’t wait anymore, her body quivering in excitement. “Please, please fuck me…”

He laughs, and fuck it’s hot, so rough and condescending. He grips her hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh where no doubt there’ll be finger-shaped marks by the time morning comes.

“You dirty slut.”

He doesn’t seem like he minds too much though, and after a moment’s adjustment he’s leaning forward and the girl’s body jerks as he sinks his cock into her – you don’t need to be able to see it from where you are, the look on her face tells you everything you need to know. Her glossy lips drop open, and she throws back her head.

“Oh-! Oh, god!”

“Yeah? That feel good?” he growls.

Yes. You mouth in answer, her response coming out garbled. You glance around – ridiculously, because you’re on the roof and it’s not like anybody can see you, not unless they were flying directly overhead and somehow you think a helicopter or a plane have more important matters to bother with – and slowly undo your own jeans.

Fuck, you really thought you had more dignity than this, touching yourself to the sight of Dabi fucking someone into the mattress, panting and needy and frustrated, but you can’t stop yourself. You don’t want to stop.

Your fingers slip past the flimsy cotton barrier of your panties as you shamelessly ogle the scene below – the woman doesn’t seem to be wearing any herself, so Dabi thrusts into her unimpeded, making a growling sound that tends a shiver through your body. If you close your eyes, you might even be able to trick yourself into thinking his raspy instructions are aimed at you;

“That’s it. Fuckin’ take it.” He demands, slapping her ass again. “S’what you’re here for, isn’t it? To be fucked.”

Oh god. You think to yourself – you’ve always had a bit of a thing for voices and Dabi’s, when he bothers to talk, is nice. Raspy with a hint of a growl, and you’ve seen him use it to shut up an entire room of bickering people before.

“My own little fucktoy.” he says, a bite in his words, but the woman doesn’t seem to care, only her own mounting pleasure is important, and you bite the inside of your cheek in an effort to stop yourself from responding verbally to things not aimed at you. If he heard you up here, you’d be utterly mortified.

Yet, the thrill of it, knowing that all he has to do is look up and he’d clearly see you through the skylight, is doing it for you in a way you’ve never experienced before. There’s a power in being an observer somehow, passing judgement while sitting up here, literally above it all. By now your fingers are soaked, and you’re going to have to sneak back to your own room and find some drier underwear to replace these, but right now it feels so good, such a release, that you don’t care. You don’t care about anything except chasing your own high, pulsing heat building in your core as you sink your fingers in deep, shamelessly using your own teammate as visual and audio aid. Your breathing falls in sync with their panting, fogging up the glass.

Hey, if he didn’t want you using his one-night stand to get yourself off, maybe he should keep his voice down and close the fucking blinds in future.

Dabi's really going at it now, grunting with the effort, plowing into her from behind. The dim lighting plays across his muscles and you're tracing each ridge with your eyes, like you're trying to make a mental map of them. The girl beneath him is moaning away like a pornstar, but Dabi seems disconnected from her, his teeth gritted, one hand gripping the back of her neck to hold her in place.

Your hands shake as you thrust your fingers deeper inside yourself, a whimper muffled behind your teeth that sinks into your bottom lip. Your knees are cramping from your crouched position and there’s a cold breeze whipping up between the alleyway below, creating an impromptu wind tunnel, yet all these unpleasant sensations around you, it only heightens the pleasure building in your cunt, heat sending you breathless.

“Oh god, yes, like that!” the woman wails, throwing her head back, and Dabi growls at her to shut up, even though there’s nothing about his tone or actions that imply he mean it.

She’s making such a racket that you can’t help it – when he pushes her head down so she’s practically kissing the mattress, grabbing her hip and lifting them up so he can plunge even deeper into her, you let out a gasp of your own.

“Oh, fuck yes-!”

And then he snaps his head up and locks eyes directly with you.

You can’t even squeak and pull away – his gaze pins you to the spot. Did he know you were there all along? Prickling shame races up and down your limbs, like you’re being jabbed with a cold needle all over.

Oh my god. You think helplessly, heat scorching your cheeks. He is NEVER going to let you live this down, is he?

But then he grins, wide and sharp, and he starts going even faster, hips snapping against the girl’s in a rough, mercilessly rhythm that rachets up her moaning louder and louder, the lewd smack of skin on skin audible beneath it. And all the while Dabi is watching your dumbstruck expression with a savage smile, knowing you’re unable to pull yourself away. Not until he’s done with the both of you.

She cries out in throes of ecstasy, but you can’t move, can’t bring yourself to keep going now you’ve been caught, even if your bottom half isn’t visible through the skylight – he knows what you were just doing and he’s certainly know if you started up again. Instead, you just sit there dumbly, mouth hanging open as you watch him fuck her to orgasm, her body jerking like a marionette with its strings cut. Dabi puts on a show of his own when he comes, clutching the woman’s hips like his own personal stress toy, throwing back his head and arching his back, all sinuous, writhing muscles.

And all the while he watches you from slitted blue eyes, revelling in the flustered, astonished expression on your face. It’s a good look for you, he decides.

When he’s spent, the woman collapses onto her side, panting, and Dabi tucks himself matter-of-factly back into his jeans without an ounce of self-consciousness to be seen.

“We’re done here. Get out.” He orders her in a toneless voice. Talk about wham, bam, but no thank-you ma'am to go with it.

She turns her head to look at him, astonishment and a smidge of indignation writ large on her face.

“What? Seriously? But how am I meant to- “

“I don’t give a shit. Go.”

He stares her down, all insolence, looking at her like she’s nothing, a bug under his shoe. Quite the contrast for someone who was bottoming out inside her but a few moments ago, and you wince slightly at his coldness, despite yourself. The woman backs down immediately, tugging her dress back down and scrambling awkwardly off the futon. Dabi doesn’t even deign to turn his head to watch her go, merely tracking her out of the corner of his eyes as she stuff her feet into her high heels (which she looks like she’s regretting now), and she’s gone in the blink of an eye, leaving only a lingering silence and tang of her sickeningly-sweet perfume.

Dabi tilts his head back lazily.

“Having fun up there?” he calls up to you, amusement lacing his words, like it’s all a private joke only he is in on, a smirk widening his scarred mouth. “Fuckin’ pervert.”

“I didn’t- didn’t mean to- “you begin, hearing how defensive and ridiculous you sound – you were literally caught right in the act, yet some remaining shreds of self-preservation insist in the falsehood anyway. And it is true that all you wanted to do was have a smoke in peace, at first.

Your words sputter and die an early death when Dabi cuts you off, a command that you have no choice but to obey, his finger curling in a beckon and his cerulean eyes gleaming with promise.

“You like to watch so much? Then come down here and I’ll give you a real show.”

First time f!reader face sitting on kento

sitting on nanami’s face for the first time ★

warnings. fem! reader, face sitting + riding, hair pulling, praise, talking you through it, pussy drunk nanami, mdni.

“but—” each of your shy protests only makes nanami’s smile widen as he’s gleefully entrapped between your thighs. you’re hovering, just a few more inches and you’d take your seat right on his face. a thumb of his caress the demure curvature of your hips whilst you’re stammering up what to say next. “but what if you can’t breathe? i- i don’t wanna crush you, ‘ken.”

he brings a damp kiss near the outline of your panties that were lazily tugged towards the side. “honey,” and his entire voice was smooth, lingering with pure silk. mousy, mahogany eyes of his meets yours and he’s so delicate with his fingers. he then drags it to make it roam near your exposed folds, bringing a chaste kiss towards your entrance. “i promise, that’s not gonna happen. ‘m gonna be able to breathe.”

you swallow thickly, feeling a surging pulse within you from how kind he delivered his words—you furrow a brow, pouty expression and all before adding another concern onto your worries, “but-”

“but, i love you,” he chimes in with a soft smile, a thumb running down your sopping slit to make your legs judder. another kiss gets planted against your cunt before he’s just pawing at your thighs to take its inevitable seat on his face. “and i want you,” he continues, watching as you were biting back your own sweet, melodic whimpers. “so allow me,” he purrs, brushing his wedding ring against your swollen folds before giving it a teasing lick. “sit on my face, sweetheart. i got you, ‘n don’t worry about making a mess. i’ll take care of that later, okay?”

a whine spews from your wet parted lips before you finally fall into his lewd embrace— nanami watches with lit eyes as you’re gradually lowering yourself onto his mouth.

“atta girl, my sweet baby,” he coos, and another raw gasp sneaks it way past your lips. once you’re sat all the way down, a few warm breaths from his nose aerates against your sensitive skin. with long fluttering lashes, nanami’s tongue starts to greet your pussy was a striping slurp.

you’re already moaning, trying not to crush him with your drifting weight too hard but that was the very least of his worries. you taste sweet, syrupy slick coats the stubble that’s growing against his chiseled jaw before he lays his tongue flat.

“k-kento,” you’d whine, a fervor making the entire lower parts of your thighs ache already,

with swaying hips, you dig frigid fingers through his hair. whilst your digits comb right through his well kept strands, your maw starts to pry open.

its dangling, cute little pants run out of your lips as you hear the sloppy squelches he’s making against your cunt. his favorite meal, nanami cranes his head a bit to the left,

then, right,

then left.

he repeats this same exactly technique—laid out tip of his tongue prodding against your most tender spots.

nanami was a respectful pussy eater, respectful with a tiny sprinkle of sloppy. momentarily, your lustrous slick starts to coat a sheet right across his mouth. his jaw feels a few tingles every few seconds and a grunt escapes out of him. it was throaty, something as simple as nanami’s groans against your thighs never failed to make you throb again.

pretty browned eyes of his were half lidded—on the verge of closing to sink into pure bliss.

the soft plush of your thighs wraps around him and he’s never felt any more happier. “such a sweet girl,” he murmurs in a raspy tone, bringing a thumb back towards the middle part of your clit. he swipes against the pulsating nub to watch you spasm all on his face. the grip your legs had around his face drove him crazy,

you drove him crazy.

nanami was quite precise—he makes sure to not miss a single spot. with his tongue swirling in and out of your puffy folds, you feel his sucking on your clit accelerate.

a coquettish smile ceases against both sides of his lips before gifting the outer part with yet another kiss. nanami was a simple man—he’d have you suffocate him with his thighs any day.

a trailing string of spit glistens on his lips as he pulls back to breathe—caramel eyes, perfectly dilated in all gives you a hungry stare. “kentoo,” was all you could mutter out, the jerking of your hips approaching quicker.

he finds it cute on how you just couldn’t hold still, just squirming within his firm grasp. you knew with a tongue like his, you weren’t gonna last. it wasn’t rocket science, with the way you steadily oscillate your hips back and forth against his mouth—it snatches another booming groan from him. nanami feels the tent in his pants arise before a right hand of his squeezes your ass. “you’re so good, s-so nasty kento,” you huff, hands still in his hair. tips of your fingers tangle within the musses of his blond, parted hair. as he’s briefly moving his head side to side, enlarged umber pupils locks with yours. “gonna c-cumm.”

“but sweetheart,” he smooches a single kiss towards the inside of your entrance. it’s slick could have been used as exemplary lip gloss against his lips. his tongue effortlessly laps beneath your swollen folds, blowing near the very front of it to watch you squirm. a thumb of his trawls down the puckering opening before air seeps into his thin nostrils. “can’t help but be a little nasty for my wife,” and he’s smothering your entire arousal with many kisses— you feel the pang of a throb kindly erupt within you before your thighs shatter into a million pieces. “especially when she’s this wet for me…goddd just listen to it, listen to her.”

you’re whimpering, jerking against his face and the same sheepish smile that yanks against both sides of his lips remains imprints itself there. his features, the more you stare, the more you wanna ruin his face with your syrupy slick even more. nanami lolls out his clean pink tongue, spiraling the tip against your labia before you hear the sloshes your own cunt produces.

it’s fucking sloppy.. indeed it was, your stomach was in knots and that’s when he brings a hand to give it a light spank.

“oh my,” he seductively purrs, your immediate reaction was to mewl out his name and you only contribute further to the rising boner aching in his pants, stashed away devastatingly in his buckled up work jeans. you’re pulsing right in front of his eyes— pretty pretty pussy, he could stare at it all day. his tongue knows the entire layout, laying flat against your jittery folds before you finally came.

nanami’s brows furrow, a playful smile compressing on his lips as you’re losing yourself. a hand of his rubs in a circular rotation against your sweet. he relishes in your pleasure, unstable hips of yours practically gives out to where he’s holding you upright with a strong hand.

the small jaded like material of his wedding ring brushes against your skin before you whine. with your throat becoming insignificantly dry. your hips stutter and you’re met with the most kindest eyes.

“oh, you’re so gorgeous when you’re a mess for me, my love,” and he’s gentle now. the squashy tips of his fingers tenderly caress against your pussy, gifting it a final kiss as he watches you heave for more full breaths. “ah, such a good girl,” he hums before sliding his tongue across his lips, savoring your slick. “but tell me, i must know. how was it, baby? is this—is this something you’d want me to do more of? allow you to sit on my face?”

he sits up, you’re still straddling his face before replying in a shrilling, “y-yes, please,” and he’s caught by surprise once you give his smooth strands a thirsty tug. with a bottom lip poking out, you whine. “again, ‘ken. can you do it again, please?”

“anything for my wife,” he presses a wet kiss against the crevices of your thigh. you moan, sliding yourself back against his mouth and he shoots you a look of pure softhearted slyness.

“although,” he whispers, stopping himself from digging in. your pouty expression grows, wanting him to just dig in. nanami’s voice pitches a deep huskily low, still soft and sweet before he gives your pussy a gentle passionate kiss just like he does just for you on a daily. after all— in nanami’s mind, your other lips deserved attention too.

with a mere whisper, feverish breath fanning against your sopping opening, he flashes you a devious grin. “how about this time, let’s see if i can make my messy wife squirt.”