Maybe Izuku Texting His Study Buddy And Crushing On Them?

More of my favorite arts

make them come back to me... Tsukki is a fake hater btw, guess who went on a trip to Brazil with the duo in the back

distracting myself from the political and economic state of the world sorry

— 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 !! : hinata shoyo.

content: hinata shoyo + kageyama tobio (established relationship with hinata). afab!reader. group sex (3). cockwarming, cunnilingus, clit sucking, unprotected sex. implied virgin!kageyama. teasing, throat fucking & spit roast at the end.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you and shoyo have been feeling like trying something new !

"sh—shoyo," you murmur his name softly, pleadingly. "shoyo, please."

"mhm?" hinata coos at your whiney tone, hugging you tighter, angling his hips and shoving his cock deeper into your cunt. your back is pressed flush to his chest as he pulls you close, skin slick with sweat against eachother.

it feels so good — so stretched out and full, as he fucks himself up into you slowly, a little nudge of his cock head deeper into your cunt once every few moments — but it's not nearly enough. "what is it, baby?"

"wanna—" you're cut off by the breathy moan that spills from you, when he presses down on your stomach and rolls his hips up into you once, twice. "ngh— wanna cum."

"hear that, tobio?" hinata chuckles, bringing one hand to rest loosely at your throat. he looks down at kageyama, who's got his face between your legs, strong arms caging your thighs firmly around his head.

a shiver courses through your limp body at the next stroke of the setter's tongue on your clit — his eyes are narrowed with focus, as he carefully circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, making it swell and throb tentatively with the touch — torturously slow and gentle. "she wants to cum, tobio. y'know how to make her do that? or do you need me to teach you?"

kageyama looks up at that, not noticing how you keen and push yourself forward a little at the loss of attention — he grips your thigh and straightens up a little, from where he'd been laying with his tongue on you.

"i don't," he scoffs at your boyfriend, his best friend. "need you to teach me anything. i can do it myself."

his lips are glossy, shining in the low light, with all the slick of yours that he's got across his mouth. hinata giggles, unbothered, and brings his other hand down to rub lazy circles into your clit when you whine again. "you look so pretty right now, tobio. give me a kiss, wanna taste."

and kageyama leans past you, face hot and eyes lowered, to lock lips with hinata, his hand still gripping your thigh, squeezing sensually. the two men moan into the kiss, fervent and unsatiated — fuck, you squeeze your eyes shut, listening to them as you grind onto hinata's cock, wanting so badly to cum.

this is not what you'd expected, when you called kageyama up and asked him if he would like to join hinata and you for a night.

"kageyama," you'd spoken into the phone. "wanna come over and fuck?"

"w—what?" the setter had sputtered. "is hinata there?"

"tobio," hinata had leaned in to comment. "come over. it'll be fun, trust me."

hinata kisses kageyama once more, before he places a hand in his raven hair and pushes him down again. "now," he rasps, voice low. "make my baby cum. she's waiting, and you said you know what to do."

kageyama meets eyes with you as he settles between your legs again, their colour a piercing grey in the dim light — he feels his face gets hotter, the tips of his ears turning brighter, as he puts his mouth on you again.

he doesn't fucking understand how something like this can feel so good. how licking at your pussy and at hinata's balls, and kissing hinata with your slick in his mouth, could be so sweet.

you spread your legs further, whining incoherently, and hinata lets out a displeased sound. "be nice, baby. tell him what you want. and say it sweetly."

"please," your lashes flutter as you look down at kageyama, his pale skin such a pretty contrast with hinata's tanned, rosy complexion, tinted pink by his fluster. "tobio, suck my clit. please. wanna cum so bad."

he doesn't say anything, still so god damn shy with you, it's cute — but he grabs your thighs again, making himself comfortable as he carefully wraps his lips around your begging clit.

"ah— fuck!" your hips jerk when he gives you an experimental suck, vision going light and hazy for a second — and hinata laughs at the way you clench so tight around his cock that's still warming in your pussy, giving you another kiss before he's wrapping his arms around you again and finally fucking into you properly.

you swear nothing you've experienced before has ever felt so damn good.

"keep going, tobio," hinata encourages. "you're doing well."

kageyama hums softly, and as he resumes sucking, he brings one hand up to spread your folds apart, exposing you to him even further, allowing him better access. "ngh— feels good!" you pant, unable to hold your lips pressed together any longer.

they're being gentle with you right now, but it already feels so euphoric, heaven being pushed into you with each stroke of hinata's cock in your cunt and with each play of kageyama's mouth on your begging clit, now so puffy in his mouth.

hinata presses his lips to the side of your neck as you throw your head back against his shoulder and moan, now rhythmically thrusting up into you, one hand cupping your tit, calloused fingers rough against your sensitive skin. "so beautiful, baby. you like getting made a mess of like this?"

"mmm," you breathe, eyes shutting with anticipation as you reach the edge of your orgasm, the heat of your cunt wrapping so tight around hinata's cock. "please, gonna cum. gonna cum."

"good girl," he bites another mark onto the side of your neck, just above the previous spot — and your body jerks again, hot and sensitive as you cry out. "give it to her, tobio. she's being so good."

"don't gotta tell me," kageyama murmurs, a line of slick and spit connecting his lips to your clit still, as he moves back for a second. he surveys your fucked out appearance, pleasure tipping him when he sees how gauzy your eyes have become at the behest of his and hinata's work.

taking a breath, he presses his tongue into you again — and you whimper helplessly, drunk on how he's so fucking good at it despite never having done this before.

and as he sloppily eats at your cunt, the wet sound of his lips working around your clit and hinata's responding laughter ringing in your ears — you let out another moan, hinata grabbing your face and turning it aside to kiss you, rolling his hips up into you with a slap of skin against skin as you're finally pushed over the edge.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" the cries spill from your lips into hinata's mouth, your back arching with the force of the orgasm as you crash into it, thighs locking around kageyama's head with every suck of his lips round your clit.

this time, your vision does go white, stars dancing in your vision as your cunt pulses around hinata's cock, the effect of your orgasm ripping through all three of you. hinata moans heavily, wrapping his arms around you, hands firmly squeezing at your tits as he bounces you on his cock, muttering, "go on, angel. tell us how it feels."

the bliss feels white hot. it's so good, it burns. "haah," you try, voice stuttered and hoarse as you desperately pull a sentence together for them. "sh-shoyo! tobio, please, so good, so good—"

then, without warning, hinata places a hand on your back and pushes you down onto your knees, on the bed.

"get back a little, tobio." he grins at his friend, and kageyama complies, looking a little confused. you let out a spoilt whine when hinata's cock slips out of your fluttering cunt — but the spiker pushes you down onto your hands and knees anyway. "look at tobio, baby. look at his dick."

your eyes first meet kageyama's own averted ones, as you settle between the two of them — he's still so shy, unable to even look at you straight.

he looks almost statuesque, towering over you as you trace his muscled form with your eyes, and when you lower your gaze over to his cock, you see how stiff and leaky it's gotten; weeping precum down the veiny, blushed length.

"he's pretty, isn't he?" hinata hums, placing his large palms on your ass as he speaks, and you nod in a daze— unable to control the way your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight, and at the realization of what's about to happen next. "put that pretty cock in your mouth then, baby, he needs your help."

kageyama's eyes snap up to look at your boyfriend's face, but you already know hinata will only flash him a roguish grin in return — you reach up and take his cock in your hand, hot and heavy around your fingers.

a groan slips from his throat despite how he tries to swallow it back, as you stroke him up and down, fingers sticky already, with only the first touch.

you lean forward, parting your lips and sliding his cock slowly into your mouth — wanting to pleasure him the way he'd just done for you, so pliable to yours and hinata's words.

and at the same moment that you take kageyama's cock in your mouth, hinata grabs your waist and pushes his cock in your cunt again. you're tight, wet and hot with the orgasm you haven't even recovered from yet — and hinata breathes in sharply. "hah, so tight, baby."

"mhm," you hum around kageyama's cock, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him in as far as you think you can go, before looking up at him. he's looking down at you, as you'd expected — face flushed so hard, eyes half closed and lashes fluttering as he watches the way you take him in your mouth.

the shadows cloaking the dark room, and the flickers of light that come in through the window, bath him in a dim, blue glow — he looks gorgeous. you just wish you could turn and take a look at hinata right now. he'd be glowing.

"another kiss, tobio." hinata states, giving your ass a light slap as he sheathes himself in you all the way. "looking so pretty tonight."

"hm." kageyama mumbles shyly — hinata's hips press against your ass and your nose touches kageyama's pelvis, as they lean towards eachother over you, and share a kiss, hot and allured, with their cocks in your cunt and in your mouth.

"gonna help us cum, baby?" hinata asks you, settling back and thrusting into you a little. "gonna let tobio fuck your mouth and empty himself into you?"

"mhm," you say, giving kageyama's cock another suck, getting yourself used to having something longer than usual in your mouth. he twitches, sensitive towards the feeling.

"don't hold yourself back, tobio." hinata voices, watching him. "my baby's good at what she does. she's a good girl. tell her."

you look up at him again, anticipation evident in your gaze as you stare into his blue-grey eyes. "good girl," he breathes out after a second, resting a hand on your head before he curls his fingers in your hair. "good girl."

both of them snap their hips into you then, at the same moment — and hinata's cock kisses your cervix along with the way kageyama's leaking head hits the back of your throat — you moan pleadingly, feeling the way your core tightens up all over again.

"good boy," hinata smiles at kageyama over you, as you blink back the tears that immediately formed at the corners of your eyes. "i'll suck you off after this, as a reward. you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

kageyama's cock twitches in your mouth again — he looks away, blushing furiously as his hand tangles itself further in your hair; but shoyo sounds so sultry it makes you shiver, too.

you envision how things are going to end, hoping that kageyama stays the night after this — hoping that you'll get to sleep pressed between your boyfriend and his friend, sharing kisses and teasing whispers as you fall asleep together— fuck, this isn't how you expected things to go at all.

because this is so much better.

╰┈➤ “𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲” ◦•≫

pairing: quarterback!kirishima x nerd!fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: slowburn smut, face sitting, eating out, penetration, safe sex, overall pretty vanilla, possessive eijirou

Summary: Having a crush on the nerdy girl in your year certainly isn't easy, especially when a game of spin the bottle results in her kissing your best friend.

A valuable lesson you've learned is that hard work is always rewarded. You've consistently achieved success throughout your life, maintaining a stellar reputation, outstanding grades, and strong relationships. Who could deny you whatever you wanted with such principles?

Someone from high up above, it seems. Because no matter how much you yearned for love and companionship, nothing stuck.

Your partners would always say you're too hard to please, too much of an overachiever, just too much. Too stressed, too stressful, too extreme. Sometimes, in the dimness of your room, you wondered if they were right. If you were truly that ambitious you couldn't understand common sense. You dared fantasize that, by some miracle, someone would accept you the way you are someday; a very driven person with clear-set goals for their passions. It sounded appealing in your head, who wouldn't want to be that way, to be that great? But then again, your past relationships begged to differ.

On the other hand, you had beautiful, long-lasting friendships with your high school friends that you were immensely grateful for. They were there for you every step of the way, lifting you from your lowest lows and making sure you were enjoying yourself amidst the efforts of remaining ‘picture perfect’. However, during this particular moment, you wanted nothing more than to slap some sense into them, a very unusual occurrence in your group. Given the topic at hand... You wonder why they even brought it up. They already knew your answer.

Mina, Ochako, Kyoka, and Momo are gathered in your dorm room, occupying seats from the desk chair to your bed, blocking off the only exit, aka the door. It's almost strategic so you wouldn't run off, already used to your antics and hatred for serious conversations. Mina speaks first, breaking the ice after you huff disapprovingly.

“Tsuyu can babysit Victor, and you can come with us to this bomb-ass party. You haven't been to one since what, like, freshman year?” the pink-haired girl scoffed and walked over to your hunched figure on the bed as you crossed your arms, avoiding her gaze with palpable pettiness. They used the excuse of making a cute study group to get you to attend some weird frat party. No wonder you were sulky.

“I can't. I told you, I have rehearsal later today,” you countered, finding any excuse not to go. It's not that you didn't enjoy parties, you just preferred private hangouts instead. Like D&D sessions, for example. Those were fun, unlike the sweaty, grimy fraternity parties.

Kyoka jumped in, “Which you can comfortably skip. Half of the marching band is coming to this either way.”

Your nose scrunches up impossibly more before Ochako adds, “Everyone's going to be there! It'd be a waste not to come with. Just this one time? Please?”

Their eyes are pleading with you to accept their invitation and you can't lie and say that your resolve hasn't diminished ever so slightly. You had a soft spot for them whether you liked it or not, often getting roped up in less-than-ideal situations... This wasn't going to be one of them, though. You had to stand your ground.

“If it helps, I'll keep everyone in check this time so you can have your fun. I'm not too keen on drinking and dancing as is. How does that sound?” Momo's proper tone has your pettiness very clearly melting away and you curse yourself for being so weak-willed. No, they had to respect your decision already and you had to look away from their infectious stares as quickly as you could.

“I have class first thing in the morning, I can't—”

“We're not gonna be staying long. Just dance, mingle for a bit, and then go back to our rooms.”

Well, shit. You ran out of excuses.

“C'mon, Y/N, please? Just this once.”

And that's how you found yourself here, spacing out in the middle of a far-too-hectic, far-too-crowded living room, practically melting into the only cushioned couch available. To your friend's surprise, you actually danced your heart out for a bit before plopping down and even downing a beer. You needed the liquid courage to get through this night in one piece and you most definitely needed to rest a bit after... that.

“Didn't know you could move like that, Y/N!” Kyoka praises between giggles, approaching the couch with a beer in hand.

You'd be lying if you said your head wasn't absolutely spinning already, shades of purple, blue, and grey mixing when the room spun. Her words didn't even register at first.

“You can't be fucked up already, can you?” A worried Mina joined the conversation, leaning against the armrest casually. God, you have such pretty friends.

“No, no, I'm okay, I think,” you groan and rub the bridge of your nose, colors then turning into shapes, “It's not the alcohol.”

“Oh, right, your stamina is non-existent. This is why we should party more often!”

“I'd rather not,” you snort, blurry shapes turning into colors as the ground stilled beneath you, eyes finally focusing on what you wanted to see most. “I can think of much better ways to increase my stamina.”

The girls follow your gaze, stopping on a familiar redheaded hunk that has your pupils nearly combusting into hearts. They were very much aware of your crush on the popular quarterback, someone you thought was completely out of your league and never tried befriending yet still admired from a distance, akin to your other likings out of reach. You didn't want to admit it, but he was one of the reasons why you accepted to come in the first place. You had it bad for him and his stupidly handsome face and his ridiculously muscular body that had you practically drooling when he was in your vicinity. And to top it off, he was the nicest man on campus — and honestly, the nicest man you've ever met, or well, knew of — it was beyond nuts how perfect he was. That explained the hoard of girls suffocating him wherever he went, but it didn't make it any less obnoxious, driving you away from interacting with him entirely. You've always had a thing for things outside of your reach, after all. Maybe that's also why you put him on such a pedestal because, surely, he had some flaws himself. You couldn't seem to find them, though.

Kyoka's gag interrupted your train of thought, “I have no idea how you go from needing a babysitter for your clarinet to thirsting over some himbo. C'mon, he's not even all that.”

“You're talking. The blond ‘himbo’ you have a crush on isn't that much different. Y/N has great taste,” the pink-haired girl countered, leaning closer to you in hopes of seeing him better, but the dense crowd obscured her vision, “It's just that he's in very high demand. He's not out of your league by any means, just... Yeah.”

You groan, crossing your arms, “I'm aware. That doesn't make me like him any less, though. Tell me something disgusting men do, quick.”

“They don't shower?”

“He literally smells like orange-scented body wash. Bet he tastes like it, too.”

“You're not helping, Mina!”

“Girls!” Momo's voice echoes from somewhere in the crowd, catching your attention. To your utmost surprise, you see the dark-haired girl linking arms with Ochako right next to your crush, jaw dropping when he turns to look at no one other than you. The man has the audacity to send your heart into a frenzy just by grinning, his sharpened teeth on full display for you to imagine how they'd feel against your skin. You realize then and there that simply saying you 'had it bad for him' would be an understatement.

Jesus, has he ever looked that good? You swear that the shirt he has on is new and much tighter, showcasing the mounds of his well-defined abs and pecs. The sweatpants aren't helping either, hanging so low on his hips that his boxers are popping out, text barely concealed by the shirt. You wonder what brand they're from... before noticing the absolute monster in his pants.

A slap on the back of your head brings you back down to earth, suddenly acutely aware of how you were ogling him. And how his gaze was fixed on you the whole time.

The arch of his brow, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards both have your skin igniting with gooseflesh, shoulders tensing as the tips of your ears darkened their color. He caught you staring at him. He caught you staring at his dick. It couldn't be that bad, right? Girls stare at him all the time.

“Come on, babe. And for the love of God, stop being so obvious. I'm getting secondhand embarrassment here,” Mina whispered, pulling you up from the comfort of your new favorite cushion.

You follow without a word due to sheer embarrassment, heels clanking along with the rhythm of the music blasting, its bass thumping within your heart. Oh, shit. It takes you a second to focus, to realize Mina and Kyoka are approaching your other friends who are — less than favorably — conversing with him and his friends. As if on cue, the circling group of girls that weirdly remind you of yourself parts, letting you guys pass and stand in the middle next to Momo. You can barely breathe, avoiding his questioning gaze like the plague, those carmine eyes of his twisting your insides. You pray to any god there is to spare you from this awkward encounter or at least erase his memories of your stare clearly outlining the bump in his sweats. Even better, you pray that the earth swallows you whole, because how are you supposed to talk to him after that? First things first, you need to find an exit. You don't think your heart can handle being in such proximity to him right now.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” you mutter to no one in particular, blending into the crowd without hearing the protests from your girls, before seeing a flight of stairs and quickly ascending to the second floor. There should be an empty bathroom you can lock yourself into for the remainder of this party. You couldn't believe you actually did that, needing to dig the underside of your hands into your skull to get rid of that memory. You enjoyed the sight and you couldn't tell if that made you a pervert or just... really infatuated with him? Oh, you were for sure a pervert.

“Dumbass,” you let the word slip out quieter than a whisper once you deem the desolate hallway a safe place to scold yourself.

Maybe you were exaggerating, maybe you weren't, but you couldn't help it. You liked the guy and you wanted to talk to him at some point, see if your personalities match, and maybe become friends — something you're not so sure you'll be able to do now. But you're adults, right? He'll probably understand. Right?

“That's not very nice,” a deep, rumbly voice startles you, making you turn on your heels so fast that you almost run into its owner, “Woah, there. You okay?”

The universe has got to be fucking with you right now. Because Kirishima Eijirou, the man you have a crush on and shamelessly checked out, was towering over you with the same grin on his face he bore just a few moments ago when he caught you peeping. Saying you were a little starstruck wouldn't be quite accurate; you were completely, utterly speechless.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you or anything, it's just...” he licks his bottom lip and you gape at the sight, “You're really pretty. What's your name and could I give you my number?”

What. The. Fuck. I'm dreaming for sure.

It takes you suspiciously long to answer. “Uh... Y-Yeah, sure. My name's Y/N.”

He beams at you with the most brilliant smile you've seen him make and reaches out, albeit hesitantly, to grasp your hand, thumb running over your knuckles. It's as if you're made of porcelain, the way he holds it. Or he's made of something so rough that he doesn't dare apply more pressure to his ghosting touch, the calloused pad memorizing the dips of your knuckles while you stare at it incredulously, eyes wide enough to make you question if he's noticed your predicament. He must've, but why isn't he saying anything? Why isn't he saying anything about... that?

“I'm Eijirou Kiri—”

“I know who you are.”

He pauses, and you mentally slap yourself at how eager you sounded. But he just laughs, “That's great, then. I've seen you around a few times. You're in the marching band, right?”

“Mhm. I, uh, play the clarinet.”

“Awesome! Good to know, maybe I'll pop by rehearsals whenever I have the time to see you play.” Eijirou tilts his head to the side and you're still completely out of it, believing your five senses have betrayed you. Only in your dreams has his cologne been so intoxicatingly sweet. “God, you're really pretty. May I...” he trails off, cautiously glancing into your eyes while tapping the phone in your other hand. You scramble to give it to him, almost dropping it in the process.

“Careful there,” he chuckles, making your skin all tingly when his hand departs to type in his number. “We have a match the day after tomorrow. Would you be interested in coming? I can save you a spot in the front.”

He talks as if he's known you for years. Conversing with him feels so oddly natural that your body relaxes and decides to enjoy this chat, to enjoy his compliments and bold flirting attempts. You stop questioning the authenticity in favor of living in the moment and taking in his features up close. Who knows when you'll get the chance to talk to him like this again? A nerd like you can only dream.

“I think I can come, yeah. Why? You wanna show off?”

“Something like that,” he smiles coyly, handing your phone back, gauging your reaction to the new contact.

‘Eiji <3’

You chew on your bottom lip, holding in a laugh at the contrast between his rough, intimidating exterior and cute manner of speaking. It was all you could do to not say something embarrassing, having a relatively big problem with speaking your mind.

“Thank you,” you say instead, tilting your head to look up at him, finding his gaze already studying you.

“No, thank you,” Eijirou scratches the back of his head, seemingly a bit nervous as well. You could tell that by the reddened tips of his ears, matching his faded, dyed hair. “We're gonna be playing Spin the Bottle soon. I... I want you to be there. To play with us, I mean.”

Tucking your hair behind your ear, a telltale sign of your flustered state given his proposal, you reply, “Oh. Yeah, sure, I'll be there in a bit.”

“Mhm. Alright, little lady. See you downstairs,” he bends down slightly, taking your hand in his once more to press a feathery kiss to your knuckles. He had to know what he was doing to your poor heart, right?

Then, as if nothing unusual had happened, he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his sweats and departs, but not before glancing back over his shoulder to say:

“Oh, and my eyes are up here, by the way.”

Fuuuck.

Spin the Bottle is so incredibly boring when almost the entire student body is playing, because your turn never comes. You wait, you watch people make out while your mood turns all the more sour, and you sip your juice disinterestedly.

But the redhead in front of you doesn't fail to capture your attention, like always. When he notices your gaze, he leans back on his large hands which were planted on the ground, tucking his legs beneath himself as he lifts his hips to adjust. Now, you're sure he knows exactly what he's doing, given the way he pushes up just enough to have you imagining the unholy things those hips could do. You subconsciously press your thighs together, eyes trailing the length of his body before settling on his dimly lit, annoyingly handsome face. The grin he bears is nothing short of devilish, but a sweetness lingers behind those half-lidded eyes, presenting his slightly intoxicated state. This man is going to be the death of you and you couldn't find it in yourself to care. He tilts his head to the side and you're done for. He mouths “Pretty” and you're on cloud fucking nine. Dangerous thoughts of just taking his hand and leading him to a secluded place have your mind reeling, the buzzing of the alcohol amplifying your aching need. Neither of you are drunk enough to make those kinds of mistakes, though. Not yet, at least.

But Mina hands you the empty bottle, breaking the little moment you guys had created so suddenly that you can't hide the small pout of your lips. You can't say you're not disappointed, but knowing what will come if you spin the bottle just right makes you giddy with excitement. Angling the glass bottle, you give it a rather weak spin, hoping, praying it lands on the man before you. The bore points toward everyone in the room for a few, agonizing moments in which you feel as though your heart would grow legs and jump out of its place anytime now, before it slows down. It's like time stops when you hear the clinking of it settling on the side, following its trajectory to see who you're supposed to kiss.

Your heart drops.

It's not Eijirou. No, you would've given everything for it to be him. It's his best friend, Katsuki Bakugo.

What unsettles you more than the frown on the blond's lips is the redhead's quirked brow paired with his unwavering grin. Like he's almost challenging you to make out with his best friend right in front of him. He might just be even more of a pervert than you are.

“Get over here already,” Katsuki huffs, patting his lap impatiently. Knowing the center of the offensive linemen and his reputation, you could tell he wanted to get out of here fast, but maybe someone wasn't letting him leave just yet. His friends, you assumed.

Standing up, you slowly make your way over to him, and in an instant, he grabs your wrist to pull you down into straddling his lap. You gasp, eyeing Eijirou from the corner of your eye only to see him stare intently, leaning closer to Katsuki's shoulder.

“Show him what you're capable of, yeah?” Katsuki whispers in your ear, hands coming to smooth the fabric of your dress over your thighs. “The guy is crazy about you.”

His words barely register when he presses his lips to yours, stealing the air from your lungs. He's not your type and that only solidifies from how roughly he kisses you; messily pushing his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing while he squeezes your skin. He swallows all your little noises as you grip his shoulders, trying to tell him to slow down, but he doesn't; he does bite your lip, though, so hard you're sure it's going to bruise. The other students watch you two go at it for a while as they whoop and drink, clapping when Katsuki finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your tongues. A frown twists your features as you wipe your swollen lips, a deep chuckle vibrating from the blond at your actions. He licks his lips and smacks your thigh which you take as a sign to get off. You gratefully do, sparing Eijirou another flustered glance as you sit back down next to your friends.

Kirishima was fuming beneath his calm facade. He'd shared girls with Katsuki before, that didn't usually affect him, but for some reason, he felt weirdly possessive over you. Maybe it was more than a silly crush like he'd theorized months ago when he saw you on your way home, big case in hand, oversized clothes, and round glasses on the tip of your nose, and yet still thought you were the most gorgeous girl to ever cross his path. He had a feeling it wasn't only a theory when he saw you asleep at the library, drool pooling on the table and hair sticking out in odd places which pulled a chuckle from his throat and beckoned him over to close the book you were writing notes from. He wanted to test that out as soon as possible, so he gathered the courage to walk up to you during the party. He wanted to see if your gloss tasted as sweet as the fruity scent of your perfume, if your skin was as soft as he'd imagined it'd be.

What he didn't want was to see you make out with his best friend. Even so, he couldn't prevent the growing problem in his pants, having to adjust them slightly to hide it, but it honestly didn't help; the tent was very much visible. You seemed like a great kisser and the pretty shade of your lipstick had him dizzy with want. Want, want, want. He wanted so much of you — everything, if you'd allow him — but most of all, he wanted you to want him back.

And he stared at your retreating figure, wondering how to sweep you off your feet, his thoughts clouded with... less-than-appropriate scenarios. Could you blame him? The tight material of your dress hugged your curves perfectly and he wished he could just bury his face between those plush thighs of yours.

The vibration of his phone caught his attention, pulling it out to see a text had come in from an unknown number.

“It's Y/N. Wanna get out of here?”

In your defense, Mina had given you the idea after you told her about your guys' interaction upstairs, but it still didn't help soothe your anxiety. When you pressed 'send', your hands became clammy and shaky. Would he think you're only after his body? Or worse?

“Thought you'd never ask, pretty. Let's go, my apartment isn't far from here.”

That's how you ditched one of the most awaited parties to bang the most popular guy in your college. He wastes no time; pushing you back against the closed door of his apartment by your hips to press his body against yours, his minty breath fanning over your lips.

“You sure you want this?” he nudges your nose with his, thumbs kneading your waist, his hold firm and electrifying. “I wanted to take you out to dinner first, but...”

You wrap your arms around his neck, cutting him off with a breathy whisper, the clothes doing nothing to obstruct the hard planes of his body touching you in all the right places, “I'm sure. You can take me out tomorrow.”

He grins, hand coming up with newfound eagerness to cup your cheek as he parts your colored lips with his thumb, smearing some of your lipstick onto it, “Deal.”

And then his lips are on yours and you're sure you've never felt more alive. They meld with your plump ones, holding a distinctive warmth that elicits a sigh out of you, fingers instinctively tangling in his hair. It falls loose from the half-up ponytail he had it pulled into, hair tie falling somewhere on the floor but neither of you cares to pick it up. Neither of you dare to interrupt the kiss, not when you've been waiting so long to find out how he tastes like.

His tongue slides into your mouth, expertly brushing yours before pulling out and repeating the excruciatingly slow cycle for a few minutes, savoring your taste. Yep, he was right; fruity flavor. A chill runs down his spine when you subconsciously roll your hips, needing to pin you to the door in order to control his aching need. He wanted to take his time, to explore your body the way it was meant to be explored, to worship it.

Then he feels a small hand rest on his bicep, squeezing and pushing him back slightly. It takes everything in him to pull away, panting heavily with furrowed brows and a deep blush adorning the apple of his cheeks while staring down at you. His throat bobs expectantly.

“I've never, um... I think there's something wrong with my body,” you admit embarrassedly, needing to get it out of the way before things get serious.

“What?”

“I'm just saying that you won't have to focus on me,” you quickly explain, resting your delicate hands on his broad shoulders, “I've never orgasmed with a partner before.”

Eijirou looks absolutely appalled. His sharp jaw slacks open in disbelief, brows furrowing even further to the point where it looks almost comical. He looks offended, you realize.

“No one has made you come before?” his voice is just a tad bit louder than before, his hands trailing down your sides absentmindedly.

“No.” His bewildered stare turns you into a blushing mess which makes you avoid eye contact.

“But you orgasm perfectly fine by yourself?”

“Mhm.”

He pulls you impossibly closer to press a light kiss to the top of your head in a reassuring manner, “We absolutely cannot have that. Jesus, Y/N, that's got to be, like, a crime.”

In the blink of an eye, he hauls you up like you weigh nothing, cradling your knees and back with strong, determined hands. Squeaking in surprise, you cling to him as if your life depended on it, burying your heated face into the side of his neck. Feeling movement, you guess that he's leading you to his bedroom. You haven't had the chance to look at his apartment yet, though. Bummer.

“Having such a gorgeous girl all to themselves and not making her come once? Did they even try?”

You reminisce for a moment, wincing at the memories. You've had terrible partners up until now. “Well...”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Something in your gut shifts at the curse spilling from his mouth, wondering if you've ever heard him do that before. He probably cursed during his matches. It was incredibly hot nonetheless. “Don't worry, pretty girl. I'll take care of you. Even better than Katsuki would.”

Katsuki?

“You don't have to—”

“I want to. More than anything, so please, let me,” his murmur is laced with desperation and you have no choice but to give in. He'd probably get tired of it once he'll see you're not coming.

The path to his bed is a short one and you feel the soft, satin sheets against your back before you know it. He's lowering you onto the mattress of his bed, rough hands smoothing the skin of your thighs as he stands between them, his large frame shadowing you. He places a knee on the edge, propping them up onto his shoulders to keep you there while he kisses your knee. All the while, he's staring down at you, chest heaving and ruby eyes searching yours. You gasp when he bites your calf, applying mild pressure to leave a mark as his hands begin working on taking off your heels. He slides them off with ease, gently massaging your feet to calm your bubbling nerves.

He discards them next to his bed and kisses your bare ankles, before suddenly letting go of your legs and going to sit down with his back to the headboard. You prop yourself up by the elbows, sending him the most confused look you could muster amidst the fogginess of your arousal. He just sinks further, his head resting on a pillow, a smirk tugging the corners of his swollen lips.

“Sit,” he commands, the rumble of his voice making your body move by itself to straddle his waist. His hands find your hips again, squeezing the skin through your dress with a click of his tongue. “Not there.”

He practically manhandles you to sit on his face, your clothed core hovering inches above it as a shocked gasp escapes your throat, hands gripping the headboard to keep elevated.

“Wait, I'm too heavy!” But he's already pushing you down with a force you can't fight, your dress riding up as he does so, revealing your matching underwear in the process. He buries his nose into your cunt, groaning deeply when he inhales your scent for the first time. It's as if he's in heaven and he hasn't begun yet. He can't resist placing a kiss on your clit before using one hand to push the material to the side, his other one keeping you nice and snug on top of him. You feel so embarrassed your hand shoots up to cover your mouth, the position unlocking a new part of yourself. Seeing him laid out under you, admiring your pussy with wide eyes, has you already clenching around nothing. This had to be a dream.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he praises, unable to take his eyes off you, “I'll make you feel so good, baby. Sit down, please? I need to taste you. C'mon.”

Apprehensively, you lower yourself until his mouth makes contact with your folds. He easily spreads them with his warm tongue, lapping to drink the slick pouring like a man starved. The noise you let out is downright sinful; a long, almost relieved moan that makes your head loll back. You've gotten eaten out before, sure, but the guy mistook your clit for the left fold... So, it's safe to say it's never felt so good before and he barely even started.

He licks a stripe up, flattening his tongue against the throbbing bud before flicking it, assessing that might be enough to hear the cute noise you let out once more. And he's right, you immediately mewl and arch your back, trying your damnedest not to grind onto his face. But he's not having it, he sucks on your bud long and hard before releasing it with a pop, locking his lips with your folds instead. This ought to get a good reaction out of you.

It does. Your hips stutter from the intrusion of his tongue diving deep inside you, warm and eager to please. His name spills past your lips, or well, a version of it, one that makes him immediately start bullying your insides.

“Ah— Eiji, god! Ah, fuck,” hearing this, he delivers a good smack to your ass, sending your hips forward from sheer force. You whimper and he rubs the spot as an apology, squeezing it slightly.

When you close your eyes and grind particularly hard against his face, he groans into your cunt, the vibrations making you cry out. It felt impossibly good; was this what you had been missing out on all this time? Now you felt a little sorry for yourself, too.

But you can't even think with him in between your legs, eating you out like a five-star course meal. Slick and saliva run down your inner thighs, probably making a mess of his chin, the image being almost enough to send you over the edge.

“Fuck, Eiji, you're so good... Don't stop, oh my god...”

“Hmm?” he hums and you shiver, sitting straighter now to throw the skimpy dress over your head before leaning back, bracing yourself by placing your palms onto his clothed chest so you could move faster.

“God, fuck, fuck, fuck...” you chant over and over, the length of his tongue making your body turn to mush.

Not only do you melt from his skillfulness, but you also feel a familiar heat building up in your lower stomach the longer he thrusts his tongue into you, reducing you to nothing but a moaning mess. You rock your hips and squeeze your thighs, essentially suffocating him, and you see his eyes roll to the back of his head while a deep groan vibrates through your folds. Having you clench down on his tongue while you chase your high and cut off his oxygen makes him see stars right alongside you, needing to bury himself deeper, to smother himself with your taste, with your addictive scent. He can't believe he's doing this, but he knows he never wants to stop.

“Eiji, I'm, fuck, I'm gonna—” and just like that, with another thrust of his tongue, you shake as your release washes over you, coating the lower half of his face.

You learn one more thing about Eijirou. He doesn't like to waste any of your precious time.

The redhead dives right back in, not letting you recover even for a second. He's more aggressive with it the second time he makes you come and becomes completely pussy drunk the third time, so much so you have to literally push his head away and slide down to his chest with trembling thighs to get him to stop.

A growl ripples through the room, shocking your pretty fucked out self back to life. God, you really need to work on your stamina.

“You taste fucking amazing,” he pants, propping himself up onto his elbows and grabbing the back of your head, “C'mere, pretty.”

He smashes his lips with yours and you taste yourself on his tongue, core flaring with need once again. As your tongues dance a longing waltz, you find the hem of his shirt and tug at it, earning his attention. He instantly sheds the piece of fabric, reconnecting your lips mere moments later.

The tips of his fingers sneak underneath the cups of your bra, taunting you with a grin. You bite his lower lip in an attempt to speed things up, letting him know just how much you yearn for him. And who is he to deny such a nice, pretty lady like yourself? A hand circles your figure, reaching to undo the clasp of your bra.

“If you'll let me, I'll make you the happiest woman in the world,” he whispers on your lips, leaning his forehead against yours as he removes your bra, drinking in the sight with blown, lovesick pupils. “Just ask and I'll do anything.”

You chew on your bottom lip thoughtfully, “Well... First off, I want you to fuck me silly. If you can.”

His face lights up, a boyish chuckle rippling through the air, “Your wish is my command. I gotta stretch you out first, so lay back.”

You do as you're told, lying down on the bed as he finally takes off your soaked panties, folding them neatly to place them on top of his nightstand. He crawls over to you, spreading your legs and finding purchase between them while softly squeezing your inner thighs. You take this opportunity to trace the bulging muscles on his body, realizing exactly just how big he was. No wonder he could tackle his adversaries so easily, the man was definitely a gym rat. But something catches your eye; the multiple scars decorating his tanned skin in odd shapes. You follow one on his bicep with the pad of your middle finger, sending a shiver down his spine from the clear tenderness in your touch.

“Where'd you get these from?” you whisper through the darkness and stillness of his room, adding to the intimate factor.

Eijirou glances down, placing a large palm on top of yours, “American football is very... intense, let's say. Don't worry, though. They don't hurt anymore.”

You stare as he kisses the back of your hand, trailing kisses up from your wrist to your elbow, “I see. When you come over, remind me to give you the ointment I have. It's really good for scars.”

Nothing escapes him, a smirk twisting his face at your wording, “‘When’? Damn, sweetheart, you want me that bad, huh?”

You giggle, smacking his beefy arm, “Shut up.”

“Gladly.”

Then his lips find yours again while his middle finger teases your folds, sinking into your twitching hole with ease. You were so wet already from coming three times that just a few thrusts and another finger later, you were more than ready to take him. Finally.

He hooks a finger under his pants and drags them down along with his boxers as he watches your reaction intently. Just before his manhood could spring out, you stiffen a giggle, earning a quirked brow from him.

“‘Mr. Big'?” you quote the brand written on the elastic band of his boxers, pulling a laugh out of him as well.

But then he eases them down, his cock springing free and smacking his stomach in the process, and all you can do is stare wide-eyed. He was insanely girthy, a pang of fear rushing through you at having that inside you. He must've noticed, because he leans over you to press a soothing kiss to your temple, thumb kneading your hip, other hand reaching into his pocket.

“I'll go slow, okay?” he murmurs, placing a pillow under your rear to keep you in a more comfortable position, one that he knew shouldn't hurt, all while ripping open a condom and rolling it on his shaft. “Relax for me, baby.”

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him pressed against you as he palms his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He runs the tip through your folds once, twice, spreading your slick with breathy groans he can't bother muffling, not when the heat emanating from you has him leaking so much. And when his tip catches your hole, bending the length of his dick slightly as he pushes it in with slow, calculated strength, he nearly comes on the spot. You mewl, clawing at his back while he continues, pushing inch after inch into your tight hole.

“C'mon, angel, just a bit more,” he mutters through clenched teeth at how your pussy clenches like a vice, thumb finding its way to your clit to rub it lazily. “That's it. Good girl.”

“Ah, Eiji, s'too big— Holy fuck!” the words come out muffled because you bite into his shoulder to keep yourself grounded when he slips in so deep he's basically kissing your cervix. You feel elated, you see colorful shapes, and taste iron in your mouth, but god if it doesn't feel good. He's so deep, so warm, the rubber of the condom not doing much to contain the indents of his veins that tickle your walls enough to have you moaning every time he twitches. It's insane, you're connected and the pleasure is insane.

“Feel how good that is, baby? How my cock reaches so deep?” he whispers into your ear, nibbling on it slightly. His hands are on either side of you, making sure you're okay before gently pulling out and thrusting into you again. “Those exes of yours have no idea what they're missing. Seeing your face twist with pleasure and screaming my name is... Fuck, it's the best thing I've ever seen.”

“Ah, ah, Eiji! Faster!”

His hips snap against yours, the unholy noise bouncing off the walls and amplified when he picks up the pace. “Princess, there's nothing wrong with you. Your body is perfect,” to prove his point, he kneads your breast with one hand while the other works on your clit, “And it's only for me. This beautiful, gorgeous body, all mine. You're mine, angel, aren't you?”

The tip of his cock bullies your g-spot relentlessly, effortlessly making you arch your back and your vision blur. Pleasure like this should be illegal, you think through the haze of being fucked so good you know you won't be able to walk for a week.

“Ah, ah, yes! All yours!”

He grins, giving your breast a rest to cup your cheek instead, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. “Good. I'm all yours, too, princess.”

He doesn't even have to tell you to use him as you please, because you're already moving your hips to meet his unforgiving thrusts, searching for your fourth high of the night. Something tells you that you won't be leaving his bed anytime soon and you honestly wouldn't have it any other way. You want him to make you indisputably his, to wipe the taste of Katsuki from your lips — even though he already did, a long time ago.

“You're so tight, fuuuck,” his curse doesn't go unnoticed and you muster up the strength to smirk, knowing you were the one who made Eijirou Kirishima, the nicest man on campus, curse out of pleasure. An achievement ticked off your list.

Glancing up to see your flushed face, the smirk on your lips catching him off guard. His heart races wildly in his chest with a sudden rush of possessiveness and he digs his sharp teeth into the side of your smoot neck, deciding a few marks would look delicious on you. Sucking and licking while he pounds into you like a dog in heat, scratching his back is all you can do to stop yourself from immediately releasing, wanting to do it at the same time as him.

“Such a pretty girl,” he chants praises against your sweaty skin, marking you up without a care in the world, “My pretty girl.”

You squeeze his cock and he gets lost in your gummy walls, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his grunts become louder.

“Angel, I'm not gonna last if you do that,” he nearly whimpers and you know you're done for if he plows into you a few more times, especially with the way his cock twitches when it bounces off that sweet spot he loves to abuse.

“You're so, ah... So handsome... Ah, hng,” you return the praises, shaky hands tangling in his hair to keep his weight on your body like a protective blanket, your back arching off the bed.

His eyes drift down to where one ends and the other begins, noticing a frothy ring of your mixed juices circling his base. That, combined with your words, have the man blushing, hips stuttering as he goes above and beyond to make you feel even better.

“Baby, I can't... Fuck, I'm gonna...”

“Y-Yeah, me too...”

Soon enough, his hand rubs your clit and you soak his lower part in your juices while he spills inside the condom, both screaming for each other while doing so. And it's the most beautiful thing you've ever experienced; so blissed out you can only catch your breath quietly as he pulls out to take off the used rubber, tying it up at the top with shaky hands.

You close your eyes for a moment, basking in the aftermath of making love. This truly felt real, not just plain sex for the man's enjoyment. You don't even realize when he comes back to wipe you down with a damp cloth, lost in your imagination.

“You did so well for me, darling. I'll treat you so well from now on.”

However, you seemed to have forgotten how much stamina athletes possessed. Because you feel his breath fanning your core again, making your eyes shoot open and butterflies swim in your stomach.

“Think you can handle one more for me?”

Imagine how shocked your friends were when you showed up to his match, not only wearing his jersey, but also matching bracelets you guys made on your first date. You finally got the man of your dreams.

© chocogoldie 2024.

a/n: sorry this took longer than it should've!!! was so busy i could barely get any sleep these past few days ajjdkdkd so i'm sorry if it's rushed or just kinda bad in general 🫠🫠 as always, not proofread nor edited!

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kiss it better

i nEED more izu content and you are the best of the best so i needed to come to you

personally, the thing that i think gets over looked about midoriya is that

1: he’s strong as fuck??? (gets me so weak in the knees heaven knows)

2: BLACK. WHIP.

jesus christ he’s just!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think he’s so neat i want him to do things to me

anyways, smutfic about him coming home to reader after she’s been a brat to him all day & him being such a sweet & loving dom but also that type of menacing & powerful hero he is. he loves his s/o to no end, but will not hesitate to put her in her place!!! wow my stomach turns just thinking about it

basically, brat tamer izuku, using blackwhip. i’m so down bad for him it hurts

I remember getting this ask and salivating at it, yet I had no idea how to write and interpret it into a full blown post instead of just a thirst and I just didn’t feel like posting (I meant it when I said I’m barley consistent). SOOO in April 1, no, this isn’t an april fools joke!! I bring you, angry izuku ..

Warning(s): vulgar wording (yk how we do), restraints, mean izuku/passive aggressive, manhandling, inappropriate use of black whip, brat taming, slight intimidation if you squint, Fem reader. Halfway proofread…😒

‘Patient and Gentle’

Izuku had been so sweet to you all day, so caring and soft and understanding- he always had been, so it’s just to say he’s being himself as per usual. But, you. You.

Just so snide today, snappy little thing.

What did he do? He doesn’t know- he doesn’t care to know, he won’t listen to you if you try to explain, well- he will; just won’t let it linger. He’s past that.

You’re past that.

He sighed as he walked into the room, the door shutting softly behind him despite the off energy he had around him.

He doesn’t move from his spot, his hand still resting against the door as his head peers behind him. To you. He just gazes for a while, only a while before- clip! Another snappy remark, it was just ‘clip, clip, clip’ with you today, that’s all he could portray it as.

Something like a… like a-

“oh, that’s weird.”

Or a short ‘clip!’ Of a

“whatever.” In a certain tone a- cadence, if you will.

Why were you speaking this specific way to him. And why was it pissing him off so.. damn.. much…?

He still looking at you, yet at some point he’s turned around a tuned out whatever snide remark you’re sure to have made by now. His eyes keep traversing from one point to another, each point having something to do with you.

A short question of; ‘is there a problem?’

Is there?

“I don’t know.” A shrug from you. And a back fucking turned.

It makes his blood simmer to an 8 on a stove.

His footsteps are light yet foreboding as they advanced toward you, to you standing so.. he can’t even find the words, how does one stand in indifference? That must be it.

He’s in your personal space now, he’s smiling so sweetly at you; the way he always had, so patient and gentle. Yet his words are cracked with the tone, clashing with the way they dance out of his lips.

“Is there a problem..?” Is there? He needs to know, he had asked you a question, he wanted an answer. He didn’t ask for an ‘I don’t know.’ He asked for an explanation. Did you not understand that?- or, were you being a dumb whore on purpose?

You shook your head, not meeting his eyes. There was no problem. so, what the hell is your deal today?

“Speak up, baby..”

“No..”

you shook you head again. It was mumbled out, maybe due to his body smothering yours, but at least it was in words.

“Then what’s wrong, baby? Yr’ you acting like that.. hm?”

He whispered to you, talking you down as if you were a kid experiencing anger for the first time. His faux sad expression was beginning to make you feel silly. Good. That’s was good.

You look away- or you try to, yet his face follows yours, not letting you escape his eyes.

“Don’t- no, you don’t do that. You look at me. ‘K..? I don’t like that.”

He really didn’t. And you knew that. He looked a little disappointed too, shame. What a shame, yet you were shameless.

He sighed, a click of his teeth as he let silence permeate the room.

A cold solid-? A chilly.. rope.. it slid around your neck, slowly and purposefully. It’s grip tightening with no intent to let go. There was a tug on it, forcing you the look up at him.

Black whip. He activated it and was using it as a leash, he thought it was fitting. Act like a bitch, get treated like one. ‘S only fair.

“Izu’s a little mad okay..? And he’s sorry… but- he needs to teach his girl… m’kay..?”

You stood in place, slightly defiant, yet not outright. So he tugged. Hard. And you stumbled out of place.

“C’mon.. T’ the bed.. s’right there..” a slow step forward, then the rest followed suit, she was hoping for a smooth walk over to the bed, but she was pushed so meanly by him.

He didn’t say anything as he bullied her with such a sweet face. Always so patient and gentle. Even when he’s not.

He rolled the black whip in his hands, his quirk tightening around him as he tugged your neck back, getting on top of you. He had pushed you onto your tummy. He even got down low next to your ear to taunt you like a bully.

“Izu has to do this okay..? Keep his girl good. ‘Zuku doesn’t like disobeying whores. He doesn’t like mean girls.”

Being so mean to him all day. Whore. How dare you. But don’t worry, he loves you so much, he’s willing to teach you himself- just how he likes his girls.

He reached around under your hips and undid your button. And a ‘ziiiip!’ Oh, it was foreboding. Your body was heating up, it was like an oven with no limit.

Your pants were being pushed down, and you keened. A whine at being exposed to casually as he shushed you.

“Shhh.. shh, lemme take it off.. all of it.”

Your pants couldn’t hit the floor before his hands were always working off your shirt, as he let black whip go for a while to get it off.

Yet his hands were right back on it. Harsher, no bra. truly a whore.

He filled his palm with your breast, the soft supple flesh making him groan, a grind of his hips into your ass. He was going to fucking ruin you for this.

His breathing was hot and heavy against your neck, making goosebumps rise and quicker across your skin.

His hands began snaking again, from your breast, to your tummy, your hips, the inside of your panties. Your pussy. So, so.. wet already.

And then he was dragging them down your laps and kicking them away. His finger just playing with your pussy for a while, two finger sliding down the crevices, a palm cupping it whole and rubbing, and a single finger on your clit. Slowly rubbing and pinching, tapping.

His lips kissing your neck so sweetly. So patient and gentle.. a suck across your skin. And moan and a whine, it only made him harder.

He stops his playing- his rubbing and you whine again, disappointed, and it makes him smile a little more sweetly, or cruelly, he can’t tell himself at this point, he just knows he loves watching that sweet face of yours contort.

Black while fluctuates and another tendril seeps out and bind your arms, forcing them to your back. Your pussy drips at the strain in your shoulders.

He hadn’t taken anything off yet, and he didn’t plan too! He didn’t need to. He undid his belt, slowly. Letting the ‘clink!’ And the ‘dink!’ Of the metal fill your ears. Letting you anticipate.

His bulge is almost painful, the strain of it is almost good, yet it still annoys him- having it be let free was heavenly.. his green was deep yet still so sweet, a whine in his voice that never quite went away even as it deepened with age..

His cock bobbed up and as it fell back down, heavy under its own weight, the tip tapped your ass, leaving it to ripple. The sight made him keen yet it dipped into a moan as his own hand wrapped around his aching dick. It drooled precum.

Black whip flickered as his mind was muddled with pleasure, yet his control of it was impressive despite the situation. He wasn’t number one for nothing.

“He’s gonna teach you.. ‘kay..? Fuck… look so good baby… if you weren’t such a mean slut today-.. I’d be a little gentle..”

the way he spoke was as if he ran a marathon, and his voice always had the undertones of a whine.

He pushed his hand to his shirt, as if the action took everything in him- and began to unbutton it in a hurry, he felt stuffy in the article of clothing and he needed it off- or atleast open.

He tightened black whip, wrapping his hand in it further to force you into an arch, stroking his cock and lining it up with your pussy, cunt dripping with arousal.

The tip tapped against the entrance, then it pushed in, and in, and stretched, each inch was fucking delicious. Your eyes rolled and you bit your lip, and he heard it- he didn’t like it, if that angry tug of black whip was anything to go by.

He couldn’t help but slam the rest of it in, making you yelp. His grunts are uncontrollable and he doesn’t care. he whines behind you as his tip just leaks and leaks inside of you, yet he hadn’t cum yet.

Just made it more slippery and the sounds -god, the sounds- the sloppy and wet sounds of his cock driving into you cunt wasn’t drowned out by your combined moans.

He kept it tugged in your little leash as he keeps thrusting, his voice raw with pleasure and still a bit of irritation.

You still had upset him earlier, he had every right to take it out on you. You’re his girl.

He hips sped up, this thrusts got harder and your legs would have given out if his hips weren’t keeping you in place. Fucking his anger into you, and yours out of you.

He pulled your leash up and forced you to your feet, your back flush against his chest as she kept fucking you, going and going and fucking going, you couldn’t barley think- let alone stand. Fucking you like a rag doll was all he planned on doing.

His hand went to your front, and began to play with your clit, rolling it under his finger, making you dizzy, you moans increasing and you felt yourself tremble. You were about to cum, he knew it.

You always came first, that wouldn’t change, even if you were mean, and he was angry, he was going to take care of his girl, let her cum all she wants.

And you did, you came around him and squeezed his cock like it was a lifeline. Her pussy fluttering around him.

But he wouldn’t stop until he was finished too. Your body was pushed back onto the bed, the black whip disintegrating as he took his own hands and used them to restrain you instead. He pushed his hips deep into yours in slow yet aggressive thrusts. He was going to cum, fill you, he was going to teach you just what your place was and to never forget it.

“Fuck..! Fuck!”

And two deep thrusts was all he had left before he burst with thick ropes of cum into your pussy. Your tummy being filled with warmth and your eyes tilting into your head as they closed in exhaustion.

He stilled and let him empty itself before smiling so sweetly at you.

“Does my baby feel better..?”

He asked, just as sweetly as he always has. Maybe you’d learn something this time around.

“M..hm.”

He mumbled into your ear as he settled his chest against your back;

“Good.. don’t forget what ‘Zuku taught you today.. ‘Kay..?”

So patient and gentle.

(Don’t copy my stuff pookie, bitches with juicy pussy DONT copy works.. but you can still reblog… daddy appreciates those.)

ʚ FINISH INSIDE HER ?! ɞ

ᡴꪫ sum. what the hell is a full nelson? no worries, luckily underground boxer toji shows you a hands-on demonstration. although, you want choso to try it with you too. not only are you a slut visual learner, but you also think you can take them both - not in a fight though.

wc. 5.8k

warnings. fem! reader, boxer! au, boxers toji & choso, 3sum, choso walks in on you and toji, unprotected, full nelson, manhandling, brief ōral (f + m), quickie, size diff, finger sucking, praise, dirty talk, choking, they fight over you, whiny choso, squırting, impact play, slight nıpple play, premature ejac, spıt.

an. kind of based on this ask!

“upsie daisey, uh huh. biiiiig fuckin’ stretch,” your mouth drops open once your thighs gets sprawled apart. your back slumps back against the fighter — toji, you’ve been training with him for a while. not only were you training with him but you’ve also been a bit of a fan. you mentioned to him on how you wanted to strengthen your ‘flexibility’ a bit more and of course, he had just the right thing to help you. out of curiosity, you asked him about a certain position you watched him perform on his rival, choso kamo. full nelson, it was considered illegal in some rings if not all. toji would always perform a specific choking move where he’d pin choso down with ease, burly buff arms putting him in a head lock - preventing him from moving a single inch. the entire crowd always goes wild at it every single time—so you wanted to try it out for yourself. “easy, easy. don’t tap out on me jus’ yet, okay? y’er a big girl.”

bobbling your head to give him a nod, an airy breeze shoves you back into his chest. the stretchy fabric of his boxing shorts tickle against your skin upon impact. “o- okay,” you breathe, gasping once he hooks two big arms underneath the undersides of your thighs. he’s got such a good taut grip that seconds later, you felt yourself throb a bit at the feverish, hot friction. “you’re not really gonna, heh, choke me out right?”

“not unless y’er into that, princess,” he jibes, a throaty husk of a chuckle leaving out of him. and as you’re spread all out, limbs extended—yeah,

you were probably fucked.

after what seems like hours of meaningless stretches and exercises to prepare your limbs, toji’s finally got you in the position — you were sprawled right in his lap, being in a safe firm chokehold.

his voice was roughly gruff, and as he spreads your legs just a bit further, you feel the cottony bandage that wraps around his arm ghost up against your thigh. his touch was gentle and you intake a sharp breath, further continuing to lean into his touch - his grasp. “mhm, seems like y’er a bit more flexible than i thought. this comfy?”

“no,” you let off a sheepish snort, starting to feel a brief pang on your thighs from the position. to be fair — not only was full nelson uncomfortable but it was dangerous. just one wrong move and snap. but toji was a professional, he’d make sure you’d keep all your pretty little limbs in tact. probably. clearing your throat, your eyes scan around a plethora of trophies and plaques he’s won throughout his career. “but um, have you ever tried this position with no clothes on?”

toji grows quiet, allowing you to lie back on his chest. black curly strands of chest hair fondle against your skin before he murmurs gruffly into your ear. “maybe.”

the growing bulge that hid underneath his boxers had you almost feral. you felt its presence—how it was just there, poking right against your shorts.

you prepare for yet another sharp drawn out breath, taking in his loud axe cologne that wafts through the entire studio. “can we try nude?”

and that was probably dumb to ask.

it was very dumb to ask.

your lewd filthy thoughts loved to make themselves known out of your lips at the worst times. your heart raced the moment you blurted that out, feeling the tips of your ears burn a scorching temperature. he’d say no, you were almost sure of it. you were just a dumb fan who managed to be a favorite, surely he wouldn’t—

“why the hell not,” he snickers, sliding his hands toward the smooth curvature of your hips. “i’ll go easy on ya for today. let’s get rid of these,” he pulls on the string of your panties, already discarding your shorts with such quickness. “i’ll try not ‘ta break you too bad.”

but that was a lie—

not only did he break you but he stretched you out in all the ways possible.

you had the most dumbest expression, tongue lolled out, legs spread, gushing all over the velvet red boxing mat - time and time again.

pink luminescent lighting shine back against the centers of your irises as you stare up at the ceiling’s lights. you’ve never felt so weak. spit slick lips of yours were all swollen and numb from being chewed on constantly like candy. within minutes, your knees were already surrendering, bucking at his very mercy.

“fuck, tooooji.” you’d drag out his name in cute elongated syllables.

the infamous elastic stretch of his cock has you writhe and spasm all over his lap. ludicrously, your voice bounces across the cheap walls of the building. nevertheless, you can’t lie to yourself, you’ve rubbed a few out at the thought of having this moment with your favorite boxer.

unprofessional, maybe. but he didn’t care and neither did you. besides, he was helping you with your flexibility after all. even if it was a bit more intimate than most regular methods.

your heart races, thumping out quick hurried beats as he’s shoving his cock in and out of you. you’re in such a submissive position that you were just a bobble head, a doll. he treated you like one — using your body, bouncing you up and down and manhandling you all over the mat.

he gruffly cackles behind the plushy shell of your ear, watching right before his eyes as you’re jouncing on his dick. your skin was so warm, so hot, the recoil stings for a few seconds before your ass ricochets off his sharp pelvis.

the smacks and paps only grew louder, and so did your sweet melodic moans and whimpers.

a creamy pearl of a ring coats around his base and he grunts, still having a beefy arm around your neck. his muscles flex and you fight the urge to bite his bicep. “easy, good girl. lean right into me. y’er a natural.”

his words went straight to your cunt. toji was a dirty talker, never a sweet talker.

he knew how to get you wet, whether it was with his slick mouth, his tongue, or even his cock. his voice was always so low, timbre and all. the husk that it carried never failed to make you soaked. embarrassing,

oh, it definitely was embarrassing.

he’s got a free hand gripping onto your thigh, kissing your ass with his palm - rough rude spanks.

the cute flinches of your rear bouncing back against his lap makes him slide a tongue over his lips, including sliding over that notorious scar that slides down the right side of his mouth. “fuck, so fuckin’ sloppy. got the mat all soaked. should make ya lick it up, huh.”

you couldn’t even reply . . you tried, but babbles of inaudible squeaks came out instead.

it just felt too good, he felt too good.

you’re panting heavily, the repetitive pop song that blared through the boxing ring’s broken speakers gets stuck in your head. you hear the moist wails of your pussy squelching time and time again, entirely soaking yourself with your own beloved filth. a free hand of toji’s creeps its way in front of you. hand so big that he could easily cover it over your entire face if he could.

with glossy half-lidded eyes, you stare at his palm, feeling your mouth water.

thick long fingers, he knew what he was doing.

toji’s just casually waving his hand around in your face in a slow mesmerizing motion as you bounced on his cock. they were so lengthy and thick, his arms had prodding veins for days. from his wrist to the edge of his arm, you saw the veins poking out. he was so built that you couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t help but drool. “what a sloppy little girl. i could really snap you in half, heh,” he huffs, clenched abs pressing against your back. it’s hard, rock hard . . they feel like bricks.

you knew underground boxers like toji had to keep up a strict workout routine but damn.

“but you’d like that, huh,” he murmurs, bringing another smack to your slick wet folds. you moan at the stretch of your limbs, craving for more of his rude spanks against your swollen cunt. you throbbed from not only his words but his touch too, and the thought of him literally breaking you had you a bit more soaked than you thought it would.

this was a workout of its own - rutting your weight up and down against him. he’s got a secure hold on your body, holding your thighs up in place.

you were stupid, not even acknowledging that you’d already grab ahold of his wrist, stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you moan the second the dry bandaged digits delve past your lips and makings way down your throat. as your ass steadily rocks against him in sloppy rhythm, you feel the very tips of his fingers prod against your puny uvula. you almost gag at the unexpected feeling—a cobwebby trail of saliva that was translucent pours down the side of your parted lips.

“no manners, tch,” he scoffs and his ripped abs continue to brush up against your back. “sloppy baby. got some nerve showin’ up to train being this fuckin’ nasty ‘n soaked.”

the hot skin against skin contact rubbing off against each other had your panties in a bunch, despite them already being technically pulled to the side and abandoned.

you were already still sensitive, swollen achy cunt sobbing out its own pleas of pleasure.

haphazardly, your knees buckle and he snatches his fingers out of your mouth. he does this solely to get a taste himself, swirling his pink pointed tongue against his slippery digits all thanks to you. “startin’ ‘ta think you came here for more than to just get an autograph ‘n work out with me, pretty girl.”

and as the plump crown of his cock molds you a tiny brief bulge from just his size alone — it repeatedly thrashes up against your sweetest spot. you shudder, about to collapse backward before you hear the jingling bells of the front door sound off.

“h- hey, toji man. did i leave my . . gloves . . ?”

choso, toji’s rival and regular training partner stares at the erotic scene and his face twists.

“oh,” and he’s flustered right away.

you stop bouncing and your eyes widen as big as saucers—yet, you weren’t even embarrassed. you were in awe, you knew all about choso kamo.

the choso kamo, anyone would be crazy not too. he was the most recent up and coming boxer, and after beating toji with a brutal close score of 58-57.

as you’re reclined back against toji—you finally get a good look at the other dark haired boxer.

he was slim yet also well built, choso was known for fighting opponents with his iconic ponytails but as of currently - he started to wear his hair down. sometimes he’d pin it up, a bit of a wolf cut that flew down his broad shoulders.

as his bashful gaze met yours, he grew nervous. very nervous.

black sable hued shorts cling onto his hips whilst he was shirtless, a few past battle scars painting the entire canvas of his perfectly chiseled body. “am i . . interrupting something?”

“nah. c’mere, ‘cho,” a husky voice calls out and he pauses in his tracks. the air suddenly clouded its way with imaginary thick smoke of lust and tension. it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

he swallows—dragging his bare feet across the crimson red mat toward you both, ducking underneath the stretchy multicolored bars before gawking at you. he was far pretty up close once he entered the practice ring, he runs a hand behind his neck before averting his eyes away from your nude body out of respect.

“he’s always been kinda shy,” toji purrs to you, still buried deep into your cunt. you shiver, every movement he makes makes—even just sitting up makes you let off a soft noise. you chew the inside of your cheek, feeling a stickiness stick between your thighs. dark green eyes flicker at choso and he hums, tilting his head. “choso, you know how to do full nelson too, yeah?”

“y- yeah, of course i do why?”

“you’re avoiding eye contact again.”

choso gulps - burying his hands into the burrows of his shorts pockets. a sheet of sweat marinates across his forehead before he glances at toji, rephrasing. “eh, yeah i know how to do full nelson. why?”

“because,” toji smacks his lips, a hand prying its way between the valley of your legs. you moan, still feeling full from tepid hot dumps of his cum practically oozing out of your puffy slit. “we’ve got a new opponent ‘n she wants to experience what it’s really like on the ring.”

“toji, we do full nelson all the time,” choso timidly runs a bundle of fingers through his buzzed undercut, a timid smile curling against his lips. “we never usually do it um . . naked though.”

the boxer underneath you deadpans. he could be so dense, choso stands still before a small gasp wrenches out of his pink glossed lips.

“oh.. oh,” and his face turns into a flustered tint.

you’ve watched a bit of his interviews and it seemed not only was he shy with the press but he was also very shy in person. it was cute, regardless.

as you’re busy being trapped up in your own thoughts, choso can’t help but peek down toward your legs. you were all exposed and being stretched out by his rival. he sucks his teeth in longing, briefly staring away before feeling himself grow a bit . . aroused. “i feel disrespectful for looking, ‘m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay,” you murmur in coy reassurance, and a hand tugs onto his wrist. choso’s breath hitches at your touch, and you felt his dark eyes flicker back toward you. there’s this look in choso’s eyes, it’s mainly lust-driven. his pupils were blown and his heart raced, you looked so pretty. it’s not like he didn’t exactly not know you. he’d see you every so often when you were ‘training’ with toji. not only that but he’d spot you attending almost every boxing match. always in the front row with a vip lanyard. secretly, you were more of a choso fan but toji didn’t have to know that. “do you wanna touch me too?”

“yes,” he blurts out almost right away and his face flushes a deeper shade. a rumble from toji shakes his shoulders - he’s chuckling, and you feel a big arm wrap around your torso. you bite down on your lip, still feeling yourself sit in a creamy puddle of filth, warm cum still plugged into you. choso starts to pant, watching you slither a hand between your thighs, spreading your soppy pussy lips. “i mean.. oh, that’s..” and he’s barely able to think straight, watching as you toy with yourself whilst still being full of toji’s thickset cock. his head starts to spin before he inches closer, kneeling down after your cute hand gestures to come here. “a- are you sure you want me to—”

“it’s okay, go ahead.” you hum, guiding his wrist.

“choso, she’s not gonna bite ya,” toji snickers, bringing your legs back down. as of now — you were currently straddling him with your back facing his chest. choso rubs his neck once more, growing sheepish yet again. it’s adorable, but again, he’s seen you at his matches and face offs. choso being choso though was far too shy to say anything or thank you for your support. but now, maybe he could thank you in another way. toji crosses his arms, cocking his head as he glances at the scene. “atta boy.”

a scowl forms on the timid boxer as his fingers resume to brush up against your drooling cunt. “s- shut up, toji,” and you let off a moan at his gentle strokes. you continue to lie back against toji - staring at choso, ogles as two plump fingers of his partner’s play up and down against your soddened entrance. choso’s mouth starts to water the more he stares, admiring how full you were—you had a few remnants of toji’s cum oozing from your slit and he swipes it up, bedaubing it against your pussy to make it sheeny again. “f- fuck, you’re so pretty.”

“you can t- touch me more, choso,” you lightly pause his hand by grabbing his wrist. his eyes meet yours and he felt the tent in his boxers tighten. oh, he was already whipped from the sound of your voice. with half lidded smoky eyes, he huffs out a single breath before glancing at your lips. you climb off of toji and a brief pop exits your cunt - dragging choso closer. “are you hard, choso?”

“he’s definitely hard,” toji tchs, averting his jade green eyes toward his partner’s shorts. it was hard to not notice the presentable bulge that’s sticking right in front of his leather everlast brand shorts. “cute.”

“shut up man,” he repeats with a glowering scowl.

with a cute dramatic sigh, choso grumbles something under his breath - trying to pay more attention back toward you. he leans into your touch, closing the gap between your legs until he’s right between you. choso presses a chaste kiss against your collarbone before moaning into your tender skin. he couldn’t help but suck against your shoulder for a few seconds, relishing in your candied flavor.

you were so sweet - bandaged hands roam everywhere on your displayed body before he exhales deeply, staring at you with almost heart shaped pupils. “you . . wanna try full nelson with me too, princess?”

throwing your arms over him, you hum with a subtle nod. “yeah, ‘s okay. i can handle it.”

famous last words,

with choso . . he stretched you all the way out, probably even more than toji.

his cock was just as thick, maybe even more. his fat reddened tip swelters the inside of your sopping pussy so good until you’re whimpering his name on constant loop. it’s like a mantra, you’re so dumb that it’s like his five lettered name was the only thing your brain could comprehend to say.

he’s got you upright in the same exact position before, slinging two beefy arms underneath your thighs as your weight bounces and defies gravity.

“fuck, fuck,” he whines, the addictive squeeze your cunt had never failed to make itself known. he reached any and every area so deep. choso had a delicious curve to his cock that sent you straight butterflies. it expands through your walls, french kissing your insides until you whine. his base was repeatedly getting smacked from your ass, each ‘n every time you jerked up from his lap. “y- you’re so good. so warm, ‘m gonna pass out.”

“aren’t you the boxer though?” you try to tease, but your cheeky voice falters the second his slitted tip kisses against that spot.

your vision was merely blurry, seeing nothing but a kaleidoscope of stars. in almost defeat, your head falls back against his chest and toji watches the entire time, buff arms crossed and an amused cunning expression. seeing you milk his rival was something he didn’t know would turn him on so much.

choso doesn’t reply to your little jest, still pumping such fat inches inside of your gripping walls. he’s already dumb, knocked out cold with a solid punch - not necessarily from an opponent, but your pussy. “hang onto me, ‘kay? this position requires lots of um . . s- stamina.”

as you nod, your entire body dangles and bobs from the movement — parching hot friction gluing against each jolting limb before you spasm.

“chosoooo,” and your thighs collapse, coming to its pleasurable demise. his thrusts were sloppy, the squelches of your own body was so lewd. you heard it through and through, glancing down to see yourself flutter and clench around his cock. “fuck, fuck ‘m gonna get close again.”

“wait,” a gruff voice murmurs and you glance up to see toji standing over you. he cups your chin, a thumb caressing your quivering bottom lip. “such a empty mouth. hm, open for me, pretty. think you could use some throat training too.”

as choso’s still plummeting his cock into your swollen cunt - stretching you out dexterously, you part your lips open.

by your surprise, toji’s lips meets yours and he pulls you into a deep kiss. it’s a bit of a rushing kiss, sloppy and strings of saliva tangling between each mouths. you moan, feeling the weight of your breasts bounce as you’re making haste on the other boxer’s lap. fuck, you were quite literally living the dream. you whimper, feeling his broad hands grab against your tits, using thumbs to push squeeze pressure against your perky nipples. he was always so handsy, allowing his hands to wander everywhere and yanking against the remaining pathetic pieces of fabric that covered your body.

you were still layered . . partially,

his rough scarred hands slide underneath your blouse as he’s continuing to make out with you, curling his parted tongue beside your own before it turns into obscene sucking. your own tongue occasionally scrapes against his scar that located directly near the right side of his mouth - it tickles a bit—however, you whimper once choso’s dick created its own little kisses against your g-spot.

abruptly, toji who was just claiming your mouth a few seconds ago pulls away from the continued kiss to grip underneath your chin again. “ah, say ah,” and he hums at your obedience, staring at your pretty pink tongue rolling out of your mouth flat. “good, ‘m gonna train this throat a little bit for ya, sweets. that alright?”

“o- okay,” and you’re briefly cut off once he springs out his cock again, thwacking his pink pearly tip against your tongue. he lets off a gruff satisfied grunt, feeling himself harden up once you flick your tongue against his slit. you’re slow, making sure to savor his taste. he watches, smacking his lips and his left brow curls.

toji bites his lip, his abs curlings as he watches you try to suck him of fully — he smacks his cock all against your face softly, watching your needy pout before humming. “such a needy cock hungry slut,” and a thumb swipes against your lip, preparing to insert his hardened shaft down your throat. “aw, you want more, do ya?”

you nod before moaning, feeling choso kiss down your neck, yearning for your attention.

“y- you’re doing so good,” choso whines against your ear, clinging onto your jerking body. “ngh, don’t listen to toji. he’s just mean.”

toji rolls his eyes. he’d reply with a sassy remark but he was still feeling the after effects of sensitivity. his muscles were all tense and spasming from you just bouncing on him just a few minutes ago. you’re just grinding onto choso, feeling your hips ridiculously buckle and snap before he smears his cockhead against your lips like it was lipstick. his plump tip goes against your wet lips, only for him to smack it against your clean pink tongue. “mmph.” you lashes flutter, ogling as he buries a few fingers into your scalp for a good grip. toji grunts, briefly tossing his head back in rapture. his scent grows stronger as he gradually starts to sink his way into your mouth.

“t- toji, ‘m gonna cum. i can’t last,” choso babbles, facial expressions scrunching up the more you quicken your tempo on his lap. toji glances at choso who’s melting right underneath you — he’s got you in a secure hold, but it’s lazy.

one of his arms sling around your torso, another holding onto your thigh. “fuck,” he sucks against your neck, feeling the stretch increase. your walls were his own worst enemy, preparing to milk him for all of his worth. everything felt hot, his throat felt dry and he’s starting to shake right underneath you. “gonna cum, gonna c- cum.”

“not yet, ‘cho,” he grunts, watching as you lean in, adjusting your throat to his heavy size. your tongue swirls around the peeling slit and he huffs, a single hand tightening its hold against the roots that stick onto your scalp. “mhm, look at me. don’t worry about him, he’s just a crybaby,” and you can hear choso let off a scoff from behind you. toji’s sensitive cock was still dribbling a bit with a concoction of your previous juices and he groans at the image of you lapping it right up. “c’mon, little deeper. i wanna feel that slutty roof.”

whilst you’re having your mouth and cunt filled entirely—choso’s whining pitches louder and louder. so loud that it reverbs all throughout the thin walls of the empty boxing arena. thankfully, there wasn’t anyone here and it was usually closed on saturdays. he didn’t like be edged, he hated it.

but it felt good,

so fucking good.

especially due to the fact that he was so close to you, hearing your sweet whimpers follow in sync with his.

your voice made his cock twitch and from the inside, you felt it all.

every frantic spasm - you felt it, not to mention the few lightning type veins that run down the upward curve of his cock, you felt that too.

you rocked against him until your knees were at its last. he’s still holding you up but even he was about to tap out. choso had stamina - but he was no match for his rival, toji.

with murky low eyes—toji’s staring dead at you, bobbling your head and merely shoving you down just a little deeper.

you get sloppy, a puddle of drool trickling down the corners of your chin and down the valley of your chest before his tip hits against the roof of your mouth again.

it’s a rough rude hit and his cock gives the very back of your throat its own few jabs. a combo if you will — yet it’s more raunchy instead of sportsmanlike.

“eyes on me baby. yeah, yeah,” toji turns your head a bit, locking onto your sweet gaze. “get it wet, clean it up for me. make me just as much of a mess as you, girl.”

his words were so low - an almost growl. you were too focused on toji that you concisely forgot about the other boxer that’s sat underneath you.

choso came and it was so sudden—he couldn’t hold it anymore.

his grip weakens and he slouched back against the ring, spurts of hot cum pouring into you deep. he’s trembling, feeling a wave crash down on him as he’s succumbing to his high. choso can’t help but try to mimic toji, swatting the palm of his hand softly against your ass. even his spanks were respectful.

the worn out boxer pants, letting off an adorable finish. his vocals were quite loud despite having a deep bellow. “baby oh, fuuuck,” he mewls out, dark brows coming together. choso was about to lose it even more at the feeling your swiveling hips throwing itself around in a circle just because. toji watches the entire thing, how you were teasing his partner whilst having your mouth all stuffed full. as he’s stood tall before you both, his abs clench and you get a face view of it all. perfectly incised along the edges, you saw a few marks and scars coat against his skin and it’s never been more attractive. choso on the other hand found his hands grabbing onto your tits, gently brushing a thumb against your sensitive nipples before nuzzling into your neck. he was definitely pussy drunk — you could hear it. “babyyy,” a soft voice whines pussy drunkly against the lobe of your ear, and you depart your lips away from toji’s cock. he groans, viewing you lie back before you start to twitch out a bit yourself.

not only was choso close but so were you. as your legs were all stuck up in the air in its ideal position, you dramatically gasp once you feel it.

there’s a tugging pile of pressure that presses down on your tummy. your jaw drops—dangles and everything as you’re being pushed further toward the edge. your arousal steadily builds up until it finally comes.

just seconds apart from choso, you pant - a brief pang of electric shock ascending down right through you. you were speechless for a moment.

there’s nothing but a white noise blaring through each of your ears. it feels like an unpredictable wave, a powerful wave that ripples right through your entire body. it took you a long time to realize you were finishing - not only finishing but you were squirting.

“ohmygodddd,” you whimper out, feeling your legs vigorously shake. you gush out right onto the mat. feeling yourself grow hot — you’re even hotter because of choso’s body underneath you.

effortlessly, bodies stick against each other, snuggling in filthy warmth. as you’re leisurely coming to a halting stop of your rhythmic hips, choso’s cock remained tuck inside of you and you catch your breath, head cutely flopping back against his bare chest.

“did . . did you just squirt on me?” choso whimpers, a tremor in his voice.

his voice, it grew a bit raspier. although, you could still hear the softness lingering underneath it.

toji leans in toward you both, spreading your legs open just a bit more - he strums a calloused thumb down your opening, peering as you’re still fluttering out of arousal and was still sopping wet all the way from your needy clit.

“she fuckin’ did,” he coos, and he leans down, getting right on his knees.

you watch with low hooded eyes, still feeling surges of nirvana and euphoria overtake your body. toji purrs in contentment, wide open palms slapping against the foamy ring mat before sticking out his lengthy rosy tongue. you’re catching irregular heavy breaths right along with choso, full lungs preparing to collapse and give out before you pulse.

the moment toji drags his long tongue over the dampened spot of where you just made a mess—you felt yourself throb yet again.

so nasty, he had no shame at all. choso watched too, and he felt the exact same way as you did.

“what a mess,” and with another throaty chuckle leaving his lips, he cleans the mat off entirely before going between your legs. you moan, his palm gifting your cunt with a single abrupt spank. you’re so drenched that a few spurts of your slick coat onto his hand. toji stares at it, scoffing. “pussy tryin’ to talk back i see,” and he rubs his hand in a circular rotation against your cunt, maneuvering all kinds of shapes with his palm. you whimper, grabbing onto choso’s wrist. in awe, toji watches as dumps of cum ooze out of your opening and he even licks that up too, sticky black hair all unkempt and gluing against his forehead. the thin black bangs that run down his brows gives him a more alluring look and he hums, darkened eyes meeting his partner’s. “choso. don’t be a zombie. c’meree.”

you were definitely fucked—

being laid out, defeated and just stupidly stupid.

your legs sprawl outward as they’re both right between them. taking turns, flicking tongues of each against your swollen cunt. they took fighting over you to an entire new level. as they were drinking you dry — you couldn’t help but imagine the lewd thought of taking them both at the same time. you’d probably get crushed, you could barely even handle one as is, but two? that’d be an actual knockout for real.

as you’re still in a trancing daze, you watch both of the boxers with wide rounded eyes, grabbing both of them by the hair. there’s choso who’s really sweet and gentle, giving your pussy soft kitten kisses, softly brushing a thumb down your slit.

and then there’s toji . .

the clit biter - opposite of choso being the clit kisser, he doesn’t care.

with ravened brows furrowing up, he’s so rude to your pussy. every few seconds, he’d tenderly nibble against your pulsating nub, knowing that you’re sensitive there. with a smug grin, he shifts his eyes at you to stare at you dead in the face whilst he’s right between your legs. he’s messy too, moving his head from side to side, his scar swipes against your cunt every now and then.

not only was he messy but he was a hogger. he slurps you clean, luxuriating the tasteless flavor on his tongue before he hears choso cutely huff out in frustration.

“toji, you’re hogging her. ‘s no fair,” he grunts, dark eyes catching a glimpse at him from his hazy peripherals.

“cry ‘bout it,” and he spits on your cunt, hooked bump of his nose rubbing all against your slit.

already - toji’s chin was drenched, and so was choso’s. they both match with a slick of your sheeny arousal dripping down their perfectly chiseled chins. about a good hour had probably passed — then again, you were too dumb to acknowledge the time. all you knew was that you were soaked. you whimper, being nothing but a stiff shivering mess as they devoured you whole.

the numbness in your legs had your back rising up in ecstasy. you wanted more. sloshing slick tongues thrash and glissade against each other before they eventually . . tangle.

toji groans, accidentally meeting with choso’s lips and its brief. his eyelashes open and he has a sly smile at his rival. you watch the entire thing, the timid boxer versus the smug one. toji’s hand still remains on your folds and he’s multitasking, seductively licking choso’s bottom lip - still locking his gaze on him. he’s starting to taking his attention off of you. “hm, don’t tell me you wanted attention from me ‘n not her this entire time, ‘cho.”

a lump gets caught in his throat. choso grows flustered, hearing his own pulse shoot out through his ears as his lips made contact against his rival. “i—”

he’s hard, flaccid still, but definitely hard. there was a loud silence once a smack noise leaves there lips the second they each depart. choso’s got a pout, a longing pout before he tries to act tough.

“shut up, toji.” he grouses, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“how ‘bout ya make me,” and you’re just sat there dumbfounded with your legs still sprawled as if you weren’t just being fought over - invisible questions marks pop up everywhere over your head. what about you? what about you. with quick reflexes, he pins choso flat down on his back before snickering, having the most lewd back arch imaginable.

“our re-match is tonight after all, pretty boy.”

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