𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ! kenma kozume

★ top male reader! trans characters (afab). nsfw. fingering. voyeurism. exhibition. squirting. daddy kink. spanking (only one time)

★ . . . “keep your fucking hips up.", your hand came into contact with kenma's face, his head whipping to the side from the force of the slap as a sharp whine left his lips. your long fingers were buried deep inside kenma's pink cunt, his legs spread wide just for you as you moved both your middle and ring finger in and out of him slowly. the pudding-head boy could only grip the sheets and move his hips back against your fingers for better friction.

kenma was propped onto his knees, chest pressed firmly against the bed as you stood stationary behind him. his streaming camera which was usually facing his gaming chair was pointed toward the bed, kenma's hand print-covered ass filling the screen of his own desktop setup, the comments going crazy on the bottom left. "look at his pretty little pussy, taking my fingers so well. he's leaking everywhere. you like being shown off like this don't you bitch?"

he nodded his head obediently, "yes daddy. i l-luh-love it!"

the poor boy's knees were shaking and a bit sore, being forced to sit still as you had your way with him - antagonizing him with the slow thrust of your fingers. his slick juices leaking and coating your fingers to the knuckle and his thighs. you pump them in and out of him quickly, spurring on gasps and high-pitched moans. "pluh-please daddy. . . ngh-oh fuck!". his pussy fluttered around your fingers as he pushed his face into the pillow, drool coating the fabric.

"are you going to cum baby? you've been so greedy, pussy swallowing my fingers. i'm sure our little viewers would love for you to cum like this.", you placed a kiss on his ass cheek before glancing back at the camera and working your fingers in and out of his cunt quicker. loud wet slick sounds only caused the poor boy more embarrassment, as if getting fingered on the live stream was not enough. wiggling his hips, he found the strength to lift his head and glance back at you.

"d-deeper! fuck. . . push them deeper.", he let his words trail off into a gentle groan. pushing his ass back in time for you to push your fingers further into his cunt. there was a split second of shock as kenma's back arched further and spewed a beautiful girlish moan, thick cream gushing from his sloppy folds as he tried his hardest to pull away from your fingers. "whoa baby, was that it? did i find your spot?"

you teased him to no end, stimulating the spongey area while rubbing gentle circles on his throbbing clit. kenma's broken garbled language had your thick cock begging for release, but of course, you could deal with that after you've made him cum again from your fingers. "sh-shit! cuh-cum! i'm gonna cum d-daddy. . ."

his clit twitched underneath your thumb and his pussy walls clenched around your fingers, spasming with wetness and heat before kenma's eyes crossed and a loud sob of pleasure left his throat. clear liquid spurted from his cunt, your hold on his hips dropping as his body went limp. "you made such a mess. now, tell them who this delicious pussy belongs to kitten"

pulling your fingers away from his used pussy and spreading his folds, you glanced at the camera with a smile, bringing your other hand down on the fat of his ass before gripping the flesh. "y-you daddy. my pussy be-belongs to you", he panted out. your fingers rubbed at his clit as the last few drops of his squirt left him. he mewled and giggled, the orgasm leaving him in an almost braindead state. if he was this way with your fingers, he was going to be even better with your cock buried in his cunt.

Tall wife hug is very much beloved by many

𝙈𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

I’m sorry that I haven’t posted in so long. I’ve been dealing with life so I put writing on the back burner. I hope you all accept this as an apology gift though.

Denki Kaminari x black!male!reader

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Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you first meet when you go to your mutual friends dorm to get the homework for your class because you don’t know who the fuck your professor thought he was when he assigned five papers that were due on Monday

Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you found out shared the same English class with you, making it more enjoyable that it usually would’ve been

Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you start talking to after school regarding assignments

Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you start talking to after school about other things than assignments

Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you genuine warm up too as the semester goes on

Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you think is becoming more than a friend of a friend

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Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who you start thinking about differently after you two get comfortable with each other.

Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who’s always complaining to you about how stressed he is about school and how it’s taking a toll on his sex life, creating the perfect opportunity for you.

Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who gets flustered when you provide a solution.

“How ‘bout I fuck the stress outta you?”

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Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who ends up face down, ass up on your bed as you pound into him like you fucking despise him 

Friend of a friend! Denki Kaminari who’s still shaking from the third orgasm you’ve given him

“S- slow down, ‘s too much!” He whines, grabbing  the sheets

“Don’t be a baby, I thought you wanted me to solve your problem?” You grin, gripping his soft locs to push him further down into the mattress

“A- ah!” He groans, his eyes rolling back into his skull as an earth shattering orgasm rushes through him

“You feel better?” You say softly, gently flipping him to push his hair out of his face

“‘S much better.”

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-Nene

You, My Queen -MHA (Fantasy AU)

Barbarian King Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Context: Okay but imagine this: Barbarian Warrior Bakugou who comes back from a war with the Todorokis to his darling amazing little wife who's been keeping the clan safe and everything in order. He absolutely adores her and can not think of anyone better at being his Chieftess. He is literally a big baby for her and can't live without her praise and reassurance that he is the best man in the land (minus his manly dragon of course, who adores you too) -Taken from my comment on @mhathotfic 's post.

@mhathotfic gave me the idea for this and we’ve both decided to do separate kind of fics for this so please check out theirs cause they an amazing writer!!

Note: Bakubottom. Reader is the top in this relationship. Words like Queen and Wife are used but gender is not specified. Language. Teasing. Slight NSFW (but not really by my standards). Reader putting Katsuki in his place like a good person would.

"We have decided to gift you with 5 cows, 8 pigs, a third years harvest..."

Bakugou couldn't give a shit about what they gave him as long as it wasn't insulting and it was what he wanted. Raiding Todoroki villages were all fun because Bakugou got to see the fear in their eyes every time he burnt down half their village and let his barbarian man plunder and take everything else. To have installed in them the fear of knowing that their precious fire lord with all his stolen elemental magic wouldn’t save them.

Barbarian King Bakugou Katsuki sat on a makeshift throne in what was supposed to be the town square. Most of it was covered in rubble and dirt. His men kept everything in line while his huge red dragon had his head resting next to him. Bakugou always kept a hand on Kirishima's snout. Kirishima, while in his dragon form, was easily agitated and was more animalistic and primal. Without Bakugou there to ground him, who knows what he feels like doing. But Bakugou mostly did it to intimidate people.

"... And 5 virgin sacrifices for you king Bakugou ..." This seemed to get something out of Kirishima with a huff.

Bakugou chuckled down at his dragon. He turned his attention to the town mayor who had been talking. "I have no use for your virgin sacrifices," Bakugou announced to the man making him still. The onlookers released a sigh of relief, happy at his words, but sadly Bakugou wasn’t done talking. Bakugou's grin grew. "But my dragon loves the taste of them." He glanced down at Kirishima.

The onlookers started arguing and shouting at him. They all thought that death by a dragon was worse than being gifted to the dragon king. The barbarians made a move to settle the crowd but the king lifted up his hand to tell them to not. Bakugou snapped his fingers and released his hand off of Kirishima. Kiri growled at the sound of the people arguing with his king. It was making him annoyed and he didn’t like annoying people. He lifted his head off the ground and roared at all of them, instantly shutting them up. They froze in fear at the angry dragon.

Bakugou stood up and placed a hand on the dragon’s neck to calm him back. Kiri growled but turned back to Bakugou. All marvelled in fear and intrigue at the pure control Bakugou had over the dragon. As much as on any normal day he would have Kirishima eat someone, he wasn’t up to it today and besides, Kiri didn’t like the taste of humans.

Bakugou used his explosion magic to fly up to Kirishima's head. He clung onto one of Kirishimas horns and looked over to his men. "Take their shit back home. Anyone who stops you is to be killed. Take the virgin sacrifices too." He ordered. His men nodded in understanding.

With a pat to the side, Kirishima took off into the air. Bakugou released a sigh at the feeling of being back in the air. He never did like the ground and once he found Kirishima he never wanted to walk again.

It wasn't a very long flight out of the Todoroki kingdom but it took a slight bit longer of a trip since Bakugou had to pick something up first.

When they made it into Barbarian territory Bakugou finally felt at home. It wasn't the most pretty of lands but it was where they lived. Contrary to popular belief there was a lot of green land and trees. Although it was hard to get into barbarian territory due to the deadly mountain ranges that only they knew how to navigate. Due to this, the barbarians had rarely ever been invaded since they were protected by the terrain.

Kirishima landed in the middle of the huge barbarian village that could easily rival other kingdom capitals due to its mass population and size of it. Immediately people crowded their king, not having expected him back so soon. Bakugou jumped down off of Kirishima who always loved all the attention he was given. Children and people all rejoiced around them.

"Eijiro go rest up. We aren't going to be back long." He tells the shifter. A little child with pretty curly black air waddled up to him and hugged his leg. Bakugou gave the little one a small rare smile and placed his hand on their head. The little girl giggled and ran off to her mother, speaking in their native language about how the king had just given her attention. Bakugou couldn’t help but feel happy at the sight.

Children crowded around Kirishima in awe of him. In a puff of smoke, the dragon disappeared leaving behind a man with long red locks of hair sitting on the floor. Immediately women crowded him, placing him in a fancy robe. Kirishima smirked as he walked over to the king. "Aww come on Katsuki. Can't we stay a little bit? I have to give all my amazing consorts some love." Kirishima nagged his king. He winked over at the group of men and women that had come to see them fly in. The group blushed and all greeted him back.

Bakugou scoffed. "You can go and fuck your harem all you want Kirishima. I won't stop you, but we still aren't staying long."

Before Kirishima could say anything, "I hope you don’t mean that Katsuki.” Walking through the sea of people that parted to let you through was the Queen of Barbarians. You were walking up to Bakugou with a smile on your face, holding a tiny baby in your arms. You handed the child off to one of your maidens and went over to your king. The people around you bowed at your presence, even Kirishima who only ever bowed to Bakugou. Bakugou opened his arms for you to be held in them. You both embraced each other in a kiss. You hummed and looked up at your barbarian. “Welcome back, my love.” You greeted him. You fixed his cape over his shoulders slightly, before looking back up into his crimson eyes.

Bakugou smiled down at you, his queen, his everything. No amount of gold and jewels could amount to you. “My Queen.” He greeted. “I hope our people haven’t been giving you trouble.” He voiced out.

You laughed and shook your head. “They only ever give you trouble, not me.” You told him truthfully. If there was any trouble you often fixed it before anyone would realize it had ever occurd.

Bakugou snapped his fingers. Kiri looked over at him sort of confused. Bakugou turned back to the dragon and snapped his fingers again with wider eyes. “Oh!” Kiri nodded and quickly ran off. You lifted an eyebrow up to Bakugou, not amused with him. His smile dropped in nervousness. He cleared his throat as he waited for Kirishima. Kiri came running back with the gift Bakugou got you. He bowed down to you. “My Queen.” He stated with a smile.

You laughed and took the gift. You scratched under Kirishima’s jaw, making the shifter release a happy dragon chuft. “Hello, Eijiro. Your harem missed you more than usual. I hope you’re going to make it up to them.” You informed him with a smile of your own.

Kirishima chuckled as he stood back up straight. He threw his arms open and motioned down to himself. “Don’t I always?” He asked. You chuckled at his behaviour. He waved and turned around, easing the crowd away from the two of you. “Look who’s home!” Kirishima announced in the air as he threw his arms open. The group of men and women all shorter than him grabbed at him with joyous laughter and giggles. Kirishima’s wide grin couldn’t have been any wider. “Who wants to hear my war stories?” He asked.

Both you and Bakugou laughed at the redheaded dragon shifter. You turned down to the box in your hand. “What’s this?” You asked Bakugou intrigued.

Bakugou shrugged, his grin not leaving his face. He pushed you towards the biggest tent in the area, where the both of you stayed. “Open it and see.” He told you as the both of you entered. You both stood in the central meeting place where meetings were held.

You gave him a suspicious look but you opened it. Lying in there was a silver dagger, cut and sharpened to perfection. It was beautiful with engravings in the barbarian native language which translated to ‘Queen of Mountains’. You looked down at it in awe. “Katsuki…” You smiled. “It’s so beautiful.” You stated. You looked back up at him and placed your hand up to his cheek. “Thank you, my love.” Bakugou’s cheeks went a slight pink. He always gave you gifts. He would give you anything you wanted. If you wanted the world to bow at your feet, he would do it and he would be first in line to get down on his knees for you. “Now you can stay for a month.” You nodded your head and left his arms.

Bakugou blinked in confusion. “Huh.” He let out.

You walked through a doorway to the private area where you and your husband slept. You opened your chest with all the many gifts that Bakugou gave you. You had never not once used them. You made sure to at least wear one of the many pieces of jewellery he gave you. “You heard me Katsuki.” You spoke out loud since you knew he followed you like a lost puppy back here. “The people have been missing their king and so have I. You’ve been gone for weeks and only ever drop in when your hurt. This time you’re staying for a month.”

Bakugou groaned in annoyance. He had a war to fight. He couldn’t just be at home while his men did everything. As much as he knew he had kingly duties to do here, he preferred fighting. “I can do a week.”

“A month.” You were not backing down.

“Two weeks.”

“A month.” You turned back to look at him, your arms folded across your chest.

Bakugou knew arguing with you was like trying to move a tree without chopping it down. He dragged his hands down his face. “Two and a half.”

“A month.” Bakugou kept quiet, not wanting to fall down and lose to you. You shook your head in disappointment. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” You let out with a heavy breath. Your husband grew nervous. He hated disappointing you and not living up to your expectations. He tried his best to do everything you said and more to the ‘t’ but every once and a while his pride got the best of him. “Looks like you just aren’t listening today. It seems like you let everything go to your head while you’re out there.” You walked up to him. You grabbed him roughly by his arm and pushed him down on his knees in front of you. Before he could react, you had his neck your hand and the other hand in his hair. You tugged hard on his blond tufts of hair, forcing him to look up at you. He closed his eyes at the pain but didn’t move from where you had forced him down on his knees. He withheld a whimper from the pain. “Look at me.” He slowly opened his eyes, hesitant to see your angry face. Surprisingly you looked down at him like he was something fascinating like he was a fine jewel. You took your hand off his neck and traced his jaw. “That’s much better.” You let out with a smile. “Now tell me, Katsuki… Who is it that you leave to look after the territory?”

Bakugou’s heart was racing in his chest. His heartfelt like it was jumping out of his throat and his palms felt sweaty. You always had this effect on him. Brought him down on his knees, humbled him, when no one else could. “Y-you.” He let out quietly.

“Speak up.” You dropped your smile at the way he spoke. Not impressed with the stutter but not surprised either. “You, what?”

He gulped but kept his eyes on your face. His cheeks warming up. “You, my Queen.”

“Who is it that you leave to govern your people while you go off playing war with your friends?”

“You, my Queen.”

“Who runs this place?”

“You, my Queen.”

“Who runs this relationship?”

You placed your leg between his spread ones. Applying pressure to his crotch. He whimpered in pain of being teased. He had already been hard from your control over him. “You, my Queen.” He breathed out, his face flushed.

“Who do you come begging for every time you return home, huh? Katsuki? Who has ultimate say and control?”

“You, my Queen. It’s always you.” He let out.

Your harsh grip on his hair and scalp eased up at his admission. You hummed in satisfaction of his answers. You once again let your fingers wander his face as you looked down at him. “Good boy.” You praised him. Bakugou’s breaths were racing as you leaned down closer to his face. You let go of his hair and placed both of your hands on his cheeks. You kissed him deeply making him moan into the kiss, wanting you. But he knew better than to move and touch you when you didn’t say he could. You moved back from the kiss, making him chase your lips for more. You chuckled and placed a finger to his lips. “Now since I’m nice and understanding, you’ll stay for three and a half weeks, not a full month. Alright.”

“Yes… thank you.” He let out his voice hushed and smaller than usual.

You tapped his nose, making him twitch it slightly. You giggled. “Your welcome. Now,” You clap your hands. You moved away from him and headed to the exit out of the room. “We have so much to do, Katsuki. Come on.”

“But you left me like…” He turned back to look at you. His eyes silently pleading for you to take care of him. For you to spoil him while his back.

You turned your head to look at him. You looked down at his pants and scoffed. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, Kats, I’ll take care of you.” You think about it. “Maybe… now come, come. There’s much to be done.”

Bakugou got up off his knees and followed you. His Queen. The only other person who outmatched him in every sense of his being. “Yes, My Queen.”

-Glitch1d

This turned out better than I expected in all honesty. I want to thank mhathotfic for letting me write this. I can't wait to see what they have done and will link their work once I see it!

𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 (𝐩𝐭.𝟑) || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵?“

Inspo: NF - Trauma

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Male!reader x Cassie Howard (mentioned)

Summary: Sleepless nights, cruel thoughts, traumatized, you’d been knocked down to a single atom. And you wanted justice for what Cassie had done to you.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Angst, PTSD episodes, discussion of trauma, heavy dialogue on self-harm, and substance abuse. Just very graphic and direct with a lot of descriptions of everything.

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MOTH TO A FLAME

✰summary: kiri is staying at bakugo and his girlfriend’s house when he catches them having sex through the crack of their bedroom door. kiri discovers he’s into voyeurism.

✰ warnings: all characters aged up 21+, SEX (minors and ageless blogs dni!!!!), non-con voyeurism (is that a thing?), kink-discoveryish?, spitting, some degrading, creampie, female reader, oral (f receiving), bi panic for kiri, squirting, bkg is bigger than reader, belly bulge

✰wc: 2.5k

heavily inspired by “private affairs” by @lady-lauren (amazing writer and very kind person!!) might continue this, who knows!!

he knows he shouldn’t be watching.

he’s a guest in his best friend’s house. graciously being able to stay in the guest room while his house is being fumigated. they’ve been nothing but accommodating. feeding him, insisting he not do any household chores, ensuring his comfort during his stay in the house.

how does he repay this kindness?

by watching his bakugo and his loving girlfriend go at it in their bedroom.

eijiro didn’t do it on purpose. he’d never go out of his way to watch his closest friend get to know his girl in the biblical sense. he was simply just trying to go get a glass of water from the kitchen, having to pass their room to do so. he kept his steps quiet, practically tip-toeing down the hall to not wake them if they were asleep. kirishima noticed the door was slightly cracked open as he was about to descend the stairs, but stopped mid-step when he heard the first noise.

he turned his head to look into the room when he heard the slight moans and whimpers that escaped through the crack of the door. it wasn’t opened enough to see everything, but he did see the way your legs were spread and glistened with a light sheen of sweat. your breast were bare, exposed to the gentle glow of the light you always kept on. your head thrown back as more of those sweet moans left your lips. he then noticed the large, calloused hands holding a grip hard enough to bruise on the plush skin of your thighs. strong arms wrapped around them to hold you in place. the blond was between your legs eating you like a man starved and covering your most private of areas with his head. the sight was enough to bring his dick to life and for him to drop his knees to the hardwoods with a soft thud. he hid in the shadows and mentally thanking whatever force compelled them to not fully shut their door.

“fuck kats. i’ve missed you so much. i need you.”

eijiro admired the way you sounded when you were overtaken to the waves of pleasure your boyfriend was drowning you in. he’d never admit it out loud, but he’d always thought you to be beautiful. always gentle, like a ray of sunshine that had fallen to the earth. i’m some ways, you were just like him. a stark contrast to katsuki, eijiro’s other schoolboy crush.

he let his mind drift to wonder about how you’d would taste on his tongue. you’d probably be the sweetest he’s ever had and he’d drink it up with fervor until you’d beg him to stop. he also wonders what’d it be like to have katsuki’s tongue running along the veins of his thick shaft. he accidentally lets a small moan slip, thankfully, it was covered by an even louder one from you as you released on katsuki’s face. thighs clenching and your manicured fingers digging into his blond hair. your hair swished as you threw your head back against the bed in pleasure, mouth forming the classic ‘o’ shape.

he decided to forego the glass of water when katsuki removed his mouth from your pussy to remove his cock from the grey sweats that hung lowly on his hips. he was built beautifully. rippling muscles that covered his entire body and a beautiful adonis belt that led straight to his dick. eijiro wondered if it was weird to call a dick pretty, but it was the only word that could describe katsuki. long and thick, but not as thick as the redhead that was spying in. a beautiful blue vein running along the erect shaft and his tip was a perfect shade of pink.

he pumped himself a few times to prepare to take you. eijiro doing the same. preparing to watch the love-making and passion between two very attractive individuals. just touching himself lightly enough to relieve the ache. ghosting his large fingers over the head and smearing some of his own pre down the length.

he knows it’s wrong

he knows he shouldn’t do it.

but he was too far gone to stop.

he was drawn to the scene unfolding before him like a moth to a flame. watching and admiring bakugo’s cock intently as he toyed with your entrance. rubbing the head up and down your wet slit until you were practically in tears begging him to push in. a loud moan leaving you when he finally does push all the way in. katsuki having to clamp his hand down on your mouth to try and keep you quiet as he began to rut into you. his hands gripping the curve where your waist and hips meet and low groans of his own escaping his mouth.

kirishima kept up with bakugo’s pace. fisting his cock to the rhythm he created as his hips snapped against yours. eijiro wished it was his name rolling off your pink tongue as he fucked you. watching your tits bounce with every thrust given and wishing his could just reach out and touch you.

he also wished to be under katsuki. he wanted to be the person katsuki was sweetly praising and hatefully degrading. wanted to know what it felt like when he wrapped a thick hand around his throat like bakugo had just done to you.

“‘m so fuckin’ addicted to you. pussy’s a drug, baby.”

he shuddered at the sound of katsuki’s voice. stern tone lacing the words that left his lips and made kirishima wish he was on his knees before him. his cock practically jumped in his hand every time bakugo spoke filth down to you.

“‘m gonna fuck you into the shape of my cock.”

“you’re just a desperate fucking slut, so greedy f’me.”

“roll those fuckin’ hips on me, princess.”

having to choke back his own whimpers to remain unnoticed. eijiro relished at the hot tears that ran down your cheeks that katsuki had so kindly wiped away for you before harshly tapping your cheek.

“open up, baby.” you obeyed his every command as a string on spit fell from his tongue and into your mouth. swallowing it without much of a second thought. eijiro’s eyes rolled back as he continued to beat his cock to the sliver of a view he had of the pair of you.

you whined when katsuki abruptly pulled out. he flipped you over and bent you over your shared bed before burying himself back in your wet heat.

“‘s too much baby!” you whined as he pistoned his hips into you at a faster, rougher pace.

“shut the fuck up and take this cock.”

eijiro was getting closer with every stroke of his fist. having to use one of his own hands to help him choke back and muffle the sounds threatening to spill from him. the fire burning in his abdomen only growing every time your ass jiggled from the rough pace katsuki had set. more of his pre leaking out of his slit and quickly being used as lube to keep himself going.

eijiro intently listened as your moans became louder and of a higher pitch. endless strings of slurred and babbling words coming from your mouth as you warned your boyfriend of another incoming release.

“fuck… fuck gonna cum, kats, gonnafuckingcum.”

“that’s it, princess, cum all over my cock. wanna feel you clench around me.”

if kirishima could see your face, he’d bet your eyes would be rolling to the back of your head as bakugo hit that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. he was about to let himself go until katsuki spoke up again.

“i know you’ve got another one in you-“

getting so horny for this was disgusting.

“-so be a good girl for me, yeah?”

but he was willing to be a called-out pervert if that meant he could continue watching.

he slowed the hand that jerked his cock, bound and determined to finish when you cum again. eijiro loved watching you be used as a cocksleeve. loved watching your beautiful cunt grip your boyfriend’s cock and suck it into your body.

and bakugo looked like a dictionary picture of power. he looked so domineering over you. a behemoth compared to your shorter frame. he’s always been strong and just simply better at everything because he wanted to be. nobody ever holding him back from something he wanted. eijiro imagines him to be the best fuck he could ever dream of having, somewhat envying you for being the one that gets to experience it.

“you’re so fucking deep in me.” a another bead of pre-cum rolls out of his slit when he notices the bulge in your belly every time katsuki pushes all the way in. he wishes it was his cock. he wishes it was his stomach. he’s never seen someone look so pretty taking a pounding like this before. bakugo’s hips speeding up as he tries to bring you over the edge before he falls victim to his own release. maneuvering a hand down to toy with your sensitive clit, causing your whines to grow louder and more needy. your cunt squelches with every thrust he gives and you take it all with grace.

“y’gonna come f’me again baby? gonna cum with me?”

he’s so close.

“fuck, kats, please.”

so goddamn close.

your words slur and become airy as if bakugo is knocking all the breath from your lungs. eijiro hopes that his best friend is going to fill your sweet pussy so he can imagine it’s his cum dripping out of you. his balls feel tighter and with every moan or groan he hears spill from your mouths, he finds the coil in his stomach to be twisting tighter. just a few more strokes and he’ll be done for.

“right there, kats! fuck.. please! i’m gonna cum.. i’m cumming! i’m cumming!”

“fuck yes baby, take this shit. cum on my fat cock. cum with me, princess.” eijiro loses himself at the piercing whine that leaves you when you squirt on your boyfriend. watching the clear liquid gush from your tight and stuffed hole sends him and katsuki over the edge at the same time. eijiro biting his hand and drawing blood as he tucks his dick back into his sweats to catch the load of cum that erupts from him. he watched bakugo’s every reaction as he came. head thrown back and brow furrowed as he continued to snap his hips into yours. grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you towards him. he watched the way the warm glow of light illuminated the sweat on your bodies and it made him feel as if he could jerk off again.

he payed extra close attention when katsuki slowly pulled himself from you. your hole gaping from being stretched by the massive man and dribbles of his white hot cum running out of your pussy. he intently watched once more as bakugo scooped up the cum and pushed it back in to you.

“not wasting a drop, baby.”

he had to close his eyes before he got riled up again, but he couldn’t bask in the post-nut clarity either. as quickly as possible getting off of his knees and trying to quietly walk on wobbly legs down to the kitchen to get himself the water that he actually needs now. somberly thinking of what he’d done.

eijiro kirishima is not a pervert. he didn’t do shit like that, but here he was. standing in the kitchen of his best friend’s house after busting a nut to them having sex with the wet patch on the inside of his sweats to prove it.

he stared at a dust bunny that had gathered where the countertop and wall met. he felt as dirty as that spot as guilt overtook his body. weighing down his muscular shoulders. the air felt thick and almost suffocating as he tried to take a few deep breaths to ease the shame that had settled in.

carefully making his way back up the stairs, he hoped to just walk on by. hoped that this would be a thing to only weigh down on him and him only. hoped he could put the disgusting, perverted, and voyeuristic act behind him.

you can only hope for so much when you’re guilty.

“eijiro.” he heard the booming voice of katsuki right as he passed the doorway. it was quiet enough for him to question if he was dreaming or not. he stopped in his tracks, glass in hand, to try and hear movement in the bedroom and see if anyone was awake.

“i know you’re out there, ei.” shit. he wasn’t dreaming. he felt the weight on his shoulders double as he tried to find his voice to respond back.

“yeah?” it was all he could muster. ashamed, embarrassed. there’s no way they didn’t know about what he did. he’d been caught.

“come here.” the two words were confusing to kiri, but his legs moved to enter the room anyways. was he going to get his ass beat? kicked out? murdered? he wasn’t sure. but he did know his eyes weren’t deceiving at what was laid out before him.

you were still on the bed, but had flipped over on your back and propped up on your elbows, completely naked. he got a good look at your still hardened nipples and glistening cunt from the fuck you’d had 10 minutes prior. katsuki was also still naked. standing at the side of the bed in all his glory, cock still half hard. eijiro’s eyes widened at the sight.

“i know you were watching us.” is all katsuki can say before streams of ‘sorry’s’ and ‘I swear it was a one time thing’ leaving his mouth before he could even think about what he was saying.

“there’s no need to be a fuckin’ baby about it,” bakugo cut his apologies off, “princess here loved it, didn’t you?” the two men look over at you as you smiled and nodded your pretty little head.

“y’know, we’ve both never came so hard before, so we thought we could reward you a bit.” your voice was sickeningly sweet. you could ask eijiro to do anything for you and he’d do it, no questions ask if you continued to lure him in with your seductive voice. your eyes were half-lidded as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. taking in the bashful expression on his face.

“reward.. me?” kirishima felt weak in the knees again as his cock stirred to life once more at the thought of either of you giving him a little something.

“yeah, yeah. you want it?” katsuki spoke, looking unbothered, bored even. eijiro nodded his head without a sliver of hesitation. his excitement resembled a puppy wagging when a treat is held in front of its face. his entire body felt like it was jumping in anticipation and the pressure holding his shoulders down had lifted. it felt like he’d gotten one hundred times lighter. like he was floating

he gasped when bakugo grabbed a fistful of his red hair and pushed him to his knees, facing your pretty pussy. his tongue darted out to lick his lips before katsuki spoke again.

“you want us? eat my fuckin’ cum outta her cunt.”

eijiro didn’t pay any mind to the dull ache that spread across his scalp. nothing would cause him to hesitate at the opportunity to taste the two of you.

who loves to be marked? | sub!mha boys

wc: 410+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, suggestive, marking, biting, spanking

haikyuu boys edition

Midoriya

blushes whenever you bite/mark him, whether teasingly or while you two are making out

likes calling hickeys love bites, says it sounds "better"

you think its rather cute

mark him right in the middle of his neck so its high enough that the collar of his uniform cant cover it

definitely gets embarrassed when his friends tease him for them

especially when there's a bunch and its really bruised

it doesn't help that you're all smug about it either

he loves them though, he promises!

his favorite spot to get marked would be his chest so that only he can see them

definitely is shy when begging to be marked

"p-please-"

"please what, baby?"

"m-mark me please.."

but becomes less shameful about it later on when he's being fucked dumb

Bakugo

no matter how much he denies it, you know he loves when you mark him

especially when you bite him, hard

use a canine to bite the lobe of his ear hard enough to draw blood, he'll fucking moan

"f-fuck y-yes, do that again please"

he loves when you're rough with him in general and its the same when you're marking him

mark him everywhere!! he doesn't care

he'll proudly show them off

grip his thighs hard enough when you're holding them down so that it stays red for a while

or or!!

spank his ass so many times to the point he's sobbing and his ass is full on red with your handprint stamped on it for a day or two

he would definitely wear extra short, tight booty shorts around you with half of his ass out so that he can tease you with how red it is

you bit his ass once as a joke but he kept begging you to do it again

what a freak (affectionate)

Kirishima

pull on his hair and leave a dark mark on his throat

go on, I know you wanna

that'll make him whimper so hard, both from the hair pulling and how hard you're marking his neck

"ah! p-pull harder!"

he likes it when you mark his chest too

his hero costume exposes it and you forgot about that one time so all the marks you left on him the previous night were put on display the next day

oh and don't forget to leave bite marks!!

those are his favorite

just bite extra hard so that he lets out a loud moan and so that the mark will stay there for absolute days

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

Spaceship: Horizon - Season Finale: How did we get here?

Male Reader x Miyawaki Sakura & Choi Yena

Length: 2480 words

Tags: a lot of what the fucks, a lot of fucks, sudden sex, sex as a reward, threesome, friendly rivalry, blowjobs, forced deepthroat, 69, pussy eating, face sitting, snowballing, cowgirl, overstimulation, very numb, very exhausted, very confusing, commander!Sakura / dorky!Yena / puzzled!You

TW: Kinda forced with a lot of plot point coming together. Feel free to back read ;)

Inspiration: A lot of ppl wanted Kkura, other wanted Yena, and I wanted to finish one of my many plans I had for this season finale. This series is super old, hell, I don't even remember all the things I set up and names lol.

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for the late edit. Really saved some stuff, tbh. You're the best.

(A/N: FInally, we are! Season two wrapped up after HUGE holes in between lmao. A lot my newer reader might not even know this series exists lmao. This was always supposed to be my flagship, but yeah, I guess others are more well-liked. Enjoy this season finale, it (probably) won't be the last!)

“Hm! Look, he is waking up, Commander!”

“Stop calling me that, Yena! These titles are absurd.”

The ceiling above you is familiar. The cushions below you are familiar. The two do not evoke positive memories, unlike the two familiar voices that argue for a brief period of time, before they stop. 

Two pairs of eyes look down on you. They sparkle in excitement and thrill—at seeing you, perhaps?

“Sakura? Yena?” you call out the two names you associate with those orbs and reach for where you assume their bodies are. Texture—an arm, a hand. This is reality and not some weird lucid dream. You have experienced enough of those in the past to be cautious, but luckily, both Sakura and Yena are real.

“Welcome back!” Yena shouts. She wraps an arm around your nape and her following hug leaves you breathless for a second, her sizable breasts for another. 

“Back?” you respond, mildly confused, although it is nothing new to you that this girl says random shit again and again without explaining herself.

“Aw, Commander, look at him! He is a literal war hero and doesn’t even know it.”

Yena giggles, thus Sakura gives her a quick slap on the butt. It was certainly not a kind slap, but the idol does not look angry at all. The excitement and amusement do not disappear from her. It’s all absurd. It would all make more sense if you died and went to heaven. No more aliens that want you to record porn, just the weird, dorky, sexy guide from the spaceship and your favorite idol. Sounds like heaven, alright.

“War hero? Damn, I can’t even remember the battle I fought, but it explains why I’m dead.”

Sakura shakes her head.

“Yena, please, this poor guy is completely lost. Enlighten him about everything he asks for. We got the time.”

Yena suddenly straightens her posture. Like a news anchor delivering important, serious information, she tries to stare at you, but her attempt fails. Her laughter echoes off the walls and through the large room. She repeatedly slaps her thigh in loud amusement. Sakura looks pissed.

“Yena! Get your act together!”

“But how would you tell him? It sounds so weird when I try to put it into words!”

“Weird?” you say confusedly. “Nothing can be weird to me now. We are on a fucking spaceship with aliens that can shapeshift and want to film us have sex.”

Yena laughs again. “Oh boy, about that!”

Sakura, visibly at the end of her patience, plants an angry hand on the younger girl's mouth. She glares at her, then at you, and says with a bit of resignation:

“All of the things you just said—they changed. A lot.”

“Huh? How so?” you say while giving looks to both of the girls and their banter. If they weren’t so cute, you’d cringe at their behavior.

“A couple of weeks ago,” Sakura begins as she still suffocates a teary-eyed Yena with the palm of her hand, “we found ways to communicate with other parts of the spaceship. It is absolutely gigantic, we still have no idea how big it actually—Yena, stop it now, please—is. A couple hundred kilometers in each direction, probably. At first we thought it was a trap, that these intelligent creatures would not allow us to meet up in secret and share information. But then, we found the reason: all of them were watching your videos. Every single one of them.”

“What do you me—please, no!”

Your fingers dig into your hair. It feels sweaty, greasy, and definitely unwashed, the new stress is not helping either. Your pornography spread further than you would have imagined. If these aliens saw it, then other people saw it too. The size of this ship makes you imagine that potentially millions of humans could have seen you naked and get it going with dozens of women. Well, there goes your reputation, even if you ever return to Earth.

“Listen to her, she is not finished,” Yena says with a large grin on her ducky facial features. She places a caring hand on your shoulder, while Sakura places a not-so-caring-but-rather-threatening-hand on hers. 

“Don’t interrupt me, please.”

“I won’t, Commander.”

“I said you—never mind. Anyways, these aliens were addicted to the porn, the sex. Something about it made them lose focus. They became sloppy and made mistakes that left holes for us to not only be able to communicate with more and more people, we also made plans to get more information about this place and how we could use this addiction to our advantage.”

“Maybe you noticed it too,” Yena barges in. “Some aliens—especially your Worker—must have been very affected by it. Being irrational, less caring, all that kinda stuff.”

You nod. He certainly was affected. Uncontrollable, maniacal, not paying attention, getting desperate for more material, Worker became a junkie for your fucking porn. 

Your mind spins at the thought. Where the hell is this leading up to?

“Just a couple of days ago,” Sakura continues with intensity, her eyes wide open, “we were able to throw away all our strategies and battle plans. The aliens started to evaporate. At first we thought it was a trick by them and that they figured it out, but then we got reports that they probably died due to an overdose of your porn. We knew their deaths, or rather obliteration, was inevitable. And so we watched them evaporate, one by one, and we took control of their positions. We found all kinds of young people held as cattle, tortured as slaves or being forcefully fed food. Not all of the experiments were cruel of course, but I think everyone is delighted that this shit is over.”

Sakura takes a deep breath and pinches her forehead. Her rambling wasn’t all that coherent, but she got the point across to you, which is—

“So… we won?”

Your question lingers in the air for a bit. The smell of sweat and some fine perfume reaches your nose for the first time since you woke up from your slumber. The mattress below you feels wet, your legs are still kind of numb. 

Oh, it must have been them who gave you the drug. They wanted you to film the ultimate video to finish the aliens off. The pieces of the puzzle are slowly coming together, but the picture couldn’t look any more bizarre. 

“Yes!” Yena exclaims and lunges herself at you. Her entire body presses onto yours, from thighs, to tummy, to titties. Yena doesn’t seem to care that you’re all sweaty. She looks genuinely happy.  It feels great, this feeling of victory, of freedom, Yena pushes it all onto you. 

“After we live streamed your holy-moly-crazy-orgy to the last remaining aliens, they all evaporated.”

“It sounds so stupid,” you giggle and shake your head, “but I guess I’m glad. I bet there are still so many insane things that happened. No need to tell me now, to be honest, I’m not sure I understood the things you already told me. But can I at least know why you didn’t tell me about it?”

“So it didn’t look forced,” Sakura says with the attempt of a wink, “We had no clue if you would have been able to perform under pressure if you knew what was at stake. We also like to keep these top secret issues in a small circle.”

“Damn, you all sound like the CIA.”

Yena rubs her cheek on yours as she gives another hearty laugh. 

“Our guerilla group really developed into a whole organization. It’s gotten even worse during the three days you were asleep.”

“Wait, what?” you groan defeated. Another three days of life missed for something you can’t grasp yet. And what the hell do they mean by organization? The questions don’t stop coming.

“Don’t worry!” Sakura flails her arms as she shifts closer to you as well, “We used the Helper system to keep you hydrated.”

“Wait, how? I don’t—”

“We have some smart people among us,” Yena says, her lips pouty, for some reason, “They were able to hack into the system, which is why we can communicate and use the Helpers to our benefit. Communication, water, food, hell, even teleportation. These things are amazing.”

“I—”

You stare at the ceiling. It’s the same, it’s been the same, it has not changed.

Your eyes open to the possibility that this is all fake, a dream to make you feel better. It’s a simple explanation for the absurdity tenfolding with every word the girls say. But can it be true? A dream this realistic and detailed, with all the right changes? 

Wait, maybe you really died a war hero and this was your reward. Like in those old, ancient stories—your brain is coming full circles. Damn this drug, damn this fucked up spaceship.

“—cannot understand, but I guess it’s fine.”

Silence, then the two girls giggle.

“Yes, it’s basically long story short,” Yena blurts out, “You fucked, fucked up things happened, the Aliens are fucked and we won. Everything is fine.”

Take a deep breath through your nostrils. The air still feels real, the wetness on your skin too, but most importantly, Sakura still smells as good as she did back then. You’re not dead, thank God, and apparently a porn star war hero, thank God? 

“Okay, whatever,” you respond and force your upper body into a sitting posture, “Can I please take a shower now? I smell of sweat and… other, more obscene bodily fluids.”

“Not so fast,” Sakura responds and sits down on your legs. Fuck, they are still numb, you can’t even fiddle them out underneath her light body.

“Let me in on it too, Commander!” Yena shouts and climbs next to you. She begins to pull at your shirt, while Sakura wiggles out your pants from under your butt. 

“What the—hey stop! We don’t need to film anything anymore, right?” you fight back with words, while your body surrenders immediately.

“You are right,” Sakura says as your cock springs free, already semi-hard, “No cameras. This is just for you, your reward.”

It might not be the first time that your favorite idol has taken your cock into her mouth, but there is something absolutely incredible about this time. She, the Sakura, is literally some Commander that gives a guinea pig porn star head for winning a war against shapeshifting aliens—oh yeah, and there is Yena, rubbing her now exposed breasts on your arm as her ducky lips suck your neck. It’s impossible to let that sink in.

You moan out in pleasure. It’s a miracle that your cock still works after what happened during the last session. Then again, it is Sakura who uses her skilled tongue and lips to make you hard and throbbing. 

Judging from Yena’s annoyed hums on your ear as she nibbles on it with great care, she feels neglected. Suddenly, one of her tits is in your mouth so you lazily suck on the hard nipple. Sakura hisses from in between your legs, your cock still in the warmth of her mouth. She stops sucking and jerks you off to properly address Yena.

“What are you doing? This is his reward, not yours! You can’t use him like your plaything.”

“Oh stop it, Commander! I know you want to ride his cock badly and cum on it like the needy bitch you always were while we watched the vi—”

“Fine, shut up!”

Through their bickering, they don’t seem to realize the mess of moans and whimpers you have become. Yena’s soft breast firmly placed in your mouth leaves your mind numb yet blissful, while Sakura’s hand goes up and down your cock at high speed. It’s like she is electrically charging you, to the point where you might explode. Why the fuck does a foreign hand feel so much better on your length than your own?

“Gimme some of that too,” Yena says and leaps at your crotch. At one moment, her chest was all you could see, the next moment it’s her pink pussy, hovering above your face. 

Lips on your tip make you beg for mercy, but the two don’t have any. Sakura pushes down on the back of Yena’s head and you unexpectedly penetrate her face deeply. Your entire cock disappears in her mouth and she slobbers all over it. A mix of saliva and lipstick covers your sweaty legs.. 

“Ye-Yena, K-Kura, I can’t—”

“You don’t like it?” Sakura asks, her tone missing seriousness entirely.

“No, I—fuck!”

Throw your head back as Yena moves. The warmth of her throat is gone and back again as soon as Sakura allows it. The idol is thrusting her friend—or are they just rivals—onto your shaft ferociously. Because of Yena’s firmly placed knees next to your shoulders, you are unable to stop them. All there is is your climax. Resign to it.

“Fuck, I c-can’t, hmpf!”

As the two girls work together to suck out your semen, Yena bluntly drops her cunt onto your lips, its scent a bewitching perfume to make you forget the pain of your overstimulated dick. She tastes delicious, her nectar drips into your groaning, gasping mouth. 

“My turn, finally!”

Yena pulls her stuffed mouth away, but your twitching, probably completely red cock doesn’t stay cold for long as Sakura lifts herself up and after a long hum goes down on your length, it bottoms out with ease, and your mind shuts off.

“So good!” Sakura screams and starts to ride you with no regards to your exhaustion or obvious overstimulation. Her body, flawless skin, flawless proportions, flawless everything, is uncontrollably fast yet she still finds a way to make it a show. Somehow, she is able to lift one of Yena’s legs high to give you a view of what is to come (granted, through Yena’s slick and suffocation, your eyesight is a bit dazed) and then pulls the cum-stuffed duck into a messy kiss. 

It’s not snowballing, it’s an avalanche. Cum drips from their loosely connected lips and tumbles down Sakura’s curves. Weird sucking and licking sounds fill the room as Yena tries to drink your whiteness before Sakura can steal it. The two girls fight and Yena continues to ride your face to not be outdone by the eager Sakura. You feel the remaining snow drip down on your tense torso, but they are eager to lick it off of you. 

This drags on for minutes, until their mix of pants, teases, giggles and actual words are only feral moans. In the confines of Sakura’s cavern, you survived the overstimulation and are ready for another release and possible death if the horny idol doesn’t stop afterwards. Luckily, she seems close as well. Yena also starts to rub her own clit frantically, more and more of her juice covers your features. 

The moment you all cum is surprisingly silent. There is a gasp here and there, wet smooches from fucking and face riding, but other than that, you all succumb to your release rather quietly. Sakura fucks your rod and it’s erupting seed deep into her cunt, while you make sure to open up for Yena to dump her fresh nectar into you. 

Wait a minute. Whose reward was this supposed to be again?

(A/N2: maybe mine? 😉😳)

➤ ⟣┄─ . ✧ ── LET'S GET FREAKY 【 Miguel O'hara thirst 】 sub bottom miguel. nsfw. reader has 2 dicks. (kinda snake) vemon! reader. miguel has a pussy. eating out miguel. reader is a bit silly.

Venom! Reader sneaks into spiderman headquarters and gets a bit silly.

Miguel's strong thighs are wrapped tightly 'round your head, your long tongue burried deep within his pussy as obscene wet sounds resonate within the small room you're in. Your hands are grasping at Miguel's ass, making sure he can't move away from the endless pleasure you're given him.

Miguel's moaning, hasn't stopped since you went down on him, and his gripping at your hair as you continue you tongue fuck him and circle his clit (the pros of having an alien tongue).

"Ahhh— ahh, fuck.. Fuck..!"

His breath is laboured, squeezing his thighs tighter around your head as he feels his legs spasm, and it doesn't help the fact that he could see a bulge forming, from your tongue alone. Anytime you laugh, the vibrations are sent right to his pussy— and he's sure he's seeing stars by now.

"Ahh.. Spider's are ssho yummy." You have a goofy grin on your face as you lift your head from in between Miguel's thighs, his cum splattered all over your face and mouth— as if someone had thrown a carton of milk your way. Miguel can't help but blush at the view of you covered in all his fluids, feeling his pussy constrict around nothing as you easily tower over him. Your dicks visible as you glide it up and down Miguel's pussy.

"It's like a slidee.." You slur, watching as both your cocks easily glide up and down Miguel's wet folds, now covered with your own, oozing black cum. Miguel furrows his brows, a blush still covering his cheeks as he hooks his legs around you.

".. Nng.. Jus' put it in already..!" He hisses, sharp teeth visible as he tries to grind on you for any friction. You tut at his behaviour, shaking your head mockingly as you grab hold of his hips— easily holding him down (something that stirs up Miguel's core even more).

"Gotta knock first." You giggle, holding Miguel down with one hand as you take one of your dicks with the other— knocking it against his clit as you imitate the sound "Knock, knock."

You're sure Miguel will find some way to kill you, so you quickly do the same with your other dick before he can have the chance to register what happened and complain.

"You—"

You push both of your dicks in, relishing at the wet sound that soon follows, and the way Miguel becomes all choked up— eyes rolled to the back of his head as you keep his thighs wide open, pushing them further towards his own body until his knees touch his shoulder.

"Spider's so flexible too.."

Miguel feels his mouth open, but no sound comes out as you start your brutal thrusts to his pussy, rendering him breathless for a few seconds. He moans and whimpers, muttering Spanish words underneath his breath as you continue to fuck him— never once taking your eyes off of his form. It's not long before Miguel cums for what feels like the 19th time— and ends up tired as he tires to lock his legs around your waist.

"Fuckin.. Hell.."

all my works r rushed and unedited but don't think with your brain but think with your dick 😞

maybe doing a part two but with hobie ☝ but then again idk british slang.

Almond Tofu

bottom!ftm Xiao x top!masc Reader

↳ W.C: 1,095

↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiacs, 69 Position, Riding, Creampie

Xiao was so grateful that you made him a delicious plate of almond tofu that he didn't even consider the fact that you could've laced it. He even trusted you to bring him somewhere to rest when he started to feel ‘sick’.

Xiao feels an odd sensation in between his legs, a throbbing need for something he doesn't know. He mumbles your name, you’re the only person who can satisfy his need. But what need? Why do you need to satisfy him? He doesn't understand.

He’s lying down on the bed, waiting for you to come back. He's too horny to stay still, he has to somehow take care of the feeling in his pussy, so he pulls his clothes off and spreads his legs slightly open. He slides two fingers down his cunt, surprised at how wet he is. He touches his clit, feeling good from it, and circles his digits around it.

“Need…need more..” He whines. “Please- please-” Tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

You finally re-enter the room, greeted with the sight of his wet pussy. “Xiao…” You place your hand on his leg. “Let me help you.”

Xiao moans from your touch. “Please..”

You lie down on the bed and pick Xiao up, having him sit on your face. Xiao’s eyes widen as your tongue works his needy little pussy. He rocks his hips and moans, needing more than your tongue.

He notices a bulge in your pants and feels drawn to it. He leans down and pulls your pants down and then your underwear. He gets slapped in the face by your thick length, a loud moan escaping his lips. If it were possible, Xiao would have hearts in his eyes. His tongue darts out to taste your pre cum, moaning softly as he goes in for more, sucking on your cockhead.

Meanwhile, you're drowning in his juices. You can tell he's about to come but he's barely acknowledging it, too focused on your cock to do so. You keep on going, tongue fucking his sloppy wet hole. Xiao's body shakes and his eyes widen as he squirts on your face, tightening around your tongue.

You pull him away from your cock, making him whine, and turn him onto his back. You, towering over him, waste no time sliding into his sopping wet pussy. You can't believe how good he feels.

Xiao comes again just from your entrance, squeezing your cock with a smile on his face. He finally feels better, the only thing he needs now is your cum. Unfortunately he doesn't know that yet. “More! Ple- please~!” He whines. All he knows is that he wants more.

You grab his waist and thrust into him aggressively, giving him what he desires. You watch his tits bounce with each thrust, making you want to grab at them. Xiao rolls his head back, gripping the sheets as you fuck into his tight warmth knowing you’ll never have the chance to do it again.

“You’re so pretty, Xiao.” You compliment him, earning a squeeze from the adeptus’ cunt. “You’ll look even better when I come inside you.”

Xiao moans wantonly, finally understanding what he's been craving. “Ple- please~!” He begs. “Please- please- please–!” He repeats it over and over like it’ll do anything.

“Look at you, begging like a cum slut.” You laugh. “Be patient.”

Xiao sobs, needing your cum more than anything. You weren't expecting the aphrodisiac to work like this but you're not complaining. It's likely because of the ingredients you added into it…

You turn Xiao onto his stomach and shove his head into the pillow. You raise his ass up and fuck him deeper than before. His moans are muffled by the fabric, hiding his whoreish sounds. The pillow is drowning in his tears.

You spank his ass. “Such an impatient little cum slut. I might not come inside you anymore.” You lie, moving your hand away from his head.

Xiao lifts himself up from his pillow. “Nn- no! Please!” He whines. “‘M sor- sorry~! Ah~!” He lets out a moan as you spank him again.

“You've turned into a complete whore.” You say, amused. “You want my cum this bad, baby?”

“Yes~! Wah- want your cum~!” He nods desperately.

“In your mouth, or in your pussy?”

“In- in my pu- pussy~! Please!” Xiao's cheeks burn red. “[Name], please~!”

Your thrusts become sloppier as you reach your peak and Xiao’s begging gets louder, thinking you're about to stop completely.

Thankfully for him, he feels you spilling your hot load inside him. Xiao rolls his eyes back, coming hard on your cock.

“Mo- more- cum please..”

“You're still not satisfied, huh?” You turn onto your back and pick him up, sliding him down onto your still hard cock. “Work for it.”

Xiao thinks of how you fucked him before, how your cock went in and out of his cunt. He’s never had sex before nor has he even ridden anyone so he has to take reference from your actions. He bounces up and down on your cock, his pretty tits bouncing with him.

“What a good boy.” You praise him, running your hands along his thighs. He twitches from your words and your touch, about to come again.

Xiao's movements become sloppy as your cock hits the best spots inside him, getting close to his climax. He stops before he comes, too weak to keep moving. Thankfully for him, you help him out.

You grab hold of his waist and bounce him on your length. “Can't even ride cock properly.” You chuckle.

Xiao rolls his eyes back, crying out in pleasure as you fuck him. All he can think about is how good it feels having you fuck your spend inside him, and how you’ll come inside him again.

He comes again, urging you towards your release. Since you already came, it won't take much more for you to do it again.

He can feel your cock twitching inside him, something he doesn't understand but loves. “Ye- yes-” Xiao whines. “So- so good~”

You slam him down onto your cock for the last time, filling him up for a second time.

This goes on for hours upon hours, up until Xiao passes out.

Xiao wakes up alone, copious amounts of cum dribbling out of his cunt. He remembers everything that happened, he feels embarrassed that he acted like that.

And maybe it's the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac or that he truly wants it, but he wishes you were here, stuffing your cum inside him again.