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Dear Army writers,

I don't wanna be rude, but hell... I have been searching for two hours for some Seokjin fanfics and I couldn't find anything because at hashtags: Seokjin fluff, Jin fluff or Seokjin imagines you can find only Jungkook. It's not the first time. The same goes for Namjoon and Jhope too. Please, stop using The hashtags like Namjoon imagines or Namjoon fluff and etc for maknae line, especially JK. I am not a hater of maknae line or something, but there's also fans who will like to see imagines for Hyung line too, and we can't because the hashtags are also used for maknae line too. Please. If you have good imagines with hyung line, just delete the hashtags for maknae line. I will like too see some fluffies with hyung line.

“i don’t know, sato-kun. this might be a bad idea.”

the red head chuckled on the other line, “you’re already there y/n-chan, you can do this” you groan. you were standing on the entrance of the huge stadium where the Adlers were playing. “what if he doesn’-”

“just trust me y/n-chan, now go, don’t keep our wakatoshi waiting.” tendou bid you a good luck and reminded you to call him when the plan was done. “wai-“ beep. ugh. 

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After you’re both finished with dinner, he picks you up and carries you off to your bedroom. He sets you down carefully before sitting next to you.

“I appreciate your efforts wholly, and the energy you invest in me.” He kisses your forehead.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel loved as well, dear?”

- Wakatoshi Ushijima

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and hold him close to my smaller frame. “Just kisses.” I mumble sheepishly against his chest. “Thank you for breakfast Ushijima-Kun, it was delicious.” As I kick off my pants and opt for shorts, I crawl back into his large embrace and mention, “Well...Maybe...We could take a bath together?”

MAKE ME CHOOSE ↳ taehyung in bandanas or taehyung in caps? — @dnaez (cr. qdeoks, dwellingsouls)

SOME OF YOU ALL DONT REALIZE THAT:

ushijima wakatoshi has the softest and most tender lips,,,, he's literally a human heater and you can just melt right into his kisses while the entire world becomes blur,,,, one of his hands is on your waist, while the other is on your jaw, holding it steady as you're kissing him,,,,, and then his hand gets tangled in your hair,,,, toshi does have the most passionate kisses,,, you can tell by the way his lips collide with yours and how his tongue explores the cavern of your mouth,,,,, and there is no place you'd rather be other than toshi’s arms,,,,,

oh my god i really am going to DIE without ever meeting ushijima??? fuck this

happy birthday to our lovely, dedicated, and charismatic powerful dancer and visual HWANG HYUNJIN ♡ #HappyHyunjinDay .: 00.03.20

happy birthday baby

synopsis: iwa’s got a little present to bring the team closer together.

starring: bokuto, hinata, suna, atsumu, ushijima, sakusa, aran, and iwaizumi.

featuring: cumplay (it’s a bukkake), oral sex (m recieving), vaginal sex, blindfolding, light bondage (hands tied), degradation, impact play, technically objectification, fem!reader, reader wears a headband and has their hair pulled but length/texture isn’t specified, reader is described as having “fat tits” and “big, wet, cow eyes”, atsumu is pretty mean, reader is iwa’s girlfriend, idk if this counts as voyeurism?...i think that covers it

director’s cut: soooo....this is for the farmhouse collab we planned ages ago. y’all wanted to see this really badly so i channeled my focus towards this! i hope it lives up to your expectations! also i simply can’t write for some characters so that’s why i just drew a handful from the team. and isnt the banner so cool???? its different from what i usually do but its so cute!! i was honestly possessed by the Spirits of Horny when i wrote this and i’m physically incapable of proofreading, so i don’t know what you should really expect here...but i hope yall like it!

runtime: ~4k words

You whine as someone roughly tightens the blindfold over your eyes. You’re painfully aware of the cool air against your bare skin, the rope digging into your wrists, and the wetness that’s already beginning to coat the inside of your thighs.

Despite your excitement, you can’t believe you ever agreed to this.

Hajime had seemed stressed when he mentioned how some guys on the team just weren’t clicking well. “Old rivalries die hard,” he’d said, “and these guys are going down like a fucking boulder.”

“So give them a bonding experience! They aren’t rivals anymore. Have them do something that’ll bring them together, Haji.”

If only you’d kept your big, stupid mouth shut. If you had, maybe you wouldn’t be kneeling in the middle of a hotel suite, naked other than the little cowbell dangling from the choker on your neck and the cow-ear headband that presses against your hair.

“Here are the rules.”

The soft murmurs of the room fall silent as your boyfriend speaks, a strong sense of authority behind his voice.

“Number one: if she says her safeword, she is done. I take her home, and you all forget you ever got to see her like this.”

Someone snorts. Iwaizumi continues:

“Number two: do not aim for her hair or her eyes. She doesn’t like that, and neither do I.”

You nod in agreement, your lips pressed tightly together.

“Number three: no kissing. She’s still my girlfriend, even if she is here to do you all a favor. Are there any questions?”

A hand lazily rises into the air. In your haze of lust and anxiety, you can’t quite place the speaker.

“What is her safeword?”

“Meadow,” you say softly, speaking for the first time.

“Meadow,” Iwaizumi repeats. “Is there anything else you wanna add, baby?”

You scrunch your nose, shifting slightly as your knees dig into the silicone mat that’s been placed under your body.

“Um...please warn me, I guess. If you’re aiming for my face, I don’t wanna flinch ‘nd accidentally get it up my nose, or something. Otherwise I think Haji covered it all.”

There’s a hum of noise around the room, half of the athletes cooing at you while the other half snicker at the use of your nickname for your boyfriend.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.

“Alright. Then let’s get started.”

The room falls silent once again, and you can feel the eyes that drag slowly across your skin.

You shrink in on yourself, ducking your head and folding over as much as you possibly can with your wrists bound behind you.

“Aww…”

Someone approaches you with the far-too-sweet coo, his hand tilting your chin upwards. Your mind races to place his voice and, as you listen closely, you absently note the sounds of zippers sliding down around you.

“...is little calf feelin’ nervous?”

You gasp softly as you finally identify the speaker, with his lilting accent and his ever-present smirk practically audible; Atsumu Miya, the setter. You remember him well enough. You’ve seen him play with his V League team, but you’d never imagined kneeling naked before him as he and his teammates prepared to use you like a cumrag.

You shake your head, finally giving him an unnecessary answer to his question. He chuckles at you.

“You’re lyin’. Those fat tits ‘re jigglin’ from how shaky you are.”

The shuddering of your body had gone unnoticed until now, but you were suddenly aware of every small tremor in each of your limbs.

“I….no, I—”

“Shutup. We oughta gag that lyin’ mouth too.”

You feel something press against your bottom lip, and your back stiffens as the instruction slides off his tongue.

“Open.”

You obey, your lips barely parted before he presses his cock against your tongue, a groan sounding out above you. You wish you could look up at him, see if his head is tossed back the way you hope it is, but instead you focus on the feel of the dick in your mouth. A vein pulses along your tongue as it slowly slides along, threatening to tap at the back of your throat. You gag at the sensation, and the setter lets out an exasperated grunt.

“C’mon, Iwaizumi, you said she was good at sucking dick. I haven’t even done anythin’ yet and she’s already gaggin’.”

You feel Atsumu pull away, and you assume he shakes his head as he speaks based on the way his voice fluctuates in volume.

“Was gonna be nice t’her, but now I don’t feel like it.”

The slick, unmistakable sound of a hand sliding back and forth across wet skin fills your ears, and it seems to double when Atsumu cruelly grabs a fistfull of your hair and presses the head of his cock to your cheek.

“I’ll just cum on this stupid cow. Y’don’t deserve anythin’ nice, baby. Not from me, anyway.”

You feel your eyes water, but the blindfold stops any real tears from escaping. Iwaizumi, however, recognizes the familiar quiver of your bottom lip.

“Hey,” he growls, his voice full of venom, “watch the way you talk about my fucking girlfriend, Miya.”

You hear a laugh from above you, and you can feel the tip of his cock slipping away from its spot on your cheek.

“That wasn’t a rule. You never said we couldn’t talk to her any particular way.”

You hear Atsumu grunt, and you flinch as you feel something warm and wet slide slowly down your forehead. The substance slides over the blindfold and finds a home dripping off of the tip of your nose.

Atsumu sighs in obvious satisfaction, his hand coming to grip your chin and tilt your face up towards him.

“There you go, little calf. Now maybe everyone won’t feel so bad about usin’ you the way they’re meant to.”

You whimper at his implication, and he harshly snatches his hand from your chin.

“You’re done, Miya. Put your pants on and get back to your room.”

“Aw, why? You said she’s the one doin’ us a favor.”

“Yeah, and you already broke one of her rules. Get outta here.”

There’s grumbling as Atsumu zips his pants and exits the room, calling out a small “Worth it!” over his shoulder as he steps into the hallway.

You can practically hear Hajime roll his eyes. He calmly addresses the rest of the group, irritation dripping from his tongue.

“If anyone else feels brave enough to break a rule, we’re done. And everyone else will be able to blame you for not getting off tonight. Behave yourselves.”

You don’t hear anything else for a few seconds. Everyone seems surprised by the way events have unfolded so far tonight, and you don’t blame them.

Heavy footsteps move toward you, and you feel yourself tense up as a large, warm hand cups your cheek.

“Hey, relax. None of us are gonna hurt you, dollface.”

You don’t recognize the deep voice, but your brain absently registers the sloppy sound of a cock being pumped not far from your head as the hand on your face shifts, the owner’s thumb and pointer finger pressing into your cheeks until your mouth falls open. You let your tongue loll out, disregarding the drool you feel slipping from the tip of the muscle.

His strokes gain speed as your own spit drips onto your chest, painting cool, glossy streaks as it glides across your skin. His breathing is heavy, and it isn’t until he moans out a quiet fuck that you recognize his voice; it’s Aran Ojiro, the team’s outside hitter. You almost can’t believe how sweet he’s been to you as his hand tugs furiously at his cock.

“Stick that tongue out a little more...oh, that’s it. Good girl, fuck. Gonna cum on your tongue, alright? Don’t swallow, just let it drip out, y’got that sweetheart?”

You nod at him, nothing but a small whimper squeaking from your throat. You hear him moan above you, and you so desperately want to reach up and snatch off your blindfold.

“Cummin’, dollface, fuck—”

Your tongue twitches as the first thick spurt lands against it. The taste reminds you faintly of an unripe strawberry—sweet, with a lingering sour flavor just past the initial taste.

Your tongue is completely coated as the athlete groans above you, his release sliding from the surface of your tongue and dribbling over your chest and thighs.

Aran adjusts your headband and tenderly caresses your cheek before calling out to your boyfriend.

“Iwaizumi. Was the no kissing rule specific to the lips, or is there a zero tolerance rule here?”

You hear Hajime sigh, and you want to stamp your foot and demand he takes this stupid blindfold off. You want to watch each man stroke himself as he stares down at you, his glassy eyes bouncing from your tits, to your face, and back down to your sticky thighs. You want to see their faces twist as they eagerly paint your body, taking great pleasure in the act of using you as their toy. You know that all you have to do is ask, and Hajime will slip the blindfold from your head and plant a kiss between your eyes. But with a mouthful of Aran’s cum, all you can do is whine as your boyfriend grants the man permission to press a kiss to your forehead.

Cool fingers tilt your chin upwards, and you hear a sound of obvious displeasure. Someone else has approached you, and Aran has walked back to his seat while you were lost in your own thoughts.

“I would’ve preferred to go first, but Miya enjoys ruining whatever he can for me.”

A chill pricks at your spine. Kiyoomi Sakusa.

He’s quiet as he works himself over, much to your dismay. He’s so composed, so careful with his words normally—you want to hear him moan and say your name as he cums across your tits.

You whine loudly, still unable to take your tongue back into your mouth. Aran’s cum still drips slowly from the muscle, and you were instructed to let it all slide off and rest sticky against your thighs. You’d be damned if you disobeyed just to whine about a stupid blindfold.

But God, you’re so frustrated. You can’t help the way your eyes water with tears of irritation, the moisture immediately being absorbed by the fabric of the blindfold.

“What is it, honey?” Sakusa speaks to you softly, his thumb rubbing across your chin.

You shake your head, trying in some way to signal to him that the blindfold is your issue, that you want to see him. The outside hitter sighs before he calls your boyfriend over. You’d like to laugh at the irony of it all—you’re dressed like a little cow, and each man calls over your handler every time he has a question.

Iwaizumi presses his lips to your ear as he mumbles at a volume only audible to you.

“What’s the matter, baby? Talk to me.”

You swallow what’s left on your tongue, hoping Aran won’t mind that you haven’t exactly obeyed him, and turn your head towards your boyfriend’s voice.

“I want the blindfold off. I wanna see them all.”

You’re met with silence—presumably from Hajime’s surprise. He’d suggested the blindfold when you had expressed concern about tonight’s events. You were worried you would freeze up, or feel absolutely mortified at the sight of all those people staring at you. Your solution? The silky fabric he’d tied around your head.

But now, as he unties the blindfold and tosses it carelessly over his shoulder, you can’t recall why you’d agreed to it in the first place.

You blink slowly as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, noting the silhouettes of several men still waiting for their chance to mark you with their release.

You smile at Hajime, rising slightly on your knees to plant a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, baby.”

He gives you a sweet smile. “Always. Have fun.”

With that, he retreats back to his point of observation, which you now see is an easy lean against the suite’s bedroom door.

You stare up at Sakusa, the same wide grin stretched across your face as your eyes meet his. He runs his thumb across your chin once again, pure lust painting all of his features.

“Are you ready now?”

You nod eagerly, subtly pressing your thighs together.

“Yeah. Wanna feel you cum on me.”

Sakusa groans, tossing his head back as he slowly finds his pace again. You eye his hand, watching the way his grip tightens every time he slides over the head of his cock.

“Tilt your head back and stick your chest out,” he groans out, pulling shallow lungfuls of air as he gazes down at you with heavy lidded eyes.

You obey him, pressing your tits together as you lean your head backwards.

“Yeah, good girl. Fuck, ‘m gonna—”

Sakusa gasps as he cums, painting thick white streaks just above your nipples. His load is the thickest so far, and you feel as if your entire chest is covered in warm cream.

His pumps come to a slow stop on his cock, and he steps away from you without another word. Before you can find the time to lament his lack of any real engagement with you, Bokuto and Hinata approach you. Both of them are already eagerly stroking themselves, their eyes drinking in the sight of your body before them in a lust-ridden haze.

“Sho, ‘m gonna cum on her thighs, what about you?”

Hinata grunts, picking up the pace as he takes an infinitesimal step closer to you.

“I dunno yet, but for now I’m gonna fuck her face.”

You’re given no time to react before the athlete places his hand on the back of your head, the tip of his cock pushing past your lips. He moans loudly, forcing your mouth further along his length without a second thought.

Your eyes dart up to his, finding them squeezed shut as he guides your head at an ever-quickening pace.

“Fuck, think I’ll cum in her mouth,” Hinata grunts, paying you no attention. Being completely ignored has you pressing your thighs together, feeling acutely aware of the sticky arousal that now has your cunt nearly glued to the material beneath your body.

But a quiet fury also licks at the inside of your chest. They’re talking about you as if you aren’t even there. You’ve been so nice to all of them, letting them coat your body in their mess, following their requests on how to position your body to their liking...and between Atsumu, Sakusa, and now Bokuto and Hinata, you’re starting to think the MSBY manager specifically gave their players a step by step guide on how to piss you off.

You meanly hollow your cheeks around Hinata’s cock, your brows knitting together in determination as his moans rise in pitch. You want him to see your face whenever he closes his eyes on a long night spent with his fist. He won’t be able to ignore you if he tries.

“Oh fuck—yeah, that’s good! I’m gonna cum for you, baby.”

Hinata pants above you, relinquishing control over your pace entirely to you as you swirl your tongue around his cock.

On the other side of you, Bokuto’s hand slows, the outside hitter completely mesmerized by the sight of your mouth on his teammate’s dick.

“Is it….good, Sho?”

“Yes, hell yeah it’s good. She’s—shit, I’m cumming, wait—”

Hinata cuts himself off with a sound that’s nothing short of a wail of pleasure, yanking your head away from him and furiously pumping his shaft as he cums messily over your collarbone.

Not a second after his junior is finished, Bokuto pushes your face towards him, an eager grin stretched across his lips as he pushes the tip of his cock against your mouth. Pre-cum paints your lips as you listen to the almost alarmingly wet sound of his hand sliding along his shaft in slow, even strokes.

“Suck on the head, baby, go on,” he instructs, his voice tight with restraint.

You adhere, tongue flicking over the tip before you wrap your lips around him, sucking harshly at the swollen pink skin.

Bokuto all but yells at the sensation, unintentionally bucking into your mouth. He’s pulling out before you can even gag, pointing his cock at the skin of your thighs before he begins panting desperately through his high. Sticky cream streaks over your thighs, and the next few spurts of cum shoot out a little harder as Bokuto catches sight of his release tainting your skin.

Still gasping for breath, he lets his cock fall from his hand, a lazy smile on his face as he addresses the next person.

“She’s real good with that mouth. Watch out.”

You turn to see who you’ll be servicing next, and you can’t help but smile up at Rintarou Suna as he positions his cock at your lips.

“Might as well see what all the buzz is about, right? Open your mouth, little cow.”

You let your jaw fall, and Suna doesn’t hesitate before shoving his full length into your mouth. He grunts at the feeling of your throat gliding against his tip, quickly finding a rough pace as he pistons his hips and quite literally fucks your face.

“Shit,” he mutters, “Atsumu was fuckin’ lying. You’re fuckin’ fantastic at this, baby.”

You watch with pride swelling in your belly as the middle blocker, who is known for being largely unreactive, slowly begins to fall apart at your touch. It doesn’t take long before his thrusts lose their rhythm and grow sloppy, his orgasm threatening to wash over him at any second.

You note the sound of someone behind you pulling at their cock, but you can’t tell if it’s someone finding their second wind or someone entirely new.

Your question is answered as a warm liquid shoots onto your back, neatly finding a home sliding down the skin of your spine and eventually dripping down over your ass.

The deep, familiar voice of Wakatoshi Ushijima rings out behind you, his tone somewhat sheepish.

“Sorry. Forgot to warn you.”

You should be more irritated at his disregard for your rule, but instead, another wave of slick drips from your hole. You can’t explain why being disrespected in such a way is making your clit throb and your walls clench around thin air, but you know that you fucking like it, and it makes you long for Suna to cum on you as well.

You hollow your cheeks, pressing your tongue up against the underside of his cock with a newfound passion as the athlete whimpers above you, much to your own pleasure.

“That’s it, fuck. Work for your fuckin’ milk, little cow. Gonna cum on those tits, keep suckin’.”

It only takes a few more strokes of your tongue before Suna is pushing you back by your forehead, his release dripping down to your chest. The viscous fluid slides over your nipples, dripping off of the hardened points and onto your thighs.

He releases your head with a sigh, chest still heaving as he backs away and flops onto an empty armchair.

“Best team bonding ever.”

A quiet laugh echoes around the room, various sounds of agreement coming from each of the players as your boyfriend shakes his head good-naturedly.

Iwaizumi rises from his surveillance spot, tilting your face up to his and grinning down at you knowingly.

“But you’re not done yet, are you baby?”

You shake your head, a whimper pulling from the back of your throat.

“N-no. I wanna cum too, Haji, please?”

Your eyes water with pure, desperate want as you squirm, gliding your pussy against the mat beneath you.

Iwaizumi sighs, though you can tell his annoyance is feigned. He steps behind you, and suddenly, his hand is pushing at the back of your head as his foot finds its way under your body and rises unceremoniously, forcing your face to press against the cum-covered mat as your ass raises into the air.

“Look at you,” he scoffs, “this little cow cunt is drooling.”

It’s true—slick drips steadily from your opening, and you’re sure that the throbbing in your clit is so strong by now that it must be visible. The familiar sensation of your boyfriend’s fingers gliding over the hot skin of your lower lips draws a mewl from you, your hips pushing back without your instruction.

“You liked being a cumdump that much? You nasty little bitch.”

He lands a smack to your cunt, fingertips barely grazing your clit, and you squeal lewdly, tears leaking anew from your eyes. His other hand presses your cheek against the mat with no regard for the cum that presses against your skin.

“Lick it up then, and I’ll give you a little more in this slutty cow cunt, alright baby?”

You wiggle back towards him, babbling affirmations. You want something, anything at this point. All you know is that if you don’t get something against your pussy in the next five seconds, you’re going to fucking cry blood.

Thankfully, there’s no need for your tears to burn red, because Hajime pushes into you in one clean thrust. Your back arches, fists clenching as they rest behind your back. A sob of pleasure rips from your chest as he bottoms out quickly, his balls just brushing your sensitive nub.

“Remember what I said. If you want me to fuck you, drink your milk,” your boyfriend reminds you gruffly.

You whimper, sticking your tongue out and lapping at the cum by your face as best as you can. You don’t go unrewarded; Hajime quickly pulls out and plunges back into you fully, finding a rough, steady pace. He’s mesmerized by the sight of your arousal dripping off of his cock, running down his thighs in neat streaks of translucent cream.

“You’re a little cumslut, huh baby? Let half the fucking national team use you like a damn towel. S’all you’re good for, baby?”

Shrieks fall from your open mouth at every thrust, your clit screaming to be touched as you mindlessly agree with your boyfriend.

“All ‘m good for, please! Cum inside, please, need it, please, Haji!”

You hear him grunt behind you, and your body jerks violently as his fingers find your clit. You faintly hear him announce his orgasm, promises that he’ll fill that worthless cow cunt drowned out by the ringing in your ears. When you feel his hips stutter before he presses himself fully inside of you, fingers meanly pinching your clit as cum pours into your walls, you can’t help how hard your orgasm hits you.

Your eyes roll back as you scream, cunt pouring cream over your boyfriend’s cock and gluing your hips together. You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure, distracted by the burning liquid inside of your pussy and the stinging of your clit, you don’t even notice when your body begins to go limp and your vision darkens before blacking out completely.

When you finally come to, you’re sitting inside of a bathtub, shallow water resting up to your waist. The headband and choker lay on the bathroom counter. Hajime sits next to you, just outside of the tub. His hand rests against your neck, cradling your head so you don’t fall over. He smiles softly as you open your eyes.

“Hi, baby. How are you feeling?”

You groan in response. Your limbs feel like lead, and your skin is still sticky despite the water around you.

“Where’s…” your inquiry is slurred, but Iwa understands and hums in response.

“They went back to their rooms. They wanted to stay and check on you, but I thought it might overwhelm you.”

It was your turn to hum, and you tilt your face towards Hajime. The corners of your lips pull upward as you gaze at him.

“Thank you Haji. Y’think it helped them?”

Iwaizumi laughs loudly, his head tossed back as the joy springs from his stomach.

“Yeah, baby. The team is definitely a lot closer than they ever were before.”

oh my god

good morning. kyoutani would eat his own cum out of you just to spit it back in your mouth and praise you for swallowing it. have a lovely day.

—i don’t want to regret the way i lived.

happy birthday, Yuuji!  ✧  03. 20

sensei off duty.

↳ gojou satoru/reader

when daddy gets a day off work, his favorite duty is to make mommy happy.

genre. explicit smut, dilf!gojou, 18+

cw. profanity, soft!dom gojou, dirty talk, cunnilingus + fellatio, spitting, 69, calling each other mommy and daddy, slight degradation, unprotected (making babies w bae), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare (+ domestic w little gojou)

notes. let’s take a break from the angst, hope u enjoy my first ever jjk work!! and it’s smut sdksj you guys are gonna get so many gojo fics from me. reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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“G-Gojou!”

The sound of his deep chuckle slithered through your ears as he jolted his hips forward, sending you to a state of euphoria with every deep thrust. You were barely gripping the headboard while your other hand was clamped on the sheets as if holding on to anything could give you some form of control. In this case, only your husband had full control.

Not to mention that this was the third round. It was only quarter past midnight and you’ve already done it at every corner of the room. In the shower, where he came on your face and made you swallow every drop of his hot seed. In the couch, where he manhandled you into riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. And now, in the comfort of your king-sized bed, where he had you in all fours as he pounded from behind with every bit of his strength to create even more friction against your moistened cunt.

Gojou Satoru could last for hours.

There was not the faintest scintilla of exhaustion in him. He was adamant on making you his personal ‘cocksleeve’ until sunrise — a term he heard from a conversation between a group of teenage boys that littered the streets on his way back home.

When your husband wasn’t busy catering to his students or facing off cursed spirits, he was at home with you doing his role as your loving lifetime partner. Apparently, part of that role was to fuck your brains out while your son was peacefully sleeping next door. I missed you, he reasoned. He didn’t shy away from telling you just how much he had been waiting all day to finally “fuck the shit out of you” as he he said it.

“G-Gojou, p-please! Y-You’re going too fast!” Lecherous moans came out louder than you expected, even louder than the skin slapping noises from when his groin hit your buttocks. Your entire body was being pushed and pulled as he mercilessly drilled your hole with harsh jostles.

“You’re a Gojou too, you know?” he lowly chuckled, keeping your hips in place by holding it firmer against his crotch. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you were certain that he had a million-dollar grin. “Say my name.”

His shaft was already coated by slick and the squelching sounds only added to the intensity of your arousal. “Sa—toru!”

“Good mommy.” A tsunami of pleasure washed over your body at the feeling of his hot breath tickling your spine. Your legs were shaking as your head fell on the cushion, leaving your ass up high and your face down low. This position was his absolute favorite. “Fuck, still so tight. Should I fill up this pretty little cunny, hm?”

His thumb was teasing your entrance despite already being stretched by his fully erected cock—satiating your clit with circular movements in synchronization with his penetrative actions. Satoru just adored how you clenched around him even with his words alone and it was keeping his God complex fulfilled. You could feel him trying to angle his dick better as he watched how his cock was disappearing from the cavern between your plump folds.

“Ngh! So good... so good,” you whimpered in a breathless voice, upper body pressed against the mattress as your husband worked on destroying your pussy. Gojou certainly fucked like a god as he sent you to seventh heaven when his tip rammed your g-spot. “Aah—ah! Shit!”

The prick was enjoying how loud you were getting that it was no surprise to see a naughty smirk plastered on his gorgeous face when you briefly peeked at him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake Sachiro up.”

Biting your lip, you closed your eyes and absorbed the pleasuring feeling of his member plowing your velvet walls. Your dulcet moans as well as his sexy grunts echoed through your room in titillation. You wanted nothing else but to cream all over his cock like you did thirty minutes ago.

“Daddy,” you whined, allowing him to pull you by your jaws until your back was arched against his toned chest. Your eyes were half lidded, almost begging, as you fluttered your lids when he looked down at you. He displayed a satisfied smile, wrapping a hand on your jaw and tightening his hold on it as you spoke, “you fuck me so good.”

He hummed in agreement, locking your mouth with a sloppy upside down kiss. “That’s right, mommy.” His lips upturned before you could receive another deep forceful slam. Your breasts bounced from his movements until he grabbed your mounds and kneaded them with fervor. “No one else can fuck you this good.”

No one else. You wouldn’t even dare think about anyone else because you were far too devoted to this man. He was all you ever needed in this life and even after three years of marriage, spending every day felt brand new with him.

“Tongue,” he ordered, squeezing your jaw so you could stick your tongue out. He met it with his own, salaciously rolling his tip against the length of your tongue before he ejected spit from his mouth to yours. You could barely breathe when he had your lips enveloped back together, only pulling away to make another command, “Mm. Let me lay in bed.”

Doing as told, his member left your hollow core as he withdrew himself to shift on your side. He plopped his back against mattress with his nape resting against the headboard. You were almost like an obedient little bunny waiting for your master’s next instructions.

“Wanna do sixty-nine, babe?” He gestured his chin for you to come forward and patted his lap so you could get into his desired position. His azure blue eyes were watching your every move as you crawled to give him a passionate open-mouthed kiss before pivoting your body to face his thick cock. “Shit. You’re soaking wet.”

“Only for you.”

As he was busy playing with your slit, you were carefully pressing your body down on him before you grabbed his shaft to pump it nice and slow. It wasn’t only because he was your husband, but he truly had the prettiest cock that matched his beautiful angel-like face. You giggled as it twitched from your hold before you swirled your tongue around the pink tip, immediately tasting his cum residues that had mixed with yours. It was salty, musky, but also a tad bit sweet. Gently sucking his head earned you a raspy moan out of him, so you teased him more by allowing his tip to reach your inner cheek as you tightened your mouth around his shaft.

You’ve gotten used to Satoru’s taste after having countless sex as husband and wife even before you gave birth to your only son. You were familiar with the things that turned him on and the kinks he didn’t particularly enjoy. One of the things he liked, however, was how you’d press your tongue flat on his length and run it from the bottom up to his throbbing head.

“Fuck, do more,” he grunted, jerking his hip forward just as you placed the entirety of his long cock inside your mouth. You indulged yourself at the sound of his guttural moans because you made sure to let the head hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose colliding against his bollocks as a signal of how deep you took him. Despite the gagging, your husband was intensely aroused by the slopping noises.

On the flip side, Satoru was stretching your labia open so he could press his tongue in between. Your cunny was already red and swollen but it only made him satisfied with himself and the job he’d done thus far. “Mm,” he heard your suppression of moans as he sunk his tongue inside your walls, lapping your pussy lips the same way he would make out with you. Eating you out was perhaps a skill that he mastered through time.

With your thighs on either side of his face, he grabbed hold of your ass cheeks, squeezing them simultaneous to how his tongue went deeper inside your core—sucking and slurping your creamy essence as he played with the clitoris that he loved to tease. He didn’t mind giving your ass one gentle spank, causing you to hum with a cock-filled mouth to his own entertainment.

Gojou Satoru himself was adroit in every aspect. Aside from his limitless capabilities, he doesn’t just stay being good. He has to stay being the best. For you, he wanted to be the best husband you could ever wish for in your lifetime.

“Aah—fuck! D-Daddy!”

“Yeah. Suck me off like the naughty slut you are.”

You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks as you skillfully sucked his cock and pumped the lower half with your tight fist. If Satoru could give you sensory overload, you were dead set on returning it to him, too.

Curses and moans were traded left and right—the erotic sounds were reverberating across the room, bouncing back for you to engulf on the divine feeling of having good sex with your husband.

At some point, you had to hold your climax in and begged to have his cock back inside you. Satoru, as ribald as he was, called you his ‘needy whore’ before he asked you to lay on your back.

“Does mommy want a little boy or a little girl?” he asked, spreading your legs apart as you looked up at his crystal eyes underneath his messy arctic white hair. His milky skin glistened with slight traces of sweat and you couldn’t help but run your hand from his chest down to his sculpted abs.

Realizing that there was no iota of insincerity in his tone, you answered, “little girl,” until you realized, “hey, you can’t control what our next baby will be!”

Or could he? Was Satoru even capable of that, too?

Your heart jumped at the sight of him adorably scrunching his nose along with the handsome grin that adorned his face. He pressed a kiss on your leg before pumping his shaft between your folds. “I’ll get you pregnant either way,” he promised with a wink, “gonna fill up mommy’s tight kitty with my cum.”

You ended up giggling, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly entered your core. He penetrated you with ease, sliding his rod back and forth while he caught your lips against his. “Sato—mmh!” The smooches were music to your ears. “Y-Yes, daddy.”

“Like that, mommy?” He kissed the corner of your lips, feathering more along your jaw as his thrusts got deeper and faster. There was an equal amount of gentleness and roughness to his movements that sated the both of you perfectly.

His scent, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his throaty moans. You were fucking lucky to have this hot mess of a husband indeed.

While your legs were tangled around his waist, his mouth latched onto your tit when he gave each bosom a lavish suck—even going as far as circling his tongue around your nipple. He was increasing the speed of his thrusts until you could no longer contain your wanton cries, “A-Aah! S-Satoru, d-don’t stop...”

“Cum,” he whispered on your ear, knowing full well that your orgasm was building back on your lower abdomen. “Cum for me, honey.”

“Gojou...” Breathless and overstimulated, your nails ended up scratching his back as you clenched around his girth, milking around his cock followed by your loud cries. Your chest was rising and falling heavily, but Satoru wasn’t done.

It was his turn to reach his high, leaving marks around your neck before he pulled away and knelt on top of you. “I’m near,” he announced, positioning your legs above his shoulders before he pummeled into you at an animalistic speed. You had to grip the pillows as your body glided against the mattress—tits becoming sore from all the bouncing. “You look beautiful.”

He said it with a chuckle, but you absolutely adored just how he stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Feels. So. Fucking... good!” His breathy grunts were released when his hips fell out of rhythm. Hot spurts of seed were shot straight to your womb, ensuring that every drop of his cum were loaded to your cavern. When he pulled out, you could feel his warm semen seeping out of your entrance and Satoru was very much proud to see how much he came inside.

“I love you,” he said, pecking your lips.

Your mouth vibrated against his. “Mm—love you.”

Aftercares with Satoru was just as good as the sex. As you remained like a fucked out sexdoll in bed, he was the one who wiped the excess jizz on your inner thighs, later slipping you into his shirt and boxers while he remained topless. The bands of his underwear hung low on his waist, allowing you to ogle at the sight of his attractive V line.

He would tease you, claiming that you were crushing on your own husband whenever he caught you staring at him with a meek smile. You just couldn’t help but appreciate him and the foundation of your marriage hoping that nothing could tear you apart.

He was yours, forever and always. A promise that transcended time and space. The love you had for each other exceeded his immeasurable void because he was your personal expanded domain.

You looked forward to the cuddles and 1 AM pillow talks, talking about the most random things or hearing him gush about the missions his students took on. He would narrate the fights as if you could see the cursed spirits, though you didn’t really have the ability of a sorcerer to understand much of his job.

Somehow, as he walked out of the bathroom to join you in bed, your door received faint thumping followed by a sudden outburst of tears. Satoru quickly rushed to open the door to carry his crying son in his arms. “C’mere. What’s wrong, buddy?”

“Dada, monsters.” Sachiro was clutching his teddy bear, wiping his damp eyes as he sniffed. The sight of your crying son worried you and you instinctively sat from the bed, reaching for him. “Mama!”

“Monsters? There’s no monsters here,” Satoru reassured, kissing his son on the cheek before handing him to you. “I’ll kick their ass!”

“Watch your language, Satoru.” You pulled your son closer, running your thumb across his pale cheeks and kissing the tip of his small nose. “Shh. Don’t cry, baby. Mommy’s here. It’s just a nightmare.”

Little Sachiro snuggled under the sheets, sandwiched between his parents as you hugged him protectively. He was an exact carbon copy of his father—vivid cerulean eyes, peachy lips, ivory hair. You bet he’d inherit his towering height, too.

He was a product of you and your husband. A cute little human made out of the infinite love you had as a married couple.

Satoru had his arm stretched out to hug his little family in his arms. Seeing you and his son was eliciting gaiety from this small yet special moment. His fond gaze may be glued on your face in only finite minutes, but his love for you was unmistakably infinite.

Warm lips pressed against your forehead, he then looked down at his mini-him and asked, “Sachi, you want a sister or a brother?”

Sachiro blinked his doe eyes before answering without hesitation, “Sister.”

You smiled. “Are you gonna protect her, baby?” You raked your fingers through your little boy’s hair, receiving a nod from him in response.

“Yes and mama, too,” he said, earning his father’s approval and ‘good boy’ comments.

The satisfied chuckle from Satoru made your heart full. “I’ll turn you into the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer when you grow up,” he pledged to his successor, promising a life ahead of him as the heir to the Gojou clan.

You were glad to have contributed to his lineage, knowing full well that you were bound to carry another one of his offsprings soon.

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father and son

umm yes

does the fact that oikawa is 27 ever make you so horny

they’re so stunning (❁´◡`❁) [cr. beehobi94]

no but why can’t tsukishima be a hopeless romantic. why can’t akaashi be an idiot in love. why can’t oikawa love someone selflessly. why cant kuroo be blushy and shy when you tell him you love him. why can’t atsumu be a giver, why can’t ushijima leave you cute notes with bad drawings for footnotes, why can’t tendou have soft hands and gentle words. why are these characters spread so thin. why are they so often only boring or mean or bland or bad at love in fanon. who said writing them purely in love, soft and sweet, means writing them out of character. why cant they be sweet boys. why not. 

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Youngest members of bts annouced to be founders of a new type of weapon

Channie, our very own anti-sadness medicine

A - Z with Yoongi

M: Mint Hair

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HAIKYUU!! BOYS BEING CAUGHT ACTING SOFT FOR THEIR S/O

characters ♡ kita, ushijima, kyōtani & kenma 

content warning ♡ swearing, kenma’s is post time skip (no mature themes tho) & mentions of death

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this made my brain go brrr

bokuto has rock hard abs that he asks u to ride at some point in his life

Ughhhh I can stop thinking of wakatoshi being sooo unbearably hornily soft and desperate for you that he just kind of,,, lays his face in your pussy in the middle of a study session and pov: u hear the audible sounds of *sniff sniff sniff*

If you’re like me nd study tummy-down on ur bed, Ushijima will never let you study.

He’ll let himself into your apartment, silent as ever, feeling a bit neglected and needy and desperate to be in your presence.

When he calls out your name, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, he scares you. The second you recognize your boyfriend though you relax, smiling up at the handsome man, motioning for him to come flop down beside you.

Ushijima does, except not at your side. He practically drapes himself over your back, sinking onto the bed (and on top of you) with a sigh.

You wheeze, but you’re used to your boyfriend’s clinginess behind closed doors. He’s not fond of PDA, but when the two of you are alone he can’t seem to ever stop touching you.

I just see him automatically shuffling down, big broad body slowly moving as he zeros in on his prize, the mound between your legs.

He’ll convince you to keep studying, focus on your homework while he rests, pushing your thighs apart so he can press forward where he can mouth at your over your shorts.

Won’t bother with taking them off of you, just kinda suckles over the fabric until they’re drenched with his spit and your juices, and only then will he shove the crotch to the side so he can catch a glimpse of his favorite snack.

And idk, I feel like it wouldn’t even be a consciously “sexy” thing for him? Ushi is just tired, and he missed you, and you’re busy and he wants you to be productive, but he wants to have something to do while you study.

What better way to keep busy than licking at your pussy?

Lets his head rest against your soft ‘lil thighs while he noses into your cunt, parts your folds with his tongue, lazily flicks it against your clit. There’s no intense need for orgasm, and the heady pleasure is low and constant.

Ushi will occupy himself by sucking marks into your thighs, making out with your pussy as if it’s your mouth, kissing and licking and wetting down the area with his slimy tongue. You know his big hands’ll be squeezing your ass the entire time, feeling content and happy with your warm thighs bracketing his body, a handful of plump flesh that he gets to grip and massage and shake just to watch it jiggle.

When you’re finally done studying, that’s when Ushi won’t hesitate to fuck you until you squirt all over him.

clouds.

pairing: fem!reader, gojo satoru.

genre: angst, smut.

summary: ignorance is a bliss.

cw: age gap, manipulation, violence, cursing.

wordcout: 2.7k.

you and gojo met a long time ago, through mutual friends.

one of your friends was dating one of gojo’s friends. sheer coincidence, you thought.

you two would meet often, along your friends. for some reason, you and gojo happened to be intimate friends of each friend in common, so you’d often find yourself sitting by gojo’s side while the couple chatted and kissed lovingly. gojo didn’t talk to you at first, neither did you. he was older than you, much more, and you were too intimidated by his appearance. you’d rather stay in silence then talk to him and make yourself look like a fool.

but gojo wasn’t like that - at first.

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#spot the difference

Not sure if I’m doing this right, but here’s my request for your Valentine’s Day event! I read your previous ones and they’re so great 😍

Can I please request the “smiling into a kiss” for Nanami, adding that Gojou and Yuuji/the other kids walk in and sees?

Female reader please 🥰

Thanks for requesting! 😊💕 I hope you enjoy!

Note: Some suggestive comments and memories.

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Nanami + “smiling into a kiss” + others walk in

When you see Nanami’s text, you wave at Gojo to get his attention. He’s currently holding court on a nearby couch, bragging to the first years about how much chocolate he receives each year on Valentine’s Day. Only Yuuji seems to be paying attention, while Nobara scrolls on her phone and Megumi looks painfully bored.

“I need to step out for a minute. Feel free to start the lesson without me.”

Gojo lazily shoos you away. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your kiddos out of trouble.”

The “kiddos” in question, the Jujutsu Tech second years, turn in eerie unison to give him a collectively-disparaging look.

“Oi,” Maki grumbles. “Are you actually going to teach today, or just talk about your imaginary girlfriends?”

You miss Gojo’s affronted response as you slip outside and find Nanami waiting for you on the front steps, a carefully-wrapped bento box in his hand.

“You forgot your lunch this morning,” he chides, but his words are soft.

“I can’t feel too bad,” you say, offering him a bright smile, “because now I get to see you. Working late today?”

“Not if I can help it.” His voice is serious as he readjusts his glasses. “I’ve made very important plans.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Is that so?”

Nanami’s free hand tenses at his side, resisting the urge to touch you. He generally avoids public displays of affection, even now, after you’ve managed to somewhat weaken his resolve over these past six months. Private ones, however, are an entirely different story...

“You said you didn’t want to go out for Valentine’s Day. So, we’ll cook dinner together at my place. I’ll buy groceries on the way home. We can listen to some music —”

“Your smooth jazz playlist?” you tease.

“— open a bottle of wine...” He keeps talking, ignoring your jest with a wry smile. “You could probably use a back massage.”

You sigh happily at the prospect of his deft hands kneading the tension from your muscles. “You’re too good to me.”

“No such thing.” He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And after that...”

You know that look in his eyes. It reminds you of things you definitely should not be thinking about during the workday.

“We can sleep in tomorrow,” you murmur. “Wake up late...”

“You’re terrible.”

“For suggesting that we relax?”

Nanami looks mildly exasperated. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I know, I know... I’m a foul temptress.”

“Among other things.”

You laugh. “But don’t lie to me, Nanami Kento. I know you were thinking the same thing.”

He reaches out, fingers sweeping across your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw down to your mouth. “I used to have rules, you know.”

“Don’t worry. You still do.” You tilt your head down just enough for your lips to brush against his fingertips. “You just bend them a little more these days.”

“How unfortunate,” he murmurs, grasping your chin before kissing you. It’s soft and tender, a hint of more to come later this evening.

“Senseeeei, we need your — WHOA!”

Nanami flinches at the sound of Yuuji’s voice and quickly pulls away. The look on his face is a priceless combination of shock, embarrassment, and annoyance, and you try — and fail — to hold back a laugh.

When you turn around, you see that Yuuji, Nobara, and Gojo are crowding around one another in the doorway. While Yuuji looks astounded, Nobara looks smug, and Gojo is clapping his hands together.

“Do it again!” he cheers, and you can feel Nanami bristling behind you.

Nobara vanishes, shouting, “Panda! You owe me 1,000 yen!”

And Yuuji, having shaken off the initial surprise, looks back and forth between you and Nanami with a wide, bright smile. “I didn’t know you were together! So cute! Nanamin has a girlfriend!”

But then his expression abruptly shifts to one of fear, and Gojo grabs his shoulders, pulling him back toward safety. “We’ll just... leave you two lovebirds alone! Nothing to see here...” 

You wonder just how terrifying Nanami looks, looming behind you. But by the time you turn around, he merely looks tired, pinching the bridge of his nose with a long sigh.

“Has your reputation been ruined?”

He shakes his head. “This is why —”

“— you keep your work and personal life separate, I know. It makes sense.” You take the bento box from him, allowing your fingers to slide over his in a small, comforting gesture.

“That being said,” he continues, gazing at you fondly, “I’d be lying if I said I completely regretted it. What have you done to me?”

“Stolen your heart. No big deal.” You wink at him, inspiring a huff of laughter in response.

“You’re impossible.”

And you know he means it in the best way — that you’re the one thing in his life he never could have expected, an impossible wish that somehow came true, taking him by complete surprise.

When he first explained it to you, the two of you were tangled in your bedsheets, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, your fingers threaded through his soft hair, which smelled like your shampoo. It was so late it was early, and his lips had been loosened by exhaustion and contentment, mumbling pure poetry into your ear as sleep slowly overtook you.

Now, you reach out and squeeze his hand. “I love you, too, Kento.”

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DOMAIN EXPANSION: INFINITE VOID (m)

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

synopsis: gojo satoru uses the infinite void for some… non-work related things.

tag(s): smut, established relationship, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl LOL), soft dom!gojo, praise kink, gojo’s a tease, fluff at the end; wc: 2.3k

a/n: inspired by what jogo said about the infinite void. happy birthday to gojo mf satoru! i love u bby <3 thanks for ruining my life. many thanks to @sweetberi​ for reading through and making fun of my 3am writing!!

YOU’RE ABOUT to lose your fucking mind.

It’s been five hours since Gojo left you craving a release on the kitchen counter with his fingers coated in your shining slick and a devilish grin on his face. “We have to get going,” he’d sung, licking his digits as he strolled to the front door, “or we’ll be late to my own party, darling.”

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he’s so gorgeous and for what cr. dwellingsouls

How do you feel about mean dilf bakugou w. Dummy thick reader ??

Honey, if I’m being honest...

I genuinely get so excited whenever I see you ask something LMFAOOOO I’m like this bitch is about to have me obsessed over whatever she suggests for days!!

Cw: spanking, choking, use of the term Daddy

But, oh god, he’s such a mean old man! You always hear from his friends about how much Bakugou liked to tease and fuck with people—I mean he still does, but they say it’s not as bad as he used to be—so you can’t help it! You’ll poke and tease with him, just to see how he’ll respond back.

It’s usually quips, mean little remarks that make you shut your mouth and pout until he apologizes with a new purse or shoes. But you’re back on your bullshit by the next week, teasing and picking until one day, he just explodes.

It’s cold out. He’s in his early 40s and has a hard body after years of hero work. He’s old, okay, and the cold makes his old bones a little rickety. Cut him some slack, shit!

You’re in bed playing on your phone when Bakugou walks in. He’s scowling, a hand on his lower back, grunts slightly when he bends over to pick up one of your stray heels. He opens his mouth to scold you for it, when you beat him to the punch.

“Damn, old man. Cant even bend over without making allat noise, huh?” You smirk, glancing up at him above your phone. He pauses, still slightly bent over as his ruby red eyes cut at you quickly. Being the dumb little girl you are, you continue.

“Might have to trade you in for a younger guy soon, huh? Next thing you know, you won’t even be able to get it u—”

That old man moves a lot faster than you expect him to. Your phone is smacked out of your hands, his own warm ones wrapped around your throat, the other pinning your wrists, his thighs caging you in. You can only open your mouth to gasp when he’s growling down at you, eyes aflame and irritated.

“I’m sick of your shit.” He snaps down at you, teeth bared. “You and that smart fucking mouth, you’re nothing but a spoiled fucking brat. I’ve been trying to be nice, princess, but I’m tired of it.”

Bakugou shakes your neck slightly, gripping a little harder and laughing at the way you choke. You can feel his bulge against your thigh as he towers over you, whispers against your gaping lips,

“And no, you won’t be getting another useless fucking purse or shitty designer jeans your ass is just gonna bust out of, after this.” His words make you whimper, eyes already glossing up as you pout your bottom lip. He doesn’t even bat an eye at your attempt to dissuade him from punishing you.

You’re over his knee in a second. It’s embarrassing, someone as big as you being spanked so petulantly, mocking you as if you were a child. Bakugou only laughs at every cry, every hiccup, every sob, never easing up on his slaps. His thick palms, thickened after years of quirk use, feel so heavy and hard against your plump ass, even the extra fat there doesn’t soften the impact.

“Bad fucking girl, princess. Think someone’s gonna want your stupid, bratty ass?”

“They’ll only want to fuck this fat ass, these pretty little thighs, but that’s it. No ones ever gonna spoil you like I do.”

“And that’s the fucking problem! I spoiled your ass! Even when you were being a spoiled, dumb little fucking brat, I rewarded that shit because of your stupid cute face and nice little body and fuck—”

You can’t help the wobbly smile at his confession. His spanks slow down as you look at him over your shoulder. You think his resolve is cracking at the soft eyes he gives you, before that same sneer is on his lips in an instant. He uses one hand to slam your face back down into the mattress and starts reigning slap after slap against your bruising ass.

“Don’t give me those eyes, princess, it’s not gonna work.” He growls, sounds like he doesn’t even believe himself. You wriggle and squirm in his lap, sobbing apologies as the spanks seem never ending, now traveling down to the backs of your thighs.

“Don’t be sorry now, smart mouth. You’re nothing but a little girl with a fat ass that needs to learn her fucking place. Ya understand me?” Bakugou snarls, grabbing mean handfuls of your ass, making you squeal and fight to get off of his lap.

“Tell me you understand, or you’re not getting shit for your birthday.” You know he’s bluffing, knows he would never let his pretty princess go without on her birthday, but you nod anyway, whimper.

“Y-yes, daddy, I understand!”

“Good.” He says, rubbing soothing circles on your sore ass. You’re still sobbing, eyes leaking like a faucet as Bakugou pulls you up to settle in his lap. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, cry your apologies for being so mean to him, let him coo and soothe your raw ass with a heated palm.

When your crying finally trickles down into soft whimpers, the rubbing slides down between your legs, plays with the hem of your panties. You grunt, pull away to look up at Bakugou, watch the way his eyes scan over your face as he bites his lip.

“Daddy?” You ask. “What are you...” you taper off when thick fingers find your clit through your panties. Bakugou smirks, swipe away your tears with his tongue. He speaks gruffly against your cheek,

“Your punishments not over yet, princess. This is for the weeks you’ve been fucking with me. Be a good girl and take it, yeah?”

You can only nod, sob softly, and let your Daddy punish you for being so mean to him. You deserve every slap, every name, every painful orgasm. As long as it’s from him, you’ll take whatever he gives you.

Making a sex tape with the Dekusquad

— Note: made them more dominant than usual because I got a lot of requests for more dom!boys

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it’d take a lot of convincing to get him to try it

when he does agree, it’d have to be a position that doesn’t show either of your faces to protect both of your identities

will tease and degrade you the entire time

“You’re such a slut, princess. You like getting filmed while I fuck you? Yeah, you do.”

he honestly loves the feeling of being filmed but he’d never admit it

it would definitely be a POV video

him fucking you from behind, camera focused on his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy at an animalistic pace

he’ll slap your ass and make you say the most lewd and embarrassing things

“Say it! Tell me how much you love daddy’s cock, you want my cum? You want me to fill you up? Then say it, slut.”

definitely bites his lips and tries to keep his voice down to be able to hear your cute moans and whines

he’s the type to watch the video afterwards and see what he can improve on, definitely gets hard watching the video

10/10 experience, it won’t happen often but he would be open to trying it again

will be a blushing mess when you ask him to try it out, he’s not opposed to the idea though

probably does research, he just wants to know what to do and where to start

sets up the camera with a tripod or stand, it’d be like one of those amateur videos

wants to focus on your pleasure, he’ll eat you out and kiss and worship your body

then he starts off with soft touches, slowly fucking you, kissing down your neck and lightly groping your ass and tits

“Does that feel good, puppy? Just like that, you like it, don’t you? You’re so naughty.”

hearing your moans and how riled up you are for him makes him a lot rougher and bolder

“Fuck! You’re clamping down on me so much, puppy. You’re so good at taking my cock, aren’t you? My naughty girl.”

starts choking you, pulling on your hair and teasing you

“Look at the camera, baby. I want to make sure we see all those slutty expressions you’re making.”

near the end, you’ve already been fucked dumb and he’s lost control of his moans, he’s honestly as loud as you

will keep the video, definitely uses it to jerk off when he’s missing you or away on hero work

he’ll ask why you want to film it but otherwise he has no problems trying it

it’d give off the same vibes as one of those sensual videos on ✨ the hub ✨

will spoil you the entire time, all of his attention is on you and what makes you feel good

makes you hold the camera while he’s going down on you

he goes all out and smirks up at you when you’re basically screaming his name

“Come on, baby. Keep the camera on me, I wanna hear those pretty moans.”

“You look so cute, moaning my name. Wanna cum for me, baby? Do it, cum on my face.”

also loves recording you when he’s recieving, he’ll push the hair out of your face to get a good shot of you choking on his cock

“Just like that —oh, feels amazing, princess. Take it deeper, yeah.”

as soon as he starts pounding you, he’ll be focused on making sure he gets every single inch of your body on video

your eyes rolling into the back of your head, hands gripping his biceps tightly as he’s cumming and filling your insides

definitely pulls out and films his seed slowly dripping out of your pussy

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