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needy jealousy

yeonjun x fem!reader x kai

synopsis: your boyfriends decide to join nonutnovember.

warnings: 🔞!!! throuple/poly, established realtionship, no mxm, no protection, mentions of cum eating, creampie(s),she/her used prob forgot some sorry

wc: 3.4k

an: not proofread pls have mercy im so sleepy, I told myself I would keep these under 2k and im a liar bc as soon as this came in I knew I wouldn't be able to make it short ;-; hopefully it’s good lol thank you so much for the request @apeachty ily and you know exactly what I want to write next without even trying lol our minds are linked. also peep the reference to busy signal! anyways I have a whole bunch of other yeonkai x reader fics so check them out if you want!

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“no,”

“what do you mean by no?” yeonjun asks, “You can’t or won’t?” He's leaning back against the headboard, scrolling on his phone when he gets the message in his group chat. 

“I won’t,” you shrug, snuggling closer to Kai. He's half asleep, nose pressed to the back of your neck, arms loosely wrapped around you. 

“It's only one month, you’re saying you can’t go one month without sex?” 

“Not that I can’t, just that I won’t. It’s so stupid if I want to cum I will, with or without you,” you pat the back of huenings hand resting against your stomach. “I do have two boys to take care of me,” 

kai chuckles, sleep ridden in the rumble on your back, “I’m going to try it,” 

“I cannot believe both of you are falling into peer pressure, just cause the other boys are doing it doesn’t mean you have to,” 

“I was told if I hold out longer than beomgyu I get a free coffee for every day I last,” yeonjun flips his phone for you to see his chat, and sure enough everyone is bragging about how they could make it till the end of November without getting off. 

“Fine, do what you want. I’m not going to sit and beg you,” holding up two fingers you wave them in his face, “I can do it myself,” 

“You don't even know how to use these,” he grabs at your wrist, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. 

“I'll spend the month learning, or I'll just use the vibrator and the two of you will just have to sit and watch,” 

It seemed like such a light threat at the time. Not one that you would hold to but it wasn't as if you needed to hold it in the first place. Only two days in and it felt like both of them would fail. Neither of them brought this up to you, but it wasn't like they needed to, the signs were everywhere. 

Yeonjun had taken to spending time in the office when studying, all of his school work done with no time left for cuddling on the couch with you. More time spent working out with taehyun and less flirty texts in between sessions like he usually sent. Huening on the other hand was slowly closing off. His tight responses ended in silence, hardly answering in your group chat. Even in bed at night both of their backs turned to you as you lay there looking up at the ceiling. 

It wasn't as if you all were sex addicts, what the challenge really was, was knowing that you couldn't do something vs. just not being in the mood. It was the forbidden fruit effect spread out before them. Everything you did now was hot even if it was the most mundane thing imaginable. The season was changing and now even just watching you take off your coat after coming in from outside was enough to get them hard. Just the idea of taking your clothes off, even just one layer, was enough to send them on their way to their respective avoidance programs. 

You could be laying on the couch, half asleep, and answering a question with a hum and they were done for. Even worse at night when you would change, or come fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping, leaving your shirt spotted with wet dots, the fabric getting cold enough to make your nipples hard. It was a curse to witness you walk out into the living room with your shorts showing so much skin. 

And you could see it on their faces, the way their jaws tightened, throats bobbing as they swallowed. You had never seen Kai look so expressionless. Every little thing is pent up inside him, the negative aura radiating off of him as you sit down between them. Even just seeing your bare thigh sent them into the other room. 

A week in is around the time you think they are going to break. Yeonjun coming home from his workout, hair still sweaty and sticking to his forehead as he wraps his arms around you from behind. His soft kisses on your neck as you prepare a cup of tea. “Want one?” 

“No, I'm good,” his hands traveling under and up your shirt. It was the first time since that conversation in the bed that he's put his hands on you in any way besides helping to guide you by the small of your lower back. You melted into his hold, head rolling back, letting him feel over your skin. 

Neither of you hear Kai's feet padding across the apartment's floor. Don't notice him standing right in the doorway until he clears his throat, “so you've given up already?” The accusation sounds more like a warning. It's like he's thrown a bucket of ice water over yeonjun, the realization crushing his forgetfulness. He tugs his hands away from you like you're a hot stove he's gotten too close to. “Jjunie-” 

He doesn't even look up, hand over his eyes as he turns away, “No, I'm going to take a very cold shower,” 

“I'll join!” it's mostly a joke, your giggle making them both scowl. 

“No, stop talking about being naked around me right now,” 

“Why?” you ask, leaning against the counter, tilting your head as he tries to wave away the word. Your smile stuck as he walked away. 

“You're evil,” he tosses over his shoulder leaving you alone with huening. You can feel him standing there watching you. His hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie while he leaned against the door frame. 

“Do you want some?” you ask, pouring a spoonful of honey into your mug. He watches the way it dribbles and sees a dot drop to the counter, your fingers scooping it up and taking it to your mouth. 

He watches you suck the honey off, not even caring that he's right there watching, hands tightening into fists as he thinks about the way your tongue would feel. He thinks he's hiding it well, that you can’t tell he's struggling so much. But he's so obvious, shaking his head and muttering that he's going to bed early. He swears he is never this horny, the two of you have gone well past a few weeks without having sex before and not even thinking much about it. Only now it’s all he can think about and it's making him feel sick, his stomach tightening every time he sees you in a room, like at any moment it won't be him you go to first to ask to get off. 

Never has he been so jealous in his life, not even about yeonjun for kissing you but over your own fingers. Even if you caved and asked yeonjun to be the one to take care of you he wouldn't mind, he'd give up without question, but the idea that you can just walk around and sit with your own hand down your pants was what was killing him. 

He could see it in his head, could picture that time you were struggling to get off with tears in your eyes, how he helped you just like you needed, yeonjun over the phone telling him to take care of you. He wanted that, he needed that. He wanted to help you again, he wanted you to help him, and yet he also wanted to last longer than yeonjun. 

But you had had enough of watching the two of them being so avoidant. Feeling plagued by kai’s mood and yeonjun absence over something so stupid was annoying. Not caring about your tea you followed after Kai. He was already climbing onto the bed, curling up away from your side, arms crossed and eyes closed as you hopped in after him. 

He doesn't acknowledge you are there even when you sneak your arms under him, wrapping him up and being the big spoon behind him. You press your face into his neck, breathing in his comforting smell, humming right against his ear. 

“Hyuka?” it's rare you use the nickname, only when you really want something, kai associating it the most with your desperate calls for him to touch you. You can feel his body tightening, your leg raising to lay on top of his, tugging him even closer to you. “You're so tense,” Your hand on his stomach rubs in soft circles over the fabric of his hoodie, his breath hitching every time you pass over the waistband of his sweatpants. “You know I could help with that,” 

Kai pulls himself away from you, all the way off the bed as you roll on your back. The little smile on your lips eating him alive. He was hard, painfully so, watching you there softly roll your hips, beckoning him. He can hear the sound of the shower, the beating water, the only other noise in the room, the light under the door fanning out around the floor. He watched you sit up on your knees, right at the edge of the bed, hands reaching out to tug him closer to you. 

He let it happen, caved, and leaned down to rest his forehead on yours, eyes pinched closed as he muttered, “You're Killing me,” he could feel your smile when you kissed him, arms wrapping around his neck. 

You had him right where you wanted him, his whimpers between kisses only pushing you on, pulling him back to the bed. He didn't say anything as he laid back against the headboard, your legs straddling him, and your hands already pulling off his top. “I shouldn't-” 

“I won't tell,” you say in between kisses, his erection pressed into your thigh. “We can be quick, yeonjun won't even have to know,” 

“He’ll know,” kai’s not even trying to keep it down, his soft whimpers leaving every time he rolls his hips to try and gain friction against your leg. “And I won't stop after just once, I don't think it will be enough,” 

Both of you jump at the sound of yeonjuns voice, “What is this? My girlfriend in bed with another man?” Neither of you had even heard the water turn off, the steam still wafting out of the bathroom behind yeonjun as he rubbed a towel against his wet hair. 

“Oh no Huening, I think my boyfriend caught us,” sometimes the three of you liked to joke like this, poking fun at the idea of what others thought about your relationship. But Kai wasn't in the mood. He wrapped his arms around you, flipping you over so you were on your back and he was on top pushing you into the mattress. 

“My girlfriend, my bed. I want first,” he leaves no room for argument, his mouth back on your neck, hips grinding into yours. 

“Giving up so early already Huening, I knew you couldn't last,” yeonjun tisks, he sits back in his chair in the corner of the room, his favorite view for moments like this. His towel is draped across his bare shoulders, arms crossed as he looks right at you. “And you, I'm sure you teased him into it,” 

“no, I’d never do something like that,” 

“Liar,” they both say at the same time, kai’s face pressed against your neck, hot mouth working down your throat. You wrap your legs around him pushing him closer, his breathy whimpers right in your ear. Twisting your fingers into kai's hair you pull on the strands, your smile eating yeonjun alive. He could tell himself he wouldn't cave but he knows it's a slim chance when he sees you like this with huening. 

Not when he watches the way your lips fall open when kai pushes into you, the sweet little sounds you're making leaves him hard in seconds. It's worse now too because you're looking at him like you know exactly what he's thinking. And you do know, it's not too hard to guess as he leans back with his arms crossed, knuckles turning white as he readjusts in his seat to try and find some kind of relief. 

Kai didn't even feel the need to strip you, pushing your panties to the side and not worrying about preparing you. The guttural moan he released when he was fully seated inside you reverberated against your whole body. He was a mess of whimpers, arms wrapping around you pulling you as close as he could, shallow thrusts in apology for ever denying himself from you. “Never again- I won't- I can't-”  he's trying to get the words out, broken moans filtering through each breath he takes. 

“He can't even talk, and I'm not even going to judge because if it's anything like how I remember I'd be just as bad,” yeonjun mutters, his jaw so tight he hardly opens his mouth to say it. 

“Jjunie,” you moan, tugging kais hair as his hips stutter against yours, “don't you want to cum for me?”  

Kai won't last hearing the word come from your mouth, every thrust just making you wetter, your warmth pulling him in. He's surprised he even lasted this long before he felt his first orgasm. If it wasn’t for the way he starts to tremble you wouldn't have noticed that he has cum already, not when he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even slow down. 

“Don't give me that look,” yeonjun warns, but it is not like you can help it when kai is pulling one of your legs up by the back of your knee, his hips sinking deeper, your eyes rolling back at the new depth. 

Yeonjun doesn't even notice how his own hips are moving, leaning back just enough in his chair so that each roll gives him the just right amount of friction against his oversized sweatpants. He's trying not to make it obvious just how hard he is but he's finding it harder and harder to keep his hands off himself and away from you when the headboard starts to creek against the wall. 

Huenings lets out a mix of grunts and whimpers, his cum making you so much easier to slip in and out of, the soft slapping sound of his thighs against yours drowning out any other thought in his mind. “Look at me,” he's gasping, pulling back just enough so that his hand not holding your leg can grasp the headboard, softening the sound for only a second before the bed is back to squeaking. 

You don't deny him, his hair hanging around his eyes, mouth open as he feels the first tingle of overstimulation, thin silver chain necklace dangling just above your chin. His knees are digging into the mattress, the angle pushing him so much deeper. You reach down with one hand to rub on your clit, the other scratching at the back of his neck. 

He's finding it hard to keep his eyes open as he tried not to cum again, “God you look so pretty like this,” 

“Did you miss me?” 

“Fuck yes, I missed this- I missed your pussy so- so much,” he trails off in a whimper, head tossed back exposing his throat to you. 

Your orgasm is so close, aided by all of his desperate sounds. When all of his little ‘ah-ah’s’ get close together you feel yourself tip over the edge. Kai can’t handle the way you clench around him, the both of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don't notice the way yeonjun has to close his eyes. He's begging and praying that he could be stronger than he is but this is too much for him. 

Worst still is how you look over at him at just the last second, a taunt caught right in your creased brow. He can't even take the pressure of his pants anymore, he tugs them down, cock hitting his stomach, heavy and aching. It does little to cure him of this need. 

Kai lets go of the headboard, arms pulling you closer as he peppers your face in kisses, his happy giggle pressed right to your pulse. “Do you feel better?” 

“So much,” he sighs, “I don't even care about losing anymore I just wanted- no I needed you so bad,”

“You know who else needs to forget the stupid bet?” your eyes are trained on the way yeonjun is trying and failing not to move his hips. Every micro-movement brushing his red tip against his skin gives the smallest amount of relief but not enough. 

“Don't talk like I'm not right here,” his eyes are closed, fingers leaving imprints on his biceps. 

“You should help him,” Kai continues, nose sliding down your cheek before he gives a soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. He pulls away, leaning back on his heels as he pulls out of you, quick to move your panties into place to catch any of your combined release in place to not spill on the sheets. 

Standing on shaking legs you stand, stumbling until yeonjun pulls you on top of him. He's groaning as soon as you straddle him, his hands on your hips like a vise. “Why torture me?” 

“No one said you had to watch, I was content with not letting you know but you sat down and didn't look away,” your nails lightly scratch over his chest, his humming response matches the subtle way he's trying to grind up into your clothed clit, panties wet and warm against him. 

“I'll just put it in, I won't even move, I just- I need something,” it's like he's asking permission, wondering if this will mean he's failed, if you'll tell on him. Huening chuckles from the bed, knowing the truth because the second yeonjun slips in he won't be able to help himself. 

“Okay, I won't move either,” you slip your hand down to pull your underwear to the side, the dribbles of your slick and kais cum leak all over. Dripping onto yeonjuns veiny cock and stomach. You try to wipe it away, your fingers on him making his ads flex, cock jumping when you put your fingers to your mouth, sucking away the saltiness. You barely get your fingers away from your mouth before yeonjuns kiss you. His favorite taste is you mixed with cum. 

When you sink down on him both of you moan, the sound caught right in the back of your throat, his eyes squeezed tight as he tries not to thrust up into you. He's devastated to find that you feel even better than he remembered, his hold on your hips almost bruising as you clench around him.  

“This was a horrible idea,” he’s gasping, “oh shit- i-,” he's cut off by your first attempt at moving up and down. “No, don’t, I won't be able to last-” 

“But jjunie-” you whine, hand pushing into your lower stomach, right over where you can feel him pressing so deep into you. “I wanna cum again,” 

“She's so greedy,” Kai adds, your hips rocking back and forth enough to leave yeonjun speechless. 

Clit grinding onto his pelvis, you don't even care about bouncing anymore, the perfect friction to get you off, the tip of his cock pressed right against your g-spot bumping over and over with each movement of your hips. “You're going to have to get off, I can't lose- I won't-” 

But it's not like he's letting you get off of him, he's actively helping you grind down on him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, “faster-” he's moaning, your hands on his shoulders for leverage before you're falling apart, your toes curling, every noise pressed right to his ear. The way your walls are fluttering around him makes his balls tighten, “I just won'tcum I just won't- I won't - I- fuck -oh fuuuckk,” He's not even stopping now, thrusting up into you to ride out his high, shoving all his cum as far as he can get it, not worried anymore when it feels this good. 

“You're the worst,” yeonjun chuckles after the two of you have caught your breath, “I love you so much, but actually you're evil and I love it,” 

“It's not my fault you couldn't help yourself, I told you it was stupid,” 

“I just won't tell anyone this happened,” he shrugs but kai laughs from the bed. 

“I already told everyone you lost,”

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Happy 1K followers to me!

So this happened a few weeks ago but I actually took some time to figure out just how I wanted to celebrate. So I believe I will be bringing back matchups (since I don’t do them that often). This will be opened to followers and mutuals only. I do have anon off so no way anons will slip by and I will be checking to see if you actually follow me!

I can’t begin to express how thankful and happy I am for each of you that are following me over the last few years. The mutuals I have made here are absolutely wonderful and some have even become some of my best friends. Thank you all for being here and listening to my insanity: especially over Shinichiro, Wakasa, Barou, Sukuna (and a small dash of Grimmjow and Ichigo’s back muscles here and there).

You guys are wonderful. Thank you so much.

If you are interested in taking part of my celebration- please check under the cut for the rules. 💕

Rules

Just be following me (I will check) and if I find that you unfollowed after the event - blocked.

Minors DNI. I will be verifying ages.

The only fandoms I will be doing: Blue Lock, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, and Tokyo Revengers

Followers may pick one fandom. Mutuals may choose two fandoms.

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OKAY LISTEN. I GOT VERY VERY CARRIED AWAY. Who the fuck knew this inspiration would strike me on a TUESDAY at 9:00pm? Not me. Anyway. Thank you for the congratulations, and I hope you enjoy this! It started out innocent, and then just completely derailed into this.

18+, “Is that a tattoo?” x Kirishima Eijirou

word count: 2.2k (what. the. fuck. written in 3 and a half hours) warnings: smut, size kink, public sex, unprotected sex. Thank you for encouraging me, @koiibito and @queensynderella

Kirishima was the hardest guy you knew, even without his quirk activated. The muscles rippled down his back as you stroked deeply, kneading out the knots with strong, practised fingers. You were a private masseuse to the Pro-Heroes, and you were the best. When he booked an appointment, you weren’t shocked, but damn, were you curious. 

Your colleagues all talked about the hulk of a man, wondering what he was like, what his skin felt like. Does he get hard all over? You know, down there? They’d whisper to each other, ask you to find out. Like hell, you will. There’s a reason the Pro’s come to you. You’re professional, courteous, confidentia-

Wow, he’s got a nice ass. You can’t help but think while you worked the lower sciatica, taking out the kinks. He groaned, twitching on the bed, the thin, white sheet covering him doing nothing to hide the firm, toned muscle. “Is the pressure okay?”

He grunted, lifted his head a little to flash you a killer smile.

“It’s perfect,” then fell back down, head in the hole, “I’ve actually been having a bit of back pain so this is great.”

 “Happy to help,” you replied, cordial and quietly, so as not to take over the ambience music in the room, but rather blend in with it. “Have you been training your legs more?”

 “Yeah, can you tell?” there was a tease to his question, but you bit back a retort, not one to instigate. It wasn’t his first one of the session, and it was getting harder to remain placid.

 “The main reason for back pain in heroes is the overuse of the glutes and tight hips,” you commented, digging your finger into the very round of his buttock, right where the nerve ending sits. You’d never heard someone so buff make such a whine before, and you shivered in the sadistic delight of hearing it. God, you love your job.

 “Shit, that’s sore,” Kirishima curses under his breath, you ignored it, the knot of muscle dissipating and relaxing under your relentless fingers. “Damn, you’ve got a magic touch.”

 That’s when you let your facade slip; a giggle escaped your lips.

 “Ah! So you’re not a robot!” the red-haired Hero exclaimed, you huffed, walking back to his head. You warmed another pump of oil in your hands, pressed them down to his neck and stroked up into the shave of his undercut.

 “Of course not,” you scraped at his scalp, watched goosebumps as they danced along the back of his arms. That’s a surprisingly soft, human, skin reaction, something you could tell your co-workers, and as you pulled the longer hair up, you gasped, “is that a tattoo?”

 On the back of Kirishima’s head, covered with thick hair, were two RR’s in his logo. He chuckled, the laugh booming and shaking his body.

 “Yeah,” he paused, only slightly. His voice dropped an octave, sending shivers down your spine “it’s not my only one.”

 Now, how could you resist that? You couldn’t, that’s why you answered him, matching his drawl with your own.

 “Oh? And where are the others?” your heart thumped in your ears, you’d never, ever crossed that line before. But he’s so fit, so charismatic, your mouth responding before your mind caught up.

 He was fast, astonishing for how much muscle he had to move, but he pushed himself up, onto his heels, kneeling. His quads stretched, flexed, the four individual muscles formed hills and valleys up his legs. Your eyes trailed up from his knees, slowly, frightened to see too much at once. Then you saw the second tattoo, right next to his--

 “Oh my,” you cleared your throat, averted your gaze, well, tried to. You felt your face catch fire, but the stiff cock stood up against the taut muscle of his abs. Everything about him was rock solid.

 “Like what you see?” he teased, an overwhelmingly large hand wrapped around the base. You swore he was not this massive laying down on your table a few moments ago. You swallowed, scolded yourself mentally for not looking away, eyes devouring his third leg, and the dragon tattoo next to it. He moved the dick to the left, the skin of his groin pulling flat so the tattoo stands out: black, intricate, dangerous. It stretched across his upper thigh, right below the line of where his hero costume would rest. You opened your mouth to remark, shut it, then opened it again. Fuck.

 “It’s, uh, nice,” you complimented, finally ripping your stare from his bare hips and up to his face, “the tattoo, I mean.”

 His red eyes glinted mischievously, his grin lopsided, teeth sharp.

 “And the cock?”

 “Big.” The words flew from your mouth, your hands instantly covered your lips. You could be swallowed by the earth now and have no complaints. “Shit, sorry.”

There it was, that deep, boisterous laughter. It made your core clench, a fresh wave of heat pool between your thighs. You watched as his chest shook, abdominals flexing and cock bounce. He laughed with his entire body. Does he fuck with it too? You took a few deep breaths, steadied your nerves. There was always a first for everything, and Lord knows, you’re not going to let him book another appointment when his hour is up. You glanced at the clock, there’s still some time. Kirishima’s eyes were closed, his mouth open and head back.

“How about I help you take care of it?” you propositioned. It shut him up quick. His jaw snapped shut, body frozen as he peered at your serious expression, your relaxed stance. You had a perfectly manicured hand on the edge of the bed, leaning into it, glistening with massage oil.

 “If you think you can handle it,” he smirked.

 “Oh, I can handle anything, Red Riot.”

 He red eyes flickered, lit by an internal fire. You rounded the bed, trailing your hands on the edge. He moved to seated, legs hanging off the side. With the lightest of touches, your fingers tips ghosted over the thick thigh. They widened, and you slotted yourself between his knees. There was no time to waste; his hands cupped your cheeks, yours pressed onto his knees, and your mouths met in a hungry kiss.

 His tasted like spices, sandalwood, warm and inviting. His hands drifted lower, down your neck, to the front of your uniform where he began to undo the aestheticians’ coat buttons with deft fingers. You rubbed circles into the muscles of his quads, feeling them ripple beneath your touch as you stroked up, leaning into the kiss with your entire body. You felt the coat loosen. You took a step back, a whine leaving Kirishima’s mouth desperately. The coat is strewn onto the floor. You grabbed the hem of your simple dress and tug it over your head, standing before him in a matching set of underwear. Thankfully.

 “C’mere,” he growled, pulling you close again. His large hands wrapped around your middle, the sheer size of them making you feel petite, dainty, but oh, how you were not. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulled him down for another kiss. He tightened his grip, keeping you flush against his chest and straightening up. You followed, leveraging your weight around his neck, not that you needed to, and straddled his thighs. Fuck, how wide is he? 

 You moaned, lowly, under your breath, when you felt the hardness of his cock slide between your bodies, bump against your mound, tickle your belly. You were getting hot, sweaty, the oil on his body, your hands, slicking up the skin between the two of you. There was a pounding in your chest, your ears, your cunt, as you grind against him, splayed open around his hips. His thick fingers trailed from your waist down your ass, reaching under and pulling up. They massaged between your folds, feeling how your slick soaks through the thin cotton panties.

 “I need to get you ready,” he whispered against your lips, his kisses moving so that they littered your jaw, your neck. Still, you grind down on his hand, the tip barely providing enough relief. You eyed the clock over his shoulder.

 “No time, just fuck me.”

 He pulled back, remarkably restrained for someone who’s cock was practically ready to burst between your bodies.

 “Are you sure?”

 “Yes.”

 “Alright then, but don’t scream.” The cocky bastard winked at you, then had the audacity to rip the seam of your underwear, the side falling apart and down. His lips came back to swallow your cries. It was a fucking matching set. He shifted back so that he was more on the table. Your shins pressed into the firm mattress to lift your hips. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck, warm and moist and gravitational. It kept you grounded into his kiss, his tongue coaxing yours from it’s resting place to dance together. His other hand trailed up your thighs, dipped between the gap, and rubbed two fingers against your slick slit, opening it up for the tip of his cock to tease your lower lips.

 He pressed in, and you severely underestimated the stretch, collapsing onto his shoulder. His trap was between your teeth, muffling your moans. Oh God, fuckfuckfuck, but it’s delicious. You breathed through your nose, relaxed into that weighted palm, leaving the smallest of pecks where you almost broke the skin in your bite. Almost.

 “You’re doing good, baby,” Kirishima whispered into your ear, dropping you lower. Your thighs quivered from being spread so thinly around his waist. But his praise spurred you on.

 “Look at you, taking my cock so well, we’re halfway now, just relax.”

 Hold up.

 You pulled back from his shoulder and looked down. Bitch, he’s not going to fit. He must’ve seen the expression of horror on your face, because he smiled, lips smug, eyes like an inferno as he chided you.

“I thought you said you can handle anything.”

 You can. So, you ground yourself a little further down, feeling how his silken cock filled your so completely.

 “That’s it, keep going beautiful.”

 The tip of his cock tapped your cervix, and your eyes almost rolled into another dimension. You stayed like that for a minute, then two. Kirishima felt how your walls clenched around him, wanting to swallow all of him, more than you physically could. Your forehead rested against his shoulder, his arms around your waist, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. 

He began to bounce you. The pressure in your womb climbed up, coming out in short ragged breaths against his chest. You were like his little plaything, controlled by his hands alone. You whimpered, feeling fire and ice pour into you from his palms and his cock; opposite ends of a spectrum meeting in the middle to explode sinfully in your body. Your fingers clawed at his body, massaging his back, his waist, before it found that gap between your bodies and pressed against your clit.

You’ve been so good at hiding your moans. Until now. The whimpers left your throat desperately. You clenched around him, pulled him in deeper, tighter, and he spiralled into you --no, he twisted you. He’d found his footing on the floor, and spun you both around so that your back pressed into the table and he could now fuck you with more power, more leverage, with his entire body. Fingers clamped around your jaw, two pushed inside to shut you up, the other massaged a breast, your nipples, tugging and pulling until you were biting those sinful fingers.

He thrusted into you, hips snapping, breaking your inner walls down so your emotions broke free into the room. It filled with energy so raw, so powerful. You had no idea where your hands were. At some point, they were in your hair, then his forearms, gripping them so fiercely, even he thought he’d snap. Your practised fingers could leave bruises on most men. But not Kirishima. His cock hit that perfect spot inside you each and every fucking time. You sucked down his digits, somehow you were not done being filled, but you were close, so so close.

 “Red Riot,” you mumbled around his fingers, all thoughts had already cleared out of your head, but he seemed to understand. The hand that massaged your breast flicked tight, quick circles against your throbbing clit. His pounding was getting sloppy, mistimed, and you broke down in pieces. A part of your soul escaped, latched onto his as you both died a small death. Yours unseen, black and ascending to the heavens, while his left warm, wet traces across your stomach.

 His fat cock throbbed as it rested against your mound, spent, once more soft. His fingers slipped from your slack jaw, his head bowed forward as both your chests heaved from the exertion.

 “Wow,” you managed to say after several seconds, your high subsiding into a gentle hum. Then, what you just did hit you like a train, your torso shooting up, cum dribbling down onto the table and between your legs. You fucked a Pro-Hero at work. A smile split your face in two.

 And honestly? No regrets.

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:| idek what this was lmao. @joyousandverywarlike since you want to be on my permanent tag list and I love you x

[iwadori]

DADDY DAY CARE EVENT! 1K followers event

Okay since I didn’t finish the daddy day care work in time for me hitting 1K followers. Instead I’m going to do a matchup scenario event.

So basically, go in my ask box and describe your personality your characteristics, the name/nick name you go by, pronouns who you kin your ambitions in life and just little extra information (extra points if you include ur favourite work by me😌) and then I’ll match you up with 4 different characters writhing scenarios for each.

The scenarios you’d get will be baby/kid based scenarios so basically dad!haikyu x reader. The scenarios will be either; you giving birth, wholesome family moments, when they find out that you’re pregnant ect. ( so basically just kid,dad scenarios )

Also I’ll be doing a preference of wether you want a pure angst one or a pure fluff one. You can’t get angst to fluff it’s just one or the other (and that’s for each character I write for you)

Okay so you’d have to form your ask like this:

Hey emp, I love you

My name is y/n, and I’m great and I like cheese and *insert extra information about yourself* and my favourite work by you is when they make you insecure part 1 and can I have 2 angst scenarios and 2 fluff scenarios thanks

There’s going to be 30 slots so:

0/30

(But extra space for moots and besties)

If this flops I’m deleting this account

[suna-reversed]

1K event CLOSES SUNDAY- make sure to send in your requests!

[bubbleteaimagines]

bubbleteas 1k event!

YOU GUYS! WE HAVE OFFICIALLY HIT 1K WHICH MEANS WE GOTTA CELEBRATE!

First of all thank you to everyone that’s supported this blog, old and new. I wouldn’t be here without anyone of you.

Second of all, I LOVE YOU GUYS SM! Every single one of you have a special place in my heart along with this blog <3 To think I started this blog 12/20/20 and we’re already at 1k is literally making me cry you guys are awesome

With that being said, it’s time to get this party started!

Starting from rn I will taking all requests sfw and nsfw

Requests will come from some prompts that I’ll link down below!

All works will be tagged under #1kevent

All

All Prompts

All Prompts (2)

Fluff

A-Z Fluff Alphabet!

Fluff Prompts

Soulmate AU Prompts

Smut

A-Z NSFW Alphabet

Smut Prompts

Angst

Angst Prompts (1)

Angst Prompts (2)

Angst Prompts (3)

Angst Prompts (4)

Character and Fandoms

Avengers

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

T’Challa

Natasha Romanoff

Peter Parker

Thor Odinson

Actors

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Tom Holland

Attack on Titan

Eren Jaeger

Mikasa Ackerman

Levi Ackerman

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirschstein

Reiner Braun

Connie Springer

Sasha Braus

Hangi Zoe

Erwin Smith

Porco Galliard

Colt Grice

Pieck Finger

Zeke Jaeger

Annie Leonhart

Bertholdt Hoover

Yelena

Happy Requesting! ♡

Posts- (NSFW is Bold)

Not Enough (Bucky Barnes)

Not Over Her (Porco Galliard)

Symbols on Your Skin (Porco Galliard)

Praise (Colt Grice) NSFW

Daddy’s Little Princess (Zeke Jaeger) NSFW

Same Mistakes (Reiner Braun)

Steve Rogers NSFW Alphabet

13 Years (Porco Galliard)

Bratty Behavior (Erwin Smith)

[onesingleglance]

tscreators 1kevent: Fave Music Video

Out of the Woods Director: Joseph Khan

[biteyoubiteme]

[probably weird, but why not?..]

txt mtl to have a habit of playing with their girlfriend's pussy in a non-sexual way? like some kind of anti-stress lolol

mtl txt x non sexual fingering

warnings: 🔞!!! mentions of fingering, shaving, not shaving, cockwarming prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.3k total

an: hiiiiii @apeachty my love ive actually never really thought of this before so it was fun to think of lol the only non sexual pussy play I can think of is examination and ive read it in two drabbles. I don’t know if I did your ask justice but I tried :p a fun idea actually I like it. also yeah this is short and I still added photos no one can stop me actually

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beomgyu .ᐟ

I have this idea that beomgyu is very into cockwarming, wanting to always be in you, cock or fingers. He will spend most of his time with his hands down your pants. This mostly happens when cuddling and watching movies. Will climb into bed behind you and he makes sure to have you suck on his fingers to let you know his intentions. Just dragging his fingers through your folds, slipping them in and feeling around. Will accidentally fall asleep with his fingers in you just as easy as it is to do when he's cockwarming you.

kai .ᐟ

Actually loves it when you forget to shave, will make sure to let you know he prefers it when you don't shave. Plays with your hair, running his fingers over anything you have. When he sees the hair behind lace panties he's insatiable and needs to keep his fingers shoved between your legs. Likes that you are so warm, will lay down and just cup you over your panties, and likes when your thighs trap his hand. 

soobin .ᐟ

Likes to shave and wash you, just an excuse to have his fingers anywhere near you is enough for him. Will shave you and proceed to constantly wipe his fingers over the spots he just done. Tracing the shape of your pussy over and over again.

yeonjun .ᐟ

Has the intention to just try it once, turns into him just fingering you without him even realizing it. Likes to do panty checks, makes sure you have them on, and likes to guess what you're wearing under your clothes by just feeling. Will pull on your underwear to tighten them on you, likes to trace his fingers over the fabric, and knows it gets you wet without much effort at all. 

taehyun .ᐟ

He is never one for much teasing at all, sex stays in the bedroom, and if he is touching you it's strictly to get you off. Enjoys watching you get off and finds it a challenge to hold himself back from only putting his fingers on you without seeing you cum around them.

least

taglist 🏷: @kissmekissykissme @bts-txt-ateez @apeachty want to be added to the taglist? check out my rules to see how to join! want to be taken off the taglist? send an ask!

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DAILYHOTDGIFS 1K EVENT: GET TO KNOW THE MEMBERS

FAVORITE CHARACTER PER MEMBER: Rhaenyra Targaryen by Alexandra @buffysummers ↳ I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone.

[dark-mnjiro]

For @gojoest your matchup is

Gojo Satoru and Aizen Sosuke

For you and Aizen

And for you and Gojo

“You’re so infuriating…”

He stretched his arms over his head before flashing you a grin. “What did I do now?”

“You should be nicer to Utahime…”

Scoffing, Gojo waved you off. “Not my fault she’s a crybaby and constantly needs saving.”

While you had been dating for a long time, you also considered Utahime a very close friend. You weren’t sure exactly why Gojo felt the need to bully her constantly, but the prospect was beginning to get on your nerves.

“I’m going to start being mean to you.”

He laughed, actually laughed, before laying back on your bed. “Oh stop whining and come cuddle with me.”

“Of course Toru needs attention.”

He scoffed again. “Come here!”

You threw a pillow at his face, managing to hit him when you realized he would switch off his ability to allow you to cuddle. But you didn’t think you would succeed that easily.

“Oh my god.”

“DID YOU JUST-!”

[ts-parallels]

fearless (taylor’s version): the dance in a storm chapter

ts-parallels 1k event 

[thegreatimpersonator]

1k celebration: url edit for @mytearsricochets <3

[thisisthehardestthing]

hi i just found your account but what i’ve read so far is really good!!! congrats on 1k 🥳🥳 for your event could i do taurus, kenma, and prompt 11? -briswriting

Hey hey! Thank you so much for enjoying what I write! It means a lot to me to hear this. Sorry this took so long, and I hope you enjoy this Kenma 

18+, “Mmmm, good morning to you too.”

warnings: somnophilia, dubcon (ish), but is consensual at the same time.

Lazy mornings with Kenma are few and far between. You’re an early riser, he’s a late sleeper, coupled with the fact that he plays games into the wee hours of dawn, those cute, hazy moments never seem to happen for the two of you. Which is why you’re shocked to find him snuggling behind your back, nose nuzzling your neck as his breath fans against it. 

You open an eye, peering at the alarm clock next on the side table. It shows 5:30 am and you almost have a heart attack. If he’s only getting to bed now… you sigh, shutting your eyes to will yourself to sleep further. However, Kenma has other plans. Replacing his breath are his lips, kissing you so tenderly that you’re unsure if it’s a conscious decision of his, or if his body is on autopilot from testing out various video games for work.

It’s the former. You feel a hard muscle press against your lower back, tucking itself between the fold of your ass delicately, as if not to rouse you from sleep. You decide to play the game a little longer, inhaling deeply, stretching your neck out for him to suckle at more skin. You even moan softly, pretending to be asleep to see how far he’d go. Lithe fingers ghost down your arms beneath the covers, over your stomach and the tops of your thighs, until they gingerly touch down on the thin cotton shorts, neither pulling them down or pushing them up. To say you weren’t incredibly turned on would be a lie, the thought that he would take advantage of you like this has heat pooling between your legs until you’re certain that you’ve soaked through your pyjama’s.

He thrusts slowly, rutting against the valley of your ass, the moans in his throat coming out in short, low bursts. It tickles your ear, raises goosebumps along your biceps, and you almost join in. Almost. With a rustle that’s careful not to jostle you, Kenma tugs the waistband of his boxers down until you can feel his cock leaning against you, unfolding itself until the tip pokes at the save made by your thighs while lying on your side. His breath hitches, and you know he feels how wet you are, how easily his dick slips in between your thighs and rubs against some of your labia and the fabric of the shorts.

You part your legs, one knee falling past the other, only slightly, making it out as if you’re shifting in your sleep. He’s quick then, his cock landing against your opening with careful taps as he guides it past your tight hole. Maybe it’s how good you feel, wrapped around him, sucking him in deeper, but Kenma loses his self-control. His chest presses against your back, his chin tucking itself against your shoulder, his teeth nipping lightly at your neck as he nuzzles against you, cock slipping deeper into your pulsing walls.

“Kozume,” you moan, no longer trying to hide that you’re awake, but your voice still husky from sleep as your shift under his hold. He pauses, and you can feel how his heart drums, hittings your back with a force from adrenaline. “Don’t stop.”

Your green light is all it takes for him to sheathe himself in fully, hissing in your ear at the way you stretch around him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispers, trying not to break the early morning silence.

“So do you,” you counter, grinding back with each shallow thrust of his hips.

It doesn’t take long to come undone, especially when a skilled hand drifts to your clit, the friction amplified with your slick. Kenma whispers how tight you are, how beautiful, how much of a good girl you are for him, his words coaxing you from your body and into his palms as he flicks quick circles to your sensitive bud. The arm he’s laying on stretches up, grabbing your hair to tug your head back and against him. The slap of your hips beneath the sheets, the squelch of your slick cunt, it’s battle music that builds you both to a crescendo, until it bursts and you spin dizzily into him and he spills into you.

When you’re both coming down, and his softening cock slips from your welcoming taint, his forehead leans against your shoulder blade. You turn in his hold, hooking a leg over his hips to press quick kisses to his chest.

“Mmm, good morning to you too,” you mumble into him, stroking the black and bleached blonde hair from his face to peer up at his tired yet blissful face. He smiles down at you, embarrassed.

“Good morning,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your hair, tucking you under his chin as he holds you close. You know he’s about to fall asleep, but you’re wide awake. Oh well, there are worse ways to wake up before 6:00am.