#boyfriend :)

[eulssanba]

@ollyquii

Valentines gift for my girlfriend

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[elegantsoulgiantfish]

[hee3sing]

pairing. gamer boyfriend!Ni-ki x gn!reader

genre. fluff, non-idol.

synopsis. 2am. reader can’t sleep and niki won’t get off his pc.

hee3sing ⋆˚࿔ comments. SO THIS IS MY FIRST FIC LIKE EVER. IF YOU LIKE IT PLEASE LET ME KNOW. and if you hate please don’t tell me I’ll cry.

It was 2 AM, and the soft glow of Niki’s computer screen illuminated the dimly lit room. His eyes were glued to the monitor, fingers dancing quickly across the keyboard as he played his game, completely absorbed.

Meanwhile, you lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The bed felt too cold without him beside you. You sighed, sitting up and wrapping the blankets around your shoulders. Quietly, you padded across the room and peeked over his shoulder.

“Niki,” you whispered softly, your voice breaking the silence of the late hour.

He didn’t even flinch, too focused on his game to hear you.

“Niki,” you said a little louder, this time placing your hand on his shoulder.

He glanced up at you pulling his headset off one of his ears, a slight frown forming on his face. “Hmm? What’s up?”

You crossed your arms, a little pout forming on your lips. “Come to bed. You’ve been playing for hours, and I can’t sleep without you.”

He paused, looking at you with a gentle expression. “But I’m in the middle of a game,” he protested lightly.

You narrowed your eyes, raising an eyebrow. “And I’m in the middle of being cold and lonely in bed. You know I can’t sleep without you next to me.”

He sighed, chuckling softly. “Alright, alright, fine.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching then taking off his headset, turning off his pc before standing up and walking over to you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you close. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you teased, already feeling the warmth of his embrace settle over you.

As you both settled back into bed, the quiet hum of the night enveloped you. Niki pulled the covers over both of you, wrapping his arms around you as you nestled your head against his chest. The rhythmic beat of his heart calmed you, making the sleep that had evaded you earlier finally begin to drift in.

But Niki wasn’t asleep just yet. He lightly ran his fingers through your hair, absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin. You felt his chest rise and fall with every breath, and his gentle touch was enough to make you feel safe and loved.

“I didn’t mean to keep you up,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You tilted your head to look up at him, meeting his tired but warm gaze. “It’s okay,” you replied, your voice drowsy. “I just… I like being with you.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “I like being with you, too.”

For a moment, there was silence between you, only the sound of your breathing filling the room. You could feel his fingers still moving lightly over your back, a comforting rhythm that made everything feel peaceful.

Then, suddenly, he whispered, “I’m sorry I got so caught up in the game. I should’ve been with you sooner.”

You shook your head, snuggling closer into him. “It’s alright. I know you enjoy playing. But just… don’t stay up too late next time, okay?”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I promise,” he whispered. “But if I do, you know I’ll always come back to you.”

And just like that, his words made everything feel right. He may have been absorbed in his game for a while, but he was always yours when it mattered most. With that comforting thought, you both finally drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

[jesschalamet]

i literally need all 4 of them so bad.

[rodrickrulezz]

when you and rodrick first began dating, he was so shocked he bagged you, and what shocked him even more was that you actually wanted to spend time with him.

You caught Rodrick stuffing assignments that you know will definitely be done by Frank into his locker. You walk up to Rodrick, seemily too busy shoving miscellaneous things into his locker he doesn't acknowledge you until you speak.

"Hi Roddy," His cheeks tint a deep pink as he hears the nickname only you call him. "Hi," he utters. "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come over mine tonight? My dad has a shit ton of DVDs, and he has Godzilla 2..you said you wanted to watch that.."

His eyes grow wide as he listens to you ramble. He finally spoke,"You remember that?"

Your lips curl, looking back at that fond memory, "Of course I do! You took me to that pizza place...and we shared that peperoni pizza...which most of it ended up on your shirt and then you took me to 7/11 to get slushies, and you told me in that field near my house after we talked for hours," you continued, "thank you for that, Roddy."

That sweet smile that's glued to your face made his knees buckle, "y-yeah, of course, no problem."

"So..? Do you want to come over tonight?" You grin, your nimble hand rests on his chest. He looks down at your twinkling eyes staring up at him expectantly. His breath hitches at the touch but barely plays it cool. "Fuck..yeah, I'll come over."

You squeal at his confirmation, and you shift onto your toes to plant a kiss to his cheek. "I'll see you later, Roddy!" You exclaim as you start walking to your next class.

"Yeah, later." He smiles to himself, eager to tell his friends about his date tonight.

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ahhh he's so cute (* ´ ▽ ` *)

hope you enjoyed this!! I'm open to kind constructive criticism and tell me what you liked so I can improve :33

[tamoscringecorner]

FiddleStan headcanons! (HORRAY NO MORE TOXIC OLD MAN YAOI!!)

-Fidds is the one who cuts Stan's hair and generally takes care of it and Stan in general

-Stan owns one of those cheesy "kiss the cook" apron's and each time he is cooking he jestures to it saying "food ain't free ya know, pay up, honey" with a smug look on his face and much go his surprise after Fidds had a quick laugh at his boyfriend's stupid yet adorable antics he'd do so

-Stan is the one who makes breakfast and when he does so he always cuts the eggs into hearts or drizzles the syrup to say "morning Fidds" on it

-Fidds adores saying cringe nerdy science pick up lines like "are you a pile of bones? Because i dig you!" Or "my love for you is like pi, never ending!"

-As a response Stan would say something back like "Damn baby, are you a parking ticket? Cuz you've got fine written all over you" and they would go back and forth till they were dying of laughter and one managed to it fluster the other

-They sometimes tease each other with playful insults like "country bumpkin" or "city rat"

-Stan always insists on Fidds wearing his clothes because frankly he finds it concerning how many years he spent in just overalls and a hat

-Every year they celebrate the day Stan opened the mystery shack and when Fidds recovered from his insanity

-Fidds is making Stan cut back his drinking and smoking and so far he has made good prgress

-If they are walking outside and it's 0 or just -1 Stan will offer his coat and if he refuses then he pulls him closer and makes some lame excuse like "this is just to make sure ya don't freeze yer ass out here, idiot.."

-Stan likes to flex on Fidds by lifting a table for example with Fidds then casually picking him up with one arm while he is reading without a care in the world

-Fidds owns a yt channel with him posting lovey songs he made for Stan and Stan sometimes helps with the melody of the banjo or being a guest and singing along with him providing lyrics

-At first Stan hated or pretended to hate it when Fidds would call him "pretty boy but now he just blushes and says "really..?"

-Fidds sometime relapses and has meltdowns whenever he sees something from his such as a picture of his son or old newspapers with him in it and would just disappear for a couple of days

-When Fidds would return to his senses he would be rather embarrassed of his behavior but Stan would always be there to comfort him

-Stan sometimes due to PTSD wakes up in the middle of the might shaking and sobbing from nightmares, each time this happens Fidds is next to him and spends the whole night if needed to comfort him

-Stanley's greatest fear is messing things up with his new family and his bf

-Fiddleford's greatest fear is losing his memory and losing and forgetting Stanley like he did with so many others

Like what ya read? Welp don't worry! There is more coming soon depending on how this post does!

[jkl-fff]

Matt: I'm gonna specifically *not* fuck you!

Mello, suddenly discovering the flaw in his plan: No, wait--

Brat.

----- My other socials Commission Info Let's drink some Ko-Fi! 🍵

[gofrannypack]

[fragile-things-archive]

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

[bisexualixie]

VOU CASAR COM ELE

gnabnahc: 🔵

[kindahungrydude]

My boyfriend tried on my clothes and let’s just say…he fills em out real good 😮‍💨

Full video here:

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, yandere, captive reader, omegaverse, forced bonding is implied, subjugation, some type of sexism, soft dom, but extremely patronizing

♡ fem reader

You offer to go down on him for the first time since he claimed you for himself, and his heart swells with all sorts of bliss—shock and awe, love and pride—utterly overjoyed at the pretty sight of you, so pliant and on your knees, acting like a proper Omega for a change—his cutest little mate. It’s so adorable he ought to take pictures, yet he doesn’t want to miss a thing or spoil the mood—after all, you always get so embarrassed when he brings the camera out.

So he settles for just watching—his adoring eyes resting on you, admiring how you struggle to fit all of him inside your mouth, thinking it’s the just cutest and sweetest how you try so hard for him. Bless whatever brought this new change of behavior on. He can’t be grateful enough.

It was only a couple of days ago when you’d still bite and claw and run away from him at every turn, growling and snarling like a rabid wildling and not the sweet Omega he knew you could be with the proper love and care. Maybe it’s just that—has his love for you finally tamed you? Oh, he couldn’t be more pleased if that’s it.

Look at you… trying your very best. He didn’t mind if you could only fit half of him—just seeing you try to take it all made him more than happy. The way your pink tongue slides along his veins—all teasingly and ticklish—makes him smile while looking down at you. Petting your head in smooth, encouraging strokes—reminding you to breathe every now and again.

He even pinches your cheek when you cough, crooning, “Careful now, there’s no need to rush, baby—take it slow.”

You curse him from where you kneel at his feet, trying to get it over with quickly. Despite your struggles, he seems pleased, and you think you might have managed to get yourself off the hook. That is… until he wraps his cock with one of his big hands and pulls it away from you. 

“I think that’s enough for now,” he says in his best attempt at sounding suave by nature, and yet, as you look up at him, you see it plain as day.

It makes your guts fold—the eagerness that encompasses him as he looks down at you with kind eyes and a smile—not completely able to hide the frenzy behind it.

No, please, you sulk inwardly—your clit is so sensitive from yesterday, you think you might die if he toys with it again today. You almost indulge the urge to scoot back, attempt to crawl away, and hide in false hope. But you know, chasing you around would just serve as kindling to his inner animal—he would take it as a game, hunting and pinning you down only to lick you clean like a dug-up bone.

You shudder at the thought and almost beg him to allow you to continue, almost insist you can do better, but all you manage is to bite your tongue and cry instead.

“You did so good, baby, don’t pout,” he coos, cradling your face and lifting it up to let him kiss it silly—chastely yet excessively—quick pecks all over, the same way you’d kiss something that’s just too cute for its own good.

It’s his way of comforting you, you suppose, or it might just be him poking fun. You can never really tell with him—if his coddling is all some act or something even more unsettling. But you suppose it doesn’t really matter either.

“Come here, baby, and I’ll do the rest, okay?” he asks, and yet it isn’t a question as he hauls you up off the floor and repositions you as he sees fit—on your back, belly-up beneath him.

His alpha pheromones are quick to overwhelm you, thick and suffocating, pouring over you in waves, drenching you in sweat and something else—something that makes everything sensitive.

The former fight you had when you were still independent has all but left you completely—siphoned from your being every day that’s passed and left you soft like the rest of those Omegas you vowed you’d never become—weak-willed with a body even more so. You feel like a stuffed animal at this point, full of cloudy cotton with a broken voice device that only knows how to squeak when played with.

He takes you beneath the knees and folds them down neatly by your head—one large hand taking both your summoned ankles in a single grip—and you’re locked in, unable to do much else other than pant—kept from breathing too much by the weight of your own thighs pressing down on you.

This had been what you were trying to avoid—this awful position which he seems to love just as much as you dread.

He whistles in awe at the pretty sight of you—all squished beneath him like that—face flushed, and your bloated lips parted with cute little draws of breath—tits bunched together, glossed in a sheen of sweat and heaving with the labored rise and fall of your chest—and that adorable cunt, wet and puffy, swollen up like a pink pillow eagerly waiting for him, a soft bed for his cock and a perfectly bite-sized slice of his favorite cake. His gut rumbles, and his mouth soaks. To think he hasn’t had a single taste all day—he’s beyond starving.

You squirm under him, and he chuckles again, this time breathily—showing more of the unsightly animal with the low growl that seeps into his voice, “Such a pretty girl…” It’s unclear if he’s talking to you as his inkwell eyes are set on something else. He sags forward, back hunched as he bows down to face the object of his desire with only a hair’s breadth of separation—breaths thick, puffed hot against you—canines bared in an eerie smile. “So shy…”

He ignores your wiggling completely—pinching the chunk of cunt where your clit hides, making it peak forth like a little button to press, and his grin broadens.

“There it is,” he licks his teeth with a raspy sigh—eyes wide and deadset. “My beauty.”

You squirm a little more, even though you know you’re not going anywhere until he’s satisfied. He doesn’t waste much more time—not allowing you to prepare. Keeping the pinch, he opens his mouth wide and takes the chub with eyes closed, tongue flattened and wide, cloaking your exposed clit with thirst. “Mmgh…”

He always gets like this—cute-aggressive and pussy-whipped. It’s as if he and your cunt have their own private affair, the way he completely ignores you. No, that’s not entirely fair—he gets like that when feeding you his tongue as well, but you suppose it’s easier making out with your pussy as it doesn’t need to get up for air. 

Neither does he, it seems.

He groans loudly and releases your clit from his pinching grip—but keeps his whole mouth on you—lips, tongue, and all—nose and chin too, buried there while his hand moves down to slip three digits inside, filling you up with little regard to the stretch.

Your breath flares and shudders with a whimpery moan, toes curling along with his fingers, biting your lip at how he hooks them right into the soft spot of your gummy walls, then fingerbangs you fast, right down to the knuckles each time.

“Fuck, baby—so, so good, always so good,” he slurs out into you, tongue otherwise too engaged to bother sounding coherent, yet you understand nonetheless, even though you can never really get used to it—how utterly unashamed he is. “Come on, baby, cum f’mo—cum on my face—” he all but happily begs, tongue out, slurping your slit brazenly.

He’s not a very classic Alpha—how he worships you on his hands and knees with a throat full of plead and praise. He doesn’t even touch himself—cock left hung and bobbing against the bedsheets, hard and strung up with a net of veins, pilling pearls of pre that all go to waste—too busy with you. 

It’s stupid how you’re the one who ends up feeling ignored as the unwanted and overwhelming pleasure manhandles you into submission.

“Cum, baby, give it to me.”

You mewl as his tongue draws something out from within you, making your clit blare and thrum with your heartbeat. You struggle to enjoy it, you always do, feeling forced to surrender, and yet the more you try and deny it, the firmer his hold gets, relentless as he sends you right over the edge. You yelp and seize up once it takes you—clenching tightly around his digits as they unknot your insides, turning you into utter putty in his palm. 

And even then, he doesn’t stop—as if he doesn’t know how—sighing with elation as you quake on his tongue. That crooked smile on his face, nothing short of predatory and vile as he maintains the motion of his fingers, moaning in turn at your cute spasming and all the wordless babble that leaves your lips as you shake your head, crying for him to leave it alone. “Plea’ no more—stop, too much—”

He just chuckles against you—you really are too cute for your own good. Silly little Omega, don’t you know what your pheromones do to him? But okay, fine, since you asked nicely. He gives the slit one last thorough lick before wiping his smile while sitting up.

You haven’t even started coming down when he dabs the weight of his shaft upon the sensitivity, cooing at the lewd little plaps it makes, all slick as he slides the length between your flustered pussylips—fucking through the fat of the mound, running over your full clit, again and again, while listening to you squeak more nothings.

He only croons, “Yeah, I know you like that, baby—this pretty pussy of yours just loves my attention, doesn’t it?" His eyes seem to glow with something sickly, his voice thin, just shy of unhinged. "Always so cute, I could die.”

He can’t get over it—you’re too adorable like this. Watching you pleasure him was a welcome surprise, but ultimately, this is how he always wants you—flipped and pinned with your cunt exposed to his every wish—his favorite toy that never disappoints.

“Your pretty pussy’s always such a crybaby, y’know that? Look how it weeps f’mo—so needy to get stuffed. I bet you want my knot, huh?” he keeps mumbling while using his cock to play with your overworked cunt without yet entering it. “Alright, baby—don’t worry—I’ll give it to you,” he rasps, drooling.

You can’t keep from whimpering when the bed jostles, accounting for his repositioning as he moves to mount you with his feet planted down flat on the bed. Your ankles are pinned passed your head at this point, tipping your cunt up higher than your head.

“Yeah—I’ll give you what you want.” His voice darkens, and so does the look in his eyes—soaked in something you don’t like—something wild and downright terrifying. “And I’ll give it to you good.”

You almost protest, but you know there’s no getting through to him—not with that expression. You hate Alphas, you hate him, and you really hate this awful pose—this mating-press pile-driving overkill where he always bullies into the backroom of your cunt, insisting on fucking your cervix as he digs his cockhead right at the mouth of your womb, knotting you and filling you up with the full worth of his load. It never fails to make you feel utterly wrecked and bedridden in the morning.

But he doesn’t care about that. You have no places you’re supposed to be anyway—nowhere aside from right here, in his bed, where you belong—his sweet Omega bride who’s going to give him lots of pups.

He lines himself up, pressing his head past the ring—watching it swallow around him and biting his lip at the sight. “Look at it, baby—look as I stuff that perfect pussy all the way up—”

He sinks in slowly, revering your cunt for every inch you receive—watching it in awe as it takes the entirety of his length right down to the base. It’s like a magic trick how it all disappears—you’re so tiny, and yet you’re built for this, to take every part of him in, hugging his shaft with velvet heat, milking him as he kneads the spot inside you that always makes you cry out so good for him.

“Yes, baby—that’s my girl—take it all,” he coos, all but sitting on your ass with his cock down your cunt. “It’s like your pussy’s made for me, isn’t it? Perfectly tight, perfectly deep, perfectly wet and chunky to feel like I’m fucking heaven itself—”

You feel no different from a toy when he does this—a squeaky toy manufactured for a Chihuahua puppy, yet mistakenly given to a full-grown Rottweiler. He straight dogs your cunt through several peaks—so soaked now that it fossettes down both the slope of your belly and the cliff of your spine. And still, he keeps going, rambling on like usual—all words that fail to reach you.

You’re so lightheaded you’re on the brink of passing out—overheating and out of strength, numb and tingly, beyond happy when you finally feel his knot swell within, propping you to take his seed. 

He keels over—his thighs pressed down tightly atop yours—panting above you—eyes half-mast and glazed, almost crying in bliss while feeding you his cum, knowing it's flooding your womb, breeding you full of warmth and love.

“Yes, every drop, baby—it’s all yours.” He keeps a thumb rubbing over your clit as he croons. Voice beyond lovesick, “Let’s make too many pups to count.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Natsuo, Mirio ♡ JJK – Gojo, Geto ♡ HQ – Kuro, Miya twins ♡ BLLK – Nagi, Bachira ♡ DS – Doma ♡ WB – Umemiya, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[jesschalamet]

i was made for loving you

[littlescorp1o]

he’s so awkward i love him

[aajjks]

tw/ hórny èx bf, hè ís à crèèp, nôncôn, èxplïcït ând nsfw thèmès.

It’s hard to break up with someone like him because he doesn’t get the hint- it’s been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.

Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.

He bangs on your door- at first he’s gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you don’t open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell It’s not working.

He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesn’t like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. That’s why you broke up with him in the first place.

It’s not really a break up to him though because you’re just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.

“Yn! YN OPEN UP!” But you don’t. You’re really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.

His pupils are dilated at this point, he’s feeling so crazy right now, it’s aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.

It’s your fault, you know.

It’s your fault that you’re so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands… he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you don’t know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.

Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.

And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. “Yn!~~~” he calls out your name with affection but you still don’t respond.

Weird.

So he decides to check if you’re home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and… a lot of other other things.

First to fall of course it’s gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.

And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.

Oh, so you must be done..

He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesn’t have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesn’t give a fuck.

He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place… but too bad he wants you.

And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesn’t mind you can because he’s missed your voice a lot.

“Hi baby.” He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.

You look so sexy like this I can’t help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.

You’re just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. It’s your fault and now you’re going to have to help him out.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You finally say something to him, even though you’re screaming at him like a maniac, he doesn’t mind.

“I can’t help it baby you know I love you and I can’t live without you-and I’m so horny right now.” He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.

He needs to touch you right now.

“I told you you couldn’t break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.” He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.

His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.

He is way too strong for you.

“Come on now- look at me? I’m so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuck…” he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.

So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.

This is gonna get you so weak for him.

“Let me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.” He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.

You have missed him too.

He smiles. “I bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- I’m doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.” He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.

You whimper, you’ve always been so weak for him.

He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And he’s going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.

“Oh look at you baby- you’ve already started to get wet.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, “f-fuck. You’re so fucking bad for this.” You moan out. He knows that you’re trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.

Him.

“I know yn.. but fuck- you’re my bad habit.” He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.

“Nghhh fuck.” You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- he’s so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.

That’s how you like it.

His mind is in a frenzy because the noises you’re making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.

He won’t let you fall.

He will make you cum in his tongue.

“Ugh fuck..” he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, you’re giving him so much.

And he knows you’re already going to cum.

“A-Agh fuck don’t stop- don’t fuckin stop.” You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.

He can kill anyone for you.

“O-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.” He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.

His teeth graze your clit.

“Should I fuckin bite? Since you’re so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..” he barely manages to speak because you’re suffocating him and you’re going to cum.

“You can *pants* only cum if you come back to *pants* m-me.”

BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku

JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna