#wetter than water

[majorarcanabeats]

AKIRA THE SAVAGE LYFE 5IVE - WETTER THAN WATER [ OFFICIAL #musicvideo ]

[melo-yello]

I finding gems I wasn’t even looking for💦😩😍

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

[fluloa]

I MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE NEYTIRI SMUT??? idk what leads up to idea so imma just jump in.. so yk how neytiri is a badass but she also has a sweet, bashful side to her? i was thinking maybe the reader is more on the dominant side but that specific day, neytiri is like “nawl i wanna be the dominant one rn 🤨” and they kind of have a back and forth where they try to out-dom each other and flirty banter and shit (LMFAO IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN THAT PART) and the reader finally gives in bc they think her determination is hot but the whole time the reader is still praising her 🤭 she has so many layers to her, you could write all types of smut for her frfr.. i’m so in love with her send help 🙏

🦕

p.s.

be the jake to my neytiri? or the other way around i don’t care 😻

YOU HAVE BEEN UP MY FUCKING ASS FOR THIS SO BE GRATEFUL DINO ANON.

You had just arrived back from hunting when finding Neytiri sat down peacefully on your shared rest place, unwinding her braids with fluent fingers. You let your bow slip from your arm and clatter to the ground, sighing in gentle exhaustion as you lean down and kiss your mate on the cheek. “So tired,” you mumble, collapsing beside her as you stretch out your limbs.

“Tired?” Neytiri asks, a soft pout of her lip that has your eyes fluttering open to look up at her. You let your gaze skim over her, black locks of curls out and layering at her shoulders, a beaded neck piece that just skims over her nipples.

“Maybe not that tired.” You murmur, rising up on your elbows, grabbing her lips in a swift kiss. You shift to push her down onto the ground, but she places a hand on your forearm.

“My love, I would like to be in charge,” she says, instead pushing you to the ground.

“Hm,” you tease, dragging a hand up her thigh from below and skimming past her loincloth to glide two fingers up her damp slit. “You sure?”

She responds by gripping at your right thigh, and moving it to sit against her hip. The movement pulls you closer to her, pressing your clothed cunt against her abdomen. You bite the inside of your cheek, skin growing warm.

"I’m very sure." Neytiri whispers, voice luxurious and smooth. She leans back down to you, catching your lips once again.

Her skilled tongue dances against yours, and her hands grab at your hips, pushing them back before pulling them right back onto her stomach. Your pussy pulses, and you blabber against her mouth as your hands find their way up into her wavy, smooth hair.

She moves your hips in an upwards circular emotion, and you let a groan slip, as the scratchy material of your loincloth rubs against your clit. It stung, but it stung so addictively good.

"Want you so bad, now..." you murmur, distorted by her tongue and lips moving swiftly against your own. Her lower body shifts, and tilts upwards, changing the contact from her stomach onto her pussy. Your fingers lock into her raven locks, twisting and tightening on the fluffy threads.

She grinds your clothed cunt against hers, her own breathy moan leaving her. You were practically dripping by now, and you feel a seep of your arousal slip past your bottoms and dribble down your thigh.

Neytiri pulls away to take a deep breath, lips messily wet and puffy. Long bangs of her black hair fall in front of her face, blue skin tinted a purply haze. She looks breath-taking. Your stomach swirls with hot anticipation.

Her eyes run to your thigh, and a shocked giggle becomes from her throat. "My love, you’re so wet."

“Mmph, I’d like to see your pussy then.” You lowly laugh, but it quickly morphs into a hazed gasp when she slides her two fingers upwards along the line of your wetness, gathering it on the pads of them. She pushes the fingers past your lips, a look of curiosity on her face.

You’re surprised by the sudden act of kink, but nonetheless suck on her warm delicate digits, your tongue swirling around them glutton-like. She gently grins, pushing them deeper into your mouth until they reach the back of your tongue.

You try not to automatically gag, eyes still remaining on hers. Then she takes them out, wiping the messy wet fingers on your thigh.

She moves herself downwards, and you gulp when her warm breath fans against your cunt. You lower your head weakly, watching as she sticks her tongue out and looks up to you, slowly flattening her tongue along your slit. Her thick length strokes up your sex, long and slow.

Your hands slap onto her shoulders, gritting your teeth as you squeak. "A-ah, Neytiri, baby.. you're teasing."

Her tongue presses against your pussy harder, then swirling around your clit threateningly. Her yellow eyes glare into yours.

"I know,” she blunts. She scoops her arms around your thighs swiftly, hands placing on the side of your stomach and thumbs bending into the skin just below your belly button.

Her tongue flicks against your padded cunt again, as her shoulders raise against your thighs, forcefully pushing them higher up. Your fingers dig into the gritty ground beneath you.

You mewl as she angles her tongue to glide amongst the inside of your folds, feathering at sensitive blotches of wet flesh, the tip teasing around your actual entrance. She then hooks her fingers around the underwear, and she pulls them down to your thighs, a slick of your fluid sticking to the material. Soft fingers rake up your slit, gathering wetness on her fingers again.

“Good girl,” you praise, pushing her head up gently into your pussy more. She likes that, because her tail flicks up. You end up pushing her again, but this time it’s to flip her onto her back. She doesn’t even realise what’s going on until you’re untying both your loincloths, kneeling in front of her as you prepare one of her legs to swing over your slim shoulder.

“Ma Y/N…” she begins, not able to hide the moan when you graze your wet pussy along her own.

“I’ll let you connect our tsaheylus, hm? That sound good?” you reason, starting to gently rock your hips. A swing of heat rushes through your stomach, immediate pleasure coming from the movement and you can’t help but sigh.

Neytiri whines, but she can’t get herself to move as you grind your pussy into hers, bumping her clit with smooth, sloppy motions. She starts bucking her hips up into you, earning a surprised gasp from your chest. Her fingers find your waist, and she finds a rough rhythm as her waist wiggles back and forth. Your mouth agapes, and Neytiri lets a grin stretch upon her plump lips.

She takes you aback when she suddenly swings herself over, causing you to tumble to the ground and now, she is on top, angling her hips to yours and—

“Ooh, shit,” you cry out, as Neytiri rocks her cunt along yours and moving her hips up and down throughout it. You feel so good, your clit catching onto hers and your wetness gooing together with hers.

“Mm…” Neytiri smiles, eyes fluttery as she watches your face contort in pleasure. “Feels so good.”

You’re the one that’s fumbling for your tsaheylu, grabbing hers from her back and connecting them in one flustered movement. Bursts of colorful emotion fills you both, the pleasure increased by a hundred and your head digs into the ground, back arching.

It only makes Neytiri strive harder, wrapping an arm around your thigh and now using it as a leverage to move your cunt faster against hers. “Shiiit— doing good. Mhm, doing so good. My beautiful girl,” you rush.

“Mhm,” Neytiri hums gratefully, leaning her face against your leg in the most adorable way as if she isn’t fucking your pussy ferociously right now. Your orgasm’s drawing near, and she knows, and you know hers is too.

“You gonna gush all over me? Please, baby.” You moan, swaying your hips up to meet her messy thrusts. “Need you to.”

“Yes, yes,” she whines. “Want you to come with me. You’re going to.” Her pace picks up a notch, pulling your body up and down forcefully. Goddamn, you would never get over her hidden strength.

The coil in your belly snaps, the wave of ecstasy crashing through your system and racking you completely until you’re left a shaking mess. She finishes right after, hitting you with another wave and you can feel tears begin to bubble up in your eyes, it’s that shockingly good. You chant her name between tiny gasps of air, fingers digging into her skin like if you let go, you’ll lose her.

Neytiri lazily slumps against you when the high’s faded out, circling a finger around your thigh with a loose smirk playing on her lips. “Look at our mess,” she comments, eyes set on the space where your bodies collide.

“Yeah,” you giggle softly. “Who’s gonna clean it up?”

She then presses a thumb at your clit, circling it gently as she watches you gasp in overstimulating horror, preparing you for what seems to be round two. “You are.”

[good-beanswrites]

THE MIKOTO FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS FIC WAS SO SILLY thats literally how i discovered you, never seen a better fic on my dash..... is there any way you could write something similar where fuuta gets water poured on him like a wet cat. now that i know the prisoners will go to ungoldy lengths to cure their boredome i need more content

LMAO thank you so much!! I so glad you liked it -- and I can assure you I would love nothing more than to pour a bucket of water on everyone's saddest wettest cat -- thank you for the request! 😂

“Everyone knows the greatest way to combat boredom is psychological warfare.” 

Yuno said it very matter-of-fact. Fuuta nodded in agreement.

Es was left to stare blankly at the two prisoners summed before them. “Is that supposed to explain why my panopticon floor is soaked, or why Fuuta is dripping water all over my office…?”

“It started a few weeks ago,” Yuno added, as if that would help.

“What started a few weeks ago?”

Fuuta shrugged. “Like she said. We got bored.”

“You got… bored.”

At last, Yuno explained. It didn’t take long, she told them, for the usual methods of entertainment to lose their charm. Conversations and games could only hold them over for so long. As soon as they lost interest in those things, she knew it was time to give the mental torture route a try. 

“Of course,” Es deadpanned.

“Of course!”

She was an expert at pranks, and from very early on she was able to see that Fuuta would be the perfect nemesis.

You see, everyone else took some time to figure out. She realized Mikoto took the fastest showers and used the most products, so it was easy to swap out one of his bottles just before a rapid wash. His hair was pink for two glorious weeks. She saw that Shidou was as organized as he was independent, so once she started moving and hiding his possessions, it took a long time of searching around in silent, stubborn confusion before he finally caught on. She noticed Muu was particular enough about the way she took her coffee that it only took one tiny tampering and a huge sip was spit directly into Haruka’s face. 

But Fuuta? Oh, Fuuta. There wasn't anything to figure out. He was like Mahiru in that way – what you see is what you get. He was unlike Mahiru in other ways – no one would ever dream of pranking her so often. But Fuuta could walk into a joke like no other. His reactions were just as big and outrageous every time. He was practically asking Yuno to prank him. And when had she ever refused a man?

“Hey!” Fuuta’s ears had gone bright red. “It’s not like I’m some pathetic loser!” He stuck his chin up. “I fought back just fine, don’t you worry.”

(That was, in fact, exactly what Es had been worried about.)

Both he and Yuno found themselves on the receiving end of some scares and fake bugs. They both had to struggle through a mouthful of something disgusting at one time or another. Important possessions went missing right at the very worst time. It was awful, they said. It was infuriating. Unbearable. So, naturally, they kept going. 

Which brought them to today’s stunt. With a little boost from Mikoto to get everything in place, and a captive audience gathered in the panopticon, Yuno pulled it off easily. 

They all peered around the corner at cell 003. Loud snoring echoed from inside, despite the late hour of the morning; Fuuta was the heaviest sleeper of the bunch. Yuno checked that everyone was in place. Then she cupped her hands around her mouth.

“Fuuta!” She called urgently. “Come quick! Get dressed, it's Es!” There was clattering around within the cell. It took everything in her to hold in a giggle as she added, “hurry!!” 

The bars swung open, tipping the carefully placed bucket of water above. 

Yuno bid Es to picture the beauty of the moment: the ice-cold water falling in a perfect, glimmering arc as it hit its target with a wonderful splat.

Fuuta froze in the entryway. He was missing a shoe. The half of his uniform he’d managed to get on wasn’t even fastened correctly. It, and the pajamas underneath, were entirely soaked through. His hair clung to his face, darkened and dripping. He swept it aside to reveal, in place of his characteristic fierce gaze, the saddest, most bleary eyes the prisoners had ever seen. His mouth gaped open in confusion. He shivered, flinging little droplets into the massive puddle below.

“I should have requested a camera…” she mused. His grogginess had worn off quickly, but there still existed a single moment where she could have snapped the funniest photo in existence. 

“Fuck off, it wasn’t that funny,” Fuuta clarified.

“Oh, it really was,” Yuno assured them.

Es delivered their scolding. They said this behavior was immature. They would not stand for nonsense like this in their prison. All further pranks and practical jokes were strictly banned. After dismissing the pair, they crossed their arms. 

Damn, they wish they could’ve been there…

[cosmicseafoam]

hearing papa secondo introduce himself for the very first time???

he’s literally so sexy for no reason I’m so in love with him

[rohansdisciple]

my whole gallary is filled with nanami rn, this man got even finer some how omg-

why not me…i deserve to have my hair pulled, i deserved to be slapped and punched around, i deserved to be chocked by nanami, i deserve to have him sling me around like a rag doll, and i most defiantly deserve to have him that close to my face…not huruta…🙁🙏🏾 -

[professionalfacesitter]

I just spent the past hour making a doc titled: Things my husband can say to make me fall more in love with him and Chile 🥵

Make one and I'll bet you'll find out!

[mars-ipan]

I LOVE DORM ROOM WASHING MACHINES. THEY WORK AS THEY SHOULD ALL OF THE TIME

[roylustang]

Personally I literally do not mind when the heat index is 103F but I just cannot do this humidity bro. I cannot live if my body can’t cool itself off.

[theturntechgod]

Get outta here with your platypus pond!!

[dollfacefantasy]

kinktober day 20 - size kink jason todd x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, size kink, tummy bulge

"That's it, baby. Take it all. Oh, look at you go. Being so brave for me."

On the surface the words are soothing, but the tone of Jason's voice fills each syllable with condescension. Not in a bad way. The sickly sweet lilt strikes the perfect chord that has you wetter than any body of water on this earth.

Your hips rise and fall in measure rolls, your cunt embracing his thick cock with every motion. You have to take it slow. Otherwise, you feel like you'll tear yourself in half.

"Jay…" you whimper, lip wobbling and eyes gleaming with the need for him to coddle you, "You're so…"

A sharp whine from your throat cuts off your own words. Your head tilts back and then hangs forward. His tip brushes your sweet spot every time you sink down on him. It makes it nearly impossible to remain coherent. You'd never met somebody who could make you malfunction like this.

"I'm so what?" he coos, prompting you to finish your statement. He already knew the words on the tip of your tongue, but he still wanted to hear them spoken into the drafty air of your apartment.

"You're so big," you choke out.

Another moan falls from your lips before you grit your teeth. Your face scrunches up in tandem with your walls clenching around his length. Vaguely, you hear him chuckle. He then pulls you close and cradles you against his chest.

"And you like that, don't you?" he whispers.

He slumps further down on the couch. His feet press hard against the smooth wooden floor beneath the two of you. The muscles in his thighs flex as he begins to pump his hips up and down. You whine and clutch at his meaty bicep, melting against his warm skin and letting him do all the work right now.

You nearly forget he asked a question at all until he continues speaking.

"I know you do, doll. You like that when you're with me, you're helpless. Don't have to think. Don't have to move. Don't have to do anything but let me use this sweet, little pussy till I'm satisfied," he says.

Your toes curl, your thighs clamping around his own. The pressure doesn't stop him from moving though, not in the slightest. You inhale sharply before nodding against his neck. Of course, you like this. You love it.

You could never get enough of Jason's body. You'd study it forever if he let you. Your pupils felt magnetized whenever they had the chance to drift along his chiseled torso or mentally map the pathways of his scars. Adoration wasn't a strong enough word for how you felt in regards to his figure. Obsession seemed more appropriate.

Fortunately for you, Jason behaved much the same about your body.

In the mornings when he thought sleep still had a strong hold on you, he'd run his fingers over every curve he could find. He'd knead the swell of your ass and press tender kisses between your shoulder blades. As you'd start to wake, he'd wrap his hands around your waist and nearly pop a boner right then and there from how large they looked in comparison.

His favorite thing in the world after a long grueling patrol fast became coming home to you. Not even thirty minutes with your delicate body washed away all the stress caused by hard and rough people he dealt with beyond these walls. Some nights he'd prop your dainty legs over his broad shoulders and dive into your slippery cunt. Other nights he'd get right down to it, shoving his fat cock inside you and watching your belly bulge with the intrusion.

Tonight hadn't been either of those. He'd been home for a change. But having you curled up to his side and pressed against him while he read a book got him worked up pretty fast. It wasn't his fault the two of you just seemed to fit so naturally together.

"My good girl. Soft and sweet all for me," he praises as he continues fucking up into you. His heavy balls lightly slap against your ass with each thrust.

Your nails dig into his shoulder as the repetitive strokes start to build on one another. Small, whimpered expletives drip from your lips like a leaky faucet. He knows you're getting there. All he has to do is ramp up his efforts a little.

His hands lock around your waist like they do on hazy mornings. Just like then, he's obsessed with the way your skin dimples beneath his digits now. He boosts you back and starts bouncing you up and down in addition to his thrusts.

Your eyes roll back at the sensation and you take your bottom lip between your teeth. You don't have to do anything in this position still. He's strong enough to hold you upright all by himself. The only thing you had to do was like he said - stay still and let yourself be used.

"Can never get enough of you, baby, fuck," he grunts. His head falls back against the sagging cushion as he keeps working himself into you over and over. He glances back up at you slightly. "Is it feeling good?"

"Mhm," you whine, "So fuckin' good. So deep. All the way inside."

Your head bobbles around with the way he jerks you up and down on his lap. He smirks at your words and the airy way you say them.

"I know. I can see it," he responds, eyes flitting down to that faint and familiar bump. Evidence of his place inside you.

You only whimper in response. He drops you back down against his chest so one of his hands can slot against your center and rub your clit in fast, tight circles. The flickering feeling draws even more noises of pleasure from you.

The edge sneaks up on the both of you fast. You fall over it first. Your body spasms and seizes between his hands, but his strong grip is enough to keep you in place. For him, it explodes in a muted burst of ecstasy before burning into a brighter one. He wraps his arms around your smaller frame and keeps you flush against his sweaty skin as he fucks his load deep inside.

The both of you stay there while you come down. His chest puffs up and down with deep breaths. Even with all his exertion, his hand rubs soothing stripes along the column of your spine. You lie against him completely motionless, limp against the muscles of his chest. A little pleasure doll all for him to play with.

[pure-smut]

haikyuu boys - nsfw headcanons.

featuring: Koutarou Bokuto, Wakatoshi Ushijima

contains: breeding kink, creampie, slightly rough s*x (Bokuto), size kink, mentions of f receiving oral and fingers (Ushijima), f!reader for both

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

word count: 1k

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MDNI | 18+ content

Koutarou Bokuto // breeding kink

Bokuto and you have been in a relationship for a few years now so you decide you want to switch from condoms to the pill. You keep it a surprise, waiting until the next time Bokuto is slotted between your thighs, grinding his bulge against your clothed pussy, his tongue lapping at yours.

Bokuto’s just won a game – a practice, but still – and is brimming with energy as usual. His hands grope your tits, teasing your nipples the way he knows you like. You moan into his mouth, growing wetter by the second.

“Inside me, Kou,” you plead. “Need you inside me.”

Bokuto’s only too happy to oblige. He quickly strips down as you tug your panties off, before repositioning himself between your legs again. It’s only when he reaches for the nightstand to get a condom that you stop him, hand on his arm. Bokuto looks down at you, eyebrows raised.

“We don’t need it,” you say with a coy smile.

Bokuto thinks his heart might burst out his chest. His golden eyes flick down to your naked pussy and his mouth waters at the idea of being inside you raw.

“Are you sure?” he croaks out. “What about…?”

“I’m on the pill.” You reach down to stroke him, feeling him throb under your touch. “I want to feel all of you, Kou.”

Bokuto makes a half-strangled noise, almost dizzy as the blood rushes to his cock. You guide him to your entrance before he takes over, leaning over you with his broad form.

As Bokuto pushes himself inside you bareback for the first time, he nearly cums on the spot.

Your walls suck him in, so warm and soft and tight. You whimper as he stretches you, the thick ridges of his cock dragging along your nerves. Bokuto wants so badly to savour this, to take his time with you, but it’s like his brain has short-circuited.

He slams himself inside you, swallowing your cry with a deep kiss. Bokuto moans into your mouth as your sweet little pussy massages his cock. There’s nothing between you and the intimacy of that alone is enough to drive him to the edge. More than that, he imagines if you weren’t on the pill.

The thought is so sudden it nearly takes him off guard. But he can’t stop thinking about it. Bokuto looks down at you, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your beautiful face scrunched in pleasure, and imagines getting you pregnant.

“Oh, fuck…” Bokuto groans at the thought, his cock throbbing.

He imagines your swollen belly and heavy breasts. He imagines getting you there, spilling his seed in you night after night until it takes. Your fertile womb soaking up his cum.

“S-shit, Kou-!” you cry out as Bokuto picks up his pace, hips snapping against yours as he fucks you harder than he ever has.

“You want my cum, baby?” Bokuto’s eyes are intense, his biceps bulging as he holds himself over you.

“Y-yes, Kou, I want your cum,” you gasp. “Cum inside me. Please.”

“Fuck!”

Bokuto cums so hard he sees spots, shooting thick ropes deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, expression dazed and chest heaving.

“Holy shit,” he breathes before huffing a laugh. “Give me five minutes and then we’re doing that again.”

Wakatoshi Ushijima // size kink

Ushijima never gave much thought to his size. It didn’t come up much as he wasn’t all that interested in getting laid. That is, until he got a girlfriend.

Ushijima’s never had penetrative sex before. A few girls have complimented him on his size but he was able to get them off without his dick so it didn’t really seem to matter to him. It’s only when he has you naked on his lap, a nervous look in your eye, that he considers his size for the first time.

“Is it too much?” he asks, a notch of concern between his brows.

“N-no, ‘Toshi.” You shake your head. “It just might take me a while to get used to it.”

That’s understandable. He nods, hands firmly on your hips as you hover over the fat mushroom tip. It’s already leaking precum, the look of you naked and beautiful in front of you while he can feel the warmth radiating between your legs. He’d made sure you’re prepped, licking your delicious pussy and stretching you out with three fingers before you got to this point. Still, you’ve never encountered a dick this big before and you can’t quite seem to quiet the nerves.

Ushijima watches with rapt attention as you slowly sink the tip of his cock inside you. His breath hitches, feeling your hot, slick walls for the first time. He realises he’s been an idiot – his fist can’t compare to this. His cock throbs as you slide down a few inches deeper.

“Good girl,” he compliments, making your cheeks tint pink. “Can you take any more?”

“M’trying.”

You bob up and down shallowly, coating his cock in your juices. Ushijima’s eyes become half-lidded, his lips parting slightly. There’s something hypnotic about watching you work him inside you, watching your brow furrow in concentration as you go deeper, so determined to take him all. He swallows hard.

“You’re doing well,” Ushijima tells you truthfully.

You try to say thank you but you’re too caught up in the feel of his cock stretching your walls. Every time you bounce, he strokes against the nerves deep inside you, making your pussy drool for him. Your juices run down the sides of his cock. Ushijima can’t stop watching – he’s never seen something so erotic.

He moves one of his hands so he can rub your puffy clit with the pad of his thumb. It elicits a lustful moan from your lips and your pussy pulls him even deeper inside you. He’s already close to cumming and you haven’t even taken him all yet.

“So… big, ‘Toshi,” you moan, eyes closing, and he has to resist the urge to fuck up into you.

Ushijima might never have given much thought to his size before but now he’s addicted to the look of you struggling to fit him.

He locks eyes with you before commanding, “Tell me again.”

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[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

It’s summer again which means I get to play the game of “the air conditioning in some building is up HIGH but if I wear warm clothes I’ll die two seconds after stepping outside

[rohansdisciple]

me after crying over how fine kento nanami ( a fictional character ) is 😄 :

[cactuscoolerr]

⋆｡˚. on camera! - itoshi rin

• nsfw

• notes: this is completely based off of a twitter porn vid lol (´∀`) for some reason i watched it and immediately thought of rin.. so enjoy!

• (here’s the video link btw! (≧∀≦)) (pls watch)

rin doesn’t send nudes. he thinks it’s stupid, a waste of time, and a huge risk to his image in case it gets leaked somehow.

nothing could’ve gotten him to send, until you asked in that sweet voice of yours with those pretty eyes one night he was real tired after a long practice. he could hardly resist you after being away from you for nearly a month now. he was growing sick of only being able to see and talk to you through a stupid facetime call.

“i miss you so much, rin rin.. miss your cock and the way you fill me up..” your gentle pout was just enough to make rin cave. his heavy sigh sounded through your phone, making your heartbeat quicken.

rin watched you on his screen, squinting slightly before nodding. “fine. get some sleep and it’ll be sent to you by morning” he spoke, looking around his room to figure out how he’d even take nudes.

you giggled softly and blew a kiss at your screen. “i love you, rin rin” the adorable smile you held on your face melted rins heart. “get some sleep too, okay? i love you so much and don’t want you getting sick”

“fine. you too”

“okay..” you smiled and reached for your phone, angling it slightly upwards, giving rin a view of your tits held by the flimsy white tank top you wore to sleep. “i love you. talk in the morning?”

rin nodded, grabbing his phone with a sigh. “uh huh. love you, hun”

you sent a kiss towards your phone before hanging up and rin set his phone down, still trying to figure out the whole sending nudes thing. he tried remembering when you’d send him nudes. pictures of your gorgeous tits in your bra or a mirror selfie while you were dressed in the pretty lingerie rin bought you.

or even your ruined cunt and fucked out face after you fucked yourself on your favorite pretty pink dildo in front of the mirror in yours and rins shared bedroom.

rin nearly scowled at the thought. it almost seemed effortless, and here he was losing his mind over it.

he stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of his hotel room, glaring at himself for even agreeing to something so stupid. “cant believe i’m even doing this..” rin scowled, pushing his sweats down a little lower than he normally had them to show off just above where his semi hard cock began twitching to life.

phone in hand, rin contemplated taking the picture, his other hand awkwardly hanging at his side. he looked utterly stupid.

with a tired groan, rin dropped his phone on the countertop and stared at himself longer, pulling his sweats back up and going to lay down on his bed, giving up and ready to type out his apology to you.

though, instead of an apology, you woke up -very excitedly - to find a video that rin had sent you. before starting the video, you were met with the image of a body that you knew all too well. the room was dark, a faint light shining on his abs that showcased perfectly the water droplets, likely from his shower.

that alone was mouthwatering as you studied it more, seeing how it cut off right before his long cock was in view for you to see. you almost wanted to call him just to curse at him, though you figured watching the video first might be worth it.

immediately, you could tell that he was close to cumming. with the way his hand frantically moved up and down out of screen, it was obvious that he was growing desperate.

you watched his other hand glide across his body, something you knew made him insanely needy. his small gasps and groans infiltrated your ears, making your breathing grow heavy and your cunt clench around nothing.

the video continued and you pressed your thighs together, practically feeling his desperation to cum while your cunt grew wetter by the second. and you almost lost it when he gasped your name, moaning through soft breaths as his cum coated his delicious abs. you almost wished you were there to lick his cum off his skin, cleaning him off before kissing him to make him taste himself and how perfect he is.

“fuck..” you breathed out, restarting the video and slowly creeping your hand into your panties while propping up your phone to watch your boyfriend cum over and over again just for your pleasure.