Wakasa Or Chifuyu Said This.

Want them in me so badddddddddddd

getting on your knees to kiss his bulge through his pants <3 you look up at him with starry eyes and a dreamy smile and he groans because you literally make his cock twitch in anticipation with just a look and a cute little kiss. then you take his cock out & he’s already leaking

ngl you’re one of my fav creators on here. don’t know why but just know your works are amazing🙄<3. just had to tell you this! have a good day/ night<3

Hey wanna get married lol? Just joking *leans back on Jeff Bezos rocket*

Okay babes, I can't feel horny alone my requests are opened

My dream friend group and going outside as often without any issue

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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hi~ I'm so sorry to disturb you..I wanted to know if you're doing fine because you haven't been online for some time. I just want to know if you're alright... please take care ❤️

love you

TW/// Life got hands damn.

You are an angel, I really love you. I’m not kidding or saying it just because, I’m saying that because you took your time to check up on me. I love you very much. I hope all is okay on your end babe❤️❤️💕

Hey my love. First of all, it’s November and I’m replying now cause my notifications are off or it’s mainly announcements. I have been caught up with life and I don’t know really, I try my best not to bring my issues on here, this is my escape place for when things get tricky in my life.

Series of up and downs this year but I survived, still feeling a bit down but I think it’s seasonal depression or something like that not sure. I do have plans to do on this acc!!! I MISS MY HORNY BIMBOS AND MY SERIES THIS PAGE IS DEDICATED TO THE SLUTS AND THE PINK LOVERS AND THE LOVER GIRLS TOO. IT IS A PLACE OF LOVE AND LUST FROM THE TOKYO REVENGER MASTERS TO YALL😆🎉💕

PLEASE I JUST GOT ON THIS APP MY PUSSY MY PUSSY.

imagine dilf! 41-year old! shinichiro hiring you, a 20-year-old college student, as his children’s babysitter.

⚠️ warning: age difference, afab! reader, baby trap, breeding kink, daddy kink, impregnation kink, jealousy, having children— MINORS, DNI.

this is actually based on my post.

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shinichiro has two children— a son and a younger daughter. his eldest is an 8-year-old boy named shintaro while the younger girl is a 5-year-old named chizuru. their mother fell ill during their daughter’s birth and died shortly after.

ever since then, shinichiro focused on raising his children— never having the chance to find another person, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to focus on them, and moreover— his children might get mistreated.

until shinichiro met you— you were his neighbor’s daughter who was looking for a part time job to earn some extra money during summer vacation.

you were the prettiest woman that shinichiro has ever seen. he remembers checking you out while you were cleaning at your parents’ backyard. you were hella hot in his eyes. that’s why, when he heard about you looking for a part time job, shinichiro did not hesitate to hire you as his children’s babysitter.

you also thought that it was a good job to start off with. besides, the children seem nice. also, their dad is hot as hell.

the children were nice towards you. shintaro was more reserved— he’s a carbon copy of shinichiro. meanwhile, chizuru was an energetic girl who loved to pull you around to show her toys and her drawings. she also likes to play some tea party with her “friends” (aka, her beloved stuffed toys) and she includes you too.

shintaro helps you when it comes to looking out on his sister. sometimes, he would also ask for your help in doing his homework.

while shinichiro’s at home, he would watch over you and the children. damn, he thought— it turns him on whenever he sees you laughing and playing around with them.

sometimes, shinichiro envisions you with a swollen belly while taking care of his children at the same time. his cock would twitch at the image formed in his head.

he’s also turned on with the way you bend over when it comes to picking up toys, whenever you wear shorts while looking after them, and whenever he tastes your cooking. whoever becomes your spouse one day would be lucky.

no, scratch that— he is the lucky man.

one day, his brother, mikey, came over to visit his niece and nephew. he helped you watch over the children because shinichiro wasn’t around.

chizuru, the younger one, teased you and her uncle mikey— saying that both of you should date and give them a cousin. meanwhile, shintaro, her brother, agreed and nodded in response.

mikey only blushed in response, rubbing the back his neck and telling them to quit making you uncomfortable.

it became even more awkward when shinichiro found mikey lying on top of you on the living room’s floor— both of you slipped on the children’s legos and small toys. mikey was blushing as he stood from the position and helped you to fix yourself. he awkwardly left the house after that.

ever since dinner, shinichiro has been awfully silent— only asking you about the children and mikey.

“how is mikey treating you?” shinichiro asked in his low voice as he took a bite from the dinner that you cooked.

meanwhile, the energetic 5-year-old butted in the conversation. raising her spoon, she answered her father before you could even open your lips. “uncle mikey should marry y/n-chan and give us cousins that we could play with!

that made shinichiro pop a vein.

you did not even know what happened— but somehow, you end up lying on his bed; his fingers playing with your swollen clit while your tongues battled against each other.

ah, now you remember— he places his head on your shoulder while you were done with the dishes. then he begins to hug you from the back. you were taken a back by his actions— but you said nothing.

you were so turned on by the way he’s touching you; his smell, how his knee would rub between your thighs while you’re trying not to make any sound as the kids were preparing to go to bed already— all of these were your fantasies with shinichiro.

“ah… do you like mikey?” shinichiro asked while kissing your neck and touching your chest. soft moans escaped from your lips as you felt him rub his cock on your behind. “can my brother make you feel this way, baby?”

you responded by looking at him— kissing his lips. in response, shinichiro inserted his tongue in your wet cavern, resulting to a makeout session and him carrying you and placing you on top of the kitchen counter.

later on, he asks you to meet him upstairs once you’re done cleaning up. so you followed his orders.

that’s how you ended up here.

after the foreplay session, shinichiro inserted himself inside your tiny pussy— your walls hardly adjusting at the size of his cock. your nails dug his shoulders as he continued to thrust inside you.

“d-damn you, y/n… making me feel like this.” shinichiro muttered under his breath, placing both of your shoulders around his head to deepen the penetration.

“sh-shinichi—“

“you’re saying my name wrong, baby.” his thrusts became slower— which caused you to mewl in desperation. your hips began to grind against him as you locked your thighs around his waist.

“d-daddy..!” you screamed loudly— but not enough to wake the kids up. he began to insert his fingers inside your throat to prevent you from making more noises.

as his hips were grinding on you faster, sheathing himself inside your tight walls, he whispered into your ears, “you want my warm cum inside you, yeah? you want me to have my child so bad, baby?”

you desperately nodded as you squirted on his raging cock. minutes later, he filled you up with his seed— not daring to pull his sword out. he doesn’t want any of his juices to be wasted.

as you were about to get off the bed, he held your wrist— pulling you closer to him and cuddling against you. a small smile appeared on your lips as he did this.

when both of you have cleaned up and are about to go to bed, shinichiro’s hands unconsciously lands on top of your belly. in his dreams you weren’t only having three— but six; six of his children.

BREEDING KINK GO BRRRRR

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💗💖💞💓💘HEY EVERYONE HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! I started this acc in summer of 2021 and I have never been so grateful to have start it. All because of you guys, my followers, my supporters, you guys have made become a lot more confident with my writing and I enjoy sending you guys your requests (some requests have baffled me lol) AND not to mention the writers who have also reached out to me and have spoken to me! believe it or not I have created a bond with you babes and til this day, I am grateful for each and everyone of you. To my bimbo family, I thank you all, to my supporters, I thank you all, and to those that took their time to reach out to me, I thank you and I am grateful my heart would say more but I WOULD BE CRYING LOL. However crying is good, it shows emotions that the heart nor tongue can say. I mean it when I say this, you hotties are the absolute best. Y’all are hilarious and so caring and sweet, I could hug all of you sugars! Please be kinder to yourself this year, eat healthier, drink water more and overall take a social media break when you feel too much of everything okay? I would not appreciate hearing that some of you AREN’T taking care *tightens hugs* BUT ANYWAY I LOVE YOU ALL BABES, STAY SEXY AND GET THE BEST D🍒💄🫶🏾😍❤️‍🔥

xoxo, 

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Y'all. This is the shit. I don't care I'm flicking ms bean tonight.

WASTED TIMES — PIERCER!MITSUYA T.

INFO. my piece for the lovely @haikyutiehoe’s pain tolerance collab <3 thank you again for having me, this was a blast to write although the end feels a lil rushed :(

FORMAT. fic

BYR. minors dni!! look the other way!! please and thank you!!

SYNOPSIS. your piercer is hot as fuck and you just so happen to be his closing customer

WARNINGS. 18+ content, implied needle usage, nipple play, sloppy kisses, tons of spit play, squirting, mindbreak, pussy/cum eating, slight dacryphilia. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY ERRORS.

“The shop downtown you mean?” Your friend’s voice was eager, high, loud enough to make you pry your phone a few inches from your ear to save yourself the potential hearing loss. Your shoes hit the pavement of the sidewalk as you made your way, eyes scanning for the same place you saw on the reviews online. “Oh good luck there, I hear their main piercer is super hot.”

The air was freezing, hitting your skin and making your hands tingle with how cold they became. “Oh yeah?” A hint of nervousness could be heard, hidden in your cocky tone. Whether or not you considered yourself bold and confident, this scenario proved that you were only human, faltering at new experiences.

The anticipation in your gut was heavy, but something felt off. You weren’t sure if it was your outfit choice or the price of your appointment or even the decision of what you were going to grab to eat after this. Something felt weird and uncertain and it left a bitter taste on your tongue.

“I’m almost there, so I’m gonna hang up,” you barely gave her a second to protest, ending the call and shoving your phone in your bag. The bright light up signs about pinch n poke’s illuminated the sidewalk and the cars parked on the side of the street. You’ve finally made it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take another step. The nerves were catching up to you and you took a few deep breaths, plastering a smile and alarming the workers and customers with the bell at the door as you stepped in.

It was obvious that this place was on the smaller side, the waiting room only consisting of two leather chairs and a smaller coffee table in the middle, magazines about fishing and fashion and whatnot spread on the glass top. There was a unique resting area behind the furniture, a small place under the big window where anyone could rest and stare at the cars passing by.

The receptionist was pretty, as well as on the older side, her forehead wrinkling up as she raised her eyebrows at you and offering a warm smile. “You’ve arrived! Did you find this place okay?” She buttered you up, waving for you to come up to the marble desk, shuffling around for a pen.

“I did, but I also looked at a few pics on the internet prior to this,” you admitted with sincere eyes and a shrug, examine the paperwork that she slid your way. You took your time signing in the respective areas, flipping paper after paper.

Music came from the speakers on the ceiling, light rock easing the awkward silence as she waited patiently for you to finish up initialing the documents. It was a little too quiet and you wondered if there was even a piercer here at all, seeing as the waiting room was empty ever since you stepped in.

“Ah,” you tended to your cramping hand, massaging around your fingers as you finally finished, earning a hearty laugh from the woman behind the counter. “That was pretty intense for some paperwork.”

She nodded in response, smile never leaving her face as she reviewed and made sure you answered everything properly. With the given time, your curious eyes scanned the shop once again, noticing little by little that a lot of work had been put into this building. The floors looked recently updated, shiny and polished so well that you could see your reflection if you looked close enough. Many framed certificates were lined up nicely on the walls, as well as pictures of what you assumed were some of the workers proudest pieces.

One was a guy, handsome if you may add, with longer blonde hair and a tattooed dragon on the side of his head. He was flexing his bicep, showing a fresh symbol covering his swollen and red skin. It wasn’t labeled, just hung in a nice place on display for everyone to see if they allowed their gaze to wander.

“Wanna sign up for a tattoo appointment as well?” A smooth voice made your breath hitch in your throat, head instinctively snapping towards the direction and only to be found with one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen.

His hair was a nice length, dark and framing his face nicely. His eyebrows had a matching slit on either side, also dark and contrasting with his pale face. The bags under his deep eyes were dark, he looked in need of a rest. An earring sat on his earlobe, black and round with a cross circling the shape. He had a lazy smile on his face, lips plump and glossy with a recent chapstick application. He wore protective gloves, slender fingers covered in the shiny plastic, the tightness accentuating the very few veins he had.

Suddenly, your mouth became dry. It was weird how that was the only thing you could think about in a moment like this one. Your tongue was dry, it felt as though you hadn’t had a drink in a century. Your saliva had disappeared and you craved water or juice or even some milk. Something.

“I apologize,” you caressed the back of your neck, just now realizing that you were quite literally staring this poor guy down like a predator ready to leap at their prey. You felt your cheeks heat up as you caught him taking a few steps forward from the corner of your eye. His hand placed itself on your shoulder, and once you looked up, you were met with the sexiest smile.

“Let’s get ya to the room, ‘kay?”

Right. A piercing. You were here to get pierced, by this guy, who you heavily assumed was your piercer. That’s what was supposed to happen, that’s what’s expected to happen. So why were you getting excited? Why did you hold your breath as you were embraced by his arm? Why were your panties suddenly becoming uncomfortable and finally, why was your mouth so damn dry?

The hallway felt so unbearably long, you were sure he could feel your uneven breathing in his hold but he wouldn’t let up. Your hands stayed clasped together behind your back as you allowed him to guide you into the final room at the end of the hallway, holding the door open for you before shutting it behind him gently.

Compared to the other areas of the building, this room was especially cold, an AC installed and running in the window at a low setting. You could only keep your head low as you sat your ass on the piercing chair. The lights were abnormally bright and they had you squinting, you wondered if this was their regular brightness or if he just needed to turn them down.

“My bad,” he cursed to himself, quickly turning the brightness down and maneuvering the lamp out of your face. You giggled at how fast he reacted, the laughs leaving one by one slowly relaxing your muscles. The atmosphere he provided was comfortable and you stared with doe eyes as you watched him mess with his tools.

Your piercer must have felt your eyes on him, and he offered a smirk over his shoulder. “Nipples, huh?” A hint of teasing nature dripped off of his words, the sound of metal clashing together giving you goosebumps. “That’ll be interesting.”

Shit. He was really handsome, admittedly, and the fact that his first encounter with you will also include you being topless?

The look on your face made it obvious to him that you were nervous, perhaps even rethinking your choices. That can’t do, no no, it’s his job to make you feel comfortable and relaxed. To do a good job, but even then he could admit to himself that he was a little too excited about this opportunity.

“What’s with that look? You nervous?” He teased on and on, preparing for your piercing, a rush of sudden cold air making him shiver to himself. “No need. I’m Mitsuya, I’ll be your piercer today. ‘m gonna take care of you.”

Butterflies fluttered around your stomach at his words and the very obvious flirtatious tone. You bit your lip, chest rising and falling a bit harsher than it was just moments ago. The cool leather you were seated on helped soothed your heated skin.

The silence reminded you that you hadn’t responded, so you started by telling him your name with a shy glint in your eyes as you peered up at him through your lashes. His hand was bigger than yours, warm to the touch, enveloping yours in a welcoming handshake. It was easy to tell that this guy was a total pro, he made making you feel comfortable seem so easy. This was a skill that could only be learned throughout years and years of experience.

It was finally time. You had been anxious about this piercing, simply because it was not only revealing and personal between you and your piercer but also because it could potentially hurt like a bitch, no matter what your pain tolerance may be. Nipple piercings always appeared sexy, appealing. Despite the months and months of planning, nothing could ease your nerves.

“Have you done this before?” You asked as your breathing increased, Mitsuya’s attention now solely on you.

“I have, yeah. No one quite as pretty as you, though.” You jumped as Mitsuya’s fingers graced your skin. His touch made you oddly sensitive and your panties felt sticky already, how embarrassing. “My apologizes, but we gotta get these hard. Is it okay if I touch you?”

You almost whimpered in response, but the shock held you back. Could they really do this? Is he actually about to play with your nipples right now?

A hesitant nod gave him the green light he needed before his palms brushed them upwards. Your back arched lightly off the chair and you mewled at the sensation. It’s been too long since you’ve been touched, and you knew this was just his job, but your self control was wearing oh so thin.

Suddenly, you were reminded yet again that your mouth was so dry. It was an inconvenient time but it was starting to get irritating. “‘m sorry, do you have anything I can sip on?”

Mitsuya’s eyes dragged from your lips up to your eyes, deep and dark while also holding so much lust and emotion. While you were left breathless, melting at every touch and flick he offered you, he was having an internal war in his head. Questions were flying back and forth on whether he should really make sexual advances, this could damage his entire career.

You were just so fucking beautiful, though. It would be a shame to pass up this kind of opportunity, especially since you were already becoming needy for him.

“Sorry, love,” he murmured, enclosing your body with his arms on both sides of your head, the proximity allowing you to notice his cologne. It was an unforgettable scent, an undertone of citrus with a heavy amount of expensive fragrance. The fumes got you drunk and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out without being fucked. “I don’t have anything on hand for you to drink, we can compromise though, hm?”

You didn’t even feel yourself nod, but you must have, because before too long his lips were covering yours. They were heavy and soft and it felt as though they were magnetic against yours, sliding so nicely, the sounds of gentle slurps and spit being shared making your thighs squeeze together.

He cured your thirst with his saliva, tongues massaging before he sucked on yours gently, his fingers never leaving your jaw. It was good that he had a nice grip on you, otherwise you were sure that you’d slump backwards onto the protective paper around you.

You drank up his spit like water and he let you have as much as you wanted, succeeding in continuing the rhythm the two of you created with your lips. He felt your eyebrows furrow as he kneaded your breasts and his stomach could only twist and turn at the feeling of your nipples hardening so fast with his actions.

“You’re totally lovin’ this,” he murmured, breaking the strand of saliva connecting your tongues, one thumb caressing your temple while the other rolled your bud. He found an almost sadistic pleasure watching your body jolt the way it did, he was out of his damn mind.

Through all of this rubbing and touching and moaning, you hadn’t said a word, only using a hand to cover up your mouth and leaning forward to feel more friction. You were shy and timid.

Mitsuya didn’t like his bitches shy and timid.

“I’m not sure where you’re comin’ from, but I was always taught to use manners,” he emphasized his words with tugs and pulls of your nipple, making your back arch off of the bed, hearts glowing in your pupils in response to his generosity. “What d’ya think? Don’t you have something to say to me?”

“T-thank you. Thank you s’much!”

“You’re welcome, princess.”

There was so much motion within such a small and compact room that the air became thick, nearly hard to take a deep breath in. The piercing was long forgotten, but this was much more desirable. With all of the inconveniences lately, it had been a long time since you’ve been in a situation like this, held and kissed. You only decided to blame the part of you that was touchstarved for whatever happened next.

Mitsuya acted as a fountain filled with the purest water in the middle of some hot ass desert. After miles upon miles of walking without a drink, anyone would be stupid enough to not take at least a sip.

This was bigger than a sip. His hands were traveling lower, your moans were getting higher, the tempo was speeding up and there was no denying the electricity running through your veins. You were being greedy and chugging every last drop.

“Fuck me,” your lips trembled, eyes scanning his blushing face and his bruised lips. A thin coating of sweat made his hair stick fast and somehow a button on his shirt came undone. His sex appeal was through the roof and this only made your panties wetter. “Please fuck me.”

The bed was starting to get uncomfortable to sit on, ass planted flat against the tough material, you were dying to relieve the feeling. Any partner would feel pressure of making the other feel good, but Mitsuya radiated a confidence that created suspense and longing for more. He knew what he was doing, he was skilled and precise and there was no room for improvement because he was simply the best at working a woman’s body.

Within a matter of minutes, your panties were pooling around your ankles, your shirt was pushed up past your chest in a haste. You were exposed and put on display, legs hanging off of either side of the bed. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and became wrinkled, but that was a given. There was something about the way his eyes bore into you that made you squirm and shy away.

In reality, he was contemplating whether or not to take his time, feel your cunt slowly invite him in and milk him dry. Place passionate kisses along the crook of your neck and whisper the words of a saint. Another part of him wanted to fuck you senseless, leave your tits shaking with the force of his thrusts and have you clawing at his back for some form of stability.

So many possibilities, so many different ways to fuck you. He wanted to try them all, he wanted all the time in the world to study your body, learn all of the little things that could make you cum. Most importantly, he needed to hear you whimper out his name and he needed that now.

“You’re precious, aren’t ya?” Mitsuya planted an open mouthed kiss on your neck, closing the space between you two and hooking both of your legs around his waist. It was unexpected just how big of an effect he had on you, the smallest touch sending your hands in a frenzy to find a spot for leverage. You settled with his hair, threading your fingers through the soft black locks. You remembered the singular earring hanging off of his earlobe, wasting no time to lean up and lick and suck around the lobe, dragging your tongue along the shell of his ear and smooching behind it. “Precious girl. It’s too bad I’m gonna slut you out.”

A palm was planted on your stomach, pushing you gently back down, leaving you entirely exposed to his eyes and his eyes only. He could go on and on about how beautiful you looked, splayed out like this, but his cock was straining too much in his jeans. The sounds of the pants unbuttoning made you clench around nothing, pussy slick sliding down your inner thigh.

The pad of his thumb gathered some, sliding it across your clit. Your eyes rolled back at the small bit of attention, but you were sent to heaven at the feeling of his tip flush against your folds, teasingly tracing the outline of your greedy pussy.

His fingers stopped before they were used to spread you, eyes trained on the dripping hole. “Look at ya, fuckin’ soaked,” you couldn’t look him in the eyes, the humiliation causing your heart to drop down to your ass.

“S-stop staring like that!” He was surprised at your bravery, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to chew at. You were just too damn cute. “Please, need you inside already, please.”

Your hand moved on its own, shakily wrapping it around his length, flinching at how warm it was and struggling to wrap the whole way around. You pumped it gently, eyes nearly crossing at the mere thought of it filling you up. A curse cut the sharp air and your hands were pinned above your head, you didn’t have to say anything, begging with your eyes was enough to make Mitsuya crack.

“Be careful what you wish for,” the sloppy noise of his dick fucking into you echoed within the room, both of you gasping into each other’s mouthes at the irreplaceable feeling. Nothing could get better than this, you were so glad you made this appointment. “‘m gonna wreck this pussy.”

Before you could even think about biting back, Mitsuya had your legs in the air, rocking into you with a pace that no one has, your tongue spilling out of your mouth as it hung open. You were like light work to him, he had you bending in different directions, angling his dick just right with ease.

“Fuck!” Your body shook violently as you grabbed at his collar, hands sliding down until they rested on his stomach, which was littered with scars. This guy had definitely lived an interesting life, you decided as you took his cock. There were various marks that probably carried all sorts of memories and he was fucking you so good that you felt as though you were falling in love. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know him after this, but that wasn’t important right now.

Dark orbs followed your tits with every move, his teeth marks surrounding your perky nipples. Your pretty skin glistened with sweat under the ring-light above you guys, accentuating your curves and rolls and any stray marks you may have.

Mitsuya took the time, chasing your pleasure more than his own, gripping your hips and bouncing you against his dick until you shuddered beneath him. “Gonna cum?” His condescending voice was in your ear, bouncing around the walls of your fucked out mind, left unanswered because you truly couldn’t process what he asked. “You are, I feel it, gonna cum all over this cock. Go ‘head, baby. I’ve got ya.”

A thick ring of cream coated his length as he pulled out, your breathing troubled, eyelids wrinkled with how tight they were closed. You were surprised to feel his warmth leave, but you nearly screamed once his tongue lapped at your swollen clit within seconds.

“‘m dirty, Mitsuya!” You swatted at his shoulder, realizing you’ve lost once he swung your leg over his shoulder, tongue-fucking your twitching hole and drinking up the cum your cunt offered. There was no way he was a stranger at eating pussy, he flicked his tongue just right and slurped you up like he’s done it a thousand previous times. This guy was so talented, it left you with tears in your eyes. It was hard to tell what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

It was hot, if anything, that he was so focused on your pleasure and making sure you got to cum. He provided multiple services, whether it be a piercer or a sex partner, and he excelled in all of it.

Once he came back up, you couldn’t rip your eyes away from the sight. His hair was so messy and crumbled from your relentless pulling and tugging. His lips were glossy, parted just a bit, eyebrows raised up as if he were pleased with the taste. The tip of his nose was creamy with your essence, pupils blown wide. He knew he was pretty. He knew his gaze was intoxicating and he used to to his advantage.

“Don’t cry,” your tears were wiped with his knuckle, the trails left on your cheeks kissed away as he slipped his cock back in, your lewd sounds being drowned with his mouth over yours. “No need to, I promise ‘m gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?”

There wasn’t even a window of time to answer him, his cock was drilling into you again, your ankles locking together as they crossed behind his back. The skin of your ass slapped against the skin of his pelvis, both areas sore with the harsh impact. Neither of you let up, the moment the two of you were sharing was way too deep for either of you to care.

Mitsuya’s tongue was flat as it covered your nipple, body bent to meet your breasts, the licking and sucking making your pussy pulse with neediness. Stimulation sent your senses plummeting to the ground, your entire body overwhelmed with all of these feelings.

Your pretty nipples were being rolled around and tugged and played with, wet with his spit, his tongue swirling while the other bud was being flicked and rubbed with his fingers. His cock fucked into you feverishly, your pussy slick spreading across both of your thighs, sticky and wet and hot. Your clit throbbed, begging to be played with, little cunt desperate for cum to fill it.

No one has fucked you like this.

You wanted to cum more than anything, but this high felt different, it felt heavier and you wanted to beg him to slow down. Your fist felt like pokes against his chest, balled up and slamming into it weakly to get him to back up. Before you could choke any words out, your pussy was squirting all over his thighs and dick.

“Atta girl,” the wet feeling was too much to handle, and he found himself pulling out and fisting his dick at the sight of your squirting pussy. You clenched around nothing, moaning like a bitch, voice like a broken record as you said his name over and over again. His cum came in strands, spilling all over your stomach, sliding down your sweaty skin. “Fuckkk.”

Your orgasms were nothing but bliss-filled, the after sex clarity hitting as you both calmed your breathing. Realization hit that you two just fucked upon meeting and suddenly, even after all of that bold sexual activity, you both got shy and couldn’t meet each other’s eyes like a bunch of dorks.

The room was a fucking disaster. Of course, you were both decent people, so you took the responsibility head on considering you were the cause of such a mess. Mitsuya was wiping you up with paper towels, offering you kind smiles as you fixed up your clothing. “So, you still want the piercing?”

Chifuyu is the type to shoot blanks. Your womb is that good of a vaccuum cleaner it had him wanting seconds, thirds, fourths and fifths.

He stops midway to suck that neglected clit up cause "fingers aren't working" for you. Brat. Doesn't faze him though he's happy to shut you the fuck up and tune into the dumbfounded fucked state. The hottest when you're breathless, chest heaving, thighs quivering and legs almost giving out so soon that Fuyu had that hold you down

"Baby don't go sleeping on me now.. cmon amor just one more you knew this was coming that pussy is far too good cookie"

He whimpers and oh so pretty moans honestly. He never dissapoints and change turn something so simple like making out into a fully clothed porn scene?? Does that even make sense? No but with him it does when you hesitate to kiss him back lol. He lovessss grinding to the beat of whatever song plays in the background it heightens his senses and gosh he's turned on even more. Gets alot more freaky and straight up is so lewd in your ear oh lawd. Hickeys plastered all over, look like bruises on you even got some of the men in the gang aiding in medical treatment. I mean yeah sure but the soreness be in your thigh region ;^

I WANT A HUGEPENIS IN MY MOUTH. ESPECIALLY MITSUYAS ABD YUUTA

gf who never stops rambling 🤝 bf who never stops staring at her lips