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notiddygxthgf · 16 days

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Boyfriend | Aki Hayakawa

★ pairings: aki x f!reader

★ synopsis: being aki's favorite girl has many perks.

★ a/n: i couldnt stop thinking about boyfie!aki omfg... brainrot.

★ c.w.: fluff, nicknames, smut(ish). no beta we die like... ahem.

1. He's thoughtful!

Aki is notoriously attentive when it comes to his line of work, but nothing compares to how attentive he is when it comes to you and your needs. He can read you like a book. It's just something about those eyes of yours, something about the way you look at him that tells him all that he needs to know about you -- he's got you all figured out.

When it's a party or a work event, he can see your expression a mile away. You would be perched in the corner, anxiously swirling your drink around. He'd reach an arm around you, pulling you close enough that your shoulders would bump into his chest. "Do you want to leave?" He'd ask. And how could you refuse -- when he made it sound so tempting?

He'll remember little things about you -- the shows you like, your favorite foods, your favorite fabrics to wear. His brain is like a little notepad, full of facts about you. When you're having a particularly, bad day, he'll bring home a container of your favorite soup from the place up the street he knows you love. He'll treat you to trinkets and sweaters (sometimes printed with the name of the last town he visited on the mission, sometimes they were his) and whatever stupid little thing makes him think of you (seriously, he brought you a rock with googly eyes from a gift shop in Shibuya once because, and quote, "It reminds me of you").

He knows your body like the back of his hand; knows where you like being kissed, touched, caressed, held. He knows you like it's second nature, like you're an extension of himself.

2. He can cook

You're grateful for that, considering that if he couldn't cook, the two of you would have been completely fucked. You're about as gifted in the kitchen as a toddler with a wooden spoon.

It's okay though. He doesn't mind. He loves cooking for his pretty girl. Curry, Stews, Rice, Chicken -- whatever your little heart desires (or whatever he's decided is on the menu for tonight). And he's good at it, too. He's got a real talent for cheffing it up. The kind of talent that makes you moan words of praise through mouthfuls of food while you chow down.

"You like it?" He'd ask, a teasing lilt tinging his words.

"Fuckin' perfect," You'd reply, voice muffled by mounds of food. "You got a gift."

He wouldn't have believed it had it come from anyone else. But for you? He would have to make an exception.

He only wished he could make enough for you to take leftovers. With two ravenous roommates, however -- the kind that scarf down just about everything but the plate -- that was kinda hard.

(Still, whenever he could, he would sneak a few extra servings into some containers to give to you.).

3. Super Affectionate

You love it when he comes home to you. You love it when he collapses into your arms and wraps his strong arms around you, swaddling you entirely with his warmth. You love when he takes you out with him -- takes you shopping, takes you on dates, takes you on grocery runs to get a brief moment of peace from his roommates.

Aki is nothing if not proud of his girlfriend. Though usually quite timid and stoic, he has no qualms about claiming you in public. (sometimes in a family bathroom stall, if it's one of those days). He'll walk around with his hand on your lower back, your waist, your hip, your ass -- whatever he can get ahold of to let the world know that you're his.

It's usually you who initiates the PDA. He's the one who runs with it.

It'll start with a kiss to his lips, his jaw, his neck, his nose. That's all it takes for him to be pulling you in for more, suddenly rather careless about who sees the two of you. He'll ask you for a kiss. Then another. Then another. Then one last one (it's a trap).

And you, being the lovestruck idiot that you are, you'll stand up on your tippy toes and give him all of the kisses you can muster.

At work parties, you're never far from him -- never out of his line of sight. He said something about his coworkers being "dogs", but you had yet to experience even a double glance in your direction. Being with Aki was like having a bodyguard.

He loves it the most when you sit on his lap. He'll pull you close to him by the waist, hugging your legs from where he's seated. He'll let you entertain his drunken coworkers for a few minutes, perhaps even a few comments from Denji about your looks, and then he'll tug you down to take a seat where you belong (in his lap. no one else's. his lap).

Your pretty face would flush for a moment, stuttering to find the words to continue what you had been saying. He didn't care about anyone else when you were around -- you made him needy. Still, he would hide his blushing face in your neck, your shoulder. Breathe in the scent of your expensive perfume, the scent of your skin that was so uniquely you.

Baby, he'd call you.

Princess, Mama, Angel face.

He couldn't keep the pet names away. It was what gave your relationship away to everyone to begin with, after all. It had been a small meeting with a few Devil Hunters, only two beers in, and you had handed him his third.

"Thanks, Baby," He murmurred, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head back. His eyes widened the moment he realized what he had done.

"Baby?" Himeno repeated.

"Baby?" Denji echoed.

"Like, an infant?" Power chimed in. Denji went to explain.

Aki sputtered profusely, hurried chants of, "Wait, wait--" leaving his lips. And you would just laugh, letting him feel the backlash from his coworkers.

"You are dating! I fuckin'-- HIC! -- knew it!" Himeno pumped her drink in the air. "You lyin' little shit."

Not like the way he looked at you didn't give it away from the beginning.

4. Way with words

He loves to spoil his girl. Not just with money (although he certainly doesn't hesitate to buy you whatever your heart desires, or to send you a couple thousand to treat yourself to something nice).

He spoils you with his words, with his saccharine tongue that overflows with pretty things the moment the two of you are alone.

"My pretty girl," He'll say. "Only mine. Only for me."

"Only for you," You'll say back.

He has a certain way with words. Perhaps it's the bluntness of it that makes you fall harder for him. He never hesitates to tell you exactly what's on his mind.

It's a whisper of, "I love you," against your cheek.

It's a grumble of, "Want you," while he leaves fleeting touches of your waist and hips.

And God, he knows how to talk your panties right off.

Lips pursed around a cancer stick, he'll breathe out everything you want to hear.

"'M gonna marry you some day," He'd say. "If I don't, I'll die trying."

"I love the way you look in that dress."

"Your eyes look so pretty."

"You take me so well, pretty."

Whoops. Did I let that last one slip out?

Well, then, I suppose that leads me to number 5.

5. Fantastic Lover

Aki is gifted in a multitude of ways. One of your personal favorites? His hands. His hands on your face, your chest, your lips -- his rough grip on your hips while he devours you.

He loves to spoil you with his attention. Sometimes, that means he'll have you clawing at the bed with anticipation before he even thinks about going faster.

"Can't rush perfection," he'd say.

And you'd tell him, "Shut up and fuck me."

He can't get enough of you. On the bed, on the floor, on the kitchen counter while everyone is still asleep -- he's addicted to the taste of you whenever he can have it. He loves the way you fall apart around him, around his tongue, hips jumping up to ride his face.

He's told you he'd die a happy man if you crushed him. You think that might be the truth.

His fingers are long and thick -- a little calloused, but none the less gentle as they press against your neck, as they slip into your needy pussy. He works you open like it's his job, effortlessly finding that spongy place inside of you that makes you gasp out for him, makes you clutch at his inky black hair as he leans in to give you an experimental lick.

You love his tongue. Devilish thing he is, he'll eat you out for his own pleasure -- until you're clawing at him, tugging the sheets off of the corners, leaving a trail of wetness on his fingers. He has this way of sucking and fucking you so divinely that you forget your name -- suddenly, the only one you can think of is his.

"Aki..." You'd whine. Quietly, still, but getting a little louder while you crept closer and closer to your peak.

"Quiet, Baby," He would hush you, adjusting your legs over his shoulders while he devoured you. "Don't want anybody to hear you, hmm?"

He'll eat you out until you're begging for more, pleading for him.

And then, if you've been good, he'll give it to you -- all of him, everything he has to offer. He'll pound you so far into the mattress that the next morning, when you get up to eat breakfast with him and his roommates, you can do nothing but avoid eye contact at all costs, limping into the kitchen and sitting down slowly (lest you hurt your tender back, the one he'd blown out).

"Rough night?" Denji had asked you once, munching on a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

You swallowed thickly, nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice the way you were glancing between him and Aki, whose back was turned to the three of you while he finished cooking.

You scooped some eggs onto your plate, taking a bit onto your fork and shoveling it into your mouth (to give you an excuse to not reply).

But you'd be found out soon enough.

"Sure sounded like it," Power added, tilting her head at you. "Were you injured?"

Aki choked, but disguised it with a cough.

You quirked your brow. "No, why?"

Denji looked up at that, pausing to swallow before he gave his two cents. "You sure?" He asked (teasingly). "We could hear you crying out from down the hall."

You choked on your egg. Aki turned the stove off, whipping his head around to promptly whack Denji on the back of his head with the spoon he had just been stirring up eggs with.

a/n: hiiii! just a quick little drabble. i've been on a csm craze for the last week! (aki's been getting me through the week long period of grief that follows a brutal midterm week). feel free to request some more (reqs say closed but ill do it for my king aki....) who knows! if u guys like it enough (and maybe beg real nicely) i mightttt do another part (or publish this 45 page aki smut i've been sitting on lololosdjfkg). comment and reblog ur thoughts!! i love reading them.

comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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pastelclovds · 1 year

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They are afraid of riding your face cause they worry they might crush your head, but you tell them that you know they would never hurt you (and that you would be happy to die by being suffocating by their thighs and ass). But as soon as your tongue passes their tight ring of muscles, they will silently cry while riding on your tongue until their legs grow tired. They slowly grow addicted to the feeling of your wet tongue moving inside them. This continues for a while until you slip two fingers in their asshole while your tongue is still inside them, the knot in their stomach bursts as they let out a surprised moan, cumming untouched onto their belly. They always want to ride your face since then.

BUBBA SAWYER, BRAHMS HEELSHIRE, VINCENT SINCLAIR, REINER BRAUN, CHOJI AKIMICHI, BEAM (CSM).

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑

Kishibe

Pairing: Kishibe x f!Reader

Summary: Kishibe comes across his pretty neighbor in an inappropriate website, and ever since, becomes obsessed with her. Of course, he'll say he's infatuated, not obsessed

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Pornstar!Reader, Obsessive Kishibe (yanderish), Age Gap (Reader 20s, Kishibe 50s) Dub-Con, Masturbation, Panty Stealing, Nipple Play, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Non-Consensual Filming, Kishibe Breaks into reader's apartment and is called a perverted old man a lot

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Kishibe isn’t often interested in the life of his neighbors. He’s too busy with his own life to care about them. That is until he notices the pretty neighbor that moves in next door. She immediately catches his eye. She’s stunning– A bit too young for him dare he say. She’s sweet enough to greet him every time she spots him, which makes him like her a bit more. Sure, he finds it annoying when other neighbors greet him. But not the girl next door.

Whenever he sees you, you always look so pretty. Wearing your best outfit (one that doesn’t cover much up, but he doesn’t mind), your makeup and hair carefully done, nails always matching your outfits, and finally, the sweetest smile on your face. He feels as if you’re sweeter with him than with the other neighbors, but of course he’s biased. He thinks the cute girl next door has a crush on him, and he’ll deceive himself.

Nothing happens between you two, though. You greet each other, occasionally asking how your day is, but it never goes beyond that. You’re young enough to be his daughter, so he doesn’t really care that your relationship doesn’t develop further. The scenes that play in his head are just fantasies, and it’s best if they stay like that.

Your relationship– If it can even be called a relationship, stays platonic. He doesn’t do anything to fulfill the fantasies that run through his mind, that is until he finds you on a certain website. You don’t even try to do anything to hide your face. He feels as if all the blood rushes from his head to his dick.

You, his cute neighbor, are pushing your panties to the side, getting two fingers wet with your saliva before you bring them down and run them through your folds. His eyes are nearly popping out of his head as he watches you. Maybe his drinking has caught up to him, and he’s hallucinating that it’s you running your fingers through your cute little cunt, while in fact it’s someone else. So he shuts his eyes for a second, and when he opens them, you’re still there.

“Hmm… Need your dick inside of me.” You say, and he knows that it’s your voice. You’re playing with your clit, and he has to pull his pants down. He has to appreciate every moment of this video, because that’s the only way he’ll ever accomplish any of the scenarios that play in his head every time he sees you. He feels like such a dirty old man while he strokes his dick at the video of his neighbor. “Need you so bad, daddy.”

“Fuck–” He groans, playing with himself while he watches toy with your pussy. He’d do anything to be able to do that to you. To finger you, get you so worked up around his fingers and have you come undone on him. He’d pay almost any amount of money to have you in front of him, doing all of what you’re doing in the video. He’d pay a year’s worth of his salary to simply have you naked in front of him.

“I’d do anything for your cum…” Are the last words he hears before he comes all over his hand. He pauses the video, and he takes a moment to catch his breath. It’s almost embarrassing how fast he finished. He looks at the username of your account, making sure to remember it. He clicks on the username and finds a lot more videos. Many that he will be watching. Although he feels awkward and ashamed for even opening the video.

“Good morning, neighbor.” You wave at Kishibe, and he waves back at you. To him, you’re important enough to wave at. Lately, you’re more than important enough. He holds you on a pedestal, and he doubts anything will change it. He’s thinking with his dick.

A month after he finds your videos, he’s infatuated with you. You’ve completely infiltrated and damaged his mind. You’re like a goddess to him. He could only ever dream of getting with you because you seem completely unattainable. It’s completely weird how he’s almost obsessed with the woman next door.

When you walk away, Kishibe looks around to make sure he’s left alone. He has to wait a minute or so before he walks to your door and lifts up the mat. He grabs the spare key that’s underneath the mat and opens the door to your apartment. He’s trespassing and invading your privacy, but he’s already done so by watching the videos that are online. Kishibe will be late to work, but he couldn’t care less. He has to first run this little errand.

He enters the place and shuts the door. He takes off his shoes before wandering around the place. The place is a bit disorganized, which he can’t blame you for since you weren’t expecting any visitors. He doesn’t care too much to be in the living room nor kitchen, neither place has what he wants. He spots your room, and makes his way over there.

When he enters your bedroom and notices that it’s more organized than the living room and kitchen. He stands around for a moment, looking around the room. He quickly spots the place where most of your videos are filmed. He can tell by the painting above the bed frame, which isn’t hard to distinguish. The camera setup is put away, which is what he’d expect considering you aren’t home to film yourself.

However, Kishibe isn’t here to admire the place where you film yourself. He walks to your cabinet and begins to open drawers, looking for your underwear. He isn’t obsessed, he just really loves this specific pair that you’ve worn in a couple of videos. He needs them for himself. It’ll raise some suspicions, but he doesn’t care. You’ll end up thinking you lost them doing laundry or something along those lines. But he doesn’t find them. He goes through all the pairs you have in the drawer, and no sight of the pair he wants.

Too many cute pairs, some that he has yet to see in your videos, but nonetheless, he doesn’t want any of them. He doesn’t find the pair he wants in your drawer, which puts a smile on his face as he walks to the closet to look for your dirty laundry basket. He finds it, and he fights a grin as he rummages through your dirty laundry. His eyes shine when he finds the pair of panties, all used up. He grabs them, bringing them up to his nose. He smells them and all the blood goes straight to his dick, which is a normal reaction for him just at the thought of you.

He stops when he hears the keys that rattle the front door, and his eyes widen. His heart races, getting inside the closet and closing it so he can hide. He walks to the corner and hides behind some long dresses. You forgot something because you’re not usually home this early. He just hopes that what you forgot isn’t in the closet.

He can’t fully close the closet before you walk inside, so he can see outside. He watches you walk into the room, and he holds his breath. The tiniest sound can get him caught. Even a breath that’s too loud. You’re looking inside some of your drawers, and he’s praying that you don’t look inside the panty drawer and see how messy he left it.

When you find what you need, you rush out of the room and he exhales. He finally takes a deep breath. He shoves your panties into his pocket, and when he hears the door lock, he rummages through your laundry basket once again, looking for more panties that he can take back to his home.

He walks out of the closet and the bedroom. He’s at the front door and looks for his shoes, but he can’t find them. His mind is hazy, so there’s a probability he walked out of his apartment just with his socks. He doesn’t think too hard about it so he walks out of the apartment before you come back, looking for something that you forgot.

At eight in the night, Kishibe hears a knock on his door. He stands up, groggily since he was just about to go to a certain website to watch a certain neighbor play with herself, especially with the little treat that he got for himself. But someone desperately needs him, at least it seems like that because they keep desperately knocking on the door. His frustration quickly goes away when he sees you standing there.

“Hey, how can I–” He begins, but he notices the pair of shoes that you hold up. You pout your pretty lips, your brows furrowed as you look at him. You’re trying your best to not smirk as you look at him.

“Mister, did you lose your shoes?” You question, before you slightly push him to the side so you can enter his apartment. He made himself welcome in your home, why can’t you do the same thing? You put his shoes down on the floor before you walk to the living room. “What a nice home.”

“Thank you.” He answers. You clearly aren’t bothered by the fact that he was inside your home. You found out immediately that he was in there, yet he’s not locked up. So the man figures that he has a chance. He closes the door and walks back to the living room. “I’m Kishibe.”

“I know.” You respond as he takes a seat beside you. You introduce yourself to him as well, “But you probably already knew that.”

“Hmm…” He hums in agreement. Kishibe’s eyes scan you. You’re wearing a white tank top that leaves little to the imagination– In fact, he doesn’t have to think too hard about it because you aren’t wearing a bra underneath. Your nipples are hard and poke through the cloth. He licks his lips as his eyes land on your exposed legs. The shorts you’re wearing are also too short. He ends up clearing his throat before he asks, “Why are you here?”

“To give you your shoes back.” You answer in a very sweet tone. One that he hears in the videos he watches. You turn your body to face him, a mischievous smile on your lips. However, you try to suppress it, disguising it as sweet with the doe eyes on your face. “Or do you want me to leave?”

“Oh, I would never want you to leave.” Kishibe says, one hand landing on your plush thigh. He brings you slightly closer to him, his face inches away from yours. “But what is a pretty little thing like you still doing here with an old man like me?”

“Well… The old man thought it was fine to break into my place and do… Whatever you were doing. So I wanted to see what his place lacked, that mine had.” You bat your eyelashes, slowly and barely moving your face closer to his. “Plus, maybe the old man is… Interesting.”

“Interesting?” He questions. You bite down your bottom lip before your lips land on his. Unlike him, you’re soft and gentle. While his lips are much rougher, his tongue dominates inside your mouth. You feel his nails dig into your thighs, while your hands go to the hem of his shirt. You feel under his shirt while his tongue presses against yours.

Things sure escalated quickly, but you knew this would happen quickly because you’ve seen the way he looks at you. The walls of your apartments are very thin as well. You heard your videos dead in the night while trying to fall asleep.

Kishibe bites your bottom lip before he pulls away from your lips, going down to kiss your neck. He kisses and sucks on your neck while his hands pull down your tank top, freeing your tits from their very loose confinement. He kisses down to your breasts as one hand goes down inside your pants. You aren’t wearing pants as well.

A couple hours ago he would have only dreamt of doing this. But now he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on it while two fingers run through your folds. He has the urge to comment on how wet you are, but his mouth is too busy sucking on your tit to even bother. Right now, Kishibe’s priority is enjoying the moment. Even if it means keeping his words to himself.

He hears your soft moans as he flicks his tongue on your nipple while his fingers lazily play with your clit. He detaches his mouth from your tit and kisses your breasts before his tongue circles around your other nipple. His mouth wraps around your other nipple, and once again, he begins to suck.

His index and middle finger press against the entrance of your cunt. A loud moan leaves your lips when he slips his fingers inside of you. Much bigger and thicker than you expected. But again, he is a tall and big man. He gently bites down on your nipple before pulling away.

The man fights back a smile as he hears you moan like a fool around his fingers. He curves his fingers just right, making them brush against your g-spot with his every move. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“So good.” You moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You feel as his thumb begins to play with your clit, and you begin to roll your hips. He’s doing just as you expected, after all, Kishibe had infiltrated your thoughts only because you imagined him as an experienced old man. Maybe also the fact that he might've been a pervert turned you on a bit, which is absolutely out of character for you.

“What a naughty fucking girl.” He comments, feeling as your walls tighten around his fingers. You’re already on the brink of an orgasm, which makes him feel proud. At least he’s doing the right thing. He’s watched too many videos to at least not somewhat know what your body likes. “Would you like it better if it was my dick?”

“Yeah… I need you so bad, daddy.” You mewl, shutting your eyes as you feel your orgasm come closer and closer, slowly overtaking your body. You’re already putty in his hands, and you can’t wait to find out how he’ll fuck you. “Need your dick inside of me.”

“Oh, I bet you do.” He clicks his tongue. One of your hands is wrapped around his bicep, and your grip tightens as your orgasm gets closer. The grip finally loosens as you reach your high, your body spasming as you come around his fingers.

When he takes his fingers out, he spreads his fingers and admires them since they’re covered in your juices. It’s so pathetic that he’s admiring this, but God, he’ll finally come to admit that he’s obsessed with you. He brings his fingers up to his lips and licks them clean. And fuck, you taste so fucking good. Just as he imagined.

“You really wanna take my dick, baby?” He asks, grabbing his phone from his pocket. Your eyes are shut as you try to regulate your breath. You don’t notice as he positions his phone on the coffee table and begins to record. Of course, he isn’t going to share this with anyone, it’s just some other content for him to watch.

“I need your dick.” You tell him, pushing down your pants. You hope he won’t make you beg, because you’ll do it, but that’s just humiliating. You’ll never beg for anyone, but for Kishibe you just might have to. You’ve been thinking about him just as much as he’s been thinking about you. You look up at him with lust-filled eyes, biting down your bottom lip.

“You really want to let an old pervert fuck you?” He asks as he pulls down his sweatpants. You frantically nod your head as you throw your shorts elsewhere. “You know I’ve been watching you online…”

“I know…” You answer, licking your lips as he begins to pull down his briefs. He’s a tease. He’s so slow to push down his underwear. He wants to kill you slowly. Your hands land on the waistband of his briefs and you help push the pair down. He chuckles,

“You really want me to fuck you, don’t you? What a naughty girl…” He says as his dick springs free. Your hand wraps around his length, which is bigger than you expected but you can’t complain, and you stroke it a couple of times before you lay your back down on his couch. He gets on the couch as well, pushing your knees up to your chest, “I’ve been wanting to see you in this position for a long time.”

His hand gently smacks your cunt twice before he brings his lips together and spits on your pussy. You watch him, desperately needing his dick inside of you. You finally feel as his tip presses against your clit before he runs it through your cunt. He stops at your entrance and slaps his tip a couple of times before he slips his dick inside your cunt.

You gasp as you feel his length fill you up and stretch you out. Kishibe looks at your face, as you bite your bottom lip, scared of being too loud. For some reason you’re scared of looking pathetic in front of him as he fucks you. He gives you a minute to get adjusted to his size before he begins to move.

“So fucking tight…” He says through gritted teeth, almost in disbelief at how good your cunt feels around him. He didn’t imagine it’d feel so good. He watches you shut your eyes, allowing him to look at the phone and make sure it’s in the right place to be recording. The last thing he needs is to be filming nothing. His focus goes back to you. “Need to hear you moan… Can you do that for me?”

You stop biting down your lip and letting your moans free into the air. Allowing him to hear how good he’s making you feel. He’s so thick and large, which makes him hit all the right spots with every thrust. Kishibe smirks, watching, hearing and feeling how good you feel with his cock fucking you. This is something that he’s been dreaming of for the past month.

You don’t fear being too loud anymore, since you know there’s no one next door. You hear him as he groans, succumbing to the pleasure your pussy is giving him. So tight and warm. He’ll definitely be thinking of this and only this for the next couple of days. It’s a good thing he’s recording it. “What a good girl… Making daddy feel good. Do you feel good, baby?”

“So good, daddy.” You respond, your brain slowly working less and less. You feel another orgasm approach, which makes your hand move down to play with your clit. Your cunt is tightening around him, and Kishibe can say that it feels way better around his dick than around his fingers.

“You want my cum, baby?” He asks, and you loudly hum in response, too focused on reaching your orgasm. Every thrust just hits every right spot, and it makes it hard for you to contain yourself a little while longer. You moan loudly as you reach your orgasm, finishing around his cock. “Fuck…”

“I need your cum, daddy.” You tell him, and he feels himself near the edge.

“Gonna give it all to you.” He mutters, giving a couple more thrusts before he paints your inside with his cum. His dick remains inside of you for a moment, while he catches his breath.

Clarity hits, and he decides if it’s the right time to mention the panties that are currently on his bed. That might have to stay as a secret for a while.

His eyes shift to look at the phone that still records. He fights back a smirk as he takes his cock out of your cunt. That video will stay a secret for sure… He might share it with a couple of friends and that’s it. Or well–

It wouldn’t be harmful for the rest of the world to know that you have a nice neighbor that takes care of you when you’re in need.

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ereminsdiary · 2 years

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pairing: denji x fem!reader

warnings: oral (male receiving)

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i’m so HAHAHIDKEKFKEkfj

denji has been on my mind nonstop. i know i could treat him so well, i just need one chance. i am in love with him, ur honor

it started with power teasing him about being a virgin which he quickly denied because according to him he’s ‘actually been with a lot of women.’ you knew this was a lie, denji isn’t a good liar.

when aki and power decided to call it a night and headed to their separate rooms you were quick to make your way to denji’s side of the couch, placing yourself so your breasts were pressed against his arm before offering your services to denji. and who was he to refuse? a beautiful girl offering to give him head for the first time—he’s sure he’s died and went to heaven.

there was an excitement rumbling in his chest, he didn't know what he did to deserve to be put in this situation but he wasn't about to complain. the sight of you sitting prettily on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes had an uncomfortable bulge growing in his pants. his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

it wasn't hard to figure out he was attracted to you—he didn't try very hard to hide it; clinging to your every word, following you around like a lost puppy, doing any and everything you asked of him no matter how ridiculous. it made aki roll his eyes and power teased him over it any chance she got but you found his efforts to woo you so cute.

your hands worked their way up to his belt slowly, rubbing his thighs and brushing against his bulge. you could feel him trembling beneath you, his hands gripping the cushions like a lifeline. you bit your lip at his size when you finally worked his jeans far enough down to pull him out. he was on the thicker side, veiny, there was a slight curve upward and a perfect mushroom tip. dribbles of pre already coated the head of his cock.

your thumb swiped across his slit, collecting the few droplets on your thumb and bringing it up to your mouth. you made eye contact with denji when you sucked off the juices, swirling your tongue around making sure to get it all. moaning in satisfaction and whispering to him how good he tastes. a groan left denji's mouth at the sight, he could have cum right then.

your hand is back on his cock, giving slow pumps until he's bucking his hips up impatiently begging you to go faster, to please put him in your mouth. and how could you say no when he asks so sweetly?

he's a whimpering mess when you bring your mouth down to his length. he doesn't know what to do with his hands, they're fumbling for a place to rest. he desperately wants to shove your head down on his dick and fuck your face until you're a gagging, drooling mess, cum overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin.

he's stuffing his fingers in his mouth to muffle his moans that'd be loud enough to wake the neighbors when you sink his length further into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

denji was fascinated with the way you swallow him entirely, feeling your throat constrict around him, tears pricking your eyes but you refuse to let up until you’re gagging and there’s nothing left for you to swallow. he couldn't look away despite the urge to throw his head back and close his eyes, basking in the feeling of your warm cavern.

a litany of curse words flowed out his mouth when your nose grazed his trimmed pubic hair, never once breaking the eye contact you held with him. he's mumbling nonsense, unable to grasp at a single coherent thought. the jumble of words leaving his mouth are a mix of pleas for you to let him cum and telling you how good your mouth feels on him, he doesn't think he'll be able to last much longer.

it makes your heart flutter knowing you're the one who's brought him to this state; whimpering and crying, thighs shaking under your hands as you stroke your nails up and down adding to the pleasure.

denji thinks he can get used to this. he wants to get used to this: the sight of you on your knees between his legs, sucking his cock, one hand kneading at his balls. he wants to bury his head between your thighs, tasting you. denji imagines you’d be as sweet as candy. he wants to stuff your cunt full of his cock, have his cum leaking from your slit. the mental image alone is enough to make him bust.

your tongue is slick against the underside of his length when you start to bring him back out, flicking at his slit before he's back in your throat again and by now tears are leaking out onto his cheeks and you can hardly make out the words slipping through his lips.

he's begging to cum, in your mouth or on your face, he doesn't care he just wants you to make him cum. denji's head is thrown back and he's moaning your name when spurts of his load are leaking down your throat, filling your mouth. you swallow it all eagerly, scooping up what leaked down your chin and bringing your fingers to his mouth ordering him to suck, to taste himself.

when you’re back on your feet, leaning over him to give him a sweet kiss on the lips you promise to let him fuck your cunt next time.

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chosos-mascara · 1 year

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𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

(drabble) 18 + minors dni!!

cw: blowjob in a bathroom at a party 1k words

Hookups weren't your thing. But, when you'd been met with the intense blue eyed gaze, black hair falling to frame pale skin, you'd decided that maybe, tonight would be different. With drink warming your body and friends encouraging you, you'd found yourself sharing small talk, his airy personality evident as he'd drifted focus a few times, though his stare always seeming to return over your lips, watching as each syllable had been formed.

Closing the bathroom door with haste, your mouths met one another's, hands over his chest while you'd pushed him backward, his body meeting cold tile. Clumsily caressing over the cotton, your fingers dropped to the button of his jeans, slipping the cool metal through the hole and pulling the zip downward, dropping to your knees. The actions you'd taken had been swift, so when your lips had met with his hardness, he'd been quick to gasp, hips bucking forward to push into you further.

The walls of your mouth had been warm, wet tongue sliding over the skin of his cock causing his tired eyes to roll back, weight fully supported by the wall behind him. He'd been uncertain of where to place his hands, but ultimately decided on lacing the lengthy fingers through your hair to tilt your head backward, guiding your mouth over his dick and sliding it through to the back of your throat. Your gaze met with his, a tingle over your cheeks in embarrassment as he'd watched you with half-lidded eyes, jaw relaxed and mouth parted only slightly. There had been small pants through pink lips as you'd flicked over his shaft, or went a little deeper, stomach tightening. Guiding you further, your nose had finally met with his abdomen, cock wedged deep within the tight confides of your neck. A gag over him had his member twitching, a grunt being ripped from his chest, legs wobbling while he'd felt the vibrations of your desperate convulses. Pulling back to allow yourself air, you'd still been connected to his swollen tip with a long, thick string of spit, one that had him needily humping the space between you as he'd waited for the heat of your mouth once more.

A smirk had been painted across your cheeks before taking him back in, gentle groans as he'd felt relief, finally aiding his throbbing cock once more. With time, you'd become a little more vocal between you, Aki allowing hushed moans through the atmosphere, wet chokes breaking through your own hums as you'd added a little more effort, hand eventually meeting with shaft to pump over him while you'd taken him to your throat. You'd slowed over him, taking time to brush over his head with your tongue, suctioning around it with your lips before steadily sliding fist and mouth downward. Aki could only bare witness to the bobbing over his cock, pleasure radiating through his body as you'd rolled over him again, and again.

Through teary eyes, you glanced back upward, meeting with the blue orbs once more. He'd peered at you differently now, with admiration, features relaxed. You were sure this was the most comfortable and focused you'd seen him, receptive to every touch you fed to him, small jolts across his body when your nails ran over the flat of his stomach, or over his half-clothed thigh, jeans gripping against the skin above his knee. Pulling back, you moved his cock to the side, placing tongue to the base, licking up to the tip. His breaths were ragged, body desperate, but his face had remained still, eyes locked to you as he'd anticipated your next move. You smiled, another lick upward, letting go of the member all-together, instead placing both hands over each thigh and taking him into your mouth, pushing him through your neck while you'd maintained the eye contact with him.

Aki moaned, loudly. Anyone stood outside would've surely heard the noise and understood the meaning, but you'd continued on, eager to hear another sound to compliment the last. There had been a surge of confidence as you'd watched his features slacken, intimacy within his eyes acting as your applause. His fingers trailed from your hair to your cheek, thumb pressing onto your puffed lips, rubbing across the spit that had accumulated at the corner to run it across the skin.

When you'd moved over him again, his hand fell back into place at the base of your head, as if he'd been in need of gripping something to bring him back to earth. You'd moved your hand back to pump over him, motions speeding steadily as you built him back up. Aki had leaned forward slightly, another trembling hum as your maneuvers didn't falter this time, intention of allowing him to finally find release clear, and exciting him. His hips were eagerly rolling toward you, hands once loosely placed at the back of your head now clutching tightly at the hairs, moving your head with some force. You'd become a little less in control with his edge growing closer, bucking hips and hands thrusting you forward to meet his groin - though you hadn't minded.

He called out your name, left hand quickly moving to grasp at the sink to hold himself up while he'd come undone, knees close to bucking. You'd felt his seed hitting the back of your tongue, a salty residue over the inside of your cheeks; proof of his pleasure. Aki's stomach had risen and fallen with haste as his breaths had become uneven, sucking in deeply before dispelling the air he'd held within his lungs.

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blondeboyfriend · 9 months

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thinking about Kishibe having you on your hands and knees, fucking you with a vibrator. He's leaning over you, his clothed body pressing up against your bare skin, the woody smell of whiskey clinging to his white button-down.

You tell him you can't handle it as he switches the vibrator to the highest setting, the silicone thudding against your swollen clit without a hint of mercy.

He mutters an apology he doesn't mean and reaches around to grab your neck, forcing you to crane your head back and look at him. He rasps, "I can't help that I love seeing pretty things like you suffer."

#end scene. cut. print.#.thirsts #.csm #.kishibe #.nsfw #cw.overstimulation

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akicult · 1 year

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aki wants you to tell him about your day while he eats your pussy because his day was stressful and he just wants to forget all about it.

he’s lapping at your cunt so slowly, his arms wrapped around your thighs while you’re propped against the headboard with your fingers laced through his hair. you’re hardly coherent in what you’re saying, just mumbling, “n yeah they were—nghh—annoying me,” and he’s just nodding and humming along while his thumb circles your clit so delicately it’s like he’s touching glass. in some ways, he’s a little selfish. he’s using you to forget about the stressful day he’s had, so when you trail off in your sentences, he’ll pull away just enough to speak with a, “then what happened, sweetheart?”

and since he’s going much slower, a little lazier then he usually does when he eats you out—it’s taking a lot longer. but it’s all for him. he’s eating you out for his sake. so he’s going to take as much time as he needs to forget all about his terrible day.

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.

“denji…”

“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”

“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”

you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”

you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.

it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.

you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.

he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.

a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.

“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”

the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.

“well?”

“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“

even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. “make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.

denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.

you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.

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