#happy birthday ojiro

[makethiscanon]

*gasps in "in your face, executive dysfunction"*

Guys, I might actually have a full fic to release on Ojiro day next month. And it's another blast from the '00s party games past.

Snugglebug is making a return.

#snugglebug fics were my jam when i first got into reading reader-inserts #seven in heaven and spin the bottle were cute #but it was always snugglebug for me #ojiro mashirao #x reader #happy birthday ojiro #snuggle bug #bnha #quizilla

[lenny-zesty]

here comes a special boy! here comes a special boy! here comes a special boy! here comes a special boy! here comes a special boy! here comes a special boy!

he’s here!!

#love him #ojiro #I will not stop #he’s baby #happy birthday ojiro #lennyrambles

[kimbapisnotsushi]

happy birthday aran!!! have some inarizaki hcs let's go

back when they first played shiratorizawa aran didn't know what to do bc tendou kept yelling weird shit at him and aran was, quite honestly, frightened for his life

tendou: "watch this i'm going to intimidate their ace so hard he won't be able to play properly and we'll win!" semi: "okay, what are you going to - " tendou, putting his hands around his mouth for the whole stadium to hear: "HEY NUMBER EIGHT, GET READY FOR ME TO PISS IN YOUR PANTS" semi: "dude what the fuck"

the twins are SO ready to fight and they probably would have if kita hadn't stepped in

kita didn't even have to do much he just stared down tendou with all the energy of "your most respected/favorite teacher is disappointed in you and you're going to cry bc of it" and tendou backed off

(for all of five minutes. then he started dumping on akagi but akagi gives what he gets so what the hell, kita let it slide)

this might be considered bad sportmanship tbh but it's funny as fuck so whatever

LMAO WAIT SORRY LOSING MY SHIT AT THE THOUGHT OF SHIRABU AND ATSUMU ON THE COURT AT THE SAME TIME THE IMPLICATIONS ARE SO FUCKED OH MY GOD

okay sorry back to the normal schedule

i think bc aran's the ace and court captain people try to follow his lead at school or ask him to make the final decision on things and such and he HATES it. it's soooooo much pressure and he really doesn't want to disappoint anyone!!

like no he does NOT want to be the tiebreaker for what their class should do during the school festival he just wants to walk around and eat a crepe. no he does NOT want to choose what paint color looks best for remodeling the garden fence why the fuck are you even asking him he's part of the volleyball club!!!! he always texts kita for help when this happens LMAO

and even if he DOES mess up the other students are always like, "ah, of course ojiro-san would do that!! he totally did that on purpose!! of course it's because [insert farfetched excuse here]!! why didn't we think of that either!!!"

if anyone's ever seen or read handa-kun (light-hearted prequel/spin-off to barakamon <33) it's basically that LMAO

kita's surprisingly good at telling scary stories

not just that but he tells normal stories in such a way that most people think he's telling a scary story first and then he says some totally mundane shit like "and that's why we no longer store our towels under the bed" and people are like. damn guess i'm not doing that either!!!

every day suna texts his sister one funny zero-context quote from practice. his sister has collected all of these and set up a twitter account for them.

gin thinks atsumu is going to get his ass kicked for not knowing when to shut the fuck up. atsumu thinks he's going to get his ass kicked because osamu paid someone to do it

osamu insists he wouldn't tho bc then he'd just do it himself for free

akagi, aran, and kita tease oomimi for being younger than them and make a running joke of ruffling his hair like a little kid which oomimi actually finds really comforting bc people usually shy away from being tactile with him. like guys come on oomimi is a sweetheart i love him so much

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARAN #i think this was the fastest i've ever done a post LMAAAO #no bc i've been trying to calculate how oomimi is in their year when he's feb 1995 and the others are april/april/july 1994???? #dude someone help me i can't timeline it's my biggest weakness #ojiro aran #kita shinsuke #oomimi ren #akagi michinari #miya osamu #miya atsumu #ginjima hitoshi #suna rintarou #honorary mentions to: #semi eita #tendou satori #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

[h4mmiee]

a moment of peace

#please send aran your thoughts as hes going to have to deal with a lot on the miyas birthday #i have a permanent association with aran and gingko leaves and i do not know why but its what he deserves #ive been sitting on this idea for 4 months and finally i think ive done it in a way im happy with #aran ojiro #ojiro aran #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #inarizaki #my art

[mullet--head]

Also before I forget

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OJIRO!!!!!!!

#mullet rambles #happy birthday mashiro ojiro <333 #mashirao ojiro #ojiro mashirao

[mashoji]

Happy birthday Ojiro!!! May 28 <3

My favourite boy of all time and his cutie boyfriend.

#bnha ojiro #my hero academia #ojiro mashirao #bnha #boku no hero academia #mashirao ojiro #mha #mha ojiro #shinsou x ojiro #bnha shinso hitoshi #happy birthday #anime art #shinoji

[cosmoshard]

No Hands!

#ojiro mashirao #mha #bnha #happy birthday #my art <3 #my hero academia #I stayed up too late making this #Happy birthday my monkey lion boy! #This guy is the true under-appreciated character #he's so sweet #dont steal #It's a bit late #cuz it wouldn't let me post last night :/

[cross-u-out]

HI I KNOW ITS SUPER LATE BUT I JUST WANTED TO WISH A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BOY

Mashirao Ojiro you will always be famous. (in my heart at least.)

#bnha #mha #ojiro mashirao #mashirao ojiro #happy birthday bitch! #I’m so sorry I ever slept on you #It’s weird cuz I used to think about him a lot before I even enjoyed him #I want him to enjoy and succeed in life is that too much to ask #horikoshi let him go feral challenge #Please I just kinda wanna see him do cool karate shit this arc #I hope he gets to enjoy a some cake soon #bnha ojiro #mha ojiro #In conclusion stan ojiro #And stop sleeping on ojiro #and wish him a very happy birthday thank uuu #I just really love and care about ojiro a lot 😭 #is it obvious? #i hope it’s obvious

[tzwriter]

A PICNIC FOR SHOUJI

Shouji was called to a picnic on his birthday, and the day seemed to call for it. The sun was shining brightly even though it was winter. Taking advantage of the good weather, his Class gathered in the woods to throw the towel on the ground and spread their delicacies. Each brought something. Everyone except Shouji.

“It was a surprise for you, it couldn't be different,” Tokoyami tried to ease his conscience.

Even so, Shouji insisted on carrying at least a dozen baskets.

The grass was still damp even though it was afternoon, but everyone was prepared with more towels to cover the floor and sit down.

Although all twenty members of the class had gathered, they formed their little groups, as usual, all very close to each other and as close as possible to the central tablecloth, where the food was.

Shouji noticed, with great appreciation, that most of the things there were related to the sea or had shapes that resembled octopuses, fish, shells, and so on.

He reached for a bowl of takoyaki as soon as he found it and passed it around to his closest friends, huddled in their towel.

“Did you know Tokoyami and I made those?” Ojiro pointed, his tail lazily swinging before settling down folded to take up less space.

“Oh, I'll make a point of savoring them then instead of just devouring them,” Shouji replied with a smile in his eyes.

“Please keep your expectations low. It was the first time any of us had made takoyaki, and Sato didn't want to help us,” Tokoyami requested wistfully, looking doubtfully at his own dumpling.

Kouda just nodded, asking for something else behind Shouji since he didn't eat meat. Shouji readily agreed and got his friend a piece of cake.

With everyone served, one of the ends of his arm turned into a mouth, eager to savor the delicacy, until he was interrupted.

“You can take off your mask, if you want,” Tokoyami proposed, sure and inviting.

Shouji felt the weight of anxiety in his stomach. His face was no longer a secret to his Class, but that didn’t make it any nicer to show off. Even more so when everyone was eating.

“But that's alright if you don’t want to,” Kouda reinforced gently.

“Yeah, we just want you to feel comfortable,” Ojiro confirmed.

They were already more used to seeing his face than the others, so it was easy for them to speak. As for the rest of the Class, they wouldn't have a chance to get used to it if he didn't show himself more often too. Moreover, none of his other classmates had ever made any mean comments about his face – he had checked, though he wasn't proud of it. In fact, his appearance was never an issue between them, except when they occasionally pointed out how strong he was or how convenient it was to have so many arms.

They always had something positive to say, if anything.

His hand lowered his mask and let it rest on his neck before he could doubt his friends. To distract himself, he quickly devoured one of the takoyakis, his huge maw hugging the entire mass, and the octopus quickly crumbling into his tongue.

He blinked in surprise.

“Hmm, it's very good,” he assured as soon as the food was down his throat.

His friends smiled. Someone in Bakugou's group lose a bet. But no one said anything about him not wearing a mask. No one even looked at him any longer than necessary, always with kind smiles, or offering him something different to try, as his group's food had been approved.

Shouji was among friends, real friends, and although he already knew it, it was always a pleasant surprise when it was reassured.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOUJI!

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#bnha #shouji mezo #tokoyami fumikage #ojiro mashirao #kouda kouji #happy birthday shouji!

[the-same-three-ojiros]

#early post so i dont forget later :) happy birthday 2 me #ojiro mashirao #my hero academia #ojiro #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #mashirao ojiro #12/14/22

[makethiscanon]

Forever and always adoring and promoting Pro Hero Ojiro 🥺💛

Artwork by: @moni-ish || Commissioned by: @makethiscanon

#Happy birthday ojiro #Ojiro #Mashirao #Moni-ish #Pro Heroes #bnha #pro hero ojiro #pro hero au #imagines #fanart #ProHeroOjiro #adult ojiro

[lenny-zesty]

it's ojiro's birthday which means i'm legally allowed to post this

#i found this a year ago and it scares me #happy birthday ojiro #ojiro mashirao #yuga aoyama

[kimbapisnotsushi]

who needs memories?

miya atsumu does. he clings to them desperately, dearly, keeps them close to his chest. his memories are both a curse and a blessing - because they are not just about him, they are a reminder that there is another, a partner in crime, a best friend and mortal enemy, a person he cannot stand above all else and loves so much that even when they fight about their split future, atsumu knows he has to let him go. "i'll be happier than you someday, just wait and watch!" atsumu had said. will he remember that, years down the line? will he remember if he meant it?

(the answers to both questions: yes, atsumu will remember. but it will not matter at all.)

who needs memories?

memories have forged kita shinsuke into the person he is, against his wishes. his are full of his grandmother - happy times, he tells himself, only remember the happy times. because who needs the memory of absent parents? who needs the memory of people who were never there? just take each day step by step, just keep building and building and you will be more powerful than you will ever realize. memories have no place here, shinsuke thinks, when all one has to do is keep moving forward. he refuses to let the past linger.

(it will, anyways. but shinsuke will not mind. they will be memories he can be proud of.)

who needs memories?

suna rintarou had forgotten, almost, what home meant to him. he used to dream of coarse sand and ocean breezes - so very, very far away from inarizaki. he used to waver, haunted by what could have been and where he will be going. the names of old friends die on his tongue. his family sends him pictures of places he does not recognize. "look, rintarou," they say, "it's changed so much! don't you remember? don't you remember home?" but rintarou's home is neither here nor there. rintarou’s home exists only in his memories. he wonders if there will come a day when he is no longer shadowed by ghosts.

(rintarou will make new memories, eventually. the mountains of inarizaki are sturdy and unrelenting - and his teammates are even more so.)

who needs memories?

ojiro aran thinks he doesn’t. he does not care for them much, of the days when it felt like him and his sister against the world. their parents tried their best, he knows, but they could not be protected from everything. there are some things a child never forgets - no matter how much they want to. so aran holds his head high, marches on with no plans to look back, has discarded memories as something to be treasured. he swears to live in the moment and the moment only. when his sister asks why, he tells her that it is safer this way. that life will hurt less if he does not dwell on the past. he is willing to shoulder everything else, but never the past.

(when aran’s family grows, he will think that there are some memories he would like to keep.)

who needs memories?

miya osamu: a brother, friend, teammate. his memories are . . . complicated. they tell him of being one half of a whole. they tell him he is loved and cherished even in the most frustrating moments. they tell him that there is someone who will always have his back. but, osamu thinks, they do not tell him what life will be like without atsumu. they do not tell him who he truly is when taken out of the equation. and maybe that’s the core of it, because osamu doesn’t want a life that is not his own. will atsumu understand? his memories don’t tell him this, either. but they tell him he is loved and cherished and that atsumu will always have his back, and osamu thinks that’s good enough.

(he knows he made the right choice, in the end. his memories now are the happiest they have ever been.)

so, who needs memories?

well. why don’t you tell me?

#the ending is rough but I’m sooo tired #I WROTE HALF OF THIS MOBILE LOSING MY MIND TO SLEEP #HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY KITA #THIS JUST TURNED INTO A GENERAL INARIZAKI POST LMFAAAO #I’VE BEEN WANTING TO DO SOMETHING LIKE TIS FOR AGES #oh god I’m so tired I’m going to go zzzzzznsnsns #kita shinsuke #miya atsumu #miya osamu #ojiro aran #suna rintarou #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu ficlet #haikyuu fic #sou says stuff

[demigoddreamer]

Mashirao Ojiro Birthday Fanart 2022

apologies for the lack of color or anything...i literally did this today. I drew Mashirao Ojiro in a Hanfu which is chinese even though he's japanese but i wanted to indulge myself cause i'm chinese.

i might finish this later if i want to but i probably won't

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mashirao ojiro #class 1a #happy birthday #fanart #sketch #ojiro needs more love

[mullet--head]

TODAY'S THE DAY

ITS THE BOY'S BIRTHDAY <33333

I love him so much you no idea-

#mullet rambles #art #original character #mashirao #mashirao ojiro #ojiro #happy birthday mashiro ojiro <333 #i love him sm<33 #he deserves so much love #and the world

[cloudzoro]

Kink Discovery | haikyuu ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with haikyuu characters!

reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!

jjk vers | op vers | masterlist

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: aran, atsumu, daichi, mattsun, tsukki, ukai, bokuto, tendo

cw: drunk sex (atsumu), public sex, facefucking, deepthroating, dom!tendou, biting, spitting, marking, jealousy, ukai is kind of a meanie, fem!reader

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Aran Ojiro - lingerie

When you wake up on your birthday, Aran has already left for work. There's a small gift bag sitting on the dresser, stuffed with tissue paper. Beneath all the tissue paper sits a cute lacy lingerie set and a note.

Happy birthday, baby. I'm only working a half shift today. Be ready when I get back.

- your loving husband

You spend the rest of the morning getting ready, excited for what the second half of your birthday will bring you. The lingerie set fits perfectly; Aran has been adamant about knowing your size in everything when you first started dating. You feel sexy in it, and knowing that your husband wants to see you in it, you take some mirror selfies. You put effort into finding the sexiest poses and position yourself so your husband can see multiple angles. You sort through your favourites and send them to him with a message asking when he'll be home. He responds immediately, telling you to sit pretty and wait for him to be home soon.

It doesn't take long for Aran to get home. As soon as you hear the door click shut behind him, you exit the bedroom and meet him face-to-face. He takes a second to look you up and down.

“The pictures don't do you justice,” he says, pulling you into a kiss and patting your thigh. You jump at his signal, wrapping your legs around him, and your big, strong husband carries you back to your bedroom. Initially, Aran bought the lingerie because he knows it makes you feel sexy. He always thinks you look beautiful in it, but he never went as crazy over it as he feels now. He drops you down to the mattress and removes his shirt.

“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. He kisses around the edge of the lace on your chest and down to the waistband of your panties. He showers you in compliments, letting you know how much of a goddess you are to him and how he worships the ground you walk on. He pulls your panties to the side instead of sliding them down your leg. “I'm not ready to take these off yet”, he says before diving in and flicking his tongue against your clit.

Atsumu Miya - public

Atsumu backs you against the door of the club bathroom, refusing to part from your lips as he reaches for the lock. He told you before you even left the house, there's no way he'd ever be able to behave himself around you in that dress. One of his hands wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and the other slips underneath the skirt of your dress.

“You look so good”, he growls. He moves his kisses down to your neck. You're so worked up by the combination of alcohol and lust in your system. His hand dips into your underwear and he groans against your skin when he feels how wet you are. He kisses your lips again and walks you over to the sink. He turns you around to face the mirror, and you stumble forward slightly, angled over the sink. Atsumu pushes you further over the sink. “Love seeing you like this.”

He's quick and desperate when he pulls your underwear down your legs. He waits for you to kick them away so he can pick them up and tuck them into his jeans pocket. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock free, lining it up with your pussy. When he pushes into you, Atsumu moans louder than expected; the walls of your pussy always seem to unravel him.

“Quiet tsumu, someone might hear us” Your plea, however, only makes Atsumu louder as he pictures one of his friends walking in on the two of you.

“And what if they did, huh? What if someone walked in to see me fucking this pretty pussy? I'd keep going, let ‘em watch. Would you like that?” You hear him growl under his breath when you nod in response.

You look up at his face in the mirror's reflection and see a grin plastered on his. He lifts one of your legs, using the counter to support it, and pulls the rest of your body upright. You turn your head to look at him properly, and he immediately kisses your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hips pick up speed, and he gets rougher with you, desperate to make you cum. When you start whining that you're close, Atsumu moves his hand that was holding your leg to play with your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming.

“scream for me, baby, let everyone out there know I'm fucking you good.”

Daichi Sawamura - facefucking

Daichi returns home from work, and within seconds, you're standing in the entryway, waiting to throw yourself into his arms. It's late in the evening, but you don't mind; all you want is to see your husband. After he takes his jacket off and hangs it up, he looks you in the eye and steps towards you. He reaches out, and you waste no time pulling him into a kiss. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you as tight to him as you can get.

“I missed you today. Sorry I'm home so late”, he sighs after pulling away, touching his forehead against yours. You cup his face and push him back slightly to see his face properly. Daichi stares at you with tired eyes, struggling to focus on you.

“I missed you too. How about we get you to bed so we can spend the day together tomorrow?” you say, running a hand through his hair. He shakes his head in protest, leaning back in to kiss you. You smile into the kiss. You drag him into the living room and tell him to sit on the sofa. He groans as you drop to your knees in front of him. He reaches down to unbutton his trousers, and you swat his hands away.

“let me take care of you,” you say, doing it for him.

“You're so good to me, baby”, he groans as you lick up his cock. You take his cock into your mouth, and he loudly moans. He's too tired to keep his composure, so his hips buck up into your mouth. You try to push your mouth as far down as it will go. “don't take all of me if you can't do it, baby; this already feels insane”, he says. You ignore his words and relax your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. The strangled noise Daichi makes is unlike anything you've heard from him before. He pulls you off his cock, panting loudly.

“Is everything OK?” you ask, voice tired and raspy. Your husband smiles at you, nodding his head.

“Perfect baby, I just - let me fuck your face,” he says. “Please”, he adds. You nod, opening your mouth for him. His hand grabs the back of your hair, holding you in place and thrusting his hips up into your mouth. The tight feeling of your throat has him cumming the quickest he ever has. You swallow everything he gives you, and he watches you in awe. He tucks himself back into his trousers and pulls up onto his lap.

“Was that good?” you ask, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of your question.

“I'm barely even functioning right now. You were perfect. Give me a few minutes to recuperate, and we can go to bed.”

Issei Matsukawa - marking

Mattsun wishes he could control his jealousy problem. He knows you would never cheat, but seeing you laughing away with his friends leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it shouldn't bother him, but when you give Makki a goodbye hug and wish him happy birthday, it makes his skin crawl.

When he finally gets you home, he immediately pulls you to the bedroom, growling under your breath about how he's so much better than stupid Makki. You roll your eyes at his muttering, but you're not going to complain when he's channelling his jealousy into fucking you.

It doesn't take long before you're on your back, legs wrapped around Mattsuns waist as his cock stretches you. You claw at his back as he buries his face in your neck, fucking you slow and deep.

“You're mine. I'm gonna mark you up, maybe then my friends will remember you're taken” Your neck muffles his voice, but the raspy tone of his voice still makes you whimper. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the skin and sucks a pretty mark into your neck. When he's finished, he leans back to look at the mark. He's overcome with the urge to add more, so he does. He continues slowly rocking his hips and sectioning his mouth over any patch of skin he can get to.

When he's finally done, your neck and shoulders are covered in very obvious red and purple marks. Feeling satisfied and accomplished, he picks up his pace. His large hands grip the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. He fucks your harder, eyes flickering from your marked up chest to your blissed out face.

“You're so fucking pretty”

Kei Tsukishima - Spitting

The two of you are at a house party. Tsukki stands in the kitchen chatting to Kyotani, and you cling to his side. He looks good, and you can't help teasing him. He tries not to give in because he's in public, but when you wait for Kyotani to get another drink and lean up to whine in his ear, his patience wanes. He grabs your hand and drags you into the nearest bedroom.

“You're so needy,” Says Tsukki, pushing his hands into your panties. “You seriously couldn't wait until we went home?.” His words may sound harsh, but there's a smile on his face as he kisses you. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth has your mind going hazy. You don't even register your words until they leave your mouth.

“spit on me”, you whine, opening your mouth for him. He pauses to think it over, it's the first time you've ever requested him to spit on you. He obliges, spit landing on your tongue, then reconnects your lips. He pushes his fingers inside you as his kisses get messier. He has you pressed against his friend's bedroom wall, fingering you and you cling to him.

“if you're good and cum for me now, I'll take you home and fuck you properly.” he growls moving his kisses to your neck. “I'll be as nasty as you want me to be. I'll spit on that pretty pussy before I eat it. I'll make a real mess of you” He's usually mouthy during sex but he's never dirty talked like this before. You're both desperate and he grinds against your leg as he works you to your orgasm.

You cum almost immediately, legs shaking as he holds you upright. He kisses you, sucking on your tongue as he lets you ride out your orgasm. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and walks out of the party, not even bothering to say goodbye to the host. He has something much more appealing in his mind.

Keishin Ukai - begging

Keishin leans back against the sofa, staring at you with a smug grin on his face as you ride his cock. In the heat of an argument, you had told him you didn't need him to get off, that you could do all the work yourself. After talking through your petty argument, he found the comment lingering in his head so he decided to prove you wrong. He kissed all over your pretty skin, spoke soft words and got you all worked up, only to sit back and tell you that if you want to cum then you have to do it yourself or take back what you said. You, ever the stubborn type, accepted his terms and took the reins for once. His cock feels so good, reaching all the deepest spots inside you.

“feels so good” Your voice comes out as an airy whine, and your boyfriend tries his best to keep his composure as you clench around him. Your hand presses into his bare shoulders to use as leverage to keep your hips moving. After a few minutes, the muscles in your thighs start to burn, and you slow down, choosing to grind down on him instead of bounce. Keishin notices what you're doing and laughs, trying his best not to show you how affected he is.

“I thought you could do it all yourself. What's wrong, baby?” he asks condescendingly. Your thighs shake slightly as you will yourself to keep moving. “If you want me to take over, all you have to do is tell me how much you need me”, He says in a smug sing-song voice. You groan, you don't want to admit defeat, but if your boyfriend doesn't put you on your back and fuck your brains out, then you might combust.

“Please, Keishin”, you beg, “I need you so bad. Want you to pin me down and fuck me” He's never heard you beg before, but the way your voice trembles when like you're so desperate for him you're going to cry flips a switch inside him, and he happily turns you so you're laying with your back against the sofa cushions.

“Don't you worry, baby I got you.”

Kotaro Bokuto - size kink

Your boyfriend's size was always a major turn-on for you, but he never gave your size difference much thought until now. Bokuto has you in his arms, fucking you against the wall.

“You take me so well, pussy was made for me”, He moans in your ear. You hold on to him the best you can as he stretches you out. The way your pussy is clenching around him has him seeing stars.

“You're so big, Kou”, you whine, and he almost cums on the spot. He's used to compliments about the size of his muscles, but the way you cry out about the size of his cock and struggle to take him full ignites a different kind of fire within him.

“You can take me; you always do”, he growls. He's always sensitive, your tight pussy brings him to the edge fast, but he tries to hold off as he makes you cum with him. His grip tightens around you as he puts you on the bed. He leans over you fucking you harder. He dwarfs you in size, which is made clearer by the way you're hidden in his shadow. If someone were to walk in, they might not even see you. His size makes him feel like he can protect you no matter what and fuels his pride. His words are slurred and garbled together as his hips rut wildly into you. You're both close, and it doesn't take long for you to cum. Bokuto follows soon after, unable to withstand the way your pussy pulses around his huge cock, and he fills you up with cum.

“Fuck”, you groan, dragging out the vowel. “Sometimes it scares me how much you stretch me out. You're too big,” you whine, clenching around him again. He hasn't moved from inside you, opting instead to squish you slightly. You don't miss the way his cock twitches when he compliments your size. “round two?” you ask, pulling his head up so he can look you in the eyes.

“I thought you said I was too big?” he asks playfully. He lifts himself back up to his forearms and pulls you into a sweet kiss, rocking his hips into you again.

Satori Tendou - biting

Tendou has always been a bit wild in the bedroom, and he's never afraid to bring things up with you, so when he asks mid-stroke if he can sink his sharp teeth into your skin, you don't hesitate to say yes.

He has you positioned face down, ass up. Your face is squished against the sheets as Tendou holds you down by your hair. He fucks you slow and hard to begin with, building you up to an orgasm, then holding still and tearing it away from you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder blade; he occasionally presses sloppy kisses there or lets his teeth scrape against your skin, but he has yet actually to bite down. You know it's coming, and the anticipation is making you restless that, combined with the frustration of a denied orgasm, almost has you in tears.

“‘Tori” you whine, and he softly shushes you.

“It's ok, angel. I'll make you come soon I promise” he coos, pressing another kiss to your back. His hips speed up and you feel the coil tighten in your stomach. He pays close attention to your reactions and just when you get lost in the feeling of your impending orgasm he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder blade. The sudden sting makes heat fill your body as you cum. Your legs shake and your boyfriend's skilled hands rub soothe your tired muscles. The feeling of sinking his teeth into you is ingrained in his brain and he admires the mark on your back as you catch your breath.

“That was incredible” you breathe out, cutting yourself off with a moan when Tendou runs his tongue over the teeth marks in your skin.

“You're incredible” He smiles before kissing your shoulder again.

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