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𝐁𝐅𝐅 & 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍! 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 | random drabble MDNI

thinking about bestfriend! and virgin! yuji showing you his cock for the first time so that you'll show him what you look like underneath your clothes....

you had never seen a dick before and it somehow came out in conversation and your ever so eager best friend yuji quickly came up with a solution for your problem.

he wagered with you beforehand of course - telling you he had never seen a pussy (does porn count??) and well look at that! he had a dick.. you had a pussy... if only you both showed each other what it looked like.

and somehow the heavens granted him his wish and you were nodding, eagerly awaiting for his cock that sprung against his stomach - already hard from the idea of his best friend and long time crush seeing his pulsing dick - his tip pushing out a small bead of pre cum as your eyes shot open from the view.

"w-wow!" you said, studying his length a little too intensely. his stomach heaved and his cock bobbed along with it, coughing and spluttering as your face came closer to get a better look. his tip was red and his dick had one thick vein throbbing on the underside of his cock. you had nothing to base it off of but from your knowledge of your girl friend's gossip it had to be a pretty good looking dick. (not that you would say that to him. that's awkward... right?) it was long and decently thick....

"s-so..." yuji spoke, tucking his dick back into his pants; his cheeks a little red from your unexpected thorough inspection before sitting back onto the couch.

"oh.. right," you said, getting up yourself and sliding your pants and underwear down upon remembering your deal.

his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at what greeted him. your pussy was definitely the cutest he had ever seen (again, does porn count???) all soft and inviting...

"can i touch it?" he murmured and you slapped away his approaching finger.

"i thought we were looking and not touching... i didn't get to touch yours!" you whined at the unfairness.

"well... yours is hiding," he responded in a matter of fact way and you couldn't exactly argue.

"fine.." you grumbled, "but i'll do it," taking two fingers you spread your lips apart, allowing yuji to see the velvety skin of your labia. now it was your turn to become insecure upon watching your friend study your anatomy - his hands reaching to pull you closer by your hips; causing you to trip over your feet while he desperately tried to get a better look. you let him examine in silence, your heart beating wildly from the lack of words your usually chatty friend had. you took your fingers away before clearing your throat, "i think you have a good idea now..."

he nodded and you both sat in silence on the couch - unsure of what to say.

"well that was..." he began and you cut into his sentence.

"awkward."

"-nice," yuji coughed to cover up his answer. "y-yeah.. awkward." his hand reached to scratch the back of his head.

YOU CATCH SOMEONE STARE AT THEM!

featuring. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō

✩ atsumu jogs up to you, a soft smile on his face as his bag swung in his hand. “sorry a took so long, bokuto lost his deodorant in the locker room” he apologizes, his free hand rubbing the nape of his neck. “don’t worry, i didn’t wait too long,” you smile before furrowing your eyebrows slightly, feeling multiple pairs of eyes bore into your back. you shift your body around, making eye contact with a glaring fan girl of atsumu’s. “ignore ‘em, angel” atsumu mumbles into your ear, pulling you close to him as he makes his way through the crowd that was getting bigger by the moment. you felt a shiver go down your spine as more stares and glares burnt into your skin when atsumu had stopped, being face to face with multiple reporters. atsumu lets out a scoff, eyeing every reporter before standing up straight. “atsumu miya, how does it feel to win? who is this person beside you?” one of the reporters asked as girls yelled that you didn’t deserve the male. atsumu poked the inside of his cheek, glaring where the girls were yelling. the faux male turned you and him to every camera that was pointed at you both, a scheming smile appearing on his face before he pressed his lips against yours. gasps and camera shutters started to fade out as the both of you kissed, tuning out the yells of his fangirls. eventually pulling away, atsumu grins and wraps his arm around your waist, looking at everyone that surrounds you both. “this is my significant other and we’re happily engaged,” he announces, pressing a kiss against your cheek and beginning to walk with you to the exit doors while everyone starts to trail behind while blurting out millions of questions.

✩ kuroo softly hummed as he walked beside you, fingers intertwined with yours while his free hand pushed the cart in front of him. the male lets you do the shopping while he pushed the cart, sneaking in a couple of snacks as you walked down aisles. both of you eventually finished your rounds, making your way to the cashier before kuroo placed everything on the conveyor belt and walked towards the card machine. he gave the cashier a small smile before looking at the items, the cashier blushing and slowly scanning the groceries, stealing glances at kuroo. you raise your eyebrow while crossing your arms, watching everything unfold in front of you. kuroo turned to look at you, seeing your expression and following your gaze, realizing it was at the cashier who was practically gushing over him, in front of him. he scratched his head and cleared his throat, reaching to insert his card into the machine before he looked at the gold band around his finger. “hey darling, i think my ring has gotten a bit too loose. don’t you think?” the male raises an eyebrow and extends his arm out in the air, showing off the wedding ring to you and the cashier. your attention fixed on him, tilting your head and looking at his hand. “it seems fi-” “i think we should get it fixed after this, i don’t want to lose our wedding ring.” kuroo cuts you off and emphasizes the word “wedding,” watching the cashier pale and rush to get all the groceries in the bags. he smiles in satisfaction and finishes paying, grabbing the bags before leaving the store with your hand holding his. “did you see how pale she got?” he snickers, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

✩ there was comfortable silence between you and suna, hand in hand as you both walked around the park. he kept you close to him while you admired the nature surrounding you, failing to notice how he admired you. a smile appeared on your face when you suddenly yank the male towards an ice cream cart a few feet away from you. suna widened his eyes as he let you drag him, softly mumbling to go slow. you order a couples ice cream cone, picking the flavours as suna watches the worker scoop the ice cream. the both of you move away from the cart, the brown haired male stealing a couple of licks as you walk to a nearby bench. as you both shared the cold treat, you looked around while suna took his turn to take apart the ice cream. you furrow your eyebrows, catching a group of girls giggling while staring at suna. a scoff escapes your lips, causing suna to look up with a confused expression on his face. he looks over, getting taken aback when he sees the girls grow shy while their hands aggressively wave at him. he licks his lips, pursuing them before turning to you, moving his hand under your chin. suna turns your head, making you face him before capturing his lips into yours. the kiss was slow and sweet, his hand slowly making its way down to your neck as he softly held it in his grasp. the male pulls you in closer before slowly pulling away, a grin on his face as he looks you in the eyes. “you know i’m yours, right pretty?” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your jawline as he glanced at the group of girls that were frowning and walking away.

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having fun during office hours with professor! price

riding professor! price after a long night of grading papers

price really loves your tits

thanking professor! price for boosting your grade

professor! price rewarding his smart little girl

price is a tits man 100%

price loves you pretty in pink

older bf! ghost manhandling your after a long day at work

ghost loves gripping your ass as he ruts into you

hands back, ass up for ghost

ghost loves choking you

ghost recording you for when he’s away

clapping your cheeks for ghost

movie night with ghost

soap stuffing your ass full of himself

soap loves teasing his sweet sweet girl

you’re giving older bf! soap the silent treatment, but still desperate for a fix of his cock

you’re a loud desperate slut for soaps cock

soap loves playing with your pretty little pussy

taking care of loser bf! soap

gaz fucking your pretty pussy

steamy night in with loser bf! gaz

gaz loves eating out your wet cunt

what gaz sends you when he’s away

older bf! gaz having his way with you in the shower

gaz and his fat cock

you and gaz get messy

riding gaz after hours

✧ cn: fluff, marriage, husband toji, suggestive

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Toji isn’t the kind of man who says “I love you” often. Not because he doesn’t feel it—but because words have never been his thing.

But when he sees you now, sitting on the floor with Megumi, trying to explain how to fit little wooden shapes into the right holes so he can learn geometry—something Toji knows damn well he’d never have the patience for, something hits him.

Fuck. This is what loving someone looks like.

It’s not just that you look cute when you smile, or how gently you stroke Megumi’s hair when he gets frustrated. It’s not even just how sweet your voice gets when you say, “That’s the triangle, baby. Good job.”

It’s that you’re beautiful. So beautiful it actually pisses him off a little.

Those damn shorts he always says make your ass look bigger—rolled up slightly, your hair tied back in that way that’s both innocent and deadly. From one angle, you look like the softest woman he’s ever seen. From another… like the kind he wants to bend over the couch and fuck until you're gasping his name, gripping the cushion while he pulls your hair and keeps your back pressed to his chest like you’re not going anywhere—

But that’s not what matters right now.

His heart beats a little harder just sitting there, slouched on the couch, legs spread, exhausted after a mission. And still… it’s you he’s watching.

“Hey,” he calls out.

You don’t look up, too focused on Megumi, but your voice comes out sweet, without thinking.

“Hmm? Yes, love?”

He wants to say something, anything, but nothing comes out quite right. The pause is too long, so you finally turn to look at him.

His eyes meet yours—intense, unreadable.

“Something wrong, baby?”

He hesitates. It comes out awkward, maybe even stupid. But it’s real.

“If you ever need anything from me… tell me.”

You blink, confused for a second, brows knitting.

“Toji, I’m completely happy with what i have. With you and Me—”

“Promise me.”

A beat.

“Yes, Toji. I promise.”

He nods, looking away, voice low—half to himself.

“I’d give you anything you want from me.”

HOW THEY HIT IT FROM THE BACK [BNHA]

dabi thrusts with the weight of his 5′9″ frame, each impactful collision of his body against yours concentrated with the heat of his quirk. every slap of either his hands or stomach against the swell of your ass, burns with the heat coursing through his veins. every new impact fills you with a searing warmth and a terrifying thrill for more. whines and moans fall from your lips, provoking the brutal nature of the anti-hero,s firm grim, anchoring you to the hilt of his sheathed cock. “be a good kitten and behave, don’t make daddy mad. you wouldn’t like me when i’m mad.” scarred hands tug the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his bare torso. arms wind around your bicep, yanking you back as your feet touch the air. “fuck, fuck,” dabi hisses into your ear, the heat of his body becoming an unbearable force as every touch bruises your sore ass. the male hoisting you into the air, forcing his cock to reach sensitive spots deep inside you groans against your ear, nibbling at your lobe. you twist your neck back to bury your lips against dabi’s, swallowing the pants accenting his expressive voice. “vixen,” you hisses again, “bad little bunny, aren’tcha?” placing you back on the bed, the villain stares down at where creamy rings of cum saturated his irritated cock.

bakugou smothers you beneath his weighted, chiseled figure. dick buried, you can hardly wiggle to accomodate to the girth and length. “take it easy princess.” he growls against the back of your neck. large, calloused hands that spread your arms beneath yours, immobilizing you to the mattress gravitate to the center of your spine, the other concentrated at the back of your neck. leaning back to admire your disheveled appearance, bakugou spreads your cheeks, smirking how greedy the skin of your entrance peels back before disappearing with his sinking length. “thats it, yes.” a hiss reaches the air, one hand fisted into your locks, slamming the lonely remainder in. you mewl sharply at the rough treatment, back bowing shyly as you tighten around the intrusive member. “fuck,” he exhales shamelessly, heated voice fading across your body. “conna let me cum inside baby? you want a baby like us?” focusing his weight again in slow, aching strokes of his cock inside you, the pro hero grunts as he stills, creamy seed burying in your tummy. “my, my, look how much you came.” the blonde taunts, fingers pushing the cum around at where it leaks from your connected bodies. 

aizawa pins your legs apart, sinking in slowly inch by inch. “good boy,” he praises to your sultry whimpers, uncertain if the whines burning off your lips are of pleasure or impatience. “you can take more, you have before.” he observes, watching as your hidden features flinch at the stretch. crimson visionares glare down at how your body nurses every inch of his cock, every inch aching to breed you.“just like that, like my pretty little slut.” warm, caring hands accented with scars from his former fights trace circles down your back, comforting your moans. “more, you’re asking for all of it darling?” a smirk edges into the male’s gravely voice, weak at the sensation of you clinging to every inch he’s offered. “no more complaining then, you can handle it.” pressing a small kiss to the back of your shoulder, aizawa’s body caresses yours, hands tastiing the tension in your curling fingers. “feel me when i’m giving myself to you babe. don’t you want to feel good?” you moan wordlessly at his gentle voice.

sero binds your limbs together, ignorant to your discomfort. “bitching, again baby?” the tape quirked male tuts, observing a small sliver of drool leaking from the edge of the cellophane covering over your lips. “what was that sweetheart?” a dark wordless smirk spreads over his teasing mouth, “i can’t hear anything but my little slut whining for more. that’s right, isn’t it?” tears slide from the corner of your eyes as the sticky substance of your essence saturates his burying cock. “fuck, you’re just the tightest little thing, aren’t you. always begging for more.”

todoroki eases the tip in slowly, matching the pace with the whimpers suggesting your pleasure. “here?” he mumbles into your throat, occupied hands teasing at your nipples. “you like when i fill you slowly, share myself with you?” the fire and ice quirked male bites lovingly into your shoulder, containing a moan as he bottoms out. “don’t move, please. don’t wanna cum too soon.”

perv!toji and his sweet virgin gf yayaya

toji wouldn’t necessarily call himself a cherry chaser but when he laid his eyes on you, he knew he just had to have you. you’re just so much softer and gentle and sweeter than he could ever be, he craved to feel your soft lips on his scarred skin and smell the aroma of your perfumes and scented lotions. 

and you thought it was just so cool, that a big guy like toji would wanna be with somebody like you. you should’ve at least expected it sooner, that he would want something from you. you can’t help yourself! you’re just too nervous, too shy to give yourself to a man, even if he was the most handsome and sexiest guy you’d ever met. he’s awfully touchy and lovey and part of you just feels bad. you’re too unsure of dressing in front of him, too diffident to keep a kiss going, but you really wanted to make sure he felt good.

but toji loves you, so he sticks around. tells you about all the other ways you could make him feel so good.

he lays you down comfortably on his bed as he unbuckles his belt.

“mmm, i don’t know, toji. never done this before.”

giving you a reassuring grin and nod while retrieving your hand in his bigger palm, “don’t gotta do anything, baby. don’t know why you’re so worried, i’ll handle everything. jus’ sit there all pretty for me.” he snaps his boxers off just below the pudge of his cock, and god he’s big. he takes your hesitant hand and manipulates it around. you whine gently when your fingertips squish up against a vein, he swears under his breath as he wraps his hand around your pliable one. slowly at first, he starts to stroke himself with your palm. he’s raging hard and he can tell if he doesn’t concentrate on not coming immediately on your inexperienced hand, he’ll shoot. and he can’t let this opportunity go to waste so quickly. 

“you’re so hard…” you’re practically hypnotized, the way big drops of pre pumps out of his leaky cockhead and coats his foreskin and length in a shiny layer makes your mouth water. “god, i’m always this way around you, doll. make me feel like–like a teenager again.” his breath hitches when he feels you trying to go faster, allowing it.

“mhm, that’s good.” he grips your hand tighter and bucks impatiently into your palm, your hand now slippery and gooey with his sticky pre. “thinking about that tight cunt you’re too shy about. you wondering what i’d feel like inside you? inside that tight, virgin pussy?”

“toji, stop it.” you pout at his words, they are working considering how tight you have your thighs clamped. you always wonder about it. especially now, seeing his thick cock just weeping in front of you. how he’d prep you up and talk about how he’s been waiting for this day, pushing his chubby tip through the tight ring of your heat. you can’t take your eyes away from how fucking big he is. your fingers start to cramp when he races them against himself, coming incredibly hard into the air onto your wrist. big, heavy load just sitting on your knuckles and his rough jeans. next time he won’t let that go to waste!

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the trust that katsuki has in you is absolutely hit or miss, but most times he trusts you blindly. and he doesn’t really show it in the most obvious ways. one way in which he shows it, though, is when he leaves things up to you when he’s unable to fight.

even when the fight is him sitting frustrated in the drivers seat of his porsche, the manual gear stick mockingly standing before his injured arm. it’s not everyday that katsuki gets badly hurt, and it’s not everyday that he can’t drive home from the pain.

his right foot is on the accelerator, left on the clutch. his right hand hovers over the gear stick, when katsuki’s arm jolts from the pain. he hisses, and before he can even let out a curse, your left hand moves the stick down.

you just shifted gears for him.

“if you won’t let me drive, then at least let me help you, katsuki.”

his eyes widen, a small smirk on his face. his foot presses the accelerator even harder, with a single command coming from his mouth.

“third.”

without even looking, you’re certain his foot is on the clutch yet again, and your hand moves the gear stick up. it’s not long before he speaks up again.

“fourth.”

the stick goes down, and katsuki’s smirk grows even bigger. not once do you hesitate, and his crimson car runs smoother than it ever does. it’s unlikely that katsuki lets down his pride and allows you to cover for him, so it’s moments like these that you treasure. the sound of the car speeding up snaps you out of your trance. there’s a slight stop, but it’s not from hesitation.

fifth. katsuki doesn’t even have to mention it.

the gear stick moves up, right, and up again. katsuki can only chuckle as you smile, his hand resting with yours on the stick.

“i hate that ya know me so well.”

“well i hate the fact that you’re not letting me drive, kats.”

he laughs, “no way in hell you’re drivin’ my car.”

haze.

✯ pairing - jean kirstein x fem! reader

contains - use of drugs (weed), size kink, praise

it was probably the weed that made jean look so good to you. his eyes clouded red with those intense green-gold orbs shining back at you. if this was how smoking with jean would be like, you would’ve done it a lot earlier.

you were seated on his lap, hands to his chest as he stared at you, a small smirk planted on his lips. the vibrations of the speakers in your almost empty apartment were tuned out and you felt like your only focus was the man in front of you.

“what’s up, pretty girl? feeling good?” you shook your head in your dumb and dazed state. nimble fingers run along your sides, dipping into the hem of your underwear. you had earlier complained about how hot it was; jean giving you his button up for you to wear as you ditched your bottoms.

his eyes slowly trailed down your body as he pulls down your underwear teasingly. your nipples hardened under his touch, poking out of the thin, white fabric.

you shuffled a bit helping him to remove the garment. “jean!” you shriek as you feel his fingers dip in and out of your cunt. he was buried deep—deeper than you could ever reach and you don’t know if it’s your euphoric state or just his skilled fingers pressing just at the perfect spot, that have you seeing stars already.

“that’s a good girl” he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he licks his lips, watching how you grind on his digits. you dip your head into the crook of his neck, moaning softly. “feels good” you manage to rasp out.

jean picks up his pace, feeling you clamp onto his fingers. you can feel yourself growing closer and closer to your high. “‘s too much! slow down” you cry out but he doesn’t seem to be fazed at your whimpers, only making sure you get to your orgasm—and fast.

jolts of pleasure soar through your body as you finally cum. the remnants of your orgasm drip down his fingers as he pulls them up to your mouth. “open for me” he demands, his hand gripping your jaw as he slides his two fingers on your tongue. you wrap your lips around them, tasting your bitter arousal.

you can feel his erection through his slacks and see the dark spot created from the precum of his leaking tip. you reach down to unbuckle his belt before a strong grip moves them away.

“ah ah ah, don’t be so eager”. he lets your wrists go before undoing his belt and whipping his cock from his boxers at a tantalizing pace.

“you’re so big” you say as you fix your eyes on his hard on. bead after bead of precum dribble out and you can tell from how flushed red his tip was, that he needed you, and needed you bad.

“i know my pretty girl can take it” he coos as he grips your hips and hovers you over his length. you’re not even sure you can take it with the way you struggle to sink down on the head. the stretch burns along with the way his fingers dig at the soft flesh of your waist. “you can do it—that’s it, that’s my girl” jean says when you finally bottom out.

you bounce slowly, furrowing your brows in pleasure as he fills you up just right, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix. he throws his head back with a groan tightening his hold on your waist. you take it as a sign to go faster.

“fuck, just like that” he moans languidly, squeezing his eyes shut. if the weed wasn’t messing with his head enough, it was surely the way your cunt sucked him up, taking in more than it could.

you grind your hips to search for your sweet spot and move a little bit faster when you find it. you felt a haze wash over you, feeling such intense pleasure at the way his cock abused your sweet spot. even more so when he planted his feet to buck up into you harder and much faster.

“you, feel so, good” he grunts between thrusts. sweet moans tumble from your lips as you feel your second orgasm nearing. “too good! jean, ‘s too much!” you cry out in hopes he would listen this time, but he doesn’t, continuing to fuck up into you.

before you knew it, you were squirting around his length, your arousal coating the both of your thighs. “fuck” you breathed out but his strokes didn’t stop then. he chased his own high and within moments, filled your cunt with white ropes of his cum.

“good girl” he gasps, recollecting his breath

“good fucking girl”

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