Intrusive Thots✨

ꕥ summary: rating how well mha men would eat you out ! (this is canon cause i said so)

ꕥ includes: keigo takami, mirio togata, touya todoroki, shota aizawa, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, enji todoroki

ꕥ warnings: dom/sub implications, oral f!recieving, dirty talk, crack ofc this is for fun, slander (sorry lol), black!reader as always, timeskip chargebolt and dynamight

KEIGO TAKAMI - ♾️/10

⊗ he’s a REAL eater.

⊗ you have to cry and beg for him to pop his mouth off you because he has an addiction

⊗ he thinks you taste so good

⊗ there’s not one morning his head doesn’t end up between your thighs

⊗ and at events, he’ll find a way to pull you to the nearest bathroom and get a quick one out because you just looked too good

⊗ he loves having you sit on his face

⊗ “imma eat it. AHHHHH”

⊗ he doesn’t care if you just got off of work or if you’re tired he needs your pussy on his tongue stat.

⊗ he’s such a slut.

“please- ‘s too much~!”

“c‘mon i know you got one more, i got you~”

TOUYA TODOROKI - 3/10

⊗ you thought he was an eater…?

⊗ you’re funny.

⊗ yeah unfortunately mr. long dick over here doesn’t like eating pussy

⊗ his ego is bigger than his dick

⊗ however,

⊗ on the rare occasion that he’s feeling extra nice, he’ll do more than plunge his fingers into you before he makes you take him from the back

“o-oh~..!”

“couldn’t help myself…too fuckin’ wet…”

ennoshita x reader

warnings: +18 mdni, cisfem reader, mutual masturbation, ‘just the tip’…. unbeta-ed: this is an unedited cluster fuck im sorry

Minors DNI banner by @benkeibear

The springs of the couch shift as Ennoshita shimmies his pants down, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs. He watches you from the corner of his eye, biting back a smile as he settles in, trying to hide his clear excitement at being with you. His thighs, thick with muscle and fat, twitch nervously as you do the same, stripping down your underwear wordlessly and then sitting on the opposite side. With one arm thrown over the back of the couch, the other tracing over the elastic band of his underwear, he already looks throughly fucked just at the sight of you.

“Like what you see?” you ask, closer to teasing than serious. Your foot is wedged behind the couch cushion and the other is on the floor, giving Ennoshita a perfect angle to watch you as you trace lazy circles over your clit through the fabric.

“Always.” he breathes. He’s palming himself at the show, bucking up against the heel of his palm with slow rolls of his hips. The way he watches is so intense; his gaze flickers between your fingers, captivated by the way they glisten with your excitement, and your eyes.

When Ennoshita first told you his “no sex” rule, you were a little disappointed. Sure, you didn’t date him just to fuck, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted him. Isn’t that natural? To want to touch and be touched? Previous experiences had left a sour taste in Ennoshita’s mouth and you were more than happy to take your physical relationship at his speed.

'I want it to mean something when I touch you.’ he had insisted, 'I want sex to be special.’

Luckily for you, there were a couple loopholes in Ennoshita’s no sex rule.

Touching yourselves was more than okay.

Nothing stops him from licking, lapping and slurping up arousal. Of sucking on labia until you aren't sure what's his spit and what's your slick. Letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin as he pulls back, accidently avoiding your clit in his exploration because he knows once he starts sucking on that throbbing bundle of nerves he won't be able to stop. The sounds you make, the way you shiver and shake.

The way you taste.

summary . . . you crave levi, but he isn't there when you wake up.

contents . . . f!reader, nsfw mdni, cock warming, office (?) sex, creampie, piv, unprotected sex, fluff, honestly i haven't been in much of a mood to write smut but this has been in my drafts for a while so it gets really soft at the end— 2.2k

you walk into the room, frowning at the sight of your lover still behind his desk, bent over the parchment. light shadows his face, sparkling over him like a candle, illuminating him in a yellow hue. he’s so beautiful, and you ache for him. the desperation inside of you only grows, even though it is dually coated in worry. 

“levi?” you say, lips drawn down as you approach, blinking away your sleepiness. “why are you still working?” 

it’s nearly three in the morning; the bed was cold and empty when you left, and the middle of winter was unforgiving. though levi didn’t sleep often, he, at least, made an effort to when you were at his side. tonight, though, it seems he’s given up on the matter, scribbling notes on the paperwork instead.

“i have to finish this by tomorrow,” levi says, dismissive, not even bothering to glance up. 

your frown deepens, and you repeat his name, softer as you come around the side of the desk. you’d woken up so desperate for him, and when he was not there to coax an orgasm out of you, you’d tried to take on the task yourself. 

though, your fingers didn’t feel as nice as his did, hadn’t reached the places inside of you that his cock could. and, you craved it, craved him so much that you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. 

“come back to bed,” you mutter, but even then, you can hear the desperation in your voice, the subtle tone that it takes on whenever you want him badly. 

his writing stops. he turns back to you, eyes hardening as you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. you run your soft fingertips along the juncture between his neck and jaw, batting your eyelashes at him so sweetly. 

“Take it,” He growls, “Just fuckin’ take it.”

And it’s all you can do but lay there and take it as he towers over you, pistoning into you with such urgency that his hips are bruising the backs of your thighs and he’s having to follow your body along the bed towards the headboard. Eyes wild as he watches the bounce of your tits with each frantic thrust, glancing down at where your bodies are connected to see how wet and slick his cock is as he pins you beneath the sheer mass of him. Filled with the intense, carnal urge to breed your sweet cunt within an inch of your live and leave you gaping and sodden with his spunk.

Certain he must look ridiculous hunched over you, feet poised on the mattress to ensure he can give you every single inch as he ruts into you sloppily. His blunt tip spearing against your poor, battered cervix with each forward motion. Something that should irritate you further and cause a heat to flood your cheeks, but instead causes a delicious ache to bloom inside you. Your cunt tightens around him, and he’s so bricked up that it’s all he can do to stop himself from blowing his load after three pathetic thrusts.

There’s nothing that leaves Bakugou’s lips besides guttural groans, and garbled promises to fill you up. A promise he’s certain to make good on as his heavy balls begin to seize and he bites back a whine of your name— the full weight of his mass now pressed on top of you as he gives a few more sloppy thrusts into your spent hole, fucking his cum deeper inside your pliant walls to make sure to offer you every last drop.

But what’s more embarrassing is the moment after, when he’s calmed down but his chest is still heaving. Pulling out of you with a tired grunt as he watches his warm cum slowly begin to drool from your abused cunt, pushing your thighs up even higher to lift your ass off the bed. Stopping anymore from escaping your fluttering hole as he practically holds your legs upright, absolutely no shame or embarrassment on Bakugou’s features as he watches the creamy mixture pulse inside you. Ignoring your pleas for him to let you go, to put you down— because why would he?

miya osamu wants to make you his.

it’s oh so notable as he stands behind you in onigiri miya — his arms wrapped around you to show you how to mold the rice, his words rough around the edges in your ear.

“yeah, like that — good girl.”

warnings: fem!reader, unprotected sex

“I like this view.”

Atsumu props his arms behind his head, and the way his biceps flex makes your jaw itch with the urge to bite. 

“You could help, you know.”

Sat pretty on his lap, your hands are splayed on the expanse of his chest, forcing your tits to smush together as you roll your hips as best you can. The head of his cock hits a spot that makes you shiver, and your voice goes a touch softer, quietly begging, “Please, help.”

“Mm, thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll stay put.” He muses, grinning slyly up at you.

Once it’s obvious he won’t be moving, your skirt a pair of fingers down to toy with your clit. Slick coats them when you start rubbing on it how you like, pussy clenching around him once, making his eyes dart down to between the both you, tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip.

“Fuck.” He whispers.

You roll your eyes at him, biting back a smirk, muttering affectionately under your breath, “Fuckin’ pillow princess.”

“Hey! I deserve to be pampered once in a while, yer always takin’ it from me-” You shove the fingers that were on your clit into his mouth, and he chokes on the end of his sentence before he starts wiggling his tongue against the pads of them, giving himself a proper taste.

His eyes roll back into his head, and he speaks around your fingers even though you put them there to shut him up, “Case ‘ike or puthy.”

You giggle at him, still talking, like always. You retract your hand and ignore the string of saliva that follows, his drool making your skin glisten, “Hm?” You prompt.

“Tastes like yer pussy, shit, gimme more, please.” He swipes a hand from behind his head to start pawing at yours, bringing it closer to his mouth by your wrist, sucking your fingers back into his mouth desperately.

They’re nearly hitting the back of his throat when he starts fucking his hips up into you, taking you by surprise and making you gasp, but instinctively meeting him halfway by pushing your ass down. He uses both hands to grip each cheek, and finally, mercifully, he gives you what you want and fucks you how you asked. He could never say no to you for long.

It gets messy, his pounding, and there’s no preamble to his orgasm besides a few broken groans. His strokes stutter, and he cums in you, fingers burrowing into the fat of your ass, pulling your hips down to his own.

You only sit there, and let yourself feel it, pussy clenching around him involuntarily, growing desperate to cum along with him, the want sitting hot under your skin, scorching like you were thrown headfirst into fire. He composes himself and pushes you off with a whine, tossing you onto your back on the bed next to him and climbing over your body like an awoken beast, suddenly hungry in a way he wasn’t before.

Brown eyes roam over your skin, gaze heated, one big hand heavily palming it’s way from your throat all the way down your front, leaving goosebumps in its wake, not stopping until he’s cupping your pussy with it.

he taps your hip if you’re in his way and if you take a second too long to react, he’s bumping you to the side. he’ll scrape off eye boogers (and learn how to do it more gently in the future) and situate you on the couch if he can’t get comfortable.

So despite your whining that you need him, he tells you not tonight princess and starts fingering you instead.

He gets down under the covers and pushes them aside to get between your legs and he lays there till you stop begging for his cock and start thanking him instead... for his fingers, his mouth, his lips, his tongue... until you spiral into a deep orgasm and soak the sheets with cum trickling down his chin.

And in the morning he impatiently waits for your friends to leave with the thick rod of his boner tucked in the waistband of his joggers. He sits there silently and rigidly, every muscle in his body tuned towards you, stepping around in that little nightie that's too good for their eyes. So much of your skin is on show and he just wants to cover you with his own body so they can't see.

But when his patience is nearly worn thin and they finally leave he rips the nightie off you and fucks you in the kitchen. He bends you over every surface till his thighs ache then grabs you in his arms and fucks you back to bed. His heavy and full balls slap you till he creams and groans and nearly breaks the bed with the force of his thrusting.

Katsuki thinks youre soft. Your hands compared to his are flawless and smooth, despite being a hero and had trained along side him since UA. He thinks your cheeks are soft when he pinches it because you puff and pout at his teasing everytime. How could you be so damn cute?!

He loves it when you hug, can really tell the difference between your bodies. His all hard and muscular, yours all comfy and squishy. When he's feeling a bit more frisky, he grabs and squeezes whatever his hands could hold. Your hips, your tummy, your thighs, your ass, tits even (this one he does only when its you two alone)

He thinks your soft when he's got his nose and tongue buried between the lips of your pussy. His tongue lapping up your hole then shoving it in, and his eyes roll back because he feels and tastes your softness. He digs his nose into your clit harder and you moan loud.

"Pwah, how are you so damn soft and sexy?" He says after giving a long suck on your outer labia to bite at your inner thighs. You mewl at his words and he squeezes your ass in his palms, adjusting you before sucking and kissing alternately between your pussy lips and clit. When he hears your moans get louder as he laps you up, he stops and you whine.

Katsuki pulls you to sit on his lap, then he sets you down onto his cock. He groans feeling your soft, warm fluttering hole, he thinks he could cum just from being buried in you. But he restrains himself and distracts himself momentarily by hugging you tighter to him, groping your ass and kissing the fat of your tits.

Then he starts thrusting into you, and you grind your hips to meet his. Katsuki thinks he's in heaven, thinks he could die like this. The room is filled with nothing but wet skin slapping against each other mixing with the sound of your breathy pants harmonizing with his needy moans.

"Fuck, baby please, you feel so good." He moans before kissing you sloppily. Then you start bouncing on his cock faster, and you both moan louder. "Katsuki, m'gonna cum! gonna cum!" you say and repeat his name again and again. he grabs your ass with both his hands to help slam your hips down onto his cock.

"Katsuki, cum with me! Oh, fuck!" you scream,

"Yes, baby, come on. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Need to feel you squeeze around me" Katsuki moans, and he holds your hips in place and starts thrusting his hips up into you faster and harder.

You grip Katsuki's hair tightly, eyes rolling back from too much pleasure. Then you both cum hard. Katsuki pulling you so close to his body, buries his head into your neck and moans. He grinds up into you slowly to ride out both of your orgasms, and he groans as his cock twitches at the feeling of your soft shaking thighs tightening around his hips.

But he doesn’t falter, the forceful pound pound pound from behind shocking your system with every thrust. Instead, he grabs tighter onto your plush hips, and starts to stroke down rather than just in, compensating for the way you’ve ruined his angle by melting in his hands.

“Keep your legs up, c’mon.” He scolds, breathless, but not really annoyed.

“I have to pee!” You squeal, teetering on the edge of incoherency, while every lick of his balls to your clit goes straight to your belly.

“I don’t care.” He says quickly, thoughtlessly, and the next pound feels like punishment.

“That’s, ungh, Yuuji-” Your voice muffles when you turn into the disheveled sheets, his strokes reflexively straightening your spine, “Rude!”

“No, I mean,” One big hand comes around your front, roughly squeezing the fat of your tit, and it feels a lot like reassurance when he hoarsely growls, “I don’t care.”

Catching you standing on your tiptoes to reach a glass cup in the cupboard stored too tall this time around and he gets a nice view of the cheeky pair you wear and his throat goes dry.

Already feeling like a fuckin creep for how he feels about you, the lewd thoughts he lets pass because he knows it’s natural at the very least. Your his little brothers best friend, basically family at this point with how often you visit and spend time with Yuuji. Never gone so far as to needing to lock himself away in the guest bathroom to stroke his hard cock to the scene that plays in his minds eye.

Of him being the kind man you know him as and reaching the cup for you. Fingers brushing over yours, pelvis pressing you into the rounded edge of the counter top while one hand grips firmly at your hip. Thinks of how maybe you’ll make that cute little gasp that always happens when you’re startled or surprised the moment you feel him against you.

Will you look up at him with those pleading eyes that every man in this house is weak to? So willing to give you everything you want even if you don’t really ask for it? Would you want him the way he wants you? Long lashes fluttering closed when Choso uses the hand at your hip to grind the fat of your ass against his rigid length.

He thinks of how maybe you’ll lean forward until your forearms rest against the countertop, standing on your tiptoes again so he could feel more of you through his baggy joggers and the thin cotton covering your warm slit.

Fuck it’s gotta be tighter than the grip of his fist right now. He’d want to go slower than the quick and frenzied pace he has now, the one that causes the rest of his body to warm and a light sheen of sweat to collect on the nap of his neck and temple. Biting his lip hard to keep from groaning and altering you to his presence in the bathroom.

Imagining your sweet calls of his name, breathy sighs laced with pleasure. You’d sound so cute he knows it, you already sound so sinful when you say his name in innocent situations.

“Choso Choso Choso” fuck you’d probably pitch when he’d rut his hips to nudge at your clit after pushing the band of his sleepwear down and your panties to the side. Slick clicking because he knows he can make you feel good, he already takes care of you as much as he can. Or fuck if you let him slip inside and feel that divine heat like he imagines now. Fevered ruts nearly lifting you off your feet because he’ll have to angle himself to take you comfortably. He’s sick from the thought of a sweet keen of “chos-oh” at the feel of him. What he can do for you.

So close, almost there. Just a little more.

Before you knock at the door, and you sound just as innocent as you always do. As the fantasy that plays in his head does before it shatters but still he pumps his cock in his fist, “Choso? That you? Everything okay?”

Fuck, no? Everything’s not okay because you’re so close. Just outside the door, within arms reach, and his sacs already tightening with the need to cum. He’s almost there he can’t fucking stop now even with you standing outside.

“Yeah,” it’s a husk through grit teeth, panting breath and he’s almost there. Close close close fuck.

“Are you sure? You sound like you’re sick..” You’re so sweet, do you know that? So caring always, he knows it. His younger brother keeps good people. A talent for it obviously when he found you, when he brought you to him. The way you smile, the way you shine, everything. He’s euphoric, he’s painting his tight fist in pearly ropes with a relieved sigh to the thought of you.

Head lolling back against the door behind him as his hips stutter through the pleasure Choso knows pales in comparison to what you could offer. But it’s relief for now.

Collecting himself to tuck away his spent cock and open the faucet for the sound of running water to fill the space and hopefully put you at ease.

Content warnings: p -> v sex, creampie, mean!kiba, degradation, pain kink, kitchen sex

"Did you need something?"

Kiba grunts into your shoulder, nuzzling his nose deeper into your nape. "Whatcha makin'?" His hands trail under your shirt, thick fingers digging into your sides. You pretend you don't notice the outline of his cock pressed against your lower back. He pretends he can't smell the heat radiating between your clenched thighs.

"Soup," you say, focusing on keeping your breathing even when one of his hands kneads your chest, the other thumbing the band of your shorts. "Is that okay with you, sir?" The honorific is supposed to be a jest, the both of you know it. But with the way you whine breathlessly after the word, and your hips buck back into him, it's hard to keep up your facade.

"Don't want it," he murmurs, teeth nipping at your lobe, tongue lapping at your neck. Kiba's next movements are so quick, you don't know what's happening until your face is pressed into the cool marble of the counter and you register the click the oven makes when the burner is turned off. "Want this," he says, pulling your too short shorts higher up your back. The strain of the fabric rubbing deliciously over your clit.

the thick arm that shoots out to stop your ascent up the stairs nearly winds you. not necessarily out of character, but weird nonetheless.

“baby?” you search his face for an answer and find nothing—katsuki hovers in front of you almost completely devoid of any expression, which is out of character. his eyebrows furrow, almost like he’s confused. it would almost be comical if it wasn’t so strange.

“why do you smell like that?”

you scrunch your face at him. “smell like what?”

“like,” sniff, “that.”

you scoff, moving to shove past him. “you really know how to charm ‘em, Kat—”

you don’t even make it the full step before you’re pinned flat to the nearest wall. Katsuki’s on you like a second skin, nosing where your blood pumps wildly through your jugular.

“Katsuki—what the fuck are you doing—”

“y’r drivin’ me fuckin’ insane—” his voice is strained from behind you and comes out in a pant against your bare shoulder—and just when did he unbutton your work shirt— “y’smell so fuckin’ good—”

your laugh comes out a little breathless when the muscular thigh he has slotted slotted between your own gets closer, moves up a little bit. “i shouldn’t, i went to the gym over lunch—”

the man behind you lets out a groan that you feel under your skin—his teeth graze the shell of your ear and the last of the tension leaves you, replacing itself with tv static that fizzles up every nerve ending.

“my sweat has you like this?” you ask incredulously, peering at him over your shoulder. he only grins, a little dark when he leans forward to nip at the curve of your jaw.