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Miles G. Morales… loves to do new hairstyles on you. He really appreciates it when you offer to let him practice a style he really wanted to get better at.
Miles G. Morales… enjoys wearing matching pajamas with you whenever you both have sleepovers. Miles is also very secure so yes he would wear hello kitty pajamas
Miles G. Morales… writes down things about you all the time after having a conversation with you or learning about your interests through your rants. He has a whole dedicated to you.
Miles G. Morales… has amazing music taste. which he will show off at times and he will disect these songs to a T. Also makes playlists for you after random things he sees. The covers are each a different picture of you.
Miles G. Morales… likes to roughhouse with you but gently of course. He thinks it’s fun to have matches with you and always keeps track of them.
AN - DAMN I MISS MILES LIEK CRAY CRAY soooo yur lemme make theseeeee.
The first time you realize something is wrong, it isn’t because you see anything.
It’s because you don’t hear anything. No teasing comment. No grumble. No, “Move.”
The apartment is unusually quiet when you step inside. Shoes sit neatly by the door. The lights are on. Dinner smells like something warm and familiar, but the kitchen is empty.
“…Hajime?”
Silence.
You find him in the living room. Stretched across the couch. One arm thrown over closed eyes.
Normally, the second you walk in, you’d get a tired greeting or an absent-minded reach for your hand.
You kneel beside the couch, brushing your fingers through messy brown hair.
“You okay?”
A long sigh escapes.
“Today was hell.”
The words come out rough, barely louder than a whisper.
You hum quietly.
“I can tell.”
Then, without opening tired eyes, one hand lifts toward you.
Not asking. Expecting.
You smile.
Your fingers slip into the waiting hand.
The grip tightens almost immediately.
“…Stay.”
It’s barely audible.
You don’t answer.
You simply sit on the floor beside the couch, still holding his hand.
Minutes pass.
The room grows darker as the evening sun disappears behind the curtains.
Eventually, the grip loosens.
Not because he wants to let go but because sleep finally wins.
You try to carefully pull your hand away.
“No.”
His fingers tighten again.
Eyes still closed.
Half asleep.
“…Didn’t say you could leave.”
A laugh slips out before you can stop it.
“I wasn’t going far.”
“…Good.”
Then, in a voice so sleepy it almost doesn’t sound real—“…Need you here.”
Your heart melts.
You lean over, pressing a soft kiss against warm hair.
“I’ve got you.”
The only response is a content hum.
Five minutes later, you’re still sitting on the floor.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is the type to never let you walk on the street-side of the sidewalk, but he doesn’t do it with some dramatic, sweeping gesture. he just quietly palms your waist, his thumb digging slightly into your hip through your shirt, and nudges you to the inside without breaking the flow of whatever story he’s telling you about his athletes.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has hands that are always a little rough, calloused from years of gripping volleyballs and athletic tape, but he’s absurdly gentle when it comes to you. his favorite thing to do when you’re both unwinding on the couch is to drag the blunt tips of his fingers down the nape of your neck, tracing the edge of your collarbone until you’re practically melting into his chest.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi looks terrifyingly hot when he’s focused, especially now that he’s older, broader, and wears those fitted athletic polos for work. if you’re studying or working next to him, he’ll be staring intensely at his laptop screen, jaw tight, until he catches you looking. the way his expression immediately softens into this heavy-lidded, knowing smirk will absolutely ruin your ability to concentrate.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi isn’t a loud PDA person, but his possessiveness shows up in the quietest, highest-voltage ways. like how his hand always finds its way under your thigh when he’s driving, his fingers idly squeezing your skin right above your knee, or how he’ll pull you against him by your waistband in crowded spaces, his chin resting right on top of your head.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is incredibly observant. he knows the exact temperature you like the shower, exactly how much milk to put in your morning coffee so it’s just the right shade of beige, and the precise moment your social battery dips. before you even have to say you want to leave a party, you’ll feel his large, warm hand slide down your spine, his lips brushing your ear as he mumbles, “let’s get you home, ‘kay?”
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has a terrible habit of leaving his heavy, oversized hoodies at your place, and he fully expects you to wear them. but the real kicker is when you try to give them back, and he just pulls you into his lap, buries his face in the crook of your neck, and mutters that they smell way better on you anyway, his grip tightening around your waist so you can’t get up.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is a teasing menace behind closed doors. he loves to push your buttons just to feel the flush creep up your neck. if you’re complaining about him being too distracting, he’ll just lean over you, trapping you against the kitchen counter with his forearms on either side of your hips, looking down at you with that lazy, confident gaze that says he knows exactly what he does to you.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is your absolute biggest safe space. after a grueling day, there is nothing better than crawling into his bed and having him immediately haul you against his chest. he’ll wrap his thick arms and legs around you like a human weighted blanket, pressing slow, lingering kisses to the top of your head until all your stress completely evaporates.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is so deceptively solid, and he knows exactly how much he outweighs you. when he’s feeling particularly impatient, he loves to casually hook a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling your back flush against his broad chest in a lazy, dominant headlock. he’ll just hold you trapped there, his heavy bicep pressing right against your chin, flexing effortlessly every time you try to squirm away while he mumbles something entirely too hot in your ear.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi does this thing where he doesn’t ask you to move—he just moves you. if you’re in his way or if he just wants you closer, he’ll wrap his massive hands around your waist and physically lift your feet off the ground to set you exactly where he wants you. that casual, effortless manhandling is dangerous, especially when he deposits you right onto his lap or strands you on top of the kitchen counter so you’re at perfect eye level.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has an absolute vice grip, a lovely byproduct of his years as a heavy-hitting wing spiker and trainer. when things get heated behind closed doors, he likes to pin both of your wrists above your head with just one of his hands. his fingers wrap completely around your bones, locking you down so easily that it makes your head spin. he’ll just look down at you, using his free hand to trace a line down your stomach, completely unbothered by how much you’re trembling underneath him.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi’s thighs and biceps are genuinely a public health hazard. he’s completely unbothered by using his weight to pin you to the mattress, straddling your hips so you can feel every single muscle in his legs locking you in place. if you try to push him off, your hands just end up gripping his tensed, solid biceps, which only makes him huff a dark, quiet laugh before he leans down to bite at your collarbone.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi gets incredibly needy in the dirtiest way after a long week of training. he won’t even wait for you to get to the bedroom; he’ll just crowd you against the nearest wall, his heavy thigh sliding right between yours to press up against you, making your breath hitch. he likes to slide his rough hands under your shirt, his calloused palms dragging harshly over your bare skin as he commands you to look at him while he ruins your makeup.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi loves the contrast of his rough, athletic hands against your soft skin, and he isn’t gentle about leaving his mark. he’ll wrap his hand firmly around the back of your neck, his thumb pressing into your jawline to force your mouth open for him. the way he handles you is so heavy and deliberate—he likes to leave deep, dark bruises right where your neck meets your shoulder, anchoring you to him while he takes his time pulling the most embarrassing, breathless noises out of you.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is entirely too strong for his own good, and when he completely loses his patience with you, he shows you exactly how effortless it is for him to keep you right where he wants you. he’ll pull you onto his lap facing away from him, or crowd you from behind against the mattress, and lazily hook one thick, heavy bicep under your chin to lock your head back against his shoulder—keeping you completely pinned while he drives into you from behind.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi loves the view it gives him. with his arm locked securely around your neck, he can force your head back just enough to look down at your face, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth part as he hits every single spot. every time he drives home, his bicep flexes hard against your throat and collarbone, smothermuffling your breathless, high-pitched whines right into the crook of his neck while his other hand grips your hip so hard he’s going to leave bruises shaped like his fingers.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi uses his athletic weight to completely overwhelm you. you’re trapped between his solid chest pressing into your spine and the unyielding restraint of his arm holding your head steady, making it impossible to escape the relentless, heavy rhythm he’s setting. when you try to arch away from the friction, he just tightens the headlock a fraction more, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly command right against your ear: “don’t move, just take it. you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi gets so dirty when he realizes how much his strength turns you on. he’ll intentionally tense his forearm right against your neck as he plows into you, letting you feel the full, hard ridge of his muscle cutting off your ability to do anything but swallow the moans of his name. by the time he finally lets you go, your head drops heavily to the pillows, completely spent and dazed from the sheer, breathless weight of how thoroughly he just took you apart.
n: i’m at an all you can eat asian restaurant, mmm
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warnings: nsfw, dry humping (not for long), humiliation, impact play
“fuuuuckkk, baby,” you hear him rasp from beneath you. “look at ya, you’re doing so well.”
you whine in response, hips bumping against his quicker and harder. each roll of your hips increase in pressure, desperately chasing that friction against your clit. it’s so frustratingly good—but your pussy is aching for skin to skin.
he looks at you with dazed eyes, blown out and fixated on the pleasure and the sight of purely you. his boxers have already shown to darken in the past few minutes, and your panties are quick to follow. every bump of his clothed erection against your aching clit has you pressing down firmer against his crotch. your hands have purchase on his biceps, squeezing the muscles as you beg for more.
“need more—ah—!” you cry as the man beneath you grabs onto your hips, firmly rolling you down in a controlled and precise way to have you drunk. “need it—you—in me!”
“nah, gotta make you cum like this first,” he drawls out crudely, raising one of his hands towards your face. “you haven’t even asked me what i want, dollface. you’ve just been using me.”
yeah, right.
the reddening skin of your hips and your ass from earlier says otherwise. he’s so mean, controlling the way you rub up on him then blaming you—it’s not your fault it feels so damn good. his hand that reached up is now on your chin, caged between his thumb and index finger. it’s to make you look at him—really—but your eyes don’t follow. instead they’re rolled back, off and away to focus on the intoxicating pleasure of his cock twitching against your heat.
“tch, you’re pathetic,” he spits at you. he releases your chin and winds his hand back for a few seconds before landing a slap against your cheek. it’s not gentle—it’s crude and humiliating—but you moan at the impact anyway. he forces you to look at him again, and this time your eyes are trained on his. he stares at you with such venom, like he’s ready to break you apart if need be. “you fuckin’ look at me when i talk to you. got that?”
you mumble out a slurred “yes” before he slaps you again. “couldn’t hear you, pretty. say it again.”
“yessssss—!”
your panties are completely drenched with arousal, and it’s shared as it soaks through his boxers as well. arousal thins out the fabric, and you can feel his cock moving against your clit. you’re dizzy—your eyes are trained on him but you don’t actually see him. all your focus pours into the speed of your hips, bouncing yourself on his lap like there’s no tomorrow.
you can feel it coming—you’re almost past your breaking point. and the way he groans and moans beneath you, his back arching against the pillows and the bed, make it clear that he’s close too. “that’s right, my dirty girl. chase—hah—chase that fuckin’ high of y—yours..”
“w–wanna cum t–together!” your lips find his in a sloppy kiss. your tongue doesn’t hesitate to push back the barrier of his lips, and he allows you to. it’s so dirty, saliva dripping down each other’s chins as your bodies entangle into one another. you’re so tired—but luckily his hands are there to help and guide you.
as soon as he feels your hips falter, stuttering as you reach your high, he takes the reigns. he’s moving you up and down against his cock at a faster rate than before, and overstimulation breaks in for you. he lets out a guttural groan into your mouth as he feels his cock twitch once—twice—and now he’s cumming into his boxers.
the fabric doesn’t do much to absorb it—between your clothed heats—lies a slimey, translucent stream of white connecting both of you.
your body collapses into his, and he catches you with arms wrapped around your waist. you two lie there for a few moments before you can feel his hand slapping gently at your butt, gesturing for you to get up. and you do, raising your hips and one leg off over him.
you think you two are done—until he halts you from lying down. you shoot him a confused, dizzy look, and then you feel his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to tug them off.
“thought ya said you wanted me in you, doll?”
a/n: i didn’t know who to write for here’s ur favs x you!!
micro iwaizumi braindump
cw: suggestive in some parts — read at your own risk!
author note: i had the thought and then i started writing
⟡ iwaizumi hajime respects your body like it is a gift from the heavens. the first time you showed him what you look like without anything else on you, he looked at you like you were nothing less than a masterpiece. every detailed drawing on the ceiling of the sistine chapel couldn't compare to the way that light hit your skin. the palace of versaille paled in comparison to your bone structure. every line, curve, or shape that made you who you were nearly brought him to his knees.
⟡ his hands are slow. reverent. he has his moments of passion, pinning you to the nearest countertop and fitting himself between your legs, but his favorite thing to do is take his time. his palms, warm and solid, trace you like you are precious, committing your feel to memory. he unwraps you like a present. you're for his eyes and his eyes alone.
⟡ he loves the mornings with you. sunlight streams through sheer curtains, the gentle glow of it illuminating your bare legs. you're in nothing but his shirt, skin marked in gentle kisses from last night — a pleasant reminder. you're brewing coffee when he slides up behind you, his lips buried in the crook of your neck and his hands beneath your shirt, holding your waist. skin to skin. the warmth of his palms nearly turns you into a puddle in his grasp, and he pulls you tighter, the broad planes of his chest pressing into your back. "mornin'" he mumbles into your skin, his hands sliding up your chest. "i think it's time for breakfast."
it doesn't work when you're on all fours, or when you're sitting on him on reverse, or not even when he's spooning you. he needs to see you while he's fucking you. he needs to see the way you react when he's reaching the deepest parts of you.
sure, he likes it when you moan with his every thrust, but goddamn, you just look so beautiful laid down on your back, being the pillow princess that you are, getting what you deserve.
and he gets aggressive when you try and cover yourself with your hands. no, that's not allowed under his watch,
"let me see you, pretty angel."
it sounds like a threat. but he's just so worked up seeing you ride your high. you can't be shy around him, because he'll pin your hands down and fuck you faster, harder, deeper, rougher–
until you can't take it anymore.
you won't even see how he smirks as you try and fight his big strong hands, your eyes blurry with tears steaming down your cheeks, whining, begging him to let you cum, "c-can't take it anymore daddy please!"
so he lets you.
and you feel every vein of him inside that you're spasming around his cock, white cream spreading onto his length as he picks up the pace. and slowly, when you're eyes close shut, back arch at your release, he pulls out, pumps his cock and cums on your face.
"that's my good girl, letting me make a mess on your pretty face, yeah?"
“why aren’t you holding my hand?” / iwaizumi hajime
“iwa, why aren’t you holding my hand?”
he stops halfway down the flight of airport stairs at your comment. he turns around, one brow raised in confusion as he scans himself. both of his hands are completely occupied, one carrying his suitcase, the other carrying yours and a ginormous duffle bag full of things you insisted had to come with. he has a travel pillow around his neck and a backpack on his back that feels so heavy he might fall over any second now. you didn’t just ask that question, right? but he’s competitive in his nature and certainly not one to back down from a challenge. plus, despite how emotionally intelligent he may be, he can never tell when you’re trying to get a kick out of him and when you’re being dead serious.
so your duffle bag gets slung over his shoulder and he opts to tough it out and carry both suitcases in one hand. he tells himself that after skipping the gym to pack for the trip and eating strictly junk the past few days just to empty out the fridge, he needs the arm day anyway. as long as he can keep some of his sanity on the way down.
now, with one hand completely free, he holds it out behind him for you to take. you intertwine your fingers with his, smiling up at him in victory. even though he’s dying inside, he still gives a gentle squeeze back.
The room was quiet, dimly lit by the orange glow of the streetlamp leaking through the curtains. Rain tapped softly against the windows while the TV played some movie neither of you were actually paying attention to anymore.
Iwaizumi laid back against the couch with you curled against his side, your head tucked beneath his chin while one of his hands lazily rubbed up and down your arm.
You’d fallen asleep maybe twenty minutes ago.
He knew because your grip on his hoodie had loosened, your breathing evening out into something soft and steady. He smiled to himself, glancing down at you for a second.
Cute. Way too cute.
He looked back toward the TV, completely relaxed until he suddenly felt something soft press against his jaw.
Iwaizumi froze.
His eyes immediately darted downward.
You were still asleep against him.
“…What?”
Before he could even process it, your lips brushed against his cheek this time. A tiny sleepy kiss, absentminded and gentle, like you didn’t even realize you were doing it.
His entire body locked up.
Slowly, he looked around the empty living room like someone else had seen that.
Then he looked back down at you with wide eyes.
“Did you just—”
Another kiss.
This one landed near the corner of his mouth.
His face immediately started heating up.
You didn’t react afterward, just snuggled closer into his chest with a quiet sigh, still fully asleep.
Iwaizumi stared at you in complete disbelief.
You kissed him all the time when you were awake—walking past him in the kitchen, sitting next to him on campus, literally whenever you felt affectionate—but this?
This was new, and somehow worse.
Because you weren’t even conscious.
A few seconds passed before you shifted again, pressing one more sleepy kiss directly onto his lips.
Iwaizumi’s brain completely short-circuited.
His breath caught so suddenly he almost choked on it.
“…No way,” he whispered, staring at you like you’d just done something illegal.
Meanwhile you only frowned slightly in your sleep, mumbling something incoherent before burying your face into his chest again.
Like nothing happened.
His heart was pounding embarrassingly hard now, ears burning red while he sat there stiff as a board, one hand hovering awkwardly over your back because he genuinely didn’t know what to do with himself.
You kissed him again.
Tiny. Quick. Sleepy.
And that was what finally broke him.
A helpless grin spread across his face as he dropped his head back against the couch with a quiet groan. “You’re seriously doing this unconsciously?”
You only cuddled closer in response.
Iwaizumi looked down at you again, expression softening almost immediately despite the violent beating of his heart.
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you’ve been awoken by an angel. or at least, that’s what it feels like when you wake up in a soft bed that is absolutely not your own, the warmth of this stranger — no, angel, filling your limbs with life you didn’t have before.
you gently open your eyes, trying consciously to widen them against the sleep that tugs at your eyelids. above you is a man kissed in sunlight, his broad arms held above you on the mattress. his eyes. some mix of green or brown or hazel or heaven looked at you like you’d bestowed him the greatest gift of the universe.
so naturally, having a hot man on top of you made you say the stupidest thing said in the history of mankind.
“holy shit. you are the sexiest man alive.”
the man stilled, eyebrows knitting in confusion before the laughter lit up his entire face.
“you’re supposed to be sober,” he sighed. “come on now. you’re telling me a full night of sleep didn’t fix that?”
you blinked sleepily, your edges snapping into focus before you realized that in your sleepy gaze, you’d just called iwaizumi hajime, your best friend of all time….the sexiest man alive.
you wished the ground would swallow you whole. that at least, would be a better fate than what currently greeted you.
you shoved your face in your hands, hearing hajime’s chuckles carrying out over the entire room.
“oh wow! that definitely did it. sexiest man alive, huh.”
“that wasn’t me…” you mumbled into your hands, “that was my evil twin. they try to sabotage me no matter what i do.”
you feel the gentle sensation of your hands being peeled away from your face, only for hajime to lean down and kiss your forehead.
every thought in your head ceased to exist.
“you’re silly,” he smiled against your skin, rising up from the mattress. “go brush your teeth. i’ll make breakfast.”
you were left alone in a sunlit room, wrapped in his sheets and wondering if your stupid comment had landed you a breakfast date with your secret crush.
notes a short drabble of how his big hands and long fingers satisfy you ♡ for ref, his hand is 23-24cm (9-9.5in) long, with a span of 28 cm (11 inches). the avg is 19cm long!
when you're both making love, he wants you to know that you're undoubtedly his. he shows this by grabbing onto your throat as he drills his cock inside of you; the pressure his fingers put onto your neck make you feel so lightheaded. you pathetically attempt to hold onto michael's waist with your legs for support.
just putting one finger inside already sends you over the edge. michael is more than able to hit your cervix—it's that long and thick. when another finger enters into your folds, you can't help but start to cry. he doesn't admit it, but the sight of you trembling under his hands puts a hard tent on his pants.
michael was so shy to do this at first, but over time, he realized how much he loved slapping your ass. he enjoys how plump and hot it becomes, feeling the heat as he rubs the same spot to soothe the sting. your whimpers only make him want to do it harder, but he knows that he can't bring himself to. he loves you too much to risk actually hurting you.
he loves putting fingers down your throat to see you choke on it. the way your eyes water, your lips tighten, and your moans muffle through his digits is his favorite kind of foreplay. it gets him so hard that it makes him so, so impatient to replace his hand with his cock. “just a little more, baby," michael coos.
sometimes, when you both go out together, he'd wear his iconic rhinestone-studded glove. it gets you so wet to think that just the other night, his long fingers were gloved by your pussy instead. you've yet to ever tell him that, but you know he has his own dirty thoughts of you even outside of the bedroom.
TW: smut, anal sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, thigh fetish, mutual masturbation, degradation, pet names, bdsm, blindfold sex, overstimulation, oral F!receives, afab anatomy, no pronouns used other than 'you'.
Bi Han makes a standard sound when he's close to cumming, it's loud, hoarse moans and he'll curse as fuck off while he feels the familiar tightness in his balls - that is, you can tell when he's going to cum, mainly by the deep grouch sounds that come out of the ropes his vocals of him-as well as liking to cum on your belly or cum on your face, using his fingers of him to spread his essence all over everything. "-Fucking beautiful, dirty like a fucking stupid whore, look at this angelic face and dirty with my cum." -Bi Han said satisfied, looking at the mess he made on you. "-Our night isn't over (Y/N) I'm going to fuck your throat until you can't talk anymore."
Liu Kang likes to have you between his legs, sitting on his dick while he solves some things about the hourglass of time, he takes more pleasure in seeing you having fun, sleepy and drunk with pleasure, fitting your pussy on his fat dick while you I drooled on his muscular chest, leaving a wet trail - he would just say: "-Shhh my beautiful treasure, enjoy, feel stronger on my dick and melt into the pleasure I can give you." -while one of his hands were on your back, massaging lightly.
You were the first person to fuck Raiden, it was slow and loving sex, he was an extremely affectionate man asking you if you were enjoying it enough, where he was supposed to touch that caused you the most pleasure, if you were enjoying it enough to keep fucking him. You fucked on a cool night with a full moon, while the young Shaolin smiled at you, bringing one of your hands to his face. "-I love you (Y/N) and I will never forget this day."
Kuai Liang is a lover of sucking pussy, exclusively your pussy - he would stay 24 hours between your thighs if you let him and he could, stimulating your clitoris with his tongue and sticking his fingers inside your tight hole, licking the sensitive and smooth bundles of nerves while moaning softly against the flesh of your cunt. He loves teasing your clitoris by sucking, licking and rubbing - Liang loves sucking your pussy while looking deep into your eyes, absorbing every moan, reaction and sigh from your lips. "-What a sweet pussy (Y/N), so beautiful, tight and needy, just wanting my mouth, isn't it?" -Kuai Liang removed his mouth from your pussy, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva between your pussy and him. He soon turned you on top, making you ride his mouth. "-Sit on my fucking face, you naughty slut, let me feel that beautiful pussy cumming and squeezing my tongue."
Tomas Vrbada is the type of man who whines and gets overstimulated very quickly, especially eating your pussy, with you riding him, he will whimper and moan as he thrusts his hips hard, using the friction of your creamy, bulging walls for his cock, while he holds your hips tightly, he will cum inside you, but his dick will still be hard and dirty with cum, begging for more. "-Please (Y/N)... Fuuuck... I want to cum again, I need to make you scream, cum for me, squirt with your little pussy on my dick."
Syzoth has a fetish for having his head pressed between your thighs, he loves the feeling of your soft flesh slightly suffocating him, staying between his legs and just masturbating, feeling your dominance with him is the way to make Syzoth cum faster, going and coming with his hand on his own dick while feeling his soft skin. "-Yeesss~ Fuuuck (Y/N), this feels so good, I swear I'm going to fuck you so hard later." -he said salivating, while masturbating between the delicious tightness that you offered him.
Kenshi uses blindfolds on you too, it's a bit of an unfair game, since he can still see because of Sento, but he likes to see you completely at his mercy, seeing your lips twitch in surprise, after all the target can be anyone one, your pussy, ass, mouth and in various ways, from simple penetration to delicious oral, with his tongue and fingers moving in harmony to give you pleasure. You felt him play with your nipples, using an ice cube, removing it and placing his hot tongue later, alternating between the two poles of cold and heat. "-This time I surprised you, didn't I, my love? Totally at my mercy, a beautiful and good little slut." -Kenshi soon returned to playing with your nipples, sucking and nibbling the cold area, going with his fingers to your pussy, it was going to be a long night.
Johnny Cage is a man who loves blowjobs, regardless of the time or day, he loves having your lips wrapped around his dick, he loves sex with you in general, but blowjobs are his weak point, it's a vision of paradise for him. see with your eyes full of tears, looking at him beautifully, totally submissive, he guides your head to the base of his dick, you could feel the heat of his balls on your chin, and Cage's thick, pulsing length teasing your throat. Johnny likes to see you swallow everything, every drop he can he will give you - Your knees hurt as you sucked him, seeing Johnny look at you as he slowly sipped a martini, the taste of the drink and the sight of you there, submissive to him , it was enough for Johnny to cum. "-Yes my good boy/girl, swallow my cock like the beautiful and hungry little thing you are" -Johnny spoke between moans, moving his hips even more, seeking fiction with your mouth. "-Look at the mess you're making on my floor with that pussy, so wet, such a fucking beautiful little boy/girl, I'm going to fuck you until you're a stupid and beautiful mess, just as you should be."
Shang Tsung loves to fuck, your breasts always put him in a good mood after a busy day as a royal wizard. He always gives you a dominant look, calling you a "good pet" when he sees you kneel and show him your breasts, while he used your mouth to drool and lubricate his dick first, pulling out roughly and with a loud sound, inserting his cock between your breasts, holding each of them as he smiled and moaned at you, forcing you to lick the head of his cock in the process. "-Holy shit (Y/N) what wonderful breasts, they are perfection, and all of them are just for me, you are mine, and you will please me like the good little pet you are."
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summary: pranking them by avoiding or dodging their kisses.
characters: hugo, sae, loki, kaiser, reo, nagi
content: fluff, ooc, light violence in hugo, loki is a menace, clingy, whiny boys who want their kiss, lost the plot with michael's
✧˖*vivien hugo
it was normal morning and you’d just got out of the shower, getting ready in the mirror. hugo was beside you brushing his teeth, heavy with sleep. when he finished, he leaned in for his morning kiss but at the last second you swerved and his kiss landed on his cheek instead. he blinked slightly confused but he shrugged it off. he leaned in once again but this time there was no kiss at all. this time he froze and stared at you with growing confused and hurt.
“what’s wrong? did I do something wrong? am I being punished??”
you didn’t respond and just walked away, laughing silently.
he followed you, demanding an explanation. “are you mad at me? do you not love me anymore”
“no, I’m not mad and I still love you”
he hugged you from behind. hug is an understatement. he leaned in, exerting his entire body weight on you causing you to tip over and fall on to your bed. his arms locked around you in a tight hug.
“vivien!” you yelled, trying to push him off. “get off me!”
he held you even tighter “no”
you started to lightly punch him in his upper body. “let—” punch. “me—” punch “go−”
“why are you avoiding my kisses” he whined, his voice muffled by his face buried in your chest. “please kiss me or else I’ll die.”
he was acting like a golden retriever that was denied his favourite toy. He looked up at you, his voice small and pathetic “please just one”
finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. “can you please get off of me?”
he sat up but still didn’t let you go. you reached for him, cupped his face and kissed him. he relaxed instantly and melted into your kiss. you pulled away but he was unsatisfied. he pulled you back, deepening the kiss as if he was sucking the life out of you, until you were dizzy and breathless.
when he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, “please don’t do that again” you nodded, still trying to catch your breath. And he planted a final kiss on your forehead.
✧˖*sae itoshi
he was ready to leave for practice, bag slung over his shoulder. you walked him to the door hold his water bottle. before he left he looked at you with a soft and loving gaze and leaned in to kiss you. but at the last minute, you swerved, feigning concern about his shoelaces. when he ties them, he leaned in again and you dodged it once again by saying you left the oven on. he was genuinely confused under that blank expression.
“did I do something?”
“oh, no. why?”
his brows furrowed while he watched you left for the kitchen. he followed you, hovering at the entrance of the kitchen and he announced “I’m leaving now”
“okay good luck at practice” you walk up to him. he was expecting a kiss. But you gave him a hug and skipped away. he left anyway. upset and confused. and with no goodbye kiss
“sae-chan is distracted today what happened?” shidou questioned as he inched closer to sae.
sae, inching away from him, “mind your own business you horny demon”
his jaw was tight. the events of the morning plagued him so much. he started questioning everything: had he done something wrong? did he upset you somehow? did he forget something important? is she pranking me?
whatever the reason was, it subtly tormented him for the rest of practice. and shidou was right—he was distracted..
by the end of practice, he was a mess. he replayed every interaction you had with him in the morning, over analyzing every action, word and moment.
when he got home, he sought you out immediately. found you laying on the couch, on your phone completely unaware of the emotional torment you had put him through. he walked up to you, gently grabbing your chin to face him.
“did I upset you in some way?”
“no you didn’t”
he searched your expression for a lie but found none. “okay” he let out a soft sigh and his shoulders relaxed.
still holding your chin, he tilted his head and gave you a slow, passionate kiss.
✧˖*julien loki
the moment you dodged his kiss at the last second, he paused. his eyes narrowed and a smug smirk formed. “interesting” he teased “is that how it is now?” Before you could react he walked away.
he made you play the long game and good god did he make you feel every second of it. he constantly and relentlessly teased you.
he deliberately spoke near you, tempting you and when you tried to kiss him he pulled away. and he wasn’t subtle about it either. he would straight up seduce you, his lips grazing yours, but when you try to close the gap he dodged, pulled away or straight up blocked you.
it became a game of who would cave in first and it was clear that it wouldn’t be him.
“oh cmon it was a joke give me a break”
“hmm no. youll crack before I do.”
it has been three days, and he still hasn’t kissed you. you marched into the kitchen and cornered him. “im tired of this” you cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him. But he swerved. You let out an exhausted sigh. “okay fine you win” you said, head held down, under your breath.
a smug smile formed and he tilted his head to see your expression. “whats that?”
“I said you win. happy now?” you snapped and stomped away in defeat. he gently grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you back
“no need to be so snappy, mon amour” he slid his arm around your waist, his face inches from you with a childish grin. “you were the one who started this” he began kissing you slowly and deliberately from the neck going up, to your jaw, then your cheek. his thumb was teasingly tracing the pattern of your lips, as if he wanted to kiss you. you leaned in and he pulled back, with that sly grin.
you huffed and pushed him away, but he cupped your face and leaned in, finally kissing you, slow and deep like he was trying to compensate for the last three days. you felt him smiling against your lips at your defeat.
✧˖*michael kaiser
michael did not take it lightly. You were in the kitchen completely absorbed in whatever you’re doing. he came up behind wrapping his arm around you and turned you around. he began to kiss you slowly from your neck, then your jawline, then cheek. when he reached your lips, he leaned in but you swerved. “what?” “hm?” “why did you dodge my kiss?” “I didn’t?”
he tried again and leaned in but you dodged it again and ducked out of his embrace.
“big mistake, liebe” he yelled lunging at you.
you scurried out of the kitchen, your laughter echoing in the corridor
“you think this is funny?”
your home was a battlefield. he chased after you. you were doing the most: jumping over sofas, crawling under tables, running into the kitchen and circling the island a couple of times.
when you ran into the bedroom you were at a dead end. he cornered you in the bedroom and pinning you down onto the bed. you were still laughing.
“game over, I win” he said, chest heaving. “and now im going to take my prize”
“no fair you cheated” you protested, still breathless from the running and the laughter.
“schatzi, you don’t know?” he purred, his lips hovering over yours. “I always get what I want."
he claims the kiss he’d been chasing you for. it was a deep and possessive kiss, stealing your breathe once again.
he pulled back with a smug grin, he traced your lips and kissed you again, softer and needier. he whispered between the kiss “never again, Schatz.”
✧˖*reo mikage
reo was genuinely offended. he went through the five stages of grief.
first, denial. he was in utter disbelief and couldn't fathom what was happening. noone's ever withheld affection from him before. especially not you. then anger. not at you, but at himself. he started replaying every interaction and revised every date, wondering what he'd done wrong or forgot an important date.
then he started bargaining: what if she forgot? what if I'm reading into it too much? what if she is pranking me?
then depression: he mopped around the whole day, his head down and did not want to do anything.
but he didn’t go through the acceptance stage. he refused to.
it became a mission to win you over. he bought you the most expensive flowers and showered you with gifts, as an apology for something he didn’t know he did wrong.
“reo enough!!” you yelled
“no. are you still mad at me?”
“I was never mad at you?”
“you didn’t kiss me”
“oh my gosh, I cant joke around with you”
reo paused. “IT WAS A JOKE!!?? WHY WOULD YOU PREY ON AN INNOCENT MAN LIKE THAT”
“I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D TAKE IT THIS FAR”
there was a moment of awkward silence after the yelling match. reo began to pout. you sighed and pulled him in by the collar and kissed him. it was brief and sweet. “happy now?”
“no” he pulled you in by your waist and kissed you, like he was compensating for lost time. he pulled back, his lips still lingering on yours. “don’t joke around like that” he placed a kiss on your cheek, hovering over your ear. “just don’t stop kissing me.
✧˖*seishiro nagi
you didn’t kiss him good morning, but he did not think much of it. you probably forgot. so he didn’t make much of fuss. but when you left for errands without a goodbye kiss, he became a bit confused. when you came back and didn’t kiss him, he noticed the pattern and he did not like it..
nagi didn’t think much about anything. but this? he started to think too much into it. were you fed up with his laziness? you always initiated kisses. it never seemed to bother you much. but now that you’re not giving him any attention at all, and it sent him into a spiral.
you noticed it immediately. he hadn’t touched his gaming gear for the whole day and he followed you around like a lost kitten.
“are you okay, sei?” you asked.
“yea” he said,but he his eyes were desperate.
he clung to you like a baby koala. sitting so close to you or resting his chin on your shoulder while you're doing dishes or waiting for you outside the bathroom door. he wanted you to address the situation, to notice his despair.
finally he was fed up. He cupped your face, murmuring “why are you not kissing me? are you mad at me?”
he didn’t give you a chance to answer. he softly squeezed your face making your lips pucker up and gave you a clumsy kiss.
when he pulled back he looked at you with a soft, relieved expression. “don’t do that again. it felt so wrong”
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♡ a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while. proofread to an extent
♡ pardon if there are any mistakes. english is my first language, but I'm still on the learning curve of actually writing.
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