OP Said Spicy Daichi

OP said Spicy Daichi

The following men would carry you to the kitchen at midnight because you wanted cereal and couldn’t walk after how hard they’d fucked you:

Aone—cradles you gently in his arms and carries you to the kitchen, delicately sits you in a chair before he gets everything for you and brings it to the table. He never means to fuck your that hard, he’s just big in more ways than one.

Atsumu—he gives you a piggy back ride and keeps looking over his shoulder, smirking at you and how fucked out and cute you look. He sits you on the kitchen counter and you both giggle and eat a whole box of cereal from one giant mixing bowl.

Bokuto—he tosses you over his shoulder, still careful not to hurt you further, and drops you on top of the kitchen table and makes you sit there. He grabs everything, scoops you back up in his arms, then makes his way to the couch where he sits down, sits you between his legs, and rests his chin on your shoulder while you eat.

Daichi—he knows you can’t walk after the many rounds, so when you say you’re hungry, he’s sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you to the kitchen before you even ask. He sits you on a bar stool at the counter, grabs everything you want, and stands next to you, leaning his body on the counter while you eat. He watches you lovingly and when you ask what he’s doing, he says, “Wondering if this is night I finally managed to fuck a baby into you.” You choke on your cereal but it’s fine, he pays your back and then feeds you himself, a kiss between every bite.

Iwaizumi—he carries you like a koala on his chest, arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. He deposits you on the kitchen counter before grabbing everything you want, and a bottle of water you didn’t ask for but is handed to you expectantly, and he stands between your legs and massages your sore thighs while you eat your cereal. He carries you back to bed gently and cuddles you has you cockwarm him all night sore body be damned.

Mattsun—teases you the whole time but ultimately picks you up and carries you to the kitchen like a princess, cuddles to his chest with his arms behind your back and under your knees. He sits you at the table and leaves to grab everything with a bow. He sits next to you and insists on feeding you because you’re ‘Daddy’s cute princess that can’t walk after being fucked so good’. A hefty smack to his arm gets him to stop teasing and he’ll just watch you eat all lovingly. Or you can let him feed you, honestly, he doesn’t mind.

Osamu—he carries you down like a princess, bridal style and immensely careful, knowing just how broken your body felt from his taking advantage of his first night off in weeks. He deposits you on the counter next to the stove and stands between your legs, trying to convince you to let him cook you something good, something healthy and nourishing and better than a bowl of sugary cereal. However, he relents and kisses the pout from your face when you assure him you just want cereal. He hops up on the counter next to you eating a bowl of fruit while you eat your cereal, stopping you to feed you little bites of fruit and steal kisses between bites of your cereal.

Suna—you’re hungry at midnight, the man is so game for that. He’s another one to give you a piggy back ride, careful but playful as he takes you to the kitchen. He sits you down in the living room on the couch and covers you with a blanket, knowing you’re probably cold from being naked aside from his shirt. He gets you what you want, adding a banana to the tray so you have something more filling, and brings a tray of cereal, fruit and water to you. He sits on the other end of the couch, your legs in his lap while you eat, his large hands massaging your calves and feet for you while you eat. The second you’re done, he’s pulling you in his lap and cuddling you though, wanting you close (and spitting in your mouth, it’s better than the cereal).

Tanaka—he happily carries you into the kitchen, koala style. He sits you on the counter, grabs everything, and hops up on the counter next to you. He feeds you bites of dry cereal from his hand and you do the same, pouring milk in one another’s mouth after each handful of cereal. It’s all laughs and smiles with him.

Ushijima—he carries you bridal style and carries you around the kitchen, stopping at the pantry for you to grab the cereal and at the cabinet to grab bowls and spoons, before he seats himself at the kitchen table and rests you comfortably on his lap. He presses kisses to your neck the whole time you eat and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

A/N: This was brought to you by cocoa pebbles at midnight 💙 And thank you to my evil twin Ryder for coming up with Tanaka’s, you’re a genius.

Taglist: @introloves @goldenshoyo @chaoticryder @managertae @undxrworld @zhongh-li

I love this and I love you! ♥️

omg feeder kiri drabbles, can't wait! <3

only because i love you so...

(warnings: eating, kiri buying you A LOT of food, weight gain mentioned but not in a bad way, etc.)

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I don’t even mean this is a force-feedy way but... Kirishima’s the boyfriend who’s always trying to make sure you’ve eaten.

Calling you after work, texting you when you’re on the bus… he’s such an old man that way; always making you a bowl of his daily choice of fruit whenever he’s slicing something up, asking you to hold out your hands if he’s eating any kind of snack… even shoving the sandwich he made for himself right in your face and asking if you want a bite as you walk by.

Doesn’t matter what it is, because he’s sharing it… and would literally let you eat off his plate if that’s what it came down to; his belly fills with warmth and happiness every time you share the act of eating with him.

Whenever you catch up to him at the mall, standing around getting boba or smoothies with the rest of the boys, he’s immediately passing you his drink so that you can have a sip, too... asking if you like it while everyone else gags at how sweetly he insists upon taking care of you that way.

Of course, the rest of the day goes like that too, with the two of you passing a single cup back and forth, using the same straw and all… not to mention how often he offers to buy you food, too.

Drink runs out, he’s asking where your next one should come from. Pass a pretzel cart and it’s “which one looks good?” without waiting for an answer.

And when he pesters you about getting fast food on the way home, he’s always making sure to get you an extra order of fries or that new milkshake flavor that’s everyone’s been talking about lately, too… because even if you say you’re not that hungry, or don’t even end up not eating or drinking anything, that means he can… and to him, it’s worth bothering you over, at least because he’d never want you to feel depraved or hungry around him for even a second.

Even when you complain about gaining weight, or confide in him that you worry you might… Kirishima is brushing your concerns off with a, “doesn’t matter, you deserve it,” or a “huh, but you look great…!” as though he’s not at least slightly aware of what he’s doing to you.

And god forbid you mention getting take-out in front of him, either... because Kirishima will already be grabbing his phone and pulling the menu up by the time you finish your sentence… even when you laugh and say you were just kidding, and even if you already went out to lunch earlier.

He orders you whatever you want (and more, just in case), whether that’s three separate entrées you can’t choose from or a single cup of soda (large)… and when you point out that the delivery fees practically make it not worth the effort, it almost as though he presses the ‘place order’ button faster…

Basically… Kirishima likes it when you're full... and likes being the one who gets you that way❤️

no thoughts… just konro cuddle fucking you with an arm around your chest and one around your tummy. he’s holding you close, squeezing and playing with your tits while his other hand starts rubbing tight little circles on your clit. he’s whispering in your ear about how you have to stay quiet. “waka could wake up at any moment and hear you, baby” but he’s just hitting that spot inside that makes you want to scream. then he feels you flutter around him, shaking in his arms, thighs wet and sticky. he thinks it’s so cute that you just came to the thought of getting caught, especially by your captain. you're such a bad little girl, aren't you? his thick hands grip under your thigh, raising your leg, making him reach even deeper. the only thing you can hear is the lewd ‘clap’ of your bodies and his heavy voice in your ear telling you that maybe he should let beni fuck you. let him punish you for sneaking out of your room and fucking his lieutenant in the middle of the night. you want to tell him that he's wrong, that you would never but the way you're creaming so prettily around his cock says otherwise. and konro is a smart man, he sees the way the captain looks at you, how your eyes light up at the smallest form of praise. he also knows his friend is sitting in his room, listening, probably fucking his fist and he cant help but feel a bit selfish. you have such a pretty pussy and daddy doesn't mind sharing.

enji and dolly parton for the thirst drabbles 🥴

Do you realise how daunting it is writing Endeavor for you? I was like internally screaming. (but I channel DILF Bakugou so I hope it okay ehehe)

“Why do you hate Dolly so much?” You sipped at your wine as you watched the Queen perform below.

When you’d asked Endeavor if he would come and see Dolly Parton with you, you’d never imagined him to hire out the entire VIP area of the arena. Giving you both what felt like your own private performance for the country singer, the crowd seeming so small from your position above them. At first he had said he’d book the entire show, much to your dismay, not wanting to ruin it for the other fans gleefully waiting for her return.

“I don’t.” He raised his glass to his lips, the ice clinking against the side as he took a large swig.

“I think you do.” You stood from your seat beside him as you stood in front of Enji, turning your back to him as you took a seat on top of him.

Enji placing his glass of whisky down on the table beside him as you moved to sit on his lap, looking down as Dolly continued to sing, the crowds below holding lighters and cell phones up in the air as they felt the music. Your lips curving into a smile as you tried to imagine Endeavor going down into the crowd with you, to feel the real experience.

“We should go down there instead,” You smiled, feeling the way Enji stiffened in displeasure at the thought.

“You’re not enjoying yourself in here with me?” He rasped, his lips brushing against your ear as he wrapped an arm around you to pull you further back onto his lap. Your ass brushing against the growing bulge beneath the expensive jeans he wore.

“I didn’t say that,” You murmured, reaching your arm back so you can wrap your palm around his thick neck, grinding yourself back against his lap as his large palms grasp your waist. Pushing you down harder against the very evident bulge between his thighs. The gentle guitar playing in the background as you moved your hips to the sound of the music, pulling a soft grunt from your lover’s lips.

“Why would you want to go down there,” He whispered against your ear huskily, his thick fingers already slipping underneath the pretty floral dress you wore, “When you could be here.”

Gasping when his fingers met your panties, pressing against the crotch as you rolled your hips against him. Feeling his lips pressing hot kisses against your exposed neck as he began to stroke gentle circles against your clit through the thin fabric, his calloused pads dragging along the material and catching against it. Causing delicious friction as you began to roll your hips against him with more vigour.

“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself far more up here,” Enji smirked, feeling how wet your panties had become from his slight touch, sliding his thick fingers down towards your tight heat as he pressed against the fabric. Watching as you rolled your hips in an attempt to get him to press them inside you, your panties in the way as your inner walls fluttered around the very tip of his finger, “Couldn’t even wait until we got home.”

As quickly as Enji’s fingers had been against your sex, he’d pulled back. Grinding yourself back against him once more as you tried to give yourself some much-needed relief. Rolling your hips as you ground yourself against one of his thick thighs, trying to catch your clit onto the rough denim of his jeans. Feeling his fists knocking against your ass as he unbuckled them, tugging them down just enough to free his aching cock. The length thick and dripping with pre, before you had a chance to turn around in his lap and grab ahold of him, he’d already moved his hands back to your hips again, bunching the back of your dress over your ass as he gave your ass a playful smack. Tugging your panties to the side as he dragged the bulging tip of his cock along your sopping folds.

“I hope you’re still watching. These tickets weren’t cheap-” Enji goaded, your palms pressed against the pristine glass of the VIP booth as you looked down at the cheering crowd, “Too busy being a filthy slut.”

“Like you fucking care about money-oh,” You gasped when he sank you down on his cock unforgivingly, your body trying to adjust to his size as he stretched you into the shape of him.

“What was that?” He tugged you back into position on his lap so your back was pressed against his chest, moving back to pick his forgotten whisky glass back up as he took another sip.

“Are you gonna move?” You murmured, trying to wriggle your hips against him, to give yourself some friction. Your inner walls fluttering around him as you tried to ease the ache between your thighs, your neglected clit puffy and desperate to be touched.

“No.” He smiled into his glass, “I told you, you’re going to enjoy the show.”

დ 30k music event.

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