KAGEYAMA AND IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER COME HERE!!!!!

Part 2 of bimbo reader with mikey, Kawata twins 😩😩

PART 2

B¡mbo reader x kawata brothers, mikey (seperate)

NAHOYA KAWATA

Yeah okay, he can see through your bullshit but he really enjoys the content you feed him so nice try. But.. He wouldn't say he never got turned on so I guess there's a bonus there. Oh plus he reciprocates the energy so y'all both get flustered. Just brainstorm yeah- you practicing rope skipping for fun and doing lil games and all but bitch. Why is your shirt so tight? And are you not wearing a bra??? Or is it those weak ass nipple perk sport bras?? Whatever. Smiley noticed that shit from a mile away and honey he really and I mean really likes the view. Tits all bouncy, looking quite squishy and grab worthy, perhaps suck worthy cause he sees the way you slyly park up on him. He might even stop your skipping and just corner you to a wall. Infamous grin showcasing, tooth gem sparkly under this mad heatwave, sticky yet slippery cleaveage out in display to only contradict those "pure" eyes you're giving out. "Eh? Nahoya? What's wro-" "Shut up I know you want me" fuck you can't be dripping right now. Think. Think. "I uh? It's quite hot.. I need some water could you please step aside?" terrible subtle way of arching your back to press up on his side arm with your jugs, he greedily smirks. "you really think I give a fuck?" pink blush painting his cheeks "the only thing quenching that thirst is a dick down your throat cookie" all while his pretty lips ghost over your sweaty neck to then give it a surprising lick. Was he eating a popsicle? His tongue is cold but fucking soft-

SOUYA KAWATA

Hehe. I like this one. He just is such a pervert. He really feeds into your ego but you really wouldn't mind giving him the deep gawk 999. Y'all. He's ripped wth. Like wth. The brothers usually do self workouts but damn SOUYA? built like a greek God (unpopular opinion). He smells soooooooo good honestly you just can't help it, whatever cologne he's wearing it's working cause gah lee. He does pick up on how you lightly sniff around his shoulder (cue nervous blush) but bABY, all that goes away when he gets distracted by that hanging ass you got poking out of that school skirt. Lowkey wonders what underwear you got on.. how dripped your panties get during the day.. You know regular shit.."Souya wanna study at my place?" "Huh? Ehem- Uh yeah sure" Well if studying meant your warm bubblegum breath on the side of his ear, then don't feel too suprised when he fucking snaps and straight up forces you onto his lap landing harsh slaps on your ass. "Listen here you cunt, the fuck you take me as?" Deep growls leave his tone, fierce blue eyes taking in your "clueless" expression. Bitch please you were enjoying this. What more could you want from him? He has already jerked off to candid pics of you, your day old cum stained underwears, all of the above. Now why must you reach out like this? Two can play at that game. Whore. "Sou- not here my parents are home fuck-" "Oh so now you're worried? Fuck you, take this cock could careless if they hear since you look cock hungry 24/7 for me".

MANJIRO "MIKEY" SANO

Please stop. Like don't even think about it. He already knows. Bruh. Just don't. Cause he was too quick to catch onto it. You just asked if you could do his hair for him and he had the AUDACITY to look you in the eye, lick his bottom lips and whisper in a raspy tone "No but I'd prefer handling yours when I fuck your squelching pussy senseless from behind, have you dick hungry and begging to cease overstimulation, you would want wouldn't you bunny? ". Eye- See you don't really drip that hard with words but dear help me water was gushing. It didn't even help with the fact that it was hot as shit that day, his collarbone region, face, skin all glazed up with thin sheets of sweat, man spreading at its finest, hair all messed and about to top off an intense sex aura. You couldn't. You had to move- at least somewhere to the rest of the gang.. Somewhere- "quite rude ignoring my question there doll" few rustles and steps lead his hands wandering to your waist down to fondle your ass cheeks. Fuck you needed this. "M-Mikey- we're in public what are you doing" "Yet you decide to wear this tight P.E uniform again? I recall you receive a proper fitting kit" hands start fondling your cheeks a lil too hard "you wanna fucking toy with me? Hm? You want me to out you to everyone and fuck your tight self on the benches?" a long thrist quenched lick on your neck forming into a hickey while simultaneously grinding his strained dick into tiny opening of your asscheeks. "You fucking suck at this, you test the fuck out of me yet your pornstar acts really distracts the cringey attempts" all this in a hot day?

This. This right here. That man is not gonna see the world the same after I deal with him💋

guys I wanna suck mitsuya’s dick so fucking bad

I just realised something.. Kazutora is almost Drakens height I SAID ALMOST. HE'S like 174 in the PAST SO THAT MEANS IN THE FUTURE HE TALL TALL CAUSE DRAKEN GREW IN THE FUTURE.

I mention draken cause in the latest episode after drooling about wanting to be in between them my head really was itching cause kazu does look tall

Draken 185 (past) - 19something (maybe 192) in the future

I'm getting cockwarmed tonight oh lawd. 💋

Cuteeeeeeeeeeeeee

There’s something about wanting to get manhandled by Sanzu I swear he has been polluting my mind.

Sanzu looks like someone that’ll give you long deep slow strokes for his fun. He likes tending to your needs but with you squealing and mewing like a pornstar cause of him I beg to differ.

He’ll have your hands tied up and just solely focus on your clit until you’re squirming, your toes curling, fingernails embedded into your own palms in need of grabbing anything and of course Sanzu baby jackhammering your tight lip cunt.

“That’s a good bunny, all of this for me?” He questions in amazement as he watched your cunt excessively squirt onto his soft yet defined abdomen, your wanton moans erupting the air begging him for more power and more stamina.

“baby you’re killing me” As if you ignited a beast within him, Sanzu’s strength heightening as he pins you by the wall, hands finding home within your fleshy ass cheeks

“Fucking minx you like seeing me this feral? I’ll show you more in detail baby”

Sanzu is not one to also go feral over you but also have a sense of awareness when it comes to your body. Anything he finds attractive on your body, either goes right in his mouth or his dick is entering and you’ll be having the best time of your life.

“San- fuc- oh yes yes right there oh my fuck-” his smooth veiny 8inch cock hitting your soft spot has you seeing galaxies ahead. Eyes too droopy yet mind and soul are wide awake. Lustful eyes gaze at you like a hawk on its prey, loving how you react like that just because of him.

Letting out a low growl, Sanzu is yet to stop. Slender fingers heading to your sensitive bud, non-stop flickering as if his life depended on it. “Come on baby I know you got one more for me” come on baby you surely do.. you wouldn’t leave Sanzu edging this long just to not cum would you? ;(

I'm just tryna get my tits and pelvic bone sucked cmon.

man i’m just tryna get my ass ate💔

PURRRRR THIS IS MY ENERGY, I BETTER SEE YOU BIMBOS DO THE SAME THING. DROP THAT FRIEND THAT DOESNT SUPPORT YOU, DO SOMETHING POSITIVE YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD DO BABE YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE, GET THE MOST OUT OF IT.

I’m taking these next months in 2021 to completely heal, nurture and transform myself. I’m taking full accountability of my actions. I’m giving myself space and time to turn into who I want to be and destined to be. I’m deleting everything and everyone that is not beneficial to me and who I am. I am trusting myself, being patient with myself and allowing myself to be fully and wholly in tune with who I NEED to be. I am letting things go and welcoming all that I need to be specifically and exactly who I am meant to be. I will work hard, avoid the procrastination and excuses and show up for myself. I will LOVE ME wholeheartedly and be proud of who I will become. I’m ready to be ME.

hi~ I'm so sorry to disturb you..I wanted to know if you're doing fine because you haven't been online for some time. I just want to know if you're alright... please take care ❤️

love you

TW/// Life got hands damn.

You are an angel, I really love you. I’m not kidding or saying it just because, I’m saying that because you took your time to check up on me. I love you very much. I hope all is okay on your end babe❤️❤️💕

Hey my love. First of all, it’s November and I’m replying now cause my notifications are off or it’s mainly announcements. I have been caught up with life and I don’t know really, I try my best not to bring my issues on here, this is my escape place for when things get tricky in my life.

Series of up and downs this year but I survived, still feeling a bit down but I think it’s seasonal depression or something like that not sure. I do have plans to do on this acc!!! I MISS MY HORNY BIMBOS AND MY SERIES THIS PAGE IS DEDICATED TO THE SLUTS AND THE PINK LOVERS AND THE LOVER GIRLS TOO. IT IS A PLACE OF LOVE AND LUST FROM THE TOKYO REVENGER MASTERS TO YALL😆🎉💕

Guys I soaked my bed PAPI ICHIGO😩 💥‼️🛏️

baby, wyd? ichigo kurosaki.

warnings . . . fem!reader, black coded, established relationship, modern au, fluff, erotic filming, mirror sex, smoking ꒰ blunt ꒱, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl position, eating each other’s faces, cuddle fuck, sloppy intimate slow nasty sex lmao, pet names, use of daddy a few times, reader creams, ichigo’s rlly in love with reader.

mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . i did it yall *cries* i finally wrote for ichigo.

ichi ♡

baby, wyd?

cupcake ♡

just got home from work ! whyyyyy? 🥺

ichi ♡

gonna take you out. i’ll be omw in thirty.

   thirty? after all this time he still doesn’t understand how time consuming it is to get yourself ready to go out. definitely when you weren’t aware of where you’re going. your boyfriend didn’t give you any hint so you were unsure of how to dress. on top of that, it was nearly midnight. your late shift at the hospital draining you, and the moment you came home and kicked off your scrubs, the last thing on your mind was to get ready to go out. your bed was calling you. so close yet so far. ichigo had literally messaged you the moment you leaped out of your convertible. sucking it up just for him, you hop in the shower with no further questions. it has been a while since you’ve seen him, both equally busy.

   maybe he just missed you the same and wanted to do something nice for you. or just craved to be in your presence again. weekends were really the only time the two of you were available. the sweet scent of olay white strawberry and mint body wash mixed in with the thick charcoal rag scrubbing against your skin relaxes your body to the fullest. phases by chase atlantic booms through the cream tile of your shower walls, vibrating in your ears inimically as the hot water beats down onto your skin. you made sure to leave the door unlocked for ichigo to step inside, usually welcoming himself in without letting you know. one time having to smack him for being inconsiderate even if he blamed you for leaving it unsecured. cleansing your face and then finishing with your to die for tree hut strawberry scrub, you’re wrapped up in a towel while you brush and rinse your mouth.

   patting dry, you lather yourself in baby oil from head to toe, hair still caught in your shower cap. you smile down at your chubby black cat brushing up against your ankle with a silver anklet labeled with your boyfriend’s name. a gift for your first anniversary. the short feline skips behind you as you stroll through your studio to reach your bedroom, sighing to yourself because you’re suddenly stressed about what to wear. nothing could possibly be open this late to really head out for. he has to be fucking with you. what if you get all dolled up just for him to pull up to mcdonald’s? you’d be irritated, but thankful nonetheless. quality time is all that mattered. even sitting in his car listening to music would mean everything right now. a passenger princess is what he called you one time. you just loved the idea of being around him.

   when he said thirty minutes, he meant it. a heavy knock on your front door before it’s pushed open alarms you instantly. sucking your teeth at his obsession with always being too early. as you’re closing the curtain that blocks your bedroom, out peaks an adorable fluff of tangerine hair from the door, a smile on that face you love so much, teeth bright as pearls.

“hey, cupcake!” ichigo chirps, closing and locking the door before he takes off his travis scott dunks, knowing you don’t allow shoes in your house. he’s picking up the cat the same time he’s glaring at your silhouette past the sheer white curtain.

   he catches you slipping on a piece of clothing over your head, taking off your cap and shaking out your curly head. he respects your privacy by keeping himself from walking in there and smacking your ass as a proper greeting . . . his way of one, at least. takes a seat on the low emerald, velvet textured sectional, the animal in his arms purring as he caresses it.

    “i hate you.”

    it’s the first thing he hears, and it immediately has him cackling. “why? i’m taking you out, aren’t i?”

    “well, yeah, but . . . you could’ve told a girl mid-shift. i would’ve had more time to plan an outfit. i can’t even do my makeup now. my hairs lifeless. it’s midnight. i worked a twelve hour shift, you know that? no consideration for me as a woman whatsoever.”

    “all i’m hearing is that you’re ungrateful.”

   “fuck you, carrot top!” a heavy slap following with a gust of wind is nearly enough to overshadow the low level of slow rnb. ichigo raises a brow at you, slowly licking his lips while tilting his head to the side, humming as he observes you. body clad in a white spaghetti strapped bodycon dress that accentuates all your curves, tits pushed higher due to your bra being adjusted halfway up your back. a hot pink, suede chanel bag hanging on your shoulder. big curls flowing around your face like a greek goddess. an angel.

   “baby, you lookin’ good as fuck. but you're gonna be cold as a bitch.”

   “why?” you frown.

  “we're going to the waterfront pier.”

   a cheerful gasp you bellow makes ichigo’s smile extend, your cat jumping out of his arms from the noise of you jumping up and down. “babyyyy. the birria truck is there! you remembered?”

   “of fuckin’ course,” he leans back with an arm thrown behind his head, hand on his bare stomach he tucked under his white tee. ichigo swings his legs dressed in black adidas joggers inward and outward, elated from the smile still on your face as you giggle and walk around the house in search of a shoe, eyes tracing you. “they're open till 2am.”

   you glance at the oval clock on your wall, pouting. “i didn't do my makeup.”

   “it's one in the morning. we coming back and cuddling.”

   sucking your lips in, you nod.

  “now come give daddy a hug,” ichigo motions you over with his finger.

   standing straight with giddy in your heart, you stroll towards him, your hips switching effortlessly, the silver chain labeled 'daddy's girl’, which you bought for yourself, dangles along with the ocean blue evil eye as you bend forward to press a kiss to your man's soft lips, the tingle from his blistex vibrating your own. he sits up with you standing between open legs, hands wrapping around the back of your thighs as he hugged you around your midsection with his cheek on your stomach.

   ichigo let's out an exasperated sigh, as if he was getting into a comfortable bed after a long day, squeezing you tighter. “missed you so much, baby.”

   the tips of your fingers strum through his hair as you reply, “missed you too. thank you for taking me out tonight.”

   “don't thank me yet. i need to see if you'll like the food first before we decide what mood you're gonna put on.”

   “are you saying i'm bipolar?”

   “i'm saying you're picky.”

   “correction!” you announce loudly while pointing up a finger. “specific. i like what i like.”

   “i can say the same,” ichigo groans before smacking your ass with a hiss, grabbing a chunk full before shaking it in his hand.

   you laugh at him and shove him away. “stop! let's go.”

   “lemme jus’ . . . ” ichigo gets lost in his thoughts, your eyes widening as he reaches down to grab your calf to lift. “get a taste real quick.”

   “boy!” is what you exclaim as you give his hand a firm smack, like you're popping a child for misbehaving. ichigo snickers, saying he was joking but you knew he wasn't.

   by time you leave the house, it's one fifteen in the morning. the streets are partially clear for your city's night. ichigo passing you his phone to browse through his playlists, immediately going for the ‘late night drive' one which was your favourite considering you helped him pick most of the content. the windows are cracked halfway, warm air breezing your faces as he speeds down the road like an asshole in his pristine white nissan gtr, two usual hand placements; one on your inner thigh and the other gripping the steering wheel.

   it's so hard not to smile like an idiot when he does that. hiding your face in your shoulder as you look up at him like a lost puppy. singing to bryson tiller’s song in check as you intake the scent of the vehicle. it smells just like him. tobacco vanille by tom ford. the opulent scent lingering onto your body whenever he hugged you long enough, or when you stole his hoodies and shirts to wear just to keep him close.

   the drive wasn't long. not even twenty minutes and you were pulling up to the pier, barely packed since it was a sunday night. lots of teenagers came out around this time to smoke and since there was plenty of food available it'd help with the munchies. hand in hand, the two of you walk towards the beaming taco truck with various of color's ranging from yellows, reds, and greens. birria landia was their label. very well known and talked about business. they moved locations so you were super excited to finally get your fill on it.

  ichigo has his right arm thrown over your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest where you rested and listened to his heartbeat and the rumble of his torso as he ordered your food. each order came with four quesabirria’s and a side of consommé, totaling fourteen dollars each which was a steal to be honest. ichigo wanted to try horchata as a drink, getting a large so the two of you could share.

   “you cold?” he asks briefly, spotting you rubbing your arms before you nod frantically, muttering a tiny ‘yes’. embraces you into a hug instantly, tall frame towering you as he rocked the two of you side to side while you waited alongside a few other people, laughing between his armpit where you buried your face.

   you were talking on and on about cotton candy, looking up at him with your chin on his chest, a pout on your lips. glancing deeper into the boardwalk and catching glimpses of big bags of pink or blue cotton candy hanging horizontally beside jumbo cartoon character while that song from ten years ago that always plays at amusement parks blast through the speakers. yes, it's call me maybe.

   “hey, i just met you,” ichigo begins, bouncing his knees to the beat of the song.

   “no!” you groan.

   “and this is crazy! but here's my number. so call me maybe!”

   one things for sure, you fucked those tacos up. licking your fingers and swinging your feet like nothing else mattered in the world. ichigo lovingly resting his palm in his hand as he watches you squeak as you bop your head to the music. could never stay still when you ate. you thanked him dozens of times with your mouth stuffed, dunking your tacos into your lime infused broth before chowing down, juices dripping. unfortunately, you weren't full enough after, and by then the truck had already gone. the two of you cleaned up your area on the bench before ichigo decided to grab a bag of cotton candy for you before you headed back to yours.

   his favorite thing about your living room was the beautiful collection of the weeknd’s entire discography hung up on your wall in vinyls. a glass record player sitting beneath. choosing an album, going with my dear melancholy because why not? sliding the disc from out of its slot, blowing on it to rid any dust before twirling it between the pads of his fingers and inserting it. you were sitting on your dark gray tufted bench displayed at the bottom of your bed, dressed comfortably in a white tank and royal blue panties. the tips of your pink toes are arched in the fluffy white rug beneath them, a tropical baby blue scarf on your head and your necklaces still in view. you were rolling a blunt on the alice in wonderland tray that sat on your lap.

   ichigo had just gotten out of the shower, ruffling his damp hair with the towel and finding a pair of his basketball shorts in your bottom drawer. the projector on your wall is silently playing avengers’ civil war. it's about five in the morning you presume, wanting to smoke just because. both of you love how quiet the home was, your cat sound asleep on her strawberry printed pillow by your foot, ichigo laying in your bed while scrolling through twitter on his phone until you were finished.

   crawling to him with a tired smile, you flick your plated heart shaped vivienne westwood lighter and pass it to him first, arching over his body sinking into your mattress as you hold it to his lips as he stares you in your eyes. ichigo takes a puff, drags it too long which has you snatching it away and giggling. his hand takes the back of your neck in his grasp, tugging you closer to blow the smoke directly into your mouth before kissing you. he sits you entirely on his abdomen and watches you take your share of it. caressing your skin lazily, and gazing behind you as you hold his face in your chest with your hand sprawled over his cheek, both of you watching the movie.

   the air shifts without the two of you even realizing it. it's when your clutching onto the duvet that's falling halfway off the edge of the bed you bury your face in as you bounce dirty on his cock in cowgirl that it resonates. ichigo now has possession of your blunt, holding it like a cigarette between his fingers in his left hand he uses to gently pinch your ass. fixating on the grip your slick pussy has on his dick, coating it perfectly, driving yourself up and down slowly. he's got his phone on camera mode, recording the way you fuck him in your mirror, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his brows crease.

you rock forward after your lips quiver when a shock strikes up your spine, heaving and slipping off. gripping onto his ankle for support.

   “put it back in,” he's haste when he hits your ass, your salacious whimper making his dick jump. raspy voice completely succumbing you as you reach behind yourself to wrap your dainty hand around the base, sinking back down and rocking your hips. his eyes scroll back when a ring of white centers his cock, a deep ‘fuck’ escaping his mouth as you cream around him. “yeah, pretty girl.”

   “ooh, baby,” a guttural moan vibrates deep within your throat as you drop your ass lower, taking in as much as you could. gasping as you fist the cover in front of you and move quicker, eyes crossing. “ichi !”

   “it's good baby, i know. i fuckin’ know,” ichigo whispers, hissing and clapping a heavy hand down, taking a quick pull from the blunt before putting it out on the ashtray on your nightstand. he abandons his phone, craning his neck to the side to blow out the remainder of clouds before he’s lifting you by your waist until you’re laying on your side facing him.

ichigo tugs you close, slotting himself in between your thighs once your leg hikes itself over his hip, entrapping him with your arms locked around his neck. both of you breathe in each other’s air, rotating your waist to get his cock closer, wanting it back inside before you cried about it. he sees how cute and whiny you are, sloshing his tongue and mouth all over your neck, the most sensitive spot on your body. it makes you insanely wet, gasping, bringing him in more, wanting to be completely entwined. ichigo groans in your neck, reaching between where you two meet to fist his cock, groaning when he finds that gushing hole of yours that sticks like honey and sliding back in.

now his lips are on yours, sloppily tangling tongues and breathlessly moaning into your mouths, the heel of your foot that’s thrown over his waist applying pressure to his backside to drown him in deeper. ichigo has his hands on your ass he’s squeezing until the flesh is imprinted with his marks, cursing and rutting up to sheath his cock in your sweet, sweet fucking pussy. something’s he’s been dying to do for days now. hating how busy the two of you were. there wasn’t enough time to do this as frequently as he desired. that had to change. effective immediately.

“i missed you,” a broken cry sings in his ears from you, slightly squeaky with cute hiccups, ichigo snapping his hips fairly faster, clenching his sharp jaw before kissing your forehead. “f-fuckin’ missed you, ichi.”

“daddy sorry, baby,” ichigo replies, skillfully rolling his hips to hit just the right spot that always makes you scream and claw at his back. he maybe crazy for liking it so much. but when you dig your nails into his strong back, and his skin feels like it’s bleeding . . . sometimes is, he fucking loves it. his strokes ease when he drags out a series of words you’re unable to comprehend. thrusts becoming sloppier. “promise i’ll make it up to you. know you get needy when i’m too far. gunna change that.”

   “mng. you gonna make me cum, baby,” your voice is higher pitched now, eyes low and your mouth dry from hanging it open too long. ichigo knows what to do in an instant, pinning you flat on your back and holding your throat in his hand, raising and dropping his weight onto you so his dick sinks in how you like it. “baby you gonna make me cum.”

“cum,” ichigo pants, his face churning along with yours, your voice going silent as you reach down to rub your fingers over your clit, keeping your eyes focused on his as the faint sound of skin clapping echoed the room. your body’s jolting beneath him, a dry gasp crumbling through. “cum right now, baby. right fuckin’ now, please.”

your knees stutter by his waist, holding onto him tight as the tone in his voice lightens, begging you to cream all over his cock, to cum with him, to give him what he wanted. and you do, roughly slapping your hand on his forearm for security, streams of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ undulating past your puffy lips. ichigo loses his balance and falls down onto you, chest to chest, puts you in a headlock to hold you still while he switches his pace entirely and fucks you harder, his eyes white as pinballs. “fuck, baby. this my fuckin’ pussy. my fuckin’ pussy. can you tell me that, baby? let me know.”

“it’s. your. fuckin’. pussy,” your voice splits with every heavy pound, writhing in his entrapment. holding your knees to the bed with your hands. lewd squelching only gets louder the messier you become. eyes shut with your soul leaving your body. ichigo’s ‘mmm hmm’ as a reply enough to make you cum again, squealing and arching your torso off the bed.

going numb, mind distorted and ichigo holds the back of your head so it’s bending enough to see him fucking you. even with the low lighting from the television you could still spot how drenched you were. ichigo kissing the bridge of your nose, then chastely your lips. “be a good girl n’ watch me cum for you.”

your toes curl when he slows his hips to pull out, resting his cock on your stomach and being rewarded when he cums in long ropes of white, painting your tummy with a shaky moan before mashing his lips back to yours, still thrusting.

“i love you,” he says. “i love you, i love you.”

and you loved him more.

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Want them in me so badddddddddddd

getting on your knees to kiss his bulge through his pants <3 you look up at him with starry eyes and a dreamy smile and he groans because you literally make his cock twitch in anticipation with just a look and a cute little kiss. then you take his cock out & he’s already leaking