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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — it's getting harder to hold off on bakugou or based on this excerpt

࿄ ! warnings - corruption? fingering. nsfw. / note. this was very highly anticpated lol :} ty guys! minors& blank blogs dni.

you’ve never really enjoyed sex. while that’s not really taboo to say as a woman (considering the vast & massive orgasm gap) you think you might as well give up at this point.

most guys that you’ve met are selfish and egotistical, in nature and in sexual prospects. they overrate their sexual experience, licking at a nipple slightly before plunging into your walls without a care for any telltale signs of arousal. was sex supposed to be painful and dry? either way, you were not interested in trying to disprove that hypothesis anymore. swearing to abstinence made more sense than try to fuck your way through a dry spell. nuh uh. never again.

when you start dating katsuki, you realise you can’t hold off on not doing the deed any longer. your boyfriend is an attractive, adonis of a man and the sexual tension is through the high angled roof of his penthouse whenever you come over to his place.

however it becomes every time, every single time, in which you deny his advances, push away at the brush of his pouty lips against your jaw, wriggling away from his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants, cutting off every passionate kiss with a pull of your teeth despite the damp spot that grows on your cotton panties. katsuki paid no mind to it at the beginning of your relationship; chalking it up to jitters and shyness.

but it gets to when you’re both in his bed together and it’s currently the furthest base you both have gotten to in regards to sexual endeavours. katsuki’s tongue delves deeper into your mouth and he uses an arm to wrap a leg around his waist. it’s only then when the gravity of the situation hits you. you panic and katsuki can feel you stiffening up.

katsuki pulls apart from the kiss and the hurt of the constant rejections is apparent through the furrow of his gold blond brows and the slight, dejected frown stretched across his lips.

“i get it,” katsuki huffs, breaking apart from your hold to get up and leave.

you panic again, and this time your heart sinks at the thought of katsuki leaving because of your constant shot downs and you sit up to pull him back down but the man is fast and he’s practically hulk so you decide on running in front of him to stop him.

you know you should’ve explained this to him before to prevent all of this stupid confusion but it’s embarrassing; the idea that you’ve never gotten off through sex even though you’re the furthest thing from a virgin. and even if you told him this half baked story, what would change? would he be any different from the others?

looking up at the red irises that bore into you so deeply and expectantly, you sigh. you finally tell him why you’ve been so avoidant to his advances with an indignant, worried wave of your hands, “it’s not you, it’s me”, and ,“i’ve never orgasmed through penetrative stimulation.”

katsuki raises a brow and you have to cover your face to hide the blooming pink spreading across your face when you tell him that “sex has just never been enjoyable for me… ‘m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

much to your surprise, you feel two hands pull at your waist before pulling your hands down off your face and the blond above you is smirking, so deliciously that your thighs subconsciously rub against it each other to prevent the ache that’s growing between them.

it’s also how you found yourself sat opposite his bedroom mirror, leaning against his bed with spread legs and with your back pressed against katsuki’s bare chest and your hands resting on his muscled forearms. all of your clothes are somewhere strewn across his bedroom - honestly, you can’t even care to remember, with the way your boyfriend has two fingers angled and dipped inside your dripping cunt.

it’s so noisy and so wet, and you should be flustered by it but with every squelch of his fingers dragging along the walls of your pussy, he brushes against that soft, cakey spot inside you and you’re already spasming. is this the third? the fourth? you don’t know how many times you’ve creamed all over his thick fingers and you can’t bring yourself to even look at the mess you’re definitely making.

but you can hear, no, feel how turned on katsuki is behind you. to think he’s the first man to ever make you feel this good, to make you orgasm so many times that you’re delirious with pleasure? he was going to ruin you so that whenever you were out and about without him, you’d think of him pressing his thumb languidly against your clit while he added another finger to stretch you out, to barrage an attack against the gooey spot inside your cunt until you couldn’t take it anymore.

katsuki drags his thumb off your clit to pinch at your nipple and to grab softly at your jaw so that you could see what he was doing to you in the mirror. the constant ministrations already have you hurtling towards another climax, if the erratic movements and heady gush of your cunt had anything to tell him.

“jus’ like that, princess,” he coos, “how about one more f’me? then i’ll give you my cock. how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

your bleary, wet eyes blink up at him and you weakly nod, as if you’re in a trance and katsuki chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before moving his fingers again.

he really was going to be the death of you.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄

Levi Ackerman

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal sex (most likely forgot to add some warnings)

I found this old oneshot from like two years ago and just wanted to share here. I didn't read through it bc that's just embarrassing but it's almost 4k words that deserve to see light of day, anyway enjoy

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It was Thursday afternoon, and you were just finishing practice. Finally, after a long day of hard work. You were being watched the whole time. He watched you like a hawk, while you trained. Not bothering to pay attention to anyone else, just you.

His attitude towards you was always so nasty. He hated you, there was no doubt in your mind; but why? You were an excellent cadet, always obeying orders and treating others with respect. The idea of acting up never crossed your mind, yet he treated you as if you were the most mischievous in the group.

You went over to talk to your group of friends, laughing and giggling while his eyes bore into the back of your head. You had brought up the situation many times to your friends, but they always responded with a “Really? I haven’t noticed him staring at you” or a “I think you’re overreacting.” But you weren’t overreacting, you felt targeted by him. It made you upset how you were singled out. Levi Ackerman was a person you looked up to, but sadly he didn’t seem to like you.

“Hey, Captain Levi wants to speak with you.” Eren informed you, as he walked over to the group. A sigh escaped your lips, as you were expecting to get scolded. You walked away from the group of people and walked over to where Levi was.

“You wished to speak with me, Captain?” You spoke up, but he remained quiet and expressionless.

“You’ve been doing horrible during training, are you sure you’re cut out for this?” He started, and you listened in on his criticism. He talked about how you needed to improve so much more on your hand-to-hand combat skills, which you found kind of useless in the scout regiment since you weren’t planning on killing titans with your fists. Regardless, he was right about your poor skills in that area. He talked about how much more you needed to work on your omni-directional mobility skills, you nodded as you listened even if you were a bit confused since you excelled in that area. He pointed out many things you needed to improve with, but didn’t give out a single tip.

He had finally dismissed you, as people were already going back to their dormitories, and preparing for dinner. You rushed to the showers to clean yourself up, and not be too late for the last meal of the day. The women were already getting out and putting on their clothes, as you arrived and took off yours.

“We’ll wait for you.” Sasha announced as she walked out with Mikasa.

You walked into the shower stall and began cleaning yourself, as women continued walking out of the place, until the last one left and you were left alone. As the cold water hit your skin, all you could think about was Captain Levi. You never did anything to upset him, so why was he so tough on you. You could handle criticism, but he always singled you out, even if people were doing so much worse than you.

The bathroom door opened, and you wondered if someone had forgotten something, since you were the last to leave the training grounds and to shower. You didn’t say anything, though, since it didn’t concern you. You continued scrubbing yourself while the footsteps got louder and louder, until they came to a sudden stop. You slightly turned your head, for your eyes to be met with the man you were just thinking about. Quickly, you grabbed the towel that hung over the stall, and wrapped it around your body.

“Captain, what are you doing here?” You turned off the water, and turned to face Levi who looked mortified. Levi was nearly naked, only a towel covering his lower region.

“My private bathroom is getting fixed, so I was going to the boy’s bathroom to take a shower, I thought this one was it. Apparently not.” He explained and your eyes couldn’t help but to go to his torso, and take in how good he looked.

“It used to be this one, but I guess they changed it.” He added.

“Mhmm... I guess they did.” You hummed as your eyes were glued on his abs. You wished the towel would magically drop to find out if Levi’s height went somewhere else. He noticed it, and he was enjoying the way you looked at him. He walked towards you, grabbing you and pushing you against the wall.

“What’s on your mind, cadet?” He raised an eyebrow, and you remained speechless, as you took in the situation. Levi had you against the wall. “Don’t be shy, I don’t bite.”

“Well, only if you ask me to.” He smirked. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards you, pressing his lips against yours. Within an instant he kissed you back. His lips felt oddly soft, something you definitely weren’t expecting. He bit your bottom lip, making you gasp. He used the opportunity to enter his tongue into your mouth and press it against yours.

He pulled away from your mouth, and began pressing open-mouthed kisses on your jaw, before moving down to your neck and doing the same. Not doing much more to your neck, he moved to your collar bones, and began marking that area.With one tug your towel was on the floor and Levi kept moving down, till he reached your pussy. He grabbed your leg, and placed it on top of his shoulder as he ran his tongue through your folds before flicking your clit. Soft moans escaped your lips as he continued.

You ran your hand through his hair as he continued sucking on your clit. Levi took two fingers, and slowly pushed inside of you. His fingers weren’t that big but he sure did know how to use them. His fingers were hitting all the right spots as he licked your clit. He somehow knew exactly how to please you.

“Oh Captain-” You moaned out as he gently bit your clit. He detached his mouth from your pussy, to look at you as he continued fingering you. A smug look was painted across his face, as he watched how your eyes rolled to the back of your head due to his fingers that were thrusting in and out of you. The face of pleasure your face projected satisfied him.

He began scissoring his fingers, as he took his other hand and rubbed your clit. You began squeezing around his fingers, and he couldn’t help but wonder how good that would feel around his cock. You held on to the stall wall for support as your body spasmed, reaching you high. Levi took his fingers out, and pressed a soft kiss on your pussy before standing up. He helped you balance yourself before speaking.

“You should probably head to the mess hall, people might be wondering where you’re at.”

Following his orders, you were now in the mess hall sitting between Mikasa and Armin, across from Jean, Sasha and Connie. The table was mostly quiet as everyone enjoyed their food in silence, well most of the table, Sasha stuffed her mouth and made sure everyone could hear her; and you, well you were thinking about what just happened. Levi was always picked on you, and he seemed to despise you so what just happened in the bathroom was unexpected.

“What made you take so long in the bathroom?” Sasha finished eating, finally speaking. You tried to remain neutral as you thought of an excuse. You remained quiet as nothing good came up.

“It’s none of our business.” Mikasa responded for you, and you agreed with her. Nobody really cared, but Sasha became suspicious. You noticed it, and hoped she wouldn’t bring it up again. In hopes that she’d forget, you gave her the bread that you weren’t planning on eating. She looked happy, which you hoped meant that she’d let it go. But she wouldn’t let it go, the fact that you gave her food made her even more suspicious.

“What did Captain Levi want?” Jean cocked his eyebrow, curious on why Levi wanted to talk to you. The mention of his name made your face heat up, however you managed to answer his question, making it seem believable as you sighed, “Just the same old thing, criticizing me for poor work during training.”

Mikasa clicked her tongue as she heard the response. She had seen how Levi always picked on you, so she believed you when you spoke to them about the issue.

“What is his issue with you?” Mikasa huffed, and you shrugged. You were still curious on why he was always rude, but you had a general idea in mind.

“Where’s Eren?” You changed the topic, which thankfully worked.

“Hange is running some experiments on him.” Armin answered. Mikasa looked annoyed, since she knew that the experiments Hange was doing weren’t safe for anybody.

The rest of the dinner was filled with jokes (mostly from Connie), giggles, and some conversation about Scout topics. Mikasa, Sasha and you said goodbye to the boys before walking to your dorm room you shared.

“Wake up!” Sasha aggressively shook you, making you open your eyes. You sat up, and looked around confused. Until you saw the sunlight in the room, you ran to get your uniform.

Training usually started so early, that the sun wouldn’t be out which meant you were late. You also made Sasha late, who apparently spent time trying to wake you up. You tried your best to put on the uniform quickly, which was a difficult task to do. Sasha continued waiting for you, which made you feel bad since she was already late. You made a mental note to give her your bread for at least a week.

After putting on the uniform, which was most likely messed up, you two ran out to the training area. Everyone was already busy, Levi was overlooking the training for the week and he made sure the soldiers were always busy with something. You tried to sneak in with the soldiers, but when he locked eyes with you he signaled you to come over. You did and stood in front of him, while Sasha still tried to sneak in.

“Braus, come here!” He yelled. He crossed his arms as Sasha walked towards the two of you.

“Care to explain why you two are late?” He looked back and forth between Sasha and you. You bit your lip feeling guilty for getting her in trouble.

“It was my fault sir, I was feeling sick and she took care of me.” You lied, and Levi raised an eyebrow. He knew you were lying, but he still let Sasha go.

“Lying is not a very good quality. He stated, and you looked at the ground in shame. Levi rolled his eyes before speaking again, “You’re coming with me to my office.”

Levi began walking towards the building, and you followed. The walk was silent and awkward, since there wasn’t much to talk about. Screw that. There was much to talk about but it would be too weird to bring it up in broad daylight.

He opened the door to his office, and let you enter first. You stood in the middle of his office awkwardly as he closed the door, locking it, before walking to his chair and sitting down. He patted his lap, wanting you to sit on it and you hesitated before walking over.

You sat on his lap, waiting for him to speak up. You knew he had something to say, he always did. He just looked into your eyes, and even though he pretended to be mad his eyes told otherwise. He cleared his throat before speaking, “You know, cadet, you’re a very good liar. Too bad I can read you like a book. You could’ve fooled me. Now what actually happened?”

“I overslept and Sasha waited for me.” You told the truth. He wasn’t planning on punishing you, since you were always really responsible and obedient. This was the first incident and most likely the last. He tried fighting off a smile after an idea came into mind. He couldn’t hide it so instead he began kissing along your jaw.

“You know, I can’t let this go just like that.” He moved to your lips, where he immediately slid his tongue in and pressed it against yours. You wrapped your arms around him, as the kiss deepened. He pulled away to speak again, “All of next week you’re going to be in here, cleaning the filthy office.”

You smiled before pulling him into a kiss again. The office was anything but filthy, so he was most likely just going to fuck you all of next week. He pulled away, picked you up and set you down on his desk table. He looked down at your uniform and cocked an eyebrow.

“Thought that you knew how to put on your uniform properly, but apparently not.” He began unbuckling the belts of the uniform one by one, before grabbing one and ordering you to, “Hold your wrists above your head.”

He took the belt and tied your wrists together, restraining you from touching him. He began unbuttoning the buttons of your shirt, commenting on how the shirt was messed up. After unbuttoning the shirt, he took in the sight in front of him, “You really are one sexy woman.”

He took off the waistcloth and your boots, before pulling down your pants and leaving you in your underwear. He began rubbing you through your panties.

“Aren’t you excited?” He commented after feeling the damp fabric, you rolled your eyes even if you knew he was right. He pushed the panties to the side and began playing with your clit. Without a warning he entered two fingers, making you gasp and shut your legs close.

“Now, now, don’t be shy.” He spread them once again, getting a full view. He began prepping you, by scissoring his fingers.

You watched as he focused on your pussy. You doubted you had ever seen him so concentrated even during training.

He kept pumping his two fingers in and out for a minute, before adding another since he knew that just two fingers weren’t enough. You moaned, surprised at the new finger. He loved seeing how good you felt under his touch, and the erotic faces you made as he played with your cunt.

He wasn’t planning on spending too much time on prepping, since the soldiers training would finish soon with their task and need instructions. He had locked the door as a safety precaution, but it would also seem suspicious if they tried to come in and the door was locked.

He took his fingers out, and leaned in, kissing your lips. He pulled away and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants along with his boxers making his dick spring out. Your eyes widened at the sight, his height certainly went somewhere else.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked, making sure this wasn’t your first time. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of taking your virginity, but he didn’t want to take it in his office. He should’ve asked the question last night, but he got too caught up in the moment.

“I have, don’t worry.” You responded. You were eager for him to fuck you, a bit scared though since you had never been with someone as big as him. With your response, he spit on your cunt, as he pumped his cock.

He aligned himself with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. Your eyes filled up with tears, as his cock stretched you out. He looked up to see your face, and noticed your glassy eyes, so he made sure to go in slower. He was halfway in and stopped, to make sure you were okay.

“Can you handle more?” The tone of his voice seemed caring, and if the situation were a bit different you would smile. “I’ll be fine.”

He continued going in at the same pace as before, he made sure he didn’t hurt you. When he was all the way in, he didn’t move, letting you adjust to the size.

“Tell me when to move.” Levi was desperate to move, you were clenching around him and you just felt so good that he was afraid he was going to come in a minute, but he wanted to make sure you were comfortable before moving. You felt as if you could never get used to him so you just decided to let him move.

“You can move.” You informed him. He started off slow, still making sure you were okay.

You digged your nails into your palms, and bit your lip stopping cries from escaping your lips as he fucked you. You wished you could’ve been marking his back but he wanted to tie your hands up, you’d get him next time.

The pleasure overtook the pain as he continued his steady thrusts. One of his hands squeezed your cheeks and brought you up to kiss him. The nastiest kiss you had ever shared with anyone. He pulled away, wanting to hear your moans and cries again. “You’re taking me so well. Who knew a little slut like you could handle my cock.”

“Fuck- your pussy feels so good.” He continued praising, as he felt how much it turned you on by the way your pussy clenched around him while he spoke.

You kept clenching around him, making him take out his cock knowing that if he didn’t he’d come soon. He entered you, once again, this time hitting your sweet spot making you moan even louder.

Taking his cock out was useless since his thrusts were becoming sloppy, as he was about to come again. You just felt too good around him, and he couldn’t contain himself. He didn’t want to come before you, so his thumb found your clit and began massaging it.

“Captain-” You moaned as he continued hitting your sweet spot, and massaging your clit. You were about to come at any second and he knew it. He didn’t stop making sure that you would come before him.

“Come on my cock, baby.” As he spoke, your eyes rolled back and your body spasmed while you came on his cock. Levi quickly took his cock out and released his cum on your stomach.

He took in the sight in front of him, once again. Your arms were above your head with your wrists tied up, you were covered in sweat and his cum was in your stomach; you looked like a mess but he couldn’t find you even more beautiful. He didn’t doubt that he looked like a mess, too but nothing compared to you, at least he thought. He undid the belt and let your hands free before finding something to help you clean the cum on your stomach. You remained on the desk, knowing your legs wouldn’t work to support yourself for a while.

He passed you some paper towels that he kept hidden and you thanked him. As you were cleaning yourself up a loud knock on the door made you panic. Levi remained calm, knowing he was in a position of authority and he could tell anyone to fuck off.

“What do you need?” An annoyed tone was clear in his voice.

“Captain, we finished what you told us to do. What else do you need?” Mikasa’s voice was clear on the other side of the door, which made you panic even more. Levi was planning on going back out, but he needed to do some paperwork, not only that he didn’t want to let you leave just yet.

“Just do whatever you think is necessary. Now leave.” He answered, sitting down on his chair. You hurried putting on the uniform, just in case she dared opening the door. He held your hand and tried stopping himself from laughing, while he pointed at the door showing you it was locked. He made you sit on his lap again, as he looked over some paperwork.

It was weird how yesterday you thought he hated you. Still, you wanted to ask why he was always so rude to you, wanting to confirm if the idea you had in mind was true. You didn’t want to interrupt his concentration but curiosity was killing you. You cleared your throat and his gaze shifted over to you.

“I have a question…” You started. Levi shifted his whole attention to you, as you spoke. “So why were you always so rude to me?”

Levi’s cheeks slowly turned pink as he heard your question. He was a bit ashamed of his reasoning, but he didn’t want to lie or dismiss your question. He stayed quiet as he built up the courage to get the words out of his mouth. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before speaking, “Well I simply just wanted you to leave the survey corps…”

He expected you to get mad, but to his surprise you were smiling. You were right about his reasoning.

“And why is that?” You managed to ask, your voice showing you were a bit too happy. He cleared his throat before explaining, “When I first saw you I was drawn to you, and ever since that day I’ve desired you. I couldn’t act out on my feelings since I’m in a position of authority and it would’ve been wrong. Even what we just did was wrong. I just… didn’t want to act out on my feelings and do something I’d regret, so I tried making you leave for maybe one day you’d forgive me and allow me to take you out on a date.”

“I’m sorry… I hope you can forgive me.” You watched his grey eyes filled with regret. You pecked his lips, in hopes of making him feel better.

“I’m not mad.” You reassured him.

You looked into each other's eyes for a minute, and a warm feeling overtook you. You couldn’t help but smile at his cold gray eyes that warmed up the minute they saw you. He smiled too, the same warm feeling overtaking him.

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bruised-lips · 1 year

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enemies with benefits

summary: unresolved sexual tension between you and levi cause trouble in the workplace.

warning: dom!levi, sub!reader, cursing, levi being mean to the reader, spanking, choking, multiple orgasm denials, overstimulation, hair pulling, biting, fingering, dacryphilia, oral (fem receiving)

word count: 2.4k

your relationship with levi is a complicated one. you respect each other as captains, but when it comes to tolerating each other you just can’t. you both have sour attitudes and it makes being in a room together almost impossible. to make matters worse you can never agree on anything. it infuriates erwin, but he insists on pairing you up until you can eventually work through your hatred. he claims that you sometimes have to work with enemies to achieve a greater goal.

amongst other things you know there’s some unresolved sexual tension between you. it’s obvious how he will always stare at you and pick fights for no reason. you’re to blame, too. you like to get levi all riled up. you enjoy watching his nostrils flare when he’s had enough of your banter. and the bass in his voice when he would yell at you was sexy, you can’t deny it.

even hange has had enough of your banter. you both follow the section commander to a spare office and are instructed that you’ll both be relieved of your duties until you can work together properly. with that the door closes. levi, being obsessed with his work, is desperate to fix the issue between you.

“are you happy now?”, levi crosses his arms at you. his tone sends shivers down your spine. you hope you can rile him up enough to make him act out of character. with the exception of you, levi is always so composed. he doesn’t let many things bother him to the point of making it noticeable. but he can’t help it with you and you love it.

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QUIET AS CAN BE － ITADORI YUJI

PAIRING. bbf!yuji x fem!reader

GENRE. smut ; secret relationship + brother's best friend trope

WORDS. 1,781

WARNINGS. making out, groping, tit play, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex ; 18+ content, minors do not interact, read at your own discretion

IVY'S NOTE. please reblog if you enjoyed! feeedback is always highly appreciated! requests are open if you would like to read something similar (or different)

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"we're gonna have to be quiet," you murmured against yuji's grinning lips, pinned underneath him on your mattress. he nudged your nose with his assuringly. "he's snoring like a pig, baby. there's no way he's gonna wake up." you weren't so confident about that, but you were too far gone to really care.

it had been so long since you'd had a moment alone with your brother's best friend. sure, he'd been coming over almost daily to hang out, giving you certain looks while megumi wasn't watching. but the latter kept close tabs on you both, refusing to let yuji out of his sight, or anywhere near you.

megumi wasn't dumb. he knew yuji was a flirt and it was obvious he had been interested in you since the day he first met you. neither of you knew why megumi resented the idea of you both being together, but it was clear that you did not care.

throwing your arms around yuji's neck, you closed the gap between your lips that was barely a hair's width. he satisfyingly hummed into the kiss like a man starved, one hand slipping under your shirt to squeeze your breast while the other kept his body propped up above yours.

you pushed your chest up into his warm and calloused palm, loving the way his nifty fingers kneaded your skin. yuji tugged and pinched at your hardened nipple with his thumb and forefinger while prodding his tongue against your bottom lip. things were escalating quickly, and it was not because megumi might catch you in the act.

down below, with your knees raised by his waist, you were ferociously grinding your core against his crotch. all you had on were a pair of flimsy thin shorts, and they were doing nothing to mask the feeling of yuji's manhood growing inside his sweats.

with every roll of your hips, the warmth between your legs blossomed. the throbbing in your clit was becoming intolerable. you were heaving and gasping into the mess that was your kiss, turned on even more by the way yuji was sucking on your tongue.

he kissed down your jaw and licked your neck, driving his hips into yours desperately. you were certain that keeping it up a little longer would have you both cumming in your pants. but as lovely as that sounded, you wanted something better.

you impatiently pulled his shirt up his torso. yuji disconnected his mouth from your neck to finish taking the material off, using the opportunity to similarly undress your top half.

the way his eyes ravished your body- the hunger he had previously satiated while kissing you returning once again- made you squirm. he shifted his mouth's attention to your breasts, rolling his tongue over your nipples and releasing them from his lip's tight grip with a pop.

your fingers sifted through his pink mass of hair, pushing his face down into your chest greedily. yuji loved how the action conveyed your longing for his ministrations. he was glad to know that this unbearable lust wasn't one sided in the slightest. he spent a little more time than intended on your breasts before leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses down your body.

as he descended, he pulled your shorts down your legs, rendering you completely naked by the time his lips reached your core. you kicked the garment off, letting it fall on the floor beside your bed, staring at yuji excitedly.

he grinned and wasted no time licking a long stripe up your folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue. humming at the taste of you, he repeated the action and caged your thighs with his arms, keeping your hips locked in place. his tongue then circled your clit before flicking at the bud lewdly, drawling a long, breathy moan from your pursed lips.

unable to resist the temptation, yuji eventually released one of your legs from his iron clad grip and pushed his middle and ring fingers into your sopping wet cunt. they ventured deep before curling upward at just the right angle. you threw your head back, rolling your hips forward to match the rhythmic pumps of his digits. he knew he was doing things right when you started fucking back.

you couldn't handle the pleasure that came with him sucking on your clit. it was too much, and if he kept it up any longer, you were bound to cum. once again, as much as you would have loved do to so, you really wanted to cum on his cock instead.

"fuck, yuji," you tugged at his hair, getting him to look up at you. neither his mouth, nor his fingers stopped working. "we don't have time for all this," you pushed out with a grunt, "please, just, hurry up and fuck me already."

yuji had to will himself to get out from between your legs so he could take his pants off. his cock was as hard as a rock, so riled up that being constricted within his sweats was starting to ache a little. he pushed his pants down to his knees, letting his manhood slap up against his abdomen. his tip was glistening with precum, a sight so tantalizing that you deeply regretted saying there wasn't enough time for you both to have all the fun you wanted.

after pumping his length a few times, he rubbed it along your slick pussy, coating it in all the arousal that had leaked out of you. your walls helplessly clenched around nothing, panting as you anticipated being filled by him.

"yuji," you droned, propping yourself up on your elbows, "please, you're killing me here." yuji scoffed but heeded your pleas regardless. "just tryna savor the moment a little, that's all," he shared as he pressed his cockhead into your entrance. you spread your legs wider, wordlessly inviting him deeper into you. yuji let out a shaky groan as his cock received the warmest welcome from your walls. he shut his eyes and grinned at the gratifying sensation. "this never gets old," he mumbled, completely bottoming out.

just this much had you on the verge of going cross eyed. but when yuji rolled his hips into yours, you knew that was it. his cock slid in and out of your drenched cunt so smoothly, each thrust making your toes curl deliciously. he hovered over you, dipping his head down in the crook of your neck where his tongue licked at your skin in a ploy to keep his volume down.

you ended up wrapping your legs around his waist, allowing his cock to dig even deeper inside you. every spot he hit took you to a new height of pleasure. you clung onto his shoulders as his calm thrusts gently jerked your body up and down your mattress. you were on cloud nine, absolutely elated, mind knocked out in bliss.

yuji never fathomed thinking such cheesy thoughts, but he could not deny that your pussy felt like heaven, and if he hadn't been tongue tied because of the mind boggling pleasure, then he just might have told you.

your juices were everywhere. smearing against his thighs, seeping into your bedsheets. it was impossible to conceal the noises of you getting pounded. if anyone were to press their ear against your door from the outside, there was no doubt they'd realize exactly what you were up to. that was why yuji needed to work fast.

shifting all his weight on his arms, he leaned forward and began pistoning his cock inside you. gasping out loud, you grit your teeth as the dull thud of skin hitting skin filled your room. you tried your best to contain your moans but they still slipped out of your mouth. "it's okay baby, i'm almost done," yuji groaned, noticing the panic in your eyes. "don't worry about megumi. just focus on me."

he kissed you, swallowing your moans in his mouth. that was right. you didn't need to think about your brother. if you didn't focus on yuji and the pleasure he was making you feel, you would only end up regretting it later. you snuck a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles into it with your fingers as yuji continued fucking you. he was trying to cum, and hopefully, you could finish at the same time.

"curse you megumi," yuji thought as he shoveled his cock inside you, "if you weren't so stuck up about me and your sister, maybe i would have fucked her better." yuji hated that he was strapped for time. he wasn't a fan of rushing, and it made the sex just the slightest bit unsatisfying. but other than that, he has zero problems or complaints. the feeling of being inside you itself felt like a privilege. yuji couldn't get enough of you.

"fuck, yuji, i'm gonna cum," you stuttered against his chin, feeling all your pleasure concentrate in your clit. "me too baby, almost there," he grunted, speeding his thrusts up. you didn't think you could prolong your orgasm at all. at this point, if you stopped rubbing your clit, his desperate thrusts would surely bring your high crashing down on you.

before you could decide what to do however, yuji suddenly snapped his hips into you, letting out the hottest groan you had ever heard from him. you rubbed your clit furiously, egged on by a second sharp thrust from him. this time, you felt hope ropes of his cum shoot inside you. it made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. your orgasm hit spontaneously, walls clenching tightly around his ejaculating cock as you moaned breathlessly against his neck.

with a curt chuckle, yuji pressed his palms flat against the underside of your thighs, slipping his cock out of you. catching his breath, he pulled his pants back up and watched with a glint of excitement in his eyes as his cum leaked out of you. "i'm kinda scared to go back in there," he admitted, referring to megumi's room, where he was probably and hopefully still crashed out on his bed.

"spend the night with me then. at this rate, i doubt we're doing a very good job at keeping our relationship a secret from him," you suggested shyly, embarrassed to say all that out loud. yuji seemed a little flustered at the thought too. he didn't have the guts to face megumi if he was awake, and he also didn't want to leave your side. "let's pray he doesn't murder me in the morning," he concluded with a smile, scooting you over so he could lay down and let you cuddle into his side.

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Friends ... Have you ever thought about TechSupport!Kirishima, that's too fucking hot to be a computer nerd? Like you were completely taken aback when you saw his massive cock muscles. And like-wouldn't it be even crazier if y/n was kinda idk .... pervy 🥴

18+NSFW|MDNI tw!AgedUp, dubcon?, pervyfem!reader, use of "spunk"😍, pussy drunk Kirishima, breeding, overstimulation, spitting, Kiri is a good boy

Imagine spending hours researching and compiling data for a report that’s due in the morning and just when you’re about to submit it into the database, the screen goes blank. You’ve literally been staring at a screen for hours. Crunching numbers and gathering evidence just for all your hard work to disappear.

What do you even feel in this moment? Nausea? Dread? Disappointment?

Anger.

Pure unadulterated anger that has you screaming at your monitor and throwing your stapler against the wall—which leaves at not-so-subtle hole that would definitely be coming out of your paycheck.

If I even still have a job in the morning.

Irritation bubbles underneath your skin in a way that has you fidgeting in your seat. Manicured fingers tap against the mahogany wood of your desk and the foot of your Louboutin pump digs into the carpet. Being the youngest executive at such an elite firm led to an overwhelming amount of pressure. Not to mention being the only woman on the board—that presented difficulties in itself. It’s like your male peers were just waiting for you to fuck up. Just prove yourself as the incompetent bimbo that’s no more than in office eye candy. Fuck—they were gonna have a field day with this.

You stared at the blank screen in utter defeat, thinking of how you’ll walk out of the boardroom carrying a box filled with office supplies and snacks in a dignified manner. Then, it hit you—a potential solution to your problem. The computer nerds in the IT department!

You nearly broke a nail lunging for your cellphone and placing the emergency order. The disinterested voice claiming to send someone “soon” had you a bit worried, but to your surprise there was a knock on your door five minutes later.

“Come in!” You chirped hopefully, praying that this scrawny little—

Wait a minute.

Is there a football tryout or something that you didn’t know about ?

“Hi there, I’m Kirishima. Nice to meet you. I hear you’re having some trouble with your laptop?”

Your jaw hit the floor when the 6’6 giant crouched over the threshold and into your office because there’s no way that this big brute of a man was some tech savant.

Well—brute might not be the right word. This guy had the sunniest disposition. Bright red hair pulled into a low ponytail. Radiant ruby eyes with flecks of blue that shimmered against the fluorescent lights. A gentle voice that was deep yet calming. And his smile–sharp pointy teeth that were perfectly aligned and sparkling white, framed by the plushest set of pink lips that you’ve ever seen. So, brute might not be the best word to describe this guy. At least not from the neck up. But from the neck down…

Well, that was a different story.

The man was MASSIVE. Everything about him was big. And I do mean everything. That thin light blue polo and tight khaki slacks held little to the imagination. The fabric was stretched so tight over the expanse of muscle it looked as if it was painted on. To make matters worse, you could make out the faintest lines of black ink peaking underneath his sleeve and slightly above his collar hinting at some ornate chest plate that made him impossibly more desirable.

“You work in IT?” Kirishima winced at the accusatory tone and scratched the back of his head. “Heh-yeah. I know I’m a little young. I just started today but I promise I can get the job done!” He chuckled nervously, completely oblivious to the fact that you weren’t confused by his age. Hell—he looked to be about the same age of you and you’d never discriminate on someone based on their age. Or anything at all for that matter. It just that—he’s so hot.

Oh fuck, well now I’m no better than the assholes I work with.

“No. No. I was just a little taken aback is all.” You threw your hands up and smiled, which made him visibly relax, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’m kind of counting on it”. Kirishima nodded with a bright smile plastered on his face and headed towards your workstation.

The redhead had the issue resolved in a matter of minutes. Saving you from corporate humiliation and help wanted ads. You were so happy you could kiss him—which is exactly what you said and turned him into a flustered mess. “I- Me- No- that’s just my job!” His voice cracked and he flushed a deeper shade of red that crawled up his neck and covered his cheeks and ears. He was so embarrassed. Is blushing considered manly? But what man in their right mind wouldn’t get nervous around such a gorgeous woman.

Everything about you was perfect. First and foremost, you were this powerful exec who had to be some sort of genius because there’s no way that you were older than him. Then all the other stuff. Beautiful face. Angelic voice. Sweet laugh. Kind smile. A plush body that looked so soft—

“Kirishima?” your bubbly voice yanked him from his brief, and slightly inappropriate, departure from reality. It’s not okay for him to think of his higher ups like that. No matter how sweet your perfume smells or how tiny you are compared to him. He just got this job and there’s no way he could fuck it up by being unprofessional. So, he cleared his throat and said his goodbyes. Hoping to keep his interactions with you to a minimum, lest he be tempted…

But you had other plans.

You see it’s hard being a successful businesswoman and finding a guy that checks all your boxes. The guys you worked with were all arrogant assholes who made jokes about you being their housewife. But Kirishima was so different! He revered you and always treated you with the upmost respect. A perfect gentleman that never stepped out of line no matter how hard you pushed him.

All those urgent calls that you sent in requesting him specifically because “he was such a good worker”. When actually all you wanted was to watch his red brows furrow when he scratched his head trying to figure out how you managed to get 17 different malware prompts that each lead to some dead end. Little did he know, you asked your best friend Mina to send some codes your way that would give you a chance to ogle the redhead cutie. Pushing up against him while you peered over his shoulder and pretended to be interested in how he was fixing something you’d purposely broken.

It was fun too.

He always got so nervous and flustered. He’d avert his eyes and not so discreetly adjust himself when your soft breasts pushed against his skin. Sometimes he’d audibly gulp when you’d run your French tipped nails down his toned arm. His attraction was obvious, but he never made any moves. So, one day you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Wow—I’ve never seen anything like this. Your motherboard is completely fried. We might need to get you a whole new set up”. A theatrical gasp sounded from your chest. “Oh no, That’s awful!” You exclaimed, as if you didn’t disassemble the whole thing and drench it in iced coffee before you called him over. “Yeah—he shook his head, “but it’s not too big of a deal. I’ll just run over to the tech department grab everything”. You hummed, biting your lip, and chewing on the tip of a pen in a way that shouldn’t have made his pants tight. God—he hoped you didn’t notice, but of course you did.

“Hey, Kirishima… Why don’t I come with you? I can help you carry everything”. His eyes widened comically, completely taken aback at the thought of your tiny self lifting more than a finger. “Oh no! It’s fine. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt”. You pouted, fingers twirling around a tendril of hair and took a step closer to him, so that the two of you were standing chest to chest. “Well at least let me keep you company”.

The wet squelching of your sopping cunt reverberated off the walls lewdly paired by your sultry moans and Kirishima’s muffled grunts. Saliva spilled between your fingers from where your hand was pressed against his mouth that hung open in ecstasy. Big hands found purchase on the globes of your ass, not so much guiding—more like holding on for dear life while rode his dick. Bodies pressed together like the pieces of a puzzle in the cramped space of the equipment room.

Vermillion stands fell freely against his tanned skin and clung to the sweat beading against his flesh. Slowly—you whined your waist, drawing circles against the meaty cock that was bruising your cervix. A shudder ran down the redhead’s spine and his hips spasmed up into your heat, making your core clench around him. Slick saturated his thighs, pooling in the tufts of curly black pubes nestled above his engorged balls.

Leaning back slightly—you rolled your hips at a new angle that pushed and pulled Kirishima’s dick simultaneously. He whimpered loudly against your hand. Too pussy drunk to care about getting caught fucking his superior in the middle of the day. “Shh-“ you cooed, tightening the hand against his mouth. “You have to be quiet, baby. You can be a good boy for me, yeah?”. He nodded immediately, fighting the intense urge to scream your name because he was so willing to prove his obedience. Be your good boy. You chuckled, cunt spasming at the desperation in his red eyes. You’d never felt so desired. The way Kirishima gazed upon your face made you feel like some masterfully crafted work of art. It was like you were the only girl in the world. The only thing that mattered to him was your beautiful face and angelic cunt, milking his balls dry and bouncing on his dick to the point of overstimulation.

Tears fell from his eyes and his heart beat in time with each wet slap of your cunt. Even though your pussy was so filled with spunk that it dribbled down your legs—you never stopped bouncing. Cupping his balls with your free hand to squeeze him dry. You moved your hand just in time to hear his pornographic moan as his hips stuttered, shooting blanks into your gushy center.

He looked so pretty. Eyes rolled to the back of his head and mouth hung open with drool on the sides. Never one to miss out on a great opportunity—you leaned forward and slowly dribbled saliva down his throat, which he swallowed hungrily. It was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. Moaning and whispering words of praise while Kirishima whined and whimpered your name.

You clung to one another for what felt like hours before the red head broke the silence by clearing his throat.

“So umm—would you like to maybe go on a date?”

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IN YOUR DREAMS

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 — megumi x implied black female reader

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 — 18+ content minors and ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked. fingering. multiple orgasms. reverse cowgirl. backshots. biting. branding (?) breeding.

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 — megumi puts an end to his father’s inappropriate attraction to you once and for all

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 — this is part 2 of your fantasy which can be read here. this is one of my more recent works but I loved the concept. hope you enjoy!

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had me straight curling my TOES💀😩😩💖💖💖💖

gunsmoke in mirrors | kougami shinya

PAIRING. enforcer!kougami x fem criminal!reader LENGTH. 32,978 (also available to read on ao3) GENRE. action & nsfw (heavy on the latter… and when i say heavy i mean over 20k of this is smut) EXTRA. this is my contribution to my back from the dead collab !!

SYNOPSIS. on the run from the scene of your crime in a city full of criminals, you finally meet your reckoning at the hands of an enforcer who outwits you at every turn.

CONTENT. blood kink (m + f), fearplay (heavy), graphic imagery, gunplay (heavy) & unsafe gun use, knifeplay, mentions of death, pursuit, sex as a bargaining chip, threats of violence, violence as foreplay (knife fight, several injuries). adrenaline chase, aftercare, autoerotic asphyxiation, begging, biting (m + f), brat taming, breathplay / choking (m + f), cowgirl, creampie(s), cum eating (m + f), cutting clothes, deepthroating, degradation (m + f), edging , fingering, foreplay (lots), hair pulling, hand kink, hate sex (sort of), humiliation, just the tip, kabedon, manhandling, masochism (m + f), mentions of masturbation & voyeurism, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, oral (m + f), oral fixation, orgasm denial / ruined orgasm, overstim (m + f), praise, provocation, punishment, pussyjob, restraints (handcuffs), rough sex, sadism (m + f), shotgunning smoke, simultaneous orgasms, size kink, smoking, spit, squirting, sweat kink, switching (?), teasing (m + f)

NOTES ON DYNAMIC. constant fluctuation of power, kougami’s both soft & mean in this and gets progressively crueler as he’s provoked, reader is a bratty menace with a lot of personality

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS. weapon inaccuracies (knives cut through walls and clothes like butter, gun inaccuracies probably), cigarettes last forever and don’t drop ash LOL, not canon compliant (diverges from canon plot; i also took several liberties with their world), kougami is in his early s1 era (ruthless & vengeful with criminals), he’s also ooc at some points BUT there is a reason for it, also dont try any of this at home LMAO

A/N. well…. here it is… the fic that put me through the wringer lmaoo. this fic was supposed to be 5k words but apparently i have lost my mind over this man. a HUUUUGEEEE thank you & all my love to ari @prettyboykatsuki for beta reading this monster and for listening to me scream about the entire thing for the longest!!! ALSO… this one goes out to the lil psycho pass fanclub i love u guys

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ALL THE CONTENT STATED IN THE WARNINGS.

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conversations with the devil

bakugou katsuki x reader

dynamic // (dirtbag) stepbro!bakugou x fem!reader (ft. his nasty frat bros)

aged up characters (21+) - nsfw + dc heavy, minors do not interact

word count // 19.2k

warnings // dark content. blackmail, coercion + manipulation, noncon (breeding, creampie, fantasies, recording), power imbalance, stepcest. ass play, breath play, cum eating, cum play, degradation, (very) dubcon, edging, fingering, humiliation, impact play, masturbation (m + f), multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), objectification, overstimulation, panty theft/sniffing, size kink, somno (referenced), spit kink, squirting, teasing/fantasizing, voyeurism, no aftercare

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this takes place in the same au as initiation :>

a/n // a huge thank u to @eikatslut for inspiring my stepbro fantasies and to @katonshoko + my other besties in the bubble pop server for giving me so many ideas for this and thirsting for him w me every day!!

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You’re staring up at him indignantly. Furiously. He’s so nonchalant — as if he didn’t just imply that you wanted to fuck him. Him! Of all people. Your own stepbrother. You’re speechless, just glaring at him, without the faintest idea of how to respond.

He laughs, reaches across the counter to squish up your cheeks with his massive, rough hand.

“Relax, kiddo,” he chides — condescending. Sarcastic. “This isn’t a cheap porno. I’m your big brother. Nothing weird’s gonna happen just because we’re all alone.”

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ꜱ/ᴏ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴋɪꜱꜱ

pairings: dabi x reader, shigaraki x reader, deku x reader, bakugou x reader, kirishima x reader, hawks x reader

genre: fluff (dabi and shiggy are suggestive,, but mainly fluff)

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a/n: DEKU’S MADE ME FUCKING CRY-

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hey everyone! i’m accepting requests now, here are my requirements and rules. they’re very sweet and simple.

when you’re requesting please be specific, i tend to think out of the box a bit. so if you want something to happen a certain way please let me know! :)

i write for; my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, and demon slayer. i’ll def write any more but i am more familiar with these here!

what you can request <3

dark content

drugs/alcohol

stepcest

breeding

noncon/dubcon

yandere

kidnapping

etc.

what i won’t do <\3

incest

dubcon to the point where the reader isn’t enjoying none of it

mad angst; for example “pregnant! reader gets repeatedly cheating on but dabi still cums on her face” type shit cause like wtf is everything okay at home?

pregnancy

cheating

lmao^

piss kink

sometimes dom! reader, i’m such a fucking pillow princess but if your request seems interesting then i’ll write it.

and yeah i don’t remember anymore but if your request is too “😦😦” to the point i have to turn off my phone and stare in a void, then i will politely decline and think about my life choices.

also, i am very very inexperienced on male! reader or mlm so i will shy away from it and act like i didn’t see your request. it’s not you, it’s me i’m sorry. but i do gender neutral smut too if you’re into that instead. please don’t cancel me lmao. (i’m so serious)

if you’re curious about how i write then you can check out my fairly new katsuki x reader smut i have temporarily pinned because why not, it’s sexy.

but yeah, that’s all. i’ll finish your request in a good 2-4 business days. if i take longer it’s because college is being a bitch and i like suffering:)

i’m still a bit new to tumblr so hopefully i’ll have a main list and just a welcome page up soon for everyone. so if you wanna message me tips that would be honestly fabulous.

#katsuki smut #megumi smut #demon slayer smut #itadori yuuji smut #itadori smut #mha smut #bakugou x reader smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bnha smut #deku x reader #my hero academia #jjk smut #gojo smut

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that was sexy

Title: Sundays Are The Best

Rated M 18+ (MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME TO READ OR INTERACT WITH THIS POST. MINOR AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED)

Content Warning: all characters are 18+, soft!bakugou x bratty(ish)reader (gender-neutral language used, reader has a vagina and breasts), long haired bakugou, established relationship (they in love or whateva), overuse of the word baby, wake up sex, fingering, grinding, squirting, nipple play, could maybe possibly be interpreted as dub-con but the sexual encounter is completely consensual (reader is just being a brat), aftercare, maybe some editing errors but I hope not 😩, idk lemme know if I missed anything.

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Sundays are the best. You and Kastuki have no obligations or unwanted tasks. You could stay in bed all day if you really wanted to, and being that it’s nearly noon, you’re on the right track. The only reason you rouse from sleep is the gentle thumb caressing your cheek. The touch is too soft to hold any resentment, and how could you when your eyes flutter open to a perfect image: Bakugou Katuski on his side facing you, just barely awake himself, eyelids heavy from sleep. His long blonde tresses blanket half of his face, and his gaze leisurely roams your across your face. He looks so content; it brings a sleepy smile to your lips.

“Good morning, baby.” He says it like this every morning—with that same husky voice that brings a flutter to your tummy. And like clockwork, he cradles the back of your head and brings you into a long yearning kiss.

His greeting is returned once his lips part from your own, and you promptly burrow your head beneath his chin. Your limbs intertwine, and your breaths fall in sync. He radiates so much heat from his unclothed chest. You feel so warm and comfortable. This is your favorite part of every day. It is never skipped nor is it rushed. If you had it your way, you two would stay like this all day. You’ve coaxed him into it a few times before. He would do it more often if he didn’t have to work all the time. He enjoys cuddling just as much as you do, despite what others might think. And he always looks a little sad when he has to get up to get ready for work. Luckily that’s not the case today, and you can hold each other for as long as you want. Today your cuddle session lasts well over thirty minutes and is only interrupted by the gurgling of your tummy.

“M’so hungry but I don’t wanna get up.”

“Idiot,” he scoffs. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Stop,” you drawl, and you playfully swat his butt. “You know m’sensitive.”

He can’t see it but he knows you’re pouting— can imagine that plump bottom lip poking out. God, you are adorable, and it’s funny how easily you get worked up. It’s because you're so soft. He absolutely loves it.

“I know,” he sighs, adjusting himself to cradle your face and mush your foreheads together. “M’sorry.”

He apologizes so easily. He’s come a long way. He’s humbled himself, especially for you.

“You’re cute when you’re fussy.”

And yet, he still finds a way to be an ass. He could at least wait until you’ve had breakfast for the banter. His jests hit different on an empty stomach.

“Hmph.” You turn your nose to the air and roll over to your right to scoot from his side, leaving Katsuki to stare at your back. “Cute my ass,” you mumble.

“Hmmm.” His voice is so deep. You can feel the vibrations of his hum even with the distance you have. But he doesn’t stay far for long. His fingers have migrated to your ass, massaging each globe with a heavy hand. “Your ass is pretty cute.” Especially with those little pink panties you got on. Most of the fabric is hidden between your cheeks. You let him massage you a bit, humming contently from the feeling before remembering you’re supposed to play mad, and Katsuki gets a smack from your manicured fingers.

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that.”

He’s much closer now, having slid you back against him, his frontside tightly molded to your back like an air-lock seal. His left hand holds your hip while his right arm slithers beneath to wrap around your torso and tug your camisole down, freeing your breasts. You can feel his long golden strands tickling your shoulder as he leans down to your ear. His warm breath sends a shiver down your spine.

“Lemme make it up to you.” It isn’t a whisper but he says it so quietly, like he’s talking to himself.

His left hand strokes the outside of your thigh. It becomes heavier and heavier, creeping further and further to the warmth between your legs, but as much as he tries to wiggle his way in, your thighs are closed shut. It’s cute how you play coy, but he knows how to play your game.

“Spread these thighs for me, baby.” He kisses those words right into your ear, each syllable loosening the reins to your tightly held pride. “Wanna play with that pussy.” You absolutely melt. “Wanna make you feel good.”

Your thighs part like the sea. He kisses beneath your ear in thanks, left arm bracketing your thigh to keep it in place. He’s adjusted you both so he can see what he’s doing and still be able to grope at your breasts. His dick is neatly seated in the crack of your ass.

His fingers dance along the frilly edges of your panties, a cute little lip poking out from the side. He ignores it for the most part, wanting to tease you a little. He even plays with the hairs unhidden by your underwear— absolutely loves how hairy your pussy is. He can remember the first time he laid eyes on your kitty. His brain nearly fried from the sight: perfect glistening folds gifted in an untamed bush of hair. God, you are perfect.

He senses you are restless for more friction, and finally takes mercy. He glides his fingers to the center of your core, sliding them up and down from your clothed hole to your gradually engorging clit. Whenever he reaches that cute little button he takes a moment to really wag his fingers from side to side, placing soft kisses to your cheek and shoulder all the while. He cycles this routine over and over, dragging the wetness seeping from your entrance further up to meet your clit. His path is growing increasingly more damp with each pass, your panties are nearly soaked through . It’s so fucking hot, he can barely keep eyes open from the pull of arousal. And the subtle humping of your ass has grown into a hard grind.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Of course it feels good. Why else would your hips rut and chase after his touch? “Does it feel good?”

You whimper ‘cause he must be teasing you. You know he knows it feels good. You’re dripping, and whimpering, and spreading your legs as wide as you can—but you know he won’t let it go until you answer. It’s quiet and indignant, but you give a “yes,” nonetheless.

“Yeah?” He’s not teasing you, he just needs to know he’s doing well; yearns to hear how good you feel—loves to hear you say it.

“Yes,” you whimper.

Satisfied with the sopping of your underwear, he quickly moves it aside, hooking the right side of the fabric on your left butt cheek to reveal your glistening vulva.

Deft and callus fingers make quick work at tracing your fluttering ring and marinating his fingers in your silky wet texture. He can feel you clenching; every cycle around the perimeter of your entrance is met with a hard wink. You’re practically begging him to fill that pretty little hole. And it’s so cute how you wiggle and buck, attempting to will his fingers into your depths. It’s fun to watch you struggle.

“So sexy, baby,” he says. “Make my dick so hard.” He should reward you for your patience.

His middle and ring finger fuse together and wiggle inside your hole. He explores for a while, completely gluttonous in his actions. It’s an adventure each time he is inside you. He likes to map out every bump and ridge, and always discovers something new to make you purr.

He finds a steady rhythm: wrist loose, fingers curling against your top wall, palm bumping perfectly against your clit. It feels so fucking good you could cry.

“Sh, sh, shh. S’okay, baby.” You are crying, chest hiccuping with each inhale. His pretty baby is so sensitive and soft, and hasn’t spared him a single glance. It makes him hard as a rock. “I know. I know.” He coos, placing a kiss to your cheek in apology before increasing the speed of his hand.

It’s so fucking sexy how your hips chase after his touch, how they swivel and hump patterns into the palm of his hand; he can feel how hard your clit is. Your movements have gone a bit frenzied, and he’s going absolutely crazy trying to keep up, attempting to follow your lead and keep his dick slotted between your ass cheeks. With each upward thrust of his hips, the head of his dick collides with his hand. He’s gonna cum in his underwear at this point, and from the look of it, you’re not far off either. You’re drooling, and your eyes keep fluttering shut. You alternate between whimpers and moans, either sound completely uncontrollable. Your nipples are so fucking hard from his pinching and pulling.

“Look at me, baby,” he pleads, left hand steadily increasing in speed. “I wanna see you!”

“N-No!”

God, you are so prissy. It drives him absolutely wild.

Suddenly, your body seizes from an unanticipated pressure building behind your clit. Your toes are curling so hard it feels like your feet will cramp. Katsuki senses that something is coming. Your wet warm walls are contracting so hard around his fingers, and you’re panting like a dog. His stomach clenches.

“Fuck! You’re getting so tight,” he whines.

“I-I—”oh fuck.

“Yeah, baby?” He sounds so desperate, and he’s humping so chaotically. His dick is so fucking hard, his boxers are nearly soaked through.

“I think I’m—” —Literally getting finger-fucked within an inch of your life. “I think! I think! I think!” You’re delirious. And something is building so quickly you don’t have time to brace yourself. It’s coming, coming, coming—

“Cumming!”

The dam breaks. Your eyes cross. Your mind is absolute static. You can’t register anything other than the strumming through your body; not how you contort, or how you sob, or how you squirt everywhere within a two feet radius.

“Yes, baby, yes!” He cries. “Fucking squirt all over me, baby, yes—”

Fuck, he’s cumming. His eyes can’t stay open to see you finish making a pool of the bed. His body tenses and his rhythm fumbles, but his hand never stops moving.

One. Two. Three more ruts against your ass and his balls drain what feels like gallons of cum. It’s thick, and gooey, and seemingly never ending, making a pathetic puddle in his underwear. It feels like he’s having a spiritual experience with how his soul literally leaves his body.

It’s like you are both frozen in time; shocks of pleasure zapping down each of your spines. And it’s precious how you cling to each other, right hands having laced together over your chest.

The come down is gradual, both pairs of limbs leisurely falling like leaves. Your heartbeats slow. You eventually regain cognizance. You can feel the heat radiating off of your bodies in contrast to the cool A/C, and it’s silent save for your recovering breaths. His fingers are still inside you, probably soft and pruned. Neither of you can muster any movement, but you’re not in a rush—the edges of reality are slowly coming back into focus.

“Fuck,” you break the silence. “I can’t believe I squirted.”

“Why,” he inquires, voice muffled by the back of your head. “You’ve done it before.”

“I know, but god, that was really intense.”

He hums in agreement. It feels like his body is falling deeper and deeper into the mattress. If he doesn’t get up soon he fears both of you will fall asleep in the mess that you’ve made.

He begrudgingly removes himself from your body, and makes his way to the en-suite. The pitter patter of the shower is heard shortly after. He was right to get up when he did because when he returns to the bedroom, you’re half conscious. He’s on your side of the bed leaning over you, gently stroking your cheek to coax you from sleep.

“Wake up, baby.” His voice is so soft and his touch is so warm. He’s just lulling you further to dreamland. “Gotta shower and eat.”

“But I’m sleepy,” you whine.

“I know,” he counters. “I promise after we’re done we can go back to bed.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

The shower is needed. You pet each other gently, and exchange small kisses between rinsing the grime from your bodies. And when your shower is over, and your bellies are full, he keeps his promise and tucks you both into bed.

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[5:08 PM] — BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Bakugou overhears all class gossip, and while nobody thinks he does, he never misses a word. He’s got sharp ears and keen eyes and he never misses anything.

Which is why he’s reduced to a glum guy with wounded pride when he overhears the girls gossiping about how “Bakugou and y/n don’t seem like they’ll last.” He figures it’s true—deep down he realizes his prickly and harsh nature could never mesh well with your gentle and sweet one, but the words sting no less.

The truth is, Bakugou Katsuki has fallen hopelessly in love, and he wants to roll his eyes at himself, but he can’t. He can’t when it’s you, he can’t bring himself to do anything but soften his exterior as much as he can so you can see he’s trying. He’s trying and maybe it’s not perfect, but it’s all he’s got. He lets you grab his hand, and steal his snacks, and mess around with his gauntlets, and ruffle his hair, and he hopes it’s enough, but he knows deep down it’s not.

So when you sit next to him in the courtyard, plopping down quietly beside him as he looks ahead refusing to meet your eyes, he’s not expecting your hand to lay on his.

“Hey, Katsuki,” you whisper gently, and he can tell from your tone you know something’s up.

“Hmph,” he grumbles incoherently in acknowledgment, shoulders tensing as you get closer.

“What’s on your mind?” He’s silent for a moment, and even if he wanted to, Bakugou doesn’t even know how to tell you.

“N—”

“Don’t say nothing.” Bakugou’s hand grips the fabric of his jeans tightly, and he’s trembling just the slightest bit, but the way your hand soothes over his arm in delicate circles grounds him just the tiniest bit.

“It’s none of your business,” he mutters. You raise your eyebrow unimpressed.

“Try again, babe.” And maybe it’s the way your palm is warm through the fabric of his blazer, or the way your voice is still gentle even when reprimanding, or the way you just seem to know, but he practically pours himself out to you. Because he needs you to hear, and he needs you to know—Bakugou’s trying.

“Those dumb girls can’t mind their business. They don’t think we’ll last—as if it’s their business,” he rants, and his voice is slightly tight—he’ll never admit it and you’ll never mention it, but you both can hear it. “Who asked, anyway?”

Nodding slowly, you lean your head on his shoulder, hand grasping his as you fiddle with his fingers. His cheek finds its way to the top of your head, and you both sit like that for a bit, you playing with his fingers and Bakugou peeking glances at you over his shoulder.

“Do you think we’ll last?”

“Huh?”

“Do you think think they’re right? That we won’t last?” He wants to say yes, wants to admit that nobody would want to last with someone as rough and tough as him, that his words are just as abrasive as his actions and you shouldn’t tolerate it, but Bakugou needs more than anything for you to stick with him.

He needs the little cheek kisses goodnight, he needs the arm hugs while you walk together, he needs the tiny nose boops when he’s frowning—and he needs you.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “I guess you shouldn’t really want us to, huh?” And he cringes a little when your head shoots up.

“What’s that mean?”

He simply shrugs and mumbles “I don’t know,” as he looks off to the side. But your hand grabs his jaw and gently forces him to look you in the eyes.

And his eyes are swimming with doubt, with anger, but mostly, a sense of defeat, and that’s unlike Bakugou. He never admits defeat, and it’s the one thing about him you love most.

“Katsuki. Don’t give me that,” you say gently, and the soft kiss to his nose makes him grip your waist tightly. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I want us to last?”

“It just makes sense.”

“And why’s that?”

And the dam breaks when he opens his mouth, eyes angry (and slightly wet, but you don’t mention it) as he pours his heart out to you.

“Because you shouldn’t want to last with someone like me, we both know that. I’m not cut out to be the way a boyfriend is, I don’t act like the way they should. Go find someone who does,” he mutters at the end, and you frown, watching as he fights the tremble of his lips.

He’s waiting for the blow, for the moment you admit he’s right and walk off and inevitably rip his heart out and take it with you, but it never comes.

“Hey,” you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest, and on any other day, he’d pull away instantly, grumbling about how someone might see. But today, today he needs to be close, to hear your heart beat against his ear. “That’s not true, Katsuki. You’re a bit different, but I don’t mind. I know you love me,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair.

“You—”

“I’m not done, okay?” You poke his forehead, and he swats your hand away. “Like you said, it’s not their business. So they don’t know everything. You do a great job you know, you just make your own rules of how to do things,” you snort. “That’s okay though, it’s still plenty enough for me.”

“You sure?” His voice is gruff, but it’s still hesitant. Your hand glides down to grab his hand, lacing your fingers together as you peck his forehead.

“Of course. You look out for me, always make sure I’m safe, always try to notice how I can improve, always take the short end of the stick for me. Who cares if you don’t bring me roses or something? Do you love me?”

“Well yeah,” he grumbles, answer immediate.

“Do you want us to last?”

And his voice is a bit smaller this time when he admits a small “yes.”

“Good, I feel the same. And that’s it for that matter, don’t you think? It’s our business, and we seem to be on the same page.”

Almost instantly, his chest lightens at your words, and he registers the small circles you rub into his knuckles, and the gentle scratches at his scalp, and he thinks he’s found some place that he’s made his own, somewhere he’s himself and it’s enough and it’s cherished. And he realizes that maybe that’s what love is, not the stupid roses or the boxes of chocolates the damn girls are always telling him he needs to bring.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mutters, but his hand squeezes yours. “You should’ve gone up to your room you know, dumbass. Don’t think I didn’t see you hit your leg during training,” he chides. His voice is still gentle, and you smile at the way he’s back to himself already.

“Sorry, I’ll be more careful,” you promise.

He mumbles a quiet good before he sits up, pulling you into him as he kisses the top of your head. And the way you lean your cheek against him with a smile, rubbing his chest softly makes him think maybe you will last— because he’s not letting you go any time soon.

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