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I want to sit on Diavolo’s face so fucking bad
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Same nonnie, same <3
Diavolo himself wants you to sit on his face so fucking bad!!- it’s the first thing he insists on doing to ‘get you ready for his cock’.
He lays down on the bed and practically drags your body up to his face, desperate to get his mouth on you. Now don’t insult him by trying to hover or keep your weight off of him. Sit. On. His. Face.
If you still try to hold yourself up a bit, Diavolo will wraps his arms around your legs, fingers digging into your soft thighs and pull you down until your full weight is on him!!! He’ll be fine-
Eats you out like he’s starved-
Alternating between licking long, fat strips along your pussy getting as much of your slick as he can into his mouth to sucking harshly on your clit. It’s all sloppy as Diavolo practically makes out with your cunt, gently rocking your hips in time with his tongue.
Tests what you like more and then repeats that over and over until you’re a mess!! moaning ‘n whining his name, grabbing his hair just to ground yourself a bit and feeling him moan vibrate against your cult when you do-
He’ll be watching you the whole time too, eyes starring up at you so intensity it’s like he’s trying to burn your body into him mind. Especially when you cum all over his face- ‘so gorgeous when you’re lost in pleasure~’
Trying desperately to squirm away as he keeps your body in place, licking up every drop of your cum and then some.
You’re reminded of his slightly terrifying demonic strength when he won’t let you up….he doesn’t stop you with words, he just nips at the inside of your thigh as a warning and holds you down….his tongue almost lazily circling your clit to hear you cry out some more…
You’ll have to be crying from overstimulation or yank at his hair to get him to take his mouth off you- and even then he still doesn’t want to let you go…yet.
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ah smut and a bit of angst 🤤
being katsuki bakugous ex girlfriend means fucking every single time you guys run into each other and him whispering words he’s too scared to normally say.
- “fuckkkk come back to me, mama.” he moaned as he softly bit into your shoulder, fucking you from behind.
- “mm, y’know i still love you right? love you ‘nd this pussy, -my pussy.” he huffed out, dragging your hips quickly up and down his shaft to try and drown out his words he spewed out.
- “please come back, i miss you more than anything. i can’t let you go.” he moaned, pressing his suddenly red face further into your neck as he stuffed his fat long cock into you missionary style.
he never gives you the opportunity to reply, just pounding into you harder to drown himself out.
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Actress reader and Actor Bakugou have to enact a sex scene. Of course they've got one of those little modesty covers for his dick and for you but you'll still look naked in the shot.
But there is just something about the way that he's grinding into you, his cock hard from the action of course and since your characters hate each other (just like in real life) it's supposed to be a rough passionate scene, it's hate fucking after all! Your moaning only gets louder the more he "fucks" into you echoing around the studio with tons of people looking over the two of you but his eyes are trained on you and when he thinks he hears something a little more than the over the top obvious fake sounds your character is meant to give, when it ebbs into something real (fake to real sounds per the script) he gets a little too into his character.
"That's right, take it, take this cock. Mould to me so that every other man knows that you're mine and mine alone, princess."
"You'll have to fuck me harder than that to make me cum, prince." Spitting back the title his character so hates and the nickname you've come to call him off set and in interviews if only to burrow under his skin. His eyes flash with anger and for a moment you think you've regained control.
But his thrusts come harder after that and suddenly you're trying to cover your face with your arms but he moves to pin them to the plush pillow over head. His voice rough, deep, panting out in such a mind numbing growl.
"No, I want to see the exact moment I ruin you."
Covered cock somehow grinding against your clothed slit just right, your clit throbs from the repeated action, making you lock your ankles around his waist.
Head thrown back to expose your throat that he comes down to bite as he "cums" just as he's supposed to although the lines were wholly improvised. Shuddering over top of you with his tongue lapping up the rough teeth marks he's left on your pretty skin. Pulling away to grab your jaw roughly, rutting into you with pained groans as his tongue slips into your mouth "prolonging" your release and his.
"CUT!" Comes the doctor's voice, slicing through the tension reminding you both exactly where you are. Bakugou pulls away but not too quickly, grabbing at the blankets to cover you even if the whole world was going to see your tits bouncing from his rough thrusts thanks to the network allowing borderline soft core porn on air.
"Let's take fifteen to review and recenter!" Comes the directors sharp voice and so Bakugou helps you up on shaking legs, pressing you into his side as he walks around in nothing but that "modesty" covering.
"Wow! That seemed so real you did the fake to real moaning so well!" People linger to pass you compliments until they see Bakugou snarling down at them, rushing away from the always grumpy actor. He makes sure you're sat on the couch in your dressing room, both of you lock eyes for a moment and it's obvious by his smirk that this jackass can't help but stroke his own ego.
"Ya that sure was a performance from you, ya know I almost would have thought it was real, princess." He mocks you, giving you some knowing look as your cheeks still burn from how good he was from grinding alone.
"In your fuckin dreams Prince." He can only suck his teeth and chuckle darkly at your retort. Going to cup his fat length and sac, a squishing sound can be heard and it makes you hyper aware of the wetness between your thighs. He pulls away his hand slowly, silvery strings connect to the thin fabric and his fingers before they snap and he looks up at you. Smiling devilishly, palming his damp cock sticky from more than just you but you don't have to know that.
"Then I must be dreaming huh?"
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“love is worthless” said by ryomen sukuna.
yet when he meets you, has his ass handed to him, and when he smells you cooking, hes hooked. hes ashamed to admit it, but he does feel something about you.
and hes so angry about it too. because we humans have such emotions and feelings that he finds foolish, yet here he is, demanding (begging) yuuji to switch so he can at least get a whiff of you, see you in person (he heard, and sees everything yuuji does, but he doesnt want some punkass 17 year old to neglect his duty to have his hands on you.
and when sukuna does, oh hes feral.
he took approximately an hour and thirty minutes to switch back, and in that hour and thirty minutes he was just teasing, touching, and sniffing you like a animal. (he is, he is barely human.) and he gets so grumpy when he had to switch back with yuuji.
compared to you and megumi, you fascinated him more, because of the fact hes feeling such things for you. he would never admit its like a curse.
and dont get me started on when he encountered yorozu, he was so disgusted with her, because sure she’s strong, but could she make him feel things like you did? absolutely not.
and if you reject his advances, don’t expect him to stop, he will just become more intense. he will do anything to make you see him and only him.
and if that mean forcefully switching with yuuji at three am, and sneaking into your room and sniffing your cunt while salivating, he will. if that means sending lewd messages in dreams then he will. if that means “accidentally” making yuujis body trip and hes face first into your tits, then he will.
love is worthless, he said, but he will never admit that he feels like making you his. and him being yours.
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tw: size kink, sex talk.
when sukuna sees you for the first time as his true form, hes even more in love. he has to look down or even crouch down to your height and is still barely eye level. his arms suffocate you, and his hand is bigger than yours.
hes been waiting for this, holy fuck. he cant get over how small and beautiful you are. he only wondered how strong you could be now? can you even land a single blow on him?
eventually, you did, while using his OWN weapon? how you managed to do that, hes amazed. and youre overtop of him and hes finally healed, but he is still so intrigued by how you are able to do it with his state now.
“you truly are worth my time!” he laughs maniacally, smushing you face in his larger hand. hes so much bigger than you too, that hadnt left his mind during the whole fight, probably why he slightly even doubted you– never again.
so now hes got you in a compromised state, two arms on your hips and two arms on your shoulders. he barely got the tip in, you somewhat suck him in, and hes just… in awe.
your body is just astonishing to him, and hes grinning ear to ear.
“hoo fuck!” hes growling, is he even human? hes not, and he spits a fat glob on your pretty cunt. thats what does it for you, and hes able to get about halfway inside you, your tummy bulging and he sees the outline of his fat dick, dont even remind yourself about the second dick you may have to take either in your cunt or your ass. and thats a whole new level.
hes head over heels, over the moon, debating on would he allow you to boss him around for taking him? your almost at the base of his dick, and what sounds like degradation is him praising you.
“youre such a fucken whore! look at you, takin all of me!”
“im gonna have to be so so gentle, or i might just fuck up your uterus..”
and he’s going so slow as he can, (newsflash, its barely slow!) and youre biting your lip as it slightly hurts because of the sudden stretch, although having experience. hes wiping your tears with his tongue, kissing your cheeks as his belly mouth is eating and lapping up your clit as hes balls deep, so you have some type of lube.
hes laying on top of you after having a strangled climax, only making sure he pulls out and nuts on your tits (he doesnt believe you should take his cum yet, you could barely take a few strokes.) and hes overwhelming.
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AAHHHH YESSS
so sukuna usually goes for a woman who holds her own in a fight. its believed that he was more attracted and would even become a flirt even mid fight…. tw for sexual themes.
so imagine how confused you would be when you are with yuuji in your dorm and having a nice time and sukuna just stares at you through his cheek, somewhat a glare but smile. in confuses you, almost making you tilt your head.
“im going to put a brat in you.” he says, then suddenly leaving the scene, causing you to fret and be on guard anytime and anywhere. and leaving such a frantic and apologetic yuuji.
whats even worse is if your group were to exercise a curse spirit somewhere and its on you and yuuji, sukuna would definitely take the time to potentially force a switch or convince the poor baby to switch. and sukuna is doing his best to try and wound you– youre fast, and you already landed three good blows on him.
but things do come to an end, you being cornered and having to hear sukuna say the most disgusting things.
“you wouldnt be a bad wife, could make you have at most two brats.” or holding you while you squirm, groping at a fat breast and squeezing, hoping you dont moan. and he goes “these things dont hold you back? i just wanna bite into them… would taste so good.”
it also occurs when you sleep too. the intoxicating feeling of his fingers are still on your skin, he had to be an incubus. but you were suddenly dreaming about him eating your precious fat pussy too, suckling on your clit and have two hands hold your hips down, two hands hold your legs up while he eats you so sloppy. he can always be a messy eater, and he mumbles .. praise?
“havent had good pussy in years.”
“fuck, that brat hadnt eaten you at all ?”
“i demand your cum, i want you to cum.”
and when you wake up your folds are soaked with spit drooling down your ass cheeks. and with your shirt scrambled up and a bra pushed up.. was he in here? was it a dream? you didnt know. why was he so suddenly interested?
its only the next time you saw him, the cut you had given him had scarred up and he smirks at the sight of it. this only caused him to think of little exchanges for you to show yourself raw to him.
“if you land another three blows, ill have you sit on my face.” he said, eyes lidded and his signature grin plastered.
you ended up with a swollen clit, from its poor abuse and with bruised thighs, because he just had to make you sit still while he ate you out.
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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)
࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.
you: hey kats i miss you :(
you: katsuki? i need you
you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.
this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?
katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?
his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.
you: no… i need you :((
katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.
“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”
“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.
“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.
katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”
“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”
katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.
“where r’you right now?”
“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”
your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”
“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”
you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.
just at that moment, deku comes through the door.
“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”
“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”
katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.
when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.
no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.
“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.
“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.
“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.
“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.
katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”
you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.
he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”
you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”
“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.
there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.
“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”
you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.
“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.
you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”
his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.
“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.
there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.
neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.
“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.
“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.
all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.
your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”
behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.
that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.
he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.
katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.
“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”
katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”
you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”
“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.
“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”
“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”
katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.
“what are you-”
“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”
“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.
“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”
yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.
࿄ ! — all rights reserved © MOOMINSUKI 2024. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
◈Sukuna who doesn't bother to even look at his concubines after he's done fucking them. He expects them to be gone immediately.
◈Sukuna who would love how they cower and tremble in fear and excitement, gaze turned down as they couldn't muster the courage to even look at him, reminding him of how powerful he is.
◈Sukuna who feels just the slightest of tingle in his heart when your pretty, innocent eyes meet his cold ones, and turn back down immediately, making him chuckle.
◈Sukuna who decides you're his favourite that day.
◈Sukuna who loves fucking you, watching you tremble in pleasure are he corrupts you, your innocent eyes looking at him so pleadingly, as if he is your god. Loves to see you covered in his marks, proudly claiming you.
◈Sukuna who hates it when his other concubines make noises. It's annoying, he thinks. But is greedy to hear your soft moans and noises that you make for him. Music to his ears.
◈Sukuna who fucks you till you're in tears, withering under him from pure pleasure, clinging onto his strong arms as you're stuffed full of him, making you squirt over and over on his cock till you can't anymore.
◈Sukuna who eats you out, spending hours between your plush thighs, licking, sucking on your puffy pussy, fucking you dumb with just his tongue, just to hear you moan out his name as he feasts.
◈Sukuna who raises an eyebrow when you gather your kimono and bow, signaling that you're leaving.
"Where do you think you're going?" He says gruffly and demands you to get back in his bed.
◈Sukuna who let's you sleep on his bed beside him, admiring how your lips part as a sweet slumber indulges you, who brushes bothersome strands of hair away from your face and doesn't understand why he does this.
◈Sukuna who let's you sit on his lap, your head resting against his broad chest as you trace the markings on his shoulder with gentleness unknown to him.
◈Sukuna who doesn't remember when he last saw the other concubines.
◈Sukuna who, even months later, doesn't find himself bored of you. Who swears his lips curl whenever he sees you smile. Who wants to see more of it instead.
◈Sukuna who swears he'll have the heads of the concubines who mocked you, bullied you out of envy, telling you that you'd be replaced one day. You never see them again after that day, but do see his the white of his kimono stained red.
◈Sukuna who brushes your tears away with his thumbs, holding you close to him. "My Queen," he says, watching your eyes widen at his words with a huge smirk.
◈Sukuna who captures your lips with his soon after. Who found his precious little Queen and intends keeps her safe at all costs.
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katsuki is always so careful when he fucks you.
it’s more about the fear of himself than is about you being fragile. he knows you’re strong, but it’s just, he becomes so… unhinged when it comes to you.
it’s the way you milk him, he thinks. it’s the way your creamy walls suck him in—aching to be filled by him— before he even has the chance to fully submerge his tip. he swears he gets high off your pussy.
it’s why he has to be careful.
he’s not fully conscious. he gets easily lost in that blissful yet oh-so desperate state… dangerously so. he doesn’t want to hurt his precious baby. so he’s careful. he tries his very best to control himself. for katsuki is a strong man and he knows how easily his baby bruises.
but you’re never one to make things easy on him, are you? he admires that about you most of the time, but you just don’t realize how dangerous you can be, do you?
you’re simply ignorant to it. yes, that’s it! you have to be. it’s the only explanation.
why else would you be taking katsuki’s hand in your own as he’s fucking you (carefully, of course). you’re desperately grasping to take control of his arm as he now has to shift his weight to keep his pace and position. he curiously obliges you. how could he not, especially when you’re this fucked out already.
you drag his hand up along your body until his hand is at the base of your throat. it’s when he feels your hands squeeze around his and a satisfied moan escapes your lips that he truly grasps what you’re doing. you want to be choked.
the realization has a guttural moan leaving his lips as he feels his balls tighten at your debaunched behavior. he picks up the pace, sloppily thrusting into your greedy cunt as the hand choking you grips you like no other.
he can’t control it. he’s squeezing so hard you’re sure there will be bruises to have to explain later. but you don’t care. you’re seeing stars right now. you both are.
warbly moans leave the both of you in harmonious bliss. katsuki swears you’ll be the death of him as he struggles to breathe by the sheer magnitude of his climax. but what does such a trivial matter like breathing mean to him? to either of you?
you’re both far too gone in the highly intoxicating drug that is love.
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A/N: I’ve had this smut idea on my mind for a while and I’ve come to share! So, here’s my take on a reader with a bird-like quirk. As always MDNI! 18+
Bakugo x Bird Quirk Reader
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You’re a Pro-Hero in your mid-20s who is good friends with Bakugo, Kiri, and Deku. Part of your quirk was inherited by your parent, the appearance of a mourning dove. Beautiful light grey wings with an underlay of white feathers. Soft eyes like a dove with a voice to match. You’ve acquired the nickname ‘Angel’ from your innocent-looking appearance, making the endearing nickname your hero name.
The season was springtime in Japan, with light rainfall continuance. The forecast predicts the same weather day by day, rainy and gloomy. The rain would’ve been nice, the gentle patters against the glass of your condo. The dark, heavy rain clouds make for perfect napping weather. Not for you though, oh no, your quirk made spring miserable for you. Mating season was just around the corner and it was apparent.
So, there you lay in your bed, fluffing the pillows, bunching up the blankets, and nesting your bed for the upcoming season. Drenching shirts with sweat from the heat within your body, it felt like a hazy fever you couldn’t seem to shake. Constant flush to your cheeks and a lustful glimmer to your dilated pupils. Each spring the need to find a mate becomes stronger and stronger. It screamed at you ‘Give in, Give in.’ Avian instincts were becoming more and more feral. Desire clawing from the inside out. So, you stayed inside your condo, doing your best not to succumb to your instincts and jump the bones of the first man you saw. Patrols had become far too difficult, being around the opposite sex making you lust drunk. The last patrol you had gone on was last week.
The cold rain pelting against your burning skin. Walking alongside Dynamite and Deku, patrolling the streets in the late evening. Streetlights illuminate the black asphalt and the cool mist in the air. At first, it wasn’t terrible to bear, finding things on the patrol to keep busy with. Scanning your surroundings with sharp precision. But as the evening progressed, the streets were quiet. The only sounds are the gentle splashes of rain and the howling wind tunnels in the alleyways. The quiet sounds would be broken up every once in a while, by a passing car ripping through the puddles in the street. As the mist grew thicker and the rain got heavier, so did the need for passion.
You’d find your eyes drifting shamelessly to the bulking muscles of the two men on either side of you, becoming consumed by the idea of being bred and held by thick, muscular arms. All three of you drenched head to toe in the cold, bitter rain. But all you felt was hot, your body being consumed by an unquenched fire. Thighs uncomfortably rubbing each other to find some friction to ease the need. Your brain felt like mush, hot puffs of air gently rolling from your lips. Your eyes scanned the burly blonde walking in front of you now. Bakugo had grown quite large in his adult years, his bigger figure towering over your smaller one. The same could be said for Deku, both men having filled out with muscle and scars. Swallowing thickly as your eyes moved to his solid thighs, powerful enough to crush your body in two. His ass was toned and taught, a devilish thought of squeezing it came to mind. The rain droplets trailing down his exposed shoulder blades bringing images of nails digging into the flesh. Blood rushed to your face as you imagined what he could do to you. The small voice in the back of your head no longer being so quiet, the voice becoming like nails on a chalkboard. ‘Ride him. Ride him!’ The thought of grinding your pulsing cunt into the ripped muscles of Bakugo’s thigh eating you alive. That is until two thick digits were snapping in your face. Bringing you out of your dazed fantasy to the cold, harsh reality of the situation. Both Bakugo and Deku stopped in their tracks looking straight at you. Worry plastered on Deku’s face and annoyance flashed across Dynamite’s.
“The fucks’ goin' on with you?” Dynamite’s cold tone was more bitter than the wind. You could feel your entire body quivering as you stood there, a haze still clouding your mind.
“You don’t look so good, Angel. Maybe all the rain is starting to get to you… it might be a good idea for you to head on home before you catch a cold.” As Deku spoke up you finally were able to get a grasp on your consciousness.
You shook your head quickly, a pink tint spread across your cheeks and nose. “No… I’m fine. Let’s continue, we only have a few hours left until the next patrol group comes in.”
Bakugo’s nose scrunched up to meet his furrowed brow. His eyes practically glowed a deep crimson red in the gloomy night. His heavy boots thumped hard against the pavement as he approached you.
“Okay you idiot, you’re holding back! Spit it out.”
You locked eyes with the spiky-haired man, as he stepped closer to you. His body shielded you from the rain as he loomed over your smaller figure. You had to crane your neck to keep eye contact. His eyes vibrant with a deep color. The heat radiating off his chest finding its way to your face.
“You’re off your damn game Angel.” He grabbed your cheeks pulling your face closer to his, eyes trained on your own, searching for an answer. His large gloved appendage was rough on the soft skin.
“Me? I hate the rain, it makes me fuckin’ miserable. But you? tch, you love the rain. All fuckin’ smiley n’ shit. I usually hate it, but now you acting all damn weird is pissin' me off.”
His voice, was deep and rough, as he squinted down to you. His brow cocked upward, awaiting an answer. But all you could get out were scammers, as his expensive cologne mixed with the smell of wet asphalt and filled your nose. Your eyes were pleading with his, practically begging him to drop the conversation altogether. But all he did in response was scoff, turning on his heel with his arms behind his head.
“Whatever, you damn bird, figure your fuckin’ shit out.” You silently counted your lucky stars and tried to behave the rest of the patrol.
After that, you canceled the rest of your patrols for the next week. Faking up a cough and blaming it on the freezing, wet weather. Leading into the predicament of the present time, pretending to be sick as your desires become harder and harder to contain. Since then Bakugo has tried to reach out and get a hold of you but you let all the texts go unread and the phone calls straight to voicemail. You already knew that Katsuki wasn’t buying your sad bullshit story. He knew something was up, he was too sharp not to. You on the other hand didn’t want to mess up what was good. The friendship you had managed to build with him from your high school days felt so fragile. One wrong move would make the entire relationship crumble, at least that's how it felt. No matter how much you wanted him, you couldn’t allow everything to fall into shambles, he simply meant too much. You didn’t have a chance anyway, he’d bring random women home from bars and clubs. Each one a one-night stand and then nothing, he’d leave them high and dry. That type of pain would be unbearable, not to mention how torturous that would be during a mating season. One time simply wouldn’t be enough. You wanted him to be yours alone, whether it was your quirk talking or your deep dark feelings, you couldn’t tell anymore.
All you knew was that you needed release. Grinding your hips into the pillow, bucking your clit down to get friction. It wasn’t enough. Letting out a frustrated and uncomfortable whine, flopping face down onto the cushy mattress. Something needed to give, and it needed to give now. Shoving a hand under the waistband of the soft underwear as the fabric stuck to your wet cunt. Using the other hand pushing the fabric to the side and slip two fingers inside your plush walls. Whimpering as you began to work your hands into your sex. The rain began to downpour and the sounds pelting the window drowned out your grunts and groans. Then there were three booming knocks. Body locking up at the sound of your front door being berated. Your name echoed through the condo by a familiar voice.
“You think you can fuckin' ignore me? Don’t. take. me. lightly. Open this fuckin’ door damn it!” the last two words being emphasized by three more loud thuds.
Your eyes darted to where the noise had echoed from, your body moving on its own accord. Feet gently pattering against fluffy carpet. Slowly reaching toward the handle of the front door, panting in your lustful haze.
‘Just a taste… only a small taste… He’ll do quite nicely…’ the voice echoing through your ears.
You were too far gone at this point, nothing holding back the sexual desire racing through your veins. Twisting the handle to let the hall light pour into the void that was your entryway, blinking frantically to adjust to the brightness. Then make out the man standing before you. His face was dark and fuming. Ruby eyes sparkling with the most intense color you’ve ever seen. You’d have been intimidated any other time, had you been in control. But you weren’t, eyes half-lidded with a thick hazy lust. Something he’d never seen from you. Now it was his turn to admire the view. Your hair was frantic and stuck to your forehead as sweat trickled down the sides of your face. An old oversized t-shirt and a light blue thong squeezing the skin on your hips. Plush, soft thighs exposed with your slick arousal dripping down the inner fat. Your cheeks flushed pink, panting like a feline in heat.
“Holy shit-“
You took the opportunity to roughly grab his wrist while he was taken aback. Yanking him inside into shrouded darkness as you slammed the door shut behind him. Your lips immediately crashed into his, handing flying up into his hair, scratching at his neck and scalp. The kiss became heated and more intense. When Katsuki finally came to his senses he had you pinned to the wall. Nothing needs to be said, Katsuki catching on very quickly to the situation at hand. Squeezing his rough hands into the thick skin on your ass. Groaning into your mouth as his hands sunk into the flesh. In one quick motion, the slap that landed on your ass echoed in the room, getting a gentle gasp from you and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue deep into your mouth. Fighting for dominance and domain from your own. In a matter of moments, his shoes were off, belt unbuckled, and tank top thrown into the abyss of the room, all while carrying you to your bed. Not once breaking contact. Once in the room, he threw you onto the makeshift nest you had made of your bed. A devilishly cocky smile plastered on his face.
“You know Angel, I always wondered if you had a mating season.” His eyes flickered with something you’d never seen before ruby eyes becoming more of a wine color, “Seems like you do. You’re in an awful bad way, Sweetheart.” His words lingered as his eyes shot down to look at the pooling mess between your legs.
The low husky rasp of his voice was sinful. His deep, rumbling chuckle even more so. Your pitiful state was bringing out a beast. Slowly he crawled on the bed, moving on top of your quivering body. Removing the t-shirt to reveal the ample bosom underneath. Then slide down the curves of your sides to the cotton fabric hugging your hips. His thick thumb grazed over the drenched cloth formed to your sensitive lips. Your hips jolting from the new sensation. Quickly he discarded them and slowly dragged his index through the puffy folds covered in your slick. A quiet whine fell from your lips as your legs trembled. He rubbed gently with his thumb on the bundle of nerves while sliding in two of his thick digits painfully slow. You writhed under his touch, desperate to be filled up by something, anything. A moan parting from you as you felt full. Throbbing around his fingers from absolute need. He slowly began to move and curl his thick digits from inside you, rubbing a little harder on the very swollen nub. Gasping and moaning from the pleasure consuming you. His grin only growing wickedly bigger as he used his free hand to pinch and pull at your nipples. Making your body jolt and stare at him with wide eyes from the unexpected feeling.
“Fuck- you look so pretty like this… I want to hear you beg for me, Angel. I want to see just what this sexy body of yours can do.”
His lips moved to your other nipple, sucking on it, gently pulling on it with his teeth. His long, skilled fingers curled inside you finding that sweet spot in your velvet walls. Bucking your hips into his fingers as his pace increased but only a little. A tight knot starting to become apparent in your core.
“F-fuck… Katsuki! I- I need more! Please, faster!”
Katsuki’s lips tugged into a smile against your flesh as he picked up the pace. Humming in satisfaction at the words. He moved his lips to your ear as his soft lips brushed at the lobe. The hot air makes the hairs on your neck stand on end.
“Tell me Angel…. Just how bad do you want me?”
Your head was swimming, so close to your impending release, heartbeat banging against your eardrums.
“Ah- Kat- Suki! I’ll die without you! P-please! Let me cum!” The words came out strained and needy. Grabbing at the tense biceps, nails digging into his flesh.
Within an instant, the heat building in your core snapped. Eyes rolling back as an intense orgasm rolled through you. Your gummy walls clamped down around Katsuki’s fingers hard. Pulling a wolf whistle from the man looming over you.
“Fuck sweetheart, this pussy is so damn tight. I can’t wait to feel you cum on my cock.”
But the words were drowned out by the white noise ringing in your ears, just barely coming down from the high he had sent you on. Katsuki’s cock thumping like it had its own heartbeat. Quickly undoing his pants with one hand while sucking on your sweet juices with the other. His eyes locked with yours, and his mouth made a hollow ‘pop’ sound as his fingers left the suction. As he freed himself, kicking off the pants to be lost under the bed, his veiny cock was twitching, pre was beading up on his angry head. In one quick motion, his arm was lodged under the small of your back, flipping you to be stomach. Your plump butt up in the air. His calloused hands grabbed roughly into the fat on your hips. Grinding his aching cock between your ass cheeks. You whimpered as he teased your entrance with just the tip.
“Tell me again Angel, just how bad do you want me?”
“I need you- I breathe you Katsuki- no one compares to you, please, I'm gonna die if I can't have you right now.”
That’s all it took, as you uttered the last word, he shoved his length deep inside the walls that sucked him in. A loud moan escaping you echoed throughout the room. Panting like a bitch trying to keep cool all while biting the pillow in your grasp. He couldn’t hold back anymore, slamming his hips into yours shoving your body forward with each strong thrust. He needed you just as badly as you needed him in this moment. Your hands grab at the sheets, nails ripping a hole in the soft cotton. Each thrust forces moans out, eyes unable to focus from the sheer pleasure surging through your body. You were on fire, feeling full from his length. His pelvic bone began to bruise the soft, delicate skin, from the rigorous motion. His veins rub against the spongy muscle group deep inside you. Shifting his hips to go deeper, pushing down on your back to arch you farther. The tip of his head kissing the sweet spot by your cervix, slamming into it with such force. You were seeing stars, hips bucking to meet his thrusts. His groans and grunts played like music to your ears. He hunchs over you to grab your earlobe with his sharp canines.
“Ha- your cunt is so fuckin' tight. You feel so good and you take me so well…” his raspy voice made your pussy clench evoking a moan from his beautiful lips. “If I’d have known how good you felt, I would’ve had you pinned to a bed sooner.”
His thrusting became more sporadic as he felt himself get closer to his high and you could feel your climax creeping up on you. A knot forming in your core again, this time even bigger. You were panting, moaning so loudly you would’ve felt embarrassed if you weren’t so high on pleasure. Your knees threatened to give way as they trembled. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit. The sounds of sex were lewd and the smell of sweat and musk filled the room. A screaming moan ripped up from your throat as he slammed his hips into yours at the right angle. The knot in the stomach snapped once again, the orgasm more intense than the last. You could’ve sworn you saw God as your vision went white. He snaked an arm around you as your body convulsed, holding you up so you didn’t collapse onto the bed.
“That’s right baby, I’ve got you, ha- cum for me.”
Clamping down around Katsuki, milking an orgasm out of him. Hot, thin ropes of cum being fucked deep inside you. His grunting and cursing were intense as he rode out his high. Filling you to the brim with his length and seed, dripping white from your abused hole.
“Holy- holy fucking shit-“ He panted out, trying to catch his breath. “You fucking milked my damn cock. Shit.”
After a few more breathless moments, he pulled out, grabbing you falling onto the bed, and pulling you on top of his broad chest. Stroking the sweaty strands of your hair as your body shivered every so often with the weakened waves of your orgasm. You nuzzled your nose and face into his neck, finally becoming more conscious of the situation, face burning with embarrassment.
“Oh- oh my- I’m so- I’m so embarrassed…” The words came out meek and small, the way you felt in his powerful arms. “I didn’t mean to get you involved… I’m so sorry…”
You were overwhelmed. The feeling of relief from your needs being satisfied to the feeling of shame from using one of your dearest friends in such an intimate manner.
“Haaah? You honestly think I would’ve done this if I didn’t want to? When have I ever half-assed somethin’?” He pulled you to eye level, squinting with a frown tugging on his lips. “Believe it or not Angel, I like you and I like you a lot. Don’t think I didn’t see how you were drooling over me during our last patrol.”
You squeaked at the comment, not able to keep your glaze locked as you covered your face with your hands. But he easily peeled them away.
“Is this how you are every spring? Is this where you go? You disappear for a while because you need fuckin' bred?”
Your ears burned from the lack of tact in the comment,
“Not bred! Not bred… birds don’t breed like animals… we look for mates, I don’t need a kid, I need dick. There’s a difference…”
His chuckle came out airy as his eyes softened just slightly,
“A mate eh?” A hum rumbled his Adam’s apple, as he thought for a moment,
“I could be your mate if it means I get to experience that sweet pussy some more.” Moving his large hand to stoke your cheek. A cheeky smile finally broke out on his face. “How about it Sweetheart? I’ll make it worth your while. Dick you down real good.”
You found yourself nuzzling back in this neck, feeling bashful. Running your nails along his hot and sweaty skin. Your voice a gentle whisper against his earlobe.
“I want you Katsuki, more than anything, but I don’t want you to leave me when my mating season is over. I don’t want to get hurt… So if you want this too, take me on a date.”
His stroking stopped and he tensed for a moment, processing the words. Your breath hitched awaiting his response. A pit sank to your stomach as the silence brought you unease.
“All you had to do was ask, idiot. Except this isn’t exactly how I imagined this. I was supposed to be the one asking you out.”
Pulling you closer, gently ruffling your soft feathers. A soft sigh expelled from his lungs. His heartbeat thumps slowly against your skin. Cuddling you close in the makeshift nest you had made, pressing a small kiss on the top of your head. Closing his eyes as the rain started to lighten up on the window. Lighting lit up the room and thunder crackled through the sky as it followed shortly after.
“Wear somethin’ nice Angel, ‘m takin' you out tomorrow evening.”
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waking bkg up with head >>> or him doing it to you
cw: somnophilia
i think the consent conversation beforehand would be sweet too. like asking him if he’d be okay if you ever wanted to do that to him because he doesn’t automatically smirk and do his goofy horny smile. he ponders on it then shrugs, “think it’ll be sexy. just not when i have to be up early that day. don’t like being late.” you roll your eyes in amusement but also agreeing, “same, i still wanna sleep in.” and with that it’s just choosing when to do it. a week has passed since you asked when you decide to.
first mission is to actually crawl out of his tight grip, squeezing and pushing at his arm to get out. he usually always sleeps on his back which was great for you so once you were out of his arms you admired how pretty your boyfriend was completely relaxed and asleep. his hair a flat mess, his eyebrows with no frown and his lips a little swollen like usual in the mornings. you have enough pictures of him asleep but you can still take one more.
then sliding under the covers, gripping his limp dick in your hand and spitting over the head. you use that to jerk him off slowly, not wanting to awake him just yet. you smile as he shuffles around, deep breath coming past his lips but he’s still asleep.
then you take him in your mouth. firstly taking him in so he hits the back of your throat to get the length wet, then focusing just on his tip, your fist around the rest of him. you swipe your tongue across his slit, sucking harshly on his tip how you know he likes. if your mouth wasn’t full of dick, you would have smiled at how he slowly hardens in your mouth, a sleepy unconscious hand coming to rest lightly on your head.
you keep going, adding some licks down his tree trunk veins, sucking onto the side of his shaft and back to his head.
“ohh-umpf-wha-f-fuck? b-baby?” he croaks, voice so deep you feel your clit pulsate.
you flick your eyes up to your boyfriend, mouth full of him as he blinks down at you, making sure he’s seeing and feeling correctly.
“oh you’re doin’ this shit today? fuck.” he mumbles mostly to himself, his eyes clenching shut. he’s already overwhelmed from just waking up and already so hard, dick encased by your wet warm mouth.
you keep bobbing your head, thriving on every deep morning moan you get from your lover. he’s grunting, mindlessly babbling and not thinking straight, “how long have i even been hard for ‘cause i’m about to fuckin’ nut.”
then he does, feeling his body tense as he shoots ropes of white down your throat. you swallow it all, you even keep on sucking his head until you hear bakugou groan, “too s-sensitive baby.” you pull off him with a pop, leaving one kiss on his head then climbing up to lay beside him.
he slides his eyes shut again, circling an arm around your back and dragging you back into his chest.
“that’s a good fuckin’ way to start my day.”
you kiss his chest, “you’re welcome baby.”
“i think we should change the rules to even on busy days too like half an hour before my usual alarm. so i’m not—,”
“you’re never late anyway, ‘ki. one time we fucked for two hours before you had to go and you still got there on time.”
he shrugs, “perks of being my own boss.”
you pinch his side as he chuckles, rolling into your neck to kiss you all over. then he rests up on his forearms, “can i taste you? i know you’re probably soaked.”
you whine at his crude language, bite your lip when he slides two fingers between your legs, and you cover your face when he puts the glistening fingers in front of your faces.
“looks like she wants me.” he grins.
“shut up katsuki!”
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THE BEST FOR YOU (4.4K)
— viking!bakugou katsuki x reader
synopsis: after a reconciling evening in the lake, you find yourself spending your first night in your fiancé’s bedroom.
warnings: minors dni, ageless blogs dni, 18+ content, female reader, arranged marriage, fiancés, referred to as princess/honey/dirty girl, unprotected sex, pulling out used as a contraceptive, talk of sub/dom, lovey dovey, light ass play, p to v sex, viking au but don’t expect it to be historically correct lmao, modern language.
notes: this is a part two of WAITING FOR YOU, so this can be read as a stand alone but everything makes more sense after reading part one. nothing else to say! i tried hard on this and i enjoyed writing it! hope you enjoy reading :) also can still be read if you aren’t a fan of the viking part, he just is referred to as chief, you as my lady and he’s got servants n maids!
“katsuki! move your hand!”
“stop fuckin’ wiggling’ woman, gonna make me drop you,” he warns, carrying your naked body against his chest and stomping through the grass with an arm across your ass. you’re holding onto him like your life depends on it and so none of his servants end up getting a view of your tits.
it’s pitch black outside, with hoots from owls and neighs from the horses coming from afar. the only light out is coming from the main house which leads bakugou’s way.
“you wouldn’t drop me. you’re too big and strong for that,” you coo in his ear and even you’re shocked at how quickly you both went from enemies to flirtation. your crushes on each other are way too big for your bodies. you guess there really is a thin line between love and hate.
also, it’s true, he wouldn’t drop you but you appealing to his ego makes him chuckle. bakugou adores how you feel in his arms, giggling and alive, smushing your body against his and putting all your trust in him.
“i’m beginning to think you only chose to marry me for my body, princess,” he smirks, bouncing up the steps to the back entrance of your shared home.
“well…,” you purposely pause and another chuckle booms out of him. he lands a pinch at your thigh and you pull the hair at the nape of his neck.
“don’t pull my hair, you child,”
“you pinched me—,”
your voice halts when bakugou steps into your new home, the back entrance plopping you both in the kitchen where about five maids and servants clean up and talk.
their eyes widen at the sight of you both, you clinging onto your fiancé and your very naked bodies. you even keep your legs straight to cover bakugou’s intimates because the only person who gets to see that part of him is you.
the head maid, sophie, you’ve always liked her, speaks up first.
“evening chief, my lady,” she nods at you both, completely unphased. the awkwardness of it all makes laughter almost bubble out of you. especially the shocked dropped jaws of the servants near the back of the room.
you can’t blame them. only this morning you and katsuki were biting each others heads off and now you’re wrapped around him. you know you must look wild with hair falling out your silk tie and only now you notice your fiancés flushed cheeks since you were out in the dark for so long.
bakugou nods back at sophie, voice blunt and bored, “sophie.”
“do either of you want dinner sent to your rooms? or possibly… clean clothes?” she tries, careful to not overstep as bakugou begins to walk away.
you can still see her from over bakugou’s shoulder and you can’t stop your smile from blossoming.
bakugou’s about to bite back but you speak before he can, “no thank you sophie! we’re okay at the moment… or are you hungry?” you ask bakugou.
he rumbles, impatient to get going, “i’m hungry for somethin’.”
you gasp, your hand sneaking into his hair at the nape of his neck, “yeah, no thanks sophie. goodnight!”
then bakugou is off stomping towards your shared quarters.
“did you see their faces?” you chuckle, and bakugou huffs unimpressed, “i bet you they’re talking about us down there.”
“gonna give them enough talk for weeks,” he replies.
the warmth in your chest simmers down when bakugou finally sets you down on your feet, outside your bedroom door. you stand before each other just looking, finding the right words to gather on your tongue but coming up with none. your fiancé reaches up to scratch the back of his head and now nervousness spreads through you as you glance to his eyes and then fixating on the beauty spot on his shoulder.
bakugou clears his throat abruptly, opting to stand up straighter rather than his usual slouch. then he crosses his arms across his chest. he hope you don’t notice him tensing. he’s acting stupid right now.
“so i’ll, uh, see you tomorrow? for breakfast? i’ll ask them to make somethin’ different.” he rambles and he wants to sigh at how pretty you look, drag you down the hall and kiss down your body before you fall asleep in his arms.
you’re biting down on your lip, only a lit candle by your door lighting up your features. it makes you golden, the sweet curve of your breasts, your smooth skin and the loose bits of your hair. you look like a mess in the most endearing way possible, all because of him.
to you, your brain feels like a broken record every time you look at this man. trying to tuck the animalistic chants of pounce on him, bite him, hang on and never let go, to the back of your head and instead focusing on the softer aspects of katsuki. something you don’t think many people have done before you.
this is nervousness on bakugou katsuki, chief of the village and leader of the strongest army. the shuffling on his feet. the shifting from crossing his arms to holding his arms. the way his pupils bounce like a ping pong ball to your eyes and then the dancing flame beside you. he’s adorable… always so sexy. the way he’s looking over you in the darkness with need, his posture intimidating to anyone else and his raw nakedness only makes your stomach burn with desire.
“okay, i’ll see you at breakfast,” you nod, leaning back on your door behind you, rolling your lips in.
bakugou blinks as if he’s trying to clear his thoughts, then with all the control possible, he steps away from you.
“okay goodnight.” he replies but neither of you make any moves to leave.
you just stand there and so does he, simmering into a comfortable silence. a smile sneaks up on your face and bakugou laughs through his nose.
he shakes his head, closing his eyes for a second before opening them, “fuck, okay, i’m leavin’. don’t be late or i’ll drag you out of bed.”
bakugou, now with all the strength in his body, begins to walk away from you.
your flicker down to watch his tight ass and the words come out before you can stop them, “katsuki, haven’t you forgotten something?”
he turns with wide eyes. he wants you to ask him, to say it. he’s quick to walk back to you and you bite back a laugh.
“what?”
“a goodnight kiss, chief.” you reach up on your tiptoes with a tilt to your head.
not what he wanted specifically but he won’t say no.
“calling me that will get you in trouble, princess.”
“why? everyone calls you that.”
he slides a hand to your lower back, then over your ass before yanking you into his chest. it’s intimate so quickly, his touch soothing the burning under your skin. he’s everything you want, the only person you need.
bakugou speaks lowly in your ear, “we both know you don’t mean it in the same way.”
you shrug, blissfully sighing the feeling of your nipples against his bare chest, “kiss me, husband?”
katsuki happily indulges in you like tomorrow isn’t promised. you open your mouth eagerly, leaving no space for him to peck your lips like he tried earlier. bakugou licks inside your mouth like he’s trying to consume you, drink up enough of you to last him until breakfast. you moan into his mouth and the sound serves as a green light to push you against the door. his thigh shoves between your legs and you fight the instinct to grind against him.
bakugou pulls away out of breath, one of his arms coming to rest above your head. he looms over you and your lips are dragging back to his. he smells like nature, like fresh grass and the lavender that falls into the lake. you’re sure you smell the same.
“if you want somethin’ from me, ask for it, princess.” he breathes, deep and growly. you don’t miss katsuki’s very visible arousal and yours is hard to fight. you keep your hands around his neck so you don’t end up repeating earlier.
“take me to your room, katsuki,” you tug him down to your face, initiating a kiss for the first time. your lips land on his in a fiery rush and he meets you with the same passion. you’re biting on his bottom lip, clawing at his skin to pull him even closer as he tilts his head to suck on your tongue. you’re not sure if you can ever get enough of him now you’ve got a taste and you’re happy to know he’ll always come back to sedate you.
bakugou growls against your lips, his cock twitching against your stomach. your sigh becomes a whine for more.
“i should’ve never waited so long to touch you,” and his voice opens a new door of hunger for this man as he presses his nose into your cheek.
“why didn’t you just take me there at the beginning!?” you bite and bakugou is quick you manhandle you around, pushing you by the hips down the corridor to his room at the end of the hallway.
“i like seein’ you ask me, so cute and polite. unlike when you’re tryin’ to snap at me, like a needy brat,” you slap his chest behind you but he’s so thickly skinned he barely feels it. you tilt your head up and the smile that’s across his lips is sublime. sharp white teeth that bruised your neck earlier with pink lips that are now yours to kiss.
everything happens in a blink of an eye, shuffling down the hallway, the lust flitting through your body, even the feeling of his hands roaming your skin is a boost of energy. his feet brush against yours and he’s hard as a pole against your ass. “i am not a needy brat!”
his laugh rumbles down your ear as he leans over you to open his bedroom door. you fixate on how his fingers wrap around the doorknob, how he presses everything against you.
“i haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since i first saw you. all this arguin’, actin’ like you’re better than me, gettin’ naked for me… you’re needy for something, aren’t you?” bakugou shoves you in his bedroom and you’re quick to be pressed against his door. it’s too dark to see anything in his room, minus the candle light by his bed. “you want something only i can give you.”
“and what’s that?” you arch your hips towards him, not disguising how you’re dying to meet him. a carnal rush floods you, ready to claw his skin to drag him as close as possible.
bakugou’s laugh is cocky, like the answer to your question is self explanatory. a lamplight with a small flame light his ruby red eyes, turning them into molten lava. his hands rest on the door beside your head and he leans into you, giving you what you want. your whine is sweet when his cock rubs against your clit and you waste no time, grabbing him in your hand to fit between your thighs. he’s thick, the girth you only felt in your hands before, even bigger between your legs.
a harsh grunt comes from bakugou at your touch, adoring how your hands now roam his body. fingertips on his spine, his ass, arms and chest. he becomes all breathy, overwhelmed, ripples of muscle shaking every time he exhales. you do this to him, breaking him down until he’s just a lump of nerves.
“actually, i think you’re the needy one, katsuki,”
bakugou grips your thigh in his large palm tightly, yanking up your leg so your knee is pressed to your chest. you yelp when he manoeuvres you though it all turns into whimpers as he grinds his cock between your legs, hitting your clit perfectly. you knock your head back on the door behind you and bakugou grinds down on his teeth, hips thrusting uncontrolled.
“you fuckin’ drive me insane. you’re everywhere, can’t pay attention to shit anymore,” one hand sneaks up your chest to squeeze your breast and a moan falls from your lips.
your heart pounds with the admission, from his touches, “fuck me, katsuki but you gotta pull out. d-don’t want…”
“yeah, yeah can’t have you knocked up for the wedding,” he buts in, holding his cock in his fist and guiding it to the space between your legs.
“and i thought you wanted to save sex for after the wedding,” you wrap your arms tight around his neck, licking across his ear in a frenzy. bakugou rumbles in your arms and as soon as he meets your hole, it’s like air is sucked from the room.
“oh fuck, princess.”
you inhale deeply, feeling pleasure scorch through your body with a bite of pain. he’s massive, stretching you wide and he’s moving so slow. grinding up into you inch by inch as if he’s trying not to hurt you. you can tell it’s taking all his control though you want nothing more for him to be rough with you. to really fuck you like a chief would, like your husband would.
bakugou’s reached a whole other plane of existence. this is what it means to have feelings for the person you have sex with, to feel like you’re learning more about the other by being inside them. his breath is hot on your skin, pupils searching yours to see if you’re feeling the same.
the need is palpable in the air, for more, for everything. you curl your hand over the back of his neck, dragging his lips to yours.
“harder, fuck me harder, chief,” you demand and bakugou replies by pressing his lips to yours and doing what you say.
he’s all over you, starting a rhythm that would have your head rolling if he wasn’t kissing you so hard. you’re complete pleasure, hands raking through his hair, over his shoulders. his cock kisses your softest parts, again and again and again, so much of him inside of you that your breath halts in your throat.
“how is fuckin’ everythin’ about you so…,” a wet kiss lands on your jaw, then another with a swift flick of his hips making you whine, “so perfect.”
there’s no logical thought in bakugou’s head as he slides his hands under your ass and immediately your legs reach around his waist. it’s uncoordinated with the rest of the world but together, you’re in unison as your lips find each others again, sucking desperately in order to find out more. he holds all your weight effortlessly in his hands, carrying you to press against the curtains on the other side of the room.
he swears he’s trying to get to the bed but you’re so tight, so wet around him it feels heavenly. you’re against the curtains now, and with every deep thrust he gives, you fall further and further away from the realities of life, especially the sound of ripping from above you.
“oh god,” your voice shakes, meeting him with every thrust and you think your pleasure is capped until he begins to thumb at your clit. rubbing slow circles at a completely different speed to his cock. “you’re too big.”
bakugou’s chuckle vibrates down your eardrum and you chase his lips for another connection, “you know how to boost my ego, huh?”
to his delight, you drawl in a tone so sweet, “it’s true. so big.”
there’s no chance to reply when with reflexes faster than light, bakugou’s hand cradles your head to his chest and rushes you over to his bed, right before his curtains crash to the ground.
bakugou pays no mind to it, his hand drifting back to your clit and he coats your neck in his teeth marks. it’s so much easier to fuck you on his bed, your hair circling you, his knee sinking into his mattress and pulling one of his pillows to stuff under your lower back.
“did we just?” you can barely pay attention with how your eyes flutter shut at every kiss though it’s hard to ignore the massive uncovered window before you, showing the midnight sky ahead. you’re lucky this area of his house is private so nobody would be able to see what you’re doing.
your back arches, heat coiling tight in your stomach as his thumb speeds up against your clit. it’s a lot, “you made me break and rip the curtains, princess.”
“m-me? you’re the animal, throwing me ah-around!” you manage, though there’s no bite behind your words, instead you’re sinking your fingers into his hair, keeping his face close above yours.
“you love it, princess.”
katsuki is beautiful, rough edges, scars and marks against your softer curves and skin. your thumbs smooth against his eyebrows and you come to an understanding looking into his carmine eyes.
he flicks his thumb, and you gasp, mouth wide, “i’m gonna, i’m gonna c—,”
“i know, i know,” he soothes, squeezing your thigh, “i’ve got you.”
you never finish your sentence as shudders shake your body. your legs tighten around his waist when the starlight pleasure flushes your entire body, lighting you up from the inside. you think you’re scratching his back with your nails though the only words you catch him saying are rough mumbles of, “beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful,” before he gets hit with the same pleasure.
bakugou keeps his forearm by your head, careful to not crush you with his weight. he pulls out of you like he promised, white spluttering over your stomach and breasts. he tugs at his cock thrice with a growl and clenched eyes, the sweet release seeping out of his limbs and swapping with exhaustion.
you tire him, rendering undone like nothing has ever done before. he's careful to fall on the bed beside you, coming back to earth by yanking you into his chest for a cuddle.
“so that was good,” you muffle against his chest, reaching up to kiss his cheek.
bakugou doesn’t think he’s laughed so much in a single day, or even smiled. a chuckle erupts from him, pushing loose strands of hair off his face and looking over at you, already looking at him.
“good? don’t lie to me, honey.”
you run your finger along his collarbones, “you’re right, it was okay.”
bakugou rolls his eyes, grasping your chin in his hand and waving your head around. your giggles fill the room and bakugou feels his chest expand with fresh air.
“why are you still tryin’ to fuck with me?” he’s breathless. not from the sex, just from how happiness looks on you.
you pull his hand from your chin with barely any resistance, curling his fingers with your hand and laying his fist to your chest.
“it’s fun,” you grin and you’re so kissable above him that he finds himself pouting his lips just so that you can kiss him again. you whisper, “i loved it.”
“yeah?” he flicks his eyes down to the drying release on your stomach, “i’ll ask for them to boil some water. i’ll clean you up.”
“or we could go again?” you rub your thigh against his, your hand moving to cradle the side of his head. “me on top this time?”
bakugou doesn’t know how to say no to you, maybe he could have forced one last week but not now with the moonlight lighting up from behind you, making you glow like an angel. he also just doesn’t want to say no. he wants you again, he doesn’t think he’ll ever not.
you look almost shy, biting down on your lip though your need for him is so strong, you’re not afraid to ask.
“don’t be goin’ shy on me, princess,” he hums, “i’ll give you anythin’.”
your eyebrows rise, “you’d let me be on top?”
“course i would. why wouldn’t i?”
you shrug, getting on your knees to straddle his waist, “you don’t seem the type to be okay with being submissive.”
his hands rest on your thighs when you settle and you run your hands up the hard curves of his chest, “you being on top doesn’t mean i’m gonna be submissive below you. i’m still gonna fuck you.”
his blunt words have the coil in your stomach tighten all over again, warming up and spreading like a forest fire. you reach behind you to grasp at his half hard cock, holding him tightly. he shows no reaction minus the twitch in your palm.
“i could be submissive for you, let you have your way with me. talk how you’d like,” he slides a hand up to grasp at your breast, pinching your perked nipple between two fingertips, “not today though.”
you’re like a mewling cat, curling into his palm for more of his touch. you lift your hips, slowly sinking onto his cock and getting used to the stretch of him at a whole new angle.
“oh god,” you screech unexpectedly, rolling in the fact you feel him growing inside you, getting harder by the second.
“katsuki. i thought you didn’t wanna see me as a deity,” he chuckles amused before thrusting upwards and having you fall forward, hands bracing on his chest.
“katsuki!”
“shit, you’re the prettiest thing. all for me. gonna get me addicted,” he blurts every thought on his mind, the feeling of your warmth completely sheathing him overwhelming.
you already look fucked out your mind, barely remembering how you wanted to fuck him. you lift your hips and begin bouncing on his cock, flinging your head back and whining when every touch touches your spot without fail.
“right there, honey?” and he sounds so sickly sweet, honey down your throat as he drags you down by the back of your neck to kiss him. it’s messy and wet, his tongue out to lick across yours.
“i can’t be a good, fuck, a good husband if you don’t talk to me.”
“feels so good, katsuki,” you say, the squelching sound of your wetness louder than your voice, “i think i’m gonna die.”
another laugh chases through him, his hands dipping down to squeeze your ass, “you’re not dying on me, honey.”
sex with bakugou is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. so completely devastating in the most beautiful way. you moan like a whore when he roughly squeezes your asscheeks and your eyes clench shut when a finger, lubricated in your own wetness, rubs circles against your asshole.
katsuki pays attention, watching every reaction to be sure you won’t be able to even joke saying that sex is okay with him.
“you like when i touch your ass, princess?” your head is stuffed in his neck, wailing loud enough he’s sure the maids and servants must be able to hear, “my wife is a dirty girl.”
“i-i’m not,” you murmur, unsure to correct him on the wife or dirty part.
he keeps at the circles with his finger, rutting his hips up every time you try to fuck back into him. he’s stronger, movements filled with so much more power, that your body shakes. you’re so close to bursting.
bakugou can tell you’re close, “say you are and i’ll let you come.”
you try to lift up, “you’re so annoying.”
he grins, punctuating his comment was a thrust, “c’mon.”
you bite down on your lip, the burning hot need killing you.
it’s a whisper, “i’m a dirty girl.”
“that’s not what i want.” he presses on your ass and you gasp. so close.
“i’m your dirty wife,” you’re unable to bite at him, instead your teeth find the meat of his shoulder as your orgasm rushes through you with ocean size waves.
bakugou stuffs an inch of his finger in your ass, and you burst, clenching around his cock so tight, he’s calling out to whatever god is listening so he doesn’t come inside you.
the pleasure feels unreal. rattling down to your fingertips, clearing your head like you’re walking through clouds. there are no thoughts but this beautiful man below you.
when you’re finished, body limp on his, he’s quick to roll you off him, coming all over his chest.
you’re all sweaty and sticky, not even bothering to lay back in his arms though he can’t help but find your hand and kiss it softly.
“i want you with me all day tomorrow.”
“katsuki—,” you start but he continues.
“i wanna feed you the best shit i can get, have you meet daisy properly, meet my friends, properly take you into the village. i’ll get the key for the library too,” he breathes in a rush. he rolls his head to face you, “i meant what i said, i’m gonna be the best for you.”
your smile is sleepy, “i don’t doubt it but i think most of tomorrow might be in bed.”
his eyes shine, “you’re insatiable. my cock is that good?”
you push his face with your fingers, “no stupid, i’m probably going to ache tomorrow.”
his adoration for you doesn’t leave, “it’s the same question, princess. my cock is that good?”
you huff though you don’t fight your smile.
“i’ll look after you. i’ll get some hot water to clean us up for now and we can bathe in the morning.”
bakugou sits up, raking his hand through his hair and resting his other on your thigh.
“okay,” you’re glowing, cheeks raised.
then he’s up and off, shoving on some old cloths not before turning around to check you haven’t magically disappeared from the bed. you obviously haven’t, though you’re resting on your forearms looking out the curtainless window. you feel him staring so you look at him again.
“yes?”
bakugou grunts, rubbing his face roughly like it will wake him up out of his new lovesickness over his fiancé.
“nothin’. don’t leave,” he moves to shut the door behind him but he still hears you call out.
“this is my home! where else would i go?”
bakugou needs to stop this stupid grin before his servants think he’s actually under a spell… who’s he fooling? they all heard your screams earlier.
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Big strong submissive men who manhandles you effortlessly and pounds you so rough and mercilessly because they think they can't fuck you good enough so they end up going overboard with it, picking you up from the bed with big strong arms and placing you right on their cock while gripping onto the fat of your ass, rutting his hips up into you fast and recklessly while whimpering and breathing heavily beneath you. His fat cock stretching your tight pussy walls around him as he's stabbing every inch of his cock deeper and deeper inside of your tight little cunny.
"Ngh- uhh fuckk mommy a-am I doing a good job??, am I making you fe-feel good??" he cries out, voice cracking as he's whimpering below you, not knowing that your pretty much fucked too dumb and good to even give him a response. But Aww it's not his fault, he just wants to make his mommy feel good and praise him, that's all :(((.
Yuuta, Armin, Toge, Choso, Zenitsu, Yuuji, Kirishima.
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mdni.
somehow, he's in your room a lot.
and that always leaves you wondering, what he does in there, and why he always seems so startled each time you whisper a curious "whatcha doin'..." from the entrance of the door.
you wonder, each time, as you watch him scramble, shoving his hands into his pockets, and squeeze through the gap between you and the doorway, mumbling under his breath about how he was just dropping off your laundry.
just...what could he be up to.
and then you look into the laundry basket, routinely folding your fresh clothes and putting them in your drawers with a bored pout on your face, when your eyes spot the little strap of your little red thong hanging from one of them. ah, so that's what he's up to...
gojo satoru, bakugo katsuki, eren jaeger, yuri briar, reo mikage, nagi seishiro,
© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .
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Bully Bakugou who's always on your ass, bothering you and making fun of you any fucking chance he gets, he hates the way you're so confident and so well put together, that a dumb little thing like you really think you can compete with someone as good as him, and that your better than him just because you two have similar quirks? He absolutely hates the way you always talk back to him whenever he says something to you like just who the fuck do you think your talking to?
He hated you so fucking much, he hated how you think, how you talk but fuck why did you had to be so sexy? the way your hero costume hugs your body soo perfectly in the right places, the outlines of your curves on display to his eyes. He wants nothing more than to fucking put you in your place, tame the living brat out of you and pound your stupid little brains out till you get the fact that he's better then you in your head. he wants to have you crying and sobbing on his cock, tears leaking from your eyes as he grips your jaw to look at him while he's ruining your cunt and stretching your tight walls around his thick cock. He wants to have you sooo so fucked out and vulnerable and do whatever he fucking wants to you.
God, he wants to ruin you, split your little cunny apart from his thick cock and pound your cunt till you won't be able to walk for days, leaving you in a helpless fucking mess. You need a fucking reminder who your dealing with and oh boy he's surely gonna give it to you.
Brat taming bakugou is so fucking hot because i just know for a fact he'd be so good at doing it
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Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.
“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.
He shifts his hips and your eyes cross. Katsuki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “That’s really fucking sad.” He withdraws from your body, hips sticky with your mixed arousal and slams into you with enough force to jostle you up the bed. Your lips part on a silent scream, your reflection in the mirror above Katsuki’s bed mocking you. His head blocks your view as he drags his tongue across your parted lips, dipping it inside of your mouth to coax you into a kiss.
Katsuki savors every shift in your expression. Gaze trained on the way your lips tremble each time he bumps into your g spot. The way your brows twitch downward when he grinds his cock into the sensitive, gummy walls. “Can’t believe no one has ever reached your g spot,” he laughs. He adjusts you slowly, lifting your thighs from around his waist to perch them on his shoulders. His weight sinks you into the mattress like this his cock reaching somewhere even deeper.
“This—” he smirks near your ear, grasping the fleshy lobe between his teeth as he cups your ass to hold you steady, his cock catches on something inside of you, a place that feels weird and sensitive, that has your legs threatening to kick out “—is your cervix, angel.”
Your lids flutter and Katsuki tuts. “Eyes open, baby,” he warns, words shaky. “Look at yourself,” he reminds you and your eyes immediately rise to the mirror on his ceiling, you can barely focus on anything but the bruising of your pussy under Katsuki’s fucking but your expression becomes burned into your brain. “You look so good getting good dick,” he laughs. “Fucked out and adorable.”
Some sort of your brain registers that you’ve scratched red marks into he pale skin of Katsuki’s back. That you can see the shifting muscles of his back with each of his thrusts. That you have a perfect view of his tight ass and the way those muscles flex. But in the forefront of your mind you can only hear Katsuki’s words.
“Good dick has you glowing,” he gloats. And you have to agree. You look good spread under him, eyes hazy and lips parted to gulp air into your lungs. “My dick has you glowing.”
You can only whine your agreement. You don’t think you’ve ever looked this debauched or felt this sexy getting fucked but once again Katsuki takes a first you don’t even know existed. You’re creaming around his cock before you even notice it and his pace barely even falters. He fucks you right through it words of encouragement whispered into your neck.
You lock eyes with your reflection and you swear it winks back at you. Finally, we’re getting the dick we deserve, echoes in your mind but you’re too cock drunk to decipher whether it’s a conscious thought or not. All you know is you agree.
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