I felt such a strong, visceral reaction to this post specifically and had to write something really short and dumb for it literally immediately I’m so serious holy shit. in love with this. I’m gonna cry
character/s: superbi squalo, reader-insert (gender-neutral)
word count: 359
warnings: swearing
prompt: squalo runs colder than most
“It’s too cold! I don’t want to go on this stupid mission!”
Squalo watched you kick up a fuss, quiet as you gathered your stuff. He paid attention to every item you grabbed so he would remember them, so you wouldn’t complain about losing them if you forgot one on your way back.
“I just wanna stay here! It sucks, but it’s indoors at least…!”
“Just hurry up. The faster we leave, the faster this gets done, the faster we get home.”
You grumbled about it the entire way out of the estate, and he let you grouch on your way through. It’d get it out of your system and then you could get to work; you at least knew when to shut up.
You also promptly ignored every dig or mocking remark made at you as you pulled on gloves, a thicker coat, earmuffs. Because of your thick snow boots, the scarf you were wrapping around your neck. They could make fun of you all they liked, but you wanted to stay warm. Fuck ‘em.
Once you’d made enough of a trek away from the estate, pushing through snow with irritation, you eventually slowed to a stop.
“What?”
Squalo stopped next to you, and leant down when you waved at him to. He stayed still, head bowed a touch so you could reach up and slip your (his) earmuffs onto his head. He straightened with a low noise, a grunt of thanks.
“You should start killing people if they’re gonna make fun of you for wearing fucking earmuffs, you know.”
He blinked at you slowly before lifting a leg. You yelled out when he hooked his foot into the back of your knees and you fell, knees hitting the snow.
“You bastard! Give them back and freeze, then!”
Squalo snorted and headed off again, not waiting for you to scramble out of the snow and catch up to him. You didn’t.
He jerked forward after you threw a crudely made snowball at the back of his head, poorly constructed due to your gloves.
“Oi! You stupid bitch; just get up and come on!”
“Bastard! That’s what you get!”
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“I heard somewhere that laying down with your head hanging off the edge of the bed won’t make you gag.” You suddenly blurt out into the room, eyes glued to your phone. Bakugou blinks a couple of times at the tv before he turns to you, confusion written all over his face as he replays what you said again in his head.
“Hah?” Is all he asks, eyebrow cocked as he grunts at your little mischievous face. You’re practically hiding behind your phone now, shoulders hiked up as your eyes glance back to what’s on your screen.
“Lemme see.” He doesn’t wait for your explanation, only grabs you by the ankle resting in his lap and drags you closer to him until he can peek at your screen. You don’t try to hide it from him though, staring at him with wide eyes as his own buck at what you’ve been reading and watching this whole time.
“You really wanna try that? You know I don’t mind if you can’t get it all the way down your throat.” Bakugou says it so nonchalantly, almost as if his words don’t bring a torrent of memories and sex flashbacks highlighting the forefront of your mind. You nod quickly though, glancing at the screen once more before you look up to meet his devious smirk.
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“Ya sure you want this?” Bakugou asks from above you, stripped down to his birthday suit, cock hanging hard and heavy above you. It’s a daunting sight really, all thick and veiny, precum dripping from his slit down onto your naked chest. It creates an almost humorous shadow against your skin, but to Bakugou, the sight only makes him harder.
“Fuck yes.” You nod quickly. You’re laying horizontally on you guys’ bed, head hanging off of the edge as Bakugou stands above you, grabbing at his base, ready to slip into your mouth the moment you grab at his thighs for support. He taps the mushroomed head against your lips a few times, smears it across your cheeks to watch your tongue follow the taste of it, before finally sliding himself into your mouth.
It’s a foreign feeling really, unused to being upside down while his cock grazes the inside of your mouth, but it feels good against your tongue. Makes your eyes flutter shut as you moan, digging your nails into his skin to urge him to sink even deeper into your mouth, your throat.
It’s an easy glide, he realizes, as he pushes further than he ever has. You choke a little, a small sound, but hold onto him even tighter when he tries to pull away. His balls graze your nose, the scent of them making your thighs clench together as you moan, the vibrations against his cock damn near bring tears to his eyes. Bakugou has to hold onto your tits for support, body caving above you as he fucks his cock in even deeper, groaning at the bump it creates against your skin.
You both wonder why it’s taken you so long to try this, and if you’ll ever go back to being on your knees again.
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