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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v

Authors Note: Hello V!! Omg, thank you for using a sign off your the first person to do that I really hope I see you regularly! Oh! And please feel free to use emoji sign off if you’d like too, ＼(≧▽≦)／

OFC I’D WRITE THIS FOR YOU! I made it into more of a short fic bc like you said its like a scenario but hope you like it my friend! Also thank you for requesting Shinso, I LOVE Bakugo but I felt kinda bad for him being the only one in my MHA/BNHA masterlist

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Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader

Description: After a very tiresome meeting with Aizawa, your pro hero boyfriend decided you were the perfect candidate to let off some steam. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also getting some much needed revenge by fucking over his mentor’s desk. Too bad Aizawa decided to enter his office at the wrong time.

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism, Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex

Word Count: 1222

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

“Fucking slut,” Shinso growled out, his thrusts slapping hard against your ass with every syllable. He was pissed, since becoming a pro hero Aizawa had managed to be up his ass about every mistake for the past month, and it seemed today was the last straw for your boyfriend.

This is what caused your current position, bent over his boss's desk, clothes haphazardly pulled down just enough so he had access to your aching cunt. You whimpered, pushing your ass to meet his leaking cockhead halfway, scratching at the dark oak desk from the ecstasy Shinso provoked.

"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace.

Shinso's hands moved from his place on your back to trail up your sides, making sure to give your breasts a sharp squeeze, before placing two of his fingers on your pouty red lips. "Open," he commanded, a slight pant in his voice.

You whined once more but decided to obey since he already wasn't in the best of moods. You parted your lips, making sure to swipe your tongue along his fingers as two of his pale appendages into your mouth.

"Suck 'em, you know what I like," your boyfriend used his other hand to slap your ass, creating another red mark on top of the many finger-print-sized bruises you adorned. Quickly you got to work, swirling your tongue and moaning around his digits.

"Damn, had to shut you up with my fingers so we don't get caught," he laughed mockingly, although he himself was in no better shape than you. His usually flared-out purple hair was now starting to droop, sweat beading at his forehead as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and the most adorable scrunch to his eyebrows as he focused on pushing himself as deep as possible in you. Fuck, why did he have to be so pretty?

You couldn't take it anymore, the way his dick stretched you out so deliciously, the way he moaned and grunted, the way he had a tight grip on your ass and tongue. "Toshi, Hitowshi bwaby, so gwood," you moaned, voice muffled by his fingers which were now stroking your tongue, thumb rubbing your cheek from the outside.

Shinso pulls out of your warm heat till only the tip was left, laughing at the way you cried out. You attempted to rub yourself on him, searching for any type of friction but Shinso was quick to push on your back, your breasts smashing against some very important documents Aizawa had.

"Look at you wiggle," he teased, watching at your cute little hole squeezed around nothing. "So fucking dirty, crying for my cock on my boss's desk," he paused to moan when you squeezed your cunt around his sensitive cockhead. His hand reached down to spread your lips, watching as he slammed his full length into you.

"Hitoshi!" You screamed, voice not coming clear since his hand abandoned your drooling mouth and moved to grip on your neck. He squeezed gently, providing a delicious pressure on your throat as he fucked you silly, thrusts so hard they caused ripples on your ass.

"Mmph, baby fuck! So fucking cute, do whatever I ask huh?" Shinso asked, spanking you once more. Your eyes closed as you let your tongue hand out of your mouth, completely drunk off the feeling your boyfriend provided you.

"Yeah, that's it, think you deserve a little reward," his hand reached down to rub your clit, messaging small circles in a way that had your toes curling. "Go ahead and cum baby, cum all over his desk.

There was just something so overwhelmingly hot about fucking on Aizawa's desk, the risk of being caught, the anger behind your boyfriend's movements, how Shinso mixed his degrading with sweet praises, so filthy to the point you couldn't keep quiet anymore despite your weak attempts. Shinso just felt too good, his long fingers lingering on your neck, your ass burning from his heavy hands, him toying with your clit, and of course, his large cock rubbing your sensitive walls in a way only he could. Within seconds the combination of these aspects had you creaming around Shinso's dick.

"C-Cumming! 'm cumming, Hitoshi please!" You begged, legs shaking from the intense feeling, surely you would have fallen if it wasn't for the desk beneath you. Your hands reached out to claw at whatever you could, knocking down some items in the process. "Toshi, please cum, wanna feel you so bad." Drool dribbles down your cheek you lean your head down onto the cool surface beneath you, withering in this intense feeling.

"Fuck, fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking tight—fuck hahh!" Shinso had let go of his grip on your neck and clit, leaving red marks from where his hands had previously been, and used both his hands to grab your waist, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts.

By now your pussy was sopping wet, a thick creamy ring forming around the base of hm and dripping to his balls. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly almost making it hard to pull out. You always milked him so fucking good.

"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."

Shinso panted when he finally pumped one final time, reveling in the wet slapping sound that came from it before emptying his balls in your cavern. Even while he was cumming his thrusts never stopped, although now softer and more sparatic. In the end, you two were a mess, Shinso leaving over your body basking in the afterglow.

It felt so nice, feeling his cum slosh around inside you, his hands petting your head and allowing you to catch your breath. While Shinso could be rough he never failed to treat you like a princess after, you knew when you got home you would be showered in praises, kisses, and massages.

"You okay honey?" He rasped, humping you against the desk. Your cunt couldn't help but flutter around him despite being exhausted. You turned your head to meet his tired eyes, watching as his once angry face from earlier melted into a pretty smile.

"'m okay, but what about you baby? You feel better from earlier?" He chuckled at your response, always so attentive was his girlfriend. With a grin plastered on his lips, he placed gentle kisses on your back, his thurst finally halting as he pulled his head back to watch his cum leak out of you and back onto his cock.

"I'm fucking fantastic."

The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door.

"They fucking did it again! I swear to god these kids will kill me, they destroyed so much fucking property! In fucking ruins!" The voice of Aizawa growled out, most likely screaming at his assistant before slamming his office door open.

Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero.

"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat.

Authors Note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN IMAGINE THE REST! I think Shinso would attempt to use his quirk to make Aizawa forget this whole fiasco but idk if he’s quick enough (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Also sorry this is shorter than usual! But I hope you enjoyed anyways <33 Please leave a comment, lemme know what you think! Don’t forget to check out my other works, and requests are currently open!! BYE BYE (ノ*°▽°*)

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

Tag List: @katscki, @libidinous-weeb

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tanema123 · 8 days

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I hope this works. I spend so much time on this thing. What we got peeps, is zestmilla, tango dancing. I had to join the dancing thing. Especially, after all the tango dancing writing a discord friend did. *looks at them with a playful glare*

I'm quite proud of it. In this scene, they are dancing, but... Zestial only knows tango theoreticaly. That is the reason they are a bit appart. Zestial, is a confused puppy.

As soon as Carmilla takes the lead, the crowd can't help but be mesmerized. It looks so natural and perfect. You simply can't take your eyes of it.

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it-happened-one-fic · 2 days

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Dancing With Visions - Unwilling to be Parted - Argentine Tango - Zhongli

Author Notes: I was really quite delighted when I spun the wheel of fortune I use to decide who dances what style and Zhongli got the Argentine tango. I must confess that I have always personally loved to watch performances of Argentine tangos, so that possibly shows up a bit in this fic. The performance in this fic was heavily inspired by Maksim Chmerkovskiy and Meryl Davis’s Argentine tango to “Montserrat” by Orquesta Del Plata on Season 18, week 10 of “Dancing With the Stars.” I also listed to "Montserrat" while writing and editing this fic. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ dance/ fluff/ romance implied

Word Count: 1905

Zhongli was respected by everyone and, in the eyes of the populace at large, seemed to know everything there was to know about anything. And perhaps that was why he was asked by an orchestra to perform an Argentine tango while they played, as a part of the overall performance.

After all, it was a song specifically written to be danced to, so they did not want to lose that aspect of the music. Though admittedly, it wasn’t exactly what I had initially expected when I’d heard it was going to be music written for a tango.

But then, it wasn’t music for a ballroom tango, it was music for an Argentine tango, and there was, evidently enough, a distinct difference between the two dances.

The Argentine tango was the more intimate, melancholic sister to the dance known as the ballroom tango. Or at least that was how Zhongli had described it to me when he’d asked me to be his partner for his performance. A request that I had hesitantly accepted only after much reassurance from my current partner.

I couldn’t deny that Zhongli’s description of the dance was accurate, though. While the ballroom tango and the Argentine tango held much in common, there were very distinct differences.

It honestly felt like there was more connection between the two dancers for the Argentine tango, which was more moody than aggressive, as the ballroom variant so often was.

I glanced over at where Zhongli sat, ever patient in the chair at the table on the opposite from where I stood.

In many ways, I’d been surprised to learn that the orchestra had set up such a performance area for us. But, as both they and Zhongli had asserted, Argentine tango music was music made for dance. It was only natural that the dance took centerplace as the orchestra performed their moody, careful sounding piece.

The music started and I stepped towards Zhongli, stepping up into the empty chair beside me and then onto the table between us. Adjusting my skirt as he looked towards me, his head turning in perfect time with the plucked strings of the music.

We’d practiced this dance numerous times, but his gaze never failed to startle me. I didn’t know what it was about his amber-colored eyes with slightly inhuman pupils that gave me the slightest of pauses, but it never seemed to fail. I was just lucky that my hesitation matched with the music.

I straightened, pushing myself up and off the chair and pivoting on the foot that rested on the table as I twisted, letting myself fall easily into Zhongli’s arms where he sat.

I looked up at him calmly as I stretched my arms back and over my head in the most languid manner possible. Slowly cartwheeling off his lap as he watched with quiet interest. Holding my hand as I stood just as he turned to look back out at the crowd.

Still seated, he twirled me across the floor until I stopped in front of him, his hands tracing their way up the side of my legs.

I inhaled slightly at the motion but let my hands rest over gloved ones, taking a gentle hold of them before pulling them off me and tossing them into the air before I stepped forward and turned. Leading with my head as I faced him and he stood.

I lifted my arms, easily sliding into our dancing hold as he almost immediately began to walk me backwards and across our stage.

Our steps were light, and almost stealthy as he pushed me backwards, pausing only to let me lean back to the lilting of the violins before he turned with me. His posture ever upright and strong as he twisted, placing me at his side and stepping lightly in place with me as we faced each other.

As if we weren’t having to concentrate on our intricate footwork at all and instead one another’s eyes were far more important.

And though I couldn’t speak for him, that certainly was true for me. Zhongli’s eyes were eternally interesting and beautiful.

His gaze was still one of pointed interest that seemed to make it impossible to look away from him.

I forced myself to break our eye contact though, as I turned the side, only to get swung lightly through the air as if I weighed nothing. Landing in a crouched position with one leg extended and my one arm still stretched out so my hand could stay in his.

Almost like it was locked in place, either by his grip or my unwillingness to let go. That was up to our viewers to decide.

The room was perfectly silent save for the music around us as he stepped lightly around behind me and I twisted on my toes. Pulling my legs under me as I looked up at him and he spun.

My hand left his only for a fraction of a second before he was taking it once more in his firm, but surprisingly gentle grasp.

He tugged lightly and I launched into the air, spinning elegantly so that my back was to his chest as he caught me against him. Wrapping an arm around me and holding me there as my legs curled backwards and split to lock around him as he stepped backwards.

But that was the nature of both this dance and Zhongli himself. Each motion flowed into the next effortlessly. As if each step were a natural progression.

This was a dance that told a story. A romance filled with sophisticated maturity and a sort of nostalgia that could only come with time.

I reached back, my hand brushing against Zhongli’s temple before he swung me forward, my legs kicking up into the air and flaring out my skirt before I touched down.

Zhongli immediately stepped back and away from me, placing a potent distance between as I turned to look back towards him. Almost as if I were drawn to him while he placed careful distance between us.

But his eyes never left me.

Though separate, we stepped forward together, our arms reaching towards each other in a sweeping, graceful motion.

My hand found his as our other arms wrapped around each other in a loose embrace. Close, but not close. Separate, but never far.

He shifted me so that I was in front of him once more, our gazes holding one another as our steps lagged slightly with the tempo of the music before he began pushing me backwards and across the stage once more.

Our steps turned fast as we twisted from side to side. Almost like we didn’t have time to waste, but also couldn’t bear to be rushed in this intricate dance that spoke of deep emotions.

We reached the edge of the stage, Zhongli stopping me before twirling me lightly so that we could shift back the other direction. Me still retreating as he pushed and guided me ever backwards.

Trusting me to stop with him just as I relied on him to guide me to halt before it was too late and the edge of the stage was passed.

This time we pivoted, shifting so that we were both technically facing the same direction with our heads turned to look at one another rather than in the direction we moved.

We released on one side, me spinning out as his arm stretched, teasing at letting me go but apparently not quite able to before he pulled me back towards him.

Twirling me in as I lifted my leg for him to catch at the last second, before he lifted me into the air and spinning effortlessly with me.

He paused though, facing the crowd and tossing me into the air lightly. And I spun lightly before landing safely in his arms once more.

He leaned with me, dipping me towards the ground as I extended my arm and looked away from him even as one of my arms remained wrapped around his shoulders.

He swung me down easily, his arm remaining wrapped around me as my feet touched down and I spun to look at him. Finally letting go of him as one hand pressed to my chest. Holding him at a slight distance as I looked up at him once more.

He met my gaze, his stare somehow unshakeable as he reached out with one hand. A silent request that I accepted with my hand slipping carefully into his.

We moved at the same time, him stepping towards me just as my other hand reached towards him, and the distance between us was closed once more.

I swallowed as his hand slipped from behind his back and wrapped around my shoulders as he spun me dramatically to the side. My one leg extended behind me as I looked away from him yet again.

He pulled me back up into an upright position swiftly and we shifted to the side, our footwork speeding up once more as he spun me once more, and I paused. Kicking up one leg before he spun me out. Letting go of me with one hand that I tugged back and pressed to my chest as we looked towards each other for a fraction of a second. Me leaned back and relying on his support while he gazed at me, supporting me with one arm but also holding me at a careful distance.

He shifted, holding out his free arm as he pulled me towards him and I spun. Launching into the air and landing safely in his embrace. Our sides pressed together with my legs curled under me and his arm wrapped steadfastly around me as our hands remained entwined.

He spun with me that way, my position shifting subtly as we rotated. My hand released his so that I could reach up and cup his face as I curled towards him. One of my legs shifting so it curled around him instead of just under me.

I was no longer pressed merely to his side, but holding onto him in a sort of loose embrace as his other hand cupped my shoulder.

His gaze flickered over to mine and I swallowed, forcing myself to hold eye contact with him as he paused for a moment and I uncurled my legs. Straightening them out so that the toes of my shoes barely touched the ground as he walked backwards. Inclining his head towards mine as my hand slid down the side of his face to rest against his neck.

We were hardly even an inch apart when he came to a stop. Letting me step closer to him before letting go, almost reluctantly and standing off to the side of the stage as he turned and sat. This time in the chair that was on the side of the table closest to me.

Applause erupted around us and I exhaled a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. I looked towards Zhongli quietly, half-stunned by the noise around us as he met my gaze and smiled softly.

His stare was no longer one of intensity now, but I still found my eyes lingering on his before I at last looked away. Smiling awkwardly at the audience as Zhongli stood and joined me.

His hand finding mine as our fingers entwined themselves together once more. Seemingly unwilling to be parted.

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vampyresonata · 1 year

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You're free to leave me, but just don't decieve me.

And please, believe me when I say...

#margaretha zelle #Weeping Clown #Kroto #Fireworks Guy #IDV #Identity V #Jokermarg #idv female dancer #idv weeping clown #idv joker #joker idv #female dance idv #KrotoGuy #WeepyMarg #my art #skull tag #I have A LOT of complex thoughts on margaretha and joker. someone should ask me about it so i can cross post my priv twt thoughts #moulin rouge #el tango de roxanne

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lusidraws · 27 days

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La icon Tita Merello, la morocha del Abasto

#tita merello #argentina #tango #ilustracion #mujeres argentinas #female icons

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simpsations · 9 months

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Am i telling you to fill my inbox? Yes, yes I am. Idc what it is.

Cats? Love em

Cooking? Tell me the recipe

Fuff writing? Now you know I'll do it!

A little smut? Sure I'll try to humer you

Head cannons? I'd do that

A N Y T H I N G

Pls

You can even comment on this and I'd gladly reply.

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ciccerone · 11 months

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sonicandartisticsurprises · 12 days

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youtube

#Tita Merello #tango #Argentina #female vocalist #YouTube #Latin #La Historia Del Tango #Manuel Romero #1949 #1940s #40s #movie clip

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unadulteratedcoffeetimemachine · 1 year

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What if

What is isn’t

What is isn't

What's impossible is possible

What's possible is impossible

And what’s imagination is reality

And what If mere reality is just our imagination

The Words I wish I said - Caitlin Kelly

#aesthetic #love #tumblr asthetic #oil painting #couple #tango dance #female power #handsome #aesthetic painting #dark academia aesthetic #phrase #poetry #poetic

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quillpokebiology · 10 months

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Do you think pokemon can be gay like we can? :P

Yes, definitely. My goodra (Jellybean) is definitely pan, because she's tried to court every member on my team, females included. There have also been instances of gay swanna adopting abandoned ducklet. So, I'd say they can be.

#//animals irl can be gay too #//there were gay penguins at a zoo who adopted a daughter #//they even have a book called 'And Tango Makes Three'#//and female koalas have been known to reject male advances in favor of other females #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pokeblog #irl pokemon #pokemon #pokeblr #rotumblr #pkmn irl #irl pkmn #pokemon roleplay #quill talks #quill awnsers

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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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Authors Note: This is a collaboration with a dear friend of mine, @katscki! Together we each wrote pieces about Bakugo regarding the topic of grinding, so make sure you check hers out!! Find @katscki’s version here: When Sparks Fly

Bakugo Katsuki x F!Reader

Description: Bakugo had been trying to keep it together after eyeing you all night from how perfect you looked for him however he couldn’t resist. In a way it was ironic, how the both of you were virgins but couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Dry Humping, Inexperienced Katsuki + Reader, Virgin Katsuki + Reader, Begging, Edging (if you squint), Dirty Talk, Pet Names

Word Count: 1,862

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

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You were just so fucking pretty.

Bakugo could barely keep his eyes off you, watching as you sat so pretty in your powder blue dress, cheering the loudest for him in the crowd when he walked onto the stage. It was just a small ceremony, celebrating what felt like minor accomplishments to him in his career as a pro hero. But not to you, you were so proud of him, all dolled up for the occasion in support of your boyfriend.

“I’m so proud of you, Katsu, next thing you know you’ll be accepting the reward for the number one hero,” you stated confidently, enjoying the comfort of your own home after having just been in a loud celebration. Now you sat comfortably on Bakugo’s lap on the edge of your shared bed, nails gently raking his scalp.

Bakugo felt lost, brain nothing but mush as you showered him with compliments and endearment the whole day, still in your pretty dress that showed off every curve he loved so dearly. Both of you were tired from the long day, not even bothering to take off your clothes before crawling into bed to be wrapped in each other's arms. He still was in his hero outfit, although both his mask and gauntlets had been thrown haphazardly on the floor.

“Baby,” he rasped, hands gripping the soft flesh of your ass to position you strategically on one of his legs. “Fuck, why do you make me feel like this.”

Your boyfriend was quick to lock his lips with your own, tongues grazing each other between several hot kisses of which Bakugo made sure to nibble at your bottom lip leaving it slightly swollen. You moan into the kiss, hands gripping onto his hair with a slight tug that had him jerking his hips up into the air.

It surprised you how sloppy the kiss was, your boyfriend acting desperate with the way his hands roamed your body, squeezing and groping anything in it's reach. You and Katsuki had known each other for many years, but hadn’t dated until recently due to Katsuki’s adamancy about his dream being the only goal he could handle in his life. But he was just so fucking in love with you, in one overwhelming moment he spilled his feelings which lead to lead to your current relationship, barely being able to keep your hands off each other after dating for three months.

Both of you had never had sex before, never really going farther then the first date, the inexperience obvious from how turned on the two of you were from the simplest of touches, but with each other it was like a switched flipped.

He huffs, using his strength to push you down on his thigh, bouncing his leg in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure that ran straight to your cunt, already becoming soaked from the tension that is being built between the two of you.

“Katsu,” you panted, pulling away from the kiss despite his protests but never stopping the harsh grinds on his thigh. “I want you, want you so bad Katsuki.” Your tone was almost desperate, practically begging him to fuck you as you moved your hips quickly, humping his for any sort of pleasure.

He smirked, tensing his thighs so your clit could drag against his rigid knee causing you to cry out and grip his hair with more force. “I dunno, I don’t think you’ll be able to handle me pretty” he groaned, feeling his achy cock strain painfully against the rough material of his hero suites pants. He was sporting a hard on all night thanks to your pretty outfit and support.

“You won't be able to take me,pussy's too fucking tight for that,” Bakugo whispered, petting your head as he went in to lap at your neck. You whined at his response, practically jumping on his thigh now with a pout on your face.

“’Suki please, I can do it, please!” But he simply shook his head, pulling off your dress in one motion leaving you in just your panties. “No bra, huh? So fucking dirty.”

The sight of your breast bare to him has Bakugo drooling, quickly moving his head from your neck to toy with your pretty nipples. “No baby, I wanna prep you a couple times before you can take me,” he murmured, lapping at the sensitive exposed flesh.

You moaned louder, feeling yourself get closer to your high from he pleasurable grinding but it seemed your boyfriend had other plans. He gripped your waist and lifted you easily from his thigh to his lap, where you could feel in excruciating detail the shape of his cock, twitching painfully as it made contact with your pussy through the layers of clothes.

“Mmn, go ahead pretty, hump my fuckin’ cock,” he growled out, one hand continuing to play with your tit while the other made its way to your panties, just barely reaching below the fabric to grope your ass and lift it up and down, guiding you on his dick. “Want you to ride me just like this when you get the real thing, right?”

You could only moan in response, loosing yourself in the feeling of clumsily grinding on the imprint of his fat dick, leaving a wet spot on both his pants and your panties.

Bakugo couldn’t lie and say he didn’t feel just as desperate, mind buzzing from your moans and that hot wet feeling on his crotch. He wanted to so badly take you up on your offer and fuck your tiny cunt until he left you ruined, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to handle all of him. He wanted you to be properly stretched and prepared so when he finally sunk into your tight heat there would be nothing but bliss for the both of you.

For now, he was satisfied with the way you gasped whenever his cockhead catches that soaking hole of yours. You gripped the orange straps of his hero suite to ground yourself form the feeling, working hard to keep up the pleasere but failing miserably from how hard your thighs were shaking. You were so close, right on edge from your boyfriend’s clothed cock.

“Gonna cum ‘Suki!” You warned, ready to let go but it seemed Bakugo had other plans, large hands grabbing your waist to still you on his lap where he could feel your desperate cunt twitch from being so close. You cried at his actions, whining as you tried your hardest to continue to grind although you were no match for his strength.

“Relax before the only thing I let you grind on is my hand. Better yet I’ll leave you high and dry, is that what you want?”

You instantly shook your head, tears welling up in the side of your eyes due to how sensitive you felt, even the light touches of Bakugo’s heavy hands on your thighs had you involuntarily twitching. He knew his threats were empty, he was just as needy and leaving you would have been just as much of a punishment to himself.

Bakugo lace a hand under each thigh, picking you up and laying you flat on your back on the bed before quickly getting onto of you. By instinct your wrapped your legs around him which caused him to smirk. “How bad you want this baby?” He whispered, fingers tracing the outline of your soaking cunt through your panties.

“So bad ‘Suki so fucking bad!” You cried out, lifting your hips in attempt to get more friction but he only pulled his hand away and slapped your thigh as a warning. “Please, please...”

“Please what? Tell me baby, tell me what you want.” Bakugo grinned at the view, his pretty girlfriends all disheveled and desperate. With his hand still holding your down he leaned down and placed a feather like kiss on your pussy.

You cried, the small action causing your head to be thrown back and let out a string of moans. “I wanna cum, Katsu please! I wanna cum so bad, make me cum ‘Suki!”

That’s all it took for Bakugo’s resolve to snap and him position himself above you so he can ground himself on your soaked panties, licking his lips from faintest taste of you lingering on his mouth.

“Fuck baby, so fucking pretty, huh? God damnnit!” He groaned, rutting into you with vigor, bruise-like grip on your thighs to hold them up for his brutal thrusts. “Looked so fuckin’ sexy in that tight little dress, promise you baby one day Imma fuck this pretty cunt so good your never be able to cum without me, I’ll fucking ruin it for anyone but me,” Bakugo growled, leaning down to place hot opened mouth kisses on your tits, taking the time to leave bite marks all over.

Bakugo knew sex was supposed to be pleasurable, but he didn’t know it would overtake every one of his senses. Had him feeling like he needed to be wrapped in your velvety walls, needed to take everything you had to give him, needed to pound you nice and good until you looked at no one but him.

“C-Cumming! ‘M cumming, cum for me ‘suki I wanna feel you cum.”

Bakugo’s resolve quickly crurmbles at your words, humping frantically when he feels you com undone through your underwear, pretty hole twitching as you gush through the fabric from your orgasm. His name leaves leave your lips and your body shakes, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure.

The louder you moaned the harder he humped you, his body heavy on yours as he leans his weight ontop of you, pinning you as he babbles how close he was. He gives a final loud gasp, his hips stuttering and head coming to rest on your shoulder as he whines from making amess in his pants. He cums for a long time, only adding to the wet stain on his pants as he wastes his hot cum. You free on of your hands from under him to place it on his still throbbing dick, rubbing it slightly to encourage him to let it all out.

Bakugo weakly thrusts against your palm even after he stopped cumming, humming from the added pleasure you gave him. Quietly, he pushes himself away from you to grab the sides of your head and force you to face him instead of watching his bobbing cock in his pants.

“You saw that stain baby? All for you. Every last fucking drop belongs to you, pretty,” Bakugo kisses you once more, this time softer so you could feel the meaning of his words. “You’re my first and you’re sure as hell gonna be my last, ‘m fucking yours and you better say your mine.”

Your chest feels warm from his words, it was hard for Bakugo to talk openly about his emotions, which is why he preferred actions rather then words, but this time he had opened up just a little, even if it wasn’t as innocent as most people would expect.

“I’m yours, Katuski, all yours.”

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Authors Note: Again! This is a collab so be sure to check out my dearest Amelia’s version of grinding / dry humping (linked at the top of this post) and don’t forget to show some love! Hope you enjoyed <3 Tag List: @katscki, @libidinous-weeb

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Dancing With Visions - Do The Hustle - The Hustle - Cyno

Author Notes: The third fic for my "Dancing With Visions" fic series for Genshin Impact! The Hustle is typically a sort of line dance, but for this fic I used a variation that is referred to as a 'Tango Hustle' that largely came about because the film "Saturday Night Fever." This performance is based on the dance from the very same film that is done to the BeeGee's song "More Than a Woman." This fic was also written while I listened to that song. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ Implied romantic/ fluff/ dance/ sfw

Word Count: 1666

I admit that when I had considered my future, I had never seen myself doing the hustle, of all things, with Cyno, of all people.

But when Cyno had heard about the hustle dance competition and how its reward was a limited-time specialty Invocation TCG card, that was all that had mattered to him. He’d been at my doorstep in moments, a worryingly serious expression on his face as I opened the door.

I’d honestly expected some drastic news regarding someone’s health or something to do Mahamatra business, but instead the first thing he’d said was: “I need you to do the hustle with me.”

He’d said it with such graveness, like it was a life-or-death situation. And I suppose, to him, it practically was one. But he’d caught me so off-guard that I’d hardly known what to do other than invite him inside so that he could explain.

And explain he did, with that same seriousness, before he finished, in a very Cyno like fashion, by saying: “We have to hustle our way to the finish and win.”

I’d shaken my head, at long last learning what it felt like to be in Tighnari’s shoes, “Can’t you just join in a large group and do the line dance? It isn’t like a couple versions of the hustle are especially common.”

He’d merely nodded, peering at me from under his hat, “Exactly. Not many people will do the partner dance version of the hustle. Being unique will increase our chances of winning.”

It had been a good argument, but I’d still found myself shaking my head with a half-fond smile, “You don’t want to have me as a dance partner, Cyno. Someone like Nilou would be better.”

Unmoved by my argument, he’d shaken his head, “No, Nilou is a professional, so dancing with her would be cheating.”

When I’d remained silent, he’d leaned forward, pushing the issue, “If you won’t be my partner, I’ll be like a skeleton at a dance party Y/n.” He’d paused, and I’d felt myself tensing for whatever was going to come next.

And then, with an unmoved expression, he’d delivered the punchline, “I’ll have nobody to dance with.”

That was when I’d relented, if nothing else to stop him from telling anymore jokes, and agreed to dance with him. But now that I was on the light-up floor under the flashing lights that I was pretty sure had been installed especially for this competition, I had some regrets.

Cyno was a surprisingly good dancer, but he fully intended to win this competition and had no doubt put countless hours into learning how to do the hustle. He’d also gotten Nilou to tutor both me and him as well as put together our choreography.

The music choice and surprisingly delicate vein to the dance showed her mark on our performance for a hustle that didn’t look like the speedy dance I’d been expecting, and she’d been a wonderful teacher, but I swallowed thickly as the dancers just before us exited the floor.

They no doubt were here for the monetary reward, which they would split amongst themselves, but that didn’t change the fact that they had been very good.

In fact, for this competition to be happening in a country where dancing had once been practically outlawed, there were a lot of really good dancers who’d apparently been very keen to show off their moves.

And then there were me and Cyno. The determined Mahamatra and his nervous partner.

I felt myself tense as the announcer called our names and the polite applause occurred. Nilou, Collei, and Tighnari had come to support us, as had Kaveh, who’d dragged Alhaitham out of his house, and I could feel all of their eyes on us as we walked hand in hand out onto the floor.

I spun to face Cyno as the dreamy yet undeniably disco song started up and the lights dimmed in an almost condemning fashion.

“Ready?” His voice was surprisingly soft as his gaze held mine, almost like he realized that the nerves had already kicked in for me, but I nodded. At the very least, I couldn’t disappoint him or our friends after we’d put this much effort into this.

It was as if my nod were a cue since we immediately joined hands, with him leaning me into a careful dip where I had one arm carefully outstretched so that it reached past my head as I looked up at him. Trusting him to hold me up as I made myself focus on him rather than letting panic take over.

After I returned to an upright position, our motions began very quickly, with two steps to the side and then two steps back before he spun me out.

Looking towards each other, we returned to one another again, this time side by side, with his arm crossing over my back to reach my hand as my other arm crossed his front to reach his free hand.

We spiraled like that before freeing one another and reentering a closed hold, but the crowd had already gone totally quiet.

What had been a hushed clamor of whispers about how the General Mahamatra himself was in the competition had already withered away to stunned silence as everyone stared at us.

We repeated our interlocked spinning once more before slowly dancing in the middle, focusing on one another rather than the crowd.

At the very least, I didn’t have to be worried about the steps since Nilou had grilled us on memorizing the steps until we could do the entire sequence of motions with absolutely no difficulty at all.

He spun me with my arms reaching back over my head so that he could spin himself before spinning me yet again as soon as he finished in a smooth rolling motion that interconnected seamlessly. Underarm turns were what Nilou had giddily called them when she’d put them into our choreography.

The smooth motions led to a steady dip where Cyno only barely leaned me backwards before quickly pulling me back upright. Sparing me from gazing up into his far too steady gaze yet again.

But Nilou had told us, even during our earliest practices, that our connection and eye contact would be the strongest parts of our performance. Because, according to her, even the best dancers in the world could not fake a connection.

I was relieved that I’d recalled her words at a period when Cyno was carefully leading me across the floor into a side-by-side position where I didn't have to hold eye contact with him. I wasn’t sure I could do so while recalling her words without flushing slightly.

But it was true; being with Cyno was easy to be with and I was always relaxed when I was with him. It was probably the only reason I was able to dance with him, period. And that was even accounting for the strange shyness that came from dancing with him that I never experienced when we were just talking.

With that said, though, I could tell the very instant he looked my way, mere seconds before spinning me so that my back was to him, where we did the same simple step motions that Nilou had taught us. Except this time with Cyno carefully holding me in front of him.

His grip tightened slightly on my hand that he held outstretched before he spun me outwards before we looked towards each other, a smile working its way onto my face as we did the one hand motion that we’d joked was so similar to raising the roof.

The idle smile stayed on my face as we separated and practically strutted our way around the dancefloor before, inevitably, returning to one another.

As soon as our arms wrapped around one another’s torso and we began to spin with our other arms outstretched, applause began. I found myself looking towards him once more, holding eye contact as I smiled slightly.

If nothing else, it sounded like Cyno had a good chance of winning his card. But what I saw in his eyes was not victory. Instead, it was a uniquely soft gaze filled with a quiet sort of awe that had the smile slipping from my face as I inhaled slightly in quiet surprise.

I twisted, though, reentering a more formal dance hold as he walked me across the dance floor, pausing slightly to lean back with me in an almost exaggerated motion.

Our motions slowed though as he led me back to the center of the floor, twirling me twice as if I were a dancer that was just as fluid as Nilou before he stopped me just as I had my back to him.

I inhaled slightly, bracing myself as I leaned back against him, and he lifted me carefully as he spun, which had another round of applause starting up as I exhaled. Relieved that we’d managed what was probably the most difficult move in our choreography while also not knowing what to think.

He sat me down, and I spun out, my hands finding his as I faced him before he twirled me and leaned me down into a dip. Far lower than either of the past ones, as our dance ended and the song faded out so that we were surrounded, for at least a brief moment, by silence.

But then, as he pulled me back up, the applause began with the announcer all but bellowing that he did believe we’d found our winner, even as Cyno’s eyes stayed on mine.

I didn’t know which one of us smiled first, but soon both of us were smiling at each other as people cheered around us.

I may not have ever seen myself doing the hustle with Cyno in my future, but I could certainly say that I was glad it had happened. And I could definitely see it happening again. Perhaps even sooner than one might expect.

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