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sturncrazy · 4 months

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SPLASH

Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

warnings: SMUT nsfw 18+(um lang, y/n receiving, unprotected, cream pie —assume ur on bc—-semi public/sneaky, nothing too crazy)

authors note: AW ITS KINDA CUTE GUYS. here’s the other matty poo idea i had since y’all seem to eat him up always hehe.

summary: you join some of your friends on a trip to get over a breakup and end up having a heart to heart talk during a late night swim with matt….but talkings not all you end up doing…

word count: 3,431w

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“hey y/n get your suit on! we’re gonna swim!” nick said, peering in through your half opened door.

“mkay” you nodded back, forcing a smile. it’d been a split second decision to force yourself to join your friends on this trip. Nick had suggested you come to try and get your mind off of things. you and your boyfriend had broken up only 2 weeks ago, after you found him cheating on you. it’d been a long time coming and had almost never been a good relationship, but a breakup is a breakup and you were still reeling from it. you pulled out a stringy bikini, then threw an oversized t shirt on top. the house you were staying at was large and out in the middle of nowhere. the pool was a significant distance behind the house which gave it a cool secluded feel during the day, but at night the walk alone was a little eerie. you fears washed away though as you got close enough to see your friends splashing around and their laughter became audible, only lit by the purple pools lights. it brought a smile to your face and you felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while. you and your friends hung around together for a couple hours, getting late into the night when chris decided he was hungry and needed a snack. the nearest convenience store was about 20 minutes away and would be closing soon so chris and the 3 of others decided to do a junk food run, leaving just you and matt. matt had been your friend since 7th grade, but the two of you hadn’t gotten to hang out as much in the last year cause he made your ex so nervous. he was always convinced you had feelings for matt. at one point he might’ve not been wrong, but you’d never tell a soul that.

“ok last chance guys! you want anything?” nick shouted as the others ran back towards the house.

“skittles!” said matt

“oo can you get me some twizzlers?”

“yup!” nick said running off

“think he listened?” matt said wading through the water to the edge where you were sitting, dangling your feet in.

“oh definitely not” you laughed

“you should come in the water! it’s really warm”

“but then when i get back out i’ll be cold” the outside air had dropped enough to feel the slightest of chill of fall.

“so? you can borrow my sweater if you want” said matt sweetly, always a gentleman

“come on! have some fun!” he teased splashing only enough to spray a few droplets on your thighs. you could never say no to him. you stood up and pulled your tshirt over your head. matt looked up at you, his mouth slightly ajar, before he quickly glanced away. you figured he’d zoned out. you cannonballed in, intentionally hitting matt with a wave of water.

“asshole” he laughed, splashing you as you came back up for air. you grinned at him and shook the wet hair out of your eyes and paddled to sit on the pools steps. matt joined and sat next to you. he leaned his arms against the the pools edge, the water only coming up to his mid stomach. you stole a glance at his toned torso and arms, tattoos glistening from the water. his eyes darted back to yours and he gave you a half smile.

“hey, you been okay? i didn’t wanna pry, but i head about the breakup” he said with concern

“oh…yeah. i’m okay i guess” you sighed

“he’s a real dick, y/n. i mean really. such an asshole. i wanted to kill him” you snorted

“you and me both” matt was on a roll in his rant and barely seemed to notice your comment

“i mean he has some fucking nerve treating you like that. you deserve like the best of the best and the fact that he didn’t didn’t see that—“

“aww matt” a warm fuzzy feeling spread over your skin at his words. he snapped back into remembering your presence and gave you a bashful look.

“i just think you deserve someone who treats you right. so good riddance to him” he said, splashing at an invisible presence off in the distance, trying to play cool. it was an adorably dorky move.

“thank you, matty” you said softly. he paused, and looked you intensely in the eyes.

“yeah always” he breathed out. the tension hung thickly in the night air. you turned your face away from his, hoping it would dissipate.

“and not that it matters, but i remember back in middle school when everyone was playing truth or dare, all the girls made fun of him for being a bad kisser” matt said, attempting to lighten the mood. it worked and you let out a laugh.

“yeah trust me, kissing wasn’t the only thing he was bad at”

“oooooo really” matt said grimacing. you nodded and dramatically shivered at the thought.

“yeah, honestly, don’t think there was a single time i wasn’t on top doing all the work. he’d sorta just lie there…like a corpse. and y’know…second he was done that was that. maybe 2 minutes each time.” matt’s jaw dropped

“whaaaat” you laughed as you glanced at your hands under the water, feeling nervous about talking about this with matt.

“that’s crazy. half the fun of sex watching the other person enjoy it” you felt your face flush as you raised your eyebrows at him

“what?” he chuckled back at your surprise

“nothing, i’ve just never heard you talk like that before” matt rolled his eyes playfully

“yeah well much to your surprise i have had sex before, y/n”

“well i know that…”

“just didn’t think i’d be good at it” he cut you off, teasingly. your face turned from flush to beat red, making you thankful for the dim lighting.

“hey, i wouldn’t be one to judge” you shrugged out, suddenly feeling painfully aware of your lack in experience.

“what do you mean?” matt questioned

“just…he was the only person i ever…y’know” you sheepishly avoided the words.

“had sex with?” matt filled in for you. you nodded and scrunched your face. he studied you for a minute.

“so you’ve never had good sex?” he asked, quietly. you felt so exposed you might as well have been naked.

“‘guess not” you mumbled avoiding is unwavering gaze.

“have to wait around for the next boy” you snickered to yourself

“isn’t that a bit of a gamble?”

“well what are my other options i mean youre the only guy i know who probably any good at sex—“ matt’s eyes widened. you slapped your hand over your mouth, panic beginning to settle in.

“oh my god—sorry—i—that came out wrong—i didn’t mean like you and me—like you need to show me—shit” matt just continued to look at you, his eyes burning holes into your skull. you buried your face in your pruning hands.

“well, why not” matt rasped out. you peaked through your fingers at him, his expression looked blank, but his chest rose rapidly, nervously. you dropped you hands.

“what” you almost whispered. he took a steadying breath.

“i said why not.” you tried to breath, but no air seemed to be available.

“what do you mean” matt gnawed at his lip before speaking again.

“i mean that you deserve to only feel amazing and i don’t want you to go around experimenting with more assholes and—“

“matt, i’m not gonna let you have pity sex with me” you scoffed out, embarrassment itching your whole body.

“that’s not what i meant y/n” he said in a hushed voice. you continued to babble over him.

“i mean i know you’re the nicest guy ever, but come on even you have to know you don’t have to fuck me to protect me from other bad guys—“

“i dont want you to fuck other guys at all” he sounded exasperated. you gave him a lost look. he exhaled, looking up at the sky for invisible answers.

“you don’t?” he looked back into your eyes, you felt like your heart could melt.

“of course not, y/n” your heart raced.

“okay” he furrowed his brow

“okay what?”

“okay yeah— i mean let’s—“ you inhaled, pulling yourself together and met his gazed

“i want you to show me” his chest rattled again.

“yeah?” he breathed out. you nodded, rapidly. he moved closer to you, your faces now inches apart. his eyes darted down to your lips. he smiled, and looked back up into yours, as one hand gently wrapped around your waist.

“okay” he rasped out as he brushed his nose against yours. he seemed to revel in the tension between you, before bringing his soft warm lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, but still delicate. it sent electricity through your chest and down to your fingertips. he brought his other hand up to your check and jaw, molding your faces together even more. matt pulledl his lips away from yours momentarily to whisper out

“you can touch me, y/n” you only then realized your arms had been cluelessly frozen by your sides. you eagerly brought them up around matt’s neck, immediately changing the tone of the kissing to something much more heated. he let out a sharp breath into your mouth before moving to come between your legs, both hands now grasping your waist. he pulled you closer and you wrapped your legs around his body, gripping into his hair. he let out a small groan against your lips and squeezed at your flesh in his hands. you sighed out at the feeling, opening your mouth against his which he took as an opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. your mouths locked together perfectly, as your hands begin to move from his hair to explore his chest, your fingertips roaming the skin of his body you’d only ever dreamed of getting to touch. you lowered your nails to just beneath his bellybutton, which elicited a genuine moan from him. you smiled against his mouth

“where did you learn that” he grumbled

“i have have a couple tricks” you said coly

“oh yeah?” he said between soft quick kisses

“so do i” he bit down lightly on your bottom lip, pulling with his teeth as he brought your hips up against his. you whined feeling him press against your bikini bottoms. he chuckled at your pathetic reaction and pushed your hair back from your neck. he lowered his lips down to the sensitive newly exposed skin and began to sloppily kiss a trail from your jaw to your collarbone, then began sucking and biting at your flesh.

“fuck” you moaned out, your eyes rolling back. you grasped at his taught upper arms.

“you like that?” he groaned against your skin, setting it ablaze with vibrations.

“yes” you sighed out, bucking your hips slightly against his, desperate for more than just the grazing pressure of him standing against you. he seemed to understand your every need and hooked his fingers through the flimsy ties of your bikini and pulled you harshly against him. you felt a hardness in his shorts pressing against your core and your mouth practically watered. his hands trailed back up your body and to your back where your top tied together.

“this okay” you nodded and pulled him back in against your mouth, not wanting to waste a moment for words away from his lips. he expertly untied the knots and slipped the clinging wet fabric of your chest, leaving your boobs exposed to the outside air. he tossed the fabric on the ground behind you as he looked down at your heaving chest.

“god” he groaned out, his eyes widening as he brought his hands to your boobs and pawed at the the soft flesh. he ran his thumbs delicately across your nipples watching you, as you tossed your head back in a moan. he slipped his hands behind your back again, bringing your bare skin flush against his

“you’re so beautiful” he huffed against your lips. you began to rock yourself back and forth against his blatantly obvious hard on, desperate to build some friction. he wrapped one arm around your thigh and lifted you up to the top dry step of the pool, completely taking you out of the water except for your calves. matt lowered himself down to his knees a few steps bellow you, and began to kiss your knees and inner thighs. your legs quivered, as your core ached for attention. his wide blue eyes looked up at you, his mouth only inches away from where you needed him most, as his fingers hooked to the sides of your swimsuit.

“can i?” he mumbled against your skin.

“please” you whined out. he pulled at the loose bows, undoing the flimsy cover easily. you lifted your hips for him to slide the fabric from between your legs. he parted your legs with his hands, his pupils dilating to blackness as he took in the sight of you entirely exposed.

“so perfect” he sighed almost in a trance

“matt—“ you whined desperate and impatient. he looked back up at you with a half smile

“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna make you feel so good” his words alone could’ve made you come undone. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he brought his warm wet mouth against your aching clit. he gently kissed at the bundle of nerves, making you thrust your hips up against his face hungry for more. he responded by beginning to drag his tongue in painfully slow circles around your clit.

“oh god—matt-“ you cried out, your fingers latching into his hair for support. he groaned against your sensitive bud.

“y’taste so good” your thighs squeezed his face as he began to move his tongue faster, flicking it it circles around your clit.

“oh fuck— that feels so good—“ you exhaled. one of his arms loosed it’s grip

as he brought his fingertips down to meet your folds. he broke his tongue away from your clit and rested his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh as his watched his own fingers drag up and down your dripping folds. you whined in torture and he brought his pointer and middle finger to your entrance pressing small torturous pulses against it, but not entering or giving you the fullness you needed. you were a mess at his touch, whining, moaning, and thrashing around, but he seemed to savor every minute of watching you. finally, he slipped his finger into your core and you cried out at the feeling.

“so pretty” he whispered again before starting to pump his digits in and out of you over and over, his fingers curving up expertly. the tension in your stomach began to form almost immediately. matt needed no clues in knowing what you needed and lowered his tongue back to your clit. your walls began to pulse around his fingers. you knew you were close.

“oh god—matt-i—“ you began to stutter out

“good girl. cum for me” he cooed. you fell apart with his permission and came undone. your legs stuttered as your high began to end and matt slipped his fingers out of you. he lifted himself back up to your level, leaning against the ledge behind you and kissing you again.

“see how good you taste” he said against your lips

“matt” you giggled slightly shocked against him, starting to close your legs. his grip latched back down on your thighs, stopping you.

“oh i’m not done with you yet” he growled through a slight smile, as he hoisted you up into the air. your wrapped your legs around him, as he carried you away from the pool to a nearby lounge chair. he laid you down on your back and climbed on top of you, between your legs. he pressed his still covered crotch against your exposed vulnerable entrance. you hissed, still sensitive from your recent orgasm. he stopped and pulled back from you

“you okay?”

“yes just sensitive” you let out a breathy laugh

“do you want to stop” the overwhelming look of concern in his eyes was adorable

“are you kidding me?” you said, wrapping your legs around him tightly, bringing him back down on top of you.

“thank god” he exhaled. you laughed as you began to kiss him again, rolling your hips up against him. he whimpered. you dragged your fingernails up his back and dug in slightly at his shoulders. he groaned again. the sound of him wanting you was enough to make you desperate all over. you continued to run your fingernails down his chest and to his waistband, snapping the elastic against his skin slightly. his stomach tensing at the feeling.

“take these off, matty” you whined.

“whatever you want” he pulled off from you and stood to the side, sliding off the shorts.

his rock hard dick sprung out free from the fabric and slapped against his stomach. your jaw opened slightly as your eyes took in the impressive size of him in front of you.

“what?” he chuckled

“youre so big” you said in genuine awe

“fuck you don’t know what you’re doing to me” he said, climbing back on top of you and needily yanking your legs up around him. the tip of his hard member rubbed against your clit as he continued to grind his hips against yours through your makeout.

“matt—“ you whined again, needing more.

“you sure you want to do this?” he asked looking into your eyes.

“yes matt—i want you so bad” you moaned to him

“fuck i’m all yours, baby” he said kissing you again, as he began to align himself with your entrance. he pushed himself inside you slowly and shuddered against you once he was all the way deep into your core. he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the extreme stretch before beginning to slowly thrust in and out and in and out of your pussy. the stretch and fullness of him made you cry out sounds like you’d never made before.

“fuck you feel so good. such a perfect tight little pussy” he huffed out between his calculated thrusts.

“oh god matt”

“taking me so well baby” he cooed

“shitt-feel so good inside me, matty”

“yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, huh baby?” he breathed against your ear, burying his head into your neck.

“so fucking much—oh god yes—faster”

“okay beautiful” he began to pick up the pace of his steady thrusts and you thought you’d see stars. each thrust of his dick equally hard and timed out as he slammed against your g spot. you clawed at his back desperately, which only seemed to encourage him to pick up his pace to an impossibly faster speed. you slurred out curses in between pornographic moans as your mind became a total blur. you could feel your second orgasm approaching.

“OHHH FUCK MATT YES”

“fuck you sound so good moaning my name like that y/n”

“MATT OH GOD IM GONNA”

“you gonna cum for me again, baby?”

“YES OH MY FUCK”

“be a good girl and cum all over my dick” your eyes blurred with tears of pleasure as your ears buzzed and your second orgasm took control of your body. matt let out an uneven moan as your walls rapidly pulsed around his cock.

“fuck—squeezing me so good—shit—i’m close—“

“mmmm” was all you managed to moan in response as he began to trust into you wildly and unsteadyily

“oh my fuck baby i’m gonna cum”

“cum matt—i wanna feel you cum” you panted

“OHH MY OH FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM NGHH IM CUMMING” the groaned out as he halted his thrusts deep inside you, shooting hot white ropes of his release into your throbbing core. he collapsed breathless on top of you. after a moment matt pulled himself off your chest and propped himself up by his forearms.

“have any fun?” he asked sheepishly

“are you KIDDING ME? holy SHIT” you said in total honestly

“not half bad right?” he laughed, reaching for his shorts.

“unreal” he handed you his sweater and leaned back down to kiss you again, but pulled away abruptly

“sorry—was that weird? i don’t wanna make you feel pressured—“ you wrapped your arms around his neck shutting him up with another kiss

“good luck if you think your getting away from me now”

“i wouldn’t dream of it”

—————————————————————————live for sweet matt smut always 🫶

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gyuhanniescarat · 1 year

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King of My Heart

happy birthday to my one and only, the loml, my mingoo, my GyuGyu <3 <3

• pairing: kim mingyu x afab!reader

• genres/tropes: smut (MDNI — If you’re not 18+, then see yourself to the door n let it kick ya on the way out, ‘mkay), fluff, established relationship, slice of life, idol mingyu, non-idol reader

• warnings: cross-mix of cute domestic smut with pure, utter filth, slight sub!gyu moment (reader calls gyu ‘baby boy’ like once), love-drunk reader, love-drunk n pussy-whipped gyu, insanely — slightly unnecessary — excessive use of petnames (reader calls gyu ‘babe’, ‘gyu’, ‘gyugyu’; gyu calls reader ‘angel’, ‘princess’, ‘baby girl’, ‘darlin’, ‘baby’), daddy kink, dirty talk, slight mean!dom mingyu (Mingyu is a fucking MENACE here), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), hair pulling (m receiving), praise kink (we all know Mingyu is a sucker for some praise) bulge kink, size kink (Sry not Sry, I am one of if not THE main proprietor of the MINGYU MONSTER COCK agenda), breeding kink (be safe, stay protected from babies and STI’s when intimate with a partner y’all), talks of pregnancy — no actual impregnation tho — let me know if i missed something luvvies!

• word count: 4.2k and some change

• request: no

• a/n: It’s the loml’s bday!!! Happy Mingyu day! I’ve had this blog for a year, and I just realized this is the FIRST full fic I’ve written for my favorite boy. This piece took on a mind of its own for real and became so so much more than I'd initially intended, but I guess that's to be expected when it comes to writing about Kim Mingyu. Tagging my fellow resident Gyuldaengie of the svthub server @onlymingyus out of love <3

You’re hard at work in the kitchen finishing dinner prep, when suddenly, you get pulled from your focus by the loud sound of the door to your and Mingyu’s shared apartment slamming open and shut. Gyu sluggishly glides into the living room, haphazardly tossing his bags on top of the coffee table. He unleashes a deep, exasperated sigh as his long and slender fingers run through his hair, his statuesque, athletically strong-built physique finally giving in to the utter exhaustion as he ungracefully plops into the couch.

From your position at the kitchen island, you watch Mingyu with worry as the sight of his tousled jet-black locks, bloodshot dark brown eyes, and rumpled clothes comes into view. As he stares off into the distance, one hand reaches up to rub away at his cheeks and jawline. Gently wiping your sauce and frosting-covered fingers off on the kitchen towel hanging over the oven door handle, you set aside the prepped meal and softly waltz over towards the couch.

“Gyu? You okay, babe? How did the recording session and dance practice filming go?” You question, resting a hand on your boyfriend’s knee as you sweetly gaze into his weary eyes. Mingyu’s hand reaches down to intertwine with the hand you placed on his knee and pulls you into his embrace. Basking in the warmth his muscular upper torso gives off, you wait for Mingyu to find the words to express what caused him to return home completely worn out. Breathing in the lingering, sweet scent of your rose-scented shampoo, Mingyu tries to calm himself down before he speaks, as he vowed to himself he’d never ever take out any negative emotions on you.

“Ughh, honestly… I’m beat, angel. It feels like I’m gonna drop dead any minute now. Recording wasn’t too bad, actually. But the dance practice was an absolute hellfire. We had to do so many fucking takes in order to make the choreography look its 10000% best. Sorry, I got home later than usual, princess.” Gyu starts off ranting, but ends, speaking to you like you hold the answers to all the stresses in his world. The way you grin so widely and gaze at him in pure love and adoration doing everything to heal Mingyu’s heart and mind from the chaos of his daily routine.

“Silly, silly boy. You don’t got nothin’ to apologize for, Gyu. I’m just glad you’re finally home, baby boy. Been waiting to snuggle with my GyuGyu and spend the rest of your special day together. It sucks when you have schedules on your birthday, but I hope some dinner and cake as we watch your favorite movie can make up for all the not-so-fun things you had to do today.” You giggle lightheartedly into his chest, glancing up into his chocolate eyes as your hands mischievously trace random shapes into his chest over his tight white t-shirt. Your mischievousness rubs off onto Mingyu as you note a shift in his now darkening eyes.

“Mhmm… as nice as an evening of dinner and a movie with my girl sounds… as hungry and thirsty I am for one of your home-cooked meals, there’s something else I’m feeling more hungry and thirsty for right now, baby girl.” Mingyu huskily growls, hands slipping under your frilly bustier and coming up near the hook of your blush lace push-up bra. “Mingyu” you whine out. “Ah, ah, ah. You should be saving those sweet, addictive noises for later, princess.” Mingyu lowly whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine from both his words and the warmth of his breath near your ear.

“I thought you were tired from work, Gyu? We… we don’t have to… if you’re feeling worn out from practice, babe.” You stammer out, nervously and innocently, eyes shifting away from making contact with Mingyu’s. Mingyu lightly chuckles and brings a hand under your chin, compelling you to look into his eyes, “I may be dead-tired, but I’m never too tired to take good care of my number one girl. Let me worship you and your stunning body, angel, ‘mkay?” “O-O-Okay, GyuGyu.”

“Mmph. You know ‘GyuGyu’ or ‘Mingyu’ isn’t my name right now, yea. What’s my special name during sexytime, princess? C’mon, say it for me. I know you can say it.” Mingyu prompts. “S-sorry d-d-daddy. I’ll be your good baby now.” You shyly mumble, still not confident in saying the pet name, despite all the years you’ve been having sex with your boyfriend. “Of course, you’ll be a good baby for daddy. You’re my cute, precious little baby girl, right? You want to make daddy feel good and have daddy make you feel good, yea?” Mingyu replies, easily picking you up from the couch with little effort.

You’re completely lost in the feelings of kissing Mingyu as he guides you from the living room and down the hall toward your bedroom. You don’t hesitate to help Mingyu out of his clothes along the way, one hand wrapped around his neck as the other hand reaches out to loosen the strings of his black sweats, causing the pair of bottoms to fall to the faux wood floors. Mingyu skillfully steps out of them whilst still enraptured by the spell of your lips. As the kiss deepens to a full-blown makeout session, the hand resting on his neck starts playing with the hair along the nape of his neck.

Mingyu stumbles through the threshold and clumsily tosses you on top of your california king mattress. He stalks towards the vanity area and brings your chair over right in front of the foot of the bed. “Since it’s my birthday, I can make a few wishes, yea, princess? So, my first birthday wish, Take off your clothes. Slowly. Give daddy a lil show, yea?”

“Gy-... Daddyyyy! Please!” You moan, already done with your boyfriend’s teasing foreplay. “Please, what, baby girl.” Mingyu scoffs slightly. “Daddy! I want you. I need you so so so bad right now. Please daddy, help me.” You cry, giving Mingyu your best pouty face. Mingyu looks at you with what you’d hoped was a real bit of giving in, but it’s just his mock sympathy. After all, you of all people should know by now.

Kim Mingyu is a tease. A fucking insufferable, cocky little shit of a tease. And what Kim Mingyu wants… he will get, one way or another.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You know better than that, little girl. Unless… do you want a punishment from daddy, princess? Cuz I can and will punish you, if that’s what you ask for.” Mingyu warns, trying to read your face to see if you’ll actually challenge him when he’s in fully dom mode. Feathery, dark-tinted eyebrows lifting just slightly before drawing together, you curl your soft pink-tinted lips together as you slowly slide deeper into subspace.

You sit up against the headboard, hands lowering down to grab the hem of your bustier and slowly slip it over your head, before randomly throwing the item of clothing somewhere in the room. One of your eyebrows slowly rises as yet another mischievous look pulls across your cute tiny face. “Bra on or off, daddy?” You cheekily question, noting the way Mingyu’s briefs seem to have started getting tight around his massive length. “Off. Take that cute little bra off right now, baby girl. You know how much daddy loves your pretty tits, darlin’.” Mingyu lowly mumbles, gaze intensely locked in on the view of the valley of your breasts.

Reaching back, you slowly and skillfully undo the clasp of your bra. You cutely chuckle to yourself as an idea pops inside your head, leading Mingyu to question what other ‘great’ idea you have up your sleeve. “Princess… what are you up to, huh?” Silently and with a beaming smile, you pull the cups of the bra away from your breasts and throw it right into Mingyu’s empty lap. “What’s this, baby girl?” He chuckles, fangs showing as his head tips back. “A present for daddy.” You answer. Mingyu turns his head in surprise, tongue poking out in response. “Well, thank you, baby. This is one of my favorite little bras of yours, it’s so pretty… but ya know where I think it’d look even prettier?” He rhetorically questions, chocolate eyes darkening to the point they're almost black. Your head tilts to the right in response, like a confused little lab puppy.

“On the floor. With the rest of your clothes, angel. Panties next. I’ll decide later what I wanna do with that cute little frilly skirt. Maybe, I won’t take it off. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll decide to fuck you in it.” He teases, yet again chuckling at the way your eyes widen in innocence. As if you have any innocence left in you when Mingyu’s been corrupting and intimate with you since the beginning of your relationship.

You gulp and swallow nervously, before gaining the courage to continue. Your hands slide underneath your skirt and up toward the waistband of your undergarment. Slowly, you pull the piece of fabric down your legs and slip it over your feet. Then, taking the lace panties in your hand you fling it into Mingyu’s lap. “Fucking hell. These… You… Oh my god… you fucking soaked through these panties, baby. Tell me, who made you so fucking wet, you ruined your little thong? Huh? Who is it that got you wet, baby girl?” Mingyu teasingly smirks, baiting you once again.

“You… You know, Gyu.” You groan, annoyed. Now it’s Mingyu who playfully tilts his head to the side, acting like the ever-so-cheeky golden retriever he’s always compared to. “I do? Oh, I don’t think so, princess. How can daddy simply read your mind? You gotta use your big girl words if you want daddy to know what you mean.” Mingyu playfully quips, referring to himself in the third person. Thrashing your head side to side and kicking your legs against the mattress, you whine, “You! You, you, you, You! It’s you, daddy! Only you can make me so fucking wet I ruin all my panties. I’m all wet for you, and only you, daddy! Please daddy, please touch me. Please use your fingers, or your mouth, or your c-c-cock… just use whatever you wanna give me!”

Standing up from the chair and coming closer to you, Mingyu grabs at the hem of his white t-shirt and pulls it over his head, exposing his defined pecs and well-chiseled abs to your wandering eyes. Biting down on your lip till you draw crimson and squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to stop the gushing from your core, Mingyu throws his head back and deeply laughs at the sight, “Somethin’ caught your eye, baby girl,” “I know you’ve got a lil tiddie, abs, and arm fetish… but damn princess, you’re looking at me like it’s your last meal.”

“Ha, Is it a crime to stare at my man? What can I say? You’re like a fucking model-level attractive, Gyu. You’re hot, sexy, handsome, a talented idol, and you’re so kind, caring, look out for people, and smart. Sometimes, I just can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you my boyfriend. But, even if you didn’t have the physique of a fucking greek god, I’d still love you.” You giggle, more than happily doting on your man, even during a spicy moment like this.

Mingyu is momentarily thrown off by the sudden sweetness in the air, but his heart swells with pride at the fact that he’s yours and you're his, and only his. Mingyu is truly the lucky one because he gets to call you his baby. “And you’re a fucking gorgeous queen, baby girl. So if anyone’s lucky here, it’s me who’s lucky to be the only man that gets to be with you like this. Now, come here, princess. I wanna taste you so damn bad, I actually just might lose my mind if I have to wait for a second longer.” He commands, nearly pulling you down the bed.

Mingyu lays flat on his stomach at the bottom of the bed, swiftly leaning down to kiss his way up your legs, stopping just near your core as he places a gentle peck on both your left and right inner thigh. “Mhmm… been thinkin’ ‘bout your tight little pussy all day long. Almost had to break away from the members and staff during a snack time, just to slip off to the bathrooms to get myself off on the thought of you, angel. I’ve had a fucking raging hard-on all day. Cheol and Wonu almost interrogated me ‘bout it after practice, baby girl.” He moans lowly, sending vibrations straight to your core.

“M-Min… I- Oh fuck, I need… I-” You shakily moan out, already feeling so incredibly fucked out without any stimulation from Mingyu. Mingyu looks up at the sound of you calling him, and he can’t say the view of you from this angle isn’t having an effect on him at this very moment. “Yeah, princess? Tell me what you need. I got you, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.” He groans, in response to the blissfully fucked out expression on your face. “Please, I need you to… Ahhh shit! I need you to use your tongue and fingers, please Gyu. Prep me to take your big juicy cock, daddy!” Your head falls back against the pillows, hands slowly coming up towards Mingyu’s head and gripping his soft, long, and curly raven locks.

Mingyu places his hands on either side of your hips and pulls your core into his mouth. Pulling his mouth back for a second, he collects a ball of saliva and spits it onto your clit. Strings of residual saliva connect from the corner of his bottom lip to your barren nub. Taking his thumb and placing it onto your clit, he rubs the wet liquid across the expanse of your clit, whilst his long and slender index and middle fingers slip deep into your walls, eventually curling once in deep, “Shit. Tight, so tight, so warm and wet, princess. No matter how many times I use my fingers on you, your tight little pussy somehow gets even tighter around my fingers. Fuck, I’m going to ruin this tiny pussy.”

“Gyu! Oh my god… ahhh ngggh… shit! M-More, I need more daddy! Pleaseeee.” You whine, the pitch of your voice growing higher. “More? You’ve already got two of my fingers deep in your pussy, and my tongue flicking your clit. What more do you need, princess?” Mingyu questions, momentarily pulling his tongue away from your sensitive nub. “I need more. Feels like ‘m gonna cum soon. Please give me another finger, I can take it, daddy. You know I can take it.” You beg, lightly pulling on a few strands of his hair. “Okay. Daddy’ll give you what you want. Say ‘thank you’, baby girl.” Mingyu replies, smirking at how you become increasingly more fucked out.

“Thank you, daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…. T-th-thank you. You’re so good to me daddy. It feels so fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good, daddy!” You moan out, like a mantra. Ever the people pleaser he is, your praises go in one direction… and that’s… straight to Mingyu’s big fat dick. The praise you give him damn near snaps the last bits of his resolve and willpower. Reminding you to continue taking slow, deep breaths, Mingyu gently slips a third finger into the walls of your pussy and rubs circles along your clit with his thumb. “Let it go, angel. Cum for me, baby girl. Cum all over my fingers and the sheets. You know you want to, darlin’.” Like magic, Mingyu’s words do just the trick to compel your body to jump over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm hits hard, splotches of white dots lining your vision for a minute. Your climax is so intense your thighs uncontrollably shake. “That’s it, princess. Just like that, yea. Cum for me, keep cumming for me, baby girl. I promise your next orgasm is gonna feel all the more better.” Mingyu coos, coaxing you through the aftershocks of your climax.

Vision finally clearing up, coming back down to the space of your shared bedroom, you take deliberate breaths, steering yourself away from any haze and overstimulation. “Fucking hell, Gyu. That was fucking otherworldly how you did that.” You laugh, pulling your tall, muscular, long-limbed man back up the length of the bed, and directing his lips toward yours. “You taste sweeter than the sweetest fruit, baby girl. Can you taste yourself on my lips still?” Mingyu praises, laying the endless nothings on thick, as his hands rub circles into your hip bones. “Shit, I do taste good, don’t I, daddy…” You giggle, licking your lips and blissfully beaming at the man hovering above you. “You taste so fucking good, darlin’. I’d honestly eat you out all damn day if I could.” He chuckles, wholeheartedly laughing with his whole chest.

“Your turn now, daddy. I wanna return the affection and make you feel good too. Second wish, daddy? Anything you want?” You ponder. Mingyu suspiciously hmms, pretending to be thinking about what he wants, when he clearly already knows and more likely than not has known exactly what he’s wanted since the moment he stepped through the door of your apartment tonight.

What Kim Mingyu wants, he will get, one way or another.

“Hmm… while the idea of your pretty lips wrapped around my cock does sound quite nice, I have other plans. I need to be buried balls deep inside of your tight little pussy, my cock making your cute tummy bulge from how deep inside I am, feeling your tight, tiny walls clenching down on my cock, as I breed you nice and full… filling your little cunt with my cum till my seed takes and knocks you up. I wanna make you a cute little mommy. Your petite little frame would look so cute with a round stomach full of my babies, your pretty tits growing as your milk comes in. You’d be the prettiest, sexiest little mama alive. Don’t you want my babies, princess? Imagine it, baby girl.” Mingyu suggests, knowing you’ve always had an infinity for babies and motherhood.

Throwing your head back deeper into the pillows, you bite down on your lips, hard, in an attempt to stifle the feral moans threatening to spill their way out your lips. “Oh-ho-ho, you’re getting turned on by the idea of carrying my babies, and being my hot little baby momma, aren’t you, baby? Should I make you a momma then, angel?” He chuckles, in response to the way you moan and seemingly tighten around his length at the thought.

“Gyu! Gyu, Oh god, yes, yes, yes! Mhmm… Ohh fuck, Ohh fuck, Ohhhhh fuckkk! So fucking good. You’re always so fucking good to me, daddy! God yes, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! You’re so fucking big, Gyu! Oh god, it’s like your cock is gonna rearrange my guts and tear me open. Just like that, daddy! Just like that. Oh, fucking shit! I love you, Kim Mingyu. I love feeling your cock so deep inside of my little pussy.” You repeatedly moan, deep in subspace and even deeper in a hormone-filled daze. Nails alternating between gripping tightly onto Mingyu’s beefy biceps and roaming his back muscles.

“Your tiny little pussy is so greedy for my cum, darlin’. Your wet, tight cunt is sucking me in so deep, Don’t you feel it? Look, baby, look at how desperately your pussy wants me inside.” Mingyu grunts, grabbing one of your hands and trailing it down in the direction of your stomach and core. “Ya feel that, baby girl. Can you feel your cute little stomach bulging every time I push my cock deeper inside you? I’m in so deep, it feels like my cock is gonna hit your cervix for sure. Your tiny cunny is working overtime just to take my whole cock inside you, but even though I’m stretching your tight little walls out to the max right now, we all know your perfect little pussy is just gonna tighten up even more again.”

“Fu-ff-fuck… Oh my fucking god! I- M-Mm… Mingyu! ‘M gonna, ‘m gonna… Oh my god! Aaaahhhh…. Ngggghhh. D-dd-don’t… mhmm fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, Oh god! Mingyu, don’t you dare fucking stop. Don’t fucking stop, just like that, fuck… Just like that, daddy! Oh my god, Gyu, it’s so fucking good. I feel so fucking good… so so so fucking good. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me. I’m… mhmm shit, shit, shit! I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours! I’m yours and only yours, forever okay…” You loudly cry, tears spilling down your eyes from the mix of the intense pleasure coursing through your veins and the strong, overflowing love you feel for Kim Mingyu.

“Damn right you are, angel. Mine! You’re mine forever and I’m only yours. I love you so much, y/n. Thank you for being with me all this time, thank you for giving me the great privilege of getting to be with you, of getting to call you my one and only baby. Thank you, baby girl.” Mingyu softly whispers, gently caressing your face and lovingly gazing into your eyes like you’re the only girl in his world.

“You said you wanna make me your hot little baby mama, yeah?” You ask so casually, throwing the usually confident, cocky little shit off his game. Taken aback by the out-of-the-blue line of questioning, Mingyu is frozen in place for a moment. His chocolate eyes widened in sheer surprise and disbelief at the string of words he just heard. Yes, he has thought hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions of times about the idea of further making you his girl by impregnating you with his ropes of cum. He’d have to be a damn fool to not have an unspoken desire to see you pregnant with his child.

“I… It-It w-ww-was.. ‘nt… I... are you sure princess?” He stammers, nervously, feeling his blood run cold as he simultaneously feels beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. You lightheartedly giggle, as a wide, bright smile etches across your face, your legs working to wrap around your boyfriend’s waist and trap the man in your embrace. “Gyu, I told you. I love you. I’m yours, only yours. Would it be such a bad idea if we started trying to have a family of our own? I wanna have your babies, Gyu. I wanna make you a daddy for real.” You sweetly admit.

“Of course, I’ve thought many times about you being pregnant with my children. I’d be a fool not to think about how you’d be and look with a child, with my child, our child, but this relationship is a two-person team. So, I don’t wanna put you in any position where it feels like you don’t have a say. I’m just trying to make sure you really want this, baby. As hot as the idea of me possibly knocking you up is, it’s way more than that. Pregnancy is no joke, baby girl. What do you think, angel? I’m open to the idea of trying if that’s something you’re also open to.” Mingyu confesses, nerves running rogue and heart beating a million miles a minute. “Hmm…” You trail off, both mimicking Mingyu’s earlier action and actually giving deep thought to the idea of a family with Mingyu.

“I’m open to it, Gyu. We’re two hot ass people, so our babies would be some pretty and handsome as hell little humans. I wanna have your babies, Gyu. Now, cum for me, babe. Cum inside me, breed me nice and full, daddy! Make me a hot little baby mama, and I’ll make you a hot, sexy ass dilf that all the guys wish they were, and all the girls wish they could get with. Make me yours even more, daddy. Breed me, fill my tiny cunt with every last drop of your hot, thick cum. Breed me, daddy.” You sultrily moan, pulling Mingyu in closer despite already being pressed up right against each other.

“Ohh fuck! You’re gonna be the death of me one day, princess.” Mingyu groans, throwing his head back. “What an iconic way to kick the bucket, babe.” You giggle brightly, kissing and licking a trail of love bites down the side of his neck and along his clavicles. “Oh my god, you’re a menace, a little vixen.” Mingyu feigns shock. “Uhh…. excuse me! I’m the menace?! You, sir… Oh, let’s see… who’s the one that pulled us both away from the notion of having the dinner I worked hard to make because they were ‘hungry and thirsty for something else?’ Oh, wait… I do believe that was you who said those very words, Kim Mingyu.” You scoff, in disbelief at your boyfriend.

“I mean… can you really blame me, if I’m about to make you have the fucking orgasm of your life, darlin’? You’re the one who asked to be bred by daddy Gyu.” Mingyu counters, throwing you off your game now.

Kim Mingyu is a tease. A damn menace. A fucking ethereal, otherwordly cross-breed of model-level, actor-level, idol-level visuals and greek god physique. A man who seems too good to be true. But you truly wouldn’t have it any other way. Kim Mingyu is yours and you’re the luckiest person in the world to be his.

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weluvsosa · 2 years

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𝐀𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒

pairings # bakugou , izuku , shoto , kirishima

cw # not much really — mentions of lactation kink , biting , marking , mentions of sex

# izuku

mkay not gonna lie he definitely seems like the type to say “i like personality” when someone asks him whether he prefers ass, thighs, or tits

but honestly…he love him some titties, especially yours

they’re just so nice to look at, every little movement you make they’re just bouncing away and he’s literally in a trance

he loves when you where those little crop tops that barely covers your tits, instantly gets him hard and have the urge to pounce on you

not to mention how soft and squishy they feel, whenever he’s having a bad day he just likes putting his hands in your bra and squeezing away as he rants to you.

whenever you two are cuddling his hands instantly latches onto your chest, kneading your boobs as he pulls you closer to him

honestly he’d probably have a lactation kink—the way he harshly sucks on your breast and his teeth gently tugs at your nipple as he whines like he’s just waiting for some milk to come out…definitely wouldn’t mind being breastfed by you.

# bakugou

ass. that’s not even a question foreal.

big or small — doesn’t matter the shape or size he LOVESSS him some ass

no matter where you’re at or what’s going on, he’s gonna make the effort to touch your ass in some way

he purposely buys you booty shorts so he can watch your ass jiggle as he watches you walk around the house, the shorts not even covering you all the way so the bottom of your ass is showing

100% loves backshots so he can feel your ass clapping against his dick and so he can get a good grip of it, nails digging into the meaty flesh

and spanking? you don’t even have to ask. he’ll take any opportunity to bend you over his leg and harshly slap your ass, watching in awe as the flesh ripples under his aggressive hits

you’ve lost count of how many times you caught him staring at your ass

whenever the two of you are laying down he always opts to lay on top of your ass, calling it his pillow

like…he loves your ass so much he’s offered to eat it

# shoto

i 100% think he’d be into tits too

this lowkey ties into his mommy issues too but we’re not gonna get into that this episode

you’ve literally been talking to him and he would just stare blankly at your boobs, not caring about whatever you were talking about

he would never tell you but he would love to motorboat you.

shoto loves missionary so he can watch your tits bounce up and down every time he slams into you, it damn near puts him in a trance

he loves buying you the corsets that push your tits all the way up, it’s a guilty pleasure for him

along with izuku—he also likes sucking them like a baby trying to get some milk, but he would also litter dark hickeys all over your breast, he loved seeing your tits marked up.

i feel like he’d show them off to his friends too: “look at this picture of y/n” — “she looks so pretty!” — “yeah, her tits are pretty too aren’t they”

# kirishima

THIGHS. THIGHS. THIGHS.

HE’S IN LOVEEE WITH THIGHS!!

every since you two got together, you’d notice that his hand always had to be on your thigh— in the car, in a restaurant, the two of you could literally just be watching a movie and boom his big hand is on your thigh

he just loves how squishy and soft they are :(

don’t get me started on when you where thigh highs or thigh garters— kiri will quite literally foam at the mouth at the sight.

sometimes he’d just stare at them and squeeze and poke and play with your thighs when he’s bored, and boy is he bored a lot.

i think he would be so into eating your pussy all the time because of how your thighs clench around his head — borderline crushing him but he just loves it so much.

always biting and kissing your thighs

even when he’s not eating you out, kiri just likes to lay his head in between your thighs as he scrolls on his phone.

#anime smut #my hero academia #izuku smut #bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #mha smut #bakugo smut #mha kirishima #kirishima smut #todoroki shōto #shoto todoroki #todoroki smut #— sosa’s writes ✎

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which jungkook kisses you for the first time.

> fluff, lowkey suggestive ig / wc: 1.5k

> warnings: kissing <3 ?

note: something short and sweet. but also think i had like three heart attacks writing this.

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“i’m bored now. do you want to kiss?”

power interruption at midnight. too small of a kitchen. your chair at the end of the table, infront of the fridge. jungkook on your left, behind him- the sink. a laptop that died in the middle of a ‘the good place’ episode you had downloaded the night prior, few inches away from the candle light illuminating your wide eyes looking at him innocently.

you dip the popsticle stick in the jar of honey yet again, smearing the sweetness across your lips. it seaps in between the crack, and you swallow it down unwittingly, your tongue almost numb from the past fifteen minutes of dipping the stick and sucking the honey from it.

jungkook is rendered speechless, following your seemingly sinless actions with an awe-struck expression on his face. his breath hitches when your thumb swipes under your bottom lip and you suck on it as you feign naivety.

but boy, does he know better.

you frown at him in impatience, tapping your cold foot against the leg of your chair. “mkay. guess not. no hard feelings.”

the more time jungkook spent with you, the bigger of a fascinating enigma you became. your tongue rises without much ado to speak out whatever’s on your mind, and you ask him if he wants to kiss the same way one asks another about the weather. you make either the corniest or dirtiest jokes then hit him on the arm or thigh before hiding your face. you never not cry when watching a pixar movie, and you bawled your eyes out once over the phone ranting about the bad day you had and its correlation to murphy’s law.

at the same time, it doesn’t take much to make you smile. cat videos. tulips. remembering that your favorite flower is tulips. tteokbokki. chewy boba balls. good morning and good night texts. butterfly-shaped things. cloudy sky. holding hands. touching his hair. his voice. nostalgia-inducing songs. the show he’s been watching with you for the past week— the good place.

oh my god. he hasn’t kissed you yet. he knows all these things, and he hasn’t kissed you yet. how does he know you’re ticklish above the curves of your waist but not the feeling of your lips against his?

cracks form on your little facade of nonchalance when you lose feeling in your hands all the way to your fingertips, the jar of honey slipping away from your weakened grip. it doesn’t break but rolls on the ground, a steady stream of the sticky liquid spreads on the oak flooring, saturating its rather light color.

because you learn that jungkook is the type to hold your neck when he’s kissing you, and his hand moves to back of your head to grip your hair when he starts using tongue, almost as if he knows you’ll need to be tugged back into reality because oh my god, you can feel yourself drowning in him. you’ve always known he is a passionate lover, he has to be, but all the nights you spent imagining your first kiss did not prepare you for this. not rushed or slow, but addictingly sensual and sweet. coaxing you to fall deeply in love, to make him the center of the universe.

good heavens, his lips are so soft.

there is no oxygen in your lungs or coherent thoughts in your head. jungkook and honey. the only two things that make sense. the only two things you perceive.

but you will yourself to lean back, pushing away his shoulders lightly. his drunk eyes meet yours, tongue darting out to lick off the remaining honey on his cherry pink lips. he can only taste and smell honey. in fact, he even feels it seaping past the heels of his feet. uncomfortable. wet. sticky. but he can’t give two fucks because if he doesn’t taste more of it from your tongue he’s convinced he will die from the yearning of a broken heart.

“no, more. c’mere.” he murmurs in a daze, bending over to your level with his head tilted to the side, desperate to satiate his thirst, but you lean back again to avoid his lips.

“no ‘more’. the next person to kiss me has to be my boyfrie-”

you’re rudely interrupted by his voracity. he stubbornly cages your face in his big hands and connects his lips with yours. your hands close into fists, and you punch your thigh in frustration because you don’t have the strength it takes to pull away for the second time. not when you’re enjoying it this much.

it feels far too real to be a dream, but you’d hate to deprive yourself of an experience that feels as raw and heavenly.

he leaves a tender peck on your lips before completely pulling away, shaky and breathless as his heart races inside his chest. he anchors each of his hand on your chair and the table, leaving you trapped with nowhere to go. you look up at him with glossy eyes as you try and process what the fuck just happened.

this man made of dreams, tan skin kissed by the warm glow of a flickering flame, has made it his mission to mess with your head and to make a home in your heart.

“i am your boyfriend, baby.”

the pet name forces you to bite back a foolish smile, but god, you want to run laps across the street and scream at the edge of a cliff because why does it sound so sweet and loving coming from him?

fuck it being cliche. to you, he invented it.

you roll your eyes, unable to hide the giddy smile growing on your face. “well, you kissed me again so you have to take responsibility. i don’t just let anyone kiss me as much as they want, you know?”

jungkook chuckles in amusement. you never fail to sound so convincing. if you endorsed a rag as a luxury item, he would definitely buy it.

he actually needs one to clean off the spilled honey all over your kitchen floor. where do you keep those again?

he turns your chin to his direction, greeting you with a playful grin. “then that means i’m allowed to kiss you all i want from now on, right?”

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“jungkook! the light is green!”

your familiar voice and the continuous honking from behind snaps out your boyfriend from watching the flashbacks of your first kiss playing inside his head like a movie scene. his car finally starts moving forward, and he glances at you briefly with a wince.

“you need to stop daydreaming on the road! what if i wasn’t here?” you scold him with a whine, the angry honking of the car from earlier still ringing in your ears.

this is why driving isn’t for you.

“sorry, baby. i swear it doesn’t happen often.”

you frown, glaring at him from the passenger seat. “better not. can’t have you in a car accident or i’ll go insane.”

jungkook smiles guiltily. “don’t worry. can’t have you going insane either.”

you don’t respond anymore, sinking back on your seat as you entertain yourself with watching the terrifyingly tall buildings of seoul fall behind you like dominoes.

that’s until your gaze falls on jungkook’s hand intertwined with yours on top of your thigh.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.” you reply softly, pressing a small kiss on the back of his hand.

meanwhile, jungkook finds himself oddly disappointed to see that the bee on his sideview mirror has flown away. when did his little winged friend leave?

as soon as he stops at another red light, he hastily removes his seatbelt to reach over for you. you watch in bewilderment as he almost hits his face with it.

“baby, may i have a kiss?”

you giggle, amused with your man pleading for you with his wide doe eyes. what kind of daydreaming was he so invested in back there, huh?

“you need it that bad?”

he nods eagerly.

you grant him a sweet smack, but he knows what he wants, and he gets it for himself. he pulls you back in by the neck for a deep kiss, slower than usual, almost as if he’s memorizing the feeling, burning it into memory. you get swayed by the intimate communication of his affection, and your nails unconsciously dig in on his forearm. he swallows down a hiss.

every kiss shared with you since four years ago tastes the same to jungkook. the honey lingers in his memory, in his mouth. and still, he finds himself craving more of it in his every waking moment. you truly did something life-changing back then, coating your lips with a lifetime’s worth of a love spell.

he settles down on the driver’s seat with a satisfied smirk painted across his face. you squint at him suspiciously as he fastens his seatbelt back on.

“what’s that smile for?”

“nothing.”

the cheeky raise of his eyebrow says otherwise, however. you got yourself a bratty boyfriend, you think to yourself with a sigh.

“yah, what’s that sigh for?!”

you teasingly exaggerate the shrug of your shoulders as you scrunch your nose.

“nothing.”

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omgjwon · 10 months

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Tᕼᗴ ᑭᗴᖇᖴᗴᑕT ᑭᗴᗩᖇ ( 양 정원 🌙 )

pairing: jungwon x gn!reader

warnings:food,

genre: fluff fluff and more fluff

wc:0.8K

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“won” you spoke as you sharply turn your head up to face your boyfriends who was currently lying beside you on your sofa watching funny monkey videos on YouTube.

“yeah babe” he responded eyes still glued on the monkey

“this might sound random but do you think we have any pears?”you questioned before reviving a rather questionable side eye from him.

“hey! Don’t Side eye me!” You yelled playfully before a pout grew on your lips.

“I’m just joking” he chuckled “but i don’t think we have any pears around here” jungwon sighed before quickly standing up

“Where are you going” you frowned not wanting your boyfriend to leave.

he zipped up his jacket before saying “I’m gonna go get you a pear”

“No no no! It’s fine you don’t have too I don’t even want one anymore!” you responded quickly not wanted to be an inconvenience to him

“you sure you don’t want one anymore?” He raised one eyebrow

“Yeah I’m sure” you said even though you most definitely still wanted a pear

“Well riki asked me to go meet him before he goes back to Japan for a week so Im gonna get going anyway” jungwon muttered

“Oh well have fun” you replied trying to make it sound like you were happy that he was leaving to go hang out with Niki

“I’ll try, Niki can get a bit goofy sometimes” you boyfriend sighed before making his way back over to you and placing a long kiss right on your lips

After a while he broke the kiss before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and Whispering in that same ear

“I’ll be back soon baby ,mkay?”

you nodded hopping that he wouldn’t be able to tell that you didn’t want him to leave

“Bye wonnie..” you muttered under your breath as you heard the door slam.

You tried to entertain yourself but you ended up getting bored quickly therefore you decided your best option was to take a nap, you placed your head down on the pillow and before you knew it you were fast asleep

*BANG* you felt yourself jolt awake at the sudden noise

“Babe I’m back!” You heard your boyfriends voice say from the kitchen After connecting the dots you were able to use your sleeping brain to come to the conclusion that jungwon had just got back from hanging out with Niki and that the Big Bang was the front door.

You smiled before making your way to the kitchen

“There you are!” He yelled excitedly before opening his arms for you signaling he wanted a hug

You happily ran into his arms before smiling into his chest

“How was Niki?” You asked him curious to know if there was any hot gossip going around.

“Actually I didn’t meet Niki i did something else that was very important” jungwon declared with a sense of pride in his eyes

“Go on” you uttered

“I got you something” he smirked before taking out a box of pears from a bag

“YOU GOT ME PEARS?!?! But I told you not to get me them :(“ you frowned

“Yeah but I know you better then that, I know you 100000% wanted those pears so I had to get them” jungwon muttered

“thank you thank you thank you!!!! I wa s really craving these today” you ranted before opening up the large box and grabbing a pear, just as you were about to take a bite jungwon grabbed your arm.

“Before you get stinky pear breath can I have a thank you kiss?” He pouted cutely and you couldn’t help but give him what he wanted

After your little thank you make out sesh kiss jungwon said something that almost made you drop your pear to the ground

“Y’know I had to drive for over an hour to find a box of pears. is there some kind of trend going on that involves pears?”

“YOU DROVE FOR HOW LONG?!?!” You gasped in shock “and no there is no trend I just really wanted some, but anyway back to the first topic, why did you drive that long to get me pears?” You frowned feeling bad that you unintentionally made you boyfriend drive around the whole city looking for a fruit.

“Why wouldn’t i I’ve got to get the perfect pears for my perfect pair”

Jungwon smirked as he spoke

“You definitely practiced that on your 1 hour pear expedition” you giggled “still can’t believe you did that tho”

“Anything for you” he sighed before picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom for a cute cuddle session

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CHRISTMAS SUCKS- jxdn

pairings: bakugokatsuki x femblkreader !

summary: christmas sucks without you.

warnings: vouyrism, slight feet, car fingering, spit, daddy kink, missionary, doggy,choking, hair pulling. biting, scratching, slapping,choking, creampie

bakugo katsuki hates christmas. he hates the decorations, hates the cheeriness, hates the music, hates the movies but most of all…he hates the loneliness.

bakugo katsuki was already aggravated because of all his friends being so excited about the holidays but now he has to go to a christmas party hosted by shitty hair and racoon eyes?

bullshit!

“you gotta come bro, everyone’s coming, including y/n” kirishima says over the phone. bakugo rolls his eyes before thinking about it. being at a party with y/n or staying home….

“fine i’ll go” he decides he’d rather see y/n then just sit in his house drowning in sorrow. “well fyi, the dress code is ‘santa casual’”. what the fuck does that even mean?

bakugo shakes his head before closing his eyes. “the fuck is that?” he asks as he rubs his temple’s, showing obvious signs of being stressed out. “you gotta wear santa attire bro, santa hat…santa jacket, y’know” kirishima eggs on trying to get his best friend to understand.

“mkay, i got it shitty hair” bakugo doesn’t wait for kirishima to respond before hanging up on him. muttering a quick ‘fuck’ before throwing his phone on his kitchen island. bakugo had no idea what he was going to do.

“good morning bakugo” you say cheerfully over the phone. it's currently 9:05am and bakugo just came back from his morning run, so getting your phone call was definitely unexpected.

“what’s wrong?” he sits at the kitchen island ready to hear you rant about whatever you want, because he was willing to listen only if it came from you.

“i just heard that you're coming to the christmas party.” you voice is as sweet as a honey as it flowed through his phone speakers. “yea, shitty hair roped me into going” your laugh is heard through his speakers instantly making his heart skip two beats.

“well i hope i’ll see you tonight” you say teasingly over the phone before he hangs up. bakugo let’s out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. he quickly stands up and walks to his room to figure out what the fuck he’s gonna wear.

he goes through his wardrobe and finds a pair of black jeans and decides to pair it with a pair of black doc’s. “santa jacket” he scoffs before rolling his eyes.

bakugo quickly picks up his phone before unlocking it and going straight to kirishimas contact.

i don’t have a santa jacket….

i knew this was gonna happen, i brought an extra one!

bakugo makes his way to the bathroom to take a shower. he starts to undress himself as quickly as possible so he could just get in and get out.

after his shower bakugo does his skin routine and begins to get dressed. “fuckin party” he mutters as he begins to put on his skin tight black shirt. once his pants and shirt is on he begins to put in jewelry, a simple gold chain and a gold watch.

he sprays himself with his versace men, before checking himself out in the mirror making sure he looks good.

he grabs his phone and stuffs it in his pocket before putting on his black north face, making sure he has his keys before walking out his house and into his garage. he gets in his glossy black jeep wrangler before pulling off.

loud music feels his ears as he pulls up to kirishima and mina’s shared house. “fuckin loud” he mummers to himself as we walks up to the porch, deciding not to knock on the door since nobody would hear it anyways.

“bakubroooo, welcome!” kirishima shouts as bakugo walks through the door. “shut up” bakugo shoots at him making kirishima laugh.

“the jacket is up stairs in my room, go get it” kirishima points up stairs to his room and patting bakugo’s back, sending him off.

bakugo makes his way through his bestfriends house filled with drunk sweaty people, swaying their hips to the loud non-christmas music. the smell of liquor and weed overwhelming him a bit as he walks up the short amount of steps.

bakugo makes it to the room and instantly sees the red santa jacket laying on kirishimas bed. he picks up the red jacket and puts it on before fixing it up a bit. he walks over to a full body length mirror and examines how he looks before letting out a ‘tut’.

he makes his way down stairs thinking of you made it here yet, what you're wearing, and how you're wearing it.

it was no secret that bakugo has the fattest crush since your u.a days. the two of you were definitely flirty with each other but it’s never gone further than that.

“bakugo hurry up!” mina’s chipper voice is heard through the loud crowd making bakugo roll his eyes. he makes his way through the crowd faster so he doesn’t have to hear her annoying voice again.

bakugo makes it to the group and chuckles a bit seeing his friends in costumes. “dunce didn’t get the memo?” he looks at denki’s body clad in an elf costume. denki puts his head down in shame while everyone laughs at him. but bakugo’s laughs stops when he sees you.

your body wrapped in a very short fluffy santa dress, black knee high chunky boots giving you a few extra inches but not too much. your straight black hair with white highlights being covered by a santa hat that has your name plastered on the fluffy white part.

“shit” he mutters under his breath praying to god that nobody heard him. “oh katsuki!” you make your way over to him slowly before stopping in your tracks, you throw him a big smile showing off your pearly white teeth.

“sup dumbass” you push your body against his as you pull his body into a big hug, even with your boots on you still have to tippy toe to be able to kiss him on his cheek. you feel his arms wrap around your waist as his cheeks heat up against your lips.

“i missed you, haven’t seen you in weeks” you exclaim as you stand next to him. slowly examining his outfit as you wait for his response.

“mhm” he looked down at you throwing you a smirk that had you thanking god that he can’t see your cheeks heat up. “where’d you get the hat from?” he asked, flicking the little white fluffy ball making you let out a small giggle. “my niece made it for me” you look up with those pretty eyes that he adored so much.

he shimmy’s his wallet out his pants before going in to fish out a $2000 yen (= $20 bill.) handing you the money and smirking. “tell her to make me one with dynamite on the front.” but before you could respond he was walking away leaving you there with the money in your hand.

a couple hours later and everyone’s conversing with each other and enjoying everyone’s company but bakugo was enjoying your company the most. “the eggnog is soo good kiri!” you compliment the man’s spiked eggnog that he made. “thanks, you should offer bakubro some…he looks a little uptight” you and kirishima laugh at his words but he’s right.

you pour him a glass and walk over to the uptight man sitting on the full couch. when you make your way over to him and he looks up to you when you block his vision. “eggnog” you say simply and hand it to him with a smile. he takes it out of your hands and brings it to his lips taking a cautious sip before the cool drink floods his mouth making him want more.

he brings the cup away from his mouth and licks his lips slowly and seductively. “shits good” he says before manspreading against the couch, watching your eyes watch him. “wish i could sit and talk but it’s no space” you look around the couch at your friends talking and making out with each other.

bakugo eyes brighten up and before you know it your sitting in his lap. your eyes widen and you let out a quick gasp from him catching you off guard. “what?” he says nonchalantly as you sit sideways your back face denki and jirou who were no doubt making out, and you could see kirishima looking at you two from across the room.

you shake your head and flip your hair a bit trying to act like it didn’t affect you. you hear him chuckle before you feel your hat being snatched off your head. you turn around slightly and see katsuki putting your hat on with your name on it. “really katsuki” you whine as you fix your hair quickly.

but then you think about his teasing and if he wants to tease you could tease him back. you quickly shift your hips so now you’re straddling the man’s thick thighs. his eyes widen as his hands grip your waist.

you got em.

“what’s wrong katsu?” you ask teasingly as you shift your hips a bit making the man let out a low groan. “what are you doing, shitty woman?” his hands grip your hips harder making you whine. “katsuu, are you okay?” you whisper in his ear, your hands making their way to his face.

“nothing” he says, simply stiffening up when your hand holds his jaw. “katsu you feel hot, your face is burning up and your cheeks are so red” you sit up a bit dragging your hips a little forward making you feel what was his problem.

“oh katsuu” you giggle as you feel his hard cock from under his jeans straightening beneath your clothed cunt. he flicks your hands off his face catching you off guard, you feel his frustration seething through his body.

“i don’t know what shitty game you're playing but stop it” his voice was stern and serious making you laugh. “i’m not playing no’ game katsuki” you shoot back looking at him with a challenging look.

“y/n i’m not playing” you feel his hand sneak it’s way to your thigh, finding your underwear that sits up on your hip, playing with the stringy piece of cloth.

“kats” you say a bit breathlessly. “a thong? really?” he laughs as you look at him with confusion in your eyes. you roll your eyes before bringing your face closer to his, your hand coming up to his face, your thumb on his plump bottom lip, pulling it down before watching it snap back into place.

“such pretty lips katsu” you whisper as his hands still against your thigh. “yours is a hell of a lot prettier sweetheart” your heart skips a beat and you shift your hips making his eyes roll back. “fuck” he groans as he looks at you again, this time with lust deep inside his red irises.

“you okay katsu?” you ask as you lean forward, giving him a good look of your tits trying to escape that little number that you have on. enough is enough, katsuki has waited too long, and he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

he grips your hips and moves his head forward, smashing his plump lips against yours. your lips melt into his naturally, like you were meant to do this, your body’s moving together throughout the kiss making it more heated as the two of you suck each others tongues.

bakugo moans into your mouth as he thrust his hips into yours making you grip his hair that’s peeking from under the christmas hat tight. “katsu, pleasee” you whine in his ear as his lips trail down your neck, sucking and leaving little kisses as he meets your top left tit.

“wanna go somewhere private sweetheart?” wanna take it back to my place?” you nod your head as his lips make it back to yours. “please katsu” you moan into his mouth as he stands you up so he could situate himself.

you feel like you're on cloud, love is the only thing on your brain as he stands up and grabs your hand, bringing you along with him. “where’s your shit?” he asks as you you walk over to the bar where kirishima stands. “only came in this , my car is pretty warm” you walk over to kirishima who has this biggest smirk on his face.

“see you two made small talk” kirishima laughs at his comment before seeing bakugo roll his eyes and you inch into him some more. “um can my car stay here for the night, i suddenly got a ride” you emphasize on the ride part making kirishima laugh harder.

“yea of course, y’know i got you” before you could thank him bakugo is snatching you away from him and making a b-line for the door. you laugh at the quickness of the man and he pushes you out the door.

the cold wind making you instantly freeze up, the wind picking up your skirt as you stand in place looking for his car. “all your ass out” he mummers under his breath as he grabs your hand and drags you towards his car.

“so rough katsu” you roll your eyes before following him towards his car by force. once the two of you make it he unlocks it and opens your door before shoving you in the passenger seat before running over to the driver side.

turning on the ignition he pulls out of his parking spot and speeds off. “katsuuu, i’m hungry” you whine as he focus on the rode. “fuck, i have food at my house” he tries to bargain but you won’t budge. “i was supposed to stay and eat some of mina’s famous chicken wings, but i got dragged off instead” you taunt as your hands move there way from the car console and onto his raging hard-on.

“okay i’ll get us takeout” he says slowing down his car as he pulls over to see where the closest japanese restaurant was. since he was using only one hand you take the one closer to you and bring it to your side of the car.harmlessly.

you start to play with his fingers before bringing them closer to your body. you finally bring them down to your clothed cunt, pressing his index finger to your hot mound. you gasp loudly as his finger presses harder against you making your eyes shut tightly.

his finger slides down your soaked thong before pulling it slightly, letting it go to snap against your wet sex. “katsuki!” you moan out as you shift your hips against his finger. “you think yer’ so slick” he comments before pulling your thong down completely.

his fingers naturally go to work, splitting you open with his fingers as he begins to drive again. “if you wanted my finger, you could have just said so” he says as he makes a U turn down the street. your sweet cries turning him on more.

as he rubs your clit you knew you were gonna have the best orgasm you’ve ever had. “katsuki!” you moan once he quickly rubs your mound. the sounds of your moans and the squelch of your pussy being the only thing heard in the car.

“pussy’s so loud baby” he looks over to you before placing a smack on your pussy. your body jolts form the impact and you let out a loud moan. “katsu please! mm so closee” you whine as you close your eyes. the pleasure catching up to you as you feel your on your last straw before you come undone.

“hurry up and cum baby” he groans lowly as he works his fingers in that tight cunt if yours (his words, not mine). “kat-” the knot in your stomach snaps as you moan katsukis name out. “that’s right baby let it out” he groans once he sees the creamy mess you left on his fingers.“i love you katsuuu” you moan out in pure pleasure and ecstasy.

“love?” that instantly snaps you out of your high, bringing you back to earth. “wha- huh?” you ask, still being a bit confused. “you just said you love me” your eyes widen as you become sober minded again.

“i-uh” is all you could say so you wouldn’t ruin this moment. your embarrassment is short lived before the car stops and you feel his lips on yours. the angle of the kiss was weird but nobody cared because the two of you were finally getting what you wanted after all these years. bakugo suddenly pulls back making you whine as he chuckles, “i love you too”

you move your body away from him and pout. “really katsuki” you hit his hand before making your way out the car. slamming the door once you're out. katsuki laughs before following you.

he hears your heels clacking against the pavement as you walk to his porch. “what’s wrong baby?” he’s all up in your personal space at this point and you allow it.

“get your gremlin ass away from me and open the door, it’s freezing” you shiver against his body as he looks down at you with a goofy smile. “love when your mean to me baby” he hugs you and gropes your ass in the process making you smile and lift one of your legs from off the ground.

“get me in the house before my ass gets frostbite” you push him away from you and laugh. he quickly gets his key out and unlocks the door before picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

once he makes it to the door he kicks it closed with its foot and the door automatically locks. he walks over to his kitchen island and places you on top of it gently.

“you okay?” you as the man who just stares at you making you feel self conscious. “never thought this what happened” he sighs, taking off his shoes and leaving them at the island before picking you back up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“so embarrassing” you mutter as he walks through the house. your bare ass on full display as he kneads it in his hands. as he’s walking up the stairs you feel a rough smack placed on your ass making you shut your eyes at the impact of it. “shit” you moan as he makes it to the top of the stairs.

opening the door to his bedroom your senses are instantly overwhelmed by the scent of his natural musk. “smells like a whore house in here” you joke before your slammed down on his bed. panting from how hard the impact was.

“it was a compliment you whore” you get out as you look at him intensely. he picks up one of your feet that’s hanging off and slides the zipper of your boot all the way down before pulling it off and doing the same to the other.

your gold ankle bracelet making as ‘clank!’ sound as he throws your foot down. “such a gentleman” you joke as you separate your legs further showing off your bare sticky cunt.

“your dress should be off by the time i come back” he says before backtracking out of his room. as he makes his way downstairs you shimmy out of your dress quickly, only dressed in your red lacy bra now.

he makes his way back upstairs and his eyes instantly go to your half naked figure. “shit”. your eyes fall on his dark figure standing in the doorway. you close your legs suddenly feeling shy from the eyes peering on you.

“don’t hide now, open them” he demands as you do what he says. he walks closer to you while taking his shirt off showing off his pecs and abs. you mentally moan at the sight. his v line being perfectly shown as he unbuckles his jeans before tugging them down harshly.

he walks closer to you, putting his hands on your knees, spreading your legs more so he could see everything. “such a pretty pussy babe” he stares at it for a long time before backing up slowly.

“please katsu” you whine as you begin to feel yourself throb out of anticipation. he lets out a loud laugh before climbing onto the bed just beneath you. but before he could climb over you completely your foot slams over his chest ‘softly’ stopping his actions. your gold ankle bracelet dangling off your ankle as you snarl up at him.

“you gotta kiss it first katsuu” you say playfully as you smile up at him. “shitty woman” he says before he picks your foot up admiring the white polish that covers your toes. he places a quick kiss on the top of your foot before throwing it over his shoulder.

“pretty feet you got” he says before bending down a bit. kissing the inside of your thigh before placing a long kiss on your cunt. you moan once his lips touch yours the wetness of your cunt sticking unto his lips as he comes up.

“own personal lipgloss” you laugh at your joke and before you know it you're quickly shut up by his glossy lips on top of yours. you moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. once he lets your lips go he’s shimmying out of his tight underwear finally releasing himself from the confinement.

you look down and you see him in all his glory. his cock barely sits up since it looks so heavy, the thick long veiny organ leaking with precum. “is it gonna fit?” you ask since you're really concerned that that monster wouldn’t be able to fit inside of you.

“gonna make it fit” is the last thing he says before he brings his hand up to your lips. you look at him in a confused manner before he uses his thumb to play with your bottom lip. “spit on it” he opens his hand back before watching you pucker your lips, the glob of spit lands in his palm making him visibly thrust into the air.

he brings the same hand to his mouth letting a glob of spit fall from his lips as well before using it as lube to fist his cock. “shit” his hips stutter as he finally lets go. your eyes widen at the glistening cock that he holds in his hand. he takes it and nudges it against your clit catching you completely off guard, a loud whine coming from your mouth as he slaps his heaving cock against your cunt.

“so heavy katsuu” you whine as he continues to do so. a nasty smirk sits upon his lips as pulls your hands down and scooting his hips forward so you could grab his spit covered cock.

“put it in” he states with a changed expression now. his face holds concentration as he watches your every move. you don’t hesitate to grip his dick a little harder making sure it stays in your grip as you begin to slip it in.

as you guide his dick inside yourself you feel him start to push in, making you eyes flutter shut the deeper he goes. “tight” he hissed as pushes in further and further. he feels you clench against making him jerk his hips into you pushing himself further in.

“kats!” you scream as you feel him impaling you. “so sorry baby” he whispers as he brings his head to your neck leaving kisses along it to try to distract you. “you gotta let me in '' he says in pure agony.

he finally bottoms out inside of you making your eye and your toes curl. “shit” bakugo hisses as he grips your hips to stop himself from fucking into you. “yer’ ready? can’t keep me waiting all day” he says through gritted teeth.

you nod your head as your eyes begin to water. “please” you whine as he begins to fuck into you. hips colliding as he fuck into your tight cunt. “so tight, clenching around me like that” he bends down and grabs your throat as he watches your tits bounce from the impact.

“so good for daddy” he mutters as your eyes close from the overwhelming pleasure that he gives you with each thrust. suddenly you feel your face start to sting instantly making your eyes shoot open. “keep your eyes on me” he grabs your face and makes you look up at him.

“sorry katsu” you whine as you feel yourself nearing your orgasm. “close katsu!” you shout as you feel your legs begin to shake. katsuki wasn’t having that.

he quickly pulls out of you, but before you could whine he’s flipping you over. grabbing your hair and pushing your head into the mattress before forcing himself back into you.

“katsuki!” your scream is muffled as he fucks you into the mattress. “best pussy i’ve ever had baby” he moans into the air making you clench around him. two smacks are placed on your ass before he’s pulling you up by your hair before switching off to your neck.

“own this pussy baby, only mine…no one else’s” you scream out his name before he throws you back down. you feel yourself getting closer making you clench around his cock. “m’ close babe” he says before pushing your back down into the mattress. “fuckin love you” is the last thing you hear before your seeing white.

your toes curl as you scream to the top of your lungs. pretty sure the neighbors in the next house could hear you. “creaming my cock babe” he says, overstimulating you as he chases his own high. sweat dripping from his forehead as he gives his last final, hard thrust.

a slew of moans, curse words and your name coming from his lips as he paints your insides white. you moan his name loud and strong just from the feeling of his hot seed filling you up.

“love you katsuki” you whine into his sheets as you feel him rub your back, drawing little circle into it as he pulls out of your and laying down next to you. “look at me” he sternly says before tapping your ass slightly.

he sees your pretty eyes as you lift your head from the sheets. he looks at you with love and admiration in his eyes. “best fuck ever” he says before chuckling into the hot muggy air.

“is that all i am to you katsu?” you ask genuinely, not knowing what this all meant. you're not high off your orgasm anymore so your mind is clear enough to think about the consequences or a new founded relationship.

he stops chuckling and his face instantly goes blank. how could you insinuate that? he doesn’t blame you but you should know he loves you, adores you even. “y/n, i love you” he takes your hand into his and brings it to his lips to kiss it. “do you want to be my fuckin girlfriend?” he says with a snarky attitude like you should know that your his now.

a small smile takes over your lips as you giggle. “yes katsuki, i’ll be your girlfriend” he brings your sweaty body closer to his and placing a kiss on top of your head.

“fuckin better”

merry christmas/happy holidays to all!!! please enjoy this fic! my gift to you🫶🏾 love kay!

#bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha bakugou #katsukibakugou #bhna bakugou #katsuki smut #mha smut #k1ttykatsu🧚🏾‍♀️

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𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.+ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the first thing kenma worries about when revealing the feelings that you have for him is his own self-worth.

pairing. streamer!kenma kozume x reader

word count. 1.9k

genre and warnings. hurt/comfort, angsty, tooth rotting fluff, friends to lover, streamer!reader, discord calls, insecurity, anxiety, miscommunication, nicknames, mutual pining, crying confessions NOTE BETA'D | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Kenma was a sometimes dense type of guy. He wasn't necessarily dumb, just had a difficult time wrapping his head around certain situations.

His overthinking was the main reason why he felt so left out, even around his own friends.

It was just the way that his brain was wired, into his confusion and clutter of thoughts.

One of those thoughts was the obvious crush you had on him. What he was mostly confused about was how he just didn't really understand why you thought of him in such a way.

Kenma wouldn't be able to tell exactly when you started showing interest in him, just the moment that it all just started making sense to him. You and him finished live streaming to his audience.

The post-stream tradition was always for you two to stay and chat for hours in the discord call for hours into the night until you would officially tap out to fall asleep against your desk. Kenma didn't really mind your long rants or the random conversations that would last until the next day.

If anything, he had just grown to love your voice and how talking to you just came naturally, to the point where he would multitask anything with you in the background, going about his business usually.

But tonight was a bit different for him. "Hey, "hey you okay Ken?" Your question came through his headset as Kenma sat slouched against his gamer chair, his legs spread out as his head lulled.

Surging forward as he broke from the trail of thought that had turned him completely silent, letting out a small hum in confusion, his eyes glancing over his screen. "Uh, sorry, I think I'm just drained or something." The blonde yawned, looking at the clock and noticing that it was just a few minutes before it would be midnight.

"Go to bed then sleepy," you say in a gentle tone, and Kenma leans his head in his palm as he listens to the clicks from your keyboard coming through your mic as you type in a sense of comfort.

"I know, I just wanted to stay up with you for a bit." He spoke in barely a whisper, hoping his noise suppression was able to pick up his sleepy tone.

"No, just go to bed and call me back tomorrow." The request didn't give much room for discussion as Kenma hummed, blinking lazily at his bright screen before opting that your idea was better than him trying to push himself to stay awake.

"Mkay, I’m heading out then. Goodnight ___."

"Night night, Kenma. I love you." Kenma had heard before he had clicked out of the call, an exhale coming from his mouth as he stretched against the leather of the chair.

In his head, Kenma was wondering why the phrase he had heard come from your mouth so many times had seemed to sound so much different. He thought that maybe it was just the way you would have said it, speaking more gently than your usual semi-aggressive tone.

Whatever it was, Kenma had trouble sleeping without his thoughts spilling over in an anxious fit, trying not to drown in his own thoughts about you until it just all suddenly clicked all at once.

All the compliments and the way you would speak to him were now just making so much sense to the point where Kenma had to calm himself down from turning into a flustering mess as he lay in bed. How everything that you two would normally do together had just seemed so much more intimate.

It had all just made him feel so sick, not that he was digested in you in any way.

If anything Kenma thought that you were a very pretty girl which was why he just didn't get it at all.

Kenma saw himself as the most average guy ever. How could someone as beautiful and funny as you fall for someone like him? You two were nothing alike.

Kenma usually found himself listening and staying quiet more as you led the conversation with your friends.

You were always the one to invite him to things and always knew how to make him feel more comfortable whenever he was stressed about talking to new people or handling new situations.

Kenma always thought of himself as the disposable one, always following you about like a lost puppy.

The only reason why he even had the friends that he did now was that they found you interesting and he just happened to be the package deal that your friendship came with.

Which would always make him feel so fucking sad, always feeling as if he was holding you back from forming other relationships with people because of his selfishness.

You were a very friendly person and Kenma always just had the fear that you would make many more friends to the point where you didn't need him anymore.

That thought of heartbreak scared him, so Kenma drifted away from you, not wanting to handle that situation at all, so he did what he did because he did not confront it or you in any way.

The two of you only speak whenever you stream with your usual group of friends. You no longer have your long chats after Kenma, always leaving a call with everyone else as soon as you end the stream.

Every time that you managed to join a call with him, Kenma would always find some excuse about being too busy planning streams, struggling with his sleep schedule, or just dealing with stuff in his personal life.

All these were just things he would tell you just to run away from his feelings. Each time he would leave you abruptly, causing an odd hurt in his heart.

Kenma just wished you hadn’t thought of him the same way he would have thought of you, and that he was better off just not knowing or understanding his own emotions as they continued to bubble over to the point where he would have to snap himself out of daydreams about you.

If he wasn't streaming, he was thinking about you, fantasizing about what could happen if you two had pursued a romantic relationship, one where he could kiss you, hold you, and more thoughts that made him feel ashamed.

When he had gotten your message about wanting to check in on him, Kenma felt a slight tug of guilt in his chest.

Immediately swipes away the notification and turns his phone on silent, no longer getting notifications, wrapping himself more into his lone streams to help himself feel distracted from dealing with his feelings.

Kenma didn't know how to handle things until they had gotten too out of hand, the routine of dodging and ignoring you expanding long enough to the point of weeks. He doesn't believe he has ever felt this guilt, and he knew that you were most likely wondering what you had done so wrong to be treated so harshly by the one person you would spend most of your time with.

He would see some tweets and comments under your videos from your fans mentioning him or how you just didn't seem to have that usual loud and funny personality that they associated with you, how you just seemed to have changed for the worse in the mood.

Kenma felt like shit knowing that the reason for your change was all his fault, but he felt like it was all for the best.

Over time, the messages Kenma would get from you just became more depressing to look at, the short and sweet greetings and memes turning into longer paragraphs of you apologizing for something that you didn't even have an idea about.

youruser: can we talk please?

Kenma almost jumped out of his skin when he heard his phone vibrate from you trying to call him. His fingers reacting to her could even process hanging up the call before it could even ring twice.

youruser: i can literally see you online boy.

Kenma continues to reject the second time you call, his stomach dropping again and again with every attempt.

youruser: Kenma.

The third call is the one that Kenma lets ring before answering.

"Ken-ken!" Your familiar chirping tone pierces through his headphones. Kenma pauses for a second, his thoughts clouding over, scrambling to think of what to say.

He waits for a moment, then says, "Oh, you're kind of loud, hey."

"Wow, that's kind of rude considering that you’ve been ignoring me this entire month. You're lucky that I care about you." Your sentence starts in a softer tone, souring at the end of the sentence as Kenma winces at the fact that you were so forgiving no matter the troubling things and obstacles that he had put you through.

He much prefers you hating him than forgiving him completely. "I’m sorry, I've just been…busy." Kenma was lying, he knew that you were aware of that.

"Hm, okay fucking liar." You responded irritably as a pregnant silence followed, after settling through the call, even the sound of your typing coming to a halt.

"I don't know how to put this," he starts with an inhale, "but, uh, you have feelings for me." You make a choked up sound over the phone, taken aback by the sudden confession.

"I'm sorry, Kenma," you stammered as you panicked, not giving him a chance to respond before continuing. "I’m so sorry, I can't—don't want anything to change between us, we can just forget about it, please. I don't want to lose our friendship." you ramble on, your voice shaking as you begin to stumble and cry.

Kenma grips his desk until his knuckles turn white. "No, no, it's not your fault, fuck, nothing's your fault," he begins to console you while also finally expressing the strange feelings he had been suppressing for nearly a month.

"I like you too, and that just—it fucking scares me. I don’t want you to date someone like me when you could be doing so much better. You deserve so much more than what I have." He admits before falling into silence, now that the secret was free Kenma felt as if there was a giant weight lifted off his shoulders finally shedding the burden of holding onto all of his emotions.

"Oh god, you stupid man thing," you sniffle before proceeding. "Kenma, I don't want better than you, I just want you with all the flaws you think you have or all your screw ups. I like that you've always been there for me no matter what. I like that you put up with me and my stupid jokes. I also like that I can talk to you so easily. I mean, that fact that you don't think you're enough is the most insane thing ever to me because you're all that I could ever want."

"You actually want me?" Kenma asks softly. "I would even make a pinky promise on it."

"Woah, a pinky promise," he repeats with a laugh. "Are you sure? I mean, that's a lot of commitment. You're practically asking to be stuck with me forever."

"I wouldn't mind that one bit."

And with that, everything is back to normal. Furthermore, Kenma could officially call you his girlfriend, just not without turning into a stuttering, bashful mess.

You found it adorable that he would still somehow be so nervous yet open around you.

It took him some time, but Kenma liked to think that he had eventually got it. It felt wonderful to have finally figured out why you liked him.

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Music to my ears

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pairings: milo/sweetheart Tw: cursing: super light possessiveness [singer AU, using Doja Cats songs]

•••

this Greer guy is persistent. he talked forever ranting and being talkative about God knows what until finally he cut to the chase.

"Point is, I'm willing to give you an album deal, I want to by your next 10 songs. The price is negotiable all I want is 10 percent of your income from said songs." he offered, a kick in his accent as he finished, leaning back in his chair.

sweetheart sat there, thinking. That's all they could do, they pondered the offer, their mind running circles around itself.

"Deal." is all they could say, I mean what did they have to lose? maybe their dignity but that's pretty much it.

milo smirked, holding his hand out to them, they took it and shook his hand. he had a hell of a grip he’s probably amazing with his hands—

"Dude why would you think that." they thought before rolling their eyes at themselves

"I look forward to working with you, Sweetheart." the words rolled off his tongue with the sultriest of intentions, his deep piercing eyes, gazing into theirs, his half-assed attempt to keep them open made him absolutely stunning.

"Likewise." they muttered, standing to their feet as they were walking away Milo cleared his throat,

they turned to see him, standing. they turned their head in a questioning gaze.

"i think you look outstanding tonight." he blurted out. sweetheart stood there, not thinking clearly.

"i don't need your flattery, Greer." they spat, the walls of their emotions going higher and higher.

"Is it flattery if it's true?" he asked, crossing his arms once more, that stupid grin never leaving his face.

They didn’t know what to say, they stuttered before he grinned, and winked.

“I’ll you later Sweetheart..” milo wished them well and was quickly on his way.

•••

Milo hopped in his car, starting the ignition and just sitting for a few moments. His waking thoughts were completely consumed by them, he couldn’t get them off his mind.

He sang their music and watched them preform, liked their instagram from a burner account- just so he could see them.

He sighed before calling Asher, his associate and co-worker. It was true milo was the head producer but he never thought of himself that way, he always thought of almost everyone as equal. He thought of it as everyone has a different job. But they’re all important

“Heyyy!” Milo heard Ashers prolonged greeting from the other line

“Hey ash, I’m driving back to the studio, have that deal ready to be sent over to them as soon as possible.” Milo commanded, with a light tone, making it known he wasn’t mad or anything just tired.

He heard asher grunt of agreement and a slight “mkay”.

“Thank you, I’ll be there shortly, bye.” Milo said before hanging up and throwing his phone in the center console.

His head ached with the thought of them. He couldn’t bear to listen to their beautiful voice anymore. He would combust if he saw them anymore.

If he heard them sing the songs they did- that genre they flaunted and praised. He’d die then and there.

He shuffled the radio, to some old country bullshit, he feared if he put on a a-list genre, or pop, rap, or anything even remotely close something of theirs would come on.

And he’d hop out of the car and dash to them. He’d tell them everything- but he couldn’t- they’d think he was weird, or creepy. So he kept to himself.

•••

Sweetheart rode back to their home, immediately after milo left. They couldn’t stand him.

He acted so much better then them.

As if! They were so successful and had great music and all he has going for him is his company, and his hands.

“What.” They said out loud- flabbergasted at their thoughts

They made a turn and pulled into their house, quickly making their way upstairs. They didn’t bother shower, they got in their comfy clothes and hid under their blanket.

What were they hiding from? Their thoughts.

It’s not like milo was gonna pop out and say “BOO!” but they were delirious and tired.

They began hysterically crying with laughter.

“He does have really nice hands.” They admitted before sighing a sigh of relief. Relief that the day was over, and they weren’t face to face with Milo Greer.

A few hours went by and they didn’t fall asleep, they waited and waited but no dozing off was occurring.

Why was that?

It felt almost as if their subconscious was trying not to dream about milo. But like of course they wouldn’t do that! Right? right.

Maybe they would- but not a huge deal. People dream about people all the time. So why did it bother them so much?

Probably because he was super hot- and super unavailable. There’s a rumor going around that he’s off the market. But no one knows who it is? Or if it’s true for that matter.

•••

Milo sat in bed, continuously adjusting his pillow, and himself for that matter. The thought of them heavy on his mind.

He thought about the way they moved tonight, the way their body moved to the rhythm of the music that poured out of their breath.

Their syllables ran off like liquid. And he loved being in the crowd when they sang and looked so at ease.

He knew people stared at them, their dancers, or band members. And definitely the people that came to the show for them.

He wanted to gouge out the eyes of anyone who looked at them with lust.

But that wasn’t his place. He wasn’t their boyfriend or anything like that. He was their business partner for now. But it won’t always be like that. He didn’t have that place. It wasn’t up to him to be protective or possessive over them.

But god he wished it was.

•••

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