as1yasss

yuri truther || 20s

[as1yasss]

masterlist

my hero academia

kirishima gets hard when ur on top

shotos origami

izuku, shoto, katsuki headcannon

attack on titan

touching erens teeth

[pfpanimes]

⋮ death note • l lawliet.

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[dogpuppy]

[fushiriaa]

realizing ur bf yuji has gotten more... muscular?

content included: js a bunch of tooth rotting sweet fluff... + slight kissing + pet names

:: jjk college au universe

you always knew that yuji was pretty jacked.

i mean, this kid ate like seven meals a day and threw hands at curses like air.

but something was different that afternoon. you two were standing in your apartment kitchen making ramen to share together.

you were in charge of the noodles, and he was in charge of the toppings. but, obviously, since it's yuji, he got distracted very easily. eventually, he ended up behind you, with his heavy arms draped around your shoulders and at your neck.

he placed a kiss on the spot right under your ear, "it smells good angel."

"of course it does dumbass it's ramen, go work on the toppings you slacker" you rant, as you try to slither out of his grasp.

he lets out a sound that was close to a purr, but instead of letting go, he just holds on tighter.

and that's when it hits you that it feels like his arms are tighter around your neck this time.

"yu your absolutely suffocating your sexy and beautiful girlfriend over here. soon her head is gonna detatch," you groan.

"im sorry, im sorry-"

you turn around to face him, with a perplexed look on your face. "stay still you giant."

he looks back at you with equal confusion, but with a hint of playfulness.

you stretch one arm to the side of his left shoulder, and one to his right shoulder.

"literally what the fuck."

"WHAT DID I DO."

you put your hand around his bicep, "somehow, you've gotten...bigger."

he pauses for a second, and then flexes the bicep that's under your grasp.

"hm, really now?"

"no i'm not kidding, you were massive to begin with, but like now your a fuckass rock."

he smirks at the remark, and puts his arms around you again like he's a magnet.

"yuji i'm about to run ... out of... air.... get your arms...off....you biggie."

he pulls away with his eyebrows furrowed.

"did you just call me biggie?"

you don't even try to reply to that, and turn around to finish cooking the ramen.

.✦ ݁˖

the realization slowly ruins your life.

because once you notice...

you can't unnotice.

he reaches for something on the top shelf?

forearm.

he rolls his sleeves up because he's warm?

forearm.

he absentmindedly fixes his pink hair?

biceps.

it's worse in bed.

whenever he tries to wrap his arms around your waist to sleep, you feel like there's chains around your stomach.

it's especially terrible whenever his arm is around your head. you feel like any second your head will crush into 403 pieces.

but yuji realizes it too, slowly, and somehow he becomes more... gentler?

he becomes softer when holding you to kiss you, or whenever he holds your waist.

one day as your head ends up on his chest again, you can't keep it in anymore.

"it feels like i'm sleeping on concrete baby."

"is that a bad thing?" he asks, clueless.

"have you tried sleeping on concrete?"

"once."

"was it comfortable?"

"no..."

"exactly."

you groan against his chest, "i hate you and your brick ass build."

"i love you too doll."

[qardenofeden]

nagi seishiro is absolutely insufferable when he’s sick.

he whines softly beside you, limbs tangled and lost in yours, and at this point, you don’t know where he ends where and you begin.

“sei?” you call out, rubbing your eyes open.

nagi hums in response, nuzzling further into you.

“you’re hot, baby. are you…” you turn and face him in bed, holding up the back of your hand against his neck, “you feeling okay?”

nagi shakes his head beside you, and you sit up before brushing your hair aside. you look at him, his long arms wrapped around your legs before you sigh and ruffle his hair.

“headache…” he mutters against the pillows, and he looks so uncharacteristically soft for a 6’-something guy that you can’t help your heart from aching just a little.

“i’ll get a thermometer and some pills, okay?” you say, gently pushing off his arm.

“stay.”

nagi’s arm locks you down, his months work of training finally paying off as his muscles pop out.

“baby—“

“just go back to sleep…” he grumbles, and you can practically hear his pout from his tone alone, “don’twantyoutogo…”

“but sei, you said it yourself. you don’t feel so good,”

“feel much better with you around… not gone…”

“you’d feel better with meds,” you deadpan.

“i’d feel better asleep,” he answers, and thank God he’s sick right now or you would’ve smacked him for talking back.

you sigh, knowing this conversation isn’t going anywhere.

and nagi must’ve thought the same by the way he says, “no fighting, ‘s not good for the baby…”

“what baby? i’m not pregnant.”

“‘s me, mommy. i’m the baby.”

@valberryboos

[restinpiss]

[dolcemisu]

a very drunk frat!kuna tells you how much he adores his shy girlfriend

the frat parties at your university were insane. so much to the point, a lot of people considered it a party school, though, you always argued that they have excellent academic programs as well. those were overlooked the second the info for the next function was posted. your boyfriend and his friends were hosting one and he wanted you there with him. you complied, only if there was something in it for you. he promised he’d make it up to you somehow, so here you were.

the music blared through the mansion, it was so loud you could feel each vibration thumping in your head. the air was heavy with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. people were dancing, chatting, some even jumping into the pool. your boyfriend was no where to be found. you walked past a cluster of people in the kitchen playing beer pong. he wasn’t there. you searched upstairs, nothing. where did he go? did he abandon his own party?

you finally found him in a corner by the side door, leaning against the wall as he stared out the window. you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. he jumped and immediately gaping at you in horror.

“woahhhh there. please watch it. please,” he slurred. you blinked at him, confused.

“what do you mean?”

he didn’t even bother sparing you another glance. “i have a girlfriend. so respectfully, keep your hands to yourself.”

you snorted and stared at him in disbelief. was this some sort of prank?

“where is this girlfriend of yours?” you asked sarcastically.

“i dunno, she went off somewhere. i’ve been looking for her actually, miss her.” he frowned, eyebrows knitting together in disappointment. you were amazed at his commitment to this bit. surely he was just poking fun at you, right?

“i miss smelling her hair. she doesn’t know it, but her smell always smells really, really nice.” he rubbed his eye and yawned. “fuck it, i could sniff her nice smell alll day.”

“ah yes, you could sniff her nice smell and smell it forever.” you repeated in disbelief . you’ve never actually seen sukuna drunk before. he was quite the prankster it seemed like.

he squinted at you before grunting. “is something funny? are you making fun of my girlfriend?” he asked pointedly. you giggled before you realized he was dead serious. this wasn’t some prank he was playing, he genuinely thought he was talking to some stranger. who was making fun of his girlfriend. and her smell. which was apparently nice.

“no no, of course not. in fact, tell me more about her.” you replied, keeping your voice light. this was a chance to see how he really viewed you. who knew, maybe he liked you outside or your nice smell.

“she’s so cute. you know, she’s my tutor too. funny how that worked out. i was supposed to be bringing my grades up, but i walked out with a wholeee new distraction.” he sighed happily. “wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“oh?”

he nodded, eyes looking off on the distance dreamily. “she’s a little shy, yeah, but when she gets comfortable with you… damn it’s the best. i’d sell my left kidney to see her right now.”

“sell…your left kidney?” …what? how did he jump to selling kidneys?

“right is fine too. i’m not very picky.” he shrugged.

“that’s not what i—nevermind.” you shook your head. it was pointless to reason with him now. he was still staring off like a little lover boy deep in thought, not realizing the girl he was yearning for was right in front of him.

“no one could everrr come close to her,” he declared, words slurring even more now. “or her nice smell.”

“bummer.” you deadpanned. “want me to help you find her?”

his eyes lit up and he turned his head to look at you, really look at you for the first time in the conversation. he froze as it all dawned on him.

“hello ‘kuna. guess you found me?” blush crept up on his ears as he averted his gaze.

“shut up,” he muttered. “i didn’t know.” it was like the embarrassment alone sobered him up.

“i know. you were too busy staring off in the distance and yapping about how amazing i am.” you giggled as the blush rose to his cheeks and he sighed.

“i’m never gonna hear the end of this, will i?”

“nope! take whatever you were planning before, and double it. no—” you smile grew even wider. “triple it.”

he sighed and wrapped his arm around you and buried his nose in your hair. “yes ma’am.”

you grinned at him. “that’s more like it.” he grunted in response and you froze. “sukuna, are you sniffing me right now?”

“…yeah?”

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© DOLCEMISU

[dogpuppy]

[valentinetheeviljester]

Maybe lean out

[valentinetheeviljester]

[dissolvdboy]

how it feels to ventpost on here

[moralisist]

aot men who don’t believe in having you pay for a thing!

JEAN KIERSTEIN—

jean is a man who was raised primarily by his mother. he adored his mom and saw her struggling on her own for majority of his life. he never wants his partner to feel like that.

if jean has the money, he doesn’t ever wants you to worry your head about anything. he wants you to live the soft life without any worries and he’s incredibly nonchalant about it, as if it’s easier to him than breathing.

“jean, you never let me pay! i wanna treat you sometimes too.” you say as he reaches for the bill without glancing at you like he always does.

“baby, you’re with me are you not?” you nod. “you don’t have to worry about a dinner bill when i have the pleasure of being with you. relax, you know i’ll take care of it.”

you don’t mind jean paying for things, in fact you love having a man take initiative and do things that he means. however, your man does so much for you, you’d love to pay him back sometimes.

jean doesn’t say it but he loves providing and caring for you. it makes him feel fulfilled and happy to see you so happy. jean would even get upset if he sees you trying to reach for the bill so don’t even try that with him. he’s too grown to not be able to take care of his partner especially if he knows he can!

CONNIE SPRINGER—

dates, nails, jewelry, and anything you could want would be on ur finger tips once connie gets ahold of it. on your first date, connie took you to this restaurant that was so beautiful and elegant. it kind of suprised you due to his silly exterior.

“connie this place is so beautiful! i wish you told me where we were going though because i don’t think ill be able to afford my share.” connie looks up from the menu and looks at you blankly.

“what do you mean your share?” he cocks his head to the side genuinely confused. “like my half of the check.” you say. connie laughs slightly and takes ur hand in his, rubbing away any anxiety you might have.

“baby we don’t do that here. i pay, you sit and look pretty okay? you won’t ever have to worry about ‘your share’ when i got you. now…” he looks back at the menu. “the lobster pasta looks good doesn’t it? what u think baby?”

ever since then, connie has made sure you was set. that boy adores spoiling you and offers to give you his card for things you want. you have his card put in ur apple pay per his request.

con 🩷; 3:23

*sends link of new shoes u been wanting* caught up w some work bae, buy these using my card before they sell out

y/n; 3:24

baby i can use my card they’re expensive asf con

con 🩷; 3:26

not gon tell u again sweets, spoil ur self. better see a message from the company in my email. i love you!

yeah he don’t play ab u!

LEVI ACKERMAN—

levi is a traditional man forever and always. he has always stood by the belief that he should provide for his partner. he’s always preferred it that way whether it’s bills, dates, vacations. he wants you happy and to never have to worry.

levi is sitting at the dining table looking at the bills and sorting through them. you come out of the living room in his sweater and sweatpants and levi looks at you like you’re the only person in the world and to him you are.

“levi are you sorting through the bills?” levi sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “frankly i wish i did this in my office so you wouldn’t even know we have bills.” levi chuckles. you come sit at the dining table giving him a kiss on his forehead. “i can help you baby, let me know how much i should give.”

he gives you a stern look. “no.” he begins looking at the bills again. “no? what do you mean no?” you look at him sternly back. he softens his look.

“baby there’s nothing i want less than for you to help me pay bills. i can pay for the house and everything we need. im just putting them in order of how i’m paying. i appreciate your concern my love but it’s okay.” he smiles sweetly at you and holds your hand.

“levi, you’re always paying for everything. maybe i can help with the lights or some-”

“no y/n. i’m serious, please don’t worry. you should never have to worry. what kind of husband would i be to make you worry sweetheart? i’m almost done. i’ll brew us some tea, put our show on yeah?”

you love your provider men!

a/n: requests r open !

[qardenofeden]

CRAZY FOR YOU — a psych ward love story

word count: 3.9k+

disclaimer: i am in no way romanticizing mental illnesses or psychiatric facilities. the events below are strictly fictional and are in no way a reflection of life inside mental institutions. this story is not entirely logical as i have no first hand experience in a mental hospital, and the relationship itself contains themes of codependency, limerence, and toxicity. this is purely for entertainment purposes and is to be treated as such.

warning: this story contains suggestive dialogue + a skippable nsfw scene.

you’re minding your business at the courtyard when a tan man with ombre hair approaches you.

“hey there, beautiful. my name’s ryusei.”

“shut the fuck up, i’m not here to make friends,” you say, flipping through another page in your book.

“oh yeah, i love ‘em feisty!” his pupils practically form into hearts as he takes a seat next to you, making you sigh heavily.

“what are you in for, baby? hold on, lemme guess…” he holds up a finger as you stare at him, his eyes scanning you. “it can’t be an eating disorder ‘cause that ass is fat!” he points over at you, hooting like a maniac in an attempt to hype himself up.

“can you leave me alone, pink tips?” you scowl.

“oh, i got a pink tip for you, alright,” he smirks, nodding to himself proudly before you smack him with a book.

“nurse!” you yell out.

“you smacked me and you’re snitching?!” he says, looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes as the nurses pull you two apart.

the next time you see him is at the cafeteria 2 days later. you’re sitting alone, picking at your food as you flip through the pages of your book.

shidou approaches you yet again, and his grin is even bigger than the last time you met.

“heeeeey, it’s ms. moody!” he hollers as he claps, and by the looks of it, it seems like the rest of the ward is used to his antics seeing as how none of them react.

he takes the seat across from you before putting his hands up in mock surrender. “yo, i come in peace,” he says, and there’s really no other way to describe his grin except for resembling that of a roblox smirk. or maybe that one kevin hart meme?

you glare at him, the insults are already brewing up in your mind before you’re pulled away as he offers you a handshake. “can we start over? i’m shidou. i’ve been here a while for, uh, high manic symptoms or whatever.”

you stare at his coarse hand, your brows furrowing even harder before your eyes flit up to meet his.

“i told you already, i’m not interested,” you huff, rolling your eyes before stuffing your face with food in an attempt to shut him off.

“hey, man, i get it,” he chuckles, “aspd? antisocial personality disorder, yeah? did i get it right?” he smiles, chasing your gaze as he leans his head down to meet the table. “yanno, ego over there also has aspd,” he whispers, looking at the next table over where a man with an ugly ass bowl cut and even uglier glasses sits alone, eyes completely lacking any sort of light. “…sheesh. stay away from him, though, a’right?”

“what the fuck is wrong with you? can’t you leave people alone? stop trying to fucking diagnose me, you psycho,” you bark, finally looking him in the eyes with a disgusted face.

but shidou’s not one to give up easily. “takes one to know one! literally,” he giggles, sitting up properly as he brings his palms up and rests his chin against them, “come on, gorgeous. lighten up. ‘m not gonna hurt ya.”

“i will,” you say before getting up and grabbing your book.

“hey, hey—!” he yells, hands up and ready to stop you as he mirrors your movements and gets up as well, “let’s take this elsewhere!” he chuckles nerviously.

“get the fuck away from me! don’t make me tell you again!”

“fuck, i’m so hard right now…” he giggles enthusiastically with his entire chest, falling on the floor as he tries to crawl away.

the nurses immediately come to your aid, pulling the two of you aside.

“you can’t go around throwing tantrums like that,” the psychologist says gently, sitting calmly in her chair. “it’s only your first week here and you’ve already had two outbursts.”

you sigh, looking out at the window to avoid her gaze. you despise her. you didn’t even bother learning her name beforehand, and if you did, you sure as hell don’t care enough to try and remember it.

“what is it that’s making you angry?” she asks, and it takes everything in you to hold back from answering her with a simple “you,” but you opt for staring into her eyes instead, thinking thoughts that placed you in the very position you’re in right now—thoughts you should definitely not be having.

a couple seconds go by with you simply glaring daggers at her as she looks at you calmly, and honestly? that calm ass, zen ass, relaxed look on her face makes you all the angrier.

“i can’t help you if you don’t allow me to.”

God knows you’ve heard that line too many times before.

she sighs, shaking her head softly before jotting down something in her journal. “alright, i’m assigning you a week in the isolation unit. i don’t think it’s safe for you to be roaming around freely,” she says, not even bothering to look you in the eyes as she speaks, “you understand, right? this is what’s best for everyone involved, including shidou. you can’t keep threatening or hurting him.”

her eyes meet yours as she says that last part. shortly after, she calls the nurse over and you’re guided to a white, padded room before the nurse locks you up inside.

the minute the nurses let you go, you catch sight of that antenna-haired freak again. he’s leaning on his room’s doorframe, smirking to himself before pushing his body off and approaching you.

“can’t believe you’d spend a week in the iso unit just to edge me, baby,” he says casually.

“…edge you?” you repeat, side eyeing him with a sour look on your face.

“we were in the middle of foreplay before we got interrupted!” he pouted, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before whispering, “whatddya say we pick up where we left off?”

you brush him off, huffing as his arm returns back to his side. “is this how they taught you to cope?” you cross your arms, eyeing him up and down condescendingly.

“oh, don’t look at me that way, babe. i got blue balls, i’ll cum right now.”

“you are fucking disgusting,” you deadpan, and at this point, you’re not even sure if he’s messing with you or not. you uncross your arms and begin to walk away, until you hear shidou call after you.

“hate to see you go but i love to watch you leave!”

“shidou!” / “no, i’m hallucinating again—! awh, come on, man!”

“hey,” he slides beside you, sitting as you zone out.

you blink a couple times, still staring into the distance as your thoughts race.

“you good?” he asks, genuine concern laced in his tone. shidou chases after your eyes again, leaning his head in the direction of your gaze to force you to look at him.

“they’re letting me go.”

your heartbeat quickens. it seems surreal, and despite being in disbelief about it at first, saying out loud only hits you harder.

“what? why?” he asks, getting off the sofa and kneeling in front of you.

tears pool in your waterline as you try to blink them away. you breathe a deep, shaky sigh as you feel your throat tighten, “behavioral issues.”

“oh, shit,” shidou’s eyes widen for a split-second, clearlt taken aback, “‘s it ‘cause of me?”

“no, i…” you breathe again, looking down as you bring your two knees up to your chest, your hands balled into fists, “…i’ve had… altercations with other patients. i get easily irritated, so…”

“what, you beat someone up?”

“just cussed them out. possibly threatened them…”

“damn. should’ve been me,” he shakes his head.

you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. of course he wouldn’t take this seriously. what were you even thinking, opening up to him?

“shit, no, i didn’t…” his voice trails, making you look at him. “i didn’t mean to be insensitive, shit, ‘m sorry, man.”

shidou looks away, looking for the right words to verbalize how he feels before bringing his hands up to your knees. his hands are coarse, but his touch is gentle as he draws circles with his thumbs, “so, where you off to?”

you sigh again, this time collecting yourself as you look around the room to avoid eye contact, “i don’t know. i think they were thinking of transferring me to a different unit or something. that’s what i could piece together from the scraps i heard, anyway.”

shidou nods, still kneeling in front of you. he softly grabs your ankles and places your soles against the marble floor before placing his chin against them, not exactly knowing how to comfort people.

“you look like a fucking puppy,” you snark.

“i’d let you put a leash on me any day.”

you bite the inside of your cheek to hold yourself back from laughing, but ultimately fail as a chuckle escapes you.

shidou smirks before following and laughing in tune with you.

“you are so fucking weird, dude,” you say.

“yeah, i know.”

…

“hey, yanno… i heard what that nutjob told you before she admitted you to the isolation room,” he confesses, the air strangely calm as he speaks.

“how much did you hear?” you ask.

“everythin’. from your name to…”

“including my full name?”

“yeah.”

“damn,” you nod slowly.

“for what it’s worth… i don’t really care if you threaten or hurt me,” he says.

you scoff, looking down on him, “yeah, because you’re a kinky little masochist.”

shidou laughs wholeheartedly. “i mean, yeah but… isn’t that what makes this so great?”

you pause, “this?”

“this,” he says, pointing to the two of you, “if you need to be mean, be mean to me.”

your brows furrow, and your chest tightens just a little. “why are you… why are you so adamant on this?” you ask, trying to make sense of it all.

shidou’s eyes fall, clearly having a hard time verbalizing his feelings. “i… i don’t know,” he says, eyes distant, “i just… am.”

you gulp, unable to say anything.

“say, you wanna run away with me?” pink eyes stare into yours as he asks, tone completely dead and casual.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen shidou look this serious before.

the next day, you’re awoken by a fire alarm going off. footsteps rush outside your door as a defeaning bell rings through the halls.

you get up, standing with your hand against your doorframe as you watch patients run past you like you’re invisible. your eyes scan the crowd. where the fuck are the nurses..?

an arm grabs you—a touch so rough, it’s for sure to leave a bruise. you try to pry away until you see who it is.

shidou laughs maniacally as he rushes you out the kitchen door. everyone else uses the fire exit, the front doors, and even the ones out back.

“ahh, there’s so much adrenaline pumping in my body!” he laughs before stopping you in his tracks and covering his mouth.

you’re still in a state of daze and confusion, brain still in the middle of processing what’s currently happening to you right now.

“shiiiiit, empty guard post! jackpot!” he snickers, hand gripping onto your arm yet again before running off, “he must be helping the crowd out front! we’re lucky!”

“shidou, are you sane?!” you question, breaking free from his grip as you swat his hand away. “did you set the fucking fire alarm off? how did you even manage that?!”

shidou looks at you, perplexed as if you had just told him the sky was green. “…huh?”

“i didn’t even fucking say yes to running off with you!”

oh.

he hadn’t thought of this yet—hadn’t even considered you not wanting to leave. but you just looked so down back then, so utterly helpless.

hey, how long as it been since he’s slept? shidou doesn’t even remember…

you turn your head around in a flash when you hear running footsteps. they’re light, which means whoever’s coming is still a good distance away.

your eyes flit from the open kitchen door you’d walked out of, to the parking lot a few steps away. if you made a run for it now, you’d probably be able to hide and successfully escape, but…

ah, fuck it. fucking psychotic ass, crazy bug.

you take shidou by the arm and drag him to the parking lot behind one of the vehicles. though the lot is visible and relatively close to the front entrance, the huge van you managed to duck behind does a great job at hiding you.

you look back to the man beside you, who’s currently still in a state of shock.

“shidou!” you whisper-yell, “snap out of it!”

shidou doesn’t budge, his form lifeless as if he had just been bitten by frostbite.

you kneel in front of him before slapping him in the face. “hey, fucking focus! don’t you have a plan?”

shidou blinks a couple times, registering your words.

“…plan?”

“yes, a fucking plan! don’t tell me you did all this shit on a whim?”

“uuuhh…”

you sob, covering your mouth quickly to stop yourself before sighing a shaky breath.

“fuuuuck my life.”

you don’t know how, but you managed to secure a cheap motel room with shidou a few miles away after picking up a random nurse’s lost wallet in the parking lot.

he’s already back to his usual self—the usual shidou you know, anyway. turns out all he needed was a stroke of luck, and after finding the lost wallet, he’s already back on his bullshit.

shidou is laying flat on the bed in a starfish position as you come out of the bathroom in only a towel wrapped around your figure. when he notices you, he chuckles an amused laugh before sitting up.

“yanno, all that escaping got me a little hard… the adrenaline?” he says, legs spread, staring at your backside.

“i think you need to calm down. the cops’ll be looking for us,” you deadpan, trying to dodge any of his attempts at romance. you’d be damned if you took advantage of a man that’s clearly delirious.

shidou sighs and stands up before walking over to you slowly as you brush your hair. “where’re your clothes?” he asks before pressing against you and nuzzling into your neck.

“i… they’re hung in the bathroom. i washed them,” you say, tensing up a little under his touch.

shidou takes your jaw gently in his hands before guiding you to look at him, pink eyes staring softly into yours. his pupils are dilated, and there are hints of red in his cheeks and on his ears.

shidou’s breathing is laboured.

18+, feel free to skip.

you lay under the sheets with shidou, your heart racing as he lays on his stomach, catching up on breathing beside you.

“…mdd,” you say, staring at the ceiling.

shidou blinks a couple times in your direction.

“major depressive disorder,” you blink, trying to ground yourself back to earth as you sigh a shaky breath, “i was checked in by my coach after i… i had an outburst at practice and started threatening my teammates.”

you sit up, dragging the blanket with you as a cover up for your chest.

“but i just…” you breathe, feeling sobs come through, “it was the only thing keeping me going, that’s why i…” tears stream down your face as you hyperventilate, trying to explain yourself to him.

you’ve never opened up to a therapist like this before. you’ve never cried in front of them. and yet, in this moment, you feel a strange wave of emotions as your chest caves in. you’re overwhelmed, and there’s a strong urge to explain yourself to shidou for reasons you don’t even necessarily understand.

“i just wanted them to take it as seriously as i did… i didn’t mean to hurt…”

“hey, hey…” shidou sits up, placing a hand against your back as you bury your face in your hands.

“it was my lifeline…”

shidou gulps, not really knowing what to say.

“and they took it away…”

shidou sighs, wrapping an arm around you as he brings your shaking body to his chest.

after a few more sobs, you begin to calm down. you’re stable enough to pull away from him, your eyelashes glistening wet from the tears as the tip of your nose and cheeks redden.

“i didn’t mean to a bitch to you, i just… i thought i was doing you a favor,” you say, not daring to meet his eyes. “i hurt people who get too close to me.”

shidou can’t help but laugh. scratching the back of his neck, he speaks, “remember when you asked why i was so adamant about you?”

you nod meekly, “is it because you’re a horndog?”

he chuckles, “close. but eh…” he trails, touching his chin as if to think, “i think i like girls whose misery you can sense. ya feel?”

you furrow your brows, not really understanding as you look at him.

he catches your gaze and shakes his head, “i mean, like… girls who’ve been through a lot. crazy bitches.”

“so you’re saying i’m fucking crazy?”

“well, aren’t you?” he laughs.

…

you feel a sense of rage rush through you, and before you know it, you’re bashing his head against the headboard.

shidou yells as you let go, blood running down his head and staining his blonde hair. “what the fuck—?!”

“don’t fucking patronize me!” you yell, getting off the bed and taking the blanket with you. “you’re such an asshole! you’re the crazy one!”

“you just bashed my fucking head in!” he says, blood on his hands as he tries to stop the bleeding. he holds his free hand down the blanket to cover himself up, stopping you from taking the entire thing altogether.

“are you seriously hard right now?”

“you know i’m a masochist!”

“ryusei, you are the worst fucking person i’ve ever met! i never should’ve gotten involved with you!”

“i fucking hate you too, you crazy bitch!” he scoffs, blushing as he tugs the blanket down.

“did you just get harder?”

“stop looking at my cock, bro!”

“i am not your fucking bro!”

you dive into the bed again before bashing his head a second time, making more blood drip out before you rush to the bathroom and get your clothes.

“fuck, i’m leakin’…” you hear him say, and you’re not sure which head he’s talking about right now, but you don’t really care. you need to get out of here.

you quickly get dressed and as you’re putting on your top, you hear sirens outside. your eyes widen as you unlock the door and peek out, only to be met with the sight of the police on your window as they peek in.

shidou stiffens before making eye contact with you and laughing before the cops knock on your door.

“excuse me? we’ve gotten reports of shouting and possible violence in here. everything okay in there?”

fuck, the motel owner must’ve called them. stupid fucking snitch!

“we know you’re there. please come out, we’re not going to hurt you.”

“um, just a minute!” you yell, quickly putting your top on and running over to the door. “cover up, you whore!” you whisper-yell as you walk past shidou, who’s smiling way too much.

“we’re about to get busted and you’re fucking enjoying this?” you snark, hand on the doorknob.

“oh, i’m about to bust, alright.”

you find yourself at a different psych ward a day later, under 24/7 surveillance with a nurse on your tail wherever you went and a security system tighter than a bank’s.

you sigh, bored out of your mind until you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“baaaaaby!”

how and why the fuck are you in the same ward?!

you turn around to see shidou and his nurse approaching you, placing a hand on your hip as he nuzzles against your neck.

“that’s not allowed,” and you can’t tell if it’s from your nurse or his, but either way, they don’t really do anything to separate you.

“hey, yanno, they filed your case under domestic violence,” shidou says, lifting his head up to look you in the eyes, “that mean what i think it means?”

“it means you need to get the fuck away from me.”

“what are we?”

@theappleinpineapple @hadijjj @1cckedheart @slipkn000t @cemeterysai @brattoru @username3215 yay lmk if you want more ☺️

[qardenofeden]

psych ward shidou x reader

you’re minding your business at the courtyard when a tan man with ombre hair approaches you.

“hey there, beautiful. my name’s ryusei.”

“shut the fuck up, i’m not here to make friends,” you say, flipping through another page in your book.

“oh yeah, i love ‘em feisty!” his pupils practically form into hearts as he takes a seat next to you, making you sigh heavily. “what are you in for, baby? hold on, lemme guess…” he holds up a finger as you stare at him, his eyes scanning you. “it can’t be an eating disorder ‘cause that ass is fat!” he points over at you, hooting like a maniac in an attempt to hype himself up.

“can you leave me alone, pink tips?” you scowl.

“oh, i got a pink tip for you, alright,” he smirks, nodding to himself proudly before you smack him with a book.

“nurse!” you yell out.

“you smacked me and you’re snitching?!” he says, looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes as the nurses pull you two apart.

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[bloomflix]

Loved ur bunny and Hugo work omggg , Pls pls do some size kink with Vivien hugo 🌚🌚mayhaps when it doesn’t fit 🌚🌚🌚

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ you shouldn’t ever have underestimated truly how big your boyfriend vivien hugo is

you wouldn’t say you’re that tiny—but compared to vivien, you sure as hell were; he’s over 187 cm and all muscular. he really is the poster boy for what it means to be a giant… because holy fuck.

in general, his torso and legs were so long, he could be able to pass as model… but not only that, his dick was big too. it really really was you can’t lie and say you haven’t caught print of your boyfriend—especially in his football kit, but fuck.

imagine your surprise when you lowered down on the couch to suck him off after a heated make-out session, where you were met with his huge cock, all thick and long and slightly curved… it was pretty. reallll pretty.

“c-chérie… you’re staring…”

and how would you not be?! you didn’t mind sucking him off, just seeing his reactions; then when you went on top and began grinding your dripping pussy against his length, it felt so good to just see him let out the cutest whimpers and cries while his usually void expression turned lewd.

but when you finally caved into wanting to fuck him, you bucked your hips against the tip of his cock, sliding it against your dripping cunt. and then you tried to insert it in you and well… it was harder than you anticipated.

“i… i don’t think i fit, n/n…” he went quiet, looking at you like he was both more aroused yet concerned at the same time.

your face was flushed and hot and you continue grinding against his cock, smearing your slick on his throbbing length and feeling the ridges of his veins rub against your clit.

“i-i’ll make it fit. i’ll try.”

and try you did, because you couldn’t even get past the tip before you felt like you were going to give up. he was already in—which was amazing progress! but then was left with the other however-many-the-fuck inches he sported.

“i can help, if you’d like?”

your face was heated up and you nodded quick, whining all embarrassed.

he smiled softly and latched his arms around your waist. “hold on to me, yeah?”

you embraced him tightly, your breasts squished against his lean chest as he slowly—and damn surely—made himself fit in your tiny pussy.

“viví—! o-oh my fucking g-god!” you screamed, feeling the way he filled you up so goddamn good.

“love, just a few more, okay? think you can take that?”

you nodded, already sniffling and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “i trust y-you…”

it really did feel as if he was splitting you open—as if you were a virgin taking dick for the first time with the burn. you were fucking dripping in arousal and yet, you still had trouble adjusting.

and with a small little squelch, he was all in you. you backed up from him, wanting to see if it ws really true, and it was. there, in all its glory, was his dick fully inside you—adding a little tummy buldge to you. some of your slick pooled under your stuffed cunt, glazing your inner thighs. vivien found it amusing—how your smaller frame was attempting to move in his grip, and how you were attempting to really take him.

“i’m gonna move, yeah?” he lightly strengthened his grip on your waist, and you looked at him; his face was absolutely flustered, his eyes were a bit watery, and he kept fluttering his lashes.

almost like he was about to cry—like he was restraining himself.

“are you okay…?” he hissed the moment you leaned towards him.

“you’re just so fucking tight. my god…”

it felt as if even him breathing filled you up more, yet when he actually began to move, you felt as if the wind was knocked out of you—but it just felt so fucking good.

“haahh… see how that went? not so scary huh?” what a fucking lie. you’re still scared of his big dick.

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LMFAO YK I WAS THINKING OF THAT ONE CUPCAKKE LYRIC “THATS A BIG FUCKING DICK AAAAA” AND I CANT HELP BUT LAUGH SORRY IM CRYING i’m really immature 😭😭😭 this is like really unrealistic and lowk a bit uh questionable (highkey not a fan of this bc I was lowk sleep deprived writing this icboieclenleckn) but anyways thanks for requesting xx

masterlist <3

[bloomflix]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ your bf vivien hugo... really likes your face... a bit too much

since you began dating the red-headed midfielder, you very quickly came to realize how… opinionated he was, or rather, very much open about thinking about ... pretty much anything that’s on his mind.

despite his rather cold and calculating appearance on the field (and during interviews since you can admit… your lover has a major case of resting bitch face), he’s kind and passionate.

vivien calls you beautiful any chance he gets and is overall a clingy and attentive lover (very evident given the fact that he’d try to court you in a very try-hard way before you ever started dating). he even remembers the small things about you and every time he gets the chance to see your reaction, he literally holds your face and just stares in awe at you.

however, while your lover is very opinionated and very much… him, that also comes with the fact that he is very much open on his sexual preferences.

in particular, he’s really into seeing your face. whenever you ask him about this particular quirk regarding this, he’d shrug it off, saying how, “i love to see your face when we make love. what’s wrong with that?” you knew he liked your face, but it wasn’t until he had said it where you began thinking.

rarely do you ever see your boyfriend lose his cool or even his calm demeanor, that is until when you have sex; but even so, he stays rather peaceful.

so why not torture him a little? vivien gives you the perfect reactions, afterall.

"w-what are you doing...? shit..." vivien huffed, his rough hands guiding your hips. you were in your apartment, where you were lounging together on your bed, watching a show on your tv, before one thing led to another and you suddenly found yourself riding him, legs latched around his waist while he led you.

of course, vivien loved it when you rode him–because god, you looked so fucking sexy. he loved the way he could see you–see how your breasts bounced with every thrust, and most favorably, just seeing how your expression got. but today, it was different.

your body was clinging onto him, your arms wrapped around his neck and plush body pressed against his firm chest.

"mmm...lemme stay like this, vivi..." he made a sound mixed with a groan and almost like a sigh.

"please... baby... i wanna see you, beautiful-!"

but you could only tease your lover so much—for so long. before you knew it, he had pushed your body onto the bed, him topping you.

you could see how vivien’s expression changed; how his lips suddenly curved to a smirk and his eyes gleamed. even with the dimmed lamp lights illuminating your room, you could tell how flushed his cheeks were.

“i told you that i wanted to see you,” he whispered. you felt your eyes widen at how much more you could feel his cock splitting you open—how much you could feel his weight against you further.

your lips were parted and your face was hot, eyes all glossy and eyebrows furrowed. vivien wished he could simply capture this moment forever. he caressed your face, putting his thumb in your mouth and further splitting your lips apart.

"shhhh...baby. lasse-moi voir ce beau visage, ma belle..." vivien angled his hips upwards, pressing your body onto the bed and spreading your legs wiiiide. his onyx eyes were glued on your face, going back and forth from your face to where the two of you were connected, him just staring at where his cock entered and slipped out from your overflowing cunt.

“i love you—fucking love your face… so so damn pretty…”

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i highkey dk art this drabble but ya… (most reposted from my old blog and from literal requests 🥹) also yall… is his name not “vivien” since that’s technically the masculine spelling of the name? (not trying to be like picky n shit but just wondering bc i keep seeing “vivian”... also lmao my very limited knowledge of french is coming through ig) masterlist

[valentinesxoxo]

𐔌 . ⋮ valentines 4k special .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ × ❨ new gen 11 p! links ❩

vivian hugo ۶ৎ

wet & grinding for more × you’re needy for him × he lied that he was gonna go slow and gentle × he’s so pussy drunk .. × he finally comes home × yummy cum ! × you have to stay quiet or else × you both needed this .. × he’s talking to you through it × just licking the tip

michael kaiser ۶ৎ

all he wants is you × stay quiet.. × you told him to go harder .. × you couldn’t help yourself but to jerk him off × he’s so big you couldn’t help yourself × he’s such a tease × he missed you so much × pleasing you while pleasing himself × this is perfect × he’s so mean

sae itoshi ۶ৎ

this is hot × so oily × missionary cus you love his face × what a nice view × you gotta work for it × how he fingers you × grinding on him cus you missed him × mmmm × it’s just so good × he’s clingy when he misses you

bunny iglesias ۶ৎ

you both needed it and it shows × you’re a moaning mess for him × another quickie in the car before his training × whatever pace you wants because he doesn’t mind × morning sex with him × he stopped moving so you had to do the work × up and down and repeat × take your punishment × ouuu he came back from practice needing you × jerking him off

julian loki ۶ৎ

yummy blowjob × just the tip × pulled out in time × bounce on it like a good girl × ride it like there’s no time left × you needed him so bad × in front of the mirror so you can see but you fold easily × tehehe you asked for it × you asked him to go harder on you × you wanted it badly

don lorenzo ۶ৎ

you both couldn’t keep quiet × backshots everyday × he couldn’t stop teasing you × sitting on his face & more × what he sends you while you’re gone × he loves your thighs × you’re a good girl for him × creampie × he filled you up

teddy knight ۶ৎ

pretty missionary × he’s so big.. × what a teaser × sorta body size kink .. × he’s bigger than you think × he’s so aggressive today × this is sexy af × cute close up × a quickie in the car × oops he’s teasing again × tehehe

[bfbkg]

hellooo this is me reminding u to write about sleepy bkg leaving ur apartment at night and begging for more kisses 🫡🫡

GO HOME! (2.5k)

— bakugou katsuki x reader

your boyfriend doesn’t want to go home. cw: suggestive, swearing, pretty tame

“i can hear you not putting your shoes on!” you shout from your kitchen, refilling up your water bottle by your sink.

it’s nearing eleven pm on a weekday and you’re nearing the end of your bedtime routine. after finishing your final session of tussling in bed with your boyfriend, you sleepily got to showering and doing your skincare while bakugou was tasked to go back home.

you’re screwing your lid back onto your bottle, bag of popcorn under one arm as you step into your foyer. you find your boyfriend slumped in your chair for putting shoes on, doing exactly not that.

bakugou katsuki is in his thick grey socks, a random pair of black joggers he left at your flat and his oversized khaki hoodie. he looks handsome, always does, but this time he’s appearing a little disheveled. a flower wilting as the clouds begin hiding the sun.

you’re his precious sun with the energy to keep him happy and at peace, till he’s forcefully pulled from your grip.

his hoodie is unzipped, the right side awkwardly longer than the left from being dragged on in a tantrum. his white tee underneath is creased from yanking it over his head with a guttural sigh. he’s even got a water stain on it from hovering over you when you washed your face in the bathroom.

he’s got his head in his hands, legs spread with his travel duffle by his feet. he hasn’t even managed to grab his shoes off your neatly organised rack by your door.

you potter over to him, shaking your head softly with a sweet coo.

bakugou does not want to go home.

“baby. go,” you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.

you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever experienced from him, though it’s still miles below the ones he gives at work. 

calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.

“you fuckin’ hate me,” he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. “gettin’ rid of me like this.”

you don’t miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all you’ve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.

“i don’t want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,” you smile, taller than him as he sits.

he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and you’re right in front of him.

it’s like he’s fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.

he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.

for you, it’s easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.

“you want me to piss off so you can watch love island,” he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. there’s a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.

you know for a fact you’re the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he can’t come in tomorrow. say he’s sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.

“i do have a load of episodes to catch up on since you’ve been here,” you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.

he’s a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled man’s body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.

“just say you hate me,” he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.

you don’t give in just yet.

“i love you but you’ve gotta go. you’ll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,” you smile.

he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. “yeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.”

you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.

“you need to put your shoes on—,”

“you look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.

you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what he’s doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.

he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.

your soft pastel pink  boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you don’t miss bakugou’s gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.

he looks as if he’s about to moan or take a bite out of you. you can’t tell yet. you don’t mind either.

“katsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,” you look to your clock beside your front door. “an hour and a half ago.”

bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.

“i wanna stay here with you.”

even though he’s being dramatic, you’ll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.

you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. it’s only a peck but everything he’s feeling is translated through.

“you’re killin’ me,” he says onto your lips.

“it’s not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,” you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“i’m givin’ you a good fuckin’ when i see you again.”

“you always do,” you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.

“fuck. fuck my life,” he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.

“it feels like you’re obsessed with me, kats,” you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.

he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.

“hm? you think?” he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. “‘course i fuckin’ am. i’m comin’ right back to get you when i’m done.”

you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, “if you say so.”

“i do say so. i am sayin’ that,” he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.

you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesn’t have to bend to kiss you.

“next thursday, okay?” he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. “and still text me. i’ll have my phone on me in the evenings.”

you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.

“yes, dynamight sir,” you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.

“another.” he whispers.

with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. it’s long, wet and pulses throughout your body.

you push your chest against his as if you’re trying to merge into one, bakugou’s fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.

it’s you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.

“baby, no.” he complains.

since you’re the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.

“put me down now. you’ve got to go.” you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, “need you wide awake on the field so you don’t get hurt. i don’t wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.”

that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, he’s much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesn’t want to scare or upset you. you’ve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.

“my pretty face?” he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. he’s still taking in his last few seconds.

you nod, “yes. come home safe to me.”

“i always do. don’t have to doubt me, princess.”

the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.

as if it’s becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsuki’s always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.

despite you urging him to leave, it doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t ache.

“i’ll miss you,” you say, eyes squeezed shut.

you’re just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. you’ll see him next week.

“i’ll miss you. gonna think about you when i’m on the camp site shittin’ in the woods.”

your laugh makes bakugou’s chest swell.

“you’re so annoying.”

he shrugs.

with all the power he’s ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.

“i’m gonna go now.” he looks down your empty corridor, “i could stay over tonight and leave in the mornin’—.”

“you’re not waking me up at three.”

he turns to you with a frown.

“fine. another kiss, to wish me well,” he demands.

that you can do.

a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.

“another. for good luck.”

you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.

it’s when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.

“go now!” you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.

“fuck,” he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. “i’ll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.”

“i always do!”

he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor. 

bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, “i love you. can’t wait to see you again.”

you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, “i love you too. i’ll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.”

bakugou nods rapidly, “please. i won’t be able to reply quickly but i will.”

“okay, i’ll see you later.”

he’s about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.

“one last kiss then i’m outta your sight,” he promises.

you eagerly pull out from behind the door, “last one! then you have to go!”

“yeah, yeah, yeah—,” he’s rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly you’re up on your tiptoes.

it’s a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isn’t one of his high risk ones, heck he’s going on his own because he’s so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.

you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. he’s not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.

it’s loud and messy. it’s trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. it’s bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.

your blonde sucks on your tongue and you don’t mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. you’re wondering if there’s time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.

the kiss only ends because you’re both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. there’s giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.

you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.

“goodbye now. for real, kats.”

he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. “bye baby. i’m hard now.”

“that’s your own fault for begging for more kisses,” you grin.

he pouts, “how couldn’t i when you look like—,”

“bye katsuki. my tv is calling me!”

“fuck,” he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, “bye princess.”

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