★ thinking about nanami who, contrary to popular belief, is completely oblivious to just how big his dick is.
because this is a man who rarely ever watches porn due to him finding the performances highly overdramatized, so he hasn’t really had the chance to compare his size to other men. and while he’s by no means a virgin, he’s always assumed that the women who have told him he’s ‘big’ were just aiming to flatter him — his mother raised him to be humble, after all.
but it’s not until he gets you (the sweet girl he’s been seeing for the past few months) into his bed that it dawns on him that he might be a little… larger than average, to say the least.
“k-kento— ‘s not gonna fit,” you whine pitifully beneath him, fat tears beading along your lower lashes as you squirm against the mattress. “‘m sorry but... i-i don’t think i can take it all.”
and nanami can do nothing but gape at how giant his cock suddenly seems in comparison to your little fluttering hole, his angry reddened tip trying (and failing) to slowly push past the first ring of resistance inside your spongy walls.
“o-oh, sweetheart,” he rasps out, adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he swallows down the thick lump that seems to have arisen in his throat. “i’m sure we can make it fit, no? just… just try ‘n relax a little more for me.”
“i’ve been trying to relax this whole time,” you hiccup, trembling hands pawing at his bulky arms positioned either side of your head as he peers down at you sympathetically. “you’re just too b-big, ken.”
he exhales deeply, leaning down to press a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth as a form of apology for what he’s about to do— before swiftly using all of the strength in his lower body to thrust every inch of him inside in one go.
and you’re squealing, nails no doubt leaving crescent-shaped indents in the skin of his muscular biceps as you thrash against the sheets, desperately trying to adjust to the feeling of being so completely and utterly full, your poor cunt practically being split in two to accommodate the sheer size of him.
“christ— ah, there we go,” he grunts, sweaty strands of blonde hair falling over his forehead as he forces himself to stay completely still above you, allowing you ample time to get as comfortable as possible. “see, darling? i told you we’d make it fit.”
but nanami can’t bear the idea of you struggling this much every time the two of you are intimate, so he comes to the conclusion that he’ll just have to make sure that by the end of the night, your insides are moulded to the exact shape of his cock.
that way it won’t be such a difficult fit next time, right?
bakugo is nothing if not competitive, and his friends know this.
you're all sitting around, playing a game where one person gets a word and lists off clues for the other person to guess.
bakugo is huffing and puffing half way through about how stupid the game is and refusing to play.
"he's just afraid he would lose." denki teases.
"you put the two of us" he points between you and himself, "against any of you losers, and we will demolish you."
"prove it and play then, bakugo," kirishima tries to goad him, "or you'll just end up proving denki right, which would be embarrassing for you," it works.
"the only thing that's gonna be embarrassing is how badly all of you are about to get beat," he sits on the floor next to you and glares at his friends, "start the timer."
you smile in excitement and face him, picking up a few of the cards and waiting for mina to start the timer.
"what you're in charge of because I don't like to do it"
"cook"
"yes. next one." you flip to the next card. "I tell you you have a bad one of these probably daily."
"temper."
"exactly." you flip the card again. "the theory I always reference when I talk about us. invisible."
"string."
"yes!" you read the next card and think of a clue quickly. "body part of yours I'm most obsessed with."
"thighs."
"higher."
"hands."
"got it." as you move to the next card you look at the timer to see plenty of time still left for the two of you to rack up points. "you refuse to let me do this, I say it's because you're a gentleman, you say-"
"drive, and it's because you hit at least one curb every time."
"hey!" you remind yourself to scold him after the game. "I point these out every time we drive past them."
"cows."
"yup! they're so cute." you smile and go to the next card. "I'm really scared of these but I don't like when you kill them because it makes me sad."
"spiders."
"they might've had a family." you frown. "I bought you this for our first anniversary."
"watch." he holds up his arm to show the exact one.
you smile proudly at yourself as you move onto the next card. time is ticking but you still have a few seconds. "you hate them."
"babies."
"singular."
"baby."
"I hate how quick you got that, but yes." next. "you told me this is where you fell in love with me."
"school."
"more specific. think of a place there."
"lunchroom."
"color I think you look best in."
"black."
you hurry as you watch the last bits of the timer begin to run out. "I have a hard time doing this until you get home from work."
"sleep."
"one more, one more! you say you hate them to their faces but then we leave and you admit they're kinda cool."
bakugo grits his teeth as he answers, his competitive streak wins against his stubbornness. "friends."
the timer goes off immediately after he answers and all of your friends give a mix of shocked looks.
denki is the first to break, letting out a high pitched "awwww, bakugo!" before trying to move in for a hug.
bakugo swats at him and glares at the friend group. "soak it up now, I'm never admitting it out loud ever again."
you smush your face against your boyfriend's arm as he gives you a look. "love youuuuuu."
"psh," but you know he means to say it back by the firm squeeze he gives your thigh and the way his weight shifts to lean against you just a bit more.
Welcome to my rendition of: You and Sukuna doing the WIRED interview together as a couple and he's like his character but minus the murder <3 (a/n: fem terms used, also they do be physically rough housing with each other in some parts if that makes y'all uncomfortable just be aware it's all playful)
"I can't believe you roped me into this."
You giggle at your boyfriend, who is struggling to stay seated comfortably on the stool next to you. "It's gonna be fun!"
"For who?"
You give him the biggest smile you can and two thumbs up. When you first started dating your relationship broke the internet, most certainly for your grumpy sunshine dynamic. Sukuna was known for being difficult to get along with because of his natural resting bitch face and general disinterested demeanor. He didn't like many people, and he made that known. You were one of few, and the cast members on set with you two had spoken at length about it in their own interviews. They enjoyed poking fun at the 'soft side of Sukuna'. As much as he denied this side existed, you definitely pulled it out of him. Which is how you ended up convincing him to do a WIRED interview with you in place of Gojo, who had to cancel last minute.
"Introduce yourselves to the camera for us."
You did and then looked at Sukuna expectedly. "Her boyfriend."
You gripped his arm, squeezing into his side and cheesing hard at the camera.
The first set of questions was handed to you on a large piece of cardboard, which Sukuna grabbed so you wouldn't have to hold it.
"Ok, first question! Does Ryomen Sukuna...."
"Why me first?"
"Have a girlfriend?"
"Obviously, dumb question."
"People wanna know if you're single! Because you're so handsome., obviously," you mocked him.
"Well answer's yes and I don't plan on being single any time soon. Next question."
"Is Ryomen Sukuna...." you ripped the magnet off to reveal the rest of the question, "mean?" You hold your giggle as his head swivels immediately toward and he narrows his eyes.
"Tell the people the truth."
You scrunch your nose and look directly into the camera, feeling his gaze still burning into the side of your face. "He's the biggest sweetheart ever-"
"Liar!" His arms squeeze you and your pulled off your stool and into his lap. "I have a reputation to uphold, tell them how awful and mean I am!"
Between laughter you try to speak. "He's so mean- the worst person ever- garbage personality- rude to waitstaff!"
"That's right," he points at the camera, "and don't you forget it."
Laying awkwardly across his lap, you reach to reveal the next question from the card he now holds off to the side. You fight to reach it as he pulls it further away and eventually get fed up enough to push his face so that he stumbles, almost falling off his chair. You're able to get to the next question but not without a yelp from the swift smack that lands on your thigh.
"I'm reading the next question, stop being a-" you look up at him with big doe eyes.
"Say it," he smirks, daring you.
"No!"
"Say it!"
"A dick!"
"Wow. I can't believe you just called me that."
"Answer the next question!"
"Read it!
"Does Ryomen Sukuna..." you gasp, "like me?!"
He rolls his eyes, knowing how he's never going to hear the end of this when the two of you leave. "Did you google that? It sounds like something you would google."
"I'd definitely done that before we dated in brief moments of desperation and simping."
"The having sex with you wasn't telling enough?"
You squeal, "Oh my god, cut that part out!"
Sukuna lets out the loudest laugh.
"Next question!"
"Final one, then your turn."
"Fine." You begin to read off the next question, ripping the cover off the next question. "Does Sukuna...really have pink hair?"
"Yes, clearly. That was a dumb question, just look up a picture of me."
"Why don't you tell everyone why you dyed it that color?"
"Lost a bet."
"Ryo!"
"Don't yell at me, woman!" Sukuna pinched your side. "I'm sensitive."
You squeeze his arm and look at the camera with soft eyes as you explain, "they made fun of Yuuji for dying his hair pink back in school so he did it too."
"Tell them the rest of the story!" He snapped harmlessly. "I dyed it, went to school the next day, and beat the fuck out of those three little shitbags-"
"Language!"
He lowers his face toward yours and whispers "I will fucking kill you."
You smile for the camera, "he means kiss."
And he does, immediately swooping in to lay one kiss on your cheek and one on your neck. "Bring on the questions about her!"
"I hate talking about myself."
"Well that's fine," he picks up the new cardboard poster, "because I don't shut up about you."
Your face feels hot at your boyfriend's words.
"The people want to know. Are you..." he reveals the question and is immediately set off, "dating Toji? I will burn this place to the ground."
"Toji's a good looking guy, I could pull."
"Well that's not the question."
"Correct, the answer is no."
"And it'll stay that way."
"What if you fumble the bag?"
He throws a look your way, "I got that shit double strapped. Like a backpack. That bag ain't going nowhere." He pulls on the tab covering the next question, reading, "What is your...net worth? Fucking high."
"A lady never tells," you wink at the camera.
"I'm just the trophy husband."
"We're not married though."
"Don't hurt my feelings." He grabs your hand and lays it on his thigh. "Am I not trophy husband material?"
You purse your lips at him.
"Brat. We're moving onto the next question." Your hand reaches over to the cardboard he holds. "Are you...in the next season of JJK?"
"I am, and so is Sukuna, and not to spoil anything but our characters actually interact this season."
Sukuna nods his head. "Fucking finally. And I've got a big fat crush on her."
"Definitely not a plot point."
"I wasn't talking about my character."
You lean against him and plant a kiss on his shoulder. "Softy."
"One last question, then we go home" He announces. "Are you...in love with Sukuna?" He quickly spits out the question and throws the board over his shoulder.
"It didn't ask that!"
"Answer the question! Spare no details!"
"Mmm," you pretend to think, "I guess."
You feel his finger poke into your side over and over. You giggled and fought against his hands. "She's obsessed with me. Don't let her fool you, she's gonna be all over me after we get home."
"Liar!"
"Say goodbye to the people!"
You smile back up at the camera, half lying across Sukuna's lap, and say a quick goodbye before leaning up to kiss him on the mouth. "You're lucky I do actually love you."
The One Where Bakugo is Different With You (and your friends kinda called it but are too dumb to fully connect the dots)
katsuki x fem!reader
No one understands what it is you did to make him like you. You insist that you didn't do anything. They don't believe you.
Bakugo isn't nice to anyone. He tolerates people. Sometimes. In fact, it's not like he's even nice to you. But he is different. And everyone has noticed.
"That's her seat, get up." He snaps at Mineta as the boy sits down next to him.
"What, she has to sit next to you?"
"Get. Up."
Mineta doesn't hesitate.
You've known him as long as the rest of them, but for some reason he seems softer toward you. Kirishima is the first to bring it up to him.
"Do you like her or something?"
"She's my friend, of course I like her."
"Denki is your friend, you don't like him."
"Hey!" Denki yells from the other side of the couch.
Bakugo just grits his teeth and doesn't respond.
Even when riffing with him, he takes what you say differently than he does with everyone else.
"What if I just cracked this egg over your head?"
He looks down at you. "I'd be impressed that you could reach."
"That hot head would probably fry it." Sero laughs at his own joke.
Sparks began to form from the explosion hero's good hand. "I will blast you out of this building!"
And forget about anyone else asking him for anything. He doesn't really do favors, not unless he's hounded to do them. But for you?
"I'm hungry."
Bakugo stands from the couch and holds out his hand to pull you up with him. "Let's go try the new sushi place down the block."
Or
"I have an interview with the talkshow next week but they want me there at like six in the morning."
He doesn't even look up from his phone, where he's opening his calendar to schedule himself off of work that day. "I'll stay by your place and drive you in the morning."
OR
A bag falls into your lap and the blonde plops down next to you. "They were on sale."
You open the bag to find your favorite candies, letting out an excited squeal. "They've been out the last two weeks."
"I told the guy to call me when he got a box in."
Denki tries to reach his hand out for a box but it's slapped away by the larger blonde. "Touch it or her and I will personally cut off that hand."
And then there's Kirishima's personal favorite interactions to watch. Something Bakugo has done since living in the dorms at UA, through your roommate years where all of you split an apartment to save up money.
Bakugo would get up to leave the room and stop in the doorway, staring directly at you. "Are you coming?"
"Where are we going?"
"Check your phone."
You would look down at your phone and laugh every time. "Are you embarrassed to say it in front of everyone?"
"Shut the fuck up and get over here!"
Everyone could read between the lines, and his blush on his cheeks.
But you'd never officially dated. Anytime any of the friend group would ask about it, you'd both deny it and change the subject. Kirishima and Mina would narrow their eyes in suspicion at you and one another.
"You just treat her different than everyone else." Kiri would point out.
"Friends don't look at each other the way you two do, especially not Bakugo." Mina would accuse.
The answers were always the same.
"Mind your own shitty business." Bakugo would snap.
"You all just look too much into things. He can be nice at times." You would always insist.
It would take all the way up until a random work party Bakugo's agency was holding for the truth to come out. For Denki to walk in on the two of you in the bathroom-
"Practically devouring each other! It was disgusting!"
Bakugo rolled his eyes. His arms rested around the back of the couch with you tucked close into his side. "See this is why we kept it a secret for so many years, you're all being so dramatic about it."
"Years?!" Mina screamed. "How many years has this been a thing?"
You tried to avoid all eye contact with her.
"Since high school." Bakugo replied with ease.
"Since high school?!" Your friends gaped.
"When we were all living in the dorms?" Denki asked.
"Used to meet up on the old training grounds to make out."
"The apartment we all shared?" Kirishima narrowed his eyes.
"Snuck into each other's rooms like every single night, can't believe you guys never caught us then."
"When we all were interning at the same agencies?" Sero threw out there.
"Bribed the scheduling team to put the two of us on the same routes."
"Ok wait, but you guys told us you weren't and you used to talk about the different people you would go on dates with right in front of each other- oh my fucking god." Mina facepalmed.
Bakugo laughed maniacally as you tried to hold yours in.
"So you were talking about each other? Every single time?"
"Every. Single. Time."
Mina sighed. "This is actually insane, I can't believe you never said anything."
"I mean it's not like we should be that surprised, besides," Kirishima chimed in, "it's not like they're secretly engaged to be married or anything, right?"
Silence.
"Right?" Kirishima's smile falters a bit. "Please tell me you two aren't engaged."
Bakugo blinks a few times before responding. "Ok, we're not engaged."
"Bakugo!"
"Did you think I was just really nice to her all the time for no reason?"
I was wondering if there a will be a part 2 for the dabi and hawks post?? I loved it omg it was so good, it was literally exactly what I needed and what I was looking for!!!
it’s not something i had planned out but i wouldn’t mind doing a part 2 at all, the holidays make me feel generous so who knows :)
