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[blazedbakugou]

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[kill3ill]

(18+)

zuko wants a baby.

he's told you this many times now, but you often brush off the firelord's ask as fleeting desire. perhaps a new fetish - the thought of seeing you knocked up and so evidently claimed by him that any time you'd leave his chambers, people would see you as his, pregnant and swollen with his child.

you didn't take him seriously at all, until he dragged you away from his council room where you'd been seated next to him the whole time, giving him such sweet, pure little looks and rubbing his thigh dangerously close to his cock, all while murmuring praises whenever he proposed a strong idea. such words could've also been used in bed, as you'd been saying things like;

"so good, zuko."

"well done, my prince."

among other words in that sultry voice of yours.

now he has you folded up in his huge bed, pushing your legs wide open as far as they'll go as he pounds his achingly swollen cock into your chubby pussy with the sole goal of pumping you full of his babies.

you cry out and dig your nails into his strong shoulders, wondering what's come into your loving husband. how he's gone from lovemaking to fucking you raw into the mattress, aiming the thick head of his cock straight for your womb and kissing your cervix each time he bottoms out.

"didn't fuck- take me seriously at all." he grunts, watching juices spill out of you as he keeps aiming his long, curved cock straight for your womb, dragging his engorged shaft along your softened sweet spots each time. it makes your toes curl and your nails cut into his flesh as pleasure overwhelms you. "i told you i wanted to get you fuckin' pregnant, and you thought i was joking. what makes you think i'd ever joke about something like that?"

"zuko!" you call his name between garbled moans, your head tipping back into the pillow when he pushes his cock flat into your cervix yet again, slowing his thrusts just enough to hit it gently, not to hurt, but to deliver a fucking message. he tuts at your whining and lets out a soft hiss as you rake your nails down his skin. the pain does not deter him at all, only encouraging to pound your puffy cunt harder.

he grabs handfuls of your tits, squeezing and rubbing his skilled fingers along your budding nipples until they're hard and stout, his tongue licking over his lips hungrily as he imagines how they'll dribble with milk once you're thoroughly bred. he leans down and pushes your breasts together so he can suck both nipples into his mouth at once, tasting the sweetness of your skin and sweat for now and fixating on how much sweeter you'll taste with milk pouring into his mouth.

he plans to fuck your cunt as long as he can while you're pregnant, too.

the new angle has his cock spearing into you impossibly deeper, and as a reaction, your pussy flutters around him, milking his cock greedily and trying to wring the cum straight out of him. one more squeeze of your velvety walls around his dick has his cock swelling up, and with a loud groan into your tits, he spills a hot, thick, heavy load right into your womb, fucking you through it in hopes that this round of cum will surely get you pregnant.

[kurosaaki]

PUSSYWHIPPED FRAT!JO

WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo how i love u), pussywhipped!gojo, praise, gojo crying a little (pussy so good makes him cry lol), begging.

A/N: this is my take on frat!jo. i’m obsessed w him. very short drabble i did while on the bus lol enjoy. tag: @rainlina | check my recent fic!

it’s widely known that frat!jo is the life of the party. the charismatic one. the popular one.

loud as hell at every party, shirt always half-unbuttoned, sunglasses perched on his head even at 2 am, slinging arms around his friends while he loudly recounts last weekend’s hook-ups.

“swear to god bro, she was crying my name by the 3rd round” he brags, guys fist-bumping him like some kind of local legend, girls giggling.

he’s the king of the world (or so he feels like). never texts back. doesn’t care about anyone ghosting him. he doesn’t get ghosted — he’s the one ghosting. the one who doesn’t “repeat girls”.

then, the inevitable happens. he finds you at a party. basically eyecandy for him. you could be fun. laughed at his horrible jokes, flirted with him, hell, you were so his type.

and obviously, you end up in his room.

he crowds you against the door, barely locked when he makes cocky promises that would make any girl giggly. “m’gonna have you screaming so loud, gorgeous…”

he truly does believe his words. he’s done this too many times.

except the moment your fingers hook under his waistband and tug his sweats down, that bravado cracks like cheap glass.

you push him back onto his bed — still messy from god knows who was his last girl— and climb on top of him. the moment you sink down onto him, slow and deliberate, his entire body locks up.

“f-ffuuck,” he gasps, head thudding back against the pillows. his hands fly to your thighs, fingers digging in hard, but he’s not guiding you. he… he is just holding on. “wa—wait, baby, slow—s-shit, you’re—ngh—”

you roll your hips once and his eyes roll back, mouth falling open on a broken whine.

“huh? i… thought you were gonna ruin me?” you ask innocently, though smiling like never before. “thought you were gonna make me scream?”

he laughs. tries to. it comes shaky, more whimper than chuckle. “y-yeah, i am, i—fuck, just—gimme a sec, you feel too good, i can’t—” his hips jerk up once, twice, sloppy and desperate, like he can’t help it. “god, your pussy’s so —mmph— perfect, I’m losing my fucking mind…!”

you clench around him on purpose.

he chokes. full-body shuddering. “a-ah! don’t—don’t do that yet, please, i’ll—shit, i’ll cum too fast”

“already?” you whisper. “come on, let me enjoy this a little…” you pout, looking down at him, biting your lip. you move your hips back and forth, moaning softly, “you’re so big, gojo… stretching me so sweet”

he groans, long and wrecked, arms wrapping around your waist to yank you flush against his chest. Face buried in your neck like he’s hiding. “fuck, don’t say it like that —” his voice cracks on the last word, and then he’s mumbling against your skin, hot and frantic. “you’re so warm— so fucking wet… I can’t think straight when you’re on me like this… please don’t stop, baby, please”

you start moving again. slow grinds, little circles now and then. nothing otherworldy. but he’s already babbling.

“s’too fucking good— love how you squeeze me, love how you, ah, ride me, fuck, i’m yours, i’m so fucking yours—” his hands roam everywhere: up your back, down to grip your ass, then back up to cradle your face so he can kiss you. messy and needy. “don’t you dare leave after, ‘kay? i’ll— shit—i’ll do whatever, baby, please…”

you pick up the pace just a little and his whole body buzzes, thighs trembling under you.

“g’nna cum—baby, ‘m gonna—fuck, i can’t hold it—” he sounds panicked, like he’s actually fighting his own orgasm because he doesn’t want it to end.

you lean close — once you’re close to come as well — to whisper right against his ear: “then cum for me, gojo. make me feel good”

that does it for him.

his eyes snap wide— pupils blown, lashes wet, and he comes with a long, shaking moan that cracks into your name. hips stuttering, arms crushing you to his chest, spilling inside you like he’s never going to stop. “fuck—love you, love this pussy-“

when the aftershocks finally fade, he doesn’t push you off. doesn’t roll over and grab his phone like the rumors say he does.

instead he flips you gently so you’re tucked against him, still buried deep. long limbs cage you in. his face smushed between your tits. he’s breathing hard, like he just ran a whole marathon.

you card fingers through his damp hair. “that was something.”

he huffs a laugh, embarrassed. “don’t you ever say a word about this” he mutters, “i’d be dead if you do.”

is this the same guy who was bragging downstairs about never catching feelings and fucking left and right?

yes it is!

[bfbkg]

new couple. reader has daddy kink & doesn’t know how to tell katsuki

BY ANY MEANS POSSIBLE (1.2k)

warnings: minors dni, super suggestive

notes: this ask was sent during a time i was taking requests. i am not currently. based off this picture! a quick little drabble.

it was the only thing you could think about when bakugou katsuki was inside you. the word was on the tip of your tongue. almost dribbled, almost moaned, almost whispered in his ear. but you didn’t because you could imagine the embarrassment flushing through you like a fever. saying odd things, well expect odd answers.

you sit up slowly in your bed, finding the space beside you empty but it’s okay because the man who’s supposed to be beside you, sits at your little bedroom desk across from your bed. it’s only little for him because the pro hero dwarfs every piece of furniture you own. that’s your spot when you work from home, your computer screen and your laptop. your favourite bits of stationary, mostly bought by him when he goes back home to visit his mum.

but now katsuki’s bare back practically takes over your whole vision. it’s large, scars littered all over it as he hunches over your desk. he’s writing something in his black leather bound notebook with your pink pen and then types on his laptop he brought with him. you can see the tips of his black glasses behind his ears and the red scratches at his shoulders from last night. the combination makes you chew your bottom lip. 

you open your mouth to call him. nothing comes out. then again, “k—,” nope.

you rub your arm, only in your camisole and undies. he’s got his grey sweats on, rubbing the top of his blonde head before sighing deeply.

a tiny, “fuck” passing his lips to whatever data he’s looking at. 

katsuki’s back muscles are deep, thick, years of training and saving lives all compressed into a toned body. this is why you wanted to mumble the word in the first place. because he looks like that. treats you so good. because the thought of uttering it and him doing his slow smirk lights you up.

then he stretches, large biceps in the air and a groan. it starts loud, then stops abruptly, his whole body freezing. his arms drop and then he slowly turns around to check on you.

“did i wake you? didn’t mean to be loud there.”

everything about your boyfriend is a weakness for you. stupidly gorgeous. you still get nervous when he looks at you for too long, levelling you with his maroon eyes with flecks of burnt orange. his rectangle framed glasses are adorable, always giving you the urge to squeeze his cheeks and kiss all over them right after.

you shake your head softly, “there’s actually something i wanted to ask you. about last night.”

that makes katsuki turn, spinning around on the chair to face your bed. your eyes immediately go to his crotch, half soft in his grey joggers, sitting against his thigh. they’re so low on his waist you can tell he’s got no underwear on, his usual white band gone, instead a light tuft of dark blonde in replacement.

you’re too busy sexualising him, remembering how he looked above you last night. sweat across his brow, calling you perfect as he pressed your knees against the side of your head. every thrust sending you to a euphoria where it’s only you and him, unable to stop repeating how much you love him in a broken loop. you’re about to moan aloud, ignore what you want to tell him to climb into his lap and feel him up.

“did i do somethin’ you didn’t like?” 

worry coats katsuki’s face. he sits up slightly, frowning over at you warily and clutching the fabric of his joggers before letting go. 

“i’ll stop being so rough, i just get caught up—,”

you shake your head, “no, nothing like that! i wanted to ask you something and it’s okay if you don’t like it.”

it’s the perfect position for you to watch him pull out his cock and stroke himself. his abs tensing, that vein he gets on his right bicep pulsating, the scar in the centre of his chest going a shade darker as his body blushes.

“tell me, babygirl. what’s up?” 

he presses his tongue in his cheek, then licks along his bottom lip. if he doesn’t like it, he wouldn’t embarrass you would he? he wouldn’t. he’s done embarrassing things before, like when he farted on the sofa for the first time in front of you and tried to blame it on the leather or when he tripped over a dodgy pavement step when he went to open the car door for you last week.

“last night… i think… okay so—,” you pause to groan, no clue how to just say it.

bakugou tilts his head with a smirk, “if you wanna start usin’ toys, that purple dildo you’ve got would be so sexy but not in me. don’t think i’m a fan of dick in my ass.”

“katsuki! i wasn’t gonna say that!”

“no? then spit it out. whatever it is i won’t give a fuck.”

you huff, looking at the ceiling then to your sweet boyfriend who lives to make you happy by any means possible.

“i want to call you daddy… during sex. i always wanna say it but don’t want it to get awkward if you’re not into it.”

you smooth out the quilt with a pout.

“yeah, you can call me that.”

he pounces out of his seat like a lion, crawling over to you on your bed to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. your hands gravitate to his neck, keeping him against you.

“what? really?” you ask as he attacks you with affection. another kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks. one on your lips.

he’s breathless, “there’s little you can do that wouldn’t turn me on, baby.”

everything goes straight to your core, preheating you for what’s about to come. if he lets you.

“thank you, daddy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss into his jaw and the smile you release when he moans feels like a breath of fresh air.

“fuck, say it again f’me,” he grunts, dragging your lips back to his, edging your mouth open for you to brush your tongue against his. 

“let me touch you, daddy,” when you reach down for his cock, his forehead drops to your shoulder.

“you’re so goddamn—,” he breathes, voice shaky, “lemme finish my work first. i’ve got a deadline in thirty minutes, i can get it done in twenty.”

katsuki believes he’s the strongest man in the world when he pulls out of your arms but not without leaving you three long kisses. 

“‘tsuki!” you whine, sinking down into your bed to rest your head on your pillow. “you’ve got twenty minutes before i start playing with myself.”

he drops in your office chair, taking his hands through his hair in visible distress. the sight makes you want to laugh, sit on his cock while he grinds up into you.

“baby, please,” he tries to reprimand but you can see him adjust himself in his sweats. “have some fuckin’ sympathy for me readin’ these boring ass documents with a hard on.”

“i’m imagining you between my legs, two fingers inside me, sucking on my—,”

“baby, stop talkin’ or you’re not callin’ me daddy.”

you narrow your eyes, “fine. so unfair.”’

[esilek]

bestfriend!katsuki when you break up with your boyfriend!

it’s 2 in the morning when katsuki hears a rapid banging on his door.

dragging himself out of bed, he gets up with a groan, slips on the nearest pair of sweatpants he can find, and goes to open his door.

and when he does, it’s you. standing there, in your pajamas, eyes red and puffy like you’d been crying.

rubbing his eyes, voice full of sleep. “..the hell? what’s going on?” he already stepping back allowing you to come in.

sniffing, “he cheated on me—we…broke up.”

you step closer to him, letting your face hit his chest and you start to sob.

oh.

oh.

fuck yeah.

he freezes before wrapping his arms around you slowly, pulling you closer, trying to comfort you. “cmere, i got you.”

you continue to sob into his shoulder, finally being able to let everything out. but little do you know, behind your back, he’s grinning like a villan. fucking ecstatic. practically shaking with excitement.

katsuki has been in love with you for months. but couldn’t do anything about it due to your asshole of a boyfriend.

and now, he didn’t have to hide anything. he’s been respectful of your relationship, sure, he wasn’t going to ruin anything for you. he’s no home wrecker.

you settle down a bit, pulling back to look at him. his hair is a mess, clothes all disheveled, and his eyes tired. you didn’t even realize until now that you must’ve woken him up. “you.. were sleeping.”

he doesn’t even care that you woke him up. this is way more important than sleeping. katsuki nods and gives you a soft smile. he grabs your hand and leads you to his couch. “don’t worry about me right now. come sit.”

he sits down first, pulling you down with him. closer than usual. he rests his hand on your knee, trying to sooth you. there was no holding back now. no more boundaries.

he lifts his arm, allowing you to lean into him. “I just thought he loved me..”

biting his lip to tame his smile, “he was a lame anyway.” his hand finds your back, rubbing soft circles. his voice is sweet. like, almost too sweet. “you’re alright. im here.”

after about half an hour of you rambling on about how you found out, along with on and off crying, katsukis set you up comfortably in his bedroom with a big blanket, some water, and a change of clothes.

softly, “that dick didn’t deserve you. you’re better than him you know.”

“thanks katsuki.” when you look at him, theres a spark of something in his eyes. “can i stay here tonight? i’ll just sleep on the couch.”

the couch? hell no. not when now he can have you right by his side. he’s quick to respond: “nah. we’re both gonna sleep in my bed.”

katsukis about to have the best night of his life. why?

that asshole? gone.

obstacles? none.

you? here. his to finally take care of.

ᡣ𐭩

cuz all these tiktoks lol 1 2 3

[candyandclouds]

bakugo thinks he’s a baddie? nah, he hadn’t met you yet.

bakugo tried. god, he tried so hard.

ever since he started dating you, he’d been… working on himself. speaking a little softer. not exploding at every inconvenience. even kirishima had patted his back like some proud uncle, saying, “bro, look at you. character development.”

bakugo, arms crossed, cheeks faintly red, muttered, “i’m not doing anything. i’m just… being considerate.”

he really believed he had to tone it down so he wouldn’t scare you off.

but then…

…. then came the incident.

you two were out at a street market, hands brushing, bakugo pretending he wasn’t smiling like an idiot every time you looked up at him. everything was peaceful. calm. almost romantic.

until two extras walked by. “wow, dynamight in the wild,” one snickered. “thought he’d be taller.”

bakugo stiffened. he opened his mouth to speak (softly!!), but he didn’t get the chance. because you turned around first.

“excuse me?” your voice boomed with a ferocity bakugo had never heard before. “say that again, i dare you.”

the idiots blinked. “what—?”

“OH, I’M SORRY—WERE YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND?” you were already marching toward them, eyes blazing, hands up like you were ready to grab a folding chair from thin air and commit violence. “TALL ENOUGH TO STEP ON YOUR NECKS. TRY AGAIN.”

bakugo stood there. speechless.

you kept going. “you think you can do better? you wanna fight? no quirks, just hands. COME ON, LET’S GO!”

the extras ran, like full sprinted away.

you huffed, muttering curses under your breath before walking back to bakugo like nothing happened. “anyway,” you said sweetly, “did you want takoyaki or the grilled squid?”

bakugo stared at you. mouth open. heart doing olympic flips.

you frowned. “what? did i overreact?”

bakugo grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you so aggressively you nearly lost balance. when he pulled back, he was red all the way to the tips of his ears. “you’re—” he swallowed in awe. “you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

you blinked. “huh?”

bakugo took your hand like he was afraid you’d disappear. “i thought i had to calm down for you,” he muttered. “but apparently you’re worse than me.”

you grinned, leaning into him. “is that a problem?”

bakugo looked at you like you were the first sunrise he’d ever seen. “it’s the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me.”

[sweetlandspos-deactivated202503]

Trick or treat

[lumieros]

五条悟／SATORU GOJO ♱‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𐙚 mdni. 18+. sending you voicemails while masturbating.

the voicemail starts with a shaky laugh, then the drag of his breath against the receiver. “baby... fuck— you didn’t pick up...” a pause, and then it hits you— the slick, wet, unmistakable sound of his fist stroking up and down his hardened cock in slow rhythms.

satoru whines into the phone, a pathetic purr. it sounds messy and obscene, but nowhere near as mouthwatering as the real scene. the glide broken by soft squelches every time precum drips and he smears it down his shaft. “babyyyy...i saved your contact with a special ringtone so that I'll never let it go on voicemail, but you—hah—you’re so..” you hear him groan. you can imagine him sprawled out on your bed with his stiff cock in his hand, “you’re so mean, angel. ’m so hard it hurts” satoru thumbs his swollen tip, precum sticking to his knuckles. “been leaking all over just thinking about you— nngh, fuck, need you soooo bad”

you hear the crack of the mattress as he fucks up into his own fist, the sound his strokes quickening with every mewl that becomes more loud. “i’m squeezin’ it tight, the way your pussy strangles me when you’re about to come—f-fuck— baby, I can feel it, my hand’s not enough, it’s never enough without you”

you can hear the sharp slap, slap, slap as he jerks himself faster, palm meeting his stomach every time he pumps down to the base. slower, deeper strokes now, sticky skin dragging under his skin. “can you hear that, baby? that’s all for you. hear what you’re missing out on? just come home to me so I can fuck you senseless”

his strokes speed up again, the lewd rhythm louder, punctuated by the desperate slides of his fist and the occasional hiss of breath through his teeth, “fuck— ’m so close, ’m gonna come baby, want it to be inside you so bad...” satoru’s shameless urgency stirs a deep ache between your thighs. he’s being so loud on purpose and you can only imagine his state. he’s whining into the speaker, voice nothing but a vibrato of trembles paired with the rustling of sheets shifting with his movements. slick, sloppy strokes hastening more and more as he chases his release.

a loud and final sticky squelch paired with heavy breaths groaning through the line. your own breath is unknowingly matching his quivering one. a softer, ruined little laugh ends it, “mhm, baby, ’m such a mess without you. play this back when you miss me, yeah?”

[madamsommed]

✦ boyfriend!bakugou that fucks you while you complain about your bad day

you don't know what you used to do to relax after a hard day before. but what you do know is it wasn't nearly as effective as this was.

nothing could be as effective as venting all your frustration to your boyfriend while he massages all the tension out your muscles including the one inside you.

"can you believe he- ah! mm~ yelled at me for that..?" you complained, throwing your head back in ecstasy. katsuki repositions you on the pillow he placed under your back. something he started doing because you were always complaining about the back pain you had after you two fucked.

it's proven successful, you've had less back pain since then. you'd probably have none if katsuki didn't go for so long. he brings your legs over his shoulder, leaning further into you. his chain hangs just over your skin, cold metal grazing you're skin when his thrusts get particularly deep.

"no i can't.." his eyes stay focused on the way is cock plunging into your pussy, only looking up occasionally to gauge your reaction when he does something different. if you didn't know better you'd think he was distracted but katsuki's always been a exceptional listener. and an even better multi-tasker. bringing up things you said in passing, yapping in his ear while he filled out paper work. things you forgot you said yourself, because when did you tell him that you liked the toilet paper under rather than over?

katsuki stares at you now, eyes half-lidded but still determined. "'m listening, baby.. then what?" his words come out so sweetly just above a whisper. breathless and raspy, like he's doing everything to hold back the moan stuck in his throat. he never lets you hear his whimpers and whines during sex no matter how much you tell him how attractive it is. only letting them out freely when he's overstimulated or tired. like when you take care of him after a bad day.

"then he kept bitching and moaning all.. oh my god- right there katsu~! hah.." katsuki perks at that mimicking that exact thrust over and over.. rubbing your clit with the hand that wasn't pining you down. "yeah..? right here?" he's voice louder now like that reaction gave him a boost of energy. you nod rapidly, the feeling of his mushroom tip against your g-spot wiping all remnants of your bad day from your head.

and this time he doesn't ask you to continue because he knows you no longer remember, just like he wanted.

[thatsallitchief]

Nanami time! This time w new glasses 🤭

[thatsallitchief]

Saw the new season trailer, and busted this out

[olivebowl-deactivated20251125]

on my break rn and i literally cannot stop thinking abt dry humping w bsf!bakugou like. normal roughhousing play fighting that is integral to your relationship goes slightly too far and you make a Noise when his knee slots between your legs and he's red in the face asking you what the fuck was that? then suddenly you're kissing all tongue and teeth and spit and he's grinding his hips into yours and his hands are grabbing your chest and yours are grabbing his hair and dragging him closer. he comes in his pants and you both stop dead staring at each other panting while you try to come up with something to say.

you end up sitting on opposite ends of the couch for the entire rest of your movie night and when you're leaving you shake fucking hands like business men cause the normal shove and hug is too intimate now.

texting him later that night to say "hi u gave me a hickey" and he just responds "ok". (he is fucking his fist thinking about the noise you made and how soft you were under him and how he wants to kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss you again).

[olivebowl-deactivated20251125]

hanging out with all your friends maybe a week after this and the normal clingy shit you both do is nowhere to be seen. you don't sit together, don't lean into his chest to show him something on your phone, he doesn't have his arm hooked around your neck in a halfhearted headlock. you two don't even look at each other.

everyone thinks you're fighting— it's happened before, you're both stubborn and annoying and don't communicate well at the best of times— and when mina asks "what's your problem? are you arguing again?" you both say yes way too fast and way too in sync. clearly you had the same idea to cover up whatever the fuck happened even if no one knows.

not even ten minutes later you're holed up in kirishimas bathroom kissing like your life depends on it. but still not talking about it.

[olivebowl-deactivated20251125]

its always this fucking guy to become the most popular one of my posts BDKSVSKADH. first the truth quirk now this one

[cherryscript]

using his dih as a squish toy, because you can ( gojo x f.reader ) crack + suggestive

You’re both laying in bed, he’s scrolling his phone, and you’re just… grabbing his cock. Bare hand, no shame, just squishing it like it’s Play-Doh. “Uh, babe? That’s not exactly a fidget toy.” You don’t stop. In fact, you start smacking it lightly against his stomach, fascinated by how it bounces back. Every little thwap makes you giggle harder.

Gojo groans, dropping his phone over his face. “I’m literally a national treasure and you’re over here treating me like a goddamn slinky.” Then you poke the tip. Just a little jab with your finger. He flinches and kicks his leg like a startled cat. “HEY! Sensitive!! That’s the command center, you can’t just—don’t—ah, fuck, why’re you giggling like that?!”

You cup his balls next, weighing them in your palm like you’re evaluating fruit at a market. He makes a strangled sound. “Okay, yeah, mhm, inspector hands—what are we doing, a quality check? You gonna put a sticker on ‘em if they pass?” The thing is… he’s getting hard. Fast. His cock twitches in your hand while you squeeze and slap and play, and Gojo’s desperately trying to keep his smug face on even though his voice is cracking.

“Y-you think this is funny? Yeah? You’re laughing now, but the second I flip us over you’re gonna—ah, fuck—giggle differently, princess.” And still—you’re just smiling, using his dick like the most entertaining toy you’ve ever owned. Every twitch makes you laugh harder, and he hates how much he loves it. Meanwhile you’re just giggling, fascinated, like “hehe it moved again.”

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Trying to turn down a man by giving ridiculously high standards but the bastard keeps exceeding your expectations and you're finding it harder and harder to reject him

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

It starts simply enough. You tell him that you expect a money allowance just for being with him, because your time is valuable and you don't want to waste it. It's a ridiculous demand and men usually turn away after that.

"Alright. How much would you like?"

You up the stakes. You tell him that you expect your partner to lift you without difficulty, without straining, without complaint.

"I can bench four hundred pounds in my sleep."

You're getting tired of this, frustrated. You tell him you expect your boyfriend to be at least eight inches and to prioritize your pleasure in bed. That will get him to back off.

All he does is smirk.

[rachelhueyart]

[mintmatcha]

after a fight, after the clean up, you catch bakugo in his office. you press against a wall with a scoff of a laugh. He tried to walk away, he really does, but then you start speaking.

"Big explosions," you coo. "You compensating for something?"

Bakugo reels around chest pressed into yours, looming the best he can. The office is eerily empty, the lights in the backyard turned off for the night.

"It's big," he grits. "And thick. Too much for your 'untouched' pussy."

You laugh in his face and it hits him worse that if you had spit. This innocent virgin thing has been eaten up by the fans, everyone claiming you were a good role model for children and teenagers.

"Is that your come back? That I have a tight pussy?" You lean farther in, until your tits are pressed into his chest. "It is tight. And juicy. And sweet. Probably couldn't even fit two of your fat, weird fingers."

He wants to fight that, but Bakugo's brain is too focused on the view straight down your costume. God, he's still pissed, but another kind of heat in building in his gut. He wants to fuck you, fuck thst look of your face, that attitude out of your mouth, the tightness out of your cunt-

"Yeah?" he sneers.

"Yeah," you spit back.

"Fucking--" His hands move on their own, pressing you against the wall and traveling down your body, pressing at your mons before you can sneer again. Surprisingly, you press into the touch, spread your legs ever so slightly to allow his hand space between you. "Fucking prove it."

Bakugo forces the bottom of your suit aside. you're delightfully unshaven, hair glistening with wet as he rudely works two fingers down and then up, trying to find your 'little hole-

"You suck at this, you id-- ahh."

Bakugo's fingers bruise their way into you in a sudden push and your body constricts so hard that he thinks you might hurt yourself. God, you were wrong: two fingers do fit, but just barely; Bakugo can feel how your body flutters as it tries to fit him, how you suddenly clutch on to his shoulder.

The satisfaction of seeing you like this makes him push deeper, until he presses into something--

"Fuck, is that a fucking hymen?" Bakugo reels back in surprise. "You actually are a virgin? No fucking way that your slutty ass hasn't-"

"I choose not to fuck. What's your excuse?" you shoot back, pushing his hand out of you. His two fingers are practically dripping with your excitement. No wonder you were so painfully tight; that would have strangled his cock-

Bakugo pops his fingers into his mouth and sucks.

"You really are kinda sweet." He pulls his fingers out with an audible pop. "Too bad everything else about you is sour."

[kamitv]

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