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You’re loud, he’s quiet. It might not make sense to his friends, but you’re ok with that.
everyone expects you to be intimidating.
you walk into the host club smiling too wide, laughing too loud, waving at the twins like you have known them forever. your voice fills the room. tamaki blinks. kyoya pauses his typing. honey stares for half a second before grinning and immediately liking you.
and then there is mori.
standing behind honey, arms crossed, unreadable as ever.
people glance between the two of you and do a double take.
you talk with your hands. mori barely talks at all.
you bounce on your heels. mori is still as a mountain.
you smile at everyone. mori’s expression never changes.
“that’s his girlfriend?” someone whispers, not quietly enough.
mori hears it. of course he does. he always hears everything.
he does not react.
you do.
you turn, walk straight back to him, and slip your fingers into his like it is the most natural thing in the world. you lean into his side, cheek brushing his arm.
“mori,” you say brightly, “they’re staring again.”
he looks down at you. just slightly. just enough that only you notice.
“ignore it,” he says.
his thumb presses once against your knuckles. grounding. familiar.
later, when the club ends and the lights dim, the world shifts.
your laugh softens. your movements slow. you tug mori toward one of the couches, crawling into his lap without asking. his hands come to your waist immediately, sure and gentle, like they have always belonged there.
alone, he is different.
he presses his forehead to yours.
he kisses you slowly, reverently, like he is memorizing you.
he listens when you ramble, eyes soft, mouth curved just enough to count as a smile.
you trace the scar on his hand with your thumb.
“everyone thinks we don’t make sense,” you murmur.
“we do,” he says instantly.
no hesitation. no doubt.
he brushes your hair back, fingers lingering at your neck. his voice drops, quieter than usual.
“you’re loud so i don’t have to be,” he says. “and when you’re tired, i’ll be quiet for both of us.”
your chest tightens.
you kiss him again, smiling into it.
outside, people see contrast.
inside, there is balance.
and mori, strong and silent, holds you like you are the soft place he was always meant to rest.
Summary: A little yapping session with Takashi listening to you!
mama a girl behind YOU💜
"And she said I'm the problem! Plus..."
You blabbed on and on about your day as Takashi walked you home from school. He Held your bag and his while you skipped beside him. He was a bit taller than you standing at 6'4 so you looked a bit tiny compared to him. You continued to yap and yap and yap. In all honesty, he loved to listen to you talk.
How you moved your hands, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you like, the way you were so expressive. Everything. He loved you. To others, it may seem like he wasn't listening but you knew he was. Despite him being in the Host Club you were always a favorite. Even before dating you, he found himself captivated by how you spoke.
"Not to mention she stinks! I was waiting for class to start and she walked by my desk and I got a whiff of sweat! And it's only 8 in the morning!" You rant about this one girl you found annoying. Takashi's lips quirked up before returning to his regular stoic face. You somehow seemed to understand what he was 'saying'.
"I know right!" You say while jumping to emphasize your point. You huffed before noticing you were at your house already. "Oh, this is home! See you tomorrow Taka!" You exclaimed taking your bag from him and kissing his cheek. He pouted slightly, making you realize he wanted a kiss on the lips. You roll your eyes and kiss his lips briefly before parting. You wave to him from your doorstep before entering your home.
Before leaving a small smile graced his face before walking toward his home. Despite what he expresses on his face he truly loves you. To him, you were a blabbermouth but you were his blabbermouth.
pairing: morinozuka takashi x shrine maiden reader
summary: when the ouran host club is invited to a summer festival at (names) ancestral shrine, they expected lanterns and food stalls, not sacred dances, centuries-old traditions, and a glimpse into a side of her they've never seen before.
as the night unfolds under the glow of paper lights, mori finds himself drawn deeper into the quiet world she carries and begins to realize that their engagement, once only duty, might be something far more personal.
stillness becomes understanding. and between one shared glance and a gifted charm, something soft and real begins to bloom.
note: guys... I MISS OHSHC SO MUCH IM GONNA BUY ALL THE MANGA SOON 😭💔
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the air smelled like cedar and sweet smoke.
as the black cars pulled up to the base of the ancient shrine path, the host club members spilled out in a mix of silk, chatter, and dramatic flailing.
"I feel like I've stepped into a ghibli film," tamaki declared, holding the edges of his indigo yukata like it was a royal robe. "do you hear those cicadas? it's like they're whispering secrets."
"you're just hearing your own voice echoing back at you," kyoya murmured, adjusting his glasses as he stepped carefully onto the mossy stones of the path.
the forest stretched tall and quiet around them. pine needles, soft wind, and lanterns already beginning to flicker to life along the trail that lead up the steps.
they looked up.
the shrine sat above them like something pulled from a memory, ancient, red-lacquered beams beneath a canopy of green, the air thick with incense and reverence.
and standing just at the top of the stairs, dressed in the deep vermillion of a ceremonial hakama, was (name).
still. poised.
like a painted scroll come to life.
she smiled gently and offered a bow. "welcome to kogane shrine. I'm honored to have you all here."
tamaki lit up like a sunrise. "(name)-senpai! you look so.... so ethereal! how lucky we are to be welcomed by such beauty!"
haruhi gave a polite wave. "thanks for inviting us. it's... way more traditional than I expected."
"I think I read about this place in a cultural heritage registry," kyoya added, already scribbling in a sleek notebook. "your family maintains the grounds personally?"
she nodded. "we have for generations. my grandmother still oversees the sacred ceremonies. she's looking forward to meeting all of you."
a rustle of footsteps behind her made her turn. mori and honey had just arrived at the top of the stairs, honey waving enthusiastically, a cotton candy already in hand from some vendor they passed on the way up.
"hi, (name)-Chan! this place is sooo cool!" honey beamed. "did you grow up here?"
"most summers," (name) said, smiling more softly now.
mori didn't say anything, but when his eyes met hers, he gave the faintest nod. not quite a greeting. more like a memory.
something passed between them, quiet and unnoticed by the others.
she turned back to the group. "the festival will begin soon. if you'd like, I can show you the grounds before the guests arrive."
"lead the way, lady shrine maiden~!" tamaki said, dramatically throwing out an arm.
she gave a short laugh and started walking. her steps were light but measured, used to these stone paths, the ancient forest pressing in on both sides. the host club followed, their bright chatter bouncing against centuries-old wood and quiet statues of foxes and lions.
and just behind her, a full step closer than before, walked Takashi morinozuka.
her voice echoed gently across the mossy path, clear and calm as a temple bell.
"this gate," (name) explained, hand hovering gracefully near the weathered red arch, "marks the threshold between the phsyical world and the spiritual one. we pass through it in silence."
the host club followed behind her, mostly in silence, though it was the kind born more of awe than obedience.
tamaki, starry-eyed, whispered to himself, "how poetic... her voice carries the weight of a thousand generations..."
kyoya was taking notes.
haruhi walked quietly near the back of the group, her gaze drifting forward to mori, who stood unusually close to (name), matching her pace without even trying, his expression unreadable but... softer than usual.
she leaned slightly towards kyoya and mumbled, "huh... mori-senpai and (name)-senpai seem close... I've never seen him like that with anyone but honey-senpai."
kyoya didn't even look up from his notebook. "they're engaged."
haruhi blinked. "wait, what?"
"engaged," he repeated evenly, flipping a page. "their families arranged it years ago."
before haruhi could fully process that, the twins, walking just ahead of her, whipped around in perfect unison.
"oho? did someone say arranged marriage?" Hikaru smirked.
"oh, haruhi, you didn't know?" kaoru added, leaning in. "the morinozuka family and (last name) family have ties that go way back. like... samurai and shrine maiden era back."
"they say the morinozuka clan once protected (name)-senpai's family shrine as warriors."
"bodyguards. swordsmasters. silent shadows in the trees," Hikaru grinned.
kaoru nodded solemnly. "there's even a legend that a morinozuka ancestor once took a vow of silence after falling in love with the shrine's priestess."
"she died young, though," Hikaru said, mock-dramatically. "very tragic. very fated."
"that vow became tradition. a family of protectors who only speak when necessary."
kyoya cut in with a sigh. "let's not fictionalize too much. the betrothal is tradition, yes, but it's a mutual agreement, not a fairy tale."
"but it is kind of romantic, don't you think?" kaoru said with a sly smile, glancing toward mori, who now stood beside (name) beneath the shade of a sacred cedar, quietly watching as she lit incense for the offering alter.
he held out a matchbox before she could even reach for it.
she didn't speak.
neither did he.
but their fingers brushed as she accepted it, and something invisible passed between them.
the twins turned back around, grinning.
haruhi stared. "... so they're really getting married someday?"
kyoya glanced at her again. "unless either family withdrawals, yes. though I doubt they will."
"why?"
this time, kyoya smirked faintly. "because, haruhi... have you seen the way he looks at her?"
the soft murmur of voices faded behind her as she and mori slipped down a side path, away from the main shrine courtyard.
the cicadas were louder here. the wind quieter.
no one followed.
(name) led him past a roped-off archway most of the host club hadn't noticed, its wooden beams older than the rest, carved with worn glyphs and smoothed by time. a small talisman swayed gently from its centre.
mori didn't ask where she was going.
he simply followed.
she walked in silence, her footsteps almost soundless on the stone. finally, she stopped before a small wooden structure nestled between two ancient trees, its walls aged silver with time, its thatched roof bowed slightly under the weight of years.
"this is the naishinden," (name) said quietly, folding your hands in front of her. "the inner hall. only the head priestess and her direct bloodline are allowed inside."
mori's expression didn't shift, but he looked at her fully now, not just watching, but waiting.
"I've never shown anyone this," she added, a little breathless, as she reached for the rusted bronze handle. "not even other family members. but... I want you to see it."
she slid the door open.
the interior was dim and cool. tatami mats stretched beneath your feet, and the smell of cedar and time hung in the air. a simple alter sat at the far end, flanked by tall white paper streamers and two faded fox statues, their features smoothed by centuries.
everything was still.
the space felt like a memory they had walked into.
she stepped aside to let him in.
mori entered without hesitation. he didn't speak. he didn't need to. his eyes scanned the room slowly, not with the awe of someone seeing something rare, but with the reverence of someone recognizing it.
(name) walked to the alter and knelt, motioning for him to join her. when he did, her shoulders relaxed.
"sometimes," she whispered. "I come here when it's too much. the expectations. the silence. the weight of being me."
his gaze stayed on her.
she looked at her hands, resting in her lap.
"they always say I'm poised. polite. perfect," she laughed softly. "but here, I don't have to be anything."
a pause.
then, she felt it. the brush if his pinky against hers, resting lightly between the spaces of silence.
"I don't think you're perfect," mori said softly.
she blinked, startled. he rarely spoke first.
she turned to look at him.
"I think you're real," he added, eyes steady. "you're yourself. that's better than perfect."
(names) heart thudded quietly in her chest.
the wind outside rustled the trees.
inside, everything stayed still.
she smiled. not for anyone watching. just for him.
"I'm glad it's you."
he didn't ask what she meant.
he didn't need to.
by the time (name) and mori made their way back down the winding path, the sun had dipped lower behind the trees, casting long golden shadows across the shrine grounds. the forest seemed to hum with life. cicadas in chorus, lanterns flickering to life one by one, and the low, distant toll of a ceremonial bell.
the host club was gathered again in the central courtyard, caught in their usual choas.
"tamaki-senpai," haruhi sighed, gently tugging a yakitori skewer from his hand, "you just ate mochi."
"I'm carbo-loading for the dance, haruhi!" tamaki declared, dramatically placing a hand to his chest. "one must keep up their strength to twirl royalty!"
kyoya was efficiently organizing everyone's places with a fan with one band and a clipboard in the other. honey was bouncing with excitement, cotton candy now replaced by grilled corn.
the moment (name) and mori stepped back into view, heads turned.
Hikaru nudged kaoru.
"hmmm," kaoru hummed, tilting his head. "was it just me, or did they disappear for a while?"
haruhi blinked. "they did. where'd you two go?"
(name) opened her mouth, than hesitated.
mori simply adjusted the fold of his sleeve.
she gave a soft smile. "just... somewhere quiet."
kyoya's gaze flicked between the two of them, taking in the slight change in posture, the shift in space, how mori now stood closer than before, how her expression seemed a shade more open.
he smirked subtly. "I see."
"oooh?" tamaki blinked, oblivious. "what do you see? is there something we're missing? I don't want to miss any emotionally significant development-"
the sharp crack of a taiko drum echoed through the courtyard, signaling the start of the obon festival.
from the shrine steps, (names) grandmother appeared in full ceremonial robes, her presence commanding but serene.
"the sacred dances will begin shortly," (name) said, regaining her composure. "we should take our places."
colour bloomed across the grounds as more guests arrived. nobles, shrine attendants, performers. lanterns swayed gently overhead like floating fireflies. music swelled in the distance, strings and drums woven together in an old rhythm.
as the host club was ushered to the best viewing spot (courtesy of kyoya's influence, no doubt), she turned to mori beside her.
(name) tilted her head, her voice just barely above the sound of drums.
"will you stay close during the dance?"
he didn't speak. he just nodded once.
and as she moved to take her place on the main platform, the centre of it all, she felt his presence behind her like steady wind.
not loud.
not boastful.
but certain.
unshakable.
hers.
the moment the flute began, the world seemed to still.
even the cicadas fell silent.
mori stood at the edge of the crowd beside the host club, arms folded loosely in his sleeves, face unreadable as always. guests murmured in awe as (name) stepped onto the sacred platform, a raised wooden stage surrounded by tall lanterns and drifting incense smoke.
the night air turned to gold.
she wore layered robes now, flowing silk in shades of white and red, bound with a golden sash and embroidered with sacred motifs: foxes, Sakura petals, cranes in flight. a crown of white blossoms circled her head, delicate bells woven through her hair that chimed gently with every movement.
and then she moved.
not quickly. not showy.
but with purpose.
each step, each tilt of her wrist, each turn of her gaze was deliberate like drawing prayers into the air with her body.
mori didn't move.
didn't blink.
didn't breathe.
he had seen (name) dance before. as children. as students. in passing.
but never like this.
never with the weight of centuries in her fingertips.
never with the moonlight in her eyes.
he watched the soft sweep of her sleeves, the way her feet barely kissed the ground, the stillness between her movements that said more than motion ever could.
something stirred in his chest.
not fast. not loud.
but deep.
like the groan of earth beneath old roots.
he remembered the shrine's inner hall, the way she opened it for him, like it wad the easiest thing in the world, when it was anything but. the way her voice cracked when (name) said she felt free only there. the way she smiled when she looked at him.
and now... he saw it reflected in her dance.
she wasn't just performing.
she was sharing something.
she was opening yourself again, this time not just with him, but to her ancestors, to the gods, to the silence between stars.
and he was the only one in the crowd who truly understood what she was saying without words.
from beside him, he vaguely registered honey whispering, "she's really amazing, huh?"
mori didn't answer.
his eyes didn't leave her.
but his fingers curled slightly around his sleeve.
not in tension.
in realization.
this is the person I'll spend my life with.
and for the first time, that thought didn't feel like an obligation handed down by family tradition.
it felt like the truth.
the music began to slow. (name) turned towards the alter, placing her final offering, a folded fan, the symbol of breath and life, on its surface.
the bells in her crown chimed once more.
and then the dance ended.
applause rose around him.
mori didn't clap.
he only lowered his gaze, breathing out softly through his nose.
like a vow being sealed.
the clapping had faded.
the music, the ceremony, the lights, all of it continued behind (name) in a distant glow as she stepped quietly behind the shrine's main hall. the air was cooler here, the night sky stretching wide and quiet overhead, dotted with stars.
she exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the performance still lingering in her limbs. not exhaustion, but something close. like part of her had been offered up in the dance and only now returning to her body.
"(name)-chan!!"
she turned just in time to see a blur of pink and gold fly into her arms.
honey giggled, hugging her tight. "you looked so pretty up there! like a celestial maiden!"
(name) laughed softly and hugged him back, warmth flooding into her chest. "thank you, mitsukuni."
he pulled back, eyes bright. "you made everyone in the crowd quiet! even tamaki!"
"miracle of the year," she teased, glancing past him.
mori stood just behind.
silent.
watching.
but something in his expression had changed.
he stepped forward slowly, and honey slipped off toward the food stalls again, humming something off-key about "festival dango."
(name) and mori were alone again.
she tilted her head slightly. "you didn't say anything when it ended."
"I didn't need to."
she smiled faintly. "was it alright?"
he looked at her, really looked, and his voice was quiet, but steady.
"you looked like you belonged to the stars."
her breath caught.
the cicadas, the drums, the crackled of oil lanterns all fell away for a moment.
she looked down, cheeks warm, hands folding slightly in front of her. "you always know exactly what to say... when it counts."
he took a step closer.
his fingers brushed against hers, just like they had in the inner hall. except this time, they lingered.
"you always know exactly how to be seen," he said. "even when you think you're not."
and for a moment longer, fingers touching, nothing else needed between them.
and though neither of them said it, not yet, they both knew:
this wasn't just a duty.
this wasn't just history.
this was becoming something real.
the sound of the festival carried softly in the distance. laughter, music, the faint pop of fireworks being tested. but here, beneath the lantern light filtering through shrine eaves, everything felt still again.
mori's fingers remained gently linked with (names).
she has grown used to silence with him, not because there was nothing to say, but because nothing needed to be said.
until now.
he reached into the inner fold of his yukata, drawing out a small object wrapped in a square of deep blue cloth. it fit neatly in his palm, nothing grand or glittering, just something simple, lovingly preserved.
he held it out to her without a word.
(name) hesitated before unfolding the cloth.
inside was a small wooden omamori charm, a protective talisman, weathered slightly at the edges but still carefully tied with white thread. the writing on it was old. faded from time.
"...this is a morinozuka family charm," she murmured, fingertips brushing the wood. "it's handmade."
he nodded once.
"my grandfather gave it to me," he said quietly. "when I turned ten. said it was for... what I was suppose to protect."
(name) looked up at him, lips parted, the weight of what he was saying slowly sinking in.
"he told me," mori continued, voice low, "to give it away only once. when I knew."
she swallowed hard.
"knew what?"
he met her eyes.
"that it wasn't duty anymore."
something tugged in her chest, a tightness, warm and acting all at once.
he placed the charm gently in her hands hand curled her fingers around it.
"now," he said, almost a whisper, "it's yours."
(name) stared at her closed hands, then back at him.
"...Takashi," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "are you sure?"
he nodded.
"I've always been sure."
and then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he reached out. not to kiss her, not to take anything, but just to brush her hair back, tucking a blossom from her crown behind her ear with the kind of care that didn't need ceremony.
just truth.
she didn't need to say thank you.
he didn't need to hear it.
the charm in her hand said everything.
the omamori charm felt warm in her palm, even tucked safely back into its cloth. (name) hadn't let go of it once.
beside her, mori walked quietly, his stride matched with hers. their fingers brushed again, and this time, she didn't pull away. instead, she laced her hand with his.
it was natural.
no fanfare.
no tension.
just stillness, a kind of peace that hummed between the two of them like the lanterns swaying above.
the path opened again into the heart of the festival. lights glittered across the courtyard. drums pulsed in time with dancing feet. the smells of sweet dango, grilled squid, and fresh mochi filled the air.
"there you are!!" honey's voice practically launched itself through the crowd.
(name) barely had time to react before he zipped in and clung to her other side. "you missed the watermelon smashing game! tama-chan got dizzy and fell in the koi pond."
"I was pushed!" tamaki wailed from behind a tree, clothes half-soaked and hair frizzing in all directions.
"self-inflicted," kyoya said, sipping from a porcelain tea cup like this was completely normal.
the twins appeared next, flanking (name) and mori like foxes sensing drama.
"ohoho~" Hikaru smirked. "what's this? a mysterious return... hand in hand?"
"and what's this?" kaoru added, spotting the cloth-wrapped charm she'd tucked carefully into her sash. "is that a morinozuka heirloom?"
she froze for half a second, but mori didn't.
he squeezed her hand gently. just once.
the twins shrieked.
"mori-senpai GAVE IT TO YOU?"
haruhi tilted her head. "is that a big deal?"
"YES," half the club shouted in unison.
"HE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE PROPOSED."
tamaki collapsed into a bush. "our baby is GROWING UP-"
"technically, she's betrothed," kyoya muttered, now scribbling something into what looked suspiciously like a host club marriage registry.
(name) covered her face with her sleeve, half-laughing, half-hiding. mori didn't react, just stood beside her like an immovable wall of calm. but there was a small lift at the corner of his mouth that hadn't been there earlier.
it made her heart stutter.
honey tugged her forward. "let's play the ring toss game together next! taka-chan never misses!"
"you'll win every prize," (name) said, smiling.
"we'll share them!" honey chirped, and she laughed.
as the group walked together into the noise and light, she stayed by mori's side, hand intertwined in his.
the festival pulsed around her. warm, full, alive.
laughter echoed between the lanterns.
and even though their families planned this future long ago, she finally understood:
this wasn't something decided for her.
this was something she was choosing. step by step, word by word, hand in hand.
and under the starlight, between one moment and the next she knew:
⤷ ゛your husband nanami kento tries your breast milk ˎˊ˗ fluff into smut, fem!reader, husband!nanami ♡
wc. 641
ever since you gave nanami a baby girl, he'd changed. more attentive. more gentle. he handled late-night feedings, changed diapers without complaint, and constantly made sure you had everything you needed.
but lately, there was always something else in his eyes whenever he watched you.
one evening, you sat in the living room nursing your daughter when nanami quietly wandered in from the kitchen. he stopped beside the couch, gaze lingering on the peaceful sight of your baby feeding in your arms.
his throat tightened.
he wasn't sure when the curiosity had started, but lately he'd found himself wondering...
what does breast milk taste like?
the thought made his ears burn.
"ken?" you asked softly. "something wrong?"
he blinked. "i'm alright, darling. just thinking."
once your daughter finished and drifted off, the two of you tucked her into bed together. nanami smiled as he pulled the blanket over her tiny shoulders before quietly following you back to the living room.
"you've been quiet tonight," you teased.
"sorry love," he said, then quickly changed the subject.
the conversation faded in a couple minutes, and after dozing off together for a while, you shifted uncomfortably. your blouse was damp where milk had leaked through.
"you feeling alright?" nanami asked, noticing your squirming
"i'm just really full," you sighed, instinctively cradling your breast. "i should probably pump."
as you stood, he suddenly grabbed your wrist.
"don't," he said quietly, "i…"
he seemed to be wrestling with something internally, brow furrowed slightly. you sat there, suprised by his sudden interruption. "ken? baby, i really need to pump."
"…would it help if…" he trails off, regretting starting the sentence.
"help if what?"
"…if i helped instead of the pump."
you blinked, certain you heard him wrong "what?"
his ears were noticeably red now, the flush creeping down his neck. he looked away, jaw tightening.
"…relive the pressure," he clarified, his voice strained. "instead of pumping."
a startled laugh bubbled up from your chest, completely breaking the heavy tension. you couldn't help it—the sight of your usually composed husband flustered was a rare right.
"oh kento!" you giggled, pressing a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound so you won't wake your baby. "you could have just said you wanted to try some, y'know."
"i didn't know how to ask..." nanami managed to say, watching you laugh. he was feeling like an idiot but also strangely warmed by your reaction.
"so, do you want it in a cup, or straight from the source?" you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly.
"a cup. please."
"thought so."
you disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a small glass of freshly pumped milk. sliding it toward him, you watched his fingers wrap around the warm glass.
he stared at it for a long moment before finally taking a cautious sip.
his eyebrows lifted.
"...it's actually really good."
you laughed.
"it's sweet, like vanilla," he admitted, sounding genuinely surprised.
"i know."
he took another small sip before looking back at you, still slightly pink.
"i didn't expect that."
leaning your chin into your hand, you smiled.
"want more?"
safe to say that he liked it, so of course the next time you two had sex (after the baby was settled at his parents for the night) he didn't hesitate.
pinning you to the mattress, he immediately lowered his head to your chest, warm mouth closing over your nipple.
"oh— ken" you gasped as he sucked eagerly.
"mmph—" he pulled back, his mouth shining wetly with your milk. his pupils were dilated, his gaze intense.
"another one," he panted, nipping at your neck possessively. "i want another baby. so you'll always be full of milk for me to drink."
soon enough his wish was fulfilled because two months later, there were two lines on your pregnancy test. (yes, with twins this time)
a/n: next time it'll be in reverse WHO SAID THAT. i did so much research for this fic only for me to delete all the detailed parts because i didnt want to bore anyone 💔
Before you start: Yes, I know that it is currently 8:35 in the morning. I am also aware that you had just clocked in 30 minutes ago. However, I do need the final draft for Project A within 25 minutes.
If you want an extension, I'm afraid it isn't possible. The secretary would like this done at 9:00, therefore, my hands are tied.
You may enter the office without knocking, as you always do. Have the printed copy prepared.
I appreciate you in ways words could never express. What a coincidence it is, that I am currently famished. You know me all too well.
I ordered a latte for you. It will be brought to your table in approximately 15 minutes. I understand that you cannot focus without your morning coffee. Haha.
Also, please refrain from using emojis in emails. It is quite unprofessional. Remember, that although the higher-ups do not mind: it is best to remain as formal as possible.
You are right. I should not have said something so painfully idiotic. My wife is the only woman who I'd talk to this way—work hours or not.
I beg of you to not make me sleep in the guest bedroom. My heart aches at the thought of being away from you. I'm afraid I would not be able to sleep, unless you are safe in my arms.
Would you still like to have lunch with me? If not, I will give you space. I can sit at the next table closest to you and simply stare, yearning to share a meal with the woman of my dreams.
If yes, then I'd be a very happy man. I cannot wait to taste the lunch you packed for me. 😄
I miss you dearly. I find it extremely difficult to remain patient, knowing that you are 4 corridors away, sulking in that uncomfortable chair.
Please sulk next to me. After all, I am the one who got you upset. Allow me to make up for it. You deserve to be pampered, treasured; and I apologize for my lack of better judgement, alongside my incapability to distinguish the special privileges I should bestow upon my wife.
If it were anyone else to use emojis and informal language while emailing me, I would have scolded them fervently. Only my darling wife is exempt from such treatment. As you should be.
nanami’s veiny cock stretched you open over the sink, the dishes long forgotten in your hands. you could feel your knees threatening to give out every time he snapped his hips forward, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks as loud moans left your parted lips. “kento—please—”
nanami's gaze never left your body. he observed how it jiggled with even the slightest movement. you could feel every vein of him inside you, his pink tip brushing deliciously against your cervix.
your husband pressed his damp forehead against your shoulder as he slammed his hips into you relentlessly, cock twitching at your tightness. your own slick dripped down your thighs.
"looking so pretty for me—fuck, so tight—like the perfect little wife.” he mumbled, unable to stop himself. sliding his hand down to rub excruciatingly slow circles on your sensitive bud, which you responded by letting out a sharp cry.
you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm, moaning loudly enough for the entire building to hear (already bracing yourself for the noise complaints you were undoubtedly going to receive tomorrow). you bit your bottom lip, trying your best to muffle the sounds escaping you. "nanami—feels s’good!" you gasped. "so deep, kento—gonna—"
you weren't able to finish your words as a warm wave of pleasure washed over your body, leaving you shaking and gushing on him. "yes, darling. make a mess on kento. such a good girl." nanami gritted through his teeth.
"please, cum inside me. i need your cum" you whimpered.
nanami's cock twitched once, twice, before he came inside you with a loud groan. filling you so deep you were dripping with his cum. his hips snapped forward one last time before he slowly pulled out and held you as you steadied yourself.
"did i leave you unsatisfied last night, kento?" you joked breathlessly, and the two of you chuckled.
“i fear that would be impossible” he replied softly. "i’m sorry, my love. you just looked too gorgeous."
you adjusted your dress, turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your soft lips against his. there was nothing more nanami could wish for.
.
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made by toruslut. idk how i feel abt this one but ugh isn’t he just so dreamy
talking to katsuki bakugou after sex and it’s slow, soft, probably the quietest and calmest you’ll ever see the guy.
it’s all gentle touches, soft kisses, easy pillow talk that feels like the most natural thing in the world.
it’s him, lightly tracing your hip with his finger, taking in how you shiver under his touch.
it’s his finger, dipping to the front of you and trailing back between your legs, sore and soft and still wet.
it’s the slow build of sliding your bodies even closer once more, exploratory kisses and little nips, hands pulling at muscled shoulders and slotting into soft fluffy hair.
and when he finally slides himself back in you, it’s the easy, gentle motion of his hips and yours, working in tandem. of your toes curling, the sheets falling around his waist. Of his eyes, holding you with such soft reverence as he leisurely ruts into you.
it’s the build up of tension, the coil in your core tightening and tightening until there’s no room for any more tension and it snaps, softly and powerfully and perfectly timed, when he’s eagerly spilling into you as you squeeze around him.
it’s the return to the soft, contemplative look on his face as he checks in with you after, the strong arms pulling you to his chest and the soft lips pressed into your hair before the pull of sleep drags you both back under
"just like that, good job baby." he says, his voice soft in your ear. he thrusts into you slow and soft, hitting deep into your pussy from behind. his weight rests on top of you, allowing your face to sink into his pillows.
you whine and he gently shushes you, moving your hair out of your face.
"lift your little hips up baby, there you go." you whimper as he wraps an arm around your waist, forcing your back to arch and letting his thick cock hit in all the right places.
he feels you flutter around him, and whispers in your ear through pants.
"cum for me, sweetheart. you deserve it. use my cock."
you whine as you grow closer, hands gripping his soft dark blue sheets.
"s-sho, please-"
"i'm right here. my cock is right here."
you let out a delicious groan as you finally cum, warm body shaking beneath shoto as he too follows suit. as you two lay panting he presses kisses to your back while letting his cock rest in you.
Nanami's hips roll and slap against your skin, the further he thrusts inside you. His entire bedroom smells of sweat and sex, despite several candles of the same scent lit and the window cracked open.
"Are you tired?" His gravelly voice has since gone lower as the moon and stars begin to flitter across the sky. Each syllable he's uttered turns sensual in your ears.
"No." You answer, swiftly locking him in for a kiss.
He wraps your legs around his waist securely and bottoms out again. A heady moan rips from your mouth, and he swallows the sound whole.
Nanami's kisses move to your nose, to the apples of your cheeks, down your throat, and then settle into the baseline between your neck and collarbone. There, he stops and sucks on the crook of it.
The sensation feels too good, rendering you completely into a state of pure bliss and arousal. You swear you hear yourself beg for more, telling him not to stop from both the way he's marking you and the way he's fucking you hopelessly raw.
He might've said something you didn't quite hear or passed a garbled response in return. No matter, you feel the pace quickening and his teeth latching to your skin tighter.
Nanami has never marked you like this before. Oftentimes, they were purely accidental, and they're almost always in discreet places where both of you fail to notice them. But, tonight, when you ask him to cover you with his marks, with something entirely Nanami, he pauses.
He isn't one to lose control easily. He is someone who does things with precision and careful considerations. Even then, a simple mishap can undoubtedly be rectified with alternative solutions.
Thus, an impulsive action such as this is unlike any he has ever committed before. There is a subtle bewilderment marring across his features, though anyone who doesn't know him to the extent that you do would have deduced that Nanami looks like he's only thinking.
There, in his eyes, is an undulated discovery of something quite like finding a secret that only he can have.
"Kento," you call out, cupping his cheeks. "What is it?"
He leans into the touch and kisses your palm. His thumb occasionally brushes the fresh bruise he caused. "It's nothing."
"It doesn't hurt, my love." You say. "If that's what you're worried about."
Nanami's smile appears at the corner. You feel it quirk up against the corner of your hand. "I know, darling."
"Can we continue?" You lightly tease, tapping your foot against the dimple of his lower back.
Nanami tilts your head over to the left. The other side of your unmarked neck becomes visible. He leans down to you, his breath only a whispering distance from your skin.
"Let me," he coaxes before he sucks on the unblemished skin.
His hands travel back to your thighs, massaging them repeatedly, ridding you of pins and needles. His thrusts never cease, as if all that stored energy he has had from being a sorcerer has done him well to maintain a consistent amount of stamina.
As Nanami moves to mark each underside of your breasts next, he guides your arms to his head where he insists that you run your fingers through his hair.
"Oh, shit, baby," you moan near his ears.
"Hmm," his voice vibrates.
"So good, my love."
Nanami momentarily pulls out. He guides your head on a fluffed pillow before he angles you in a venus butterfly position.
His lips move closer to the top of your sopping mound, where he sucks just right above your clit. You grip his hair hard, accidentally yanking a couple of strands. You couldn't even form an apology afterwards, because Nanami never stops his lustful drive. He bites against your skin, pulls your pubic hair teasingly, and moans languidly at the euphoric feeling of it all.
"Oh, my God! Kento! Wait! T-Too much!"
"Pull harder." He grits his teeth, looking at you through your curled bush. "I don't care. Just pull if you must."
Maybe because it's your cunt and it's been sensitive for the past few hours after coming several times, and it's also because it's near your clit where in replacement of his cock, his fingers resume the pounding, and maybe it's because it's simply Nanami Kento — whatever reason it can be, you never expect that when Nanami gives you a hickey right there, it's probably the most intense feeling you've ever felt than any of the hickeys he's given you so far.
And you wonder, why have you two not done this before?
You're left squirming for what little control you can find: none. Your hands scramble to the sheets, gripping them tightly before Nanami forces them back into his hair, demanding that if there's anything you're going to have to hold as he continues, it's going to be him.
"Baby," you call out in a daze. "T-Too much. Too sensitive."
"Just one more." He kisses your clit. "We'll be finished soon."
You must have agreed because it isn't just one more as he declared. Nanami scatters his marks everywhere around your body like constellations. They come in different sizes, each with their own sense of claim. He makes sure, however, that even when he discovers just how wonderful you are with the hickeys he's created, he wouldn't go overboard.
But the one thing he loves most from his work? It's that blotch of purple on your pussy.
"You look beautiful." He says in admiration, his index finger playfully twisting around your pubic hair.
You lean into his touch when he scoops you in his arms and embraces you tightly. "I want to give you one, too."
Nanami smooths your hair. "When you're well-rested. I will let you."
while your brain is frying at the edges, every nerve alight, nanami is asking you to do the impossible.
"cum for me again."
you want to, of course, but your sweat clicked body has other plans. no matter how much he grinds, fucks or rubs you at just the right angle, it's not enough to send you over the edge.
he's got you lying on your side, back pressed to him. his heartbeat is hammering against you in time with his thrusts, precise and controlled.
he notices the way you press your ass against him, chasing that high that's just out of reach. "tell me what you need, darling."
"your voice, kento." so quietly, so pathetic it's barely more than a whisper.
but he obeys regardless. pushing your leg up, his tip reaches even deeper, has your cunt gripping him in pleasure. "fuck," he groans. "there you go. taking my cock so well."
that has you mewling, head thrown back on a silent cry. the coil low in your belly tightens, but it's still not enough to send you over the edge.
"more!" you beg, chanting it over and over, brain clouded with lust.
"moan for me, darling. let it all out."
aided by his praise, you moan freely. your sinful noises echo off the walls into his ears. he joins you in making impassioned groans of his own. composure breaking, he hikes one of your legs up, hand gliding down to rub at your clit.
the coil grows tighter, threads of pleasure threatening to break into your peak. it's embarrassing how easily he can turn you on with just his words and that's exactly why you need him more.
"s-shitt, i'm close," you moan. one more thrust and you'll be gushing around him, ecstasy just out of reach.
"you need permission," he cuts himself off with a groan. "don't you?"
"yesyesyes— please let me cum!"
he shifts your position slightly, leg hugged even tighter against your chest and your face pushed into the pillows. the circles on your clit are smaller, sparks of pleasure lighting in your belly.
"cum for me, darling."
your orgasm racks through you without pause. toes curling, body locked up, vision whited out, you're at the complete mercy of it. you're screaming and creaming on him before you realize. through the haze, you can hear nanami groaning behind you, trying (and failing) to stay in control.
thrusts going sloppy, he fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you can barely take it. "fuck, ken!"
he spills inside you, flooding your hole with opaline waves. for every tremor of your walls he's pistoning into you.
finally, both of you finish. rolling onto your back, his cock is free to slip out. his cum cascades out your sopping hole, sticking to your sweaty thighs. silence and the scent of sex hangs in the air for a while. right now, it's just you and him.
shifting to face him, you see he's already looking back, eyes glinting with pure adoration.
"i'll never get tired of your voice."
"same to you, darling."
masterlist | @orangethecarrotcoloredpaperred
a/n: i should've said this ages ago but i have a taglist now! it's linked in my bio. tell me if it doesn't work. hope u enjoyed the fic and ur day luvs <3
I will never ever admit this to any of my real life JJK moots, since my identity is basically Nanami's wife which I really am btw but what they don't know is I'm such a huge slut for Toji 🫣
That much is clear to my tumblr moots here, given the Toji fics I've been resharing, but I just find it funny to pronounce myself Nanami's wife when let's be honest who wouldn't I would spread my legs for the buff 'n broke single dad lol
summary: when you’re unable to sleep for the third night in a row, katsuki notices— and takes matters into his own hands.
( OR: your boyfriend fucks you to sleep. )
content: comfort / fluff + SMUT - mdni ! pro-hero!bkg. established relationship. domestic intimacy. implied insomniac!reader — can be read as simply having issues with sleep. some banter. clear consent. soft kissing. slight marking / hickeys. pet names (baby). breast play. spit (on ur clit). dedicated pussy eating. fingering. self doubt/insecurity + praise/reassurance. finger sucking. missionary to mating press. "i love you" during sex. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. cum eating. aftercare. emotional & soft smut with feelings, bkg is very much in love !!! and he doesn’t cum but he dgaf this is abt u. quite some built up before the smut lmao. wc: 6.2k.
note: thinking back to the days i would literally Not Sleep 🚬🚬 also this to me is veery soft dom bkg i like dat ^_^
masterlist. | fic based on this request ! ( thank u anon!! )
The glow of your phone was soft against the tired lines of your face. You scrolled through your feed mindlessly, dry eyes fixed onto the screen, barely lingering on anything for longer than a few seconds.
Dull frustration sat heavy under your skin.
You couldn’t sleep. Again. And it wasn't for a lack of trying.
You'd taken the medicine, made your attempts— many attempts. Setting your phone down, squeezing your eyes shut, wishing desperately for a soft, peaceful slumber to come find you.
But it never did.
So, you did what you had done the two nights before this: distracted yourself. Doomscrolled well into the hours of the early morning, when the faint, first rays of the sun filtered through your curtains and you could finally get up and not have to pretend anymore.
It was all you could do, really.
Your weighted gaze dragged over to the time in the top right corner. The bold numbers 3:24 stared back at you like a taunt. You exhaled quietly, temples throbbing.
You should stop.
You should’ve stopped hours ago.
But before you could berate yourself any further, a high-pitched squeak tore through the stillness of the room.
You clutched your phone over your chest in an instant breath caught dead in your throat as the mattress creaked. Your pulse hammered in your ears as the sheets rustled behind you, a tell-tale sign of your boyfriend shifting in his sleep.
With a grunt, Katsuki threw a heavy arm over your waist, turning so that his bare chest was pressed up against your back. The warmth from his skin seeped in through your shirt. He was all encompassing, enveloping you in his dizzying heat.
Swallowing, you prayed silently that you hadn't woken him.
He let out a sigh, the soft sound muffled into the nape of your neck.
You remained as still as you could, fighting to not squirm.
A beat passed, then another.
Your insides melted with quiet relief when he didn't stir, when the rise and fall of his lungs fell in sync with yours— his body giving no indication that he was awake.
With a quiet breath you picked up your phone again, going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he chose to get all cuddly. But when the brightness of the screen decided to assault you, your heart dropped to your stomach, that relief dying in an instant.
You grimaced at the light, fumbling to quickly get it back down to the lowest setting. It had been all the way down this whole time! You must've misclicked, or—
"You're a shitty fuckin' actor."
You could've swore your soul left your fucking body at the gravelly voice against your ear.
"What the fu—"
You didn't get a chance to finish. Katsuki was already reaching over you, guiding your hand with his to set your phone facedown on your nightstand before bringing it back over your middle, rough palm holding your hand over your stomach.
Your shoulders were wound tight as he spoke; voice tired, gruff as always. But, strangely, he sounded calm.
"Third night in a row. You're not sleeping right."
It was less of an accusation, more of a statement.
He gave it to you plainly, straight and simple. But you thought you had been discreet, the mere feeling of being caught was enough to have you opening your mouth, readying your defense, but his next words had it snapping back shut.
"And don't you fucking lie to me 'bout it."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, running over how you could possibly explain yourself without sounding pathetic.
The last few nights had been much the same: restless, spent tossing and turning.
Even when you did manage to fall asleep on the first try, you'd wake up at odd hours, left to stare at the ceiling with burning eyes, unable to quiet your mind, which was simultaneously ever-racing and absolutely empty.
When you thought about it too long, the corners of your eyes pricked. A quiet, defeated ache twisted in your chest.
You didn't want to cry, not over something so menial, so stupid. Not now, not with him watching— expecting an answer from you.
You swallowed back the lump building up in your throat, feeling the slow brush of his thumb over your knuckles.
"Not sleepy."
It came out tight, quiet. Like you were afraid that if you spoke too loud, your fragile attempt at keeping all of that built up frustration inside would fall apart.
You wanted him to give it up, let you be for once. But Katsuki Bakugou was nothing if not stubborn.
With a rumbling sigh, he rolled you onto your back, reaching an arm over you to pull at the chain of your bedside lamp.
You groaned at the sudden light washing over your bedroom, tugging your blanket up over the bottom half of your face as if it could protect you.
Annoyed, you zeroed your squinted eyes onto him, but that angry furrow between your brows weakened as you took in the image of him propped up on one elbow to look down at you.
The warm, honeyed lamp-light caught the ends of his mess of blond hair. It was unrulier than usual, sticking up in odd directions from sleep.
He was still tired— blinking slowly, as if his eyelids were too heavy. The usual harsh lines of his face looked almost uncharacteristically soft, but his gaze was weighted with something unspoken.
Guilt twisted inside your chest.
He was awake because of you. On a work night.
You looked away when he finally spoke up again.
"It's 3 AM. Don't bullshit with me."
"I'm not bullshitting, Katsuki," you reasoned, wishing you could just sink back into the mattress and not have to deal with this. "I'm… this just happens sometimes. Go back to sleep."
You tried to turn your head the other way, but he caught you by the cheek, pushed your face towards him with a firm hand to make you look at him again.
His jaw was clenched tight as he focused in on your face, took in your sunken eyes, the quiet exhaustion dampening your expression.
You knew he hated when you got like this, all dismissive and stubborn, a mirror of him.
"Don't do that shit." He bit out, his brand of harsh concern. "Not with me."
"I'm not doing anyth—"
"Don't be a fuckin' hard ass, alright? Talk."
"I can't sleep! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I can't fucking sleep? I just can't! I close my eyes, I try... but I can't! And it's—"
You came to a stop the moment you realized the increasing volume of your voice. You reeled back into yourself, embarrassed of your own outburst.
Turning from his hold, you opted to look up at the ceiling, dragging a hand down your face with a deep, shaky sigh.
"Sorry," you murmured. "This is so stupid. But seriously, I'm good."
You didn't spare him a look before turning your back to him with finality, knowing that if you met his eyes — so focused on you, attentive as ever — it would all come pouring over.
Your throat was tight as you spoke. You hoped he couldn’t tell.
"Sleep, Katsuki. It's late. Don't wanna keep you up, too."
Just when you thought he would give it up, let you deal with this miserable situation by yourself like you always did, he shifted— sat up, pulled back your blanket off of you with a single, harsh tug.
You groaned at the lost warmth, looking at him confused.
"Kats—?!"
He cut you off.
"You tried everything, huh?"
Something about the way he said it — rough and challenging — made your heart spike. He was up to something, but what? You were too exhausted to figure it out, so you offered him a weak answer.
"…Yes?"
"Right."
With one swift motion, he pushed your thighs apart. The outline of his broad shoulders rose from between your legs, thick biceps flexing as he brought your thighs around his waist.
Your legs tightened around him on instinct, bringing him closer as he hovered over you, supporting himself with two steady arms at your side.
You blinked up at him, wondering if he could feel the flustered heat radiating off of your face from being this close.
"W-What're you doing?"
"Helping."
When you continued to just blink back at him at that lackluster answer, a single brow raising slowly, he elaborated with a soft grunt.
"Said you're not sleepy, yeah?"
"… Yeah?"
"Cumming makes you sleepy." all blunt, matter of fact.
Your brows twisted.
"What?" The heat burning your cheeks crawled up to the tips of your ears as your eyes widened incredulously.
It was in his nature to say things as they were, crude and direct, but it still caught you off guard at times, especially over something like this. For someone who got flustered fairly easily, he sure had his moments.
"C'mon. Don't tell me you don't know it." His palm smoothed over your inner thigh, the rough callouses and scars familiar, warm against your soft skin. Careful in a way only you got to see. "Every time we fuck you're out like a light."
"Oh."
"Yeah." he murmured, a little smug. "Tried that?"
You shot him a look. "Obviously not, asshole."
He only chuckled softly, tilting your face up to meet his, kissing the glare right off of your face. His lips moved against yours, slow and intentional.
A soft warmth bloomed behind your ribs as you kissed him back tiredly, letting his movements guide you.
You brought careful hands to rest over his muscled chest, palms slowly sliding up, fingers brushing over the raised, jagged skin of the scar over his heart.
You wrapped your arms around his neck lazily, uncaring that they felt like lead, just wanting him closer to you as your fists curled into the soft hair at his nape.
He pulled back barely an inch, breathing a question against your lips, "You wanna try that?" before kissing you again.
Your brows creased, any semblance of an answer faded into a soft moan against him.
"C'mon, baby," he murmured, pulling back properly this time to kiss up your throat, mouth lingering against your skin.
Baby. He was calling you baby. Because he knew you loved it, knew it turned you to mush— hearing him, always so crude and unapologetic about it, refer to you so sweetly.
A shaky sigh slipped past you as he brought a large hand to the back of your neck, curving it toward him. His kisses turned to gently sucking soft marks and you shuddered, fighting a whine.
"Quit bein' difficult." he huffed, breathe hot against you. "Lemme take care of it."
He brought his face back to watch you like a hound, waiting for your confirmation.
Amidst catching your breath, you contemplated, pursing your lips in thought.
"I… I mean, it doesn't hurt to try?"
It was true, you hadn't tried this 'method' to sleep and part of you was curious whether it would work or not.
But, again, it was a work night, so despite your desperation and exhaustion, you knew that this whole ordeal would get in the way of and the strict schedule Katsuki kept to optimize his health and performance.
He ate well, took part in rigid physical training; mandatory for the powerhouse of a man that stood at number 5 in the pro-hero rankings.
Like clockwork, he woke up at 6 AM, went out there and worked himself to the bone, put his body on the line, and unless the circumstances were dire (either he couldn’t sleep because of dreams of the past or he had missions that demanded later hours) he turned into bed at 8 PM sharp without fail.
From all the years of knowing, you knew that Katsuki was particular about his habits.
But amidst your guilt, you were forgetting that he was also particular about you.
You had wormed into his heart, became something of an exception for him in many regards. But you couldn't see that now, not with worry and weariness eating away inside you.
Your half-lidded eyes searched his, a soft crease forming between your brows as you looked up at him.
"... Do you want to, though? I don't wanna keep you up, or… or like make you do thi—"
He cut you off with a scoff, cocking his head in disbelief as if that was possibly the stupidest thing you could have said to him.
"Don't be an idiot, alright?" he pushed closer, nose brushing yours. "If that's the shit you're worryin' about, don't."
His eyes darted down to your mouth, watching as you chewed on your bottom lip, voice lower; softer.
"Always fuckin' 'want to'."
You took in his words, blinking back the small sting in the corners of your eyes.
Katsuki didn't do pity, never did anything he didn't want to. And right now, he had nothing but undeniable want written all over his face.
There was something ravenous behind those irises, that fiery red sharp and determined in a way that had your stomach flipping.
"Okay," you decided with a slow nod, a small smile settling over your face. "We can try."
A self-satisfied smirk stretched across his face before he nodded back, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to peck your lips. His hands found your waist, sliding up your sides as he deepened the kiss.
You gasped slightly as they wandered up under your shirt, rough hands smoothing over the curve of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms— giving them a firm, testing squeeze.
He kept your mouth parted with his, slipping his tongue against yours in a careful rhythm.
You made a muffled sound against his mouth when his thumbs brushed over your nipples, back arching just enough to tell him you wanted more.
Katsuki pulled back, the small string of saliva between your lips breaking as he began to lift up the fabric of your shirt.
"Arms up."
You complied, raising your arms over your head.
Those blazing eyes were narrowed, a subtle furrow forming between his brows— you always thought he looked gorgeous when he was focused, and being the center of that unwavering attention always had your mind spinning.
With a final tug, he pulled your shirt off, watching as your nipples hardened, exposed to the chill of your room.
His eyes locked with yours as he leaned down, pressed a wet kiss to your chest.
Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as he cupped both your breasts with his hands, took his time pecking around the soft flesh. It was only when you huffed quietly that he chuckled, giving you a long, slow lick over your nipple.
He ran his thumb back and forth over the other, pinching the taut peak between his index and thumb as he sucked one into his mouth, the subtle scrape of his teeth drawing out a small, strangled sound from you as he nipped at your chest.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him in place.
An involuntary whine slipped past you when he pulled back from your chest with a soft pop, his hot mouth switching to the other, the whole process repeating until you were breathless— gasping incoherent strings of what vaguely sounded like his name, nails raking down the expanse of his broad upper back.
He drew back at last, taking in the picture of you; soft lips parted as you panted, a glistening sheen over your chest, dazed eyes blinking up at him— silently asking for more as they darted between his face and the obvious clothed bulge pressing against your core.
You thought he’d get straight to it, tug down his boxers and give you what he knew you wanted, but it seemed he had a different idea.
Pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering sloppy kisses from your calf down to your inner thighs. When he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.
His tongue peeked out to give your clit a little lick over your panties; warm and slow and wet.
You whimpered, thighs instinctively tightening around his head as you sighed out his name, wanting to melt.
"Katsuki…"
"You're always so pretty, y'know that?" he breathed out before kissing you over the cotton again, watching the damp spot grow darker under the soft amber lamp-light. "Shit drives me fucking crazy."
You drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.
You weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. Your hair was very likely a mess, eyes red and heavy. And up until he had taken it off, all you had on was an old oversized shirt that had seen better days. Your panties weren’t much better; plain, save for the small bow at the center.
But the way he said it still made your heart flutter— as if, despite all of that, you were pretty to him.
You couldn’t gauge how your body looked, what he could see of you, and you were too tired to try and figure it out. But the uncertainty was enough to have you breathing out a small scoff.
"Don't just say that."
The corner of his lip curled back like you had just offended him to the highest degree.
"Y'know I never just say shit." he barked back.
Maybe you had, in a way. Because he really, really didn't. He never said anything he didn't mean when it mattered, especially not to you.
You bit your lip as his finger hooked under the hem of your underwear, his eyes asking you a silent question.
You nodded slowly, lifting your hips for him. He moved swiftly, slipping off the last piece of fabric shielding you from him.
He stared down at your bare heat shamelessly. Drank in how your wetness glistened under the soft light, the way your legs twitched slightly as if you were fighting the instinct to close them at his intense, unwavering gaze.
He traced a line down your slit with just a finger, relishing the small sound that drew out of you. His gaze met yours as he parted your folds with two fingers and leaned down, mouth hovering right over your pulsing core.
You watched with shallow breaths, eyes locked with his as he gathered spit in his mouth, letting a hot glob drop slowly onto your pussy. You groaned when he dragged the flat of his tongue over your clit, mixing it with your arousal.
He moaned into you, "Taste so fuckin' good…"
His tongue drew circles around your sensitive nub; so diligent, so thorough.
Like with everything, he gave it his all, didn't quit until he was satisfied. His method tonight was torturous, a slow pace that dragged out each sensation almost unbearably to ease you into that blissed out haze that'd surely knock you out.
He'd barely gotten started, and you were already panting, mind slowly slipping into that pleasure-drunk state.
Your fists curled around the sheets when he sucked your clit softly just to hear your breathy whines, smiling against you as you keened.
Katsuki Bakugou was known for his mouth. Snappy, explosive, unforgiving. It was what had drawn you to him in the first place, how he never held back.
But this mouth was the one only you got to know. Still relentless, unyielding, just a little mean— but it felt like devotion when he lapped at your leaking mess, fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you in place as you squirmed.
You reached a hand down, let your fingers card through his soft hair before giving it a small tug. That earned you a groan, the deep rumble muffled against your dripping heat.
He licked a long stripe up your slit— wet, sloppy. Piercing eyes watching your face as he found your entrance, fucked you with his tongue before replacing it with two thick fingers, gathering your wetness before slowly pushing them in.
You groaned as he worked you up to the stretch, pushed them in knuckle deep.
Savoring the stuttering rise and fall of your chest, he slowly started to pump them in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut, head sinking back into your pillow as his fingers filled you up, curling against that familiar spot— a slow, deep pleasure building each time he hit it just right.
You wanted to cave, melt, maybe sob.
You were so close— you could feel it… just a little more…
But… there was this feeling sitting heavy in your chest, winding up tight around your heart.
You made a noticeable attempt to keep your sounds down as your mind began to race again, your focus drifting away from him as a question resounded your head— you should've already finished by now, right?
Katsuki was doing everything right, touching you perfectly, like he always did. He should be done dealing with you. But you hadn't finished yet, he was still going at it.
Your lower lip trembled. Maybe you were too tired, too caught up in your own exhaustion to cum. Whatever it was, something was holding you back. And If you really couldn't finish, then this would all be pointless, wouldn't it? You'd have wasted both of your time for nothing.
Before the worry could fully cloud your head, Katsuki gave your thigh a firm pat.
You looked down with a start; eyes half-lidded, unfocused.
"There you are." He muttered. "Eyes on me, got it? Hell’s the matter?"
Even when he was concerned, his brashness clung to him.
His care was rough around the edges, imperfect, but it was all his intent. He wanted to be careful with you, you could see it in his eyes, how they were just focused and just soft enough for you to detect.
Even if he didn't know exactly how to do it just right, he tried. Because you mattered. You meant something to him.
He lifted his face just enough for you to know you had his attention, stilled his movements and gave your thigh a small squeeze, a silent prompt to tell him what was wrong.
You couldn't look away if you wanted to, even as you felt your eyes sting— not when he was looking at you like that.
You gnawed at your bottom lip; embarrassed, ashamed.
"I can't."
He raised a brow. "Can't what?"
You let out an exasperated breath.
"Can't… can’t cum. I can't, feel like— I dunno, something's wrong with me, Katsuki, I'm—"
"Get outta your head." he cut off your babbling sharply. You whimpered when he started moving his fingers again, tongue coming down to drag over your clit at the same time. "Nothing's fuckin' wrong with you. I know you can."
His unshaken confidence in you was enough to draw out a soft groan, but his mouth and fingers working in tandem to build up that tightening warmth inside you again was what had your back arching off the bed, eyes screwing shut as the pressure above your belly wound tighter and tighter.
That heaviness in your shoulders slowly melted as he picked up the pace, the worry and doubt wrapped tight in your chest loosened and faded steadily, the sweet promise of eventual euphoria taking over your senses.
Quick, shallow breaths escaped your lungs as you brokenly mumbled his name, bucking your hips against his mouth, squeezing around his head with your legs. Your hands found his hair again, pulling without a care as he nearly doubled his efforts.
With a choked out sob, you finally came, the fingers curled in his hair tightening just a bit more one last time before going lax.
You could feel him smiling against your core as you came down; proud, a little cocky, but above all, happy to be lost in the taste of you.
He kissed you through it, mouth unrelenting against your pussy even as your thighs spasmed and trembled, working you down from your orgasm.
With a final kiss over your clit, he finally pulled back, wiping the mixture of his saliva and your slick off the bottom half of his face lazily, like he didn't actually care whether it was there or not.
Shifting, he hovered over you, crimson eyes locking with yours, reading you silently with the same rapt attention he had out on the battlefield.
A light sheen of sweat was cast over his muscled arms at your sides, the highs of his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, spikes of blond hanging messily over his forehead.
"Still with me?"
His voice was gravelly, a smoky rasp. Just a little breathless, but the satisfaction in his eyes told you he'd have it no other way.
You attempted a response, still panting heavily.
"Mhm…"
"Not an answer, baby."
"…Yes. Thank you."
He leaned down to kiss you, you moaned softly at the taste of yourself off of his lips.
Pulling back, he trained his serious eyes on yours. "Don't thank me for that shit."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize either." You managed a snort at how impossible he was being, but he continued. "Feelin' sleepy?"
You hummed. "Yeah. A little."
He blinked once, scanning your face. Then grunted. "Not good enough."
"Katsuki, it's okay, you've done enou—"
"I told you, 'm gonna take care of it. Yeah?"
With his hands on the underside of your thighs, he pulled your legs around his waist, his hardened cock pressing over your still-drooling pussy, hot and heavy despite the single layer of fabric between you both.
Your heart picked up again; voice small, airy.
"Yeah…"
"Gonna let me, right?"
You whined. "But I just—"
"I know," he shushed you, slowly moving his hips, grinding himself against you agonizingly. "You can gimme another."
"Mh…”
Your lips pursed, brows pinched.
It could feel nice. It would feel nice.
You had warmed up to the idea, hips lifting just slightly to push against him as he moved, a quiet, nearly imperceptible motion.
He noticed, like he always did, but still, he wanted to draw it out of you.
"C'mon, gotta say it." his voice was a half-tease, low and coaxing, yet that mocking undertone never left. "Can only do it if you say it."
You groaned, embarrassed heat crawling up your neck.
He always did this—made you say it out loud, full-well knowing how it embarrassed you.
It was as though he lived to see you get heated, got something out of watching your lips curl and twitch in your attempts to fight your own discomposure.
"Can give you 'nother," you practically huffed out. "Jus' fuck me, please. Wanna feel you."
He smiled down at you, pleased with himself, and before you could even think to roll your eyes at that smug expression, he began to shuffle out of his boxers, freeing his aching cock.
He brought it to rest right over your pussy as he settled between your legs.
His eyes said look, and you did, took in his thick length, the angry flush of his leaking head, the precum dripping onto your navel.
He wanted you to see just how deep he would go, wanted you to really take it in.
You felt yourself get wetter, feeling empty at just the sight— he reached just below your belly button.
"You ready?"
Slowly, he dragged his tip between your folds. You let out a small, choked sound, nodding as your hips involuntarily bucked up to chase more.
"Uh huh. Please, please."
Katsuki’s abs tensed as he finally positioned himself just right, pushing into your tight warmth with gritted teeth, biting back the moan threatening to slip past.
He took his sweet time, going inch by agonizing inch, all the while your chest heaved as he stretched you out, filled the emptiness that had you aching.
When he finally bottomed out, panting, you clenched around him, whimpering slightly.
He let out a guttural sound; something low, ragged, already wrecked.
"Don't…" he breathed, voice cracking slightly. "Don't fuckin' do that."
"Sorry…"
"Told you not to do that either."
With a shaky breath, he began to move. Careful rolls of his hips, a hand splayed over your stomach as he eased himself in deep.
You stuttered out his name as that same hand moved lower, stopping right where your bodies met, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing your clit.
His eyes fluttered as he watched your head fall back against your pillow, panting as he eased into a languid rhythm, angling his hips with each thrust in search of that spot.
When he found it, you keened, toes curling, lips parting as you let out a moan.
"Katsuki…" you dragged out the end of his name, practically whining.
He only grunted, something like a strangled whimper managing to slip past his gritted teeth. "Yeah, I know, I fuckin' know…"
He continued to thrust slowly, pull all the way back out before pushing back in, intense scarlet eyes watching your face twist upon each intrusion.
You didn't notice his thumb had been brushing the plush of your lower lip before he tapped it.
"Open."
That was all he said. He knew he didn't need much for you to listen. You looked down at his hand, then back up, parting your lips on command, the pink of your tongue peaking out on instinct.
"There we go…" He murmured, slipping his index and middle finger into your waiting mouth slowly.
The weight of his thick digits settled over your tongue and you groaned, sucking gently.
"You like that?" He asked, watching your mouth work around his fingers softly, voice low.
He already knew you liked it, knew that it lulled you into a fuzzy, brainless haze. But he loved to see you nod back at him; that pliant, sweet look in your half-lidded eyes as you offered him soft 'mhm' around his fingers.
He fought the moan crawling up his throat, instead letting out a tight a chuckle.
"Yeah, I know you do."
When he pulled his fingers back, you whimpered, but didn't get to dwell on it for long.
He moved to cage you down, supporting himself by the forearms, groaning into your ear as he bucked his hips deeper into you, pace noticeably faster.
You threw your head back. It was so good, perfect even. But you still wanted to feel more of him.
"Closer…" You asked, a quiet whine behind your words. "Closer, please, baby. Need you closer, Katsuki…"
Katsuki loved missionary, you knew this. He loved that it meant he could get close, actually see you— watch as your face twisted from being filled by him.
But on nights when close wasn't close enough, he folded you in half, pressed himself impossibly deeper, brought you closer than you thought you could ever feel.
The second he realized what you were asking for, he pushed the backs of your thighs, pressed your knees up by your head.
You hooked your arms around his neck, he kissed the the hinge of your jaw, breathing desperate words against your neck.
“Fuck, I love you.”
You bit back a groan, feeling him trail sloppy kisses down to your collarbone.
“Y’know that, right?”
You were shaking, letting out breathy moans as he began to suck soft marks into your skin, lost in the feeling— the taste— of you.
Your hands slid to hold the back of his neck, pulling him back carefully. Your nose bumped his as you held his face, felt the sharp curve of his jaw in your palms.
You pulled a hand back to find one of his by your head, you laced your fingers with his, gave his hand a soft squeeze before softly pecking his lips.
"I love you," you murmured the words against his mouth before pulling him back feverishly, moaning into the kiss. "I love you so much."
He picked up his pace at those words, fucking into you desperately, "Can't believe you thought I didn't wanna do this shit…" He panted out.
"Always fuckin' want you, don't y'get it?" his voice was already deep. but now— rough from sleep and want, the rasp made you impossibly wetter.
The sound of your creaking bed and the soft slap of skin against skin faded into the background as he leaned down to kiss you, all messy and raw.
"Tell me you get it." the words heaved out of him, hot and breathy, his lidded eyes met yours, the blistering need behind them setting your skin ablaze.
"I get it," you managed, tugging him closer, holding him against your chest. "I get it, Katsuki, please—"
He groaned by your ear, "Fuck, I know. I got you…"
Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter. Everything that had weighed on your heart— the frustration, the doubt, the unsureness in yourself. it dissolved to nothingness in the back of your mind— because Katsuki Bakugou loved you. You loved him.
You could feel it all around you; he was everywhere, everything. And part of you felt that was all you might ever need.
With a broken sound, you came, burying into the crook of his neck.
He breathed with you for a moment, held you close, heated sweat-slicked skin against yours. He pulled out carefully, gritting his teeth to bite back a groan.
You were caught off guard when he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, leaned down to lap up your spend— his grip was a vice, absolutely not letting go of you— his fervent mouth moving against your sensitive heat to stimulate you past what you thought was bliss.
You nudged at his face half-heartedly, too tired to even whine; shallow, broken sobs heaved out of you as your thighs twitching around his head.
It was too much, you told him as much. At least, you tried to. You weren't sure if he could make anything out of your nonsensical babbling between whimpers, but you were certain he didn't really care.
When your hands found his hair, you twisted the blond tufts in your fists, letting out a final cry as he pushed you over the edge one last time.
He lifted his head back, lingering for a beat, careful eyes taking you in. Your eyes were shut, relishing the aftershock of your own high as your lungs raced to catch onto air, but more importantly: you were completely fucked out.
With a small kiss to your inner thigh, he got up.
"Where're you going…?” you managed between breaths, feeling his presence on your bed go missing, eyes opening just enough to peek at him.
“Clean underwear. Water."
"Oh."
"Mhm."
You felt like you might pass out in the best way possible. Your eyes were so droopy, but you tried your best to keep them open.
You traced the line of Katsuki's back as he shuffled through your drawers. Something soft and warm branched out from behind your sternum, spread through your body.
Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms. Feel his body curve against yours.
He uncapped a bottle of water from your dresser and held it out for you, watching intently as you sat up shakily and took careful sips.
You handed it back to him, wiping at your mouth as he moved back onto your bed, tugging on a clean pair of underwear over your legs.
"You shoulda kept goin' Katsuki…" You tried to sound harsh, scolding. But it came out softer than you wanted. "You didn't… y'know…"
He pulled the blanket over your body and his quietly, settling at your side. You watched as he laid his head to rest on his pillow, taking in the familiar lines of his face.
"Don't care." He flicked your forehead. "Think too much and I might have to fuck you to sleep again."
Your lower lip jutted at that, a small flush settling over your face.
Reaching an arm out, you drew him closer to you. Your heart swelled at the familiarity of his warmth, that longing in you satiated momentarily at the feeling.
Your hand found his jaw, thumb brushing over the unscarred side of his face. You always loved that scar on his right cheek, thought it made him look handsome.
A small smile touched your face as you leaned in to press your lips over it, even though his other cheek was much easier to kiss. You liked to do that whenever you got the chance.
"Hey, Katsuki?" You hummed, brushing some of his hair back.
"What?"
Fondness curled inside your chest at his voice; it came quick because it was soft. Because he had softened himself, for you.
"Thank you."
He blinked back at you before, "Tch." then leaning forward to peck your lips.
"Told you to stop doin' that."
You could only chuckle, letting his large hand find the back of your head, pull you down to cradle you against the warm, solid planes of his chest.
"Sleep."
You yawned, smiling as you pressed your cheek closer against his skin.
"I'll make it up in the morning, 'kay?" You mumbled, the thrum of his heart easing your limbs, his strong arms curled around you tighter. "Promise."
Katsuki snorted softly, running a hand up and down your back, careful and soothing as he tucked you under his chin, adjusting the blanket around you to make sure you were properly warm.
"'M sure you will."
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second smut we up 😈 im still learning how to write ts so this was kiiinda stressful… (overthought a Lot) … but it ok we made it 🥹
im not even a petname bkg truther really so idk why i wrote that in but i did. playing with him like he’s my doll lalala
love me some acts of service solution oriented katsuki who’s soft in his own way ^_^ and i like emotions so this was quite fun to write! soft intimate smut… sighs dreamily
bkg not getting to nut lowk a recurring pattern now tho im dead 😭 (will he ever get to bust? stay tuned)
(btw title is from the marías song !!! #peak)
★ IMPORTANT — the amazing art in the header is not mine! unfortunately, i was not able to find the artist to give adequate credit, so this is my disclaimer !! all i did was edit the coloring.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ husband!nanami and the attractive things he does pt. 2
tags. married life. established relationship. domestic bliss. gentle love. fluff. ⋮ author's note. this is shorter than my usual headcanons posts just because i normally have two (maybe even three) works planned for next week instead of only one :-) ⋮ word count. 0.4k
Husband!Nanami who handles you as if you're a fragile porcelain doll ready to break any second now—no matter the tears staining your fuller cheeks, red splotches appearing on your cheekbones, waterline pouring full with tears, hands jerkily reaching out for his middle—and perhaps you might be, so he lets you.
His warm, calloused hands cup your face, thumb rubbing back and forth, tears dribbling onto his flesh. “Hey,” he whispers, low and gentle, shuffling closer on the bed so he's able to push his forehead against yours. “Hey,” he repeats, pressing a kiss to a falling tear. “It’s all right, darling.”
He’ll remain in that position until you calm down, noses nudging against one another, soft and hesitant touches not to startle you, and it comes pretty close to being a perfect moment that way.
Husband!Nanami who trails the tip of his nose over your bare shoulders, pressing fleeting kisses to your skin as he goes, until he completely nuzzles into the warmth of your neck while being pressed with his front against your back.
Blond strands of hair tickle the side of your face whenever he moves, even the slightest bit. A kiss here, a chuckle there, and if you squirm, he holds you a little tighter.
You swear you can feel his mouth tug up against your skin each time you sigh out of pure contentment, and he swears he can feel you sag into his body more and more until you finally fall asleep.
Both feelings are correct, since he definitely doesn't try to hide his smile, and you most certainly sag into him and seek him out while drifting off.
Husband!Nanami who tries not to—although he seriously can't help it—let his eyes wander down to your lips when you're speaking to him.
Prolonged eye contact is a strong suit of his, yet he can't help but allow his physical attraction to take over every now and then. He’d be able to recite everything you've just said in the last ten minutes, and he’ll reply to your statements afterwards, but once you're done talking, he’ll indulge in himself just once and—
Lean forward to press a lingering kiss to your lips. You’ll pause all movements and stop talking, hands going up to cup his face, and once you smile into it, he’ll know it wasn't unwarranted in the slightest.
Husband!Nanami who traces every line on your palm while he's reading a book as if it’s incredibly significant. Lightly, almost reverently, like you're someone who deserves to be worshipped for simply existing. Eventually he’ll weave your fingers together, squeezing once, twice, thrice, before he settles into the touch, not once taking his eyes off the words in front of him.
Husband!Nanami who leans forward in the seat where he's manspreading, black trousers tightening and spreading comfortably against the thick muscles of his thighs, just to tuck an escaping strand of hair behind your ear.
TW/CW: 18+, smut, petnames, cursing, dirty talk, soft Katsuki, loverboy Katsuki, hard of hearing Katsuki
A/N: hopefully enjoyable to some im going to bed now
If there was one thing Katsuki was obsessed with, it was the cute little noises you made under him.
When the lights were low, the glow of the city was the only thing to illuminate your face, tangled in the bedsheets. The position didn’t matter; here, the day melted away.
“Fuck-“ You gasp, hips arching further as you buck backwards to take him, filthy squelches echoing in the room that had you almost embarrassed, “Ka-hic-tsuki!”
Katsuki didn’t hear anything else, his ears straining hard enough to pinpoint just what he was looking for, but there it was. A little hiccup, a gasp, a long moan, even the hiss through your teeth when your poor cunt was stretched to take him.
“Mmh, s’it pretty,” he mutters, chest pressed to your back so tightly you can feel every ridge of his sharp muscle, “let me hear ya.”
He keeps himself quiet, not out of embarrassment, but because you are the star of the show here. Every thrust is angled to hit right above your cervix, at the position that makes your toes curl, and your eyes roll. Your head was placed gently, but kept firmly, in the crook of his strong, scarred arm, the kindest of headlocks.
Every noise he pulls from you, he whispers praise in return.
“That’s it, good girl.”
“Sounds so pretty like this.”
“You like it, hm? Like it when I ruin this pretty pussy, yeah, you do, can hear it.”
By the third time you’re gushing around his thick cock, legs shaking, a broad hand on your stomach to keep you in that perfect arch, he’s close too. Finally, he lets his sounds become known, grunting and groaning down your ear as he presses kisses to the skin below.
“Fuckin’ made for me,” he rasps between increasingly sloppy thrusts and ragged moans that come from his chest, cock twitching inside your gummy walls, “so perfect, so pretty, gonna fill this pretty pussy, yeah?”
You don’t respond verbally, can’t anymore, but you let out a deliciously pathetic whine, your cunt clenches around him, and it has him snap.
“Fuck!” He nearly whimpers as you nearly push him out, snapping his hips flush with your ass, he knows this dance, “Fuckin’ milkin’ me angel, you want it that bad? I got you.”
And he does, your stomach tightens as your whole body shakes, you feel it from your head to your toes as you soak him completely, only to gain the reward of warmth filling your belly as he pumps you full.
Katsuki may be hard of hearing and too prideful to wear his hearing aids in public, yet, as you reach for him, stroking a hand through his hair while you catch your breath, you realise he will always wear them for special occasions.
vocal bf!bakugo who loves talking to while he’s fucking the shit out of you, and shit you love it too. 18+
vocal bf!bakugo who loves fucking you in missionary. he loves to look at you as he’s talking to you, he loves being able to whisper dirty things into your ear.
“look at me baby, why aren’t you looking at me?”
“keep taking this dick baby, my good girl”
vocal bf!bakugo who always tell you how good you make him feel.
“just like that y/n, shit baby your pussy feel so good”
“please don’t stop”
vocal bf!bakugo who gets offended when you start running from him.
“i thought you wanted this? don’t run from me baby”
“why are you running from me y/n.
“stop running from me and take this dick.”
vocal bf!bakugo who still tries to talk with his mouth full of pussy.
“mmm you taste……. so…fucking good.”
vocal bf!bakugo who has a breeding kink lowkey. he always asks can he finish inside of you.
“can i nut in it baby?”
“would having a baby with me be that bad?”
“come on baby let me nut in you, ill get you a plan b”
“i wanna fill this pussy up so bad.”
vocal bf!bakugo who always checks in, making sure you’re okay, he’s making you feel good.
“you feel good baby?”
“this feels good right? am I hurting you?
“how does this feel baby?”
vocal bf!bakugo who always tells you he loves you.
“i love you baby girl, so much.
“do you love me?”
“tell me you love me.”
vocal bf!bakugo who loves finishing together.
“fuck baby let’s cum together.”
“mhm let it out all over this dick baby”
“let that shit out”
“beautiful as always”
vocal bf!bakugo who always reassures you after you’re finished.
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