ellie’s coochie eater

-She/her -*18* my page is basically a shit ton of fic recs

[simplybakugou]

Can we get some more crazy fan ones, like this time suki is a baby and you were taking her and katsuo out to the park or a public space and someone almost gets hurt, or somthing like that either way these are really good ♥️♥️

⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff; kids; marriage; slight angst; mention of blood; hospitals ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.9K

A/N: im writing this while slightly hungover lol so apologies if theres any typos i missed

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Second Time Around Masterlist

“‘“Who do you think you are?” cried the Rainbow Fish,’” Katsuo recited from the story book he held in his hands. He flipped the page and continued to read to you and Suki.

It was the summertime and you and Katsuo were on summer break, meaning you had so much more time to spend with the kids. It was such a sunny, warm day and instead of being holed up in your home, you decided to take the kids to the park. Katsuo insisted on bringing a book to read to you, excited that his reading skills had improved.

So there you were, sitting on a picnic blanket with Katsuo sitting beside you and reading to you and Suki, who sat on your lap clutching her Dynamight plushie as she pulled at its head and chewed on its arms. Ever since Suki’s teeth started to slowly grow in, she has had the overwhelming urge to bite everything in sight.

Katsuo set his book down. “Momma, I’m hungry.”

“One second, baby,” you said, taking an orange out from your bag and peeling it for your son. As you peeled away at the fruit, you heard what sounded like the shutter of a camera, a professional one at that. You flinched, your fingers stopping where they were as you looked up, scanning the busy park for any sign of a culprit. 

“What’s wrong?” Katsuo asked, noticing your sudden change in behavior.

“Oh, nothing, sweetie,” you reassured him, handing him an orange slice.

“I really like this book, Momma,” Katsuo said, chewing happily on the orange slice as he flipped through his book.

“I’m happy to hear that,” you said, your voice trailing off as you noticed from a distance three men holding professional cameras and video recorders, taking pictures of you and the kids. 

You didn’t hesitate to start packing your bag and Suki and Katsuo looked up at you. “Are we leaving?” Katsuo asked, closing his book. 

“Yeah, it’s getting a little hot,” you lied, fanning yourself with your hand as you held Suki in your arms. Katsuo helped you fold the blanket and shove it in your bag.

You reached your hand out for Katsuo to hold and you rushed as quickly as you could to the parking lot, unlocking your car and buckling Suki into her car seat. You and Katsuo walked to the other side of the car, opening the door and just as you went to lift Katsuo to sit in his booster seat, a man approached you. “Excuse me. We need to ask you some questions,” he said, holding a microphone in his hand.

Another man appeared behind him, holding a camera up and recording you and Katsuo. You were bewildered as more press members appeared and suddenly your car was surrounded. “I’m sorry. I need to get home,” you said, your voice rushed. 

“We wanted to ask you questions about your kids and your family since you’re Dynamight’s wife,” a woman said, extending her microphone out to you as if you’d ever utter a word to the media. 

“Momma, who are they?” Katsuo asked, looking up at you and holding the fabric of your shorts. 

“No one,” you said curtly. 

“Kid, is your father as rude and disrespectful at home as he is with the press and the media?” A man asked Katsuo, deciding to fully ignore you.

You immediately got annoyed. “Don’t talk to my son. He’s a child.”

“My Daddy’s the best! And he’s the nicest Daddy ever!” Katsuo exclaimed defensively. You held him back, not wanting these people to interact with your son.

“Don’t talk to them, sweetie,” you said to him, picking him up and buckling him into his seat.

Just as you were about to shut the car door, a woman suddenly reached out and grabbed your arm. “Oh, come on. No need to be rude! We just want to ask you some questions.”

You shook off her hold on you. “Don’t touch me.”

“Seems like the wife is just as rude as Dynamight,” one of the men mumbled to the other.

The chatter and noise and barrage of questions overwhelmed you immensely and you shut Katsuo’s door, opening your own to get into the driver’s seat. But they weren’t going to let you go so easily. The crowd got closer and closer to you until numerous microphones were getting shoved into your face. You could hear Suki crying inside and Katsuo yelling in your defense.

Just before you managed to squeeze yourself into your car, the edge of a camera hit your head, and you held a hand to your head, gasping when you saw blood. You felt the blood trickle down your head and you heard a few of the press mutter to themselves in shock at your wound, backing away from your car. 

You slammed the door shut and started your car. “Momma! You’re hurt!” Katsuo cried out over Suki’s wailing.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you reassured him and you drove out of the parking lot and as far away from the park as you could.

It was a relatively uneventful patrol that day as Bakugou filled out a few reports for the day when one of his assistants barged into his office, looking more concerned than he’d want her to be. “What?” Bakugou asked. 

“Sir, you need to see this,” she said, handing Bakugou her phone.

Bakugou peered down at the screen, his eyes widening when he saw the news footage of you and Katsuo by your car. The feed cut right after the camera hit your head and Bakugou had to prevent himself from crushing the phone in his hand.

He stood up, grabbing his bag and his keys. “Clear my schedule for the rest of the day.”

You thanked the doctor as she finished giving you her brief update on your wound. Fortunately you hadn’t gotten too hurt but the camera had dug into your forehead deep enough to warrant getting stitches, which is why you drove straight to a hospital, both to avoid the press and also to not have your children look at the blood streaming down your face.

The doctor had left to grab your paperwork, informing you that all you needed to do was fill it out and then you’d be able to leave. Bakugou also called you absolutely worried after having seen the footage and said he was on his way to the hospital after he took care of some things. He didn’t specify what the ‘things’ were even after you asked.

“Does it hurt, Momma?” Katsuo asked, staring at the bandage wrapped around your forehead.

You smiled and shook your head. “The doctor made me all better. See?” You gestured to the bandage.

“Okay,” Katsuo said softly. He was sitting on the end of your hospital bed, facing you. Suki sat next to you, fortunately happier than she was than before as she started going back to tugging on the head of her Dynamight plushie. “That was really scary.”

You frowned. “I know, baby. I’m sorry that happened.” You patted the space on your other side and Katsuo crawled closer to you.

He was quiet for a moment, the sound of the news channel from the TV mounted on the wall filling the silence. “Why were those people saying those things about Daddy?” Katsuo asked. 

You sighed. “Sometimes people like that like to find bad things to say about other people to make themselves feel better.”

“That’s stupid,” Katsuo mumbled and you agreed. 

You looked to your left and noticed that Suki was on the verge of falling asleep, her head bobbing forward and back. “Aw, baby, are you sleepy?” You cooed at her.

Suki yawned, babbling in response. “Mama mama.” You chuckled and held her in your arms. She laid her head on your shoulder and quickly fell asleep. 

“I’m sleepy, too,” Katsuo said. You put your other arm around Katsuo and leaned his head against your body. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll wake you when it’s time to leave.”

Both of your children fell asleep and you sighed, watching the news since you didn’t really have any other option. The news coverage changed to a press conference that was held on short notice. You were shocked to see your husband standing behind a podium, cameras flashing in his direction. So this was the ‘thing’ he had to take care of. 

“My family was attacked by you press media fuckers a few hours ago,” Bakugou said in the rudest tone he could muster. The cameras flashed rapidly. “‘Cause of that, I’m not gonna do press interviews or any shit like that. If you can’t respect my family’s privacy, I’m not gonna respect you.” 

He leaned forward, closer to the microphone and you swore his eyes flashed with anger. “And I’m gonna say this once so open your fuckin’ ears: if anyone touches my wife or kids again, I’m gonna track your ass down and enjoy while I kill you with my bare hands. I don’t give a fuck if this makes you think less of me. I don’t play when it comes to my family.”

Right after that, Bakugou walked away from the podium and out of sight from the camera’s field of vision. 

“Oh, Katsuki,” you mumbled to yourself. As much as his threats actually put your mind at ease, you couldn’t help but worry what this would do to his ranking. Just as you were getting lost in your thoughts, the door slid open and Bakugou was by your side in the blink of an eye. 

“You okay?” He asked urgently. 

You smiled and nodded. “I’m okay. It’s nothing.”

Bakugou brought a hand up and caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing carefully against the bandage. 

Katsuo stirred in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open and he let out a gasp when he saw Bakugou. “Daddy!” He exclaimed, practically jumping into his arms.

Bakugou held him on his lap. “When did you do that press conference?” You asked your husband. 

“Oh, you saw?” Bakugou commented. “Like fifteen minutes before I got here.”

“It… The things you said were sweet but… your ranking,” you said softly.

“Fuck the ranking,” Bakugou said curtly and Katsuo gasped at his father’s swearing. No matter how many times you told him to tone it down in front of the kids, sometimes he’d still slip up like this. “My skills as a pro hasn’t changed and if defending my family makes people think less of me then they can go suck a–”

“Okay, I think I got it,” you said, cutting him off before Katsuo had to be subjected to more vulgarities. 

“Either way, I’m not lettin’ anybody treat you like that,” Bakugou huffed and Katsuo nodded. 

You smiled. “Thank you, Kats.” He leaned forward and gave you a kiss. 

“Are those people going to come back?” Katsuo asked in regards to the press.

“Not if I’ve got anythin’ to say about it,” Bakugou muttered.

Katsuo crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t like how they were talking to Momma. And they hurt her.”

“Me neither, bud,” Bakugou responded.

“If they show up again, I’ll help Daddy make them go away,” Katsuo threatened, holding his hand up into a little fist. 

You laughed at how endearing his threat was. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about, baby,” Bakugou said to you.

“I know I don’t,” you said, glancing between Bakugou and Katsuo. “I’ve got my strong boys taking care of me.”

[e1e4n0r5]

Got A Lil Sugar: Chapter 23

Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader

Words: 3954

Synopsis: Two new faces show up

Warnings: Mommy/Daddy kink, finger sucking, spit play, fingering (R! receiving)

Several weeks had passed since your meeting with Ambessa.

The lawsuits – multiple! – had slowly begun taking shape in the background of your lives.

The easiest one had been against your landlord. Ambessa had filed the necessary motions with the City Council and reported his illegal eviction. He and his scummy lawyer had tried to file a claim in return, citing that you had ‘harassed’ him for the duration of your tenancy – apparently asking him to get rid of the mould in your bathroom, telling him that the living space window didn’t open, and also that the floor was in abysmal condition classed as ‘harassment’ in their eyes – which supposedly justified the eviction.

Ambessa hadn’t needed a favourable judge to get that thrown out. The landlord had been forced to pay you compensation, and also cover the costs of the storage unit you’d moved your belongings into, in addition to being struck off the legal register for landlords.

Your former workplace was proving move difficult. They were refusing to acknowledge that they had done anything wrong by firing you after Christopher caused a scene in the office, and thus were dragging everything out as long as possible. Ambessa was still wholly confident she would win; it was only a question of when.

The case against your family was growing ever messier. There were witness statements to collect, records to obtain, documents to review, meetings to attend. It wasn't the dramatic, explosive process you had imagined when you’d told Ambessa to burn your family. Instead, it was painstaking and methodical, consisting largely of paperwork and patience.

For the most part, you tried not to think about it.

Ambessa thought about it enough for all of you.

Life inside the penthouse settled into a familiar rhythm. Cait and Vi went to work; you followed your daily routine, which was now starting to include some kinky side quests; evenings were spent together. Weekends were shared between dates, lazy mornings, and whatever spontaneous adventures you all decided you absolutely had to embark upon. And, of course, endless sex.

Outwardly, everything was good.

Yet there was one small thing that had been bothering you for weeks. Something you kept telling yourself wasn't important. Something you kept trying to ignore.

Every now and then, usually during play or whenever Cait and Vi were in particularly mischievous moods, they would encourage you to be bratty again. They’d obviously noticed that you had slowed down your tantrums and efforts in being demanding.

At first, you had tried because you knew they enjoyed it. Then you had continued trying because you assumed you simply needed practice.

After all, perhaps it was like confidence and would grow with time. Perhaps it would eventually feel natural.

Instead, every attempt left you feeling vaguely ridiculous and out of sorts. You would make a demanding comment and immediately feel like you were waiting for reassurance that you did it right. You would try to be cheeky, but found yourself wondering whether you’d delivered the line correctly.

Half the time you felt less like a brat and more like an actress who couldn’t quite commit to the role because you found the script utterly absurd.

The worst part was that Cait and Vi always seemed delighted. Which only made you feel guiltier.

Because if they liked it, shouldn't you be trying harder to make your girlfriends happy? After everything they’d done for you, why couldn’t you just do this for them? ‘Oh no, your beautiful, wonderful girlfriends want you to demand attention and gifts, which they always provide – hope awful it is for you!’

The issue finally came to a head on a Thursday evening.

Dinner had been finished for nearly an hour. The three of you were sprawled across the giant living room sofa, enjoying the comfortable sort of relaxation that came from full bellies and warm hearts.

You stretched across the sofa whilst Cait massaged your feet. Vi sat between you, absently rubbing her hand over your shins as she scrolled on her phone.

The conversation drifted lazily between topics until Vi suddenly grinned.

“You’ve been awfully well-behaved lately, sweetheart,” she teased.

You frowned a little, confused. “What do you mean?”

“It means,” she smirked, lightly squeezing your leg, “That you haven’t demanded something from either of us in over a week.”

You laughed, despite yourself. “Sorry to disappoint?”

“Vi’s right,” Cait spoke up, pressing her thumbs into the ball of your foot, earning a groan and making your leg twitch. “You haven’t insisted on any treats, anything new and exciting for yourself, or even that we focus on you for an evening.”

Normally, this was where you would play along. Make some exaggerated demand, pretend to be outraged, to give them what they were looking for.

Instead, you hesitated. Something in your chest tightened.

Your smile faded slightly. And before you could talk yourself out of it, you said, “I don’t want to brat anymore.”

The words landed softly, yet both Cait and Vi immediately went still.

You shifted uncomfortably, suddenly wishing you’d chosen a better way to begin this conversation.

Cait moved her hands to rest on your ankles. “What brought that on, darling?”

You fiddled with the sleeve of your (Cait’s) jumper. The familiar urge to backtrack surfaced immediately, to minimise, to laugh it off.

But you forced yourself to continue. “I’ve been trying for weeks.” The words came out in a rush. “Ever since we talked about it a while ago. I’ve been trying to do it properly because I know you both enjoy it, but…” You sighed heavily, knowing you were in too deep to go back now. “I don’t like it,” you confessed.

Silence.

You stared at your lap. “It doesn’t feel like me. I kept waiting for it to click. I thought maybe it was one of those things where I’d eventually get comfortable if I kept practicing. But every time I do it, I just feel like I’m pretending.”

When you finally looked up, both women were watching you carefully. Not with annoyance, or disappointment, but with concern.

“I feel stupid saying it out loud,” you continued. “Because it’s not exactly a huge problem, especially with everything else going on. But every time I try to act bratty or demanding for you, all I can think is ‘this isn’t me, I’m playing a character’. And I don’t like it.”

There was a beat.

Cait gently squeezed your shins, smiling softly at you. “Thank you for telling us, darling.”

Vi nodded. “Seriously, baby, well done for letting us know how you felt.”

You frowned, your heart pounding. “You… You aren’t disappointed?”

The pink-haired woman looked genuinely baffled. “Why would we be disappointed?”

“Because you like it.”

“We like you.”

The answer came without hesitation.

Vi shifted closer, resting a hand on your knee. “If you’re doing something you don’t like just because you think it’s what we want, then we want to know. We need to know that, Y/N.”

Cait nodded in agreement. “The goal has never been for you to perform a version of yourself that feels unnatural. Even when we were talking on the app.”

“We’ve always wanted you to be yourself,” Vi explained. 

You felt something loosen inside you, as if a weight you’d been carrying for weeks was lifted. “You really don’t mind?” you asked, your voice soft and small. Relieved.

“Sweetheart,” Cait started gently.

Her tone of voice meant she was about to explain something so simple, yet so devastating to you.

You braced yourself.

“You spent your entire childhood being forcibly moulded into what other people wanted you to be; we’re not interested in continuing that pattern.”

Your eyes stung unexpectedly, your bottom lip suddenly trembling.

Vi squeezed your knees. “We don’t want you to pretend for us, sweetheart.”

The knot in your chest finally dissolved. And for the first time in weeks, you realised you didn’t have to keep trying to be a version of yourself that simply wasn’t there.

Cait and Vi didn’t want a brat; they wanted you.

And that, it turned out, was more than enough.

The date night had been lovely.

Simple, relaxed, exactly the sort of evening the three of you enjoyed most. You had wandered through the city without much of a plan, stopped for a pizza, lingered over dessert longer than necessary, and spent most of the evening talking about nothing particularly important. By the time you returned to the penthouse, you felt pleasantly tired, your arm linked through Cait’s in the elevator while Vi leant against the opposite wall, just watching her two girls hungrily.

You couldn’t wait to get on your knees for them.

The elevator doors opened.

Vi stepped inside first, then stopped.

The change was so sudden that you nearly walked into her. “Vi? What-?”

The butch raised a hand.

Your stomach tightened.

Two pairs of unfamiliar shoes sat neatly near the coat rack: one pair of trainers, one pair of knee-high boots.

Vi’s posture changed instantly. The hungry energy vanished, replaced by something alert and cautious. “What the hell,” she whispered, clenching her fists.

Then she began moving into the apartment.

Your pulse quickened as you curled into Cait. Logically, you knew the building’s security was excellent. The penthouse wasn’t exactly easy to break into.

That didn’t stop your imagination from immediately supplying worst-case scenarios.

Vi disappeared around the corner toward the living area.

There was a pause.

Then…

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.”

The tension vanished from her voice so quickly that you blinked.

A second later, a delighted yell erupted from the living room. “VI!” a young female voice cried.

You couldn’t see what was happening, but you heard bodies crash into one another, a winded grunt from Vi, and then the sound of someone falling.

“What the fuck! Powder!”

Cait visibly relaxed, let out a small sigh, and took your hand as she led you around the corner.

You entered the living space and saw Vi sprawled on the floor, a young woman with bright blue hair in space buns on the floor next to her, who was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

The resemblance was obvious. 

“You’re crushing me!” the blue-haired girl laughed.

Vi just squeezed her harder. “You love it.”

“I literally don’t!”

“Whatever, liar.”

Vi finally managed to disentangle herself enough to grab the girl in a headlock, playfully ruffling her hair, messing up her buns.

She immediately shrieked. “Vi, stop it! Assault! Ekko!”

A young man rose from the sofa, clearly trying – and failing – not to laugh. The second pair of shoes suddenly made sense.

“Don’t look at me, Pow,” he said. “I told you jumping on people was a bad greeting strategy.”

“It was a great greeting strategy,” Powder argued, still struggling against her sister’s impossible strength.

“You nearly killed her. She could have cracked her head open!”

“Oh please, this is Vi we’re talking about.”

“Missed you too, sis.”

The elder sister finally released the younger, stood up, and pulled her into a proper hug.

The teasing vanished immediately.

You watched the change happen.

One second they were wrestling; the next, they were simply holding onto each other, almost breathing each other in.

Vi’s eyes closed. “Hey, kid.”

Powder’s smile softened. “Hey. You totally forgot we were coming, didn’t you?”

Vi immediately groaned. “Shut up.”

Powder burst out laughing. “You forgot about us!”

Cait stepped in, chuckling softly. “We did indeed forget, Powder. My apologies.”

“You’re both awful!” she accused.

Vi released her sister, and as the girl turned, she saw you for the first time. “Oh! Hey.”

“Powder, this is Y/N,” Vi introduced you proudly. “Our girlfriend.”

The room buzzed with energy.

Vi and Powder slipped into their sisterly dynamic so naturally that it was almost startling. Within minutes they were talking over each other, arguing about things that clearly weren't real arguments, shoving each other whenever one made a particularly ridiculous comment.

At one point Powder stole Vi's drink. Vi licked Powder’s doughnut in return. The resulting scuffle nearly knocked over a lamp.

Cait and Ekko watched the entire thing with the long-suffering affection of people who had clearly witnessed this exact performance hundreds of times before. Occasionally Cait would interject with a dry comment, whilst Ekko would light-heartedly encourage the chaos.

You found yourself watching all of them quietly. Listening, observing. Feeling increasingly strange and out of place. Not because anyone had done anything wrong.

Because they hadn't.

That was the problem.

Everything about the interactions felt effortless, and completely natural. That special sort of closeness that came from years of love and familiarity.

The sort of closeness you had never experienced.

You never behaved like this with Christopher, even before your parents’ and pastor’s abuse got worse. You had grown up in a house with incredibly strict rules; not only because you were children and children ‘should be seen and not heard’, but because you were a little girl, which naturally made you more sinful and wicked than your golden-child brother.

You couldn't remember joking with Christopher. You never wrestled in the living room. You never had playful arguments that weren't really arguments.

You never felt safe enough to be ridiculous.

The realisation settled heavily in your chest.

“Sweetheart?”

You blinked.

Vi, Powder, and Ekko were all still talking, laughing, catching up.

But Cait had noticed.

The two of you sat in one corner of the large sofa, Cait’s arm draped around your waist as you rested against her. She held a mug of tea in her free hand, and you had one in yours.

Concern softened her expression. “Are you alright, darling? You’re very quiet.”

The question was soft enough that the others couldn't hear.

You immediately nodded numbly, your face fixed in a blank expression.

Her eyebrow rose, a clear indication that she wasn’t fooled.

You looked away, blinking your dry eyes a few times.

Across the room, Powder had acquired a cushion and was threatening violence with it. Vi was threatening violence right back. Ekko looked deeply resigned but still amused.

The entire scene felt absurdly… Normal.

And somehow that made your chest hurt more.

“I…” you hesitated.

The words felt childish and embarrassing.

Yet the feeling refused to leave.

You whispered to her, “I didn’t know family could be like this.”

Cait’s face softened instantly. She followed your somewhat blank gaze toward the pair of sisters currently arguing over absolutely nothing.

Understanding dawned immediately.

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

The single word carried far more meaning than you intended.

Cait squeezed you gently. “Are you alright?”

You swallowed, nodding, blinking a few times. “Yeah. Yeah. Um…”

She lightly kissed your shoulder. “Come on. Let’s take a moment.”

Cait put her tea down and scooted off the sofa, though even that action looked flawlessly elegant. She gestured you to put your own tea down, which you did.

She took your hand, pulling you up. To the squabbling trio, she called, “We’ll go make up your room.”

She didn’t get a response as the three of them kept up their shenanigans, but neither of you minded.

Cait led you down the corridor towards the bedrooms. “Let’s get the sheets and towels.”

You grabbed the necessary items and then headed back to a guest bedroom you hadn’t really been in before. The room was nicely decorated, but neutral. Still luxurious, obviously.

Still, there were things to do: fresh sheets; clean towels; check the bathroom’s supplies; light a candle and turn on a low lamp.

Small, simple tasks.

Exactly the sort of tasks Cait suspected you needed right now.

The moment you slipped away from the chaos of the living room, the difference was immediate. The distant sound of Vi’s and Powder’s voices still carried down the hallway, punctuated by occasional laughter and what sounded suspiciously like another argument over absolutely nothing, but it was muted here. Softer.

Neither of you spoke whilst you set about making up the room ready for its guests.

Cait kept her eyes on you as you moved methodically around the room, folding blankets, smoothing creases, arranging things that didn’t particularly need arranging.

You tended to do that when you were overwhelmed. Kept your hands busy. Gave your mind something simple to focus on.

After several minutes, Cait handed you one corner of a fitted sheet; you accepted it automatically. Together, you stretched it across the mattress.

The familiar domestic routine was grounding. The complete opposite of the madness in the living room.

“They seem nice,” your comment came suddenly. Your eyes remained fixed on the sheet as you concentrated on tucking the corner beneath the mattress.

Cait smiled gently. “They are.”

There was a pause.

“Very… Loud.”

She laughed softly. “Yes.”

“Boisterous.”

“True.”

You nodded thoughtfully, as though confirming an observation. Then silence settled once more.

They continued making the bed. Pillows. Duvet. Blankets.

Outside, Vi’s voice suddenly echoed down the hallway. “That was my shoulder!”

Powder’s delighted laughter followed.

Cait closed her eyes briefly. “At least nobody is bleeding.”

“Yet,” you offered.

She nodded. “Yet.”

A few more minutes passed.

Then you spoke again. This time, your voice was even quieter. “How long are they staying?”

The question immediately revealed more than the words themselves.

Cait paused in the fluffing of a pillow.

Not because the question was strange. But because she understood what you were really asking.

How long would the penthouse be different? How long would there be unfamiliar people in your safe space? How long did you have to adjust? How long until things felt normal again?

“In the past it’s been about 10 days,” Cait explained gently. “Perhaps two weeks. It depends on the rest of their summer plans.”

You nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “Okay.”

Cait set the pillow down and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Hey,” she said softly, holding her hand out for you to take.

You walked over, standing between her legs. She squeezed your legs between her thighs, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Remember what we said yesterday? You don’t have to pretend around anyone. Okay?”

You twisted your fingers together. “I didn’t know they were coming.”

“No, sweetheart. We’re sorry. We completely forgot, with everything that’s going on.”

“It’s my first time meeting… Someone.”

Someone in their lives.

The evening made much more sense to Cait now. It wasn’t only the loud sibling dynamic, or the unexpected guests.

This was your first time meeting any member of either of their families. Not just in general, but as their partner. No warning, no preparation, no time to mentally rehearse, no opportunity to ask questions beforehand.

You had all simply walked through the front door and found yourselves face-to-face with someone important. To Cait and Vi, it was normal. It was simply Vi’s little sister and her boyfriend. It was Powder and Ekko. So simple, so easy.

To you…

Cait leant her head down, kissing your twisting fingers. “Are you nervous?”

You nodded.

“A reasonable amount?”

You shook your head.

She smiled kindly. “That’s fair.”

“I don’t even know why.”

Her voice was gentle, “Yes, you do.”

You thought about it, then sighed. “I want them to like me.”

“They already do.”

You looked unconvinced. “They met me an hour ago, and Vi’s taken up all their focus. I don’t think we’ve said more than three sentences to each other.”

“Do you think Vi doesn’t realise that?”

You paused. Your eyes widened a little.

Vi was keeping Powder’s and Ekko’s attention off of you, to give you time to adjust. Because she knew you’d be overwhelmed.

You fucking loved these women.

Your head surged down and captured Cait’s in a hungry kiss. She smirked against your lips, but returned your attention, sliding her hands down over your hips. You were moaning hungrily against her mouth, desperately getting as close to her as you could.

She pulled away. “Not in here, baby. Let’s go.”

Cait stood, taking your hand, and leading you out of the room. She looked down the corridor, checking to see no-one saw you both, then quickly led you into the main bedroom you all shared.

She hurried you inside, locking the door behind her.

“On the bed, baby. Skirt up.”

You perched on the end of the bed, hurriedly pulling off your panties – a soft peach colour, chosen that morning by Vi – as Cait rolled up the right sleeve of her blouse.

“We’re going to be quick, alright, darling? We’re already being so rude by staying away from our guests.”

Cait cupped your jaw with her left hand, suddenly sliding her middle- and ring-fingers of her right hand into your mouth. You started sucking on her digits without thinking, your body reacting purely from muscle memory.

She grinned cockily down at you. “You can do that for me, can’t you, baby? Be quick?”

You nodded eagerly, moaning softly around her long and slender digits as they slid past your lips.

“Yes? You’re going to cum on my fingers like a good girl?”

You whined, eyes flickering as you nodded again.

“Good.”

She abruptly pulled her fingers out of your mouth, pressed your tongue down with her left thumb, and spat onto your tongue. You groaned wildly, your hips bucking as she slid her spit-slicked fingers inside you.

“You really need this, don’t you?” she teased, keeping your tongue down and out, uncaring as both of your saliva started leaking down your chin.

“Yes, Mommy,” you mumbled as best you could, already starting to pant as your pleasure built.

Cait’s fingers didn’t start slow, didn’t ease inside you, didn’t let you get used to her. She immediately started a hard and fast rhythm, her palm slapping against your clit, the wet sloshing sound filling the room.

She chuckled. “It’s a good thing we had this room sound-proofed years ago,” she mocked. “Such a dirty girl. You didn’t need any warming up, did you? You were just ready to take my fingers like a good little slut.”

You nodded, gasping as her long digits hit your g-spot. She spat on your tongue again, then released your mouth, commanding you to swallow.

You obeyed, moaning out, “I’m always ready, Mommy.”

“Yes, you are,” she agreed, sliding her left hand into the hair at the base of your skull. She held you tightly, tilting your head back. She looked down, watching her fingers slosh in and out of you. “This needy little pussy needs constant attention, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mommy,” you whined, grinding your hips against her hand in a matching rhythm. “I always want you and Daddy. Always.”

“Why, baby?” she probed, running her nose up your cheek.

You let out a long breath, feeling your orgasm cresting. “Because I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. This is it for us all, do you understand that?” She met your gaze with intense focus. “You’re ours; we’re yours. We’re a three now, yes?”

You nodded desperately, your bottom lip trembling with emotion and your rising pleasure. “Yes. Yes, Cait. Yes.”

“Forever?”

“Forever,” you sobbed quietly.

She kissed you. “Then come, baby.”

You had no choice but to obey the woman you loved. Pleasure burst through your pussy, clenching down on her fingers, and she swallowed your moans into her hungry mouth. Your hips stuttered against her hand, but she kept up her movements, dragging out your pleasure.

“Oh, you didn’t squirt,” she pouted theatrically. “That’s alright; Daddy can help with that later.”

“I love you,” you wept.

She smiled back at you. “I love you too, Y/N.” She placed a gentle kiss to your flushed forehead. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. We need to get back out there.”

Buy me a coffee! 💜

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[simplybakugou]

i remember in one of the parts in sta bakugo said yn gave him head during a zoom meeting... could we please get that need to see this

⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (oral - m receiving) ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.8K

A/N: ngl i forgot i wrote this in for one of the parts in sta lol had to go back and check for accuracy

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Bakugou’s phone blared loudly on his nightstand and he struggled to open his eyes. Prior to getting in a relationship, he was extremely disciplined when it came to his schedule and routine. He’d be able to get out of bed within a minute of his alarm going off.

But after meeting you, having you in his arms like he did in that moment, with your back pressed against his chest and his arm wrapped around you, Bakugou’s been finding it extremely difficult to peel himself away from you to start his day.

You let out an annoyed groan upon hearing his alarm and he pulled his arm away from you to turn the blaring sound off. Your eyes peered open and Bakugou chuckled at your sleepy face. “Sorry, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your head. “Go back to sleep.”

You let out a hum and closed your eyes and as he pulled the comforter back, you grabbed his hand, preventing him from getting out of bed. “No! Don’t leave.”

Bakugou let out a laugh. “Sorry, I’ve got a meeting in an hour.”

You lazily shook your head and wriggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and hooking your legs around him in an iron clad hold. 

“Y/N.”

“I’m not letting you leave.”

“I’m not leavin’, it’s a Zoom meeting.” You didn’t respond and he let out a breathless chuckle. “Really? You’re not gonna let me leave?”

“No.”

“Alright,” Bakugou said plainly. Then he held one hand to your back and stood up, moving your arms up so you were clinging to his neck and your legs were hooked around his waist. 

He grinned down at your shocked face as he walked towards his bathroom, setting you down on the sink counter. He grabbed your spare toothbrush you always had at his apartment, plopping a glob of toothpaste on the bristles and handing the brush to you. You glared at him as you snatched it from him. “You’re so annoying,” you grumbled under your breath, begrudgingly starting to brush your teeth. 

Bakugou felt extremely pleased with himself as he also started brushing his teeth. Once you two finished up, Bakugou put both your brushes away and you pulled Bakugou closer to you by yanking on the strings of his sweats. You wrapped your legs around his waist, peering up at him. “Five minutes. Just spend five minutes with me.”

“Your version of five minutes is gonna be fifty.”

“No, it’s not!” You said with annoyance.

He rested his palms on either side of you on the counter, leaning down so his face was inches away from yours. “Usually I’m the one beggin’ for you and now you know how I feel.” You rolled your eyes at him.

He glanced down at you, taking in your flush skin from still being slightly exhausted with it being so early and the way his T-shirt you wore to bed pooled over your figure. It didn’t take much convincing for him after that. “Fine. Five minutes.”

You grabbed his face and pulled him towards you, planting your lips on his. You smiled triumphantly against his lips, slyly slipping your tongue into his mouth. He moaned into your mouth, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs.

He pulled away from you, burying his head in your neck and peppering your skin with kisses, his tongue sweeping out and nipping your skin. Small moans erupted from you and Bakugou was so close to grabbing you and throwing you back into bed, until his second alarm blared loudly, causing both of you to flinch. Bakugou sighed, lifting his head and looking back down at you. “Sorry, baby. I’ve gotta work.”

You groaned. “It’s just a shitty admin meeting. I don’t have to patrol.”

“Whatever,” you grumbled and Bakugou kissed your cheek and helped you down from the counter. 

“I’ll make it up to you after,” he whispered in your ear, reaching down and squeezing your ass in his palm. 

It took everything in him to walk away from you, quickly changing into something more appropriate than being shirtless and wearing sweats. Then he made his way to the living room, setting up his laptop on the dining table and sitting down with a sigh. The meeting was just about to start.

Bakugou was meeting with the safety commissioner, having a stupid ass discussion with a bunch of pro heroes on what areas of Japan needed more monitoring and other notes they had to share. Bakugou thought it was unnecessary and preferred to just submit his reports he filled out following every report but they wanted to be extra.

As the commissioner spoke through Bakugou’s headphones, you crossed the room, walking into the kitchen. You opened one of his cabinets and when you reached up to grab one of his mugs, Bakugou nearly coughed as he watched his shirt ride up your body, revealing the thin fabric of your pink lace panties. Fuck. Bakugou knew you were doing this on purpose.

You poured yourself a cup of coffee and closed the distance between you and Bakugou, sitting down in the chair opposite to his. He gave you a hard look and you gave him a simple, innocent smile.

Bakugou watched you even more carefully as you propped your legs up on his lap under the table. You pulled your phone out and started scrolling away, sipping your coffee periodically. Bakugou figured you weren’t behaving weirdly anymore so he went back to paying attention to the boring ass meeting

Then Bakugou choked on his breath when you pressed the ball of your foot against his cock, grinding down softly. He met your gaze, clenching his teeth and shaking his head slightly.

And you had the nerve to mouth, “What’s wrong?” Your foot continued to prod and grind at his cock and you bit back a smile as he hardened under your foot. 

Before Bakugou could scold you, Bakugou disguised his shock with a cough as your toe hooked around the waistband of his sweats, slowly pulling down. Bakugou grabbed your ankle, his eyes widening slightly. “You tryna fuckin’ kill me?” Bakugou hissed out with gritted teeth.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, shaking your head and feigning concern. 

Bakugou propped his elbow on the table, covering his mouth with his hand as he groaned, closing his eyes momentarily as your other foot went back and palmed at his dick. 

“Why the fuck are you so fuckin’ horny at 7 AM?” Bakugou muttered through his hand.

You smirked. “You’re always like this, you tell me.” Bakugou cursed at himself mentally because you had a point. 

Through his headphones and the chatter of the commissioner and other pro heroes, Bakugou heard your phone clatter to the floor. You groaned to yourself in annoyance, dropping your legs off from Bakugou’s lap as you knelt down to grab it.

Right when Bakugou thought he was safe, he flinched when he felt your hand on his hardened dick through his pants. He peered under the table and you grinned up at him from where you were, on your knees right before him.

“The fuck are you doin’?” He hissed, trying to be discreet while on camera and moved one of the muffs of the headphones behind his ear so he could hear you.

“Well, you looked bored in the meeting, Kats. I’m just helping,” you said as if it was such a simple, everyday thing to say or do. Bakugou inhaled sharply as you pulled his zipper down and pulled his dick out of his pants.

You hummed in satisfaction at how hard he was, surveying the red swollen tip leaking with pre. You wrapped your hand around him and Bakugou covered his mouth with his hand again as he stared at his computer screen while you pumped him slowly. Those goddamn (E/C) eyes of yours stared up at him, a small smile of your lips.

You tightened your grip slightly, and Bakugou reached out with his other hand and clutched the corner of the table. 

“Aw, Kats, you're doing such a good job hiding from all those people how your beautiful girlfriend is on her knees under your table right now,” you said with a grin. “And she’s about to suck your dick so good.”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ get it when I’m done with this,” Bakugou mumbled through clenched teeth.

His threat only made your grin widen. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Bakugou shut his eyes as you closed your lips over his tip, your tongue poking out and sliding right across his slit. Bakugou cursed under his breath as you took in more of his length, your head slowly bobbing up and down.

Bakugou moved his hand up to cover his face as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying his absolute best to stifle his moans, his nails digging into the table. “Fuck,” he muttered in a groan.

Your hand held the base of his cock in one hand, pumping the length you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You pulled him out of your mouth, licking a stripe down and up his dick. “Are you gonna come, Dynamight?”

“Shut up,” Bakugou groaned as you giggled to yourself, latching your mouth around him once more. 

“Dynamight? Are you okay over there?” The commissioner questioned.

Bakugou reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, attempting to stop you as he unmuted himself and choked out a, “‘M fine. All good” and quickly muted himself again.

You laughed, quickening your pace as your mouth and hand pumped faster, your tongue swiping the underside of his shaft. Bakugou’s hand reached out and nearly crushed his laptop screen as he went to cover his camera.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” Bakugou moaned, his breathing quickening and it only took two more bobs of your head for him to hold your head steady and come down your throat. You hummed to yourself, swallowing every drop of his essence. You pulled him out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ from sucking on his tip one last time.

Bakugou panted, ducking his head down and catching his breath as fast as he could before the commissioner or anyone else questioned what had just happened. There was no way he could confess that his crazy ass girlfriend just gave him head under the table.

He dropped his hand from the camera, gritting his teeth as he leaned back in his chair. He watched with hard eyes as you appeared from under the table, sitting back smugly in the chair across from him, your tongue darting out and licking your lips.

The second the commissioner started thanking everyone for attending the meeting, Bakugou quickly left the call and slammed his laptop shut with such force he swore he heard the screen shatter.

You let out a squeal as he darted to his feet and grabbed you by your waist, tossing you over his shoulder like you were as light as a feather. Your giggling only riled him up even more. “Yeah, keep laughin’. I’m gonna fuck the cockiness outta you.”

You only laughed even more, yelping when Bakugou raised a hand and smacked your ass before he tossed you onto his bed.

[simplybakugou]

can we have a chapter on when bakugo got ranked as no. 1 prohero (basically when he had that pic of reader in a red lingerie)

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A/N: not you guys wanting all of y/n and bakugou’s nasty business throughout their relationship but it’s okay cause you know i’ll always deliver; also! this was when bakugou got into the top 3 of the hero charts. he became number one after the divorce

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“Momma! Hurry!” Katsuo exclaimed, jumping up and down as he clutched the ‘congratulations’ balloons in his hands.

“I’m coming!” You called out, standing with your son by the front door, careful to not drop the heart shaped cake you and Katsuo had just finished baking and icing.

The lock of the front door started to turn and you hit the lights and you and Katsuo held your breaths as the door opened. You heard Bakugou let out a “The hell?” as he walked in and switched the lights back on.

Immediately once the room was lit you and Katsuo screamed out, “Surprise!”

Bakugou flinched as he stared down at you and your son. “Congwatulatones, Daddy!” Katsuo shrieked.

“It’s ‘congratulations,’ baby,” you whispered to your son.

Katsuo looked up at you with a confused expression, his lips parting slightly until he turned to his father and said, “What Momma said!”

Bakugou chuckled as he bent down to hold Katsuo in his arms, kissing his cheek. He turned to you, glancing down at the cake in your hands. “That for me?” He asked.

Katsuo nodded vigorously, the ribbons of the balloons now tangled in his little hands. “Momma let me help, too! See!”

He pointed to the icing where he attempted to pipe ‘Daddy!’ but it looked… nowhere close to what it was supposed to be. “Thanks, bud,” Bakugou said to Katsuo.

He looked over to you and you smiled up at him. “Congrats on getting into the top three of the Hero Charts, Kats.”

Bakugou returned your smile, leaning down and kissing you. “Thanks, baby.”

Bakugou’s phone suddenly started to blare in his pocket and he let out a groan. “One second, Tsuo.” He set Katsuo down as he fished his phone out, rolling his eyes. “It’s my fuckin’ agency.”

He kissed your cheek, murmuring, “I’m sorry, baby, I’ll be quick.”

You tried your best to not look bummed but you nodded as he stepped outside and answered his call. Right when the door closed, you wiped the expression from your face, setting the cake down on the coffee table. You crouched down in front of your son. “You know what to do, right, Tsuo?”

Katsuo nodded. “Be a good boy for Grandma and Grandpa!”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “Exactly.”

“Can I eat cake before I go?” He asked shyly, his crimson eyes glued onto the cake that he’d been looking forward to the minute you mentioned making a cake.

You chuckled. “Of course, baby. I’ll pack some and you can eat it with Grandma and Grandpa.” Katsuo beamed at you.

The door opened once more and Bakugou trudged inside, his expression more grim than before. “Y/N, I’m sorry. There’s an emergency and… I need to head back.”

“But we made you cake and dinner,” you said, feigning being upset. 

“I know I–” Bakugou approached you, his gloved hands resting on your hips. “There’s people in danger… you know how it is.”

You nodded despondently. “I know. Be careful, okay?”

“I will.” He kissed you, whispering, “I love you. I’ll make it up to you,” before kissing you again.

Bakugou picked Katsuo up again and smothered his cheeks with kisses, causing Katsuo to break out into a fit of giggles. “Be good for Momma.”

“Bye, Daddy!” Katsuo exclaimed as he was set back down.

“I’ll be quick. Promise,” Bakugou swore as he left your home. 

You made sure his car was fully out of the driveway before you grabbed your phone to call Mina. Balancing your phone in between your shoulder and your ear, you grabbed the cake to pack for your in-laws and your son.

“Did he fall for it?” Mina asked right as she answered.

“Of course he did,” you said, going into the kitchen to grab tupperware.

“Perfect!” Mina said, snickering to herself. 

“I’m dropping Tsuo off to Ma’s now,” you said, slicing pieces of cake into the tupperware before snapping it closed. 

“Good. You’ve got everything prepared?” Mina asked. “The pictures look good?”

“I think so…”

“Of course they look good! If Katsuki doesn’t lose his mind seeing you in that lingerie and immediately jump on you, I’ll come over and do it for him,” Mina huffed, causing you to laugh.

“Bye, Momma!” Katsuo said, waving at you as Mitsuki held him in her arms by the front door to her home.

You leaned in and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”

“I hope you and Katsuki have a good date night,” Mitsuki said with a smile. “You both deserve some rest and relaxation.”

You smiled and thanked her, saying goodbye to both of them as you got back in your car. You had to tell your in-laws that you needed them to babysit Katsuo for the night so you and Bakugou could ‘go out to dinner to celebrate his new ranking.’

What they didn’t know was you were about to go home to give their son the best sex of his life.

Bakugou was beyond pissed off. To get summoned back to his agency where he just was all damn day and then being told that it was a false alarm and they ‘didn’t know where the emergency call came from,’ if it weren’t for the fact that Bakugou wanted to run back to you and Katsuo, he would’ve blown the whole building up. 

As he got out of his car and unlocked the front door, he hoped internally that you were both still awake. But to his dismay, when he walked inside, all of the lights were off. He sighed, kicking his boots off and slipping his gloves off, working on dismantling his hero suit as he walked to the dining table, the only room where the light had been left on. He just wanted to get in bed and sleep beside you at that point.

But he did find it peculiar that that light was the only one left untouched.

When he approached the table, the only thing on the surface was an envelope with ‘Congrats Daddy’ written on the front. Bakugou smiled as he picked it up and he cut it open, assuming it was a card that you and Katsuo had made for him. He already had plans on putting it on his desk in his office. 

But instead, Bakugou choked on his breath as he pulled out three photographs from the envelope. They were photos of you… dressed in the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen you wear. And the photos were taken expertly and you were posed like you were modeling the material for an advertisement.

In the first photo, it was a silhouette shot of your body from the neck down. The second photo you were on your shared bed, your face on the pillow with your ass hiking in the air. And the last photo made all of the blood rush straight to Bakugou’s dick. It was a shot of just your pelvis, your fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties as you were starting to slip them off. 

Bakugou didn’t waste any time speeding upstairs. Fuck, his dick was so hard. 

First, he checked on Katsuo, wanting to make sure his son was asleep before he made any moves to pounce on his wife. Bakugou frowned when he didn’t see Katsuo in bed. Before he could process where his son was, Bakugou started to hear soft music coming from your shared bedroom.

As he slowly opened the door, he noticed through the dim light rose petals littered on the floor and the bed. He didn’t see you at all, as he took in what was happening before him. That was why he was surprised when you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Welcome home,” you whispered.

Bakugou froze, his face breaking out into a grin as he turned around to face you. He was nearly out of breath just at the sight of you. You were wearing a red silk robe, your hair and makeup done flawlessly. How the hell did you do all this in such little time?

You pressed your hands against his chest, looking up at him through your mascara covered lashes. “Is that the number three hero, Dynamight?”

Bakugou was utterly stunned. “Baby… you did this all for me?”

“Of course,” you responded, pushing him back to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I wanted to give you a present for working so hard,” you said with a sly smirk. Bakugou watched with anticipation as you slowly pulled at the knot of the ribbon around your waist holding the robe together. 

Bakugou felt his mouth water and his eyes widened as the robe slid off of you to the floor. You were wearing the same lingerie you had on in the photographs downstairs. The lingerie set made your breasts bulge out, making Bakugou hands itch to touch you, and your body was covered in lace. The red panties in the set were transparent through the lace.

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed under his breath as his vermillion eyes scanned your body from head to toe. 

He raised his hands to reach out and grab you and you swatted away at them. “No, no. No touching.”

Bakugou nearly scoffed. “Baby, I have to touch you. I need you.” He was convinced his cock was about to burst through the fabric of his hero costume. 

“I know you do, sir,” you said, taking a step forward so you stood between his legs. Your brought a hand up and tilted his chin up so he was looking right up at you, your thumb brushing his bottom lip. “But I have a job to do.”

“Wait,” Bakugou interjected, as he came to his senses before lust fully took over him. “Where’s Tsuo?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, throwing your hands up in the air from exasperation. “I’m trying to do this right, Kats! You’re ruining the mood!”

Bakugou stifled a laugh. “I’m sorry! I just wanna know where my son is.”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s at your parents’ house.”

“Okay, good.” Bakugou smirked. “What’s the job you gotta do?” Bakugou asked, wanting to get you back into your groove.

You returned his smirk, running a hand through his hair before your fingers curled around the strands and tugged. He let out a groan. You leaned forward, your lips brushing his ear and your tits were in his face. “I wanna show my favorite hero some… appreciation. As a fan.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he watched you carefully as you pulled away and sank to the ground so you were on your knees. You immediately raised a hand to palm his cock through his pants and Bakugou moaned. You looked up at him with a feigned shy smile. “I want to thank you for your service.”

As you unbuttoned his pants, he held your wrist. “Lemme taste you, baby.”

You shook your head and pushed away at his hand. “No touching or tasting. Tonight is about you, Dynamight.”

Bakugou groaned as you pulled his cock out from his pants and he leaned back on his hands because he knew he’d fall back from the way you were pumping his cock in your hand. 

You licked a stripe up from the base of his cock all the way up his shaft. Your tongue circled around his tip, enclosing your lips around the red swollen mushroom tip and collected any precome oozing out of him. 

Bakugou’s breath hitched in his throat as you closed your lips over him completely and slowly started bobbing your head up and down his cock. “Fuuck,” Bakugou moaned.

If Bakugou wasn’t already sweating, he definitely was at that moment and he pulled his compression shirt from his costume off his body. He began to pant as you continued to suck and lick his cock, his hands gripping the sheets and he threw his head back as moans escaped his lips.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Bakugou groaned. He wasn’t used to you going down on him. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it; he usually would just get aroused just from eating you out that he didn’t need or care for you to suck his dick. But he damn well wasn’t going to make you stop.

You pulled away from him, your hand wrapping around his cock as you pumped him slowly. You looked up at him, smiling slyly as you took in his face as you pleasured him. Now you understood why he loved looking at you while eating you out…

“Does it feel good, Dynamight?” You cooed, licking your lips.

Bakugou glanced down at you and let out a breathless laugh. “Y-Yes, fuck. Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good. The hell did I do to deserve you, baby.”

You picked up your pace, your grip around him squeezing slightly as your hand slid up and down his shaft. “Are you going to be a good boy and come for me, sir?”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” Bakugou choked out, a shaky hand rising to caress your cheek and cupping your face in his large, calloused hand. His thumb brushed your lips and he leaned down and closed his lips over yours.

Your tongue immediately went into his mouth and as your tongues swiped against each other, Bakugou cock twitched in your hand and he groaned against your mouth. Sure enough, as you continued to pump him, he climaxed and came around your fingers, some of his come splatting on your tits.

He pulled away from you, leaning back on his hands as he panted. You let go of his cock, and watching you lick your fingers made Bakugou dick rock hard in a matter of seconds. “Fuckin’ hell you’re so sexy.”

You hummed triumphantly, rising to your feet and planting your legs on either side of him, straddling his lap. The lace of your panties brushed against his cock and he let out a strained groan from the friction.

“You did such a good job, baby,” you mumbled, grinding down on him, the wet patch in your panties only growing with every movement.

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. “I need to taste ya, I’m gonna go insane.”

You shook your head. “This is about you, Dynamight, not me.” Bakugou let out an annoyed groan and you glared at him. “Stop being difficult, Katsuki! You’re ruining this!”

Just as Bakugou opened his mouth to complain once again, you shut him up by lifting your hips and unclasping your panties, causing them to unfurl and open completely. When you sat back down, Bakugou could’ve came again just from feeling your wet folds rub directly on his cock.

You didn’t even warn him as you lifted your hips once more, aligning him with your entrance as you sank down onto him. Both of you moaned together. God, you felt so fucking warm and soft against his hard cock. 

“Not even givin’ me any time to fuckin’ recover,” Bakugou sputtered, gripping you tighter in his hands.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips brushing his. You looked him right in the eyes as you lifted yourself and started to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned as you continued to move at your own pace, the sound of his cock squelching into your pussy echoing in your bedroom. 

You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged once again. “Are you gonna come again, sir?”

“You keep this up I’ll come fifty more fuckin’ times,” Bakugou grunted, a smirk creeping up his face. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. Pussy was beggin’ for me huh, baby?”

His hands moved down and squeezed your ass, a slight whimper escaping your lips. He raised a hand and lightly smacked your ass cheek and you let out a small yelp, your legs shaking. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes,” you moaned out. “I’ve been– waiting for this.”

“Mm,” Bakugou hummed as he watched as your pace began to slow, your thighs burning from having to bounce up and down on his lap. “Gettin’ tired, princess?”

“N-No.” Of course you most definitely were getting tired, nearing your climax but not having the energy to continue. 

“You sure?” Bakugou questioned, pulling you closer to him so your tits pressed against his chest. “Lemme help you.”

Before you could question him, Bakugou grabbed you by your hips and started lifting you up and down his cock. You gasped, gripping his shoulders for stability. He watched with amusement as you whimpered and moaned as continued to use your body like a toy to fuck you.

“Feel good?” 

You nodded. “Gonna be a good girl and come for me? Come for your favorite hero?” He mumbled in your ear, biting down on the shell of your ear. 

“Y-Yes!” You sputtered, your lip quivering as the relief and pleasure coursed throughout your body. 

Bakugou picked up his pace, his fingers digging into your sides. “Come on my dick. Let it all go, baby.”

Your legs clenched around him and he slammed you down so your pussy swallowed him whole to the base of his cock. You let out a scream, clinging to his body by gripping his shoulders and nestling your head in the crook of his neck. Your legs shook as you came all over his cock. 

Your body loosened as you leaned on Bakugou, panting as you laid your head on his shoulder. Bakugou leaned down and gave you a peck. “Tired?” You nodded weakly and then your eyes widened slightly when you saw the smirk on his face. “You’re not restin’ yet, baby. I’m not done with you.”

“W-What?”

Bakugou lifted you up and laid you on the bed and you watched as he stripped his pants and fully dismantled and removed his hero costume until he was naked. “You called all the shots so far. And my dick’s still hard. I’m gonna ruin this fuckin’ pussy.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he flipped you over so you were lying on your stomach. A hand came down and smacked your ass, causing you to flinch. “Ass up,” Bakugou commanded. 

“Ow!” You yelped, looking over your shoulder and glaring at him. Nonetheless you obliged his command.

“Makin’ you come once isn’t enough. I need you to scream my name, baby.” 

And you nearly did scream when Bakugou grabbed your hips and slammed his cock all the way inside you. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, burying your head in the sheets.

“Did all this for me, fuck, you’re perfect, baby,” Bakugou grunted as he began to pound your pussy. The sheets muffled your whimpers, your hands gripping them. Bakugou leaned down, pinning your wrists on either side of your head, his mouth by your ear. “You’re my biggest fan, aren’t you?”

You could barely respond as the high from just orgasming hadn’t completely dissipated and his cock was stretching you so well. He smacked your ass, his quirk popping off and lightly burning you. “You know I don’t like it when you don’t answer me.”

“Yes! I’m– your biggest– fan,” you choked out, tears brimming your eyes.

Bakugou groaned when you clenched around him. He knew you loved when he talked dirty to you, especially when he was fucking you relentlessly. “Say my name.”

“D-Dyna–

“No, baby, enough of the Dynamight shit. Say my name,” Bakugou grunted.

You whimpered, turning your head to the side so you could breathe. “Kat–suki.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou swore, his pace quickening and his mushroom tip slammed repeatedly against your sweet spot, making you curl your toes. “My beautiful fuckin’ wife– suckin’ my cock and bouncin’ on it and lettin’ me fuck her dumb. Fuck.”

His hand reached down and rubbed your clit, causing you to clench even harder around his cock. “You’re all mine, aren’t you, baby?”

You nodded vigorously, your makeup surely smudging all over the sheets. “A-All– yours– Kats.”

“You comin’?” Bakugou huffed and you nodded again.

“Katsuki,” you whimpered, making Bakugou’s cock twitch in you.

“I’m comin’, too. Come with me,” Bakugou grunted and you came right away, clenching around him again and squeezing him as he painted your insides white, his come oozing out of you as you milked his cock clean. 

The fatigue of having two orgasms overcame Bakugou’s body and he nearly collapsed on top of you.

“You’re heavy,” you said, your voice strained under the weight of his body.

Bakugou laughed, pulling his cock out of you as he rolled off and laid next to you. Your combined breaths filled the air as you both panted, your body throbbing.

“I love you, baby,” Bakugou murmured, pulling you close to him.

You hummed in response, wrapping an arm around him. “I really am proud of you.”

Bakugou smiled, kissing you softly. “I need to take this off,” you murmured, tugging at your lingerie. You looked down to unclasp your bra and gasped. “It ripped!”

Bakugou glanced down at you and you glared up at him. “It’s your fault, Katsuki.”

“I’ll get you more,” Bakugou said simply, helping you remove each garment and tossing the torn up lace aside. “We can shop for some together. You can give me a little show.” He squeezed your bare breast and you rolled your eyes, swatting his hands away.

“In your dreams.”

“Oh, now the attitude comes back. You weren’t sayin’ all that when I was fuckin’ you into–”

You brought your hand up to clamp his mouth shut and he laughed under your palm, kissing your hand. 

You laid your head on his outstretched arm as he rubbed circles on your back. “Can’t wait to see what you’ll do for me when I’m number one,” Bakugou murmured.

“Looks like we’ll just have to wait and see ‘til you become number one,” you said with a smile. 

He kissed you once more before flopping his head back on the pillow. You were both exhausted and you quickly closed your eyes, slowly succumbing to sleep.

That is until Bakugou’s eyes opened wide as he remembered something. “Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“You on the pill?”

“No, why?”

“We didn’t use a condom.”

This time you opened your eyes wide. “Shit.”

[simplybakugou]

hii I love this so much!!!

how about meeting bakugos parents for the first time?

⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.7K

A/N: had to change it up with these and answer a non-smut one cause i have like five smut asks for sta in my inbox rn lol

Second Time Around Masterlist

“Y/N, it’s gonna be fine,” Bakugou said, glancing over to you as he continued to drive.

Your leg bobbed up and down anxiously as you gnawed on the inside of your cheek. “I can’t help it! I’m meeting your parents for the first time, how can I not freak out?”

It had been six months since you and Bakugou had officially started dating. A few weeks ago, Bakugou complained and revealed that his mother figured out he was in a relationship. How did she figure it out? He had no idea but she demanded that he bring his girlfriend over so she could meet her. Well… meet you.

As Bakugou pulled into the driveway of one of the biggest homes you’d ever seen, your eyes widened at the sight of the building. Once your astonishment subsided and before Bakugou stepped out of his car, you grabbed his hand to stop him. 

“I-Is my makeup smudged?” You asked nervously. 

Bakugou chuckled. “Nah, baby. You look beautiful. As usual.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Good.” Then you finally got out of the car, letting out a deep breath as you looked at the front door. You followed Bakugou as he stepped up to the door, ringing the bell. You fidgeted in place as you both waited.

Immediately you heard a woman’s voice from the intercom. “Who is it?”

“Ma, it’s me,” Bakugou responded. 

“Oh, it’s the brat,” Bakugou’s mother said to someone else, assumingly her husband.

You let out a laugh and you heard Bakugou’s mother gasp. “Masaru! He actually does have a girlfriend! I think I heard her!”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Bakugou mumbled, rubbing his temples in frustration. You did your best to suppress your laughter but to no avail. Bakugou gave you a small glare. “Shut it.”

The giant door opened and a woman, who looked exactly like Bakugou, stood in front of you and pushed Bakugou to the side, pulling you into her embrace. “You must be Y/N!”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Bakugou,” you said as you both pulled away from each other.

“Oh, please call me Mitsuki,” Mitsuki said with a wave of her hand.

You shook your head. “I couldn’t just call you by your first name…”

“Well, then call me Ma. It’s what Katsuki calls me,” Mitsuki said, glancing at her son. She looked at you once more and smiled. “Ah, I’ve been waiting for the day my brat would bring a girl home and when I found out he did have a girlfriend, he wouldn’t tell me a thing about you.”

Mitsuki shook her head, reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Never mind that. We can talk about all that inside.”

“You’re not even gonna address me, old hag?” Bakugou huffed, closing the door behind him as he followed you inside. 

You looked over your shoulder, narrowing your eyes at him. “I told you to stop calling your mother that.”

Mitsuki let out a small gasp, holding her other hand to her chest. “We’re going to be great friends.” Bakugou let out a groan upon hearing that. 

The Bakugou home was just as lavish inside as it was outside. Everything was spotless, not even a speck of dust in the air. 

A man with brunette hair and glasses poked his head out from what you assumed to be the kitchen. “Oh! You must be Y/N!” He exclaimed. “I’m Katsuki’s father.”

Just as you were going to respond, you heard Mitsuki scold Bakugou, “You didn’t even get her flowers?”

“I’m visitin’ you, Ma, why would I get Y/N flowers?” Bakugou asked in annoyance.

“Are you trying to get broken up with already?!” Mitsuki exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips.

“N-Nice to meet you,” you said to Bakugou’s father, Masaru, as Mitsuki and Bakugou bickered right next to you.

Masaru sighed. “I apologize for their behavior… this is a normal occurrence in our household unfortunately.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Please don’t apologize. I’m used to Katsuki’s… eccentric personality.”

Mitsuki rolled her eyes at her son, turning to you and immediately wiping any sign of irritation from her face. “Come, sweetie. Let’s sit in the living room.”

You nodded, following Mitsuki as she sat you on one of the couches. “I’ll go get you some coffee.”

You thanked her as she went into the kitchen and Bakugou sighed, slumping down next to you. “You okay?”

You smiled. “Yeah. I feel less nervous now. And your mom is so sweet! I don’t know why you were worried about me meeting her.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, leaning back on the couch. “Yeah, she’s sweet ‘cause she doesn’t act like that with me.” You let out a laugh and he looked over to you. “Y’know… it means a lot that you’re doing this… meetin’ my folks.”

“Of course, Kats,” you responded, holding his hand in yours. “I know how much your parents mean to you even if you won't admit it.” He chuckled because he knew you were right.

Unbeknownst to you, Mitsuki had observed the way you two were with one another, smiling at your entwined hands as she entered the living room with a tray of coffee and set it down on the table. “Thank you,” you said as she sat on the couch adjacent to you.

“So, even though Katsuki wouldn’t tell me anything about you, I did do some digging…” Mitsuki started.

“Ma,” Bakugou groaned.

“I saw that you’re a teacher!” Mitsuki exclaimed, ignoring her son’s protests. 

You took a sip of your coffee, holding the warm mug in your hands. “I am! I teach first graders.”

“Do you enjoy it? Teaching?”

You nodded, a small smile on your lips. “I do. I love it so much and I love working with kids.”

“That’s perfect! It’ll be good practice for when you two have kids,” Mitsuki said, beaming.

Bakugou choked on his sip of coffee and you froze. “Stop sayin’ crazy shit, Ma!” Bakugou said, palming his forehead.

“Sorry, sorry, I know I’m getting ahead of myself,” Mitsuki said, waving a hand in the air. “Don’t wanna scare the only girl who’d ever be with you.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and you didn’t know whether to be concerned or laugh. Their dynamic was interesting to say the least. 

“Would you two stop fighting,” Masaru said in exasperation, setting down a plate of homemade cookies on the table.

Bakugou and Mitsuki just glared at one another, silently at least. Masaru sat down beside his wife as he turned to you with a soft smile. “Y/N, how did you and Katsuki meet?”

You had to stifle your laugh as you told Bakugou’s parents about the story of how you stopped a thief, leading you to meet and befriend Mina who eventually introduced you to Bakugou and the rest of their friend group.

“Hmm, and out of all of his friends, Katsuki’s the one who intrigued you?” Mitsuki asked, leaning forward as she was extremely interested in what you had to say.

You didn’t even hesitate to answer. “Well… yes. I didn’t even think of looking at anyone else.”

You stole a glance at Bakugou, smiling to yourself when you saw his cheeks had a pink hue to them. Before Mitsuki could embarrass her son further, Bakugou's phone rang in his pocket. When he fished it out, he groaned looking at the caller ID. “It’s the agency,” he announced as he stood up and walked upstairs assumingly to his childhood bedroom to answer the call. As he walked upstairs, he looked over his shoulder and said, “Don’t say some stupid shit while I’m gone.” It was definitely directed at his mother.

Mitsuki rolled her eyes as Masaru chuckled. “Katsuki has definitely mellowed down a lot since meeting you,” Masaru commented.

You shook your head. “I think he’s been doing that on his own before he met me.”

“No, I know that boy and he’s a lot… softer now. I’ve never seen him like this,” Mitsuki said, her gaze stuck on the stairs where her son just was.

“Oh! Before I forget,” Mitsuki started, leaning over and pulling out an album from under the table. “Since Katsuki’s not here to get pissed at me, I think you’ll want to see this.”

She handed the album to you and you gasped at the cover. It was a photo of Bakugou as a child with a toothy grin. “Are these his baby photos?!” You exclaimed excitedly as you opened it, Mitsuki laughing and confirming your assumption.

“He’s going to get mad if he sees this,” Masaru warned his wife.

“Let him,” Mitsuki said offhandedly as she sat beside you and you both went through the photos. It was a variety of pictures of Bakugou from being a baby to being in elementary school. From wailing as a small baby to holding a soccer ball to grinning while little sparks erupted from his palms, you could tell Mitsuki and Masaru documented Bakugou’s entire childhood in this album.

“He was such a cute kid,” you murmured as you flipped through the album.

“Yes, and I love my son, but god that kid was such an ugly baby,” Mitsuki confessed.

One glance at his baby photos made you say, “I’m afraid I’ll have to agree…”

You and Mitsuki fell into a fit of laughter, Masaru chuckling with you both and as Bakugou emerged from his room, he stood at the top of the staircase, smiling at his parents and girlfriend getting along so well. He knew they would love you; his mother had been asking about Bakugou having a significant other for as long as he could remember.

Any positive emotions dissipated the minute Bakugou’s gaze fell to what was in your hands. “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. I told you not to bring out that fuckin’ thing!” Bakugou bellowed, trudging down the stairs. “Put it away.”

“No,” you protested, holding the album close to your chest. “I wanna keep looking at it.”

Bakugou was at a crossroads and as he continued to stare at you, you said, “Are you going to try and take it from me?”

Bakugou scowled, looking off to the side as he rubbed the nape of his neck. “No…” He murmured and you smiled triumphantly. 

“Wow… looks like you’ve finally met your match,” Mitsuki said with a grin. She put an arm around you as she and Masaru smiled at you. “Welcome to the family, sweetie.”

[simplybakugou]

your katsuo walking in on them oneshot was so cute snd funny 😁. could you do one where their older and they walk in them and this time they actually know what’s going on. 🫶🏼

⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (fingering); kids; fluff-ish ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.9K

A/N: you guys just want this boy to be traumatized LOL but ofc i shall deliver as always

Second Time Around Masterlist

It was such a pleasant weekend… so far at least. 

It had been a few weeks since you and Bakugou had revealed your relationship to Suki and Katsuo, more so to Suki since she was the only one who didn’t know about your relationship. Bakugou was essentially living with you and the kids with half of his wardrobe in your closet. You still hadn’t gotten back to him about moving in together since Suki brought it up but you practically were unofficially living together at that point.

The kids weren’t home for the day, with Suki hanging out at a friend’s house and Katsuo was at school with his class working on their cultural festival. 

You and Bakugou were in the kitchen, putting away groceries you had bought to make dinner for that evening. With your relationship now being fully revealed to your children, Bakugou was feeling more… open to showing you affection openly in your home.

Which was why you instinctively flinched when his arms snaked around your waist from behind, his head resting in the crook of your neck. “Kats, we need to make dinner for the kids,” you reminded him.

“We can worry ‘bout that later,” he mumbled as he littered and planted kisses all over and down your neck, causing you to laugh.

Bakugou held you by your hips, turning you around so you were facing him, his face inches away from yours. “Kids aren’t here,” he uttered, his breath tickling your face. “And we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

“I know that,” you responded, resting your hands against his chest. “But it’s still so new for them. Just last year we didn’t get along, it’s a big change for them.”

“You need to relax, baby,” he pressed, kissing you softly. His hands traveled down and gripped your ass, giving your flesh a tight squeeze. The corners of his lips upturned into his signature smirk, an expression you knew all too well, as he said, “And I know exactly how to help you relax.”

Before you could say anything, Bakugou grabbed you by your waist and threw you over his shoulder like you were absolutely weightless. The sudden movement made you yelp as he walked out of the kitchen and kicked your bedroom door open. “Katsuki!” You exclaimed as he laid you on your bed, kicking the door closed and slightly ajar with his foot.

Before you could wriggle away, Bakugou planted his hands by your head, his legs trapping you under him. He leaned down, his lips finding your neck as he started kissing right under your ear, where he knew you were most sensitive. 

You bit back a moan, clutching the fabric of his shirt in your hands. “Kats,” you said with a gasp. “W-We need to make dinner.”

“Dinner can wait,” he said against your skin. He moved up, his face inches away from yours. “I’m hungry for you right now.” He swiftly pulled his shirt off before hovering over you again.

You choked on your breath when his hand slipped under the waistband of your pants and into your panties. His middle and ring fingers rubbed on your clit and you instinctively clamped your thighs around his wrist.

Bakugou chuckled. “Nah, baby, spread those legs.” He kissed the corner of your lips that were trembling as he continued to rub circles on your clit. “How am I supposed to make you come if your closin’ those legs?”

You shakily spread your legs and gasped as he immediately dipped two fingers into you, your entrance already a sopping, wet mess, letting him slide his fingers in easily. “Already wet for me, huh? Didn’t even have to do much,” he said with a cocky smirk.

If it weren’t for the fact that the man was on top of you and quite literally making your legs shake with the way his fingers were fucking you, you would’ve have the urge to slap that stupid smirk off his face. 

“You’re so– annoying,” you choked, whimpering out a moan. 

Bakugou kissed you, his lips moving sloppily against yours as he took in your whimpers that escaped from your swollen lips. “And you fuckin’ love my annoyin’ ass, don’t you, baby?” He mumbled against your lips. His fingers picked up speed and you clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. 

“S-Shut up,” you sputtered. He let out a low laugh and rested his head in your neck, kissing and sucking your skin, adding more pleasure to your already aroused state. 

His palm ground against your clit and you were a blabbering, whimpering mess as his fingers continued to work in you, your walls plush against his fingers. “Come on, baby, let me hear you come.”

“K-Kats,” you stuttered and he lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours, watching as you climaxed on his fingers and your hips rocked with his movements. 

You were completely out of breath and rested your head on your mattress, trying to catch your breath. Bakugou looked down at you, absolutely pleased with how well he pleased you. 

“Don’t get tired on me now, I’m not done,” Bakugou said, kissing you once more before you could completely recover as he pulled his fingers out of you. 

It was easy to get caught up when Bakugou was your boyfriend. And you were so caught up that you didn’t hear Katsuo come home. And just as Bakugou was about to unbutton your pants, the door to your bedroom busted wide open. “Mom?” He called out just as the door opened and there your son stood and he choked on his words after witnessing the scene before him.

Katsuo had finished up at the school earlier than he expected. He knew he was supposed to call either you or Bakugou to pick him up but when his friend’s parent offered to drop him off, Katsuo figured he’d give his extremely hardworking, loving parents a break and save them the trip.

And when he got home and saw that a package had been delivered, the driver waiting at the door for a signature, Katsuo figured he’d call for his mother since he knew you were home. What he had forgotten was that he had gotten used to living at home with just his mother and his little sister and he was still getting used to seeing his father at his home so often. And of course he loved how happy you both were and how he got to spend time with his whole family instead of being split between two houses, Katsuo never thought he’d be in the predicament he was in currently.

To open your door, where he expected you to be napping or working like you usually did in the evenings, and instead see his father shirtless and on top of his mother as they made out and his hands were in your pants… Katsuo for the first and only time in his life wished his parents were divorced again.

So Katsuo reacted in the only rational way a fifteen-year-old would react after witnessing his parents nearly having sex; Katsuo exclaimed, “What the fuck?!”

You and Bakugou snapped your heads to the door and you felt your blood run cold. Katsuo quickly slammed the door shut and you both heard him shuffle into his room. A moment passed before Bakugou collapsed into your bed and started hysterically laughing. 

“It’s not funny!” You exclaimed, sitting up and taking a moment to adjust to the shock of what had just happened. Once you came to your senses, you slipped out of your pants and panties to change. 

“C’mon, he’s old enough to know what we were doin’,” Bakugou said nonchalantly, laying on his side and propping his head in his hand. “People have sex, baby, it’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah, but it’s a big deal when you walk in on your divorced parents who got back together almost having sex,” you corrected, buttoning your new, clean pair of pants up.

“Tsuo should be used to it. He’d always interrupt us when he was a kid when he’d have nightmares.”

“That isn’t the same, Kats. He never actually walked in on us,” you reminded him.

Bakugou sat up, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to him. He sat you on his lap, his arms wrapped around you. “My body completely covered you. It’s fine, Y/N, he probably didn’t see shit.”

You let out a sigh and you knew exactly what he was doing as Bakugou started to plant kisses on your neck. And as much as you wanted to sink back into his arms, you pushed Bakugou away. “Go clean yourself up and wash your hands.” You glanced down. “And take care of that.”

“Take care of what?”

“This,” you said, nodding your head towards his dick that was very much hard and prominent and visible in his sweats. 

“You want me to jack off in your bathroom?” Bakugou said, amusement in his eyes.

“I don’t care what you do. Just deal with it.”

Bakugou smirked. “But you’d be the best way to deal with it, baby.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you said, slipping out of his arms. You attempted to give him your sternest look and pointed at the bathroom. Bakugou chuckled and you shook your head at him. He loved to rile you up.

You let out a sigh as Bakugou closed your bathroom door behind him. After an inhale and an exhale, you opened your door and went out into the dining room. You scanned the room, looking for your son. “Katsuo?”

After a few beats, Katsuo’s door opened and he slowly came out, his face a flushed pink hue. “Is the man with the package still here?” You asked.

Katsuo shook his head. “No… I told him my parents weren’t home.”

“Oh,” you said. You didn’t know how to go about this. For so long and most of his life, Katsuo had gotten used to seeing you on your own. You knew it’d take him the most to adjust to Bakugou and your rekindled relationship. 

“Look,” you started, wanting to break the silence. “You know your father and I had a complicated history. And now that we’re back together and it’s been so long since we’ve been together, there’s a lot of pent up emot–”

“Oh, god! Stop talking, Mom!” Katsuo nearly shrieked, plugging his ears with his fingers.

You stifled a laugh. “Sorry. I’ll… be more careful.”

“Good,” Katsuo said, letting out a sigh. “‘Cause if Suki ever walks in on you two, I’m not gonna be the one to explain to her what you were doing.”

You chuckled, kissing his cheek. “Thank you, baby. And I’m sorry for putting you in that situation.”

“It’s okay,” Katsuo mumbled. 

Your bedroom door opened as Bakugou emerged, his issues completely taken care of. “You good now?” He asked his son.

“I’m fine,” Katsuo grumbled.

“It’s okay, Tsuo,” Bakugou said with a shrug. “One day when you get a girlfriend, you’ll get the urge to wanna rip her clothes off every time you see her and–”

You and Katsuo both yelled at him to stop, Katsuo letting out a “Dad!” and you letting out a “Katsuki!” Bakugou only responded with a laugh and you knew he was teasing your son on purpose. 

It was safe to say that it was now a policy that Katsuo would knock on your door first and he’d text you if he was coming home early. 

[simplybakugou]

Omgmgmg SOUTH INDIAN REPRESENTATION HELL YEAHH Vanakam or namaskaram idk (IM MALLU!!!)... ANYWAYS can we have like when katsuki and the reader first did it?? :3

⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (oral - f receiving; p in v; unprotected sex); fluff ⋆ WORD COUNT: 2.7K

A/N: omg i’m also malayali! that’s so crazy! also i had a feeling someone was going to send in an ask about this scene lol so i was ready for this

Second Time Around Masterlist

Bakugou had never grit his teeth so hard in his life. Even while stomaching the pain he endured while going through a literal war and the continued pain his body goes through as a pro hero, it could never amount to the struggle he was enduring in that moment.

There you were, curled up beside him, your head on his shoulder and your arm around his torso. The past hour of whatever movie you both had agreed to watch had completely gone over his head. He was too focused on the proximity of your body to his.

And it wasn’t that you’d never cuddled before. You’d been together for over two months now and had gone over each other’s apartments countless times. But Bakugou was always hesitant when it came to you. Hell, the first time he saw you and realized he was developing feelings for you, he convinced himself it was a fluke. He didn’t do dating or relationships, his ambitions for his career were too high to focus on such trivial things.

That is until you came into his life.

You were an enigma, and Bakugou never understood you. How could one person make him feel such complex feelings?

Which was why he was always so careful around you. He didn’t want to mess things up, especially since he’s enjoyed your company and having you around more often as your relationship progressed. He’d never admit it but he was terrified of doing something stupid and messing this all up.

“It’s so damn cold,” you said, clinging to him more as your arm tightened around him.

Bakugou hadn’t realized until you came over that his heater was busted. “It’s not even that bad,” Bakugou muttered. 

You looked up at him. “It’s December, Katsuki. I can’t even feel my fingers or my toes,” you said incredulously. 

Bakugou pulled the blanket laying over both of you closer to you, draping it over your body. You hummed from the additional warmth, leaning into him once again.

Bakugou swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment. The way you were holding him, the warmth of your body against his and that jasmine scent he could never get sick of was a deadly combo. He had to recite the alphabet backwards in his head, all to make sure his dick didn’t get hard.

But the way your body was shaking and shivering from the cold, Bakugou didn’t think twice before leaning over and scooping you up into his arms. You let out a yelp from the sudden movement, clearly not expecting this as he sat you on his lap.

You stared back at him, your face breaking out into a smile once you realized he had brought you closer to him to give you additional warmth. Then you sank back into his arms, your cheek pressed against his chest and your arms around him once again.

Your body didn’t shake as much and as relieved Bakugou was, he had made his current… predicament even worse. 

Your thighs were pressed directly onto his dick, your legs spread out on his couch, and your chest was partly pressing into his body. And your fucking scent wafted directly into his nostrils and he had to ball his fists up to prevent himself from nestling his head into your neck. 

“How can you be so warm?” You asked in amazement, your eyes still glued on the TV screen.

Bakugou didn’t respond and when you readjusted yourself slightly and leaned back on his dick, Bakugou bit back a groan. Which you still heard.

You looked up at him with concern. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re in pain.”

Bakugou opened his mouth to respond but his focus was on preventing himself from getting hard that he didn’t say anything. 

You furrowed your brows. “Am I… heavy?”

Bakugou scowled. “There’s isn’t a fuckin’ world where you’d be too heavy for me.”

“Then what is it?” You questioned. Without saying anything further, you got up and Bakugou choked on his breath when you straddled his lap, your legs on either side of him. 

You held his face in your hands, bringing a hand up to his forehead. “You don’t seem sick–”

You stopped talking, your eyes widening. Despite Bakugou’s valiant efforts, his cock was rock hard directly under you. “Oh…”

“Yeah, oh,” Bakugou mumbled, his face burning with embarrassment. 

And you definitely noticed him blushing because you nonchalantly said, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Please stop talkin’ about it.”

You laughed, holding his face in your hands again. “Why are you acting so shy? There’s nothing wrong with getting turned on by your girlfriend.”

Bakugou inhaled. “Don’t rile me up.”

He watched as the corners of your lips upturned into a sly smirk. You leaned in closer, your breath fanning his face as you said, “Or else what?”

Bakugou clenched his jaw. “Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish, baby.”

You surveyed him for a moment, clicking your tongue. “That’ll be up to you… whether or not I finish.”

Bakugou nearly choked on his breath as you smiled triumphantly, closing the gap between you and closing your lips over his. Your arms went around his neck, your tongue in his mouth. He groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as you slowly ground your hips down on his dick which only got harder with every movement you made.

Your hands traveled down, snaking down his chest and his abs and resting on the waistband of his sweats. He hissed and you pulled away. “What’s wrong?”

He felt like he had to restrain himself, that he had to continue to hold himself back around you. “... You sure you want this?”

You looked at him for a moment before laughing. “Stop overthinking things, Kats. If I didn’t want this I wouldn’t be all over you like I am right now.”

Hell, your hands were a hair’s breadth away from ripping his pants off and you were quite literally perched on his lap. 

You ran your hands through his hair, your eyes boring into his. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m fragile. You’re always so… hesitant and careful with me. You didn’t even kiss me ‘til our fifth date.”

Bakugou swallowed before confessing, “It’s ‘cause I’ve never done this before. All my life I’ve been busy wantin’ to be a hero I never gave myself time to go on dates and shit. And with you… I wanna do everythin’ right.”

“And that’s okay but there isn’t a rule book you have to follow,” you said gently, your hand cupping his cheek. Your eyes flitted down to his lips then back up to his eyes again. “Truth is, I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since the first time I saw you.”

Bakugou was taken aback as you continued, “So, unless you don’t want this–”

“‘Course I fuckin’ want this,” Bakugou uttered so fast before pulling you back into a kiss. You smiled against his lips and clung to him once more. 

You gripped the hem of his shirt, your lips breaking from his for only a moment as he tore his shirt off, carelessly tossing it to the floor as your lips found each other once more. He was holding onto you like his life depended on it, his lips hungrily moving against yours.

Sure you’d made out before but this was entirely different. In the past, Bakugou had been too scared to cross the line but he didn’t give a damn about that now. 

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down slightly and Bakugou took them off swiftly. You laid your hand on his boxers, palming his cock through the fabric. 

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, breaking away from your lips. When you dipped your hands into his boxers, your cold fingers wrapping around his length, Bakugou grabbed your wrist. You looked back at him in confusion. “No way in hell I’m lettin’ you make me feel good when I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You grinned, letting out a small giggle as he effortlessly carried you in his arms, walking over to his bedroom and basically tossing you onto his bed. You glanced at him expectantly, sitting up to take your sweater off and Bakugou felt himself salivating. The way your lace bra cupped your breasts coupled with the fact that this was the first time he had seen you in your bra, Bakugou didn’t waste any time to hover himself over you. 

You grabbed his face and pulled him down into another kiss, your lips greedily moving against his. Bakugou reached down and pulled your skirt aside, tossing it to the floor. You moaned into his mouth when he reached up and grabbed your breast, pushing your bra up and releasing your tits. 

God, the sounds you were making were like music to Bakugou’s ears and he wanted to hear more of those sweet sounds erupting from those beautiful, swollen lips of yours as he toyed with one of your nipples. 

When you whimpered, Bakugou whispered, “Fuck, you’re drivin’ me insane.”

“Kats,” you said breathlessly. “Touch me. Please.”

“Nah, baby, touchin’ isn’t enough. I need to taste ya.”

He moved himself so his head was nestled between your thighs. You pulled your bra off, discarding it across his bed. Bakugou kissed your inner thigh, his hands cupping your thighs and pulled your body closer to him. “I’ve been dreamin’ of this fucking moment.”

Bakugou pulled your panties off and nearly moaned at the sight of your glistening pussy. All of that arousal, wet and tantalizing, was because of him. He didn’t waste a moment to bury his face into your pussy. 

You gasped as Bakugou’s lip latched on your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. Your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging with every movement of his lips and his tongue and he moaned into you with every tug. Fuck, you tasted even better than he’d imagined. 

“Holy shit,” you breathed out, your body subconsciously squirming with every suck and lick of Bakugou’s mouth. Bakugou’s hands dug into your thighs and his tongue lapped up every drop that gushed out of you.

He pulled away from between your legs, a whimper escaping your lips from the lack of contact, only to choke on your gasp as he plunged a finger into you.

“Kats,” you moaned as he hovered over you once again. His lips were glistening with your arousal and he added another finger as they moved inside your pussy, hitting against that sweet spot that made your legs shake. 

“Taste so good, baby,” Bakugou mumbled, planting kisses on your neck and sucking on the skin. 

“I-I can’t– I’m gonna–” You choked out.

“I know,” Bakugou whispered, resting his forehead against yours as his fingers quickened in speed. “Let it out, I got you.”

You bit your lip as you came on his fingers, your thighs tightening around his wrist as your climax reached its peak. By the end of it you were gasping for air and Bakugou was grinning, taking in your expression and the sounds you were making. Knowing he was the one who had you like this, left you a whimpering, moaning mess, made his dick harder than it was before, if that was even possible. 

“For a man who’s never done this before… you’re so good at this,” you said in between gasps and Bakugou smirked smugly. 

He leaned down and kissed you, making sure you could taste yourself on his lips. He wanted you to know how sweet you tasted. Bakugou pulled his fingers out of you and he sucked in his breath when he felt you reach down, your fingers dipping into his boxers and holding his cock in your hand. You stroked him a few times and Bakugou was convinced he was going to come right then and there.

You looked into his eyes as you said, “Fuck me, Katsuki.”

And god, did Bakugou want to fuck you so hard his bed frame snapped, but instead he said, “I-I don’t have any condoms.”

“I’m on the pill,” you responded quickly and Bakugou hesitated. And you could tell he was processing everything, processing his options but you grew annoyed, “Hurry up and fuck me before I leave.”

Bakugou laughed. Who knew you’d be so abrasive when you were horny? “Yes, ma’am.”

Any nerves Bakugou had before had dissipated completely. All he could think about was how he’d thought of this moment since your first date.

He lined his cock up with your entrance and right when his tip entered you, he cursed under his breath. Your hands clung to his back as he slowly sunk his cock in you, your pussy adjusting to his size. 

“Fucking shit,” Bakugou uttered, his hands gripping his pillows beneath your head. He was breathless, his heart hammering in his chest. He looked down at you, your eyes tearing up and your forehead glistening with a sheen of sweat. “You okay?”

You nodded. “M-Move, Kats.”

Bakugou swallowed as he pulled his hips back and snapped them into you. You gasped as his cock slowly went in and out of you. Nothing had ever felt as good as his cock in your pussy in that moment.

Bakugou’s pace quickened as his bed began to rock with every one of his movements. “Feels so good,” you cried out, your nails digging into his back. 

Bakugou nestled his head into the crook of your neck, the sound of his cock slamming back into your pussy, skin against skin, echoed in the room coupled up with his grunts and your moans.

“Fucking shit, I’m gonna come,” Bakugou grunted into your neck.

Your hands found his face as you pulled him away from you. You looked right into his eyes and Bakugou felt his dick twitch just looking at you. He didn’t waste any time as he kissed you sloppily and you cried against his lips when his fingers reached down and rubbed your clit in between the movement of his hips. 

Your legs tightened from around his waist. “Kats–” Your words got stuck in your throat as your thighs clamped around him and you climaxed. Bakugou felt himself reaching the same peak, and with a few more rocks of his hips, he slammed himself deep into you and came so hard he tore his pillowcases from how tightly he was gripping them.

For a moment you both took a moment to catch your breaths, the sound of your pants filling the room. Bakugou felt his come leak out of you as he pulled out as you let out a small whimper and then he collapsed beside you. 

You scooted your body closer to him, and he laid his arm out for you to rest your head on, clinging to his chest. He kissed your head. “You okay?”

You glanced at him and smiled. “Yeah. You did so well, Kats.”

Bakugou laughed. “You don’t have to praise me like I’m one of your students.”

You swatted his chest and nestled against his shoulder, your fingers tracing the scars on his chest. You looked up at him as he stared at the ceiling, coming down from his high. “What’re you thinking about?”

Bakugou paused for a moment. There were so many thoughts racing through his mind, so many emotions coursing through him. He didn’t even take a moment to think before he said, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You looked at him before bursting out into laughter. “You ‘think?’”

“Fuck, that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s okay, Kats,” you said with a chuckle. You brought a hand up and caressed his cheek. “I think I’m in love with you, too.”

“You’re never gonna let this go, huh?”

“Absolutely not,” you said with a slight shake of your head, a smile dancing on your lips. “I knew the minute you asked me out I’d be falling face first in love with you.”

Bakugou smiled, holding you tightly against him. Never in a million years would he have seen himself falling in love so easily with someone with only two months of being in a relationship with them; and yet it was so easy when it was you he was in love with. “Yeah, me too. ‘Specially when I saw you with those kids.”

“Mm,” you hummed in response, clinging to him just as you had on the couch. 

“You still cold?” Bakugou asked, rubbing his hands along your hips in an attempt to create some friction to warm you up.

“Nope.” You looked up at him with amusement in your eyes. “I’m pretty warm now.”

[simplybakugou]

could we have a chapter showcasing how bakugo and the reader met? (second time around) :3

⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff; swearing ⋆ WORD COUNT: 3.3K

A/N:  i drafted this in my family law class with my brightness all the way down lol i loved writing this and i love writing in bakugou’s pov hehe AND i’m loving writing these mini fics/extra fics for sta 

Second Time Around Masterlist

The night had just begun but Bakugou was already over it. Every month his little group of friends consisting of Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, and Mina, would come together ever since they graduated from U.A. to catch up with each other since they were all so busy being pro heroes.

That particular night, the group, excluding Bakugou, was excited after Mina had told them about a new friend that she made. Bakugou assumed it was another pro hero or a sidekick or something so when she said this mystery friend wasn’t a hero, Bakugou immediately lost interest. Then his interest peaked when Mina explained how she met this friend.

Mina was on patrol when she heard a crowd talk about a man stealing a purse from an old woman. When Mina arrived at the scene, she found her new friend who had knocked the thief out with her metal water bottle after he ran into her and startled her. Mina told her friends that she laughed for so long at how comical the situation was and immediately knew she had to befriend the woman.

Bakugou wouldn’t admit it but he was slightly impressed. How a person could knock a man out without even using a quirk and with just a water bottle was absurd to him. Ever since that day, Mina blew up their group chat to tell everyone about her new friend. She had started hanging out regularly with this friend and the other boys were also excited to meet her, especially Kaminari. Although Bakugou was slightly impressed with this mystery friend, he didn’t care to meet her; he was busy as is.

But against his will, since he’d never admit that he enjoyed spending time with his friends, Bakugou was dragged to another dinner and there he sat with Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari as they waited for Mina to show up.

“I hope this new friend’s cute,” Kaminari said, leaning back in his seat. 

“What was her name again?” Sero asked.

“I think Mina said it was ‘Y/N,’” Kirishima said, taking a sip from his water. 

“Damn Raccoon Eyes is late again,” Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. “It’s gettin’ late.”

“Dude, it’s not even nine yet,” Kaminari quipped.

Sero shrugged. “He’s only saying that ‘cause Grandpa needs to get to bed soon.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou snapped, only making Sero and Kaminari snicker. 

Kirishima looked towards the entrance and waved, breaking out into a grin. The rest of the guys turned around and looked to where Kirishima was waving. Bakugou saw Mina walk in with the biggest smile on her face, looping arms with a woman he’d never seen before.

But the minute Bakugou laid his eyes on you, he knew one thing: you had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. Bakugou felt his breath hitch in his throat and the minute he realized how he was feeling he immediately felt irritated. 

“Sorry, for the wait boys! The buses were delayed,” Mina said, pulling you closer to her. “This is my friend Y/N! Y/N, these are the stupid boys I’m friends with that I’ve told you all about.”

You let out a small laugh and Bakugou watched you with careful eyes. Mina urged you to sit down as she sat at one of the two open seats at the table beside Kirishima. The only other open seat was right across from Bakugou… great.

Right when you sat down, Kaminari started asking you a plethora of questions, starting with, “So what do you do, Y/N?”

“I’m currently a teacher’s assistant,” you explained, setting your purse down. “I’m planning on working full time once my training’s done.”

“Like hero course teaching?” Sero asked

You shook your head. “Oh, no. I don’t know anything about hero work, I teach young children.”

“That’s sweet!” Kirishima exclaimed. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You know a little bit about hero work after you saved that woman,” Mina teased and you chuckled.

Bakugou started tuning everyone out once Kaminari brought up ordering food for the table. He was already exhausted and all he could think about was going home. Periodically his gaze would shift over to you and without knowing much about you, he could tell you were kind… and it bothered him how kind you were, or more specifically how he felt as he watched you smile. Why was his heart beating faster just from hearing you laugh?

“You’re Bakugou, right?” You asked, your question snapping him back to reality. 

Bakugou blinked at you. “What?”

You let out a small laugh. “Everyone else introduced themselves. Denki, Hanta, Eijirou… and you’re Bakugou?”

“Yeah,” he said curtly. 

“Aw, come on, Kacchan. Don’t introduce yourself like that!” Kaminari teased, making Bakugou roll his eyes. Kaminari turned to you. “You don’t have to call him ‘Bakugou,’ it’s too formal. We call him Kats–”

Before Kaminari could finish his sentence, a waiter holding a heavy tray of food for the table adjacent to you tripped and almost fell, causing the tray to topple over from their hands. Right when you were convinced you were going to be covered in different sauces and noodles, Bakugou was quick to reach out and grab the tray before it fell all over you.

You flinched, eyes wide and astonished he had kept the damage so minimal except for a few splashes of gravy on the table. But you were spotless, not a drop on you.

The waiter apologized profusely as he took the tray from Bakugou who sat back in his chair. His friends began to praise him, Kaminari swinging an arm around him as he kept calling him ‘Kacchan’ to irritate him, which he was successful in doing.

You opened your mouth to say something but got interrupted by Bakugou’s phone ringing. It was the agency he worked at. 

“Aw, come on, man, you can’t take a work call now!” Kirishima complained as Bakugou grabbed his phone and stood to his feet.

“Too bad. I’ll be back,” Bakugou said curtly and he felt you watch him as he walked outside. He shivered under your gaze and retreated outside, answering the call as he sat at one of the small outdoor tables in the seating area. Other families and friends were enjoying dinner due to the nice weather and it felt nice to get some fresh air, especially when he felt overwhelmed inside with everyone.

“Whaddya want?” Bakugou said into his phone.

“Dynamight? Oh, sorry, sir, I meant to call somebody else. False alarm!” Bakugou heard his new, aggravating and hyper sidekick chirp into the phone.

Bakugou clenched his teeth. Why the hell was this bastard wasting his time? “Don’t bother me with stupid shit again.” He hung up, tossing his phone to the table and let out a sigh. This day was so weird. People were acting dumb as usual and there was definitely something wrong with him. Why was he looking at you with his heart hammering in his chest? The hell did you do to him to get him acting like that?

Bakugou was so irritated and lost in his thoughts he didn’t even hear the door open as you approached him. “Why’re you sitting here all alone?” You questioned.

Bakugou looked up at you and froze for a moment, clearing his throat before saying, “Dunno. Had to answer a stupid ass call and it’s hot as fuck in there.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, it is. Is it okay if I sit with you?” Bakugou nodded slowly, cautiously watching as you sat down beside him. 

“I was so nervous to meet you all,” you confessed. “Mina talks about you guys all the time so I felt like I had to make a good first impression.”

“She talks about us?” You answered with a nod. “What shit did she tell you about me?”

“Well… she said you’re short-tempered and incredibly stubborn…” Bakugou rolled his eyes at that. Of course Mina told you that. “But she also said you’re the most observant friend she knows and that you look out for everyone. That you care the most even if you won’t admit it.”

Bakugou felt his ears get warm and he was sure he was blushing, cursing himself mentally. “Well, she fuckin’ stupid and wrong,” Bakugou grumbled, making you laugh.

“Also, I wanted to thank you… for saving me in there,” you said with a smile. “I probably would’ve been covered in food if it weren’t for you. And you moved so fast!”

“Yeah, I… have fast reflexes. From bein’ a hero,” Bakugou stated matter-of-factly. 

“And I see that,” you responded. 

Just as you were going to say something else, a shrill voice called out, “Miss (L/N)!”

You and Bakugou looked over and saw a little girl waving excitedly at you. Your face broke out into a grin as you stood up and crouched down in front of the child. “Hi, Mizuki!”

Mizuki ran up to you and hugged you to the best her little body could do. Assumingly Mizuki’s mother approached behind Mizuki. “Sorry, she saw you from where we were sitting and had to say hi.”

“Oh, don’t apologize. I love seeing my students,” you said with a wave of your hand. 

Mizuki looked past you and gasped, pointing at Bakugou. “You’re Mr. Dynamight!”

“Yeah, I am, kid,” Bakugou said plainly. 

Mizuki squealed. “Can I take a photo with you, Mister?” 

Bakugou chuckled. He had gotten used to children and fans approaching him, even if it annoyed him at first. “Sure.”

Bakugou went to get up to crouch beside the child but Mizuki raised her arms up for Bakugou to hold her. He let out a breathless laugh and picked her up, placing her on his lap. 

You stood up beside Mizuki’s mother as she took the photo, Mizuki giving a toothy grin to the camera. When the photo was taken, Mizuki piped up, “Miss (L/N)! You take a photo with us!”

“Me?” You asked flabbergasted. Mizuki nodded and patted the chair beside Bakugou loudly. Bakugou held back a laugh.

“Okay, okay,” you said with a chuckle at Mizuki’s enthusiasm, sitting down in the chair. You leaned toward Bakugou and your shoulder brushed him.

“Aw, you guys look like a little family,” Mizuki’s mother teased as she took the picture. You responded with a small laugh and Bakugou felt his face burn up.

Eventually Mizuki and her mother went back to their meal, Mizuki aggressively waving at both you and Bakugou as they walked away. 

“Kids like you,” Bakugou commented.

You shrugged. “I like working with them which is why I teach such young children so I guess they do like me.”

You checked your watch and let out a small sigh. “It’s getting late… and I have a staff meeting tomorrow. I’m going to say goodbye to everyone and head out,” you announced before getting up and going back inside. Bakugou could hear Mina and Kaminari in particular protesting your leaving and he could also hear your laughter from outside. How were you so smiley and bright? It was… odd to Bakugou.

You emerged and returned back from inside the restaurant, your cell phone in hand. “You drivin’ home?” Bakugou asked you.

You shook your head. “No, I was just planning on taking the bus.”

Bakugou hesitated for a moment. “I can drop you off… if you want.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you but I don’t want to keep you from your friends,” you insisted.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I’ve been lookin’ for a reason to get outta here.”

Before you could say anything else, Bakugou stood to his feet and started walking towards his car.

The drive to your apartment was silent, but not in an uncomfortable way. Rock music played on Bakugou’s stereo softly in the background and you just looked out the window as he drove. Kaminari was blowing up his phone, mainly complaining about watching you and Bakugou walk to his car together. He and the rest of his friends were very interested to know what came over Bakugou to offer you a ride home. But Bakugou ignored them and left them all on read. 

Bakugou gripped his steering wheel harder than he usually did. Your perfume, floral and citrusy, filled his car and Bakugou felt drunk on the smell.

What the hell were you doing to him?

Bakugou parked on the side of the street in front of your apartment building. You opened the door, grabbed your purse and keys, and closed the door. Bakugou had the windows down and you peered down as you said, “Thank you for the ride… Kats?”

Bakugou choked on his breath. “What’d you call me?”

You blinked. “Isn’t that your name? Your first name? That’s what Denki said to call you.”

Bakugou scowled. “That idiot didn’t get to say my full name. It’s Katsuki.”

You laughed. “That makes more sense.” You smiled at him, tapping your fingers on the side of the door. “But I think ‘Kats’ is cuter.”

Bakugou froze, his grip on his wheel loosening and tightening once again. “Have a good night. Get home safe,” you said with a wave. Bakugou gave you a nod and watched as you walked up the steps and into the apartment building.

As Bakugou drove back home, his body and his face felt… warm. You had a peculiar effect on him, one he wasn’t used to and definitely didn’t understand. And as much as he tried to convince himself the effect you had on him was simply you getting under his skin, he couldn’t fight back the smile on his face as he drove.

Another exhausting day of patrolling finally ended. Bakugou knew he was pushing his limits, his ambition of climbing the ranks becoming stronger by the day like a flame that refused to go out. But he couldn’t help it; he dreamed of being number one his whole life. And he sure as hell wasn’t stopping now. 

When he entered his agency to end his day signing and filling out reports, he was shocked to see you standing in front of the receptionist desk. You looked just as beautiful as when he first saw you, but you looked more professional in your blouse, skirt, and heeled boots. Then his eyes traveled down to the little boy standing beside you, holding your hand and staring up at you expectantly. 

Baakugou stopped mid-step. He knew you taught young children but this boy looked eerily similar to you. Bakugou hadn’t asked you or Mina your age but you appeared to be the same age as him. Could this boy be your son? A son you had very young?

That was why, with these thoughts in his head, Bakugou approached the desk and said, “I didn’t know you had a kid.” 

You glanced over to him, surprised to see him standing beside you. Then you took in his figure, his hero costume clearly indicating that he was working and he was employed at the agency. “What? Oh, no, this is Ryo, one of my students.”

Bakugou wouldn’t admit it to himself or anyone else but he was relieved that Ryo wasn’t your kid. 

“Ryo’s mother didn’t show up for pick up and this was the closest agency to the school and it was closer than the police station,” you further explained.

Ryo sniffled, gripping your hand tighter as he rubbed his eyes with his other hand. You leaned in, your voice hushed as you said, “I didn’t want to leave him here without anyone he knew so I figured I’d stay until his mom shows up.”

Bakugou blushed at how close you were to him and cleared his throat. “You can stay in my office.”

You smiled and thanked him and Bakugou walked towards his office. He heard you explain to Ryo that “Pro Hero Dynamight” was going to let you both stay in his office and Bakugou bit back a grin when he heard Ryo let out a gasp. 

And so there Bakugou was, sitting at his desk with half of his hero suit on, filling out paperwork… or at least he tried to fill out his paperwork. His gaze and attention kept flitting over to where you and Ryo sat on the small couch in his office. You were helping Ryo with his homework for the night, helping him sound out different colors. God, were you patient. With the way the kid struggled, Bakugou knew he’d lose his patience and simply walk away. It was a gift how good you were with children. 

A knock sounded at the door and one of the receptionists let in a woman Bakugou didn’t recognize. He watched as Ryo jumped off the couch and ran towards the woman, who was clearly his mother. Ryo’s mother repeatedly apologized to you, explaining that there was a mix-up with her ex-husband on who was supposed to pick Ryo up and Bakugou continued to observe as you smiled and shook your head, reassuring her continuously. Ryo’s mother thanked Bakugou as well. 

“Bye Miss (L/N)! Bye Mr. Dynamight!” Ryo said with a toothy smile before exiting.

You waved and said your goodbyes, letting out a big sigh once they left. “Seems like a tirin’ ass job,” Bakugou commented, handing your bag to you that you had dropped by his desk. 

“Yes, it is. Very,” you said with a small laugh. “But I love my kids.”

You looked over to his desk, taking in the piles of paperwork. “Sorry for taking up your space when you’re so busy.”

Bakugou shrugged. “It’s fine. Just paperwork.”

“Well, I didn’t intend on staying so late so I should get home,” you said, glancing at your phone. “I have a ton of emails to go through so I should head out.”

You turned around, walking towards the door, telling Bakugou, “Thank you again for your help.”

Bakugou simply nodded, watching as you opened the door. He didn’t know what came over him as he blurted out, “You seein’ anybody?”

You froze, turning around to face him. “What?”

“You seein’ anybody?” Bakugou repeated.

You blinked and shook your head. “No… No, I’m not. I am very, very single.”

“Good. I’m takin’ you out this weekend.”

The ends of your lips curled upward. “Is that so?” You chuckled. “Okay, Dynamight. I’ll tell Mina to send you my phone number… and I’ll be looking forward to it.”

He watched as you left, sticking your head out and giving him a little wave as you said, “See you later, Kats.”

That damn nickname. He wanted to be annoyed with you so bad. The way his heart pounded seeing you and the way his palms would sweat every time he heard you say his name… this had to be an illness.

Clearly this was a test, a test to see how strong he truly could be. Bakugou nodded to himself. These feelings were, of course, temporary, he thought to himself. He didn’t have time to be in love or do the stupid shit Kaminari did like go on dates every week, not when his goal was so ambitious. 

So all he had to do was go out with you and finally put these feelings to rest. Sure you were absolutely stunning and clearly the kindest person he’d ever seen, one who cares about children way more than the average person… but that didn’t mean anything.

These feelings were temporary and once Bakugou went out with you everything would be fine. He could take you to a place he absolutely hates, like an amusement park, that way he’d have no choice but to have an awful time and then these feelings would die. Yes, of course. 

Just one night, that’s all Bakugou had to survive. Then you’d be wiped from his mind.

At least that’s what Bakugou convinced himself to think. How hard could it be?

[evfers]

࣪ ִֶָ†. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒. ࣪ ִֶָ†.

mdni

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: clit pumping, fetishization, mean sugu :(, condescension.

You’re obsessed with the way Suguru eats your clit.

But it’s even better when it’s sensitive and pumped. Maybe even better when he takes it too far and ends up elongating it that it’s so noticeable you can’t ignore it. Of course he stares at it, he looks and he observes. It’s inches taller and strongly twitches from the air. You can’t begin to have a coherent thought or any semblance of it because of his stare alone. You’re too embarrassed to look at it as well, but when you do let him do this every now and then you never really can look at it—your clit. Suguru would be lying if he said he didn’t like teasing you because he was damn sure going to—one way or another—let you know that this does make your clit look drastically different.

It’s obvious and you both know what he means when he’s teasing. You don’t want to say it. It’s so cute when you get all embarrassed about it because he knows he’s scrambling your mind and you’re over-thinking. You’ve always been shy when he exposes your clit to him but when it’s fat and so big he can’t help himself but tease you, even just a little. When your clit is normal it’s under the hood but when it’s like this—it’s painfully exposed. Under his eyes, he’s seeing right through you. You hate it when he stares for too long. If you try to cover it he smacks your hands away and keeps your thighs spread apart just so he can stare even more.

It almost sickens you.

He opens your pussy and sticks his fingers in your hole, a wet sound following after. Gathering your cum and his saliva that was covering your lengthened organ. Red, shiny and throbbing hard every-time he sucks it into his lips. He rubs on it, covering his black nails in your mixed fluids then fucking your pussy with his fingers and making you cum. Just to take his fingers out when you’re crying and shaking to suck the cum off of them then spitting it all back onto your augmented clit. Velvety puffed up walls pulsing erratically. You want nothing more than to make him just choke on it. It’s four inches longer now but that’s still big enough. He can’t overstimulate your clit like normal, now he has to treat it like a dick.

He strokes your clit in his fist softly, its smothering your senses into overdrive. “This is the biggest it’s ever been, I wonder how much cum you can produce like this.” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He just starts going faster and grips it hard making you squeak out a cry. “Sug-!” You moan and swing your head back into your pillows. “Hmmm..” he stares up at you from between your legs. He rubs the very tip of your clit with his thumb and that makes you gasp then start crying. His thumb lightly rubbing against it in tight circles. Now you know what’s it’s like to do it to him. Because when you stroke him like this he loses it, but it’s not so fun when you’re the target of stimulation. “Don’t run, you wanted this.” You break down sobbing and grip at whatever your trembling body can grasp onto. “Such a depraved thing.” This time he’s not referring to the act itself, he’s referring to you and the act.

You can’t defend yourself nor do you have the mental capacity too. You want to tell him to shut up, you want to do something about it, you want to say something. Anything. But you can’t. Your body is overloaded with his constant persistent touch. Can’t do anything about it, so just lay there and take it. Shake and take it. Cry and take it. Weep and take it. Thrash and take it. “Crybaby going dumb, aren’t you?” You take in a sharp breath and sob. “Nnh!” You whine. He hums like he’s listening to a patient.

“Yeah? Nnh?”

“Nnh!”

“Nnh?”

“FUCK YOU!!”

“I’m trying baby..” he pouts.

He moves his thumb faster over your clit and you scream. “Whining like a bitch, that’s all you are, aren’t you?” You whimper and cry, almost like a response because your body can’t keep up, the only thing your body can do is make pleasure through the sounds of your voice. It’s self soothing itself from the overbearing pleasure. “Eeehhh!!” Fat tears falling down your ruined face. “Eeehhh??” He hums again gripping on your clit harder as it throbs. “Can’t hear ya.” “EEEHHH!!” You sob out harder to him. “Come on Baby, you can do better than that..” you start screaming as the pleasure starts unwinding the knot. “AAAAAHHHH!!” You squirt and cream on his face but he rubs you through and through. Repeating. “Ooooh I know, I know, I know.”

“I know baby, I know. So much stimulation for that poor dumb brain..” he pretends to be sad and looks you in the eyes and pouts. And you were losing it. Losing your fucking mind. Your body is sweating and shaking all over as you sob. You can’t do anything about it once again. He keeps going. “Poor thing, ohhhh…” your cum gushing more and more from your fluttering hole. Until your shaking is completely over. You breathe hard as you come back down to earth and calm down. He lets go over your clit and licks your fluids off his hand, sucking and licking it clean. He crawls to you and holds your shivering body close, petting your hair. He kisses your head.

“Sweet dreams, my angel.”

You nod tiredly and fall asleep breathing in his scent.

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ꉂ (′̤ॢ∀ ू‵̤๑))ˉ̞̭♡ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @cuntphoric-main @zukobendsme @cuntphoric @nonamedreams @lilithkleia @levisfatjuicycock @sapph22 @manonism @insanjity @stqrgumi @lemonzie @angelicwhispersofsin @sugusplaything @dearkuna @izuruverse @serpenttine @daflex @animewhoreswrld @yoonsucks

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[tonycries]

JUNO

Synopsis. Yes, it’s his first time getting hit with bábyfever. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out aIive.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, BRÉEDING K!NKS, marathons, p talking, creampíes, matíng presses, mentions of kids, REALLY pússydrúnk JJK men, proposals, ínnapropríate use of powers, cúmming dry, headIocks, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s second mouth, spítting, exhíbitíonism (Geto), oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Went off the RAILS for this one, whoops-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Santa, baby.

It hits Toji slowly…and then all at once. 

And before you know it - before even he knows it - his vicious hips come stuttering to a fullstop. Scarred maw slacking open- gaping with a steep gasp. Toji’s angrily swollen length suddenly swabs another thick wad of creamy pre dripping down your insides. 

He feels feverish.

“T-Toji–” your disappointed whine comes out cracked - pathetic, because the sheer stretch is enough to make your lips spill with drool. Sliding Toji’s shaggy black bangs away from his prespired forehead, you’re peering up into those heavily-lidded green eyes of his, breath hitching at the glint of something different. Dark. “Are- are you hah- okay, baby?”

And Toji only jolts. 

He only lets his hips gush forwards with an emanating squelch ripped from your puffy folds. Like he didn’t even realize - was out of control. 

“Doll…” Toji’s voice is ragged. Ruined. Swirling up a few heavy digits down your teary slit, “Have you ngh- picked out yer Christmas gift f’me?”

You blink, “N-no, but-” 

“Then how about a baby?”

A baby?

Your mouth lathers in another bout of saliva at the way that your boyfriend seemed so hypnotized by the very notion. Lips puckering up with a slight tremble in your tone as you echo, “You want a-a baby-”

“Shit-” Toji hisses, calloused mountains of his palms bullying your thighs further and further open. Lightning bolts of his veins track down his thick neck when you’re being so rudely punished with a sodden thwack! against your cunt. “D-don’t say it with your pretty mouth ‘nless ya want me to f-fill this sweet pussy early.”

Toji Fushiguro…claiming he was going to cum early? 

You’re squirming your hips down his taut shaft in a way that gets you locked with five thick fingers wrapped around your throat - holding you in place. 

“What did I fuckin’- say-” 

“I want it-” Your nails carve red, red lines down his toned back. “-wan’ it all ah- inside me-”

Inside - oh, inside inside inside- God, you didn’t know what you did to him. Did you?

“Gonna be the d-death of me- swear-” Drawling out a low grunt at the clench of his cum-filled balls, he’s hunching over to pin you under his full, hulking weight and spit. Straight into your mouth- glissading one fat thumb through your lips and across your sopping wet tastebuds. “When I hngh- remember what that lil’ gremlin called you today I…” Toji gulps - thick and heavy. “You’d make the p-perfect pretty momma f’me, my wife.”

Wife? 

You felt dizzy. You’d mentioned wanting to start a family with Toji before - conversations that had him huffing and veering his face away, ears always stained a deep rouge. 

But this? What did Megumi even call you that had him- oh.

Oh. 

He’d called you momma. 

“Heh, ya remember now.”

That’s what had Toji’s head tumbling back as he’s barrelling you overstuffed all over again. Animalistic. Your jaw falls open stupidly when his rigorous inches pump in and out your goopy depths like Toji had no time to waste. 

No rationality when his gorging biceps lunge underneath your legs and pin them around his straining neck. Cushioned by Toji’s sweat-sheened deltoids, he’s dragging out a panting, “Lock them.”

But shit- “I-I don’t know if I can-” you’re whining. Every brushing French kiss of his rounded fat tip against that spot rendering your poor legs more and more useless with each sloppy second. Bolts of heat and electricity being spawned down your spine after every smooch of his divot. 

“Tch.”

And now, usually your boyfriend would have mocked those rippling mewls out of you until you’re begging him for mercy, usually he would have planted pound after teasing pound just shy of your g-spot to have you listening to his pussydrunken words yourself.

But instead, he’s keeping your ankles pinned with one hand in a vice-like restraint, your cunt glossing out another drenched ring of slick at the way his massive biceps flex. 

“M-making it sooo hard, f’me- aren’t ya, ma?” Toji giggles - giggles through clenched teeth when his sweat-sodden forehead bumps into yours. “S’alright s’alright- how do ya feel about ngh- makin’ Megs a big brother? Giving him a lil’ s-sister and a lil’ brother?” Manhandling you to be folded like lawnchair in the meanest mating press beneath him. You swear you spy a translucent trail of drool that tugs down the corner of his curled lips. “Gonna k-keep our hngh- kids all in line like this, too?”

And those words were meant to fluster you - they really were. 

But Toji’s finding himself shutter his dark lashes half-closed, thumping tip colliding into your cervix. So hard it was like he was ready to brand a permanent circumference into the very bottom of your melty cunt. 

Sloppy - he’s so sloppy. One set of knuckles wrapping around your precious throat to haul you back into every single one of his smacking thrusts. You’ve never felt more filthy-

“Oh shit- oh shit-” he’s spitting out into your lecherously opened mouth, condensed saliva warming you from the inside out. The bed creaks in a staccato when Toji’s muscled body collapses onto his elbows, caging you. Not anymore - he couldn’t do it anymore. It was building up and up and Toji was losing his damn mind. “I didn’t even th-think I wanted any more but- but oh– just had to trigger m’fuckin’ babyfever, huh? N’ not jus’ for one- for two more damn brats.” 

Two of his round-tipped fingers twirl around your plump clit and give her a teasing pinch. “A s-son with ngh- your eyes. N’ a daughter with mine.” The other hand nudges away the hair from your face. “-you’d just make the ngh- prettiest momma-”

“Y-you’re such a-” you mewl out, finger clutching for whatever expanse of the silken sheets that you can grasp onto. “-a softie, Toji–”

“A what?” he’s seething, heavy-handed palm gliding down your tummy and against the bruising nudge of where your melty walls were sucking the ever-loving soul out of him. “Repeat that.” And as soon as your stupidly cockdrunken mouth falls open to heed his word, he’s pressing down. Hard. Swirling a ruthless thumb over the rotund curve of his puffy cockhead. And that makes you choke- “Heh, th-tha’s what I thought.”

It’s like he was fucking you both dumb, weeping out a velveteen gush of milky precum every time your walls molded around him. Every time your pretty pussy was asking for something delicious from the very ends of his ruddy tip.

And fuck was it ever when he finally does. 

So much - too much sobbing out from the ends of his furious cock. Toji’s hiking up one muscular thigh flat onto the plush mattress to absolutely flood you with drenching splatters of seed that slobber all down every hidden ridge and orifice of your snug cunt. 

You felt like your walls were being inflated with every vicious load he fucked deeper and deeper. Torn between too much and more more more-

“Hey-” You’re flinching as your dominant hand gets trapped under something heavy - pinned to the sheets by Toji’s foot. And only then do you register it’s slow dance down to your clit. “N-no playin’ with this pretty pussy u-until-” Plugging into you even deeper to trap every pearly bead of seed, your puffy pussy lips burn with the stretch of his hefty base, the scratch of his dark happy trail. “-until we’re sure m’gettin’ my lovely Christmas gifts, ma.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Dad(dy) material

“M’gonna take haaah- care of you, my love.” Nanami’s rich baritone reverberates in your cottony-filled ears and over those saturatedly popping squelches from your drooling cunt down below. “M’gonna- take- such good c-care of you…and our daughter.”

And it’s not just that sternly filthy mouth of his babbling away drunkenly at your cunt, it’s not even a promise. It was a vow and your husband was well and fully intent on worshipping your pretty puckered pussy. 

Planting kiss after smooching kiss that made you whine. 

It made you buck your hips into a curvaceous arch off the silky sheets of the king-sized bed, painting a sodden drag down Nanami’s handsome features. Deeper. Harder. His button nose nudges up against your sensitive clit. “P-please, jus’ want you ngh- inside me again, Kento–”

Shit- Nanami’s huling body wrecks with shivers. Why would you say that? 

You could see the way that made his ruby red tip weep out a few glossy sputters of pre, staining down the side of his muscular thighs. Forming such a glinting sheen that makes your mouth water just as much as his. 

A slow, syrupy trail of his cum and your sweet, sweet juices dawdle down to his chin, you catch the way that the edges of his plump lips curve ever-so-slightly into a thoroughly pussydrunken grin. Nanami looming his heated mouth even closer to breathe you in-

“I told you, darlin’-” He sounds so sloppy now. Sensible glasses drooping down his nose, splashed with a few translucent stains. Words stumbling over one another and slurring when his tongue laps up a few pearly beads of seed from just before. He rolls his rugged tastebuds over your clit, “-hafta ah- clean up the mother of m’kids before I…before I- oh-”

And he couldn’t bear it - couldn’t finish that sentence. Couldn’t even glimpse down as another sloshing dredge of cum sobs its way from between your swollen pussy folds.

God, you’d driven him absolutely wild the very second your nervous self had confessed to him that you wanted kids. A mini you. And Nanami didn’t even bother taking off his work clothes, didn’t even bother carrying you to the bedroom as he usually would - taking you once on the kitchen floor. Twice in the hallway. And now-

You’re cumming. Verging over your peak and tangling your trembly digits through Nanami’s blond strands. Hips oscillating upwards in damp little gyrations over and over-

He’s lapping the remnants of cum onto his tongue, you’re watching with a strainedly hitched gasp as Nanami’s opening his mouth widely agape for you to watch the creamy mess pool on his tongue and slide down his throat. Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing in time with your own throat. 

He’d never acted like this before - hit with saturated, sloppy babyfever.

Fuck- you were so ruined. 

And so was he when he’s making you wait a few terse seconds, eyeing your drizzling cunt. Before gifting you with a low hum of satisfaction and a final squelching smooch against your peeking clit. “On all fours f’me, my love.”

Shit, it was like heaven.

Bumping into your pussy lips with his rosy head in a shy little peck. Once. Twice. You’re being slathered in such a thick shower of his wispy precum, Nanami’s head falling back with a heaving groan at the very idea of fucking a baby into you. 

“A-are you ready?” he’s gulping, more to himself than you. “Gonna…” Can’t even bear to say it. “-gonna fill you u-up. Oh- m’gonna…fuck a baby into ya.”

Just those words make him feel feverish. He doesn’t- can’t think anymore since being hit with the thought of you and a tiny lil’ girl with your smile and his eyes. 

And the very moment you nod - the very moment your head jerks even the slightest centimeter in compliance - you’re being stuffed overly full of his solid inches. No matter how many times your greedy pussy had gulped down his size, Nanami was staggering. 

All of his swollen, engorged inches massage hidden sweet spots you didn’t even know existed in your gummy walls. He’s spearing open your very depths with a barraging ram, not a single ounce inside left untouched. 

“S’that- s’that alright-” he’s gasping from behind into your ear. Hips moving before his mind, you’re being flooded full over and over in a heady back and forth of his pounds. “-tell me–”

And you’re nodding and nodding in a way you’re not even sure that Nanami catches with just how glazed his half-lidded eyes were. “S-so good- fuck- there- need it inside, okay, Ken?”

Oh.

THUMP! 

Before you know it, Nanami’s entire body is collapsing their fatigued muscles on top of yours. His glissading abs melting into your back, hefty weight pinning you to the mattress. You’re flinching at the feeling of two sharp canines punching neat indents into your tender neck, a low moan curdling at the back of Nanami’s throat. Raw and ruined, like he was trying to hold it back. “A baby- fuck! Ya really want a baby– gonna be the best mama, aren’t ya?”

But still not stopping - never even faltering. 

“Shh- I got ya, beautiful-” He’s kissing down a few flecks of sweat that dribble their way down your forehead, rough hands attaching themselves to your hips. “Sorry m’so- so ungentlemanly right now, darlin’. I’ll make it up to ya, but-” 

And you’re being overwhelmed by just how much power Nanami packs into each pound. Every clammy swipe down your bruised and battered g-spot. “-but you’re gonna sit all p-pretty and ngh- take it- right? Gonna milk me for every single drop, my wife- ngh- no wastin’ now.”

Can’t waste - couldn’t waste it. 

“D-do you think s’gonna fit?” your mouth babbles without you registering, eyeing down the chalky lamination of cum that coats Nanami’s heavy, thwacking! balls. The sheer volume making your head spin. 

And your husband was always the absolute sweetest, finally crashing his glossed lips onto yours with a shot hum. He’s shutting up every one of your nonsensical sentences - because what his wife wants, his wife gets. And if you want a baby…well…

“O-of course s’gonna fit, darlin’- I’ll make sure of it.” His minty breath fans your heated face when Nanami sinks into your pouty lower lip and tugs. Head nuzzling drunkenly into yours like he was magnetized to you, the squeeze of your cunt so good that he just couldn’t even bear the thought of parting even a single inch. “Took care of it hah- before, didn’t I? And I think- I- I think-”

Urgently, that velvety yellow tie he didn’t bother removing - didn’t have the fucking patience to remove - finds it’s way to your shaky hands. Directing you to pull, to choke-

And you swear you hear Nanami’s rugged voice crack when he whimpers. Whimpers. Gravelly and dangerous, and you feel his fat, bawling tip twitch with each word. Roughened palms cradling your tummy - your womb, yearningly. “M’gonna make a mess I’ll hafta clean up all over again, my love…”

♡ GETO SUGURU - SUCCESSOR

“So you see…”

And for Geto Suguru, it’s practically a battle to even babble out those words coherently. To bite back that pathetic fucking whimper at the back of his throat when he’s skimming his pearly teeth along the tender crook of your neck. 

“-th-this is your hah- official announcement of a successor.”

And the very sentence makes Geto laugh. Laugh. 

Humorless and ruined. Shit- he couldn’t believe it. Didn’t want to.

Because it’s already too good to be true how he had you wrecked so filthily in the meanest of full nelsons, in front of rows upon rows of his association. Their heads bowed, breaths hitched, eyes dilemma-ed between looking away and peeking greedily upwards for more more more-

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit - he’s so drunk on the thought that Geto can feel himself drooling. Is this…fuck- is this what they call babyfever?

Softened fingertips idle down your thighs, smearing a messily trail down the leaky spatters of slick that your flooded slit just can’t stop drooling. And he finds himself grinning-

“Ahh- would ya look at that. Makin’ s-such a show, aren't cha?” Geto giggles - giggles - voice reverent in that exact same way that he had been since you’d off-handedly mentioned how the association would need a successor one day. Oh god, it was like your usually-composed Geto was possessed. Gone. 

He didn’t even know why he was feeling so fucked-out already. Why his fingerpads were dragging around and around your clit until you were sobbing. Mewling with every sticky plunge of his too-heavy girth into your cunt, “S-Suguru you’re being so-”

“Shut up.” Leaving a stinging thwack! against the curve of your plump clit, “Let ‘em hear- let her ngh- talk to me. Heh.”

And you couldn’t even whine in protest - because Geto’s already snatching a few thick digits to curl around your slacked maw. Letting your drooling lips coat him in sheer drivel and moans that slip through when he plants pound after pound.

He’s so greedy opening his way around, every rummaging jackhammer positioned exactly to recoil against your gummy cervix. Sloppy split-seconds between each battering ram leaving your gooey orifice bearing the incredible weight of him brushing his swivelling tip against your g-spot. He’s nodding and conversing along lecherously to the honeyed slurps! wafting from your poor pussy. 

“Mhm– mhm, I agree, ma…” And you’re being faced with a slurping pop! pop! pop! resonating from behind as Geto sucks on his fingers to clean off that sopping syrupy gloss. Savoring. Sing-song baritone lilting up just a notch in volume to address your audience, “Don’t you?” 

And when there’s no answer - you are the one being punished with a stinging smack! against the edge of your cunt. Geto’s digits latching around your gaping hole and twirling their way in-

Fuck- the sounds of hurried agreement thundering in your ears from all around you make you keen. 

And usually he’d be smooth, suave, private in bed. But right now Geto can’t help tug one rough forearm around your waist and pin your back against his glissading washboard abs. Massaging you with each rut up and down up and down up and-

“D’you w-wanna know what she’s sayin’?” he’s granting a long slather of his tongue up your bulbous tears, humming at the salty aftertaste. “Wanna know what she’s ngh- begging for?”

“Wh-what?” you’re blubbering out, lips wobbly oh-so-cutely in a way that he just can’t help but sink his sharp canines into. Tugging. 

And Geto didn’t know why he was feeling so…so needy. He had no idea what was making him stretch your jittery thighs open so wide it was like he wanted everyone to see - to know. 

But he has a feeling it’s to do with that idea you mentioned earlier. A…successor. 

Fuck- 

The notion is enough for him to gasp, for his entire body of hefty muscles to flinch like he’d just been zapped with a zillion bolts of bliss. And before you know it, your face gently meets the ridged tatami mats, and Geto’s manhandling you with his beefy limbs onto all fours. 

One hand kisses your puffy clit around and around in thorough circles, the other entirety of his arm curling around your throat - headlocking your lolling face upwards, you’re gasping. Drenched at the bulge of his flexing biceps against your neck-

“She’s sayin…” He bites down on your sensitive earlobe, “-she wants me t-to breed her until she’s overspilling.” And you thought he was done - you thought. Before he’s babbling away pussydrunkenly, head reclining mindlessly towards the front row. “Right?”

Yeah. Yeah, of course, he was right. 

It didn’t matter if Geto Suguru couldn’t properly think - couldn’t even breathe just about right now. Broad chest petering out the most heaving gasps from his lungs, he’s making sure every sloppy cadence of your hips back into his leave you reeling. 

Leave you yelping at the words cascading from his pretty coral pink lips- 

“S’what sh-she’s sayin–” His ragged grip tightens as does his claim on your spongy cunt, “-n-not me– m’kay- she wants me to fuuuck- fill her up. To breed her- wants me to put a baby in her so that everyone-” Those final words had you being lunged up onto your unsteady knees, leveraging the stranglehold around your neck to stick your arched back against his hardened front upright. You gasp- “-so that ngh- everyone knows what I did- all of ‘em. Gonna know what m’doin’ to ya- how I fucked a ngh- s-successor into you like this.”

“Suguru—” Comes that favorite syrupy-sweet song of his - and you don’t even have to voice your words to him. Because he can already  feel the squelching hug of your jostling walls, the way you give his thickened base a cute squeeze “M’gonna c-cu-”

Ah.

And he doesn’t give you the privilege of finishing your sentence before a sudden smack! right onto the hood of your beady clit makes you crash headfirst into your orgasm- and Geto into his. Multiple of them. 

His overworked cock torrenting the most saturated wads of ropy cum. They’re avalanching into your greedy hole, spilling down the side of his shaft into a creamy ring. Again. And again. And again and again and-

“O-oh–” Geto lets out a raw, guttural moan with your name tacked on like it was his favorite few syllables. The high so strong that he can’t even hold himself up. “Shit- s-swear s’your cunt– so heavenly for fucking what.”

Hypnotized. Collapsing onto a heap of long limbs on top of you, you’re squirming against the tatami floor. The knotted plug of Geto’s swollen base helping his copiously buttery amounts of cum stay safe and sound inside. 

Murmurs envelope you two- they’re still there. 

You’re jumping at the sticky schwf! of a few goopy traces of seed that slip down your puffy slit, being scooped up easily by a hawk-eyed Geto. Raising his hand up, up, up to bully between your pouted lips and oh…oh it really was babyfever.

He needed to see you with another two little girls that looked like you and had his status of leader. He needed to see you round and glowing. He still needed to see you full. 

“Gorgeous…you’ll never hah- believe what she’s tellin’ me now.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “I-inside…?”

Choso didn’t know whether this was supposed to happen. 

He didn’t know whether this was even possible. Was…was this some kind of strange new cursed technique? 

Because why did it only take one glimpse of you ruffling Yuji’s hair - just one motherly smile his way - for your beloved boyfriend to all but drag you back home the very first second he could. 

Shoving you against the cool platform of the front fucking threshold, melty brain churning with nothing but the strange image of you ruffling the hair of another little boy that looked strangely like a mixture of the two of you. 

But that was hours ago.

And Choso was still rabid. Still permeating open your bulging folds to watch the slow trickle of cum that you’re wetting down his wrist. “C-can you ngh- take more, baby?”

You’re clawing your trembly fingers down the wooden surface just past the entryway. Wetly condensed gasps escaping from your sloshed parted lips when he treks up one trembly, muscular foot on top of your body to pin you down. “Ch-Cho— how are you s-still going-”

Chosos’s racking out a low keen - the very sound of your voice making his furiously overworked tip swash a fresh wad of precum into your bruised cervix. Twitching with overstimulation when his wispy alabaster ropes lull into nothingness-

“I-I don’t know, baby–” he’s letting his dark head of hair curtain that utterly fucked expression on his face. Eyes sliding ravenously to the back of his head when his fatigued hips plant another yearning grind into your cunt. Dribbling maw slacking open, “I just- I just want…”

You already knew what he wanted - and the evidence was right there drizzling from your drowning slit, making itself at home in a creamy ring of cum down his gyrating hilt. But you’re whining out anyway, “W-want ngh- what, baby–?”

Fuck.

Fuck- he was being ridiculous. Being Choso Kamo knows that you’re simply using your sweet little nickname for him, he knows that. But he still finds his head lolling backwards with a groan. How pretty that sounds falling from your lips. 

SLAM!

“I- that-” He gasps. He heaves. Hunched over so you’re gifted with such a delicious eyeful of his sweat-slicked arms caging you from abovehead. Flexing and rippling as Choso’s sloppy cadence grows faster. Filthier. Pound after pound that frosts your tenderized g-spot in thick upheavals of creamy pre. “I want a baby– I don’t- ngh- I don’t know what this feeling is, baby…”

Whirling your sappy eyes over your shoulder to take a long look at him and- 

Oh.

Fuck, was that a mistake. Because your dear boyfriend was so irresistible - with his big, dark eyes dewey with pearly tears, rosy lips jutted out in a way that makes him look so kissable. So tired. Every twitch and bead of sweat trickling down his muscles made Choso look like he was on the very verge of falling apart. 

But he won’t stop - doesn’t think he even can anymore. 

“D-don’t look at me ngh- like- that-” So lovingly. Choso pecks a few pretty kisses down your arched spine, “S’gonna make me cum.”

You’re carding your fingers through thick, dampened locks of his hair to tug. “So do it, Cho–” And fuck, you’re scrambling your jittery hips in the most sinful of movements to meet his jackhammering pace - he thinks he just might pass out. Gulping at the smacking sting! that jiggles the mound of your ass against his toned abs, so hard that he sees his skin rub rawly red. “C-cum inside- again.”

Oh, he wants to. How badly he wants to. 

A few of his soft, rounded fingerpads smear along the treacle of excess cum from before that laminate your pretty skin. Swirling and swirling and he’s drawing gooey patterns right where you were bulging with every inch of him, puffed-up pussy lips engorged wide open when he’s nosediving with his thickened cockhead.

“But it’s s-so filthy, baby…” he trails off, lower lips all wobbly and whining. And Choso’s dark brows pucker into the cutest frown when he dances those very same sopping wet digits up to his pert mouth and sucks. Moaning. “Can I really- c-can I really cum inside? Again?”

“Mhm– trust me, Cho-”

And how could he ever not?

Before you know it, you’re feeling the spongy probe of Choso’s fat head kiss up against your womb. Thwack! Thwack! Thwacking a smooth staccato of wet swipes that your gummy depths are branded to remember, syncing up to that thunderous pulse of yours. 

“M’g-gonna cum- fuuuck- s’unfair-” he gasps against your ear, burning up. “-this pretty pussy of yours is s-sucking me up so ngh- well that-” Face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you jolt when you feel a hot pitter-patter of tears- “-I-I’ve just gotta get you pregnant, baby–”

Flooding out thick, saturated spurts of his cum that glue to your mushy walls like a second coating of slick. He feels so hot inside swabbing around every nook and cranny, and you’re hit with the sleazy smell of sex and him. 

Shit. He was cumming nothing now.

“W-wait-” Choso’s voice grows ragged, his eyes snap open as if in a daze. And you catch the way one set of his slender fingers envelope the creamy base of his cock to squeeze. Pumping ever-so-slightly up and down up and- “M’cumming- dry- fuck! Can’t- I can’t cum dry–”

You’re sure that stupidly drunken reassurances are falling from your lips, but Choso doesn’t hear any of them. Can’t register them. Can’t recognize anything but the way he pulls out for just a split-second. Flipping you over onto your back, you take in the soft crackle of jujutsu when his hazied mind pumps every ounce of blood in his body back to his blanking cock.

“O-oh my god–” You’re sobbing out at the suddenly staggering stretch, the way your elastic walls were forced to accommodate that thickly expanding girth of his. “D-did you just use ngh- your cursed technique to-”

“Yes.” Choso’s wheezing out, chest storming back and forth while the overstimulation hits him mercilessly. He bores into your pretty face, “Yes yes yes yes- I…I want a baby– ngh- c-can’t fuck this pretty pussy pregnant if I cum dry.”

Over and over. He’s whispering out an almost-painfully rasping, “This time- this time this time-” when his achy cock splurges out a few more dry orgasms. Fuck-

He knew he was going to have you all round and glowing - he already knew. Knew he’d make Yuji an uncle and you a gorgeous momma - such a gorgeous momma, with a gorgeous son in tow.

Babbling out these very same words without even realizing into the crook of your tender neck, you huff out a cockdrunken bout of laughter. “S-seems you’ve been hit with ngh- babyfever, Cho–”

“Babyfever, huh?” he whimpers, startling tears trekking down the regal apples of his cheek when his poor cock cums dry again. You jolt at the electric buzz of jujutsu that zaps through your body when he’s hardening himself again. Again. “I like the sound of that…”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Too big? Funny.

“I just put one tip in n’ you’re already cockdrunk?” Sukuna’s rumbling, reverberating snicker echoes throughout the royal court room. He’s leaning back on his throne, basking you in the most sleazy grin, “Heh- anythin’ to say for yerself, brat?”

It’s honestly through sheer stubbornness that you’re finding it in your sugar-coated mind to huff. “N-no.”

The only one he’d let speak to him that way, he’s puckering up your pretty pussy lips around one of his fat thumbs. Swirling dousingly wet circular patterns around and around while another hand smacks his second cock down your sobbing slit once. Twice. “Then what, silly girl? Too big?”

He doesn’t realize if you know you’re nodding - nodding and nodding while mewling out the tiniest, “But m’not leaving until you c-cum inside, Kuna–”

Oh.

Oh.

Overgrown black nails digging neat crescents into the plush of your hips, he’s baring you with a snarling show of ivory canines. Voice shot - rasping. Weaved with something dangerous. “Oi oi- don’t talk outta ya ngh- damn pussy, woman. Use that pretty lil’ head of yours.”

“But it’s true–” Your arms find their way around his ridiculously broad shoulders, cushioned against his plush muscles. Batting your lashes, it makes Sukuna gulp when you slip and slide your grinding way along his extra length. And oh, you already know you won. “-I wan’ a baby.”

And no one has ever seen the infamous king of curses rendered speechless, no one has ever seen his devilishly red eyes bulge out almost comically, mean mouth - both of them - drop in slack-jawed awe. Except you, that is - right now.

Sukuna’s smug mouth gapes open and closes a few too many times that he will deny later on. “A-a baby? My baby?”

Nodding, “Mhm– a-” 

But, shit, you can’t finish your sentence - no matter how badly you wanted to. Because that very instant of confirmation makes Sukuna’s fat cocks perk up against your bulging g-spot, magical bolts of bliss sparking behind your eyes and making you dizzy

“A baby- an heir, is it?” He breathes - he gasps. And you’ve never seen Sukuna like this, never seen that special glint of something feral in his eyes as he spits out, “Don’t fuckin’ look at me like ngh- that.”

Curled digits planting just a few sodden slaps! of his staggering second length along your weepy folds before sinking in.

Shovelling all throbbing girths of his dual shafts into your snug orifice, it’s like both of Sukuna’s swollen cocks are fighting for dominance. Jostling against every single tenderized sweet spot embedded into your walls, spearing you open so wide that you can’t help but keen. Stupidly open mouth sinking into the flesh of his tattooed shoulder-

Smack!

“Tch, easy on the merchandise if you wan’ me ta ngh- fuck a baby into you-” he’s rolling his eyes, soothing over the sting on your ass. Bouncing his thick, muscular thighs up and down up and down to jitter your unsteady hips viciously along his lengths. “-how many?”

“Wh-what?” you’re blinking.

And of course Sukuna’s only growling something dark and heady at the back of his throat. Handsomely sharp jaw clenched when with one singular push of two beefy arms, you’re being stuffed splittingly full with his rock-hard cocks to the brim. His wet divots drizzling a painting of pre across your doughy cervix, splurging and rubbing up together. Till you felt like you were going to burst with every kiss of those pink, cushiony tufts of hair at his fat base. 

“Thereee we go—” he’s chuckling. Fucking up into you like he was angry. Like he hated you - even though it was the furthest fucking thing. “Look at you all ngh- t-taking the cocks you were saying’ was too fuckin’ big.” 

You’re pouting when he lilts his tone a few octaves higher to match your own - dramatically so. 

“But for bein’ my hahhh- good fuckin’ girl…” And that gravelling implication makes your glissading pussy greedily slick a fresh coating down Sukuna’s already-drenched shafts. “-how many heirs do ya wan’ me ta breed into this cute cunt?”

You’re not sure what you’re babbling out nonsensically - you’re not sure what you even think, but the monstrous curse in front of you arches a sharp, pink brow. Humming, “I’m thinking- hah- three. At fuckin’ least.”

And oh, the moment that promise leaves his mouth, it’s like a dam is being shattered open. 

Because it’s all that he can think about - all that he wants. He yearns. 

Manspreading until you’re teetering precariously on his staggering size, two of his beefy arms wrap around your middle to haul your pliant body cushioned against his sculpted pecs. One more veering to pinch your clit and the other- damn, that fourth one. 

Acting as if with a mind of its own when he splayed out a hand down your tummy, feeling for the cylindrical bulge of his dual cock spearheading you impossibly open. Caressing. Soft. 

“G-gonna have my power heh-” he’s babbling, biting his lower lip to hide a few weakened whimpers. “N’ your pretty features, ngh- and your dumb goo-goo heart and- and-”

And what was this?

Sukuna couldn’t stop thinking about that dangerous little vision you’d planted in his sugary mind. Couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you’d look all round because of him - a pretty queen, with his pretty heirs. How much he’d love-

“S’all your f-fuckin’ fault, brat-” Sukuna snaps his teeth, words coming out hot. Feverish. As frenzied as his hips were when they’re crashing into your own so hard that it hurts. Bruising the planes of his sharp hip bones, buttering up your goopy insides until they felt viscous around him. “Fuck- a thousand fuckin’ years n’ this is what makes me ngh- lose- it-”

Fuming - seething.

Because every collision into your elastic cervix has him recoiling back just a haf-bounce. A gluey smear of precum tainted behind, but parting with your pretty pussy for just that was too much. 

He needed more. More, more, more-

“Kuna- Kuna m’gonna cum-” Your babbles cut through his shimmering visions of you with three kids dangling off your shoulders, fighting him for your attention. Heh. Hips jittering pathetically up and down to meet his sloppy cadence, your teeth sink into his tender earlobe. “M’gonna- hah- m’so close-”

Thwack!

His fingers smear along the mounded flesh on your ass, squeezing. “S’fucking cum, dammit.”

What Sukuna didn’t expect was for himself to cum, too - sharpened carnivorous teeth digging deep into your throat - for all to see. Curdling low grunts at the back of his throat and fuck-

Fuck, he sees white. 

Now, Sukuna always came so much. The double divots at the very ends of his two cocks splurging out candy-like seed that waters your melty cunt until you were overspilling. Every peak of your high being wrung out of you. Sukuna’s pulling out just one of his cocks to make an even bigger mess-

“Oh- ohhh-” Sukuna seeps with the puddle of opaquely milky cum waterfalling from the minute openings of your sloppy hole. Something about it makes him gulp. Parched. Second mouth manifesting on a free hand and slurping a few candied dredges, “I think…I think th-three isn’t enough.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Wifey, wifey

“K-kiss me-” Ino gasps - he begs. And your breath just hitches at the way his pretty brown eyes flood with a glaze of tears. Rosy lips raw and puckered, “Please- please, I j-jus’ need you to kiss me, pretty–”

And how could you refuse?

With your splayed-out palms mountaineering over his heaving pecs, you’re craning your glissading body down, down, down to kiss him senseless.

And shit, he can feel the way your clingy walls hug his pulsing shaft even tighter. Careening his mushroom head to bump up against your bruised g-spot, he leaves a few gluey pecks exactly on the bullseye of your tender orifices. Just in time for Ino’s lips to wrap around your tongue and suck-

“M-mmpf- woah.” Ino’s weepy eyes scrunch wildly together, maw spilling slack to groan out. Like he’d just realized something - just had the world’s greatest epiphany. “S-sweetness, I…” Struggling - heaving to scramble up all the correct words, but it was so hard when your squelching pussy was talking to him like this. Only - only - continuing at your reassuring nods, “I wanna fuck a baby into you- two, actually.”

Fuck- fuck. That’s not how it was supposed to come out. It felt so…dirty speaking to his beloved girl this way. 

But Ino can’t help the way that his overstimulated mind was so heated it felt like he was burning from the inside out. Leanly strong arms manhandling you to scurry his ruddied face into your sweat-sheened neck, “I-I mean-”

“I want that too, T-Taku–” you’re moaning. “N-need you to fill me up so badly. Ngh- been wantin’ it for a while now…” Oh, it sounds like music in Ino’s ears and a mantra in his mind.

Over and over and-

“No-” Ino’s rutting his colliding cockhead against your pulpy cervix, teeth gritting furiously with such pathetic embarrassment. “No no no- fuck! M’gonna–”

And that’s just about the warning you’re being showered with, before something hot and thick dumps inside your cunt. Viscous spatterings of velvety ropes smear themselves on your slobbering walls, gummy insides so wet and sweltering hot. Just from those words you’d uttered - Ino thinks that he’d be happy even if they were the last fucking ones he’d ever head. 

That shrill gasp escaping from your lips is enough to make Ino groan. 

“Baby, did you just-”

“Yes.” He’ll berate himself later for cutting off your pretty voice, head now too busy reeling with trying to scoop up the gelatinous dredges of cum your gaping hole was slurring out. Deft fingers pushing each creamy ring back inside- “Move your fingers, pretty. Can’t let it go to ngh- waste. I-I’m sorry s’jus’ ah- this pussy is just…”

Truly, there was no word to describe the utter heaven that Ino was floating in right now. 

And the only thing justifying his words are the way his hips drill into yours. Not stopping. Not even slowing down. His thrusts were so filthy now - absolutely nothing like the measly languid slides you were gyrating down his fat cock. Flexing abs massaging your core, rounded cum-filled balls once more so heavy and stinging against your ass. 

No, it’s like something had snapped - something had…changed. 

Two rough hands clap around your vigorously gyrating hips, so pressurized that it was almost as if Ino was dying to bruise his patterned fingerprints right into your tender skin. And his delicate voice cracks with a ruined little whine of your name. Eyes sliding to the shadowy back of his lids-

“Th-this is alright- right?” His lower lip trembles, asking. Pleading. Slender hips curving up again and again in a way that had your sugary sweet pussy flaps creaming out drizzly sheen after sheen of fresh slick. “Can I really…”

Huffing out a teasing little puff of laughter, it makes Ino’s pretty cheeks flush even deeper. “Mhm— nothing to hah- be shy about, baby.”

God- he couldn’t even bear to say those sultry words out loud. Instead, reverently gliding one of his palms along your tummy, Ino’s breath hitches at the nudge and pull of his bawling tip. 

Pressing down. Hard. 

“M-m’gonna make you s-so ngh- full here– spilling.” he’s drawling out, words stumbling along into one another. And you can’t help but have your hips fucking even faster into his pirouetting grinds at the utterly husky tone of his voice. The way he sounds ruined already. “Use me until ya give me t-two sons–”

Shit- when did he even learn to talk like this? It’s like his mouth was declaring those deepest, darkest secrets of his. Oh…yeah he knew it - it was babyfever. And Ino was a hopeless, happy patient.  

Sappy pecks being lined up along your kiss-bitten lips, one of his thumbs expertly rummages for the bulging caress of where his smooth, curvaceous head was spattering thick wads of pre. “Think they’ll h-have my ngh- looks?” Head lolling all the way back at the sliding pressure. “Hope they have your haaah- smile, pretty–”

“Shit- shit shit shit-” you’re gasping, wet breaths being drunken in by a parched Ino. He’s greedy - ravenous. Such an uncharacteristically sleazy smile being smeared all over his lips when your cushiony g-spot gets bruised by his rotund tip. “I-it feels so good, Taku- Ngh-”

“Only the b-best for the mother of my kids, duh-” he rolls his eyes. 

Oh, his words were so sweet - pert lips grazing your own in a messy excuse of a kiss was so sweet. But what wasn’t was the way that one set of his long fingers spiral around your wrists and pin them behind your back. 

And it gives him the absolute perfectly heavenly angle to latch those gentle lips around your hardened nipples. “Gonna be s-so pretty- the ngh- prettiest momma-” Nuzzling his head into the valley of your heaving breasts, his teeth sink into one sensitive nub and tugs. “Have you all round n’ swollen and m-mine. Mine mine mine-”

All that resonates in your mind when he’s finally tipping you over to cum. Your eyes daze with a bleary tinge, tired thighs aching when your hips thwack! wetly into his.

His tired cock drooping out a few more pearly beads of seed that refreshes your gripping walls - before Ino sees sparks and cums dry. Eyes practically smothered white with how far they’re rolling back, sweat breaking out over his forehead all over again, mouth falling slack.

And out of it comes only two words-

“Marry me.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - HEAVEN N’ BACK

“D-don’t run away–” And to anyone else, it would sound like the strongest is begging on his knees. Words crumbling with hollow rasps, cracking into pathetic little whines. “Come baaaack- where’d you think you’re hah- goin’?”

But you knew better.

You knew that Gojo Satoru was just a single more saturated squeeze of your clingy walls from fucking snapping. And times like this, you wondered just how high the kill count would be - whether you would be number one on that list. 

As if reading your mind, his staggeringly long fingers grasp around your wrangling legs and drag you about halfway through those navy sheets like some ragdoll. 

With an innocently rosy pout, Gojo’s planting a pretty peck against your ankle, whispering out an utterly strained. “Just hngh- look at her-” And you’re realizing with a shockwave that he isn’t talking to you. Not even close. Cerulean eyes so hazy and glowing - smoldering into where your cunt was being speared right through by his solid inches. “-I c-come back from the fuckin’ ah- death n’ my girl’s zonin’ out.”

“I-I’m not–” you’re whining, being pressed with all his weighty muscles into the meanest mating press. 

“I-I-I-” Gojo’s mocking with such a sleazy grin - and for a split-second you’re wondering if he’s even realizing what he’s babbling. Eyes half-lidded, barely focused. Sweat-glistened forehead connecting with yours, the humorless grin that Gojo’s plastered on is so ruined. “-heheh, m’not gonna die w-without breedin’ ngh- this cute cunt ever again.” Boring down at your greedy hole, “Riiight~?”

It’s as if he expects your sweet, sugar-coated pussy to answer. Huffing with a dramatic pout once the only thing he’s gifted in return are the most lecherous squelches he’s ever heard in his life. Mumbling, “Got her mouth full– gonna be even f-fuller soon, y’know?”

“Y-you said that already, Toru–” you’re sobbing out, thighs drooping wider and wider open with every withering ram being punished upon your puffy pussy. 

He’s drilling into you so deeply that you swear there’s a permanently red imprint of your thighs on his washboard abs. Rummaging open your gluey walls that it was like they were permanently molded around his fattening girth. Thick, viscous sloshes of pre coating your poor, bulging folds. 

The sight is so pretty that shit- Gojo can’t help but have a little fun with it. 

Plunging out this entirety of his fat shaft to spy down at the way your poor unshut hole sloshes all over herself with a milky torrent of his cum. Gojo’s curling a few fingers over his hefty hilt and thwack! thwack! thwacking! your tearful lips even soppier. 

“Look at how much you’re ngh- wastin’-” And Gojo sounds genuinely upset, rosy lower lip wobbling at the frosty ounces of his voluminous seed. “Guess I jus’ hafta breed ya alllll over again…”

Ah, the things he does - the stamina he has. 

Well, stamina if it counts just a little cheating. Reversed curse technique currently working overtime to make sure that neither of you are breaking bones right now - though, that’s too late to say for the bed. You’re gliding a hand down the shattered headboards, avoiding those broken springs-

“B-being so greedy right now, Toru–” Yet, every scolding word of yours sounds like a whine as your slobbering flaps swallow up every inch he’d give. “What has hah- gotten into you.”

You knew. 

Oh, you knew.

Because Gojo really did think for a few seconds that it would be the end of it all right there on Shinjuku grounds…as if. 

Gojo Satoru had clawed his way over to you and he would always - from hell and back. And the one thing on his mind was-

“A baby–” He’s spitting out a lecherous mantra - the same one he’s been husking over and over for hours now. The thought enough to have his sculpted back hunching, his jaw slacking open, a sly drizzle of drool beading down the corners. He didn’t know why - he didn’t know how, couldn’t get it out of his mind. “A baby a baby oh- y-you’re gonna give me a baby, right?”

As if you could say no to that. 

Because even after so long - Gojo was willing himself to paint your cute cunt white all over again. He doesn’t know if he can, doesn’t know whether it’s fucking possible but fuck- if he wasn’t going to try. 

Shit- he felt so feverish with want and he didn’t even know why.

Gojo smears his lips down yours in a kiss, buzzing fingertips giving your pert clit a ready slap! It’s harsh. Right in time with the ruthless cadence of his fat, mushroom tip marching into your g-spot. “Now fuck yerself ngh- back onto this fuckin’ cock- milk a baby outta me. Take it all.”

Something about his words were so mean - desperate. And as soon as your mindlessly fucked self was writhing a few fingers down to your neglected clit, they’re getting rudely swatted away by Gojo. 

Eyes wild, teeth bared in such a base animal instinct. “Move that damn hand.” Rolling one fat thumb over the plump, tenderized hood. “I said fuck yourself not- hmpf- Can’t breed her hah- properly otherwise.”

You’ve never seen your lovely boyfriend ever act like this before. He’s sparking the ends of his eyes with blue lightning bolts of cursed energy. Free hand siding a few fingers right down the cylindrically carved pathway of his rummaging cock. 

Gasping, “T-Toru what are you-”

But he only smiles mysteriously, and you don’t know if you’re even capable of handling what he’d just examined at your gooey depths. Rendering you dizzy already.

But Gojo, it turns out, was doing far, far worse. 

It’s like his body is overtaken by some sort of fever, a giddy little giggle bursting from his lips. You’re being fucked so hard into the mattress that you’re sure you’ll be able to count the little outlines of the sheets on your skin even tomorrow. 

Neat, pearly rows of teeth smirking, “Our first is gonna be a g-girl.”

And maybe you’re cumming - maybe you’re not. By now the nth orgasms on top of orgasms simply leave you gasping at the crescendo of euphoria, your vision halfway blacking out. Gojo Satoru really was the greatest at everything and that included making you lose your mind.

Just about the only thing you’re registering is his fatigued cock spasming deep into the honeyed depths of your cunt. Coating your womb in a sugar sweet lather of cum - once. Twice. Sloshing with every rugged swivel and drip! between your pursed lips.

Gojo hisses when his achy cock starts cumming dry halfway through. And he doesn’t know whether he simply flipped the two of you over or fucking teleported; because when you’re blinking your vision back, you’re finding your unsteady legs straddling his slender hips.

Gojo’s head lounges hungrily behind on the pillows, face tilted cockily up at you. And his massive palms don’t know where to touch - anywhere and everywhere down your simmering body. 

“C-c’mon now- don’t think we’re done just yet.” Before finally resting on your slightly inflated womb, still convulsing with tingles of your high and the steaming hot weight of his cum. His hips rut- ah right…babyfever - that’s what it is. “F-fuck a few babies outta me, wontcha?”

“B-babies?” Plural. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Because of course, it’s plural. “I want six.” 

A/N. Ahhh honestly I don’t even know if I want kids but…anyways, hope you have a lovely week <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

[dynameow]

THEN AND NOW ✶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI

꒰ synopsis ꒱ ✶ katsuki always wondered what the hell his father saw in his old hag of a mother. it takes twenty years, a nasty fight with you, a near-death experience, and a trip to the hospital before he finally gets it

── ✶ word count: 5.8k words ; my drabbles always do this bro

── ✶ before you read: female reader ; pro hero bakugou ; established relationship ; arguing ; (temporary) relationship troubles ; injuries + villain attacks + hospitals (bakugou) ; tame angst with a happy ending! ; communication + resolving arguments ; bakugou’s father makes an appearance ; fluff and banter at the end ; masterlist.

꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ at the end of the day i will never not be a sucker for the trope where u argue just before a major life threatening incident occurs

It’s 9:32 PM when Katsuki begrudgingly leaves his patrol area and finally calls it quits for the night.

Patrol was supposed to end an hour and thirty-two minutes ago, but he’s been dragging his feet ever since. Taking the long route. Responding to calls that technically aren’t under his jurisdiction. Circling blocks he’s already cleared twice. Anything to kill time. It’s only when Kirishima actively tells him to get the fuck out and stop interfering with his villain count for the night that Katsuki finally accepts defeat and ends his workday.

Ending his workday means going home. And if he goes home, you’ll be there. And if you’re there, he’ll be reminded of your nasty argument from the other night. And if he thinks about that argument, he’ll have to face the fact that the two of you are still stubbornly refusing to speak to one another until the other apologizes first. It’s a ridiculous standoff—an unnecessary one, and he knows it. But neither of you seems particularly interested in ending it, and now his own apartment has somehow become the last place he wants to be. Every room feels charged with an uncomfortable tension. The living room is awkward. The kitchen is unbearable. Even lying down beside you at night feels weird, so Katsuki would rather avoid the whole thing if he can help it.

If he gets home late enough, you’ll already be asleep. Then he can shower, crawl into bed, and pretend the situation doesn’t exist for a few more hours. It seemed like a solid plan in his mind, but unfortunately, thanks to fucking Shitty-Hair, he has no choice but to head home and hang up his costume. 

And judging by the lights still glowing through the windows of his apartment, his luck has officially run out. You’re still awake. Of course.

He trudges in, and there you are—sitting stiffly on the couch in the living room, staring directly at him with your arms crossed and an infuriated glare on your face as you fix him with narrowed eyes. Great.

“Do you have any fucking clue what time it is?” you hiss without missing a beat.

Katsuki should’ve known you’d start nagging the second he walked through the door. Hell, he should’ve turned around and just left the moment he saw the lights on instead of coming in.

“S’not even ten,” he grumbles, kicking his boots off. “Would you fuckin’ drop it—”

“You were supposed to be home almost two hours ago!” Your voice rings through the apartment, sharp and incredulous, and Katsuki is so tired. So exhausted. Too exhausted to deal with this nonsense right now, of all times.

“Yeah, well. Now I’m home. There you go.”

The dismissal only seems to make you angrier. Katsuki practically watches the steam start pouring from your ears as you shoot to your feet, hands planting firmly on your hips. And he just knows your voice is about to get louder.

“That’s it?” you practically screech. He fucking knew it. “You’re out on patrol for an extra two hours, and I hear nothing from you—not even a text saying, I’ll be home late. I’ve been sitting here like an idiot, wondering what the fuck happened, or if you’re okay, and all you can say is now you’re home? Do you just get off on being an asshole or something, Katsuki?”

His shoulders tense immediately as he fixes you with an equally hard glare. There goes his wish for a peaceful, conflict-avoidant night. Of course, as always, you have to drag the conflict right to him and drop it at his feet, spike his temper, and make it ruin his evening. A simple shower and a good night’s sleep was all he wanted. But things are never quite that easy—not with you.

Katsuki feels a dull throb start behind his eyes as he shoots back, “What, was your phone broken or some shit? What exactly held you at gunpoint and stopped you from sendin’ me a text and asking, huh?”

Your jaw drops. “Are you serious?”

“I’m not laughin’, am I? Definitely no jokes here.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you scowl, and he snorts. There’s no humor behind the sound, however.

“Yeah, that’s real mature.”

“Oh no—you don’t get to tell me about what’s mature and what isn’t. Cause if you wanna talk about what’s mature, it’s not disappearing for two hours and acting like I’m insane for being worried!”

“I wasn’t disappearing, I was fuckin’ doing my job.”

“You were supposed to be done with that job hours ago!”

“Well, I wasn’t!”

“You have a smart little answer for everything, don’t you, Katsuki?” you smile sarcastically, “just think you’re so smart and above it all, huh?”

Katsuki doesn’t know if it’s the headache that’s been creeping on him, or the rage, or the pure adrenaline in his system, but he does know that for a short, fleeting second, all he saw was red. 

“Holy fuck, do you ever listen to yourself?”

Your expression hardens instantly. “No, I think you should listen to yourself. You might hear an idiot if you do.”

The apartment goes quiet. Dangerously quiet. 

“You know what?” he says coldly, “forget this. I’m goin’ the fuck to sleep—I’ve dealt with enough bullshit tonight—”

You throw your hands in the air, exasperated. There is a flash of hurt on your face that makes his chest ache, but the sharp stab of pain doesn’t last for long because as quickly as his heart bleeds, his mind makes him forget. It only lets him focus on the anger and the irritation and the way you’ve ruined his night, just like you ruined the one before. 

“Every single time I tell you something bothers me, you act like it’s a personal attack, and then you just dismiss me like I don’t matter—”

“Maybe I wouldn’t dismiss shit if every conversation with you didn’t turn into a fuckin’ laundry list of grievances you got with me!”

“You only take everything I say as a complaint because you refuse to communicate!”

“Because not everything needs to be a damn discussion like we’re in therapy!”

“Right,” you laugh bitterly. “Silly me. God forbid I expect basic consideration from you.”

Something ugly flashes across his face. He knows it. Katsuki knows that when he’s mad, he turns ugly—he’s always been that way. It’s the only way he knows how to be. For the longest time, he thought you were the only person he could hide it from. That you were the only person he could fight the urge to get ugly from because you are just that special. 

But Katsuki is who he is, and he’s learned that he’s a special kind of ugly just for you.

“Basic consideration?” he barks. “You’re sayin’ I’m not considerate?”

“No, sometimes you fucking aren’t and—”

“Oh, that’s fuckin’ rich! I break my back every day keeping this city safe—”

“Well, if the city is the only thing you can be considerate for, why the fuck are you even here?”

It’s silent as soon as the words leave your mouth. Katsuki goes completely still. He can feel it the second it happens—the way his expression shuts down. The way the anger drains out of his face and leaves behind something colder. Something worse. Something so ugly, he has to get out of here before you see it and realize he isn’t worth it. Isn’t worth you. 

“Yeah,” His voice is flat. “Why am I here, right? You know, you can just tell me to leave next time, it’d be a lot fuckin’ easier for you.”

“Katsuki—”

“No.” He grabs the strap of his duffel bag that carries his guantlets from where he’d dropped it by the door, throwing it over his shoulder as he bends down to lace his boots up again.

“Katsuki, that’s not what I meant.”

“Sure.”

“I was angry—”

“Clearly, you’re always fuckin’ angry at me. I’m always doin’ something the fuck wrong, aren’t I? Nothin’ I do is enough?”

Stop, stop, stop. His mind is screaming, begging him not to do this. To get out. To leave and fight that hideous part of him down until he’s far enough that you never, ever have to see it.

“Katsuki, don’t do this right now—”

“Do what?” His voice rises more than it should. Stop—stop now. But he can’t. The ugliest of him is already taking surface and showing his truest of colors. “What exactly am I supposed to say here, huh?” You flinch. He needs to fucking stop, but he doesn’t. “Because apparently, when I stay late to save people, I’m an asshole. When I’m home, I’m an asshole. I breathe, I’m an asshole. I exist, I’m an asshole.”

“That’s not—”

“So what’s the answer?” His laugh is bitter and so, so cold that he doesn’t recognize this version of himself. Not with you. He wants to stop desperately, but he can’t. Because Katsuki is an ugly, hideous, despicable person deep down. No amount of heroism on the surface can hide that part of him that’s on the inside, not from you. “Since you’ve got everything figured out, you tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to do.”

“Katsuki, let’s just sit down and—”

He shakes his head. For a second, he wants it to hurt. He wants it to hurt for you. Stop, stop, stop— “Y’know what? I’m done.”

His hand closes around the doorknob, and your voice comes out shaky and panicked as you whisper, “Katsuki, please just sit down and—”

“I’m not fuckin’ doin’ this shit anymore.”

Then he yanks the door open and walks right back out, slamming it hard enough behind him to rattle the picture frames on the wall.

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Katsuki is six when he first asks his father what the fuck the old man even sees in the hag that is his mother. He remembers the conversation vividly. 

“Dad, why did you marry Mom? She’s grumpy and old, and she yells all the time,” little Katsuki asks, crossing his tiny arms over his chest. “Why d’you even like her?”

Masaru nearly chokes on his tea. “Katsuki,” he coughs. “Your mother isn’t old. You shouldn’t say that—it’s rude.”

“But she is,” he huffs. “She smells like an old lady, too.”

“Well, if she’s old, then I’m even older,” Masaru points out, taking another sip. “So that can’t be a very good reason not to like her.”

“Well, she’s mean.”

“She’s not mean,” his father chuckles, thoroughly amused. 

No matter how many times he sees it, Katsuki doesn’t understand it—the way his father gets that dumb, starry-eyed look whenever Mitsuki comes up. She’s always in a bad mood, and if she isn’t, she’s probably due for one within the next thirty minutes. Why his father would choose to marry such a sour lady is completely beyond his six-year-old comprehension.

“She yelled at me this morning,” he sulks.

“You tried to use your explosions inside the house,” Masaru reminds him, leveling him with a pointed look. “We talked about that. Rules are rules for a reason, young man.”

Katsuki pouts harder. His father is supposed to take his side.

“But she still yelled. And it was mean,” he argues back stubbornly. Masaru only smiles into his tea, shaking his head with fond amusement. For a moment, neither of them speaks. Then Katsuki presses again, “So what do you even like about her?”

The question seems to catch Masaru off guard. He pauses, thinking. “Well,” he says slowly, “she’s funny.”

Katsuki blinks. His father cannot possibly be serious. “Mom?”

“Yes.”

“She’s funny?”

“Very.”

“No, she isn’t,” Katsuki says immediately, deeply offended by the blatant lie.

Masaru laughs, “She is.” Katsuki stares at him like he’s completely lost his mind. Masaru only smiles wider. “She’s honest, too. You always know what she’s thinking.”

“That’s because she says whatever she thinks.”

“Exactly.”

“And she says it loud.”

“That’s true.”

“She says it really loud, Dad.”

Masaru nods solemnly, sighing. “Also very true, son.”

“She should shut up,” Katsuki huffs. His father fixes him with a stern look at that, and he shrinks back just a little. 

“We do not say that about our mother, Katsuki.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes but slumps deeper into his chair all the same. “Fine.”

“Your mother is wonderful,” his father says. “She works hard. She cares about people. She loves our family—she loves us. One day, you’ll see that. And when you do, I think you’ll appreciate her a lot more.”

Katsuki picks at the food on his plate, turning the words over in his head. 

His mother does love him—he knows that much, even if she is annoying. She remembers all the snacks he likes and somehow always comes home with them without him ever having to ask. Whenever he asks for money, she gives him more than he requested—even if it usually costs him an irritatingly painful pinch to the cheek. She wakes up early to bathe him despite complaining about losing sleep because he prefers morning baths to evening ones.

His mother loves him; he knows that to be true. But it’s only true because she is his mother, and he is her son. Mothers love their sons—it’s the rules. Why his father would willingly choose to love that woman remains completely incomprehensible, however, in his mind.

“Mom is super annoying,” he says bluntly.

Masaru’s smile softens. “I suppose sometimes she can be, yes.”

“See?” Katsuki perks up immediately, his entire face screaming, gotcha!

“But,” Masaru continues, “I’m sure I annoy her, too.”

Katsuki deflates on the spot. 

More than that, he simply cannot imagine such a thing being possible. His father is calm and nice and makes good food. Katsuki thinks lots of women would like his father—women who also would not find Masaru annoying. The only person allowed to find Masaru annoying is Katsuki himself, and that’s because his father makes rules that Katsuki has to follow. He thinks he’s earned that right.

His mother, however, has no such excuse.

“She gets annoyed with you?” he asks incredulously.

“Of course. Every day, I’m sure there’s something I do that annoys her at least a little.”

“Then why does she like you?”

Masaru thinks for a moment, carefully choosing his words, trying to explain this odd phenomenon that is love. “Because loving someone isn’t about finding a person who never annoys you,” he says finally. “It’s about finding someone who still sees your value even when you’re annoying. Someone who chooses you anyway. Does that make sense?”

His nose wrinkles immediately. “No.” His father stifles a chuckle when Katsuki adds, “That sounds dumb.”

“Maybe,” Masaru hums, eyeing him with bright, endeared eyes.

“I’m not gonna marry someone annoying when I’m all big. Because I’m smart!”

That earns him a full laugh from his father. It’s the kind of laugh that makes Masaru lean forward and wipe at the corner of his eye. In fact, he laughs so hard he nearly spills his tea. “You say that now,” his father says, setting his mug down, “but that’ll change. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“No, I won’t,” Katsuki grumbles. He doesn’t appreciate that he’s not being taken seriously.

“I think you will, son.”

“I definitely won’t.”

Masaru only smiles. He looks at Katsuki the way adults always do when they think he’s young and silly and doesn’t know what he’s talking about. And Katsuki hates that look. He’s smart—excellent, even. Just the other day, he caught his teacher’s mistake during subtraction when nobody else in his class noticed. At this rate, he’s well on his way to being smarter than most adults.

He absolutely knows what he’s talking about.

“Well, we’ll just have to see, Katsuki. If I’m right, you’ll take me out for ramen someday. Deal?”

“Fine,” Katsuki huffs, puffing out his chest confidently. “But you’ll never see that ramen.”

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Twenty years later, Katsuki sometimes wonders if he’s going to have to admit he was wrong and take the old man out for ramen after all.

You are, without question, the most annoying, irritating, vein-popping individual he has ever met. It’s like every decision you make is carefully calculated to inconvenience him specifically.

He has to keep an extra jacket in his car because you never check the weather before leaving the house. He has to double-check your grocery lists before you go shopping because if he doesn’t, you’ll somehow forget the one thing you actually need. He has to make sure you take your vitamins. Every night, he has to remind you to take your makeup off before bed because, apparently, that responsibility has become his problem—and if you wake up the next morning with mascara smeared under your eyes because you didn’t listen to him, then somehow you still find a way to blame him for not wiping it for you.

You are annoying. Every single fucking day, you annoy him. You annoyed him yesterday. You’ve annoyed him today. You’ll annoy him tomorrow. And he’ll tell you exactly that—he’ll call you a dumbass, and tell you to get your life together. Complain about the ridiculous thing you did this time, and accuse you of going out of your way to make his life harder on purpose. But after that, despite it all, he will still love you. 

Twenty years later, now that he’s older, Katsuki realizes he understands what his father meant. That loving someone doesn’t happen because they never annoyed him—loving someone happens because they annoyed him, and he still, despite that, sees nothing but the good.

He loves you. You are annoying and drive him up a wall, but Katsuki knows that you are good. The greatest good that there might ever be, and he might have just ruined it. He probably fucked it all up and lost all the good he had. All the good he’s ever wanted. All the good that he’s wanted to keep for the rest of his life and cherish.

The second the apartment door slams shut behind him, Katsuki regrets it. He regrets being the reason behind that look on your face. That brief flash of panic in your eyes right before he left. That way that your voice sounded when you said his name.

He can’t get it out of his head as he walks out of your building. “Fuck,” He runs a hand through his hair and keeps walking.

The only friends he’d willingly see right now are working, his parents are definitely sleeping (and would ask too many questions he doesn’t want to answer, even if they weren’t), and he is nowhere near calm enough to go back upstairs and just go home.

But his patrol route is still active. So instead of going home and into bed like a normal person who has morning patrol, Katsuki leaves his apartment building behind and heads toward work.

By the time he gets suited up again, it’s almost eleven. By the time it’s midnight, he’s still out. By the time it’s 1 AM, he should call it a night.

Instead, however, he keeps moving. One more block turns into one more street. Anything to keep himself from going home or thinking about the argument. About the way you looked at him. About the things he said. About the shit he ruined for sure.

His thoughts are loud enough in his head, turning him deaf to everything else. He misses things he normally wouldn’t—things like suspicious shadows and warning shouts from another hero.

By the time Katsuki realizes what’s happening for what it is, the villain goes down easily enough—too easily. He curses himself for being so naive, so rash. He’s been fighting as a pro for years. He was a war veteran before he was even a legal adult, for crying out loud. Still, despite all that, the second Katsuki realizes something is wrong, it’s already too late.

The construction site groans around him—metal screeches against metal, and his head snaps upward. All he sees is the upper half of the structure collapsing before he loses his balance and collapses with it. 

“Shit—”

The explosion leaves his palms a fraction of a second too late, and he doesn’t go propelling forward the way he’s supposed to. The half-built building comes down, and Katsuki goes down with it. 

Then everything goes dark.

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It’s 2 AM when you see it on the news. Kirishima sends you a text asking if you’d heard what happened, and by the time you’ve spammed him with messages asking what the hell he was even talking about, he’s gone silent. Something in your gut knows that he’s not answering because he’s too busy rescuing. Too busy being a hero.

Your heart tells you that the person he has to be a hero to tonight just so happens to be Katsuki.

The first report you see hits the news at 2:13 AM. The anchor’s voice is as smooth and polished as ever as she delivers the words that send your whole world crumbling around you. 

“We are receiving breaking reports of a major incident involving Pro Hero Dynamight.”

The footage that floods the screen makes you fall to your knees and muffle your sobs behind a shaky palm—collapsed concrete and emergency responders and heroes rushing in and out of the wreckage. The camera zooms toward the ruined construction site, and Katsuki’s body is nowhere to be seen on the screen. You don’t quite know if that’s a good thing or bad.

“Dynamight was reportedly responding to a villain incident when a structural collapse occurred. We are told he is trapped beneath the rubble. Emergency responders are currently on the scene, conducting rescue operations.”

At 2:37 AM, the hospital gives you a call as his emergency contact. You’re sick to your stomach, not sure how you’ll make the drive there when Kirishima finally texts you again.

Kiri <3: I already told his parents. They’re on their way so don’t worry about it Kiri <3: One of my sidekicks is outside your apartment. They’ll drive you down there Kiri <3: I still have to handle the aftermath and finish patrol so I won’t be there I’m sorry Kiri <3: Keep me updated?

You: Don’t apologize Kiri idk what I’d do without u You: Thank you and pls be safe You: I’ll lyk things as soon as I find out

Kiri <3: Take it easy okay? Kiri <3: He’s come back from worse. It’ll be alright

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Kirishima’s sidekick gets you to the hospital efficiently, but you are still at your wits’ end by the time you can rush out of the passenger seat and bolt through the sliding doors.

Some part of you is grateful you didn’t have to drive here yourself because you know you would’ve sped dangerously over the limit, missed half the red lights, and probably would’ve gotten yourself pulled over. At the same time, you wish you could’ve been the one behind the wheel, just to get here faster.

“I’m here to see Kats—um, Dynamight,” you say in a rush. “Dynamight…I meant Dynamight.”

The woman at the front desk looks at you with a raised eyebrow, already typing away at her screen as she blandly says, “Valid ID, please.”

You curse under your breath, fumbling through your purse for your wallet, and then fumbling through your wallet for your ID like your hands suddenly don’t belong to your body anymore.

When you practically shove it toward her in your haste, she takes it too calmly for your racing heart and inspects it for a moment. Then looks at her screen. Then back to your ID. Then she types for what feels like an agonizing eternity before she finally hands the card back and says, “Fourth floor, room twelve. He’s stable, but he has some serious injuries that they’ll have to monitor and heal slowly due to his stamina—”

You’re already moving before she finishes. You’re bolting toward the elevators, heart slamming so hard it hurts. The ride up to the fourth floor is torturously slow. When you finally get out of the elevator, you’re halfway down the hallway before you even register the security guard stepping in front of you.

“ID.” Again. Of course. You suppose it is a good thing security is tight for the pro hero unit—even if it does add to your piling weight of anxiety. When you clumsily pull it yet again, he checks it for another cruelly long stretch of time, glancing between the card and the device in his hands before finally saying, “Go ahead.”

You’re already moving.

By the time you reach room twelve, your hands are shaking so badly you can barely hold yourself still. For a moment, you just stand there, frozen. Would Katsuki even want to see you? Is he fed up with you? Would you just make his already terrible night even worse?

You aren’t sure.

You don’t know why you’re in the predicament you’re in right now. You don’t know how you got here or why things escalated the way that they did. You don’t know what you do wrong to push his buttons the way you seem to, to upset him the way that he gets. You think you’re doing the right thing—that you’re doing what’s right for both of you—but somehow, you always seem to mess it up. Always seem to say the wrong thing. Always seem to ruin whatever good the two of you have managed to build between you.

But you love Katsuki, and if nothing else, you know that he loves you too, and you need to see him. So you force down the bile in your throat and push the door open. The first thing you notice when you see him is the bandages wrapped tightly around him. One arm heavily secured in a cast. Gauze lining his shoulder and collarbone that makes your stomach drop in a sick, immediate lurch. Machines hum quietly beside him, keeping track of his vitals.

You never see Katsuki hurt like this—he’s always been practically invincible when he’s on the field, always taking things down before they have a chance at even touching him. And then your brain, cruelly, supplies the thought: but he is not invincible. Not always.

“Katsuki,” you whisper, eyes already welling with tears.

He’s looking at you the second the door opens—but his tired eyes soften with relief, just a little, when they land on you. “You came,” he says, voice rough.

“Of course I came,” you say, sharper than you mean to. How could he think you wouldn’t? How far have you let things go that he could genuinely believe you wouldn’t show up for him? “What the hell happened?”

He sighs, almost embarrassed. “Just…work ‘n shit.”

You sniffle, and he lifts his good arm toward you. That’s all it takes. 

You’re at his side in an instant, squeezing into the small space beside him on the hospital bed and curling yourself against his chest. You’re careful not to disturb any of the machines surrounding him, but you can’t stop thinking about how wrong this feels. How you shouldn’t be the one being comforted right now. How he’s the one lying in a hospital bed, yet somehow he’s still the one rubbing your back and soothing your tears.

“I thought you were gonna die,” you sob. “I—I saw the rubble, and Kiri stopped texting back and...and I thought you got crushed.”

“M’not fuckin’ dying, babe,” he huffs, sounding mildly offended. “A stupid building isn’t killin’ me. That’s a dumbass way to go.”

“You don’t know that,” you shake your head. “You can’t promise that.”

“Listen—”

“And I was sitting there watching the news and thinking the last conversation I ever had with you was that stupid fight,” you continue, looking up at him with trembling lips.

His eyes soften. “I know, but—”

“And I don’t care about the argument anymore,” you say, your voice shaking harder now. “I don’t care about being right or winning or being apologized to first—I should’ve texted you, you’re right. You...you probably felt like I didn’t care, but I do. I care so much, and I love you more than anything.”

You take a breath that does absolutely nothing to steady you. Katsuki is trying to wipe your tears away with one weak arm.

“I love you too—”

“I just want you to talk to me,” you sob. “I know I’m annoying, and I nag and scold and get onto you all the time, and I’m trying not to do that as much—really, I am! But I just...I wish you’d tell me things, too. Y’know? I am the one person you’re supposed to do that with, Katsuki,” you add, your voice cracking all over again. “But sometimes, it feels like I’m the last person you want to do that with.”

His expression tightens. “That’s not—”

“And I want us to work because I’ve never liked someone so much—it stresses me out. Because I love you and I want this to work, and the thought of it not working makes me so anxious I wanna throw up, and...and you act like talking to me is harder than getting crushed under a fucking building—”

“Baby.” He squeezes your cheeks together and silences you as he pulls your face closer, pressing a kiss to your puckered lips. “You talk a lot, y’know that?”

You huff at him immediately, tears spilling down your cheeks even faster. “That is so rude, given the—”

“I’m sorry about the fight,” he interrupts. You pause, and he takes the opportunity to keep going, despite looking painfully uncomfortable the entire time. “And for...walkin’ out ‘n shit. That was fucked up. I don’t talk to you like I should. You’re right. S’weird for me, and I hate it sometimes. I don’t know how to just...say shit like you do. Okay?” He sighs. “But m’gonna try more because you’re right—I need to talk to you. But you gotta get outta your head so much—” He gives your forehead a small jab with his finger. You sniffle and swat his hand away with a watery scowl. It earns the faintest grin from him. “We’re gonna work,” he says. “’Cause we do. That’s all there is to it, okay?”

“But—”

“No buts,” he grumbles. “My ribs hurt. Jus’ let me be right.”

A watery laugh escapes you as you shake your head, cupping his bandaged face between your hands. “You’re really annoying sometimes, Katsuki.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “So are you. Still love you, though.”

“Me too,” you breathe, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. “Love you so much.”

He pulls you back down against his chest again, rubbing your back as you listen to the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. You trace small patterns into his shirt. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. And things are okay—they are not beyond repairing. You’ll inevitably annoy him tomorrow, and he’ll annoy you the day after that, but you’ll still work. You will still find a way to keep things good the way they always are.

After a few quiet moments, he mumbles, “Hey.” When you look up, he says, “When m’all healed and shit, you gotta force me to go grab ramen with my old man. On me.”

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Katsuki waits almost a month after being discharged from the hospital before he finally makes the call. He’s been trying to stall it for as long as possible, but Katsuki, even at the tender age of six, has always been a man (or boy) of his word. He’s standing alone on the balcony outside his apartment with his phone pressed to his ear, wondering if it’s too late to hang up before the call goes through.

It rings twice. Then his father’s voice is as gentle and cheery as ever. “Katsuki!” Masaru answers immediately. “Hi, son!”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey.”

His father laughs. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I got discharged, didn’t I? S’been a whole month.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re sounding just like your usual self,” his father says. Katsuki can hear the smile in his voice. “What’s up?”

“Nothin’.”

“Katsuki, you never call for just nothing.”

He groans, rubbing a hand over his face with a sigh—it’s now or never. He can’t keep stalling, and Katsuki is, and always has been, a man of his word. If he promised his father ramen over a stupid bet he made twenty years ago, then he’s going to get his father that ramen. Even if it kills his pride. Demolishes it, even.

“Listen, I was thinkin’...maybe we could grab food sometime.”

“That’s very kind of you,” Masaru hums. “Let me ask your mother when she’s free and—”

“Not the hag. S’just you,” he cuts in, rubbing at his temple.

“Oh?” Masaru sounds amused. “Well, okay. I suppose it’d be nice to spend some time as just father and son. What kind of food?”

Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose. Just say it. Just fuckin’ say it, his mind urges. Just rip the bandage off and say it. Say it. Say the damn word—he grits his teeth and forces out, “Ramen.”

There’s a pause on the other end. The silence stretches on long enough that Katsuki’s eye twitches.

“Ramen, huh?” Masaru finally says, and the way he says it makes a vein all but pop in Katsuki's forehead.

“Old man,” he says warningly, “don’t push it—”

He’s cut off when Masaru starts laughing. “I was wondering when this day would come.”

“Hah? You really kept that shit in your head for twenty years?”

“Of course I did. It was one of my favorite conversations I’ve ever had with you.”

“Why? ‘Cause you love bein’ fuckin’ right all the time?” Katsuki grumbles.

His father’s voice softens as he says fondly, “No. I just wanted you to find someone who made you as happy as your mother makes me. That’s all I wanted, son—for you to understand what being happy is like.”

The conversation is getting oddly sentimental, taking a turn that makes his chest feel strange, and his heart feel far too fragile. He hasn’t felt like this since after the war, and he doesn’t intend to sit with it any longer. So he mutters, “I still think Mom’s annoying. She yelled at me last week, so she never fuckin’ changes.”

Masaru laughs again. “No, she doesn’t.” Then, after a moment, “So, how does Saturday sound for some ramen?”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“Will my son be paying?”

Katsuki regrets this call more than anything when he says, “Yes. I’m fuckin’ paying.”

“You know, son,” Masaru murmurs, making Katsuki pause, “I’m glad you get it now. You’ve grown into a fine man.”

Katsuki swallows hard. He turns, eyeing you as you sleep soundly in your shared bed, hugging his pillow to make up for his absence. He can only hope that his father’s words are true—that he is a fine man to you, the way his father always has been to his mother. His eyes never leave your figure as he mutters, “Yeah, well…s’not like I had a bad example or somethin’.”

so anyway i had an argument with my bf the other day but he did not get into an accident and he did not get injured so dont worry. the argument was technically my fault, but im cute and he loves me so its okay <3

[simplybakugou]

love every second of this

[6x-x9]

-`♡´-Mischief after Missions with Choso..! ⋆ Canon AU ⋆ Art by: @!thatsallitchief

The mission wrapped up faster than either of you expected. Curses cleared, the area quiet once more and you felt that familiar heat pulsing between your thighs the whole way back through the trees. Choso walked just ahead of you, his broad shoulders tense under his robe, still riding the adrenaline high, and for the life of you, couldn't wait any longer.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him off the path into a shadowed clearing hidden by thick branches. The light barely reached here. Perfect. You backed him up against a sturdy tree trunk, your body pressing close. His hazel eyes widened, breath already quickening.

"Choso my pussy is so wet right now," you said bluntly, voice teasing and low. You watched his face flush instantly. His cock started hardening under the robe, thick and obvious, pressing against the fabric like it had been waiting for your words alone.

He swallowed hard, hands hovering at his sides. This was new territory. You had been "teaching" him these desperate acts bit by bit, and he was such a needy student. You slid your soaked panties down your legs, stepping out of them with a wicked little grin. The cotton gusset was drenched, dark with your juices.

You pushed him down till he sat, back against the tree as you settled onto his thick thigh, straddling it firmly. Your bare cunt pressing right against his rigid skin, slick and hot, then you started grinding slowly, rubbing your pussy along his leg, clit dragging with every roll of your hips. A messy wet trail glistened on the tensed muscles as you soaked him. Your hand slipped under the fabric of his robe, bunched up to his waist, then tugged his boxers down. Finding his throbbing cock, already leaking, hard and thick under the soft pads your fingers.

You wrapped your hand around him firmer and stroked slow, feeling every vein, every sticky inch. Precum spilling from his plump tip then over your palm, making the glide filthy and wet. Choso whimpered softly, hips twitching up into your grip.

"Fuck... that feels..." he breathed, words trailing off into another whimper.

You kept grinding your cunt on his thigh, clit catching just right, while your hand worked his fat cock. Up n' down, twisting at the head, thumbing his leaking slit. His precum coated everything, dripping down your wrist now. The sounds were so wet, skin on skin in the quiet of the night.

He started getting louder, those pretty whimpers turning into needy moans that echoed a little too much. You pulled your hand back for a second, fingers leaving his throbbing length. He whined at the loss, cock jumping in the air.

You reached for your soaked panties, holding them up. The gusset shone with your pussy juice. You spread it open with your index and middle fingers, showing him the mess.

"Open your mouth," you said, voice sweet and mean. "Open cho you're making too much noise."

He obeyed instantly, lips parting, eyes hazy with want. You shoved the soaked cotton into his mouth along with your two fingers. He sucked at them greedily, tongue swirling around the wet fabric and your digits, tasting your tangy-sweet juices. His muffled groan vibrated against your skin.

Your other hand resumed stroking his cock again, faster now, thumb pressing into his slit and tracing the veins along the thick shaft. You kept grinding your pussy on his thigh the whole time, hips rolling, clit throbbing with every slick slide. He looked like such a mess. Drooling around your panties and fingers, head lolled back against the tree, eyes half shut in bliss. His cheeks were flushed dark, hair sticking to his forehead.

You gave him that mean little smile, your own pussy soaking his thigh even more, clit pulsing as you chased your pleasure. "Good boy. Sucking on my dirty panties while I jerk your pretty cock. You love it, don't you?"

Choso could only nod frantically, sucking harder, muffled cries spilling out around the cotton. His hips bucking into your fist, cock swelling thicker in your grip. You stroked him through it, relentless and slow, feeling him throb.

The next second he was cumming hard in your hand, thick ropes of cum spilling out in heavy pulses. Lots of it, coating your fingers, dripping down his shaft in messy streaks. His muffled cries grew louder, body shaking as he kept sucking your panties and fingers like a desperate thing.

You milked every drop, then slowly pulled your fingers from his mouth, leaving the soaked panties stuffed in. You brought up your cum-covered hand up and licked it clean, tongue dragging over your fingers with a soft hum. Choso watched for a second before closing his eyes tight, too overstimulated, a fresh whimper escaping around the gag.

You leaned in, kissing his temple gently while your hips slowed on his thigh. Already your mind spun ahead to the next mission. You would make him suffer so much more then. Edge him longer, tease him meaner, maybe even ride him right there in the field if you felt like it.

For now you just smiled, pressing your wet cunt against his leg one last time. "Such a good lesson, Choso. Next time... I have so many more things to teach you."

[9x-x6]

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[tonycries]

TEARS

Synopsis. First time trying to get you pregnant? You’re lucky it’s only one (for now.)

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, bréeding, matíng presses, creampíes, cúmplay, they’re FÉRAL, spítting, manhandIing, p sIapping, p talking, marathons, overstím, making them whímper, CEO!Nanami, good husbands, rough s, fuIl neIsons, Unckuna, GOJO’S POWERS, breaking the bed, running from it, mentions of kids, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. HEHEHEH

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Run!

You’re clawing at the mahogany headboard above you, you’re fisting your dampened sheets. You’re dragging your nails down Toji’s muscular back and the only thing he does is snicker-

“Heh, don’t run, doll. Come back-” You gulp- something he feels under his palm as he grips onto your pretty throat and draaaaags you back into him. Into his hips.

Your overworked bed frame creaks as he’s back to slipping his swollen shaft between your folds. So thick n’ hot—Toji feels you clenching ‘round him and he grins, such a devilish smile. He squeezes your airway when your mouth drops open in a silent moan. “Don’t wanna wake the kids now, do we?”

“N-no…” You’re furiously shaking your head.

Trying your very best to stay quiet with Megumi and Tsumiki down the hall, and Toji right here trying to give them a younger sibling.

Aching till he gives them a younger sibling- “Mmm, d’you want a girl or a boy, mama?”

“Wh-wha–oh fuck.” As if it was even possible, your maw gapes further ajar- maybe at the feeling of him sinking inside even deeper, maybe the feeling of his thick cock bulging even further at his own line of questioning. The mere thought.

But Toji’s taking it all in stride, he’s peering over in his rude mating press so he can purse his scarred lips. Spitting in-between you wobbly lips, “Mmm, does that help, doll?” 

And each of his thrusts strike the very end of your pussy, so hard that your head simply can’t stop bobbing and nodding. The sheer recoil. 

“Yeah? It does?” He’s teasing anyway, fully knowing the effect he has on you. Toji then hunches back ever-so-slightly, doing the same with your thoroughly wet pussy and listening as your squelching slurps grow even louder after each one of his thrusts. “Mhmmm, worked here, too. Now why don’t you- hah, answer my question, huh? Both of you?”

Both you and your sultry pussy.

You were just ruined. “What question- oh, fuck-” Just because your voice was pitching up shrilly, he’s tightening his hold on your neck. 

Planting out a few more solid bashes against your tiniest orifices inside before hissing. “Awww, c’mon- don’t wanna let them hear, remember?” Toji had dipped his voice into something so low, just for you to hear. “Shhhh, my wife. Quiet.”

“Q-quiet.” You nod.

“Cute.” He whispers out, almost like he didn’t mean to. And then Toji’s bludgeoning out a few loooong sloppy drags against your walls, his sappy precum pouring out in waves- he fills you up from the inside and makes it impossible to ignore the sinful noises emanating from your cunt.

Squeezing your throat as if that’ll help- more like he was trying not to fucking cum just from the sheer noises. Holding himself together. His other hand gropes the side of your hips and pulls you back, “Now- quietly, tell me what you want—girl or boy?”

Sobbing, “I don’t- I don’t even-”

“No preference?” He raises a dark brow, hips hitting yours with the pointed smack of skin-on-skin. Hard enough that the skin everywhere on his toned pelvis reddened. Stinging.

And then with a few more vulgar thrusts that leave you completely dumbified, he’s turning his partly-closed eyes down to your glistening wet pussy. Your folds all coated in a sheen of syrup, pried apart as he drills in his girth maddeningly. “Then, what about you, cutie?”

“Wh-who…” It takes you a few sultry seconds to realize that he’s talking down to your pussy. Nodding along to each slurp and clamp like he knew exactly what the puffy core in-between your legs was talking about.

And that’s when Toji chuckles with another wad of his glittery spit hitting your cunt, slipping down as he hums. “She told me she wanted both, mama.”

He sounded so utterly proud of that fact.

And he was fucking you like it, too. Just rough, hard pushes of his crowned cock that make you clench your teeth. Sweat glides down the side of his temple as he jostles you deeper into the mating press, his forehead sticking to yours, shaggy bangs tickling your skin.

Toji’s long, pinkish tongue slips out to lick at the salty dewdrops of tears streaming out of your eyes, and he murmurs. “Then I’ve- hah, I’ve gotta give my lovely wife what she wants, hm? Gotta fuck twins into her now?”

“Sh-shit—” You’re whining out, holding onto the front of your core as you feel heated sparks start to make their way through your every vein. “Twins- oh.”

“Mhm-” And if this was any other moment then he’d be teasing you on just how cute you were when you were dumbified like this. Speechless. “Two of them- gotta make- make Megs a big brother, huh?” Toji spits between your lips in an open-mouthed kiss and rams his bulged, red tip into you so deeply, bottoming out against your cervix and still pushin’ like he wanted to go even deeper. “Two of them…for now.”

“What do you mean f-for now?” You’re squealing stupidly, feeling his prominent veins zig-zag across your g-spot. Making you see white like it took absolutely no effort. 

And you didn’t have to think about anything else, of course.

Toji smiles, his overlarge palm pressing down on your front to keep you still as he pumps out one- two- three more thudding hits to both your g-spot and your cervix. And that’s just about all it takes for you to plummet into your high, seeing white - and you’re unsure whether it’s from the raw force of your high, or from Toji’s own splattering orgasm.

He’s shoving his lengthy cock in deep, keeping his geysering orifice angled straight into your womb as he streams out in ivory syrup. Looooooong gluey ribbons that splash ‘round your insides, creating a sticky white layer. 

And you’re just fucked - literally. 

Through each peak of your high, again and again he pinpoints your most tender crevices just so you’re shaking and cute under his touch. His mating press that he’s slouching you into, his muscular weight leaning in, panted breath scorching the side of your ears.

You could feel Toji stuffing you full all the way to the brim, his probing cock scouring your every hidden spot.

“It m-means, doll-” His voice wavers, and by the dazed look in his eyes, you’re unsure whether he’s talking to you or your pussy still. Thrusting, barely even pulling out, “-that twins are gonna be the last of what you hafta worry about.”

And as he starts sloppily increasing his pace, his palm rovers over to cover your whiny mouth. Before any of your older kids could hear. “So how ‘bout we try for triplets, hm?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Dad(dy) material.

“Fuck, darling…” Nanami’s stern lips tremble, and a slick line of drool drips lecherously from one end. 

You don’t think he even notices it as he’s slapping the reddened, bulbous end of his cock down between your pussylips. Just letting the creamy liquid of his cum pour out and slide between your folds, “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

And, really, what were you doing to him?

It’d been an off-hand mention of it- honestly. Just a half-joke that his employees had been wondering out loud to you when their all-serious, all-sensible CEO might be having kids. How soft he’d be.

And you can’t deny that the idea intrigued you, as well…

So that’s how you found yourself bent into the meanest mating press possible underneath him. One wooden leg of your bed nearly sagging on one side after so many hours that he had you pliably taking his big, fat cock. 

“Oh- oh, I know.” He puffs out through the cracked line of mouth, “You’re gonna make me a daddy aren’t you, my wife?” Just talking so filthy.

“I- shit, so that’s what-”

Breathily, “Mhm, m’fucking addicted. Forgive me, my love. But it seems I can’t- stop-”

And once again and again, he’s pumping out a slippery sheen of his ivory syrup. Coating your pussy from both the inside and the outside before his bulging cockhead starts sinking in again.

“O-oh my god, it feels so—” You’re whining out at how good it feels, just the sheer stretch of his wide circumference rendering your head all dizzy. You claw down Nanami’s muscular back with your head thrown back lewdly, “-shit, are you sure it hasn’t taken yet, Kento?”

“No-” No, he wasn’t sure. Fuck, he doesn’t know if he can even think right now- but his pure, animal instincts just kept on telling him to shovel his rude cock back into your treacly orifice.

He wanted to mold his pure size into you bashin’ against the spongy layer of your cervix until you swear you could feel him poking near your damn lungs. Nanami gulps, pushing up his fogged glasses to see you better. “And neither one of us are walkin’ out of here until it does. I apologize if it gets a little…rough.”

“I already think it’s more than rough right now, ngh—” You sob, your tongue simmering with saliva as he pushes in. 

“Oh yeah?” And if you didn’t know any better than you’d have said that your husband almost sounded proud about that fact. “So does that mean you can take even more, darling…?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, “Wh-what do you mean- oh.”

Then Nanami’s flipping the two of you over so that his ripped body is laid out on his back. Your unstable legs straddling his waist, your glistening cunt leaving a snailtrail of slick n’ cum that makes both of you shiver. Dripping wet. Overspilling. 

And before you can get out another word - another syllable - he’s fucking up into you from beneath. Long, dragging glides of his veiny shaft up n’ down your walls- “Dinner-” He pecks your lips sweetly, “-and a show, hm?”

You sob, your voice hitching at the back of your throat at the way his plump, puckered cockhead was scouring every inch inside you. Harder. Faster. “Sh-shit you’re reaching even deeper like this, baby.”

“I know.” Nanami gruffly responds- another innocent kiss, another bash of his rock-hard cock. And his roughened palm slides down your front, almost as if he was soothing the mess he’s making of you from the inside, from above. “Tha’s the entire point, my wife. And you can, mmm, take it, right? You can t-take my cock?”

“I- oh.”

“Yeahhhh, of course you can. Don’t tap out yet, darling. If we really wan’ our daughter—” He’s cooing, pressing down lightly on the inflated bulge he’d fucked into you. Your puffy pussy was just sopping wet, “Look, she’s almost there. Just gotta give me a daughter, honey. Just oooone more f’me, alright?”

“O-one?”

“Mhm—”

At that point you can only bawl out your noises of pleasure, Nanami Kento had made you orgasm for each and every round he’d spent trying to breed your pretty cunt.

And he’s not going to let that stop.

He’s thrusting his plump cock up into you even harder, he’s muttering underneath his breath fucking baby names as he did so. He’s letting your ajar maw bite down onto one of his strong, veined forearms, muffling out. “Please- one more o-one more-”

Again and again.

As Nanami spurts out a milky line of precum that dribbles into your womb, you’re feeling yourself topple over the edge- a high that you didn’t even see coming. 

And you ride out your wave of bliss as best you can on top of him. Of course, your husband’s always there to help, too– always there to push his blushin’ tip against your sweetest spots, always dragging out your zapping high with his strokes.

But your poor pussy was so overstimulated by this point that this high doesn’t last as long as your first few did. Just a startling flash of euphoria that leaves your thighs quaking in its aftermath.

You blink down tearily just in time to catch the way that Nanami’s lips gape, all your clenching n’ trembling having left your pussy sploshing out a few of the wads of cum he’d fucked in before. He rovers his thumb down the line of your slit, pushing a few of them in, hooking the edge inside and making your head throw back.

“Well…” He starts off- and not only is he making your ears buzz with his filthy promises, Nanami pounds up into you at an even more accelerating pace of his pummeling length. He reaches over in mere nanoseconds towards your bedside table. Quickly producing his formal work tie that he uses to pin your wrists back, tying.

“I can’t promise that it’ll be only one more.” Nanami puffs out in confession, pussydrunken eyes nearly fluttering shut, cock flinching. Still rock-hard. “How about…two kids, my darling?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - HARD

Geto Suguru was fucking you hard.

Rough.

And you didn’t know what to do other than smack your hand down on the top of your bed’s headboard and hold on for dear life. A thin layer of perspiration on your skin leaving you slippin’ with your grip.

You try to hike your thighs up higher, almost as if in an attempt to run from the bludgeoning fatness of his girth. All slicked up with syrup n’ cum from the rounds prior and pushing against your every drivelling orifice-

“Ah ah-” Geto’s thoroughly hoarse voice from above echoes against your ears, enough to send shivers skittering down your spine before he’s attaching one hand to your throat and pulling you back. “Where are we going, gorgeous?”

“I don’t-” You’re hiccuping out, sobs cracking at the back of your throat. “I don’t even know-”

He gruffly chuckles, planting his pierced slit all ‘round your insides. That Prince Albert’s piercing of his was just so sinfully cold against your heated insides. “Mhmm, because you’re going nowhere, riiight?” 

“Y-yes- fuck!”

Honestly, it was just so cute how you were fucked dumb after all these hours. After all this time past that one cult meeting where a member had mentioned a successor to the mantle of leader—and, after you, Geto had briefly entertained the idea of…an heir. 

One that was constantly being illustrated in his mind as he’s plummeting his long, veiny cock into you. Such a sloppy staccato that slaps n’ slaps his thighs against yours, his v-line against your ass. 

His reddened tip swabbing wetly across your cervix and- and you could feel him throb primally at the thought of fucking an heir into you. His pretty pink lips curving up into a smile, “Good.” Softly - almost mockingly kissing the side of your head - he whispers. “Because you’re not leaving this bed unless s’carrying my child, my wife.”

Fuck- you two weren’t even married, yet. Merely engaged.

So overstimulated by now that he couldn’t stop himself from babbling, each jackhammer of his more vicious than the last. He sticks his veined shaft against the roof of your cunt and heads directly for your g-spot, where he could feel you clenching after each sloppy drag. 

“Remember- remember, the momma’s gotta cum, too.” Geto giggles out, his long raven hair tickling down your spine. “One more f’me, gorgeous.”

You shrill out, “I don’t- fuck! I don’t even know if I can-”

“And I don’t, either.” That lil’ strawberry-colored divot on the middle of his cockhead flinches, more and more wispy strings of precum pouring out each second. 

But that didn’t stop him. Wouldn’t.

And his extended, slender fingerpads slide between your wet pussylips. Latching onto your sensitive clit, he rolls his thumb over it a few times- sending sparks simmering from between your jittery legs. “But that’s not gonna stop me. C’mon, gorgeous, don’t you wanna make me a daddy?”

“I-I—”

“Don’t you wanna give me a lil’ daughter that looks juuuust like you?” He’s spitting from between the gaps of his snarl. “A lil’ cutie to spoil? To doll up? To cook for? To take to school while you rest, my wife?”

You’re moaning, bulbous tears streaming down your cheeks at this point from how roughly you were being manhandled underneath him. How much of his cum was sploshing ‘round inside. How sensitive you were. 

Geto has one hand on your hips to help you fuck back into him after the recoiling force of his thrusts, his other holding onto your neck and further dragging you backwards. Further tuggin’ on your limp body so he can let your maw hang ajar, so he can spit. “S-so that—” He grunts, as if he was continuing his conversation from just earlier, as if you weren’t just dizzy on his cock already. Limbs twitching. “-so that your husband can come home then n’...fuck another one into you?”

He was just so filthy.

And maybe it’s his words, maybe it’s the way he’s fucking you precisely like he means those words- but you’re then bursting into your nth high of the night.

So ruined on his aching, raving cock that you can’t do anything but whimper out a little- “Y-yes, please- yes…fuck! M’cumming.” You’re sobbing as you do so, the peaks of your orgasm feeling more like sudden surges of electricity.

Just mere tingles by now—but they take over your clouded mind so sinfully that you barely even notice the way that Geto’s cumming, too.

The curvaceous edge of his crown flinches just a bit, puckered up against the very door to your womb as he reaches his orgasm. Twitching once. Twice. Thrice. Before his shaft lets out nothing but the tiniest white droplet of cum - Geto Suguru was cumming dry.

And he was losing his mind over the fact.

One hand of his lifting off of your neck and slithering down to his heavy, oversensitive balls. He’s massaging them lightly, just squeezing out any drop of his sappy seed he could into your cunt. 

Unable to fill you up, he stirs around his clingy wads of cum from before. Coating your cute innards in a gloss of white, Geto groans, “Milked me all dry, didn’t you? Fuh-fuck, we really are gonna make such a cute lil’ daughter, gorgeous.”

And then he’s pulling out with the loudest, more lecherous squelch that you’ve ever heard in your life. 

Quickly plugging up your tired orifice with his fingerpads as he flips you over with one hand. Geto pushes back in the sheeny film of slick n’ cum that dribbled out of your pussy, and then throws your legs over his broad, muscular shoulders.

Your thighs against his washboard abs, his pecs. Your knees hitting your sore tits.

You’ve barely enough brain cells at the moment to realize that Geto had pushed you into a damn mating press. 

And you swear your skin gets hit with a barrage of his too-sensitive tears. His lips softly pecking yours, he swabs his overstimulated cock back inside. Inside and inside, he fills you up filthily with his glazed length- so long that it’s like he was never-ending.

One of his palms comes down to lovingly pat your tummy- now inflated with so much cum filled up. Smirking, “But I g-guess there’s only one way to make sure, huh, my wife?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “B-breeding kink?”

Your boyfriend stares up at you cutely; his long lashes blinking, just the top half of his face visible over where he’d stuffed himself in your tits, body draped above.

“Mhmmm—” You’re purring out- and maybe it’s the tone of your voice, maybe it’s the way you’re staring at him, but he simply can’t help but rut his half-hardened cock against your thighs already. “I think you have a breeding kink, Cho.”

A furious blush coats his handsome cheekbones, “Of course not.” He mumbles, staring away as he’s brushin’ his bulged erection against your wetting core. “So are you saying I want to b-breed you…?”

“Exactly.”

“That’s ridiculous, baby.” Grumbling, he’s pushing himself further into your mounds of flesh. Letting his spit-drivelled mouth open up to catch on one of your nipples and suck. “I don’t want to get you…well, I wouldn’t mind…if I did, ngh-”

“F-fuck, Choso.” You’re whining, feeling his heated length start twitching wildly against your entrance.

And he’s still babbling away to himself, still unaware- “Though, I do want kids, I…” Moving on pure animal instinct. “I would then hafta fuck this pretty pussy all p-pregnant first, wouldn’t I?” 

And before you know it (before even he knows it) he’s just barely smearin’ apart your panties- and with it, your puffy folds. Letting the large, bulbous end of his shaft ease inside with a sigh. 

It’s just so natural having his incredible size fill you up like this, and you can feel your thighs quiver. Hips starting to buck for more n’ more friction that he easily stops with a hand running down your front. 

Feeling for his thick cylindrical outline as he sinks iiiiiinside–“Y-you, oh.” And then Choso’s snapping his woozy head down to stare at just how glistening wet you were just from the conversation prior. Jus thow rock-fucking-hard he was. “This doesn’t prove, ngh, anything…”

“Mhmm—” You’re fluttering your lashes up at him, just the way he likes.

And oh, if you were going to play it that way then he could, too. Suddenly thrusting in just a few more of his solid inches, his puckered cockhead swabs your gooey insides and leaves you reeling.

“S-see?” Choso wrenches out a primal groan from the back of his throat, pushin’ your pussylips so far apart to take his sheer girth that it makes you whine. The sheer raw stretch making you see stars. “I don’t have a ngh, breeding kink.” 

His hand then flattens down further on top of your stomach, putting pressure on where his ruddied, swollen shaft was spearing through. “I don’t wanna f-fill you up until it-” Harder. “-leaks out of you. I don’t wanna-”

You nearly don’t hear the rest of his sentence because he’s hitting you with a sloppy jackhammer so hard that it makes your eardrums pop! 

But, luckily for you, it seemed that Choso was struggling, too. Having trouble enunciating his words so he had to gnaw down on the insides of his cheek to murmur, “-don’t wanna kiss that pretty womb of yours with my, mmm, cock.” Faster. His heavy balls clench, “Don’t wanna give you a kid or two or four or…” And a thin line of drool slides down the side of his lips. “Seven.”

Seven?

And it felt like Choso was completely and utterly pussydrunk by now.

Not even bottomed-out yet, but he was still probin’ into you again and again with his rapid, aching half-thrusts. Like every second he wasn’t inside you hurt him, and so the only thing he could do was to push apart your sheeny thighs further and let his flared cocktip kiss every ounce of your insides. 

You put your hands on top of where one of his was mapping out his mazin’ girth, on top of your tummy. And that makes him think…

Every cubic centimeter of his scraping with his puffy veins - somehow needier than usual for some reason - and it made his mind wander to an image of you all round n’ glowing with pregnancy.

With his kid.

“F-fuck.”

Choso’s husky voice breaks, and you think that you might as well. Because in that very moment he’s slamming his toned hips into yours, explosive, just like the way he’s hitting the back of your syrupy pussy with a sudden pap! of skin-on-skin.

Bottomed-out.

Filling you out

Cumming—and he doesn’t know whether it’s from having all your velvety walls surrounding every inch of him, or whether he was simply too far gone on the thought of breeding you all sloppy. But he thinks he’s squirting out the hardest orgasm of his entire life, and he’s not even stopping to register it for longer than a split-second before he’s fucking every creamy wad inside you.

Again and again.

His slick, slobbering orifice sticks into your tiniest crevices and fills them up with so much of his ivory syrup. And each time you’re trying to bounce your hips upwards to meet him, Choso only pins you down and makes you take it.

Every single drop. 

“Fine, m-maybe-” He sheepishly whines out, and you catch one side of his puffy lips tilt upwards. And almost as if to muffle his embarrassment, he throws himself back in-between the valley of your tits. “Maybe I do have a breeding kink, baby.” He admits.

That was understating it.

He was fucking you like he’s trying to leave you speechless, leave you pregnant. With his veiny cock swatting every side of your walls and stirring your sweet insides, he’s bruising himself against the doorway to your womb.

And oh- you’re suddenly realizing that the way he’s suckling on your sensitive areolas might not be out of shyness after all. But rather a temptation to see whether he’d be able to draw milk.

“T-told you so—” You’re mewling out through the slight gasps and spanks of his cock thrashing against your cervix. “Told you you have a breeding kink, baby.”

His furious cock twitches at the very words. The entire length of him stuffing you so good that you were overspilling gluey white ringlets of his own cum.

Ones that he can’t stand to see go to waste.

Ones that he’s reaching down to plug back in with his doughy fingertips, Choso brushes his ringed digits against your clit just as he does so. “So…about those seven kids, my baby…”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - UNC?!

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t think it would affect him so much.

In fact, he didn’t even think it would affect him at all. Why should it?

It was just your average stroll in your average store on an average day babysitting that damn brat (Yuji.) That’s when an elderly couple had cooed at your ‘little family’ and told Sukuna that his ‘son’ looked just like him…

…and that’s when Sukuna nearly left Yuji at the store to drag you home- dropping the kid off at Jin’s before he hauled you back to your apartment, splintered the door with how fast he shut it, pushed you down on the fucking threshold right then and there.

“F-fuck, ngh-” You’re gasping, your fingers gripping the carpeted floor as he’s nudgin’ aside your skirt and panties. “Kuna, what’s gotten into- hngh.” And whatever sentence on the tip of your tongue withers at the feeling of him spitting out a fat wad of saliva that slicks down your pussylips. 

Smearin’ it right down your crevice before he leans in- washboard abs against your back, mouth by your ear. “Nothing.” The globed end of his rock-hard cock kissing your entrance wetly.

Just loooong slips n’ slides that make you moan at the feeling of his wet precum webbing up your orifice. “B-but it can’t be nothing because you’re so-”

“S-said it’s nothing, brat.” And, oh, did he just stutter? 

You have no clue- because the very next moment, Sukuna’s shoving in the throbbing girth of his cock. Letting his plump, creaming tip swab its way through your insides, he’s so damn swollen with need that your walls stretch out maddeningly.

And, before you know it, he’s drilling into you like a madman.

“Oh- oh-” The side of your cheek presses against the floor, spit drooling out in a puddle underneath. And each time he’s carressin’ your soft walls with his veins it makes your voice whimper out shrilly. “No something’s- hck! something’s happened-”

“Nothing’s happened…” He’s groaning out, forcefully pressing his weight into you from behind so that his honed divot drags across the roof of your cunt n’ splits you greedily open.

Fuck- he could feel just how wet you were getting with how much deeper he went. Even deeper.

Again and again.

Long, rapid strokes that set your teeth on edge every time you’re feeling the thickened, solid inches of his cock. And, sure, your boyfriend was rude and he fucked even ruder- but right now, it was in such rapid-fire strokes that your eyes damn near popped out of your sky. “There’s- mmm, there’s definitely something.” You just didn’t know why; harder than usual, more feverish. 

A particularly hard jackhammer that leaves your mind dizzy at the volume of squishy, syrupy precum swirlin’ around your insides. “Ya think?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that he was fucking you almost animalistically. He pounds you into the ground like he’s trying to make your body remember the pattern of the carpet- unable to even make it to the bed- unable to even tease you as he usually would. 

Unable to do anything but glue his swole, sweetened tip against your cervix and watch you whine. “Oh- oh my god-”

“Heh, ‘Kuna’s’ just fine, mama.” Ah, there was his usual mean talk. But you can’t help but note that something in his gruff baritone sounded more…raspy. More ruined.

And Sukuna’s biting his pearly-white canines into the shell of your ear like he’s trying to stop that lecherous tremble of his voice. Trying to stop himself from speaking his next words- “Or- or how’d you think about- hah…the father of your kids?”

“Oh-” Spittle drips from your mouth like a gloss now. And your jaw drops as your fuzzy brain finally connects the dots: of what occurred at the store just earlier, and…this.

The way that Sukuna’s large, bulging tip throbs at the mere idea. He’s catching the realization in your hazed peripherals and shovelling his long cock into you even deeper to stop you from saying a word about him. “Yeah? Yeah? Ya like that- hah, idea, brat?” He’s hissing, grumbling. “So what if I fuck a kid into ya, hm? One that looked just like me?”

Your entire body shivers, goosebumps raising at the notion. “Sh-shit is that what you want, Kuna?” Babbling stupidly, your pupils criss-cross with every sloppy drag of his prolonged length. “To get me pregnant now?”

“What I want?”

Something in the way he says it almost makes it sound like he’s seething. Like he’s in disbelief, Sukuna thrusts up into you so hard that the curve of his ballsack hits your treacly cunt with a pointed thwack! 

And he’s poking into you so deeeeeply, longingly bruising his vein-covered shaft against your every hidden cranny. “Mama- oh, mama, you have no fucking idea.” Then he holds onto your waist and angles your hips just right to smack-smack-smack your g-spot with his flared ridge. “I don’t wanna just get ya pregnant, silly girl.”

“Oh- ngh.”

“I can’t stop until I get ya pregnant.” Manhandling your spine to arch into his plush, puckered pecs. It wasn’t just enough to have his cock repeatedly bashing in your womb, he snaked up one hand and bent you backwards into him. So your head lolled behind you, and his mouth crashed into yours- “I need to. Need to fill you all up. Fuck you all full with my first kid. Have you be called ‘mama.’ To have a cute lil’ son that looks, heh, just like me. I can’t- can’t—”

The globular crown of his shaft pulses, hotly-red and glistening with so much of your slick. Wadded pre that streams out in place of cum (for now.) One of his hands slither down to cup your slickly glimmering pussy, pinching your clit with thick fingerpads.

“S-soon we’ll have to go back to the store.” Letting off a splosh of stringy precum that spurts out with a primal squelch. Almost a premonition.

“W-we do?”

And then he’s letting out a small gurgling sound that nearly sounded like a whimper. “Mhm, in about nine months so they’ll really be able to see my kid.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Quiet ones…

“M-maybe a son with your personality, pretty.” Ino drawls out, spittle lining his pouty, puffy mouth. “And a d-daughter with my cursed energy- oh, maybe another son, too…”

You don’t know what’s gotten into him.

But he’s certainly pumping himself into you, again and again. With his ruddied, glistening tip swabbin’ your tight orifices- and after each stroke he only seemed to be getting more honest. More pussydrunk.

Gurgling out primally from the back of his throat, “And then oh, I hope they all have your p-pretty eyes and your pretty smile.” Ino damn near giggles euphorically at the thought, his hands groping underneath your ass cheeks to pull you in closer. “But they’d be the cutest kids ever if they look anything like you, sweetness.”

“Oh, f-fuck, Taku—” You’re throwing your head back, nails digging into where they were clasped on his deltoids. “You’re so serious-”

“I am.” Leaning in. Gravely. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You’re struggling to get out, through the sheer pressurized force of his constant hits. And they were just so accurate, too, just spearheading against your g-spot with the globed edge of his shaft. “I th-thought you were hah- half-joking-”

“I’m dead fucking serious, pretty.” Ino’s molten eyes widen, pink lips tilting upwards. “You’re not leaving this bed until I get you pregnant.”

That’s what it was - that’s what it was supposed to be. Just a joke where you’d pondered out loud that you n’ him would make some cute kids.

You just didn’t think it’d end up with you in a damn mating press of all things- with your limp limbs sliding down the small of his toned waist. Ones that he’s promptly pulling upwards even tighter, shovelling his bulging tip with a wet thwack! “Yeah…cute…the cutest kids.” Almost like a damn mantra, he’s repeating it over and over.

He could already see it - with you all round n’ glowing, or you holding a kid that looked like the perfect mixture of the two of you, you underneath him trying to stay quiet as you beg for another one-

“O-oh-” His sweaty head drops, falling into the crook of your neck with a groan. And Ino’s gliding a hand down your front, his pearly whites biting into your skin just to stop himself from cumming right then and there. “Have you thought about baby names a-already?”

“Baby names?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, “Right now?”

“Mhmmm, we’re gonna need enough for every kid m’gonna fuck into ya, pretty.” Ino’s large brown eyes nearly beg, plead. 

He’s fucking upwards into you like he’s daring you to get a word in edgewise, just planting the cutest squelching kisses at the back of your pussy. Once. Twice. Thrice. “And t-trust me-” So pussydrunk by now that he couldn’t stop stuttering, he presses down on that lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you. “-we’re gonna need a lot of baby names.”

You didn’t doubt it.

Not one single bit. Ino’s swollen, ruddied tip squirts out a few lines of precum that wetly wash down the sides of your cunt, dribbling out in a glistening ring across his base. “And I take it that y-you’ve already picked out a few?”

“Oh, sweetness, I’ve picked out about ten.” He’s murmuring- more to himself as he runs through a few: Hikaru? Ayumi? He’s going through his list and reaching about Kaoru before he’s catching the way your mouth shapes around the name voicelessly.

As if you were in disbelief- oh, was he saying all that out loud?

He doesn’t feel a single shred of regret at that. In fact, he’s only tunneling his long, veiny cock into you even further to dumbify you enough to stop you from thinking, spank after spank of his incredible hips that leave your eyes heart-shaped, and your mouth drooling.

To which he softly kisses the dampened corner of your lips, and then spits.

“But, of course- you’ll be the one p-picking them out, sweetness.” Lovingly cooing down at you, Ino grits his teeth as he feels your clamping get even greedier. Needier. Closer. Almost until it was hard for him to pull out after each recoiling thump against your cervix, “Momma’s always gonna have first pick after, hngh, all.”

He’s then slithering a free hand down to pinch your perky clit, sending sparks running up your spine.

You’re bawling from both pairs of your lips, “I-is that so?”

“Mhmm—you don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing. Okay, pretty?” Just drawling out, with sloppy drag after drag that he’s honing out to hit your sweetest spots perfectly. “Just gotta t-take everything I give-” At that very moment he’s splashin’ out a particularly voluminous wad of buttery pre. 

Letting it swirl around in time with the way he rolls circles on the top of your clit. Again and again.

Ino plugs up the end of your pussy with all his syrup- as if a precursor for something more, something later. “Just gotta get p-pregnant. And then m’gonna take gooood care of you, pretty. Gonna massage you, spoil you, soothe you, anything you e-ever want. Take care of our lil’ ones, too.” And then he’s hitting your g-spot so hard, your clit so hard in a sudden spank. “And then m’gonna hafta ask you for another, please?”

He’s asking you for another while not even having become a father to your first.

Yet.

And at that very moment you’re hitting your sudden high, Ino’s cock pumping a few splatters of creamy cum as you do. Again and again and again- he’s been holding back for soooo fucking long. And he can focus on making your high the best it’s ever been on your next round- right now, he’s more concentrated on stuffing every inch of your womb with his cobwebs of cum.

Splattered everywhere, drenching the sheets underneath in an ivory puddle as you clench.

You feel him hit your g-spot at a precise peak of your own orgasm and you gasp- “I-I think it might just- ngh-” Feeling his sploshing waves dribble in and out, get thrusted furiously in and out. “-have taken…really.”

“Oh?” Ino pants, his hazy eyes nearly closed in his bursting high. And even as he fucks you thoroughly through your wave of bliss n’ leans back, you could still feel the ribbons of his sap stream outwards. Like it’s never-ending. “S’that so? Good.”

And lovingly - so lovingly - Ino plummets his bulbous cocktip against your womb.

“So…baby names?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - HEIR!

“G-get pregnant-”

“Toru, ngh-”

“Fuck, I need you to get pregnant, sweetheart.” In the dimness of your bedroom (the lights had long since shattered, the power in this entire ward of Tokyo gone) Gojo leans in and you swear the sides of his blue eyes have lightning bolts flickering out of them.

Pure fucking desperation.

He’s caressing his trembling hand down your body first and then his, letting the cool wave of reverse cursed energy mend any injuries possible. And he utters- “I don’t just want it.” Even closer. “I need it.”

Something at the back of the strongest’s voice breaks, and you feel goosebumps take over your skin.

“F-fuck.” 

Gojo’s plump, reddened tip sticks against the doorway to your womb for a second, and his pupils flare even wider as he’s taking it alllllll in with the power of his Six Eyes. “Oh, it hasn’t taken yet, sweetheart.”

“Still not yet?” You’re moaning out, feeling a little crazed. Because it’s simply been hours by now. Hours. And you have half the mind to knock at the doors of all those elders that put the idea of an heir into his mind, and tell them to deal with Gojo Satoru gone…feral.

Absolutely rutting, he’s pushin’ his wide cockhead into your cervix and letting off a crazed giggle at the way the poor end of your pussy bruises. You whisper, “S-Satoru?”

He jolts like he’d just heard your voice.

And then he looks up-

Oh.

Fuck.

His eyes. Ravenous. You were never letting him attend another jujutsu society meeting ever again.

You’re limp under his superhuman strength, and it’s like Gojo doesn’t even realize just how harshly he’s holding onto you. Manhandling you down. Bending you into such a filthy fucking mating press that it makes your heart race, with your knees hitting your tits and Gojo’s maw catching yours in an open-mouthed kiss. 

“It hasn’t taken yet, sweetheart.” He’s hissing out like a broken record, nose crinkling at the sudden clench of your velvety walls. 

And before you can gurgle out a single word, he’s pumping his ravaged, aching shaft inside. Hitting your womb with a sudden bang! It sets your teeth on edge and your fists curling in on themselves.

Only for him to push again and again and again, you swear he’s hammering out just about three thrusts in one sultry second. And his pink orifice drivels out a line of creamy sap that adds to the mess sploshin’ inside you. “Hasn’t taken yet, hasn’t taken yet h-hasn’t…”

Reverse cursed energy buzzing once more as he’s pressing a hand down on top of your cumflated tummy and feeling. 

“Still hasn’t taken n’ I n-need to-” And then he’s softly rolling his thumb over your clit as he usually would - usually. Except, this time, he’s letting his jujutsu go wild sending vibrations through your sensitive nub. 

You’re sobbing out at the pure force of his thrusts, every passing second making you feel more and more light-headed. “Satoru, are you even okay?”

“Do I look okay, my wife?” Gojo’s snowy brows pinched, something crazed behind his dilated pupils. And he’s genuinely asking you for an answer, genuinely letting his strong body twitch any time you’re letting off a pretty noise, as if that was enough to overstimulate him even more than his constant rutting.

Animalistic.

Half-gone, he’s squirting out a wad of webbed precum and nearly whines as he watches the slick line trail towards the entrance to your womb. All puddled up at the end of your cervix- “Sh-shit, and you’re telling me it s-still hasn’t taken, Toru?” After so long? After so many hours?

After Gojo’s practically rubbin’ his long, aching cock raw on your slippery folds.

“Well, n-not yet…” And there was something about the way he said it that makes your pussy clamp down on his rovering, thickened cock. Your husband takes it headlong like he predicted it- and you’re wondering if he actually did have that power, unlocking an entire new side to him, once he raises his free set of slender fingers and starts counting.

You whimper, feeling your thighs shake uncontrollably, “Wh-what are you…”

“Just watch, sweetheart.” Staring right through your womb like he thought you could see, too. He’s timing a countdown under his breath—“One.”

Clamoring for purchase on any point of his sculptured body, his shoulders, his tensed abs. “Shit- shit, it feels so-”

“Two.”

You’re throwing your head back with a strangled squeal, his targeted vision making it so easy for Gojo to press against your sweetest spots. To push. To pump. To—”Three”—send you over the edge.

Your high bursts out like never before- each one stronger than the last, and Gojo’s just carnally pushin’ you through each wave of bliss. They’re taking over you until you can see nothing but white, your entire body left at his damn mercy.

“It- it-” And Gojo could see every peak of it, so he was accurately bashin’ you in whenever it mattered the most. Again and again. 

Loooong, probing strikes- so many, so hard that he barely even realizes when he’s reaching his high too. For the strongest - the all-seeing - he couldn’t even register that.

Not until his creamy seed drips out of you in pearly dewdrops, slathering the tops of your folds in a gluey few layers. He lets it all slosh ‘round inside of you, purposefully making the filthiest mess that soaks his curly white happy trail and leaves his skin glistening.

More and more and more.

So many miry ribbons of it that you feel plugged full, a second coating of sap taking over your cunt. It just felt so good to have his liquid heat filling you up like this.

And then Gojo glides his hand down your front and flinches- “Oh.” You look up at him. “It took.”

“O-oh-” Before you have the time to properly register it, Gojo raises his slick-glazed fingers in the air and snaps them once. And as soon as you blink, you’re realizing that you’d changed positions- that you’d ended up with your back against his prominent pecs, your head against his collarbone, his back against the sheets, strong arms under your thighs.

You’d found yourself in a full nelson now - his cum pouring out of you like a fountain, Gojo’s eyes still locked on your tummy from behind. 

Analyzing. 

Did…did he just teleport the two of you? You don’t think he even realized-

Wrecked. 

Gojo Satoru sounded absolutely, positively wrecked as he speaks, “So…d’you wanna find out whether we’re having a daughter or a son, my wife?”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Strict parent

“So, we think I’ll be the strict parent and you’ll be the-”

“Sh-shit, Hiromi-”

“Awww, now I have to start again, angel.” The dark-haired man nearly pouts - mockingly, with his fingers ruthless on your clit.

For just about the nth time that night, he’s halting his motions just before your oncoming orgasm. Edging and edging you to the brink of your high- and then immediately taking his roughened fingertips off of your sensitive nub.

And you swear you can nearly sob, straddling Higuruma’s muscular waist and attempting to pathetically bounce your hips backwards into his rovering digits, his cock. At a standstill as he babbled away his dreams of having a child with you- getting you pregnant.

All after that damned fight at Shinjuku that left his life flashing before his very eyes. And him realizing that one of his very favorite moments was one that hadn’t happened yet - having a cute lil’ family with you.

Higuruma lets his thumb slide up your folds, parting them easily to push down on the button of your clit. He’s watching as you cutely squirm, “Anyway- guess I’ll be the strict part, hm? And you can be the cutie that spoils them.”

“Yes- yes-” You’re whimpering, breath hitching as his globular mushroom tip starts thrusting upwards. “Please, baby-”

“Orrrr I dunno—” He’s meanly drawling out, “-guess you’re too spoiled yourself, hm? Like-” Dark, glistening eyes dipping downwards to gaze upon where your flooded orifice was being stretched out just right. “-this?”

And just then he’s fucking up into you. Hard.

The entire length of his long, veiny cock reaching for the roof of your pussy, his globed shaft presses deep against the cervix of your cunt and then some. Then drag-drag-draaaagging down to let your tight hole feel his sensitive slit.

Again. 

And again. And again and again and again- you’re just seeing stars on the needy cadence of his cock. “Please- yes yes yes yes just like that-”

“What did I say about being spoiled, hm?” He’s raising a dark brow in amusement, lightly swatting your clit in punishment. “My needy angel-” Another spank. “Needy pussy.”

You’re huffing, throwing your arms over his shoulders and letting your hands run through his short raven hair. “And whose fault is that?”

“Ah ah- getting too mouthy-” Another - harder this time, and yet, not even a fraction of his strength. He was simply rendering your head woozy, with your hips bouncing back restlessly into his cock. “-unless ya don’t want to cum, sugar…”

“I do, I do!” Panicked, you attempt to gnaw down on the insides of your cheek to stop all the back-talk, just in case he decided that this next orgasm was a good time to stop, too. To edge you.

But, of course, Higuruma can’t have that, either.

And faster than you can register, he’s jerking his muscular thighs upwards at a constant pace to help bounce you along. Hitting the globes of your ass against his slowly-reddening pelvis with a plap! “Then again…” He’s grinning, “-how fun it is to make you beg, my angel.”

“You’re just- hck!” Babbling out as he swipes his thumb between your pussylips, tender strokes of your clit suddenly turning into the rudest bashes. “-just plain mean, Hiromi.”

“That I am, sugar.”

And he was fucking you like it, too.

Like he was going insane any second he wasn’t deep inside you and throbbing his red, thickened cockhead against the start of your womb. If he wasn’t making you feel every inch of him - leaving your brain devoid of any thoughts but ones with him, you, n’ a kid that looked like a mix of the two of you. 

Your tastebuds sizzle with spittle as he pokes against your g-spot, perfectly having mapped you out. And you shake once he does a lecherous lil’ slip and slide to rub down it perfectly, “Sh-shit I’m just so- ngh! close.”

“Oho?” His face darkens into something more predatory, “So…if you wanna cum then tell me what parent m’gonna be?” Just teasing you.

He almost didn’t expect you to prattle out with your spit-slicked lips, “The- the mean one.” Needily annoyed, because your orgasm was so close- and yet, he was slightly slowing down his pace, just to watch the way you greedily bounced back into him. “I just- hah, fuck! You’re gonna be the one that ngh, gets all huffy about homework and curfews and—”

“And?”

Entranced. Hypnotized by that drunken look in your eyes, the way your pupils seemed to turn into hearts whenever he hit that one spot just right. “N’ still love ‘em soooo much that you beg me for another.”

“Fuck.”

And you were damn right, too.

For that—you’re being given another few spanks onto your cunt, hard enough that you’re letting your head loll backwards. Taken over by so much pleasure that you’re hurtling straight towards your long-awaited high. 

Flashes of it taking you by surprise, your body shakes on top of his as he pounds you viciously through it. Holding you through each peak- “Yeah- yeahhhh, cum f’me then. Since you deserve it so much-” Yet another spank, “-spoiled angel.”

“Fuck- ngh–” You’re furrowing your brows - barely, even. “You’re close, too, Hiromi.”

“And that I am.” 

Echoing his very same words from before, you’re way too drunk on his cock to realize when Higuruma’s letting his back shift further down the bed. Pushing your face into his puffy, prominent pecs, and his weepy cock just bursting with the first few droplets of his cum into your womb.

Rough thrusts, rougher pushes of his wettened dollops of seed.

Higuruma’s lips break out with the meanest grin, “And now, for the fun part.” As his syrupy warmth, wads of slick cum start to fill you up, he whispers. “You’re gonna make the best momma.”

A/N. Apologies for the slight lateness babygirls G*ogle D*cs tried to delete this TWICE-

Plagiarism not authorized.

[pearlessance]

Overtime

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Joel's exhausted by the time he makes it to bed. But when a pretty little thing crawls in beside him, he finds the time for you, just like he always does.

Warnings: +18 MDNI, post outbreak, jackson!joel, unspecified age difference, joel pov, porn no plot, dry humping, slow and soft sex, smut with feelings, internalized shame, intimacy, unprotected piv, clit stimulation, kissing

Note: i haven't written for joel in monthsss but i hope you enjoy!!

WC: 2k

[masterlist] [AO3]

Joel’s the kind of exhausted that only comes with age. 

Weary bones, heavy limbs, tired eyes. 

He’s falling into bed as soon as he gets home, often forfeiting dinner in favor of blissful rest. Sometimes even before the sun’s fully set. 

And today is just one of those days. He’d spent the night tossing and turning, trying to massage away a kink in his neck that persisted well into the afternoon. But he hadn’t had time to complain or think too much about how excited he was to crawl back beneath the sheets, because the northernmost barn was falling to pieces. 

So, not only was he functioning half empty from the start, but the work today was also strenuous. Sawing raw timber to the perfect length, sanding down the sharp edges, hammering nails into plywood. A full day. 

And when Denise had stopped him on his way home, waving him down with a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade in hand, she’d given him that bright, hopeful smile and said, “Little Sammy ran that damn bike into the back door again. Would you mind fixing the hinges?”

His back ached and his knees were creaky, but Joel soon found himself knelt on Denise’s porch, screwdriver and fresh nails in hand.

It didn’t take long, but it did take every last scrap of energy that remained inside of him.

Joel’s house was always quiet. Too big for him, really. Ellie was in the garage already, lights still on, up too late when she had early patrol the following morning. But Joel didn’t have it in him to remind her how important sleep was. Not when he was running on fumes himself.

So he dragged those tired, old bones inside. Kicked off his boots and jeans right at the door of his room, hung his flannel over the back of the chair at his work bench, and let out a long sigh as he climbed beneath icy cotton sheets.

He’s half asleep, eyes closed and muscles sinking into the mattress, when he hears it. 

The click of the latch on the unlocked front door. The creak of your careful steps as you climb the stairs.

Joel feels you before he sees you. Too exhausted to pull himself out of blissful almost-sleep. The mattress dips beneath your weight, limbs outstretched, seeking him out of instinct. 

This isn’t the first time this has happened. Not the first time you’ve found yourself peering out of your window next door waiting for him to get home. Not the first time you’ve ended up in his bed or in his arms.

And Joel knows he should put a stop to it—you’re too young, too sweet, too…good. 

But he’s too worn out to fight his impulses. He’s tried for months to keep his thoughts pure when you cross his mind, but it’s been a losing battle from the start.

Especially when you’re like this. Warm and soft, pressed up against his side, wearing an old t-shirt he’d let you borrow the night before and not much else. A comfort that feels more like home than this house does.

The tips of your fingers tickle his forearm, rousing him just enough that he lifts the heavy limb so you can crawl right into his embrace.

Joel holds you tight. He always does. Biceps big and strong around your shoulders. He holds you like he might lose you tomorrow, because there’s a part of him that fears one day you’ll wake up and see something you don’t like. 

He worries you’ll begin to see him for what he is; old, weary, tired. Not even half the man he used to be. Not half the man you deserve.

But for tonight at least, you still wear those rose tinted glasses. Pressing sweet kisses to his face; his nose, his forehead, his cheeks. Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, making cute, whiny noises at the back of your throat. Like you’re desperate, unable to get close enough despite every inch being pressed against him, leg hooked over his hips. 

You find a comfortable position and still beside him, letting out the same sort of long sigh Joel did just moments ago. But you don’t sleep—your breathing doesn’t even out, your muscles don’t go slack. 

Joel knows what you need. Long before your hips tilt, before you press your center against his thigh, before you whisper his name in the dark. 

“S’okay, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice deep and dark and sleepy. “C’mere.”

He reaches over and brackets his arm around your waist to drag you on top of him, your center already warm and wanting.

It’s starting to get out of hand, he knows. Starting to become a routine. But Joel doesn’t have many sweet thing in his life, not anymore, and he finds you near impossible to resist. “I’ve got you,” he says. “Take what ya need.”

You lay against his chest, ear pressed right over his heart. Joel kisses the crown of your head when your hips begin to tilt, rubbing yourself against the steadily growing bulge beneath the thin fabric of his boxers.

Soft, wanton sighs leave you at the sensation, and even with a barrier still between you he can feel your clit pulse against the underside of his cock. 

Needy little thing you are. But Joel doesn’t mind—he likes the feeling. Of being needed, wanted. Especially by a girl as sweet as you.

You grind on top of him for a while. Not seeking release, not yet. Just feeling the hard warmth of him beneath you, savoring the weight of his big hands stroking softly up and down the expanse of your back. 

He can feel your arousal growing with each pass, wetness slowly seeping through his boxers, slick and sticky. Joel nudges you gently with the tip of his nose, the prickly hairs of his mustache tickling the side of your face. “C’mon, sweet girl. Let’s get this shirt off, hm?”

When you nod, you pull yourself up tiredly. The movement is slow and thick like molasses, so Joel uses the last of his energy to help you. 

His hands find the hem of the oversized t-shirt and pull it upwards, over your head to be discarded on the floor beside his bed. It leaves you completely naked, bared for him in more ways than one. 

In an instant, you fall back against him, breasts pressed up against his chest. Your skin feels cool against his, smooth and pillowy. “S’warm,” you mutter, rubbing the side of your cheek against the coarse hair that litters his chest, graying in some places.

Joel’s cock throbs beneath you, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. He just lets you settle back down and allows you to rest. His hands wander, though, the way they always do. 

Sliding down your back, over the sides of your thighs, thumbs massaging gentle circles. He strokes his fingers gently back up to your shoulders and then brings them down your arms, smiling when he sees goosebumps rise in his wake.

When they settle back at your hips, his touch is a little more eager. Kneading at the softness, inching over the curve of your ass until that’s all his hands are filled with. 

Joel loves touching you. Not just suggestively, but intimately. He loves feeling the closeness and the trust you put in him to take care of you, to keep you safe, to make you feel good.

He massages the supple flesh, holding you close, until his need for you begins to grow teeth, gnawing at his psyche. 

Joel knows he shouldn’t. He knows that. 

But he’s just so tired, and you’re so soft. Gentle and kind. And you make him feel loved—something Joel Miller has not felt for a very, very long time.

He guides you with his hands gripping at your curves, sliding your slick cunt over his aching cock. His breath feels hollow, stuck in his lungs.

When he lifts upward, just a little, enough to provide a little extra pressure, you mewl in response. 

Joel is quick to soothe, shushing softly into your ear. “Shh, you’re alright. Hang on, sweet girl. M’right here.”

He knows what you need. It’s become a nightly ritual at this point. You come to him seeking connection, seeking the comfort of an older man. Most nights you just need to be held, to be nurtured, to be loved the way you deserve. 

But other nights, Joel knows you need a little more. A connection that runs a little deeper.

He reaches beneath you, hooking his thumbs in the elastic band of his boxers and tugging them down his tired legs. Just enough to free his cock, already hard as stone just from your proximity. 

Joel pulls your forward, up his torso, giving himself room to line his length up with your entrance.

He slides in real easy.

You’re already soaked, dripping with arousal. And the moment he’s fully seated inside you, stretching you real wide, filling up your belly, you let out a breathy whine.

It feels right, being here like this with you. It feels like coming home. 

Joel moves you slowly, guiding each roll of your hips, slowing you down when you try to pick up the pace. 

There’s no rush. Not here, not with him. He’ll get you there. He’ll get you what you need. What’s the sense in hurrying through it? 

He wants to savor it. The feel of your sweet, soft pussy, clenching and leaking around his length. The way your stuttering breath tickles his skin. The way your hands grip him harder and harder, holding him impossibly closer.

He wants to savor the way you love him. 

“Gimme a kiss, baby,” he whispers in the dark.

You turn your head, just enough so that he can press his lips to yours. In this, too, Joel moves painfully slow.

It’s not a claiming, it’s an exploration. His lips move against yours, memorizing the feel of them, the shape and the taste. He slowly licks into your mouth, tongue gliding against yours, breathing in your exhalation. 

The building coil around his spine is anything but slow, however. He loves being here with you maybe a little too much. He loves you a little too much. 

Joel thrust upwards, keeping a steady, unforgiving rhythm while he slides his hand between you. His fingers search blindly for your clit and he finds it in seconds, circling those slow, tight circles around the pulsing nerves. 

Your sounds grow louder, release building. The sound of your joining echoes in the empty room, slick and wet and feverish.

He knows your close when you start manually breathing—lungs stuttering, chasing the delicious relief that only he can provide.

“You got it,” he encourages. “S’right there, baby. Give it to me.”

Your eyes stay locked to his, lips parting on a jagged moan. You don’t say anything; no warning, no begging. You just feel it, feel him, moving deep inside you, fucking you through it. 

“That’s it,” he says, voice all soft and warm the way it only ever is when he speaks to you. “There you go.”

He doesn’t stop until you find the natural rhythm of oxygen again, until the shaking in your thighs relents to an easy tremble. 

Joel feels that white-hot coil beginning to spool within himself, and pulls out of you with just enough time to shoot thick ropes of cum over your pubic bone.

He thrusts the underside of his cock through your syrupy folds, a gentle rocking until he’s spent. He somehow finds the energy for a few extra thrusts, smearing his release over your clit.

You don’t move an inch, and Joel doesn’t want you to.

Instead, you just lay there on top of him, sticky mess between you, your head resting delicately on his chest. 

When you reach up to card your fingers through his graying hair, Joel feels his muscles go completely slack, tension bleeding from his weary bones.

“M’sorry I woke you up,” you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I know you were tired.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Joel says, and he means it. “I’ll always have time for you."

thank you for reading, i love you!!!

[littledes1re]

Ughhh, this is so soft and sweet but filthy...now i want sleepy sex with Joel😵‍💫🥲

[ke1rinn]

Satoru Gojo and his jealous wife — ✧

Author’s notes: short fic to re-introduce this blog again! Helloooo satoru gojo

Satoru Gojo loved you with his life. You were the one he trusted the most. He’d go as far as to say he would quit jujutsu if you told him to.

It was a sight to see, the strongest, the honored one, reduced to a lovesick mess at the mere say of his wife. It was undeniably funny.

And just as how he was devoted to you, you were to him. He’d look at you as if you hung the moon and the stars that surround it.

So, when he caught wind that told him you were upset, his first instinct was to comfort you and make you feel better. He didn’t expect you to be upset because of him.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Why are you pouting?” He said softly, a complete contrast from his usual personality. You didn’t respond, choosing to keep scrolling through your phone.

“Is it ‘cause of me? You can tell me, love, I won’t get mad,” he continued, moving his hand up and down his arm to get you to break. He was close to you as you both sat on the couch of your shared home, the TV playing in the background. You looked up at him, and it was clear as day how upset you were. “You mad at me, love?”

“…No,” you said, almost choking on your words. Well, technically, it was true. In some way. In a sense.

“Sweetheart, are you lying?” He knew you were, thanks to his six eyes, but he was still so gentle with it.

“I don’t know, go ask your little assistant,” you muttered under your breath, your focus going back to your phone.

So that’s what this was about. He let out a sigh of relief, in which you glared at him. “Are you jealous, love?” He used the same, gentle, comforting tone, so as to not dampen up your mood more.

“I’m not,” you stubbornly said, not looking at him in embarrassment. He caught your chin, making you look at him.

“My love. The light of my life. My biggest blessing. The apple of my eye. My—“

“Stop it, Toru…” You whined, covering his mouth to stop him from continuing. He chuckled, pulling your wrist away from his face, then cradling your face in his hand and looked at you with much love.

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Not helping,” your frown deepened while his smile widened. He pulled you closer, catching you in his embrace, pressing your face in his chest as he stroked your hair in comfort, combing through the strands.

“You’re the only one I want. Don’t get jealous over someone I barely know. I don’t want you frowning,” he mumbled in your hair as he felt your hands hug him back, albeit reluctantly.

“I love you, okay? Only you,” he whispered, only for your ears to hear, as he kissed the top of your head.

“…Mmm,” you hummed into his shoulder.

“Babe.”

“…I love you, too.”

© ke1rinn 2026

[pockyum]

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, sukuna has bed head hair

sukuna sprawled out on your shared bed, two arms above his head, one across his stomach, and another lied idly on your thigh. his hair was messy, strands all over the place, and a few somehow shaped into bangs over his forehead. his stomach-mouth was open, softly snoring while showing off his large fangs.

and although he looked so comfortable, and the moonlight softly shone through the curtains of your quarters, you took a minute to leave. softly, you moved his large hand off your thigh, placing it close to where you slept instead.

after you’ve quietly retreated to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, sukuna almost immediately woke up from the loss of your touch.

he softly grumbled when he didn’t feel your body warmth, then he grabbed at what he wanted to be you, but instead met with sheets.

a huff escaped him, and he turned onto his side with a groan, half sitting up and using a hand to prop himself up.

“wife..” he called out, mumbling with his natural rough voice, a frown appearing on his face.

and almost as if you could sense how he already missed you dearly, not knowing how long you’d been gone, you slowly creaked the door open, walking in with a glass of water. as you sat it on the nightstand, your heart ached as sukuna blearily stared up at you with half-lidded eyes. he slowly blinked up at you like a cat, and his hair stuck up in many different directions.

some drool escaped the corner of his mouth, and you smiled. he probably didn’t even notice.

finally, you climbed into bed again, softly mumbling, “i know, i’m here,” with a smile as he already began reaching towards you to pull you closer.

your hand found his chest, and you rubbed comforting circles on his tattoos as you left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. before you could pull away, he softly nudged your head with his, letting out a soft sigh as his hand found your back.

but you reached up, hand finding his hair as you play with it. he pushed his head into your hand, asking for more touch.

“you have bed head hair,” you whispered as his eyes nearly closed.

but he murmured, shaking his head with a pout, “i do not,” he let out a dramatic huff, glaring at you with all four eyes.

“whatever you say, honey,” you mumbled as you looked down at him, hand still running through his hair.

and within seconds, he’s asleep as quickly as he woke up. this time, he’s lulled to sleep by your touch. he’s right where he wants to be, falling asleep every night in the arms of his wife.

ib this art by sukunaglazer23 on twt he’s so adorable oml

repost from my other acc

[riotsgrl]

★ HEAVY | bakugou, k.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

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, decidedly going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he decided 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, it was a work night, and despite your desperation and weariness, 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 you had known him, 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 the 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 with a scoff, 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 lips 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 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 around his waist again 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 one, 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 to take 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, but 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 back that tightening warmth inside you 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 an 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 as 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.

Hand finding 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 pulled back just to murmur 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 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 shuffles 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 the side of his face, 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, pulling 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."

★ 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.

may blabs: hellooo guys

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 🥹

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)

in this, he’s been with reader for a While fs, that is why he is comfortable w this lvl of touch & tenderness. (tried to imply this by showing they live tg + share bed lmao)

while i don’t think he’d start off being rough or anything, he’d probably be more tense and… hesitant if it were earlier in the rls yk ? he’s pretty touch averse in canon 🤔 hm.. pondering. same with the “i love you” i don’t think he voices that very often, but in moments like this that are very intimate and raw, he becomes looser with his words and more open with his heart. at least that’s how i see it LOL. ok yap over ill stfu ab this now

(btw title is from the marías song !!! #peak)

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