“yuu?” you call softly. “yeah, baby?” yuji replies casually, laying down on your shared bed. “.. do you like this top on me? I think it makes my love handles pop out more..”
yuji smiles softly. “you look beautiful with it on,” he stands, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “
who cares if your love handles show? it’s sexy.”
“yuu!” you slap his hand gently. “I’m being serious…”
“I am too.” he tilts his head to plant a kiss on your cheek, then buries his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent. he then takes another look at your body. you look away, ashamed.
he frowns. “sweet girl..” you shake your head, trying to hide the tears beginning to form. “I-I wish I was skinnier.. I wish I wasn’t ugly.. I-”
Yuji cuts you off immediately. “None of that.” he shakes his head while cupping your cheeks with his careful touch. “I’m not gonna listen to you talk shit about yourself, you know it’s not true. you’re beautiful. Inside and out.”
“You don’t need to meet any beauty standard for me. I love you exactly the way you are. I didn’t get together with you for your looks, but for your beautiful personality.”
Tears start spilling, not from your insecurity, but from yujis genuine, heartfelt words. “I love you so much yuu- you- sniff-“
he smiles softly. “awh, sweetheart.. I know.. cmere.” he coos, and pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back with one hand, and the other entangled with your hair. “I love you more, y/n.” He whispers as he gently peppers little kisses on your face.
“yuu?” you call softly. “yeah, baby?” yuji replies casually, laying down on your shared bed. “.. do you like this top on me? I think it makes my love handles pop out more..”
yuji smiles softly. “you look beautiful with it on,” he stands, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “
who cares if your love handles show? it’s sexy.”
“yuu!” you slap his hand gently. “I’m being serious…”
“I am too.” he tilts his head to plant a kiss on your cheek, then buries his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent. he then takes another look at your body. you look away, ashamed.
he frowns. “sweet girl..” you shake your head, trying to hide the tears beginning to form. “I-I wish I was skinnier.. I wish I wasn’t ugly.. I-”
Yuji cuts you off immediately. “None of that.” he shakes his head while cupping your cheeks with his careful touch. “I’m not gonna listen to you talk shit about yourself, you know it’s not true. you’re beautiful. Inside and out.”
“You don’t need to meet any beauty standard for me. I love you exactly the way you are. I didn’t get together with you for your looks, but for your beautiful personality.”
Tears start spilling, not from your insecurity, but from yujis genuine, heartfelt words. “I love you so much yuu- you- sniff-“
he smiles softly. “awh, sweetheart.. I know.. cmere.” he coos, and pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back with one hand, and the other entangled with your hair. “I love you more, y/n.” He whispers as he gently peppers little kisses on your face.
pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader
synopsis: you and katsuki were each other's firsts for a lot of things: first dates, first kisses, and several more. Each passing moment in your relationship checked off one more thing you've had yet to experience with him, except one—until now, that is.
OR: you and katsuki are intimate for the first time with each other, and it's a lot softer than you'd anticipated it to be.
seed type: smut, MDNI . (all characters are 18+ over the course of the oneshot)
𓈒 𓏼 tw // included: might be a little ooc, descriptions of explicit activity, first-time intimacy (slight awkwardness), soft-dom!katsuki, shy/nervous!reader, gentle intimacy, pet names (sweets), implied cockwarming???
𓈒 𓏼 and remember...wrap before you tap!
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In the several years you've known Katsuki, as a classmate to a friend, then to your lover, his aggression was an integral part of who he is and how he navigates the world around him; you learned very early in your relationship, however, that aggression takes many forms: the one you see manifests as something akin to ardentness rather than abrasiveness.
Passion and drive are intrinsic to everything he pursues, including his relationship with you. In the several times he's gripped your hips and slammed you against the wall while he plant kisses along the curve of your neck, he never ceases to leave a burning wake of his lips and their ministrations.
And yet, of those several times, never once has your bare back met the plush of your mattress, nor has your bare stomach felt his hands glide down the skin before hooking onto your bottoms. He's never pushed you, but you wonder if he's left wanting more.
From you, from your relationship; especially when patrols run long and he's pent up, you wonder if intimacy is something that would help.
Warm amber melts into dark navies when the door opens—the creak along the hinge, followed by your boyfriend's heavy footsteps. He drops his gauntlets to the floor with a resonant thud and immediately finds you next, habit and ordinary.
"Hi, 'Suki," you greet, standing up from your seat on the couch to meet him. "Long day?"
"The longest. We spent three extra hours on patrol because the crime they radio-ed to us was a petty theft, and then the damn debrief of it ran over three hours." Katsuki sneers, arms crossed over his chest.
He stands in front of you with his hair disheveled and slight line of soot smeared on his cheek. His face, turned and angled somewhere off to the side, gives you free glance of his jawline—sharp and inviting.
You can't help how your eyes travel to his lips, pulled thin versus the plump pout that you'd kiss.
Without really thinking about it, you grasp his wrist and pull him flush onto you—the firmness of his abs against the softness of your breasts. A gasp chokes in his throat when you do so; it doesn't get time to escape when he sees your flushed face and your eyes directly on his.
"...I could help you relax...like, y'know," you murmur, voice faltering over the implications. They hang between you, tight buds of promise that have yet to bloom.
Katsuki, damn him, smirks at you. "No, I don't know. What're you getting at, sweets?"
He plants his index finger underneath your chin and tilts up—searing. Hot flushes spiral down your spine and settle somewhere low in your gut, growing to an ache.
"I just mean that if you wanted to try something new to de-stress, then...I'd be totally willing," you say, eyes flitting off to the side in order to avoid the teasing glint in his—you can practically see it, practically feel it in the way he drinks you in.
"Are you suggesting I fuck you to feel better?"
"Well...yeah."
And in the span of a second, his lips are on yours unrelentingly, and his hands slither down to your waist. A surge of warmth flocks into your lungs, and your body melts into his. You grip the tufts of hair on his head lightly.
Katsuki's hands drop down to cup your ass and gives it a slight squeeze, from which your lips part in surprise. In that instance, his tongue slides into your mouth and swirls with yours, saliva coating everything he can reach.
" 'Suki..," you whine, though it comes out notably breathy with his tongue in your mouth.
"Tell me what you want," he murmurs as you both part for air; his cheeks flushed and pupils dilated, his lips find the curve of your jaw and kiss along the path, agonizing and slow.
"I want you to—" you're cut off when you feel him nip the skin at the crook of your neck.
"Now, sweets," he hums and withdraws from his ministrations. "You certain you want to do this? I'm more than fine just kissing you like this."
It should've made you pause; it should've quelled the courage you mustered to ask, but instead, warmth unfurls in your chest. You nod, exhaling shakily.
"Yes, I'm sure. I want to try," you say, and instinctively, you bite your lip and look away.
"Just...could we go slowly first?"
"We'll do as much as you're ready for, sweets."
Katsuki’s palm slips underneath your shirt, carefully pushing the fabric up and over your breasts, and you pull it off you entirely. His skin, calloused, pricks over the smooth surface of your stomach. You unclasp your bra and toss it somewhere off to the side, not before baring yourself down to your panties.
You’d stripped him down to his boxers, cold air showering over the both of you.
His gaze rakes over you—your flushed cheeks and bare torso, the round of your tits and the length of your naked torso. Katsuki plants a kiss over your breast-bone, firm and assuring.
"You look so pretty, sweets," Katsuki murmurs, lips trailing down your stomach. He stops just short of your pulling down your panties, fingers hooking underneath the fabric.
"You---you mean that?" You ask, hands coming up to cover how the rosiness on your cheeks becomes more opaque.
" 'Course I do." Katsuki says, easy and simple---because to him, it is.
He pulls the elastic of your waistband. "Can I?"
You nod, spine curving slightly in anticipation; in anticipation, you sink yourself further into the sheets with a slight shuffle, and it's enough to help Katsuki slide your underwear off of you.
Chills fan over the slick varnishing your folds and everything within, and your thigh stiffen. The ache in your core exacerbates into need the moment Katsuki takes his finger to your clit, guiding small circles over the rim with slight pressure. Your toes curl into the sheets.
Your breath hitches. " 'Suki..."
"Yeah? 'S this okay with you?" While his finger works your nub towards the precipice, he kisses over your collarbone—softly, you note. Gently, you feel.
The warmth in your chest blossoms and any inhibitions you may have reserved dissipate completely; your hands rest on the back of his head while he kisses you over.
"Want you to take your boxers off," you exhale, back arching further off the bed.
"Wanna feel you inside of me."
"That so?" His lips curve against your skin, yet he deftly slides the last of his own undergarments; his dick, presented to you, takes the air out of your lungs.
He's bigger than you'd expected him to be, tip the same hue as your cheeks upon seeing him in whole. You reach out, fingers curling around the base of his dick and glide down to his tip; your thumb brushes a circle over it.
"S-Shit..." He bites back a groan.
"Ah—sorry. Did I hurt you?" You ask, sitting up slightly. Your abdomen tightens.
"No, just. If you pump me out now, I'll blow before I'm even in you."
"Oh." You retract your hand, smiling sheepishly at him. Your heart hammers against your chest, wild and encouraging.
"Do you mind if I'm on top this time?" He asks, almost timidly—well, as timid as Katsuki Bakugou can get. The red on the tips of his ears and imbued into the apples of his cheeks is plenty of a sign, you've learned.
You affirm, "I don't mind. I'd like that, actually."
He exhales and nods—to himself, mostly. "Okay, yeah. Just lay down for me, sweets."
Katsuki guides you by your hips, back into the cloud of the mattress, carefully parting your legs again. He settles over you, forearms on either side of your face.
His tip aligns with the rim of your cunt, but he doesn't rush to slide himself into the heat beyond. Instead, the rise and falls of your chests level to the same rhythm, breaths mingling.
He presses a tender kiss to your jaw. "I'll go slow, okay? Slap me if anything hurts or if you want to stop."
"Okay. I'm ready," you affirm. Your breath catches as his cock slips inside of you, stretching your pussy out to accommodate the size of him. The sweltering heat in your gut, coaxing him to start moving, start to unweave the knots it desperately wants to form.
"You good?" He asks, hips pumping in and out of you languidly, intentionally. As a response, you part your legs farther for him and push up out of the mattress slightly, tilting your pelvis downwards to feel him further inside of you.
The sound of skin slapping reverberates off the walls, sweat-slicked and slippery, lewd; each roll of his hips pushes him further into your pussy, molding around the shape and vein as if to fossilize the feeling him inside you.
Successive motions elicit breathy cries and needy whines, music to his ears. Every sound from your mouth travels down his spine to the base of his dick, pulsing and throbbing as it burrows deep inside of you. His lips find the supple skin on your face, peppering kisses while his cock coaxes you closer and closer to your climax.
White and stars fill both your vision and your cunt, warm and tingly down your spine and to your thigh. It's not long after that Katsuki's hips start to stagger, orgasm spluttering into the latex wrapping. He buries his face into the crook of your neck; he presses a kiss to your collarbone—deliberate and tender—as you both wind down from the high.
"...Holy fuck."
"Yeah," he breathes, cheeks flushed and the beginnings of a dopey grin gracing his lips. "Let's get you cleaned up, ok?"
"Can we stay like this for a little bit first?"
He plants a kiss on your cheek.
author's note:
ೀ hey...so this is my first time writing smut, so if it's ass (no but it might be), please have a little patience with me while I try to figure out how to actually get into writing smut. 𑣿
ೀ constructive criticism is appreciated; I'm genuinely eager to learn how to improve my writing 💗 . 𑣿
synopsis: after a reconciling evening in the lake, you find yourself spending your first night in your fiancé’s bedroom.
warnings: minors dni, ageless blogs dni, 18+ content, female reader, arranged marriage, fiancés, referred to as princess/honey/dirty girl, unprotected sex, pulling out used as a contraceptive, talk of sub/dom, lovey dovey, light ass play, p to v sex, viking au but don’t expect it to be historically correct lmao, modern language.
notes: this is a part two of WAITING FOR YOU, so this can be read as a stand alone but everything makes more sense after reading part one. nothing else to say! i tried hard on this and i enjoyed writing it! hope you enjoy reading :) also can still be read if you aren’t a fan of the viking part, he just is referred to as chief, you as my lady and he’s got servants n maids!
“katsuki! move your hand!”
“stop fuckin’ wiggling’ woman, gonna make me drop you,” he warns, carrying your naked body against his chest and stomping through the grass with an arm across your ass. you’re holding onto him like your life depends on it and so none of his servants end up getting a view of your tits.
it’s pitch black outside, with hoots from owls and neighs from the horses coming from afar. the only light out is coming from the main house which leads bakugou’s way.
“you wouldn’t drop me. you’re too big and strong for that,” you coo in his ear and even you’re shocked at how quickly you both went from enemies to flirtation. your crushes on each other are way too big for your bodies. you guess there really is a thin line between love and hate.
also, it’s true, he wouldn’t drop you but you appealing to his ego makes him chuckle. bakugou adores how you feel in his arms, giggling and alive, smushing your body against his and putting all your trust in him.
“i’m beginning to think you only chose to marry me for my body, princess,” he smirks, bouncing up the steps to the back entrance of your shared home.
“well…,” you purposely pause and another chuckle booms out of him. he lands a pinch at your thigh and you pull the hair at the nape of his neck.
“don’t pull my hair, you child,”
“you pinched me—,”
your voice halts when bakugou steps into your new home, the back entrance plopping you both in the kitchen where about five maids and servants clean up and talk.
their eyes widen at the sight of you both, you clinging onto your fiancé and your very naked bodies. you even keep your legs straight to cover bakugou’s intimates because the only person who gets to see that part of him is you.
the head maid, sophie, you’ve always liked her, speaks up first.
“evening chief, my lady,” she nods at you both, completely unphased. the awkwardness of it all makes laughter almost bubble out of you. especially the shocked dropped jaws of the servants near the back of the room.
you can’t blame them. only this morning you and katsuki were biting each others heads off and now you’re wrapped around him. you know you must look wild with hair falling out your silk tie and only now you notice your fiancés flushed cheeks since you were out in the dark for so long.
bakugou nods back at sophie, voice blunt and bored, “sophie.”
“do either of you want dinner sent to your rooms? or possibly… clean clothes?” she tries, careful to not overstep as bakugou begins to walk away.
you can still see her from over bakugou’s shoulder and you can’t stop your smile from blossoming.
bakugou’s about to bite back but you speak before he can, “no thank you sophie! we’re okay at the moment… or are you hungry?” you ask bakugou.
he rumbles, impatient to get going, “i’m hungry for somethin’.”
you gasp, your hand sneaking into his hair at the nape of his neck, “yeah, no thanks sophie. goodnight!”
then bakugou is off stomping towards your shared quarters.
“did you see their faces?” you chuckle, and bakugou huffs unimpressed, “i bet you they’re talking about us down there.”
“gonna give them enough talk for weeks,” he replies.
the warmth in your chest simmers down when bakugou finally sets you down on your feet, outside your bedroom door. you stand before each other just looking, finding the right words to gather on your tongue but coming up with none. your fiancé reaches up to scratch the back of his head and now nervousness spreads through you as you glance to his eyes and then fixating on the beauty spot on his shoulder.
bakugou clears his throat abruptly, opting to stand up straighter rather than his usual slouch. then he crosses his arms across his chest. he hope you don’t notice him tensing. he’s acting stupid right now.
“so i’ll, uh, see you tomorrow? for breakfast? i’ll ask them to make somethin’ different.” he rambles and he wants to sigh at how pretty you look, drag you down the hall and kiss down your body before you fall asleep in his arms.
you’re biting down on your lip, only a lit candle by your door lighting up your features. it makes you golden, the sweet curve of your breasts, your smooth skin and the loose bits of your hair. you look like a mess in the most endearing way possible, all because of him.
to you, your brain feels like a broken record every time you look at this man. trying to tuck the animalistic chants of pounce on him, bite him, hang on and never let go, to the back of your head and instead focusing on the softer aspects of katsuki. something you don’t think many people have done before you.
this is nervousness on bakugou katsuki, chief of the village and leader of the strongest army. the shuffling on his feet. the shifting from crossing his arms to holding his arms. the way his pupils bounce like a ping pong ball to your eyes and then the dancing flame beside you. he’s adorable… always so sexy. the way he’s looking over you in the darkness with need, his posture intimidating to anyone else and his raw nakedness only makes your stomach burn with desire.
“okay, i’ll see you at breakfast,” you nod, leaning back on your door behind you, rolling your lips in.
bakugou blinks as if he’s trying to clear his thoughts, then with all the control possible, he steps away from you.
“okay goodnight.” he replies but neither of you make any moves to leave.
you just stand there and so does he, simmering into a comfortable silence. a smile sneaks up on your face and bakugou laughs through his nose.
he shakes his head, closing his eyes for a second before opening them, “fuck, okay, i’m leavin’. don’t be late or i’ll drag you out of bed.”
bakugou, now with all the strength in his body, begins to walk away from you.
your flicker down to watch his tight ass and the words come out before you can stop them, “katsuki, haven’t you forgotten something?”
he turns with wide eyes. he wants you to ask him, to say it. he’s quick to walk back to you and you bite back a laugh.
“what?”
“a goodnight kiss, chief.” you reach up on your tiptoes with a tilt to your head.
not what he wanted specifically but he won’t say no.
“calling me that will get you in trouble, princess.”
“why? everyone calls you that.”
he slides a hand to your lower back, then over your ass before yanking you into his chest. it’s intimate so quickly, his touch soothing the burning under your skin. he’s everything you want, the only person you need.
bakugou speaks lowly in your ear, “we both know you don’t mean it in the same way.”
you shrug, blissfully sighing the feeling of your nipples against his bare chest, “kiss me, husband?”
katsuki happily indulges in you like tomorrow isn’t promised. you open your mouth eagerly, leaving no space for him to peck your lips like he tried earlier. bakugou licks inside your mouth like he’s trying to consume you, drink up enough of you to last him until breakfast. you moan into his mouth and the sound serves as a green light to push you against the door. his thigh shoves between your legs and you fight the instinct to grind against him.
bakugou pulls away out of breath, one of his arms coming to rest above your head. he looms over you and your lips are dragging back to his. he smells like nature, like fresh grass and the lavender that falls into the lake. you’re sure you smell the same.
“if you want somethin’ from me, ask for it, princess.” he breathes, deep and growly. you don’t miss katsuki’s very visible arousal and yours is hard to fight. you keep your hands around his neck so you don’t end up repeating earlier.
“take me to your room, katsuki,” you tug him down to your face, initiating a kiss for the first time. your lips land on his in a fiery rush and he meets you with the same passion. you’re biting on his bottom lip, clawing at his skin to pull him even closer as he tilts his head to suck on your tongue. you’re not sure if you can ever get enough of him now you’ve got a taste and you’re happy to know he’ll always come back to sedate you.
bakugou growls against your lips, his cock twitching against your stomach. your sigh becomes a whine for more.
“i should’ve never waited so long to touch you,” and his voice opens a new door of hunger for this man as he presses his nose into your cheek.
“why didn’t you just take me there at the beginning!?” you bite and bakugou is quick you manhandle you around, pushing you by the hips down the corridor to his room at the end of the hallway.
“i like seein’ you ask me, so cute and polite. unlike when you’re tryin’ to snap at me, like a needy brat,” you slap his chest behind you but he’s so thickly skinned he barely feels it. you tilt your head up and the smile that’s across his lips is sublime. sharp white teeth that bruised your neck earlier with pink lips that are now yours to kiss.
everything happens in a blink of an eye, shuffling down the hallway, the lust flitting through your body, even the feeling of his hands roaming your skin is a boost of energy. his feet brush against yours and he’s hard as a pole against your ass. “i am not a needy brat!”
his laugh rumbles down your ear as he leans over you to open his bedroom door. you fixate on how his fingers wrap around the doorknob, how he presses everything against you.
“i haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since i first saw you. all this arguin’, actin’ like you’re better than me, gettin’ naked for me… you’re needy for something, aren’t you?” bakugou shoves you in his bedroom and you’re quick to be pressed against his door. it’s too dark to see anything in his room, minus the candle light by his bed. “you want something only i can give you.”
“and what’s that?” you arch your hips towards him, not disguising how you’re dying to meet him. a carnal rush floods you, ready to claw his skin to drag him as close as possible.
bakugou’s laugh is cocky, like the answer to your question is self explanatory. a lamplight with a small flame light his ruby red eyes, turning them into molten lava. his hands rest on the door beside your head and he leans into you, giving you what you want. your whine is sweet when his cock rubs against your clit and you waste no time, grabbing him in your hand to fit between your thighs. he’s thick, the girth you only felt in your hands before, even bigger between your legs.
a harsh grunt comes from bakugou at your touch, adoring how your hands now roam his body. fingertips on his spine, his ass, arms and chest. he becomes all breathy, overwhelmed, ripples of muscle shaking every time he exhales. you do this to him, breaking him down until he’s just a lump of nerves.
“actually, i think you’re the needy one, katsuki,”
bakugou grips your thigh in his large palm tightly, yanking up your leg so your knee is pressed to your chest. you yelp when he manoeuvres you though it all turns into whimpers as he grinds his cock between your legs, hitting your clit perfectly. you knock your head back on the door behind you and bakugou grinds down on his teeth, hips thrusting uncontrolled.
“you fuckin’ drive me insane. you’re everywhere, can’t pay attention to shit anymore,” one hand sneaks up your chest to squeeze your breast and a moan falls from your lips.
your heart pounds with the admission, from his touches, “fuck me, katsuki but you gotta pull out. d-don’t want…”
“yeah, yeah can’t have you knocked up for the wedding,” he buts in, holding his cock in his fist and guiding it to the space between your legs.
“and i thought you wanted to save sex for after the wedding,” you wrap your arms tight around his neck, licking across his ear in a frenzy. bakugou rumbles in your arms and as soon as he meets your hole, it’s like air is sucked from the room.
“oh fuck, princess.”
you inhale deeply, feeling pleasure scorch through your body with a bite of pain. he’s massive, stretching you wide and he’s moving so slow. grinding up into you inch by inch as if he’s trying not to hurt you. you can tell it’s taking all his control though you want nothing more for him to be rough with you. to really fuck you like a chief would, like your husband would.
bakugou’s reached a whole other plane of existence. this is what it means to have feelings for the person you have sex with, to feel like you’re learning more about the other by being inside them. his breath is hot on your skin, pupils searching yours to see if you’re feeling the same.
the need is palpable in the air, for more, for everything. you curl your hand over the back of his neck, dragging his lips to yours.
“harder, fuck me harder, chief,” you demand and bakugou replies by pressing his lips to yours and doing what you say.
he’s all over you, starting a rhythm that would have your head rolling if he wasn’t kissing you so hard. you’re complete pleasure, hands raking through his hair, over his shoulders. his cock kisses your softest parts, again and again and again, so much of him inside of you that your breath halts in your throat.
“how is fuckin’ everythin’ about you so…,” a wet kiss lands on your jaw, then another with a swift flick of his hips making you whine, “so perfect.”
there’s no logical thought in bakugou’s head as he slides his hands under your ass and immediately your legs reach around his waist. it’s uncoordinated with the rest of the world but together, you’re in unison as your lips find each others again, sucking desperately in order to find out more. he holds all your weight effortlessly in his hands, carrying you to press against the curtains on the other side of the room.
he swears he’s trying to get to the bed but you’re so tight, so wet around him it feels heavenly. you’re against the curtains now, and with every deep thrust he gives, you fall further and further away from the realities of life, especially the sound of ripping from above you.
“oh god,” your voice shakes, meeting him with every thrust and you think your pleasure is capped until he begins to thumb at your clit. rubbing slow circles at a completely different speed to his cock. “you’re too big.”
bakugou’s chuckle vibrates down your eardrum and you chase his lips for another connection, “you know how to boost my ego, huh?”
to his delight, you drawl in a tone so sweet, “it’s true. so big.”
there’s no chance to reply when with reflexes faster than light, bakugou’s hand cradles your head to his chest and rushes you over to his bed, right before his curtains crash to the ground.
bakugou pays no mind to it, his hand drifting back to your clit and he coats your neck in his teeth marks. it’s so much easier to fuck you on his bed, your hair circling you, his knee sinking into his mattress and pulling one of his pillows to stuff under your lower back.
“did we just?” you can barely pay attention with how your eyes flutter shut at every kiss though it’s hard to ignore the massive uncovered window before you, showing the midnight sky ahead. you’re lucky this area of his house is private so nobody would be able to see what you’re doing.
your back arches, heat coiling tight in your stomach as his thumb speeds up against your clit. it’s a lot, “you made me break and rip the curtains, princess.”
“m-me? you’re the animal, throwing me ah-around!” you manage, though there’s no bite behind your words, instead you’re sinking your fingers into his hair, keeping his face close above yours.
“you love it, princess.”
katsuki is beautiful, rough edges, scars and marks against your softer curves and skin. your thumbs smooth against his eyebrows and you come to an understanding looking into his carmine eyes.
he flicks his thumb, and you gasp, mouth wide, “i’m gonna, i’m gonna c—,”
“i know, i know,” he soothes, squeezing your thigh, “i’ve got you.”
you never finish your sentence as shudders shake your body. your legs tighten around his waist when the starlight pleasure flushes your entire body, lighting you up from the inside. you think you’re scratching his back with your nails though the only words you catch him saying are rough mumbles of, “beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful,” before he gets hit with the same pleasure.
bakugou keeps his forearm by your head, careful to not crush you with his weight. he pulls out of you like he promised, white spluttering over your stomach and breasts. he tugs at his cock thrice with a growl and clenched eyes, the sweet release seeping out of his limbs and swapping with exhaustion.
you tire him, rendering undone like nothing has ever done before. he's careful to fall on the bed beside you, coming back to earth by yanking you into his chest for a cuddle.
“so that was good,” you muffle against his chest, reaching up to kiss his cheek.
bakugou doesn’t think he’s laughed so much in a single day, or even smiled. a chuckle erupts from him, pushing loose strands of hair off his face and looking over at you, already looking at him.
“good? don’t lie to me, honey.”
you run your finger along his collarbones, “you’re right, it was okay.”
bakugou rolls his eyes, grasping your chin in his hand and waving your head around. your giggles fill the room and bakugou feels his chest expand with fresh air.
“why are you still tryin’ to fuck with me?” he’s breathless. not from the sex, just from how happiness looks on you.
you pull his hand from your chin with barely any resistance, curling his fingers with your hand and laying his fist to your chest.
“it’s fun,” you grin and you’re so kissable above him that he finds himself pouting his lips just so that you can kiss him again. you whisper, “i loved it.”
“yeah?” he flicks his eyes down to the drying release on your stomach, “i’ll ask for them to boil some water. i’ll clean you up.”
“or we could go again?” you rub your thigh against his, your hand moving to cradle the side of his head. “me on top this time?”
bakugou doesn’t know how to say no to you, maybe he could have forced one last week but not now with the moonlight lighting up from behind you, making you glow like an angel. he also just doesn’t want to say no. he wants you again, he doesn’t think he’ll ever not.
you look almost shy, biting down on your lip though your need for him is so strong, you’re not afraid to ask.
“don’t be goin’ shy on me, princess,” he hums, “i’ll give you anythin’.”
your eyebrows rise, “you’d let me be on top?”
“course i would. why wouldn’t i?”
you shrug, getting on your knees to straddle his waist, “you don’t seem the type to be okay with being submissive.”
his hands rest on your thighs when you settle and you run your hands up the hard curves of his chest, “you being on top doesn’t mean i’m gonna be submissive below you. i’m still gonna fuck you.”
his blunt words have the coil in your stomach tighten all over again, warming up and spreading like a forest fire. you reach behind you to grasp at his half hard cock, holding him tightly. he shows no reaction minus the twitch in your palm.
“i could be submissive for you, let you have your way with me. talk how you’d like,” he slides a hand up to grasp at your breast, pinching your perked nipple between two fingertips, “not today though.”
you’re like a mewling cat, curling into his palm for more of his touch. you lift your hips, slowly sinking onto his cock and getting used to the stretch of him at a whole new angle.
“oh god,” you screech unexpectedly, rolling in the fact you feel him growing inside you, getting harder by the second.
“katsuki. i thought you didn’t wanna see me as a deity,” he chuckles amused before thrusting upwards and having you fall forward, hands bracing on his chest.
“katsuki!”
“shit, you’re the prettiest thing. all for me. gonna get me addicted,” he blurts every thought on his mind, the feeling of your warmth completely sheathing him overwhelming.
you already look fucked out your mind, barely remembering how you wanted to fuck him. you lift your hips and begin bouncing on his cock, flinging your head back and whining when every touch touches your spot without fail.
“right there, honey?” and he sounds so sickly sweet, honey down your throat as he drags you down by the back of your neck to kiss him. it’s messy and wet, his tongue out to lick across yours.
“i can’t be a good, fuck, a good husband if you don’t talk to me.”
“feels so good, katsuki,” you say, the squelching sound of your wetness louder than your voice, “i think i’m gonna die.”
another laugh chases through him, his hands dipping down to squeeze your ass, “you’re not dying on me, honey.”
sex with bakugou is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. so completely devastating in the most beautiful way. you moan like a whore when he roughly squeezes your asscheeks and your eyes clench shut when a finger, lubricated in your own wetness, rubs circles against your asshole.
katsuki pays attention, watching every reaction to be sure you won’t be able to even joke saying that sex is okay with him.
“you like when i touch your ass, princess?” your head is stuffed in his neck, wailing loud enough he’s sure the maids and servants must be able to hear, “my wife is a dirty girl.”
“i-i’m not,” you murmur, unsure to correct him on the wife or dirty part.
he keeps at the circles with his finger, rutting his hips up every time you try to fuck back into him. he’s stronger, movements filled with so much more power, that your body shakes. you’re so close to bursting.
bakugou can tell you’re close, “say you are and i’ll let you come.”
you try to lift up, “you’re so annoying.”
he grins, punctuating his comment was a thrust, “c’mon.”
you bite down on your lip, the burning hot need killing you.
it’s a whisper, “i’m a dirty girl.”
“that’s not what i want.” he presses on your ass and you gasp. so close.
“i’m your dirty wife,” you’re unable to bite at him, instead your teeth find the meat of his shoulder as your orgasm rushes through you with ocean size waves.
bakugou stuffs an inch of his finger in your ass, and you burst, clenching around his cock so tight, he’s calling out to whatever god is listening so he doesn’t come inside you.
the pleasure feels unreal. rattling down to your fingertips, clearing your head like you’re walking through clouds. there are no thoughts but this beautiful man below you.
when you’re finished, body limp on his, he’s quick to roll you off him, coming all over his chest.
you’re all sweaty and sticky, not even bothering to lay back in his arms though he can’t help but find your hand and kiss it softly.
“i want you with me all day tomorrow.”
“katsuki—,” you start but he continues.
“i wanna feed you the best shit i can get, have you meet daisy properly, meet my friends, properly take you into the village. i’ll get the key for the library too,” he breathes in a rush. he rolls his head to face you, “i meant what i said, i’m gonna be the best for you.”
your smile is sleepy, “i don’t doubt it but i think most of tomorrow might be in bed.”
his eyes shine, “you’re insatiable. my cock is that good?”
you push his face with your fingers, “no stupid, i’m probably going to ache tomorrow.”
his adoration for you doesn’t leave, “it’s the same question, princess. my cock is that good?”
you huff though you don’t fight your smile.
“i’ll look after you. i’ll get some hot water to clean us up for now and we can bathe in the morning.”
bakugou sits up, raking his hand through his hair and resting his other on your thigh.
“okay,” you’re glowing, cheeks raised.
then he’s up and off, shoving on some old cloths not before turning around to check you haven’t magically disappeared from the bed. you obviously haven’t, though you’re resting on your forearms looking out the curtainless window. you feel him staring so you look at him again.
“yes?”
bakugou grunts, rubbing his face roughly like it will wake him up out of his new lovesickness over his fiancé.
“nothin’. don’t leave,” he moves to shut the door behind him but he still hears you call out.
“this is my home! where else would i go?”
bakugou needs to stop this stupid grin before his servants think he’s actually under a spell… who’s he fooling? they all heard your screams earlier.
on my break rn and i literally cannot stop thinking abt dry humping w bsf!bakugou like. normal roughhousing play fighting that is integral to your relationship goes slightly too far and you make a Noise when his knee slots between your legs and he's red in the face asking you what the fuck was that? then suddenly you're kissing all tongue and teeth and spit and he's grinding his hips into yours and his hands are grabbing your chest and yours are grabbing his hair and dragging him closer. he comes in his pants and you both stop dead staring at each other panting while you try to come up with something to say.
you end up sitting on opposite ends of the couch for the entire rest of your movie night and when you're leaving you shake fucking hands like business men cause the normal shove and hug is too intimate now.
texting him later that night to say "hi u gave me a hickey" and he just responds "ok". (he is fucking his fist thinking about the noise you made and how soft you were under him and how he wants to kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss you again).
hanging out with all your friends maybe a week after this and the normal clingy shit you both do is nowhere to be seen. you don't sit together, don't lean into his chest to show him something on your phone, he doesn't have his arm hooked around your neck in a halfhearted headlock. you two don't even look at each other.
everyone thinks you're fighting— it's happened before, you're both stubborn and annoying and don't communicate well at the best of times— and when mina asks "what's your problem? are you arguing again?" you both say yes way too fast and way too in sync. clearly you had the same idea to cover up whatever the fuck happened even if no one knows.
not even ten minutes later you're holed up in kirishimas bathroom kissing like your life depends on it. but still not talking about it.
oh now that i think abt it i have something to add:
you do eventually, after dancing around it for actual months (cause bsf!bkg is annoying as fuck and stubborn as a mule but so are you) and pretending like nothing happened, fall into bed with each other for some subpar at best sex. but it's him and it's you so it doesn't really matter how bad your first time (!!!) was because you got to experience it together.
laying in his bed afterwards staring at the ceiling with warm faces and rabbit-paced hearts, you listen to each other breathing to see who'll break the silence first.
you do, eventually, but only to be a shit.
you shift onto your side, katsuki turns his head to look at you with an expression you can't quite place and before he even gets the huffed little "what?" out, you're sticking your hand out at his chest. he stares at it, red cheeks growing even redder when he realises what the fuck you're doing.
you're trying to shake his fucking hand after you just had sex for the first time.
you're then tackled down into his sheets and you're laughing so brightly and his ears are so red even as he swears at you and growls out "the fuck is your problem, huh? think you're so fucking funny?"
you do think you're funny. you also think you're in love with your best friend, and hope he's in love with you too.
you’re sprawled on the couch, as gojo is gently wiping away the mess you two made between your thighs.
“you okay, baby?” he whispers softly, leaning down to kiss your knee affectionately.
you nod quietly. he smiles softly. “my sweet girl is all worn out, hm?”
you hum in response.
he frowns, and carefully scoops you up into his lap. “hey.. hey sweetheart..”
he kisses your cheek gently.
“i didn’t hurt you, right?” you shake your head, looping your arms around his neck to reassure him that you’re fine, just tired.
he sighs in relief, and suddenly stands up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. you do so obediently.
he pulls you into the bathroom, and gently tugs off your clothes. he turns on the bathtub, checking the temperature of the water every now and then.
“mm.. okay, I think the water is fine. let’s get you clean and comfortable, baby.” he smiles, and helps you into the bath.
after you’re in the bathtub, he slides in behind you. “shh.. just relax for me, honey. I’ll be super gentle.”
satoru gojos playful side was still present.. a bit, but he understands that you need someone to lean on.
his long fingertips graze along your spine as he lathers your back in soap.
after he cleaned you up, he helped you out of the bath, pulling his shirt over your head that swallowed you whole. he slide your comfortable cotton underwear almost reverently onto your hips and under.
he met your sleepy gaze for half a second, keeping your drowsiness in mind.
he brushed your hair, being careful of tugging at knots.
and finally, as sleep was taking over you, he tucked you under the covers.
he slid next to you in bed, gently pulling your back into his chest as he ran his fingers through your damp locks.
“mm.. g’night baby, love you.” he whispers, emphasizing his love by planting a kiss on your forehead.
ts is my first tumblr post 😭 ik it sucks but oh wellll
human anatomy major!gojo describing what he's doing to you when he's like 11 inches deep 😋
ᥫ᭡ extra credit if you survive....!!
“—feel thattt?, that right there is your cervix.”
you blink up at him, half-delirious, half-annoyed while his hips grind relentlessly into you. his stupid grin is blinding even in the dark, damp white hair falling into his eyes as he keeps lecturing to your trembling figure underneath him.
“satoru—shut the fuck up—” you tried to bring his head close to yours to somehow stop his vile lecture—
“ah—ah,” he wags a finger, cock distending you so well that you could almost feel like you were splitting into two.
“no interrupting the professor. now—what you’re feeling right now? that’s me displacing your vaginal walls.” he says it like he’s narrating off of a textbook, his cock hitting those hot spots inside you that you didn't even know existed.
“—observe,” satoru drawls again, hips rolling in a lazy, devastating rhythm that has you clawing helplessly at the sheets, “as my cock stimulates the pubococcygeus muscle.”
you don’t even know what the fuck that means—you’re too busy crying out, walls spasming around him as he grins down at you, sweat dripping from his temple.
“shut—up—oh-” you gasp, trembling when he pulls out just an inch, then slams back in, your body arching violently.
“tsk. wrong answer, sweetheart. class participation is graded.” his smirk widens, blue eyes flashing mischievously as he presses your legs up higher, folding you like he owns you. “sooo—what do you say when i’m hitting your cervix just right?”
your voice catches in your throat, words tumbling out as more of a strangled war cry than anything coherent. “f-fuck you—can't-oh-"
“ding ding ding! incorrect—agaaain.” he smirks, rocking into you with maddening gluttony. “the correct answer was: ‘thank you, professor satoru—for this hands-on demonstration.’
you let out a broken sob-laugh, somewhere between wanting to suffocate his stupid face and wanting him to never stop.
"fuck you and your biology—"
“mm—but you’re clenching like i just hit your cervix—oh wait—i did."” he cackles, dragging his cock out slow enough to feel every vein, then slamming back in with enough force to make your vision stutter. “now—if you’ll direct your attention here—”
he presses a cold thumb amusingly against your clit, circling lightly as if he were tracing diagrams in chalk.
“—we have the anterior fornix. notice how my cock—ah, wait for it—” he angles his hips deeper, and you choke on a scream as white-hot pleasure shoots through you, “—slides riiight underneath the bladder. that pressure—ya' feel it? write it down.”
“satoru—oh, my god—” you cry out—tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“mm, yeah, that's good,” his chuckle erupts strained, bending down to catch your jaw between his fingers, forcing your eyes open. “stay with me, sweetheart. professor’s still lecturing, yeah?”
the angle shifts, his length dragging against every trembling nerve inside you, until your entire body spasms, cunt choking on him like you’re begging him to stay.
he falters as he clenches his teeth together when he feels you gripping his cock, squeezing it. felt too good to be true—
“quiz time, angel. one problem left: calculate how much cum i’m about to dump in ya'.”
you’re sprawled on the couch, as gojo is gently wiping away the mess you two made between your thighs.
“you okay, baby?” he whispers softly, leaning down to kiss your knee affectionately.
you nod quietly. he smiles softly. “my sweet girl is all worn out, hm?”
you hum in response.
he frowns, and carefully scoops you up into his lap. “hey.. hey sweetheart..”
he kisses your cheek gently.
“i didn’t hurt you, right?” you shake your head, looping your arms around his neck to reassure him that you’re fine, just tired.
he sighs in relief, and suddenly stands up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. you do so obediently.
he pulls you into the bathroom, and gently tugs off your clothes. he turns on the bathtub, checking the temperature of the water every now and then.
“mm.. okay, I think the water is fine. let’s get you clean and comfortable, baby.” he smiles, and helps you into the bath.
after you’re in the bathtub, he slides in behind you. “shh.. just relax for me, honey. I’ll be super gentle.”
satoru gojos playful side was still present.. a bit, but he understands that you need someone to lean on.
his long fingertips graze along your spine as he lathers your back in soap.
after he cleaned you up, he helped you out of the bath, pulling his shirt over your head that swallowed you whole. he slide your comfortable cotton underwear almost reverently onto your hips and under.
he met your sleepy gaze for half a second, keeping your drowsiness in mind.
he brushed your hair, being careful of tugging at knots.
and finally, as sleep was taking over you, he tucked you under the covers.
he slid next to you in bed, gently pulling your back into his chest as he ran his fingers through your damp locks.
“mm.. g’night baby, love you.” he whispers, emphasizing his love by planting a kiss on your forehead.
ts is my first tumblr post 😭 ik it sucks but oh wellll
Satoru's helping you overcome your shyness in bed 18+
If anyone had to describe you in one word, it be shy.
You only ever spoke when spoken to. you were always polite. So respectful. You were seen as sheepish.
but oh, how you hated it.
You'd do anything. literally anything. to overcome this habit. So when your dear boyfriend satoru heard your sudden cry for help.
he offered his aid instantly.
and you took it of course...without really checking how he'd help..
which is exactly how you ended up under him, eyes glimmering with salty tears that threathned to fall. he had your legs hoovering on his shoulders and of course a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you struggle.
his cock was buried deep inside you and yet he refused to move, not until you looked at him at least.
"come on baby-it's just me, look at me" Satoru cooed, breath fawing over your thigh's soft skin. You whined, refusing; your lips quivering as frustration filled your aching body.
He watched closely as you urged your hands towards your face. to hide. Your senses heightned when you heard him chuckle at your defense. before you could even form a coherent word, satoru leaned down, making his cock drag deeper along your tight walls
With a sly motion he grasped your hands in his own, pressing them over your head.
"You'll have to do a lot more than that to hide from me, you know that right baby?"
the loudest moan left your lips as you finally looked into his cerulean eyes. "Atta girl"he praised against your lips, kissing you. his tongue intruding your mouth as he began thrusting his hips into yours.
"d-deeper toru-" you moaned breathlessly, eyes rolling back as you pulled away from his soft lips.
<synopsis> after a long night, satoru and suguru take care of you
A/N: first slightly freaky deaky fic kinda nervous... but this was just itching my brain and i needed to write something like this. i ♡ being coddled and reading fics like this ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა
cw: satosugu x fem!reader, slightly suggestive, subspace (?), hints to rough/intense sex, toru and sugu are veryyyyy doting and caring, implied soft dom sugu, switch toru, sub!reader, petnames (baby, princess, good girl), afab!reader MDNI
hope you enjoy !! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
your eyes are unfocused, staring at the wall next to the bed, a little hiccup escaping your lips as satoru gently moves your legs into position, spread over his arms. your head rests on suguru's bicep, his body lying next to yours, observing satoru's movements. drool drips down your chin, your hair a bird’s nest, with your mascara streaming down your puffy cheeks. tears still coat your pretty eyes, clinging to your lashes, your scleras all red.
you choke out a whimper as satoru runs a soft, wet cloth through your folds, your legs squirming from the sensitivity. suguru shushes you, pressing a wet kiss to your sweaty temple, cooing sweet nothings to you,
"s'okay baby, i’ve got you.. s'okay.."
his voice is soft and sweet as he rubs his large hand over your tummy, gently pressing down just to see you squirm a little more. he chuckles before apologising softly. his fingers pinch your chin, guiding your limp head to look his way. you look so precious, so spent. he planting another wet kiss to your puffy lips, smiling because you don't even have the energy to reciprocate that.
"she's gone,"
he sighs, looking towards satoru who's focused on wiping you down and cleaning you up diligently. only the best for his sweet princess.
"and who's fault is that?"
he replies playfully, though his voice is still a little shaky, his breathing still fast paced. suguru runs a hand through satoru's hair, sweeping down to his jaw, his thumb rubbing over his bottom lip. satoru relaxes under suguru's touch as he leans into his palm with warm, pink cheeks and slightly swollen lips.
"you did good today, you know that..?"
suguru praises, his voice low and soothing. satoru nods, his lids fluttering shut, a soft huff escaping his lips.
"mh.."
you stir next to them, your head lolling to the other side, glazed eyes gazing up at suguru. a few tears still roll down your cheeks, your little sniffle catching suguru's attention.
"hey, princess.. you comin' back..?"
suguru asks in the same tone he talked to satoru in, though it's softer with you.
you blink, your puffy lips all pouty. you attempt a nod, but it doesn't really work. it's cute how out of it you get during aftercare, how vulnerable you get. suguru loves it, he loves you depending on him.
satoru loves it too, but usually his head is a little fuzzy afterwards too, so suguru is usually better at looking after you, satoru just does what suguru tells him to.
"satoru.. why don't you go start the bath,"
satoru nods, getting up and heading to the bathroom. suguru starts guiding you to sit up but you whine, hands flying to grip onto his arm, wanting to stay all curled up on the bed.
"c'mon pretty, i know.. i know, we’ll be quick, okay?"
he coaxes, pulling you to sit over his lap before hoisting you up in his arms, holding you close. you wrap your limbs around him, nestling your face in the crook of his neck.
he wraps a thin blanket around you, carrying you to the bathroom and sitting down on the toilet seat before putting you in his lap. he presses a kiss to your head, patting your back soothingly.
"she okay?"
satoru asks, glancing over to the two of you as he gets your makeup remover, kneeling in front of you and suguru.
"she's okay, right baby?"
suguru gets your attention with a few bounces of his knee and you nod, looking up at satoru as he wipes the remaining makeup off your face before kissing your pouty lips.
"so cute.."
satoru coos, wiping away the mascara staining your cheeks as you stare at him, your cheeks warming up a little. you shut your eyes, letting him take off your eye makeup, suguru brushes your hair at the same time, tying it up neatly.
"..'m sleepy.."
you mumble, keeping your eyes closed even after satoru finishes washing your face. he chuckles, lifting you from suguru's lap and leading you to the bath.
"s'okay baby, you can sleep soon.. c'mon, biiiig step,"
he helps you into the bath, holding onto your hands to keep you steady. your legs are still so shaky like a newborn fawn, you'd probably collapse if he let go. satoru gets in behind you, guiding you to lay your head on his chest.
suguru kneels outside the tub, dipping his hand into the water to help clean you, gently massaging some sore areas.
satoru whispers praises into your hair, his hand gently squeezing your hips.
"such a good girl, huh? took it so well.."
you're practically asleep already on his chest, eyes shut, your breath fanning against his skin, humming with every kiss he plants on your neck.
suguru leaves, going to change the dirty sheets in the bedroom, leaving you and satoru alone. satoru closes his eyes too, his face resting on your shoulder. his chest rises and falls below you. you shiver at the feeling of his breath against your wet skin, nuzzling yourself closer to him. your boyfriend hums in response, holding you tighter.
suguru comes back with towels for the both of you. he gently picks you up from satoru's embrace, wrapping your pink, fluffy towel around you before helping satoru out as well.
"c'mon you two, bed time.."
he chuckles, the two of you leaning against him as he guides you both to bed. you watch him as he picks out one of your little nightgowns and pulls it over you head before helping you slip into a pair of panties.
"you hurt, princess?"
he asks softly, lips pressed to the side of your head and he helps you stand, hands squeezing your hips. he turns you around, searching for any scratches blemishes. your skin is a little irritated in some areas, but you seem fine - especially with how you shake your head in response to his question. he lays you down with your cinamoroll plushie while he tends to satoru.
he dresses satoru quickly, checking him over for injuries too - of course he's a little more scratched up than you are, but it’s nothing a little bit of ointment can't help.
"you feeling okay?"
he asks, and satoru slowly nods, his hands playing with yours as suguru rubs cream over his back. his head hangs low, eyes focused on you and how you shy away from the attention, how ironic. once suguru is done, you tug on his hand weakly, pulling him into bed next to you. his arms curl around your middle, letting you tuck yourself up against his chest, breathing in the scent of the bubble bath that clings to his skin. suguru smiles, laying behind you, leaving you squished in between the two of them. it's warm and cosy, and it makes you feel so so safe, especially after the night the three of you had.
the two of them plant kisses to the top of your head, mumbling quiet praises before the room goes quiet, the sound of your boyfriend's breathing being the only thing you hear before you slip into dreamland.
18+ smut, toji x shy fem reader, teasing, dirty talk, reassurance, toji talks you through it, softdom dynamic
girls who stumble over their words when asked what they want from him. the sweet kind that get red in the face when he rucks his shirt up to his shoulders and seats them in his lap. ones he knows are too shy to do anything but sit there and ogle him while he gets off on the attention.
and toji doesn’t push or pressure because he’s simply not that type of guy. he’ll offer himself up to you instead, letting you do as you see fit as long as it both makes you feel good.
“you can touch, baby.” he reassures you, letting his shoulders relax and his body recline further against the cushions. he gets cocky when he’s like this, arms laid out over the back of the couch to show off his ridiculous wingspan. pants already unbuttoned with his cock straining hard through the lips of his zipper.
you start with his biceps, tentative draws of your palm against the taught muscle there. toji hums in approval at your soft touch, letting his head fall back to face the ceiling. you have a full view of his abs and chest with how high his shirt is pulled up, inky happy trail creeping up from the base of his dick before fizzling my out below his navel.
you move up to his collar next, fingers dipping under the neck of his shirt curiously. you can feel the beginning of a scar. the soft but raised skin standing out against a plain of tanned muscle.
“fuck. sweet girl.” he mumbles.
toji can’t help but smile. out of all the places to touch, you choose the only clothed part of him? you're too cute.
you move downwards like you can read his mind, fingers trailing south until you hit the hem of his shirt, tentatively raising the fabric up. your eyes meet his shyly, silent asking for permission to go further, and toji grants you it immediately.
“don’t be shy, there we go.” he says, pulling the garment over his head himself. he rewards you for the bravery with a sloppy kiss to your shoulder, feeling you shudder at the affection.
“touch me however you want, angel.” he sighs into your skin.
“you're embarrassing me.” you mumble, trying to fight a giddy smile. you’re not exactly sure what to do with yourself now that the challenge of getting his shirt off is over with. toji all of his attention on you and only you. eyes narrowed and a small smirk on his face like he’s waiting to see what you do next.
“how come?” his big hand comes up to cradle your cheek softly. you let him run his thumb over the supple skin there, melting further into his touch. “hm? tell me what you want then.” he teases, enjoying the way his words make you squirm.
"you want these?" he asks heatedly, flexing his biceps on either side of himself with a toothy grin.
you shake your head shyly, giggling under your breath at all the bravado.
"no? alright." he hums softly, letting his hands settle at the dips of your waist.
"my fingers then?" he questions, squeezing each digits into the supple skin there. "could do that thing I did for you last time." he offers. the way he says is far too sweet compared to the images you brain conjures up at his suggestion. flashes of his hand on your pussy last night burn through your brain like wildfire, sending heat down your body to your sopping wet center.
still, you shake your head again, leaning forward to nose at the curve of his neck.
"mmm, not that either, huh?" toji drawls. strong hands dip down from your waist to settle right above your ass.
"how about this?" he asks, using his leverage on his hips to press you down against the hard imprint of his cock. "you want this, angel?"
slick starts to pool in the gusset of your panties as he rocks you back and forth over his bulge. toji's already sporting a wet patch at the front of his boxers from all the attention you'd given him. his cock twitches when you squirm over him, arms thrown around his shoulders to keep you stable.
“yeah? you need that?” he asks lowly, eyes seeped in a lustful haze. toji’s never looked at you this brazen before. hungry, like he wants to devour you whole and lick your bones clean.
you nod, trying so desperately to voice just how badly you need him, but all that leaves your lips is a quiet, breathless moan.
“yeah you do.” he whispers to himself, hooking his thumb into his waistband to get his jeans and underwear around his ankles. you watch him spit into his palm harshly and wrap his hand around his length, stroking heavy base to flushed tip.
you wait for him to tell you what he wants next. for him to get you on your knees, maybe bend you over the arm of the couch if he's feeling impatient. only, toji doesn't stop stroking himself. instead, he brings his other hand to your waist, squeezing reassuringly.
"what do you need, baby?" he asks smugly, thumbing over the slit of his cock with a quiet groan. you have half a mind to just stay like this if you really want to, watching him play with himself while your panties soak all the way through.
except, toji's never been one to play fair, and you know he won't give you more than this unless you speak up.
he starts to buck up into his fist just the slightest bit, enough to fuck his hand, but not enough to jostle you. the pre he's leaking eases every glide of his palms a little more, filling the room with the steady schlk-schlk-schlk of his fist around his cock.
you muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, glancing down briefly to pull your panties to the side as an invitation. toji keeps his gaze firmly locked on your blushing expression, head cocked to the side with his mouth curled up.
"what is it? hm?" he whispers, still stroking himself at a steady pace.
you huff something unintelligible once you realize he's not going to look, and that earns a grin from him. toji slows his fist just the slightest bit, bringing his free hand in between your legs to pet at your swollen clit.
"you can tell me, c'mon." he reassures. fingers dipping down to your hole to spread some of that wetness onto your sensitive bud. heat bundles in your core like a match to a candle wick, growing hotter and hotter with every press of his fingers.
"i need something to cum on." you mumble quietly. you see the corner of his mouth twitch up as soon as the words leave your mouth chest rumbling in approval. his hand doesn't let up around the length of his dick, stroking faster now that he knows how bad you need him.
"yeah? need to cum on my dick?"
you nod, giggling at the flurry of sloppy kisses he lens in to press into the column of your throat. his strong hand comes to rest on your back and urge your forward while the other holds his cock steady, flushes and ready to be sat on.
"see what happens when you're sweet on me?" he teases, lifting his hips up to fully sink into your throbbing heat. you moan quietly, feeling every inch of him slide home.
"i always give you what you want, don't i?" his thumb comes forward to rub over your clit gently while the other fastens to your hip, helping you set the pace for him.
you feel insatiable, thighs starting to burn as you fuck yourself up and down on his dick. you let your hands grab onto whatever you can manage. one on his bicep, the other on his shoulder. toji takes a moment to grind his hips up just the slightest bit and that hits something devastating inside of you, ushering you that much closer to your high.
"not gonna last long, are you?" he teases through grit teeth. he's just as close, if not closer judging by how fuck out his expression in.
you whine when he brings his hand up to you chin to keep your gaze stead, squeezing your cheeks until your mouth forms a pout from the force. he always gets meaner when he's about to cum, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't love it
toji's doing more of the work than you at this point, and you let him, feeling every stroke of his cock against your walls as your orgasm approaches. you clench down hard on him and he lets your face go briefly, letting you hide in his neck right as you gush all over him.
"there we go, that's it pretty girl." he muses. shivers wrack your entire body as the last of your orgasm washes over the both of you. toji slows the pace to a slow grind of his hips, arms locked tight around your waist to hold you down while he chases his own high.
he ruts his hips once, then twice, finally spilling his load in between your legs with a groan situated so deep in his chest that you feel the vibrations. you moan helplessly into the damp skin where his neck meets his shoulder, grinding your clit against the base of his cock just to feel those first sparks of overstim soar up your spine.
he lays you on your back once both of your heads have floated back down from the clods, still sheathed inside of you while his cum drizzles out of you around the girth of his dick.
"my shy girl." he huffs fondly, rubbing his hands up and down your shivering body.
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"Oh, I know, my poor girl," Yuji cooed, pressing a palm to your lips to muffle the whimpers as he sank another thick inch into your fluttering walls. "I know, I know—fuck, baby—just breathe, I've got you."
His hand slowly moved to cup your waist, rubbing soft circles as he pressed quick kisses to your flushed face.
Yuji was the sweetest boyfriend. He tried his best—careful as can be—the burning sting of his fat cock splitting you open, flat on your back & whining at how good it hurt.
"Yuji—" You gasped out, sinking your claws into his back as your eager cunt practically sucked another inch in.
"There's my girl," he whispered, eyes fluttering as he groaned, hips thrusting down against yours instinctively. "I knew she missed me."
Yuji rubbed his palm soothingly over the bulge on your lower stomach, slowly bottoming out with a breathy whine.
"Hey!" You squeaked out, arching up against him, chest to chest, stomach to ab, and nose to nose. "Fuck, jus' stay still for a second, idiot."
"Yes, ma'am." He whispered, beefy arms caging you against the mattress as his eyes flicked over your face. "It's ok; the poor girl isn't dying."
"Easy for you to say," you grumbled, spreading your thighs to better bracket against his hips. "You're not the one being stuffed."
"It's not stuffing; it's making love."
"It is stuffing. Just because you love me while doing it doesn't change that." Your fingertips grazed his jaw, giggling softly as you rolled up against him. "I think you're a big fat meanie for that."
"Mm. I definitely do love you," Yuji mused, gripping your hips. "And I love feeling you almost as much, pretty girl."
"Yuji," you mumbled, cheeks flushing as his hips slowly ground against yours, sending shocks of pure pleasure up your spine. "Oh my god—please, baby, please?"
"Please what?" he hummed, giving a short thrust. "Use your words, c'mon, be a good girl."
"Yuji, I swear—" you whined pitifully, rolling your hips up against his, chasing after the delicious friction he was trying to deny. "Baby, please fuck me." Your nails sank into his back, trying to drag him closer. "Please, please, please."
"Fuck, baby, do you expect me to say no when you're beggin' for me like that?" Yuji pulled back, leaving only his aching tip prodding at your entrance, teasing like he was going to pull out, leaving you helpless, yet... Yuji wouldn't dare.
His hands were firm on your hips as he slammed back in to the hilt, gasping at the way your throbbing cunt squeezed each thick inch of him in.
The filthiest squelch as it swallowed him down to the base—fuck, did he love the feeling of you around him.
Even more, he loved the sight even better, leaning down to press a searing kiss to your lips as he set a ruthless pace, knocking the headboard into your wall with each maddening thrust.
Your lips mashed against his, whimpering as his blushing tip repeatedly left sloppy kisses on your cervix, claiming it.
"Mngh, baby?" You breathed out, dragging your nails up his back until your palms were flush against the back of his neck. "Just like that."
"Yes, ma'am." Yuji nodded, leaning down to bury his face against your neck, whining out at each deep-hitting thrust. "You feel so good, baby; I think m' gonna die here."
Your nose buried in his hair, nails scratching through the strands effortlessly, holding Yuji plush against you, the marks you'd left over his back a pretty red as he squeezed his arms around you.
Fuck, his biceps are so big.
"Baby!?" You squeaked out, a whimper tinging your tone as his pace slowed into a filthy grind, each roll of his hips rubbing sinfully against your clit. "m'gonna—"
Yuji only nodded against your skin with a breathy groan; he was close too. So close it was almost painful.
It's always so hot, seeing the big, strong, beaming basketball captain be reduced to a whiny mess every time he fucks you.
"You're so pretty." Yuji forced out, pulling back to gaze down at you, acting like you couldn't feel his tip twitching so deep inside you. "I love you."
"You—fuck—are such a dork sometimes." You pressed your palm to his cheek, guiding him back down to your lips, pressing a soft kiss there. "I love you too."
"Honey... you're sooo mean to me." He whined, breath hitching with yours as your climax fast approached, walls spasming around him with a whimper.
"Yuji—" you mewled, going limp in his arms as he felt the gush of your release hit his thighs.
"There you are, pretty." Yuji sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw, followed by one pressed to the corner of your mouth & one final sharp thrust before his hips stuttered, and he came. "You did so good f'me."
“shhh, my sweet girl… eyes on me, yeah? just like that.”
suguru’s voice is velvet soft, honeyed, even as his hips snap forward in a brutal, deep thrust that makes your whole body jolt against the mattress.
his big hands cradle your face like you’re made of glass, thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks while he sinks impossibly deeper, his fat cock stretching you open, kissing right up against your cervix, making your tummy bulge everytime he bottoms out.
“s-sugu… too deep… you’re so big…” you whimper.
“i know, baby, i know,” he coos, pressing the softest kiss to the tip of your nose. “you’re takin’ me so well though. my perfect little thing, hm? feel how full you are? that’s all for you.”
he gave your another hard thrust. your legs shaking everytime he snap his hips. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room but his touches stay gentle, reverent. he dips down, tongue flicking out to catch the fat tear rolling down your cheek, licking it away slow and tender like it’s something precious.
“you look so pretty when you cry f’me. makes me want to fuck you harder, baby.”
your legs tremble around his waist, nails digging into the thick muscles of his back while he fucks you hard enough to make the headboard knock against the wall. but his mouth never leaves your face. kissing your eyelids, your temples, the corner of your trembling lips. everywhere his lips could reach.
“s’too much… sugu—!”
“you can take it, sweet girl. you always do.” he murmurs against your forehead, pressing a lingering kiss there while grinding in deep circles, stirring your insides until you’re sobbing. “look how good this pussy’s grippin’ me… like she doesn’t wanna let go. she loves bein’ stuffed full, doesn’t she?”
you nod frantically, tears slipping free, your words dissolving into pathetic little whines.
he smiles softly, even as he starts pounding faster, harder, his thick cock rearranging your guts with every snap of his hips.
“that’s my good girl… my pretty, pretty baby.” another kiss to your sweaty brow. “gonna fill you up so nice, okay? gonna give you everything you need.”
his thumbs swipe under your eyes again, collecting more tears, kissing them away one by one.
you’re shaking so much. your poor pussy fluttering around him, you’re so close. so close it hurts.
“cum for me, angel,” he whispers, lips brushing yours in the gentlest kiss. “let me feel you. let me feel that pussy squeeze me in.”
you shattered in his arms. cumming so hard that your back arched, legs shaking violently but he just holds your face tighter, kissing every inch he can reach while he fucks you through it, slow and deep and devastatingly passionate.
“there you go… that’s it, my sweet girl. so perfect... always so perfect for me.” and then he follows right after, giving you two more hard thrusts after stilling and holding you down, his cock unloading thick spurts of cum deep inside you. he cums so much it leaked around his shaft. making a puddle of cum on the sheets.
he stays buried to the hilt even after, still thrusting lazily into you, kissing your tear-streaked cheeks until you’re boneless and smiling underneath him.
you felt so utterly fucked.
just like always.
first time writing for suguru kinda nervous...
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