can't sleep? don't worry katsuki bakugo has just the right solution! <3
you felt like you were about to scream into your pillow. the alarm on your clock reading 3:34 am — meaning you weren't able to fall asleep at all until now.
what's even worse? your boyfriend practically looking like a statue, sprawled on the bed without any worries. meanwhile you didn't stop turning and tossing until now, too frustated to try anymore.
sighing you decide for the last standing option — waking up the man himself. everyone knew katsuki has a strict sleeping schedule, and that didn't change much even when you started dating, and honestly you resepect it.
but not today. if you weren't able to fall sleep in the next hour there was no way you could wake up on time tomorrow. so, having no choice left, you poke your boyfriend in the face. once — nothing. you do it again. he grumbles something in his sleep, still not really waking up.
not getting any other sign that he's gonna wake up, you start leaving kisses all over his face, until he's visibly twitching, eyebrows slightly furrowed. a last kiss on his lips seems to finally shaken him awake, as he lets out a confused groan against your mouth.
you pull away, now being eye to eye with katsuki, who was looking at you like he was pissed — but also worried.
"the fuck's wrong with you? it's the middle of the night."
he leans up, back against the headboard now, staring at you confused. you frown, moving to straddle his hips, your bare legs connecting with his.
his eyes narrow — still moving his hands to your thighs. "i can't sleep 'suki. think im cursed."
his expression visibly softens at your frustated tone, finally understanding why you woke him up so late. he moves his hand up to your face, thumb caressing the tired circles under your eyes.
"yeah? my pretty girl can't sleep?" you shake your head, leaning into his touch.
"let me help you. know just the right' thing to put you to sleep."
you couldn't even process his words, before he already flipped you onto your back, your head hitting the soft matress. he moves on top of you, knee between your thighs, so he doesn't crush you with his weight.
he leans in, kissing your soft lips, the kiss lazy. meanwhile, his hands move down your sides, pushing the oversized shirt on your torso up, exposing your panties.
his tongue moves lazily against yours, his hand parting your thighs, making enough space to fit. the moment his fingers caress your pussy over your panties makes you gasp in his mouth, back arching to meet his touch.
"my poor girl' couldn't sleep all night huh?" he murmurs against your lips, moving his kisses down your beck, sucking gently at the skin.
your hand moves to grip his hair — his hand slapping against your slick cunt. the material is clinging pathetically to your pussy, the layer of clothing basically useless at this point.
he doesn't rush his movements, just slowly pulling your underwear down your legs, his hand immediatly moving to touch your bare pussy.
"mhmm already so soaked'n perfect for me."
his fingers run up and down your folds, the action making you squirm under him, desperatly wanting more. it's like he's reading your mind because he finally takes a finger and slowly pushes against your entrance, meanwhile his thumb presses down on your clit.
you whimper quietly, your walls already clenching around his finger before it's even all the way in, making him groan.
"c'mon baby open up f'me."
taking a deep breath you relax around him — and he's finally able to push in two of his fingers without much resistence.
the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you fill the room, his rymth lazy as his head rests in your neck.
"mhmm — 'suki feels so good." your voice is almost a whisper, the squelches of your cunt overtoning you. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your nub, never stopping his gentle thrusts.
"so wet just from my fingers." he sounds approving, free hand groping your tits, stimulating the sensitive nubs.
a small moan escapes your mouth, hips pushing up involuntary, looking for more pleasure.
katsuki looks like he's about to fall asleep — eyes half-lidded and controlled breaths leaving him. but nevertheless, he continues his thrusts, while still stimualting both your clit and nipples. you whimper, coming closer to your release, legs tensing the closer you get.
with a final push of his fingers, your pussy clenches around his fingers, you moan, cumming around his digits. he doesn't immediatly stop his movements, letting you ride out your high around him, only stopping when your cunt stops pulsing.
your breaths are shallow, trying to relax, but you're already half asleep. he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before reaching for a small towel on the nightstand to wipe you clean.
when he's done he doesn't move away from ontop of you — the opposite, he puts his whole body on yours, caging you under him. you barely notice, already doozing off, the orgasm putting you right to sleep, him following shortly after.
i think katsuki would be so sweet about helping his girlfriend with studying. he knows balancing pro-hero work and college routines isn’t easy.
whenever he finds you at your desk writing away he likes to bake you something. he’ll say it’s cause he was in the mood to try a new recipe and just needed your opinion on the taste but deep down he loves seeing your eyes light up at the different desserts he makes for you.
strawberry shortcake. cinnamon rolls with caramel. chocolate chip cookies. brownies with heart shaped strawberries.
anything your heart desires, he’ll do it for you.
——-
“mmm” the goeey chocolate from the dessert melted onto your tongue, a taste you’ll never forget as you take in another bite
“this is the best thing i’ve ever had” it really was, well maybe top three given he always finds a way to try and compete with his most previous creation
“the best ?” his eyebrow quirks up
“mhm, what else could compete with this ??” your obliviousness for once working on your side as katsuki walks over to you and leaned in for a taste (not the dessert)
——-
“what’re you-“ your words tumble as your in awe at him removing his shirt
“i’ll be damned if a stupid dessert tastes ‘better’ than me”
[𝜗℘] :: sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone catches him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the gardens.
゛ tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size diff. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit. breeding. overstim. reader gets called ‘little girl, doll, slut’ :: wc. 1.5k
“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought.
the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.
you feel sorry for the servants who’re doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches, acting like they’re not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance.
if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.
everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.
“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks.
he doesn’t have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.
you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second.
they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he can smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.
you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient woman you are.
he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”
you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat.
sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.
you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think he’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace.
“my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out.
your body can only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.
the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.
sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours.
his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”
your breath hitches and sukuna realises it’s working. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants.
you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.
“mghh yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around his dick as he promises you more of his precious cum.
the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in.
“that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.
you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.
there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “ngh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens.
his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.
“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you.
you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the ‘them’ in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.
unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.
you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone can interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.
“that’s it, yeah,” he grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.
however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again.
“nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.
you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you can sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks.
“oh! ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.
sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly.
he wants to extend it.
“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.
the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.
you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.
“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.
sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips.
“there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.
the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.
the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.
which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.
sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”
Description: after a long drive eren sneaks into your charlotte apartment after a long drive, finds you asleep in a thin tank and high-riding panties. one kiss turns into possessive night sex—he folds you against the headboard, pounds you deep and dumb until you’re crying, clenching, cumming loud for roommates to hear.
curls laid restless against the comfort of your white pillow, one leg kicked up lazy, the other tucked beneath, body sinking deep into the mattress like it belonged there. white panties climbed high up your ass, cotton stretched tight and fighting to stay wedged between soft cheeks, the fabric thin enough that the outline of everything showed under the low morning glow slipping through blinds.
eren stood over your bed like he owned the room, eyes hungry—desperate even. his hair was a mess from the drive, dark strands falling into his face, hoodie pulled up just enough to tease those deep dark lines of ink crawling over tan skin stretched tight across muscle. a single lengthy finger wrapped slow around one of your curls, twirling it deliberate, like he was deciding whether to wake you with his dick already hard in his sweats or let you sleep a little longer.
he leaned down, lips brushing the tip of your ear—warm breath fanning soft before the words even formed.
“get up.”
low. dripping with desire. your ear twitched against the heat of his mouth.
“hmm?” you stretched long and lazy, back arching up off the bed, ass lifting just enough to make those panties ride higher, digging deeper into the cleft. you rubbed sleepy eyes until they focused on him—tall, looming, already hard and impatient.
“i called you,” eren murmured, dropping his weight onto the edge of the mattress. back facing you for a second before he turned, green eyes locking on yours. “you didn’t answer.”
you reached out, palm sliding gentle up the broad plane of his back, rubbing slow circles. a soft smile curved your lips even half-asleep. “sorry… i had a lot of homework to catch up on.”
still laying on your stomach, cheek smushed into the pillow, curls spilling everywhere. eren just stared—eyes dark, raking over the dip of your waist, the swell of your ass, the way the cotton clung wet between your thighs from whatever dream you’d been having.
“bet so,” he said, voice rough. lengthy fingers pushed into your hair, stroking slow through the thick curls. “i like when your hair like this… all wild. messy. mine.”
he leaned in, lips pressing soft against the side of your neck—just a graze at first, then a little harder, open-mouthed, tasting the salt of your skin.
“eren.” you pushed at his chest lightly, eyes rolling even as your breath hitched. “i can’t tonight… i have a test in the morning.”
you turned slightly, rolling onto your side then pushing up until your back met the headboard, knees drawn up, arms wrapped loose around them. the motion tugged your tank higher, exposing the soft undercurve of your tits, nipples pebbled against thin fabric from the cool air and his stare.
eren leaned back a fraction, messy hair falling into his eyes as he ran lengthy fingers through it again—frustrated, needy. his hoodie rode up further, showing the sharp v of his hips disappearing into low sweats, the thick outline of his cock straining obvious against gray cotton.
he exhaled slow through his nose, jaw ticking. “you say that like i’m tryna keep you up all night.” but the way his gaze dropped to your mouth, then lower—to where your thighs pressed together, panties still wedged high—said otherwise.
you tilted your head, dimples peeking even through the sleepy pout. “you always keep me up all night, eren”
a low chuckle rumbled from his chest—dark, fond. he shifted closer, one knee pressing into the mattress so his thigh brushed yours. calloused fingers caught your chin gentle, tilting your face up.
“just one kiss then,” he murmured, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “promise i won’t do anything else.”
your lashes fluttered as you gently blinked, leaning in your lips brushed against his. soft at first, sleepy and sweet— but the second his tongue touched yours it turned hungry and possessive like he’d been starving for it since he walked through the door. he groaned low into your mouth, hand sliding to the nape of your neck, fingers knotting in curls to hold you there.
when you finally pulled back. breathless, lips a little plump and shiny—he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded, green gone dark and molten.
“i really missed you.” his voice was softer now, a little needy, almost vulnerable in the way only you ever got to hear.
you pecked his lips quick, smiling sleepy against them. “i missed you too, eren.”
he gave a mischievous little smile, before grabbing your hand and guiding it down slow. your palm met the impatient, rock-hard bulge straining against his cotton sweats. thick, hot, throbbing under your fingers even through the fabric. he pressed your hand firmer, letting you feel every inch of how much he’d been aching for you.
your lashes fluttered against his cheek, eyes so close you could see the flecks of gold in those hungry green lenses, the way his pupils had blown wide just from your touch. heat bloomed fast between your thighs, panties already clinging damp again from earlier dreams and now from the way he was looking at you—like he wanted to devour you whole and then some.
you didn’t pull your hand away. instead your fingers curled gentle around the outline of him, stroking slow up the length through the soft cotton until he hissed through his teeth, hips twitching forward into your grip.
“eren…” your voice came out breathy, pouty, half-warning half-pleading.
he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “one kiss turned into this, baby. you gonna leave me like this?” his free hand slid up your side, thumb grazing the underside of your tit through the tank, teasing the stiff peak without mercy. “or you gonna help me out… just a little?”
your thighs pressed together on instinct, clit throbbing at the low rumble of his voice. you bit your lip, cheeks warming, knowing damn well you had a test in the morning, but also knowing that your panties were messed up right now.
“just a little?” you whispered, fingers squeezing his dick through the sweats, feeling it jump in your hand.
he groaned soft, forehead dropping to yours again. “just enough to take the edge off, baby. promise i’ll let you sleep after.”
but the way his hips rolled slow into your palm said he was already lying, and the way your body arched toward him said you didn’t mind one bit.
“okay just one time.” you leaned down against the pillow, hair messy once again against the white pillows, curls spilling wild like they’d been waiting for his hands all day. eren climbed deeper into your bed, knees sinking into the mattress as he settled between your thighs, green eyes taking in the view slow and greedy.
nipples hard and peaked against the thin tank top, poking through like little invitations. lips plump and wet from his kisses, still shiny. legs spread just enough for him to fit, thighs soft and trembling, white panties already dark at the center from how soaked you were. you were beautiful—sleepy-eyed, flushed, completely his even when you pretended you had willpower left.
he exhaled rough through his nose, hands sliding up your thighs to hook under the waistband of those panties. one quick tug and they were yanked down your legs, tossed somewhere behind him without a second thought. cool air hit your slick folds and you shivered, clit throbbing visibly under his stare.
“fuck… look at you,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked. “already drippin’ for me.. just from a kiss and my dick in your hand.”
you whimpered soft, hips lifting on instinct as he settled lower, broad shoulders spreading your thighs wider. he didn’t tease long— gripped the base of his cock and notched the fat head against your entrance, rubbing slow through your wetness until you were coating him glossy.
“eren…” your voice came out breathy, pouty, fingers twisting in the sheets.
he pushed in slow—inch by thick inch stretching you open until the head popped past your rim and your walls fluttered greedy around him. the angle had him sinking deep right away, bottoming out with a low groan that vibrated through your chest. your back arched sharp, tits pressing up into the tank, nipples scraping fabric as you gasped.
“this pussy so fuckin’ good…” eren’s eyes rolled back a little, lashes fluttering, before he refocused them on you. dark green blown wide with lust. he watched every twitch of your face, every tremble in your thighs.
you bit down hard on your finger to muffle the moan trying to claw out, teeth sinking into soft skin, eyes squeezed shut. the room was too quiet otherwise; your roommates could hear everything if you let go.
he grinned slow and wicked, hips rolling once more to grind even deeper. “let them hear, baby…”
the thrust punched a moan straight from your throat loud, needy, echoing off the walls before you could stop it. “eren—”
your hand flew to his abs, palm flat against the hard ridges, trying to push him back even as your hips tilted up to meet him. fingers splayed wide, nails digging in just enough to leave faint crescents.
“i’m givin’ you too much dick?” he rasped, voice rough and teasing. “tell me.”
he pulled back slow—almost all the way out then slammed back in deep, balls slapping wet against your ass. your walls clenched hard around him, fluttering desperate, and another whine tore from your lips.
“use your words.”
your head shook frantic, curls sticking to your cheek. “i can’t— i can’t take it.” tears gathering at the corners of your lashes.
eren bit his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, green eyes dark and focused, watching every twitch of your body like he was memorizing it. without a word he grabbed your thighs, big hands wrapping firm around the soft flesh—and pushed your legs up higher, folding you tighter until your knees kissed your chest and your ankles hooked against the headboard. the stretch burned sweet and sharp, locking you open, stuck, nowhere to go but deeper under him.
“oh my god—” your eyes rolled back hard, whites flashing, toes curling tight against the cool leather of the headboard. your whole body trembled like you might break under him.. pussy clenching vicious around his thick cock, walls fluttering desperate as he sank even deeper from the new angle. every inch of him dragged along that spongy spot inside, relentless, making your belly bulge just a little with how full he had you.
“fuck,” he whispered under his breath, voice cracking rough like he was trying to swallow his own moan. his hips stuttered once—then snapped forward again—deep, punishing, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing louder now in the small room. your tits bounced with every thrust under the shoved-up tank, nipples scraping fabric raw, and he couldn’t look away.
“look at you,” he rasped, one hand sliding up to grip your ankle against the headboard, holding you pinned while the other braced beside your head.
“takin’ all this dick like you were made for it. still sayin’ you can’t?” he rolled his hips slow, grinding deep so the base kissed your clit, making your back bow sharp off the mattress.
you sobbed soft, high and broken. nails raking down his forearms, leaving red trails over ink. “eren—too much i can’t—”
“too much?” he leaned down, lips brushing your ear, hot breath fanning over sensitive skin. “this pussy’s suckin’ me in greedy, baby. grippin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go.” another deep thrust punched the air from your lungs, your moan cracking loud enough to bounce off the walls again. “yeah… that’s it. let it out. let ‘em all hear how good i’m fuckin’ you.”
your thighs quivered hard against his big hands, toes curling tight against the headboard, eyes rolling back slow and helpless until all you saw was white sparks behind your lids.
you were getting fucked dumb! brain melted to sweet sticky nothing, that test in the morning definitely gonna be an F, no question. your eyebrows slouched pitiful, lips parted around broken little gasps as he kept rubbing places deep inside that only he could reach, the fat head of his cock dragging slow over that spongy spot every time he pulled out then slammed back in.
your pussy clenched greedy around every curve, every thick vein pulsing along his length, sucking him deeper like she never wanted him to leave. slick sounds filled the room—wet, obscene, sloppy—mixed with the sharp slap of his hips against your ass and your high, cracked whimpers.
“you like how i’m fuckin’ you?” eren tilted his head, messy hair damp and clinging to his forehead, green eyes dark and locked on your face like he needed to watch every second of you falling apart.
your hands pressed weak against his chest, nails digging into hard muscle, trying to ground yourself but only making him groan low when you scratched. “y-yes—” your voice cracked high and needy, breaking on the syllable as he thrusted deeper, harder, bottoming out so rough your whole body jolted.
he grinned wicked, proud! hips rolling in tight circles to grind the base against your swollen clit, making your back bow sharp off the mattress. “yeah you do,” he rasped, voice rough and wrecked. “this tight pussy grippin’ me like she never wants me to leave—creamin’ all over my dick, baby… fuck.”
you whined softly, little tears running down your face, curls sticking everywhere, your walls fluttered tightly around him, uncontrollably— every time he dragged out and snapped back in.
“please eren—” you whined soft, voice cracking high and needy, hips twitching like you wanted to change positions, or even just drop to your knees and suck his dick until he spilled down your throat instead of ruining you like this
“please what?” he leaned down, chest pressing your folded thighs wider, folding you tighter until the stretch burned sweet and sharp, every thrust hitting deeper, hitting places that made your eyes roll and your toes cramp. lips brushed your ear, hot and wet, breath fanning over sensitive skin. “please slower? or please fuck you stupid ‘til you can’t remember shit in the mornin’?”
another deep stroke punched the air from your lungs, your moan cracking loud—echoing off the walls again—and he didn’t let up. thumb found your clit, rubbing fast messy circles while he pounded relentless, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck of your pussy swallowing him filling the quiet room, shamelessly.
“i’m gonna cum.” you whimpered, voice breaking, nails raking down his arms, leaving red trails over ink. “i can’t—i can’t stop.” the words slurred out breathy, desperate, hips bucking up to meet him even as tears kept slipping.
“then don’t.” he growled low, hips stuttering as his own edge built fast and vicious. “cum on this dick, baby. soak me. let me feel that pussy push me out.”
your body seized, back bowing as high as the folded position allowed, pussy clamping down rhythmic and hard around every thick inch of him, gushing slick heat that coated his cock and dripped messy to the sheets beneath you. the moan tore from your throat loud and unrestrained, high broken needy, while waves crashed through you, thighs trembling, vision blurring white at the edges.
eren fucked you through it, hips snapping erratic now, chasing that last edge like he couldnt stop even if he wanted to. groan muffled rough against your neck, hot and broken, as he buried deep one last time. cock throbbed thick inside you, pulsing hard, stretching your fluttering walls even wider while he spilled hot thick ropes flooding your cunt until it leaked messy around him, warm and sticky, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath your ass.
“fuck” his eyes rolled back slow, lashes fluttering, pink lips parted around the word like it punched out of him. his whole body tensed, abs flexing hard under your nails, thighs trembling against yours, as he came undone, hips grinding deep in tight little circles to push every last drop inside you, marking you from the inside out.
you felt it all: the way his cock jumped with each spurt, the heat blooming low in your belly, the slick overflow coating your thighs and pooling under you. your pussy clenched greedy around him one last time, milking him dry, even as aftershocks rippled through you, making your toes curl against the headboard and your breath hitch in soft little sobs.
he stayed buried for a long heartbeat, breathing ragged and uneven against your collarbone, letting you feel every twitch, every pulse, until he finally eased back slow, careful, pulling out with a wet filthy sound that made your cheeks burn. thick strings of cum and your slick connected his tip to your swollen folds before snapping, dripping down your ass and onto the mattress.
eren collapsed half on top of you, careful not to crush, chest heaving as he pressed soft open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, your temple, the corner of your eye where tears still clung. his hand slid gentle between your thighs, not teasing, just cupping your wrecked pussy warm and grounding, thumb brushing feather-light over your clit to soothe the overstimulation.
“you okay baby” voice hoarse, wrecked, but so soft now, like the storm had passed and all that was left was him holding you.
you nodded sleepy, lashes heavy, a small smile tugging at your swollen lips even as fresh tears slipped free, not from pain, just from how good how full how completely ruined you felt. “mhm love you eren”
he hummed low in his throat, pleased possessive, lips brushing your forehead. “love you more” fingers carded gentle through your damp curls, tucking stray strands behind your ear while his other arm wrapped tight around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
the room quieted slow, your breaths syncing up, the faint creak of the bed settling, distant muffled voices from the hallway like theyd definitely heard every single filthy sound but neither of you cared anymore.
you nuzzled deeper into his neck, thighs pressing together instinctively as the last little aftershocks fluttered through you. eren kissed the top of your head, holding you like he never wanted to let go.
“sleep now baby” he murmured against your hair. “i got you”
and with his arms around you, his heartbeat steady under your cheek, the world outside faded, test forgotten, roommates forgotten, until it was just you and him, tangled and sated and completely his.
warnings ᯓ★: black reader, southern accent, 18+ reader (19), best friend’s little brother trope, age gap (eren is 17), explicit sexual content, risky sex (people sleeping in the same room), unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, choking, light face slapping, ass slapping, teasing/edging, power play, possessiveness, aftercare, mild breeding kink elements, post-nut clarity
pairing: possessive!eren x black!brattyreader
Description ᯓ★:your best friend’s little brother has always been off-limits. he’s younger, cocky, and the one person you constantly argue with. but after a drunk game of twister and everyone passing out in the living room, the tension that’s been building for months finally snaps. sneaky raw sex on the floor while your best friend sleeps just a few feet away.
your best friend’s little brother always got irritated the second you walked in. everytime you came over he’d make it known with heavy sighs and muttered complaints under his breath.
and when you stayed the night it was even worse. doors closing a little too hard, cabinets shutting louder than necessary.
you two argued about everything, stupid shit mostly. it was constant.
“bro you always talking about boys?” eren would get in your face, voice sharp. “pick me—”
“pick me? eren i never had to go out my way to get picked,” your lips pushed up. kasie would just laugh from her bed. “eren… she’s not a pick me. if anything she’s a hoe.”
you turned quick and pinched her side hard. “you really wanna go there? ‘cause when you needed a ride to—”
she cut you off with a loud fake cough.
“shit is sad and disgusting.” eren stayed leaning against the doorframe, tall as hell, just watching. his eyes stayed on you for a beat longer than they should’ve.
then he pushed off and walked away without saying anything. that part always pissed you off. you hated when he got the last move.
“just let him be,” kasie said, already back on her phone, back facing you.
you crossed your arms tight under your chest. “your brother is really annoying. i’m starting to actually not like him,” you said, voice rising a bit.
“i’m sure he feels the same about you,” she replied, half turning. “you’re the only one he argues with like that.”
you climbed onto her bed, the mattress sinking under you. “really? he doesn’t get into it with your boyfriend or anybody else?”
kasie giggled low, shifting back against her headboard. “maybe it’s ‘cause you’re always here… or maybe…” she dragged it out, smirking. “eren got a big ole crush.”
you pouted your lips, twisting them a bit. “girl i’d never talk to nobody younger than me—especially your brother.” you were taken aback.
the words kinda hung there and you felt a weird little twist in your stomach, replaying how he looked at you from that doorframe before he left. you hated how it stuck with you even a little.
she rolled her eyes, “eren is what like— three years younger than you?” she shifted her lips to the side. “that’s not even bad.”
and that made you frown, “would you talk to my little brother?” you tilted your head, your curls shifting down your shoulders as you stared at her.
kasie smiled, “no.. definitely not—but your older brother.” she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and rolled her eyes back playfully. “the things i’d let him do to me!”
“you’re actually sick.” a soft smile formed on your face and you shook your head, looking at her real judgmental. she was talking about your older brother who fucked five bitches in one day.
“you don’t even know him for real.” you added, voice low.
before she could say something back, her dad came in the room. the door creaked open and his footsteps were soft on the carpet.
“hey girls!” he smiled, his glasses slipping down his nose as he pushed them back up with one finger. “me and your mom are going to this ballet show tonight.”
he paused, clearing his throat awkwardly and shifting in the doorway. “so uh… keep it down, no crazy stuff, and definitely no boys sneaking in here while we’re gone, alright? i mean it.”
you and kasie both nodded quick, trying not to laugh in his face. soon as the door clicked shut the room got quiet for a second, just the low hum of the fan spinning above you and the faint sound of their car pulling out the driveway.
kasie looked at you and busted out laughing first, covering her mouth. she was saying something between laughs but it was all jumbled up and hard to understand.
and as soon as the car lights danced across the blinds, she instantly grabbed her phone and called her boyfriend. you shook your head, smirking. “kasie you not shit for real..” and she really wasn’t.
and 30 minutes later her boyfriend and his friend showed up.
kasie couldn’t help being all over her boyfriend the second he walked in, kissing him and sitting on his lap. the vibe felt a bit awkward at first, everybody kinda just looking around. her boyfriend’s friend sat next to you, legs spread wide in his sweats.
“so what’s up witchu?” he broke the silence, looking straight at you. you shifted your eyes over to him without fully turning your head, acting like you wasn’t really paying him no mind.
“what you mean?” you let out a soft ‘hmph,’
he sucked his teeth and leaned forward a little. “you single, and i’m searching?” he talked with his hands, moving them all extra while he spoke.
he wasn’t ugly at all—actually.. he was really attractive, nice fade, pretty brown eyes, and tattoos peeking from under his sleeve.
“i really just wanna focus on school you know?” you finally faced him, turning on the couch. your knee accidentally rubbed against his thigh as you shifted, but you didn’t move it right away.
after a while you got extremely comfortable with him. yall started talking about all kinds of shit —music, funny stories from school, wild shit yall seen on social media.
the awkward vibe disappeared and yall were laughing for real, leaning into each other. before you knew it yall were exchanging instagrams and snaps, phones out, heads close together while you followed each other.
“let’s play twister!” kasie squealed, holding the beat up box in her hand, shaking it around all excited.
her boyfriend looked over at his friend then back at the group. “i’m down if you down?”
alex grinned a bit, rubbing the back of his arm. “nah i don’t mind,” he said, then turned his eyes back to you. “you playin’ right?” his brown eyes were so soft.
“well since you begging and shit.. i guess i’ll play alex.” you got up from the couch and stretched real slow, arms reaching high above your head, past all your curly hair. your shorts rode up your butt a little as you arched your back.
“can you go get eren?” kasie shifted her lips to the side and looked at you with them big pleading eyes. “i want him to have fun tonight too.”
you sucked your teeth loud and rolled your eyes hard. “okay, i guess.” you dragged yourself upstairs and knocked on eren’s door twice before just walking in.
he was laid back on his bed scrolling on his phone, one arm behind his head, gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. “kasie said come play twister with us,” you told him, leaning against his doorframe.
eren glanced up at you, eyes moving slow from your face down to your legs then back up. “why you gotta be the one to come get me?” he asked, voice low.
you shrugged, stepping inside his room a little more. it smelled like his cologne mixed with weed and fresh laundry. “she wanted you to have fun tonight too, i guess. you gone come or you just gonna stay up here being weird?”
he let out a little laugh and sat up on the edge of his bed, legs spread. “you the one always in my house acting like you run shit. now you want me to come play twister like we kids?”
you crossed your arms and leaned against his dresser. “aren’t you like 12?” you scoffed, “this right up your alley boo.”
eren stood up slow, walking towards you. “bet i can show you something they never did at yo’ little university.” he tilted his head slightly, his manbun shifting as he looked down at you.
the way he said it made the room feel hotter. he stopped right in front of you, close enough that you had to look up at him. his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and his t-shirt was fitting just right on his chest.
you wanted to find the words, something to say. anything really. “bitch please.” was all you could come up with. you struggled to even keep the eye contact..
he licked his lips and let his eyes drop down to your thighs and back up. “keep playing with me and imma show you just how much i mean that shit.”
he looked at you for a second longer, eyes dark, before stepping back a bit. “and you really playing in them little ass shorts?” he shifted his head to the side, staring hard.
you walked over to his mirror and turned around, checking yourself. “and what’s wrong with them exactly?” you wagged your butt a little in the mirror, smirking.
eren followed you to the mirror, standing behind you. “you don’t see nothing wrong?” he scoffed under his breath, eyes locked on your ass. “your whole ass out and you wanna play twister with people downstairs?”
“just cmon,” you rolled your eyes and walked past him toward the door, trying to ignore the way your skin felt warm from him staring like that.
kasie already had everything set up, she even had drinks lined up on the table like she been planning this.
“oh my god finally!” she clapped her hands loud, all excited. “guys let’s play now!”
you sighed as you finished walking down the stairs, eren inches behind you, his presence heavy. “you didn’t say we was playing drunk twister,” you said, crossing your arms as you got closer to the group.
“it was alex’s idea,” kasie grinned a little, shrugging. “and we all grown sooo.” she crossed her arms too, trying to look innocent.
you balled your lip up softly. “kasie your brother is 17.”
“okay and? eren got a whole tattoo and he smoke weed… he grown enough,” she said, waving you off.
you shook your head. kasie was the real pick me honestly. “okay whatever.” you sat on the couch, legs crossed, already feeling the vibe in the room shifting now that drinks were involved.
eren dropped down on the other end of the couch, spreading his legs wide, eyes flicking over to you for a second before looking away. alex was watching you too, a small smirk on his face like he was waiting for the game to start.
“okay so first everyone take a shot just to get started.” she handed everyone their drinks one by one, all smiley and hyped.
you hesitated for a second, staring at the cup before shrugging and throwing it back. the liquor burned going down your throat. eren swallowed his in one go with no reaction at all, face blank like it was water. alex’s cup was already empty too, sitting it down quick.
“okay so here’s the teams…” kasie spoke, still blinking a little from the shot. “you and eren — and alex and jace.”
kasie just laughed loud, waving him off. “it’s just a game, stop babe.” you side-eyed eren real quick, already feeling the shot warming up your chest.
alex looked a little disappointed but played it off, glancing over at you with them soft brown eyes. the energy in the room felt messy now.
drinks and tension.
the game finally started and you actually started having fun. the boys kept ending up in mad weird positions and it had you giggling nonstop.
jace and alex got twisted up bad, with jace basically sitting on alex’s lap. kasie quickly snapped a picture, laughing her ass off. they tapped out fast and took a drink because neither one of them wanted to stay like that any longer.
kasie kept yelling out body parts and colors, eventually you ended up bent all the way over, ass pressed right against eren. he was holding his core tight, muscles flexed hard under his shirt as he tried to stay balanced.
the position felt embarrassing, especially with everybody right there, but you hated drinking so you refused to fall. “fuck— you’re so flexible,” alex said, looking up at you from the mat with a grin.
eren let out a loud, heavy sigh that everybody in the room definitely heard. you stayed secured on top of him, trying not to slip. “thank you.. i used to cheer!” you replied, breathing a little hard.
you could feel eren’s breath on your back, heavy and warm. his body was tense as hell underneath you and you swore you felt his dick twitch against your ass again through his sweatpants. he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.
“right foot green,” kasie called out. you tried to move but eren’s hand suddenly gripped your waist tight to keep both of y’all from falling. his fingers pressed into your skin a little too hard, like he was frustrated.
alex laughed from the side, still watching you. “y’all look good together like that,” you could tel he was trying to be funny.
eren didn’t say nothing back, but you felt his body shift behind you, pressing forward just enough for you to really feel how hard he was.
your heart was beating fast now. the alcohol mixed with eren’s dick basically resting on your ass was making it hard to focus.
you tried to play it cool but your thighs were starting to shake a little from holding the position.
kasie kept spinning and calling out moves, completely clueless to what was happening. you tried to adjust your foot but slipped a little, pushing your ass back against eren even more. he let out a low groan only you could hear, his grip on your waist getting tighter.
“you doing that shit on purpose?” he muttered behind you, voice deep and rough. his hard dick was pressed right between your cheeks now, thick and warm through the thin material of your shorts.
alex was still talking, trying to get your attention. “you good over there? need me to come help you?” he asked with a smirk.
eren rolled his eyes, and you could feel him holding you tighter. he didn’t want alex nowhere near you. ever. you were starting to get wet. uncontrollably.. you wanted the friction.
you softly pushed back against his thick lining in his sweatpants. soft groans escaped, and eren started grinding into you for a few seconds. not even caring if others saw.
his dick pressed between your cheeks and he slightly shifted up? “want me to show you now?” his words tickled your ear.
your eyebrows shifted and as bad as you wanted to rub your clit you couldn’t. not with everybody right there laughing and playing like nothing was happening.
alex kept talking, still trying to get your attention. “you sure you good? you looking a little stuck,” he said with that smirk, starting to move closer like he was really about to help.
eren’s grip on your waist got even tighter, almost possessive. he pressed his hard dick firmer between your cheeks and rolled his hips slow, grinding into you like he didn’t give a fuck who saw. you had to bite your lip hard to stop from moaning out loud.
“want me to show you now?” he whispered again, his lips brushing your ear, voice low and raspy. his breath was hot against your skin and it sent chills down your back.
you couldn’t even answer him. your pussy was throbbing bad, getting wetter every time he pushed up into you. the thin material of your shorts was doing nothing to hide how turned on you were getting.
eren kept that slow, nasty grind going behind you, acting like he was just trying to stay balanced for the game.
kasie yelled out another color but you barely heard her. all you could focus on was eren’s thick dick rubbing against you and how good it felt.
you pushed back against him again without thinking, chasing that friction even though your thighs were starting to burn from the position.
after an hour of twister everyone eventually passed out drunk. the living room was a mess — empty cups, the twister mat still on the floor, and the tv playing quietly in the background.
kasie and jace were knocked out on the big couch together, tangled up under a thick blanket, her leg thrown over him. alex was sprawled across the smaller sofa, snoring lightly with his mouth half open.
you and eren were laid out on the floor on a pile of blankets and pillows. the room was dark except for the glow from the tv. you were both still kinda awake.
he shifted closer to you under the blankets, then quietly turned on his side to face you. his hair was down now, messy and falling across his face. he sucked his teeth a bit, eyes low.
“why you still up?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“because why would you do that…” you whined softly, your lashes fluttering as you finally looked him in the eyes.
“do? what exactly..” he dragged his words, teasingly. he knew what he was doing. he shifted closer. so close your lashes could touch.
“eren…” you pouted, lips poked out.
you couldn’t help it. your hand slipped under the blanket and into your shorts, rubbing your soaked pussy. eren watched the movement under the blanket and his eyes got darker.
he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled your hand away. “let me do it,” he said, calm and low.
you frowned but didn’t stop him. his long fingers slid under the blanket, under your shorts and panties, and started rubbing slow circles on your wet clit. your eyes rolled back to the stars.
“wait—” you whispered, gripping his wrist. “wait… we can’t… everybody’s right here—”
“so?” he breathed against your lips, slipping one finger inside you. you were dripping. he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes closing for a second like he was savoring how wet you were.
“fuck…” he muttered under his breath, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you under the blanket.
you opened your legs a little wider without thinking, letting him go deeper. the wet sounds were quiet but so loud to you. eren added a second finger, stretching you more, curling them every time he pushed back in. your breathing was getting shaky and you had to turn your face into the pillow to stay quiet.
he kept that steady rhythm, fingers sliding in and out, thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles. your pussy kept clenching around him, getting wetter with every stroke. you started moving your hips against his hand, chasing it.
eren pressed his hard dick against your thigh, letting you feel how turned on he was. he was throbbing.
you let out a soft whimper and reached back, grabbing his wrist harder, not sure if you wanted him to stop or go faster.
he didn’t speed up. he kept fucking you slow with his fingers, drawing it out, making your thighs shake under the blanket.
he watched every little twitch in your face — how your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your lips parted, how tight you were squeezing his wrist. you were so close. he could feel your pussy pulsing around his fingers. eren had something to prove.
then he just… stopped.
he pulled his fingers out of you completely and yawned loud, acting all casual.
“the fuck?” you balled up your lips, eyes wide. “eren what are you doing?” you whispered, voice shaky and desperate.
he stretched his arms like he was getting comfortable, still yawning. “i’m tired… goodnight.” he sniffed and turned his back to you, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder like he was really about to go to sleep.
you laid there stunned, pussy still throbbing and dripping down your thighs. your body felt hot and frustrated as hell. you stared at the back of his head, breathing hard, lowkey pissed off but even more turned on.
you nudged him with your knee again, harder this time. “eren… stop playing.”
he still didn’t say anything, just stayed facing away from you, but you could see his shoulders shaking lightly like he was trying not to laugh.
“eren.” you sat up on your elbow now, heat rushing all over your body. you were getting pissed. your pussy was still wet and pulsing and this nigga really had the nerve to play with you like this.
you sucked your teeth loud and crawled over him, literally rolling your body right on top of his before settling down.
your back was now pressed against his stomach, ass nestled right against him. he was still laughing softly under his breath.
“what?” he whispered close to your ear, voice deep and amused.
“don’t ignore me,” you pouted, clearly upset that he got you worked up and then tried to play sleep. you could feel his dick, still hard, pressing against your ass through his sweatpants.
eren chuckled quietly and wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. “okay,” he said, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. his fingers started twirling one of your curls, playing with it while his breath brushed the back of your neck.
he didn’t say anything else for a moment. just kept grinding against you slow, letting you feel every inch of him. his breathing got heavier against the back of your neck. you pushed back against him, frustrated and horny, wanting more.
eren slid his hand down your stomach and slipped it back into your shorts. his fingers found your pussy again, even wetter than before. he rubbed your clit in lazy circles, then pushed two fingers back inside you.
“this what you wanted?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. he started slowly pumping his fingers while grinding his dick against your ass at the same time.
you nodded, biting your lip hard, trying not to make any noise. your hips started moving with his hand, riding his fingers while your ass kept rubbing back against his dick.
eren breathed heavier against the back of your neck. he pulled his fingers out for a second, then pushed three back in, stretching you more. you gasped quietly and grabbed his wrist, but didn’t push him away.
“you mad at me?” he whispered, smirking against your ear as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. “or you just mad cause i stopped?”
you didn’t answer. instead you pushed your ass back harder on his dick, grinding on him. eren groaned low in his throat and finally pulled his hand out your shorts. he yanked your shorts and panties down to your thighs in one quick motion, then did the same with his sweatpants.
his hard dick sprang out, heavy and hot. he grabbed it and rubbed the thick head up and down your soaked pussy, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.
“please put it in.. stop playing eren..” you whispered softly.
eren let out a quiet breath and lined himself up. he pushed the head in slowly, just the tip, stretching you open. he stayed there for a second, letting you feel it before pulling back out. he did it again… and again. just the tip, teasing the fuck out of you.
you reached back and grabbed his thigh, trying to pull him deeper, but he held your hip still with a strong grip.
“if you can’t be quiet—”
“i can be quiet.. just do it!” you cut him off, pushing against him. eren laughed softly. then he finally pushed deeper. stretching you with each inch.
your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering. you reached behind you and gripped the side of his face, pulling him closer. your mouth fell open and even though you swore you could stay quiet, a soft, shaky whimper slipped out.
“shhh,” eren whispered, lips brushing your ear as he bottomed out inside you. he stayed there for a second, letting you adjust to how full you felt.
he started moving — slow, deep strokes under the blanket. the wet sound of your pussy was quiet but obvious between the two of you. every time he pulled back and slid back in, your body trembled.
you bit down hard on your lip, trying to hold it in, but another small moan escaped. eren’s hand quickly came up and covered your mouth gently, his palm warm against your lips.
“you can’t take dick?” he grunted quietly, still fucking you with those long, controlled strokes. his dick was so deep it felt like he was hitting your stomach.
your eyes were watering. the feeling of him stretching your pussy open raw. while trying not to wake up the whole room was making everything more intense.
before you knew it, eren lifted one of your legs, hooking it over his arm. his dick pushed even deeper inside you. you arched your back hard, mouth falling open.
“wait— oh my god—” you whispered, voice breaking. your hand shot down and started rubbing your clit in fast circles, trying to match his pace. your pussy was making the wettest noises now, slick and loud under the blanket with every stroke. you couldn’t control it.
eren groaned low in your ear, gripping your thigh tighter as he fucked you deeper. “you hear that shit?” he breathed. “…pussy creaming all on me.”
you nodded frantically, biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed. every time he pulled out and slid back in, the wet slapping sounds got a little louder. you were dripping down his dick, down your thighs, making a mess under the blanket.
“eren… slow down,” you whimpered, even though your body was doing the complete opposite. pushing back to meet every thrust.
eren suddenly shoved the blanket down off both of y’all, letting it bunch up around your legs. the cool air hit your sweaty skin and you instantly panicked.
“eren—” you whispered, eyes wide, looking over at kasie and them sleeping on the couch. you were scared somebody was gonna wake up and see him deep inside you like this. raw.
he didn’t care. he just hooked your leg higher and kept fucking you harder now that he wasn’t trapped under the blanket. his hips slapped against your ass quietly but steady. before you could say anything else, he shoved two fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue.
“just take this shit—and be quiet,” he grunted low in your ear, still stroking deep. his fingers muffled your moans while he fucked you even nastier, skin slapping skin, sweat dripping between y’all.
you sucked on his fingers desperately, trying to stay quiet while he fucked you deeper. the sound of his hips hitting your ass was getting riskier.
“you scared somebody gone see me in this pussy?” he whispered, voice rough as he curled his fingers deeper in your mouth. you nodded weakly, eyes watering, but your body kept pushing back on him.
he pulled his fingers out your mouth and grabbed your throat instead, turning your head back toward him. he kissed you sloppily, messy and hungry, while still stroking deep. his dick was hitting spots that had your toes curling and your legs shaking.
“then be quiet,” he grunted against your lips, picking up the pace a little. your pussy was making loud, creamy noises with every thrust now. you reached back and gripped his arm tight, trying to ground yourself, but it felt so good.
eren suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the empty feeling. before you could even react, he flipped you onto your stomach and climbed on top of you, pressing you down into the blankets. he spread your legs wider with his knee and pushed back inside you in one deep thrust.
“fuck—” you moaned into the blanket, gripping it tight. this new position felt even deeper. eren laid his whole body on top of you, chest pressed against your back, and started fucking you.
you couldn’t even be quiet anymore. your best friend’s little brother had you acting completely out of character, moaning and whimpering like you had no sense. and the crazy part? you loved every single second of it.
eren wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you back harder, forcing your back to arch deeper. you let out a soft, broken gasp as he sank even deeper inside you. it was too much. the wet sounds, your moans, his low grunts — it was all getting way too loud for people being asleep just a few feet away.
his eyes were dark and locked on your face, not looking away for even a second. he gripped your neck tighter, controlling you. “talk to me,” he said softly, almost sweetly, while still stroking deep.
“i— oh my go—” your voice cracked, breaking off into a whimper. you reached up and grabbed at his hand around your throat, trying to loosen his grip a little so you could breathe properly, but he wasn’t letting up.
“no,” he whispered, slowing his strokes just enough for you to really feel every thick inch stretching you open. “say it. say ‘oh my god, eren… you fucking me so good.’”
he gave your face a soft little slap, just enough to sting sweetly, matching the low groan in his voice. his eyes stayed glued to yours, waiting.
you swallowed hard, voice shaky and weak. “oh my god… eren… you fucking me so good,” you moaned quietly, the words barely making it out. saying it out loud made your pussy clench around him even tighter.
eren groaned deep in his chest, satisfied. “mhm… say,” he whispered, still stroking deep and slow. “say ‘i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother.’”
you hesitated, embarrassed, but your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. he felt it and let out a low chuckle, tightening his grip on your throat.
“say it,” he repeated, slapping your ass hard enough to make it sting. “don’t get shy now.”
you whimpered, voice shaky and broken as you finally gave in. “i… i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother…”
“yeah?” eren’s voice dropped even lower, sounding pleased as hell. he started fucking you harder, deeper, like your words turned him on even more.
eren kept that same slow, deep pace, dragging it out on purpose. he wasn’t rushing at all. every stroke was intentional, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making your toes curl.
“that’s crazy,” he whispered against your neck, voice low. “all that arguing… and now you letting me fuck you right here on the floor.”
he reached around and rubbed your clit in slow, teasing circles while still stroking deep. your legs started trembling again. you tried to push back against him but he held your hip still, keeping full control.
“slow down…” you breathed, even though you didn’t really want him to.
eren kissed the back of your shoulder softly. “you don’t want me to slow down,” he said quietly, almost teasing. “you just scared you’re gonna get too loud and wake them up.”
he kept fucking you slow, making sure you felt every inch. “you feel how deep i am? you really want me to pull out and waste all this nut?”
you shook your head weakly, eyes rolling back. “mm-mm… i don’t… i don’t want you to,” you breathed, voice shaky and broken.
eren let out a quiet, mocking laugh and gripped your hip tighter, still stroking deep and steady. “that’s what i thought,” he muttered. his breathing got heavier against your neck as he chased his nut.
he sped up just a little, giving you longer, harder strokes while keeping his voice low. “i dont— wanna pull out okay?” he groaned, “don’t make me pull out..”
your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. eren groaned softly in your ear, clearly enjoying how your body reacted to him.
“tell me you want it,” he demanded quietly, lips brushing your skin. “tell me you want me to nut in you.”
you stayed quiet, breathing hard, trying to hold onto the last bit of pride you had left. eren slowed his strokes down to a torturous pace, dragging his dick almost all the way out before sliding back in deep.
“don’t play with me,” he whispered against your ear, voice low and dark. he gave you one hard, deep thrust, making your mouth fall open. you whimpered into the blanket, your pussy clenching around him uncontrollably.
“eren…” you whined softly.
“say it,” he pressed, gripping your hip tighter, still moving painfully slow. you finally broke, voice shaky and small.
“…i want it,” you whispered. “i want you to cum inside me.”
eren let out a satisfied, cocky breath. “there you go,” he muttered, finally picking up the pace again. “wasn’t that hard, was it?”
“see.. my good girl.” he tightened his grip on your hip and started fucking you harder, deeper, chasing his orgasm.
his breathing got rough and ragged against your neck. after a few more deep strokes, his body tensed up completely. “fuck…” he grunted quietly.
his dick throbbed hard inside you as he pushed all the way in and held himself there. you felt thick, warm spurts of cum shooting deep into your pussy, pulse after pulse. he kept pressing his hips forward like he wanted every single drop to stay as deep as possible. there was so much it started leaking out around his dick while he was still inside you.
eren stayed buried deep for a long moment, breathing heavy against your neck, twitching every few seconds as he finished emptying himself.
when he finally pulled out slowly, he turned you gently onto your side to face him. without saying anything, he wrapped both arms around you tightly and pulled you into his chest, holding you protectively. one of his legs slid between yours as he tucked you close against his body, almost like he was shielding you.
“come here,” he whispered, voice low and a little possessive. he pressed your head into his chest and wrapped you up even tighter, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back while the other rested on your waist.
“you good?” he asked softly, kissing the top of your head. “i got you… just relax.”
he kept you locked in his arms, warm and secure, like he didn’t want even an inch of space between you two. his breathing slowly evened out as he held you, clearly not planning on letting go anytime soon.
❤︎﹕nerdjo is soo fed up with you, so he... complains to your pussy?
“you,” nerd!gojo says, not to you, but to the part of him his six-inch-long fingers are devouring. “you’re always so quiet when she’s yelling at me. you could at least make a little noise for me then, y'know?”
you seize up, surprise and confusion hitting at the same time. “gojo, what the hell are you—”
but he only shushes you with a patronizing little tsk, thrustsing two fingers deep in you just to watch you moan while his other hand clamps over your mouth–firm enough to cut your words.
“i’m talking to her. not you.” his eyebrows furrow in that petty, childish pout he gets whenever he’s mildly inconvenienced, his bottom lip jutting out just the tiniest bit. “you see, baby? she always tries to interrupt. just like when i was trying to study and she snatched my notes and threw them in a pond. called me a useless nerd right in front of everyone.”
his long fingers sustain a languid rhythm, his sculpted chest heaving with a short, annoyed huff at the memory. when you jerk your hips to throw him off, the heel of his hand cracks against your poor cunt—a sharp, stinging smack that forces a wet squelch against his palm.
“and the hitting,” he continues, voice pitching into a whinier, petulant cadence. “you wouldn’t believe it. last week, i got a bruise on my arm.” he adjusts his angle, the pad of his thumb rubbing your clit in coarse circles. “just because i corrected her answer in advanced calculus. i was right! i always am! but she just likes making me feel small, doesn't she?"
stop it" you shove against his shoulders, but satoru doesn't even rock back. he just pushes his fingers deeper, the heel of his hand pressing roughly against you.
“no,” his bright blue eyes are huge and glassy, talking to your cunt like it’s his only friend. “she doesn’t get to tell me to stop. not after she made me do her entire literature thesis. not after she tripped me in the cafeteria, and my tray went everywhere. i had to clean it up myself.”
he pumps his fingers into you harder, the wet sound of your body fluids becoming obscenely loud. “you understand me, don’t you? you’re the only one who’s ever nice to me.”
“g-gojo, please...” you whimper, not even sure what you’re asking for. you’re so close, and the humiliation from this boy you’ve spent all semester tormenting only fuels it.
“s'okay,” he coos, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “you can show her, right? show her what happens when she’s mean to me. do it f'me, baby.”
it’s the final, bizarre permission your body needed. you come, a hot, gushing release that soaks his hand, his wrist, the inside of your thighs. it sprays, pearly streaks against the white sheets.
satoru goes perfectly still. his whining ceases as he cocks his head like a curious puppy. he slowly draws his glistening fingers out, staring at the wet trails sliding down his knuckles with an expression of rapt, awe-struck wonder, as if he's just successfully completed a difficult laboratory experiment. a long, satisfied exhale escapes his plush lips, his broad shoulders finally relaxing.
"you did it," he breathes, his voice reverent. he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth, never breaking eye contact with the only thing that never disappointed him. he licks a stripe across his wrist, swallowing your fluids eagerly. “you did so good. congratulations. see? i knew you had it in you.”
he looks up at your eyes then, his azure gaze blazing with triumph behind his crooked glasses. a whiney, desperate nerd, glowing with perverse pride.
“see?” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your jaw. “i knew you liked me.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ synopsis -- you caught the king's attention one day, now you're the only one that can stop wars from happening.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ cw ! -- f!bellydancer!reader x king!katsuki, mentions of violence, casual vanilla smut; praise,talking thru it... some bulging..,,
⋆.𐙚 ̊ a / n -- shakira shakira
°❀.ೃ࿔* -- chimes and drums were your cue, the marble floors were your domain, the music flowed through you like water. kingdoms were jealous when they heard that Lord Katsuki had you in his royal court, his personal dancer, and you weren't leaving anytime soon.
you had made a name for yourself, travelled with the best dancers of the region. but when you set foot into Katsuki's kingdom, he knew well that you were his and you weren't allowed to leave. he gave you an offer you couldn't resist.
"stay with me in my kingdom, and I'll give you whatever you want - I'll do whatever you want. "
and who would say no to having the king at their disposal?
you lived lavishly in the palace. you had everything you ever wanted, and you were free to do what you wanted. you were no slave, and you made sure Katsuki knew that well. he had become more patient when you were around. more calculated, less impulsive.
some say it was a miracle, others call you his tamer. though, most believe it was the magic of the dances you perform that soothe the fire of his raging soul.
your bangles shifted against each other as you roamed the halls, admiring the portraits that were carefully painted by amazing artists. some of the palace, others of the past kings. and then there was one of you, in all your glory. Katsuki demanded it be done the second that you arrived.
"Where's my dancer?" Katsuki's voice was loud, just like an explosion, commanding respect in every room he entered. you could hear his advisors stammering excuses, and you knew well it would end with one outcome. "My lord, you have meetings and treaties to oversee, surely her performances can wait a few mere hours..?"
Katsuki leaned forward in his throne, his palms aching with the fire building up beneath them. "Do you want me to start a war today, advisor?" the poor man frantically shook his head, swallowing thickly. "No, no I-"
"Then go and get me my dancer."
every man in the room was frantic to find you, but you knew how to hide from them. just to make it interesting, making the hunt fun. while they searched for you, desperately asking around, you slipped your way into the throne room, approaching Katsuki. "I don't understand how you move so quietly with all of those jewels and bangles," he comments, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he stares at you.
he was entranced by you, your essence, everything that you had to offer. every time you danced, he would memorize your moves, try to expect which would come next, and you would always surprise him with new ones and different songs.
"It's a talent, something you learn, just like dancing." he could smell your scent more clearly now, almost taste it. it was a mix of incense and flowers, something else he couldn't quite place. he wouldn't be surprised if it was a drug specifically to torment him. "You learn how to silence your steps, slow your body down," his eyes lingered on your waist beads. "Calculate your movements. My eyes are up here, My Lord." he looked back up at you, just to stare right at your waist and thighs again.
"This one is more revealing." his hands lifted the fabric of your skirt, running his fingers over it a bit. "I like it." "Of course you do." he ushered you to his lap, patting his thigh. "I want you to wear it more often," his voice was low, much softer than it was earlier.
"It fits you perfectly. Just like how you're here, on my lap. Perfect." he pulls you in by the waist, running his fingers over the tattoos that litter your back and lower waist. "What's running through that mind of yours, king?"
he didn't answer for a moment, his eyes stuck on your waist. he put his hand over your stomach, pressing on it lightly. "Where my cock would reach inside of you." he was never one for sugarcoating, he was very blunt.
your cheeks reddened as you processed his words. "In.. In the throne room?" sure, you two have mingled once or twice, but never somewhere that you two could be seen.
he pulled you closer to his chest, so that your face was in the crook of his neck. "Of all the times I've had you under me," he slowly started to pull aside your panties. "I've never seen it." he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You'll help me, will you not?"
his hands didn't move until he heard your answer. "Y-Yes, my lord.." he nodded, pressing another kiss to your temple. "Good girl." Katsuki slowly inserted himself inside of you, letting out a soft groan as he felt your warmth. "So wet already," he muttered to himself.
he lowered your body slowly, giving you time to adjust to his full length. "There we are, such a strong girl.." he lifted your chin, kissing you slowly while his other hand moved your hips back and forth, your waist beads chiming softly and echoing across the large room, mixing with the wet noises of you two shamelessly fucking.
"K-Kats, what if they-" "They won't. They're convinced you're out there somewhere, and they won't stop looking until they find you. Don't focus on them, focus on taking me, pretty."
Katsuki had gotten restless, and switched positions with you. now you were pressed onto his throne, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you. the throne was a symbol of power, of the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom. and now, you two were defacing it without a care in the world.
Katsuki watched as you struggled to keep your eyes on him, smiling the whole time. "How precious, how adorable." he pressed another kiss to your forehead, glancing at your stomach and watching it bulge every time his cock penetrated you, bruising your cervix and leaving you a whining mess.
"Such a waste of pretty makeup," he crooned, wiping your mascara. "Don't worry, you'll get more."
nerdjo’s high maintenance gf is his prettiest distraction !
I. DISTRACTION #1: NO KISSING IN THE LECTURE HALLS !
time: 8:46 am location: Curtis Lecture Hall I (CLH-I)
gojo satoru is typing one handed because his other hand is pressed between your thighs.
not that he minds. 8AM thursday means excel sheets & a cup of hot coffee to keep his bleary eyes open. gojo satoru is trying—trying to focus, but his pretty girl is talking a mile a minute and he’ll be damned if he didn’t reply to your every word.
“it was so hard getting out of bed today, toru,” you pout up at him, chin on his shoulder & gloss sticky on his sleeve. “i told kento to stop by and wake me up on his way to class. can you believe he didn’t?”
“i’m very proud of you for getting out of bed regardless.”
“thank you. it was very hard.”
you sigh against his shoulder. “he’s probably still mad i cussed him out,” you huff, reaching up to twirl the hairs on his nape. “all because i put him on cherry crush and he tried to act like he discovered it first.”
satoru’s eyes are still on his screen, so you squeeze his palm between your thighs to bring him back to you. “he’s so petty, toru.”
“very petty, baby.”
you frown. it’s been exactly thirteen minutes and forty-two seconds since satoru looked at you last. he’s been on this stupid spreadsheet since class started, and it’s really starting to piss you off.
so you block his view.
“look at my fingers, toru,” you breathe, lifting your hand in front of his face. “i was in such a rush i forgot my rings. my hand looks so ugly.”
he lifts his head—just slightly, just enough that he can focus on the screen & not your hand in front of him—& replies without a beat. “looks pretty, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the back of your hand. “so gorgeous.”
oh, that’s enough.
“toru.”
“hm, baby?”
“kiss me.”
gojo satoru chokes on his tongue. he freezes, blue eyes leaving the screen only to dart around the crowded lecture hall in alarm. he lets his eyes drop to you, and perhaps he shouldn’t have, because you’re looking up at him with glossy lips & too-big eyes & lashes that flutter in that way that means trouble. gojo gulps.
“we can’t do that right now, sweetheart,” his voice catches. you’re pouting up at him but satoru only cups your cheek and tries to reason with you. “we’re in public. can you wait for me, angel?”
your brows furrow, lips wobbling into that pout that only spells out gojo’s demise.
“are you ashamed to kiss me in public?” you croak, fake sniffling. “am i that ugly?”
you’re not ugly. you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know it, satoru knows it, & he also knows you’re doing this on purpose. but your eyes are so glossy. your breathing’s all hitched. your shoulders shake like you’re about to sob—
gojo satoru folds under zero pressure.
he cups your face, thumb brushing faux tears off your lashes as he presses his lips to yours. you taste like strawberry candy & something too sweet to have a name. gojo sighs into your mouth. cocks his head. pulls back just to lean in again when your lashes flutter up at him all pretty. he lets his thumb tug your lip and tongue lick your teeth and—
“ahem.”
you both freeze.
in the row in front of you the nanami kento is there, frown on his face & completely unamused. there are pens littered on his desk & his laptop is wide open—is he reading semantic error?
he eyes you both, lips curled in disgust.
“this is not a love nest.”
you & satoru are blinking in disbelief when nanami turns back to his laptop. he slams it shut in embarrassment when he’s met with an inappropriate panel onscreen.
II. DISTRACTION #2: NETWORKING ❌ NOT WORKING ✅
time: 7:14 pm. location: Bergeron Center for Engineering Excellence
⎚-⎚
gojo satoru has five minutes until the most important meeting of his life.
an opportunity to pitch one of his latest projects to some high-class engineering recruiters—lucky him! he’s in a private office with his speech in his hands, and his beautiful girlfriend kicking her feet on the office table.
you’re supposed to be his supportive plus-one. and gojo does feel supported—how could he not when the love of his life is here for him, dressed up like a midsummer dream? but gojo thinks he’d feel even more supported if you weren’t bracketing his thighs & tugging on his tie every time he tries to speak.
“thank you all for coming. i’m honored to have this opportunity—“
“satoruu,” you coo. “i miss you.”
gojo satoru knows better than to sigh. he does it anyway, collapsing into your neck in resignation as he squeezes your hips. you’re pressing a glossy kiss to his jaw. “i’m right here, sweetheart,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. “will you let me focus?”
you nod sweetly, squeaking a little when he presses a kiss to your neck in thanks.
“thank you all for coming. i’m honored to have this opportunity to present—“
“satoruu,”
thirteen words this time. fairs.
“yes, sweetheart.”
“my feet hurt,” you pout, kicking your feet up to show him. for once, you’re not being dramatic. even with your heels on satoru can see the sides of your feet reddening, flushed & slightly swollen against the material. his brows furrow. “how’d this happen, angel…?”
he kneels down to slip your heels off. you pout: “i got new heels so i’d look pretty for your presentation. now my feet hurt and i’ve ruined everything.”
satoru frowns, but you’re still spiraling. lips wobbly, eyes all glossy & nose wrinkled in lament. gojo’s heart goes sticky in his chest. how could you possibly ruin everything when you are everything?
he reaches up to wipe a tear off your cheek. “look at me, baby,” he murmurs, other hand rubbing circles on your ankles. he looks devastating like this—hair messy, tie loose from all your tugging & knees on the floor for you even though he’s in his finest dress pants. “you didn’t ruin anything, okay baby? look.”
he slips off your heels, then his own leather shoes, & laces them onto your bare feet. “wear these.”
you blink as he lifts you off the table, kneeling back down to adjust the shoes better. you wiggle your toes. your feet don’t even reach the middle, and you almost fall trying to walk two steps, but the gesture alone has you beaming. you turn to him with your lips bent in a clumsy smile.
“they’re huge, toru,” you giggle, twirling around in the office. satoru only smiles. his heart goes sticky in his throat. he pulls you into a soft kiss because trying to speak might make his chest hurt.
knock knock.
one of satoru’s classmates—nerd #1—peeks his head in, expression slightly terrified. “uh, gojo? they’re ready for you in the boardroom,” he gulps. “you’re up.”
satoru nods, gathers his speech papers. you’re practicing walking around in his shoes now, arms stretched out to help you balance as you waddle around with a grin on your face. gojo satoru looks down at his feet. they’re in nothing but a pair of socks.
right.
he sucks in a breath, then turns to kiss your forehead. “stay here where it’s warm, okay?”
you’re still entranced by his shoes, but you chirp out an okay! regardless. satoru bites his lip. it’s showtime.
——
the faculty is looking at satoru like he’s grown two heads.
have they never seen a shoeless man before? how rude. he’s standing on the boardroom’s stage now, clipboard in hand, projector lighting up the board behind him. some of the recruiters are nodding. the others are trying not to look at his feet so they can’t be accused of classism. gojo satoru is not even poor. a glance at his suit should tell you that.
but gojo doesn’t care. he presents without issue—even though the entire time, his mind is on you.
the boardroom door has a center made of glass. through the pane, satoru can see you back in the office—you’ve somehow found music controls for the office’s boombox, and you’re dancing—oh god, you’re dancing—twirling around with a clumsy smile & laughing when you stumble in his much larger shoes.
satoru’s heart swells. his lip twitches.
gojo turns his focus back to his presentation. he’ll work hard to keep you smiling for the rest of your life.
III. DISTRACTION #3 : WHY IS MY GIRLFRIEND IMMUNE TO TUTORING…
time: 6:14 PM location: The Quad, Satoru’s Apartment.
⎚-⎚
“who discovered the americas ?”
“Martin Luther King.”
You are going to fail this exam.
“that’s enough general history today,” gojo mutters, voice croaking in alarm when you give your answer. you’re tucked in his lap, fingers curled in his collar, nose in his neck & completely unbothered. your perfume is sticky in his lungs. “let’s try math. you like math, baby?”
“mhm,” you kiss his jaw. “love it.”
no you don’t. gojo flips open a book with one hand, the other rubbing circles on your thigh. “let’s practice some integration…” he scans the page for questions while you twirl the hairs on his nape. “okay, this one. can you try this for me, princess?”
your lips tug into a bored frown. “okay,” you lean up to glance at the page, “done.”
he blinks, “done?”
“yes,” you flop back against him, soft & pretty & tired & his. “i solved it in my head.”
satoru bites his lip, brows knit in concern. “baby, you can’t solve integrals in your head.”
“i have a very strong brain.”
satoru prays for some strength of his own. okay—okay. he purses his lip. “so strong, baby. do you want to walk me through your process?”
you frown in his neck.
“first of all,” you tug his collar, lashes fluttering, “i looked at the numbers.”
“good job.”
“then,” you tug his earlobe, “i got bored.”
“oh.”
satoru sighs—of course you did. he purses his lip, blue eyes flitting across the page as his spoiled pretty angel hugs his neck; dreary and tired and ‘bored’ in his lap. finals are coming up and things are not looking good for you. he prays for strength (again).
you seem to have found some strength of your own. gojo’s not sure when you pick up your phone (which he had confiscated from you earlier), but while he stares into the distance and laments your guaranteed failure, you scroll through your phone with a grin on your lips.
“toru, look at this bag,” you coo, pushing the bright screen to his face. “it’s so pink and pretty, just like me.”
“just like you,” he repeats, still staring into the distance.
“wow, nine-hundred-and-fifty dollars,” you kick your feet in his lap. “baby, can i buy it?” you coo, voice sweet.
satoru blinks out of his daze. he glances at the phone screen—then at you, suddenly sweet & bright & brimming with energy. his thumb brushes your inner thigh. “baby, you’re supposed to be studying.”
“i am studying,” you frown, and gojo wants to kiss it off again. “i’m studying consumer behavior. can i have your card?”
there are three reasons gojo satoru should not give you his card.
you are going to fail your exams.
you haven’t double-checked if the price is in CAD or USD.
you are going to fail your exams.
gojo lets you have his card.
you squeal, hopping off his lap to retrieve his wallet in the other room. satoru leans back against his desk chair. in front of him, his desk is a mess of opened books & littered pencils, a ‘get good grades!’ subliminal playing on your mini speaker because you insisted the whispered affirmations would guarantee your success. gojo sighs.
“thank you, toru!” you sing as you pad back into the room, a skip in your step. you lean down to kiss his cheek & flop onto his bed to open his laptop. you have his wallet in your hands, and gojo satoru already knows you will not double check the currency.
gojo closes your textbook with a sigh. better luck next time.
ac: (see alt text!) @ to00fu
DISTRACTIONS, end.
HEARTKAJI. do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload.
✧ synopsis: what do you do when a wanted criminal comes to settle a grudge? fuck him, of course!
✧ pairing: outlaw! toji x farmer shiu's daughter! reader
✧ warnings: mention of blood, blowjob, corruption kink, inexperienced!reader, whore!toji, gunplay, humping, unprotected piv, cowgirl, backshots, hair pulling, cumshot, almost getting caught, brief begging and name calling (slut), dumbification, cockdrunk!reader, toji's massive. WC: 5.1k
✧ a/n: my entry for my gorgeous amazing talented wife @sextier's cowboy culture event<3
"won't you help out an old man, doll?"
you almost jumped at the sound of the man's low voice, head snapping in the direction from where it came from as the haystack in your hands stumbled on to the ground.
the man stood at the barn's entrance, leaning against it's wooden frame as one arm reached across his chest, hand gripping on to what seemed like an injury on the outer side of his arm. crimson stained the chestnut fabric beneath, and few of the top buttons of his shirt were left undone, revealing the muscled chest underneath.
"my goodness, who—what happened? how did you get in here?" you questioned. it's not every day a man stumbles bloody into your storehouse.
"heh, got a little hurt and saw you from out there," his voice was rough, though the grin on his lips only lured you to step forward, tempting. "thought a sweet thing like you might want to help me out."
heat rose to your cheeks before you could think to stop it. sure, the man was older and practically covered in sweat and grime, but he wasn't anything short of attractive—his features were sharp, dangerous; only enhanced by the inky black hair tousled across his forehead and faded scar running across the corner of his lip. not that you've noticed any of it, of course.
"allow me to go inside the house and ask my father—he must have some bandages and medicine lying around," you assured, offering him a hand, "please, sit down until i'm back—"
"real nice of you, sweetheart, but i won't be needing all' that," he grinned, cutting you off, "just help me tie it up with an old rag to stop the bleeding and i'll be as good as new."
"i doubt that's sanitary—it won't be long, just let me get my f—" you laughed nervously as he hung on to your arm.
"no need to bother your father," he insisted, "i'm sure you can do it yourself. then i'll be fast on my way."
he sat down on a bench near the stables before you could get a chance to oppose again. his legs were spread, giving you plenty of space to stand between them and start nursing the wound on his arm.
"alright, let me see what i can find," though you were unsure about the whole situation, you turned, heading over to a cabinet nearby in order to find anything resembling a bandage.
in between looking for the cleanest cloth you could find and the nearly empty bottle of scotch your father had lying around for dark days, you catch a glimpse of the stranger behind you—who, in truth, was patiently waiting for your return, his gaze lost somewhere in the surroundings. his shirt, however, crumpled up and thrown at his feet.
you quickly turned away before you'd get caught staring, focusing on gathering the necessities and preferably looking anywhere else other than his bulging biceps and shredded abs. he had to be the largest man you've ever seen.
by the time you returned, his back was pressed against the wooden post behind him, eyes swiftly catching yours as you strode over to him, rags and alcohol in hand.
"right—um, i'll just use this to disinfect the wound before patching it up," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
"have at it, doll," he smirked, seemingly unbothered, "call me toji, by the way."
"sure, toji," you gave him a sheepish smile, introducing yourself in return. you weren't sure why, but the name felt familiar.
your heart thrummed in your chest, fingers trembling lightly as you held the alcohol bottle in your hand to soak the cloth. he was massive, making you so nervous that you might even forget how to breathe.
as if afraid to hurt him, you lightly tapped the alcohol-soaked fabric over the gash, cleaning the bloody mess around. not even the slightest expression rose on his face though, seemingly unable to feel a sting.
"don't be shy, sweetheart. i can handle a little pain," toji snickered.
"i'm sure you can," you replied with a wary smile. the wound looked like a bullet had barely missed him, grazing his skin just enough to tear it open. could've been luck, could've been impressive agility. both were scary to you.
toji's bicep flexed the moment you applied more pressure, a low grunt escaping him as you dragged the cloth right by the lesion. you couldn't help but feel nervous, trying to steady your increasing heart rate while a spark of desire began to flicker low in your belly.
"how did you end up with this, if you don't mind me asking?" you questioned the first thing that came to mind, trying to take your mind off things. but the fact that he was already looking at you did not help.
"oh you know how it is," he laughed, "was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
you most definitely didn't know 'how it is'.
but toji couldn't exactly tell you that he was caught in a crossfire with the town's sheriff after stealing five thousand dollars from your father, shiu kong—who plastered his face on a 'wanted' poster on every wall available.
and what sweeter payback was there if not coming to fuck his daughter behind his back?
"right," you breathed back a laugh.
it wasn't long until you were finally done with cleaning his wound. what remained now was to bandage it; your eyes, however, couldn't seem to focus on much except the jacked body before them. illicit curiosity was written all over your face; stealing glances at toji's stout pecks and toned abs, drifting even lower when you thought he wasn't looking.
except he was. and it didn't go unnoticed by him.
"you okay, doll? y' seem nervous," toji asked, knowing of the effect he has on you.
"i'm fine," you reply, perhaps a bit too quickly as you reach for the make-do bandage and begin wrapping it around his bicep, "just trying to concentrate."
"yeah, trying…" toji looked at you, his scarred lips curling upwards, "and failing."
"excuse me…?" you scoffed, defenses shattered to the ground under the weight of his stare. you finished by tucking in the fabric after wrapping it tightly, finishing up on his treatment.
"seems to me like you wanna concentrate on somethin' else," he shrugged. anticipation surged through your core at the sound of his rugged voice.
"i don't know what you mean," your cheeks burned bright with need and embarrassment, only dragging you deeper into a hole you weren't sure you wanted to escape.
toji's nothing if not self-assured, his satisfaction sky rocketing at the sight of your reaction. he shifted in his seat, leaning back while maintaining a firm eye-contact that consumed you from the inside out. the sick fuck has already been hard from the moment your dainty, careful fingers had touched his skin, and he did nothing to hide it.
"i think you do, doll," toji grinned, "i think you're drooling over the thought of havin' my cock in your mouth," you swallowed dry, taking a step back as if it could get you farther away from the truth. your eyes, however, could not lie, dragging over the obscene print of his thick cock straining against his jeans, right below the buckle of his belt, "go on," he permitted, feeling the question burn your tongue.
your knees felt weak, and it didn't take long before they gave up completely. you sunk to the ground, shame flooding your chest and making you feel too warm. your gaze was set forward, eyeing his belt as if it were a present you could not wait to tear open. though, you didn't rush. nervousness making your fingers tremble as you reached over to unfasten the buckle.
toji watched your every move, his cock pulsing as it got harder and harder, pearly beads of arousal trickling down the curve of his fat tip, begging for your attention.
one hand was seated on his thigh while the other palmed him through the fabric, feeling the stiffness beneath. you unhooked his pants, letting out a soft gasp as you pulled out his cock. you weren't sure how it was gonna fit—your hand was wrapped around his girth, yet still not reaching all the way. lengthwise… it was probably bigger than your face.
saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight, and you started by swirling your tongue around his flushed tip—testing the waters, getting used to the slightly salty taste of him. toji hissed at the feeling, sucking the air in between his teeth, wishing you'd go further.
your warm breath lingered down his length as you dragged your tongue along the underside, tracing out a particularly prominent vein that caught your attention.
"juuust like that, doll, go for it," toji urged, pushing his hips forward. heat spread throughout your body, encouraging you to press a few open-mouthed kisses to his tip before finally wrapping your lips around it.
you took it slowly, barely able to fit him in your mouth; pressing your tongue against his frenulum as you whirled for a better angle. one hand was wrapped around his thick shaft, unhurriedly stroking him while attempting to lean in deeper on his cock.
you looked up at him through hung lashes, silently longing for some type of approval, needing to know if he felt as good as he tasted to you. your mouth stretched around his cock, and the musky essence of him invaded your senses.
quiet curses were all that fell past his lips as one large hand settled on the top of your head. a heavy, unmistakable presence, guiding you—no, pushing you to take him further until moisture gathered up at your lashline. you whimpered around his cock, struggling to breathe as toji bullied every grueling inch down your throat.
your hands grasped onto his thighs, nose nuzzled into the dark hair of his pelvis when you finally managed to relax around him. the warmth of your mouth encompassed him, wet and welcoming until the very moment air began to run thin in your lungs. your neurons fired in response to the fuzzy feeling in your brain, and in combination with the gruff groan toji let out, sparks of arousal surged through you, a warming need pooling in your lower half.
"fuckin' made for it, weren't you?" toji rasped, "takin' my cock like it's the only thing keepin' you alive." the grin on his face was dangerous, his fingers curled into your hair as he pulled you off. you gasped, breathing in the air he's deprived you of, yet missing his cock all the same.
"you liked it?" your voice was shy, still shattered from the mistreatment your throat's been through.
"fuck yeah, i did," toji expressed, leaning in to brush the hair out of your face, "would'a came by now if i hadn't stopped you… greedy lil' thing, aren't you?"
"…why did you stop me then?" you asked, ignoring the 'greedy' part of what he said. it's like having toji stuff your mouth was pleasuring you enough to cut off any other options of what he might do to you.
you were still on your knees as he got up, standing tall over you, intimidating and making a total mess of your undergarments.
"cos' i wanna give that pretty pussy of yours some attention too," toji's lips curled into a smile so sly and vicious it settled an aching need in your core.
in a few, long strides, he got over to a pile of hay that was tucked away in a corner, looking over his shoulder as a silent signal for you to follow him. by the time you got there, toji was laid out on the soft blanket of hay—leaking cock in his hand and waiting for you.
"come over," he instructed, and you knelt next to him, palms seated on his chest as you waited for the next step.
from what you could see, his hand slipped off beneath his waist, right in the slit where his jeans moulded to his lower back. when he pulled away, your eyes almost dropped out of their sockets once you saw the steel gun nestled in his grasp.
you went still, breath catching in your throat. toji looked at you… amused, if anything.
"take these off," he ordered, a subtle smirk still visible on his face as he slowly dragged the muzzle of the gun down your chest and torso, over the fabric of your clothes.
you felt your bones become ten times heavier, seemingly frozen as you urged your body to move in the midst of fear.
"what are you gonna do with that?" you asked just above a whisper; starstruck.
"nothin' you wouldn't like," toji replied, still as smug as ever, "now go on."
you undressed, mind reeling with a million questions about what he meant, about what he means to do. it's all hazy, fear taking over your thought process as your inner thighs continued to grow stickier.
toji's emerald eyes were fixed upon your figure, dragging over your curves and the feelings mirrored on your face. the cold steel sent shivers through you as he drew it lower down your body, eventually reaching your heated cunt and making you gasp at the contact.
"are you scared, doll?" toji asked, his gaze lingering on the shiny wetness gathered on the barrel of the gun.
"yes," you breathed out, brain overwhelmed with too many feelings you couldn't yet process.
"good," he dragged it through your folds now, giving you a glimpse of what he was planning, "now ride it."
"what?" your eyes went wide.
toji let out an apathetic sigh; not at all showing the true effect you had on him. feeling bound by shackles just to wait a little longer until he felt that pussy stretch 'round his cock. seeing you get so sensitive and worked up made his skin itch for more, and unfortunately, patience wasn't his strongest suit.
"grind your hips against it, show me how you want it," toji instructed, his eyes set on how you leaked over the metal. he shifted the gun, moving it back and forth at an angle so you caught the taste of the feeling as it rubbed over your clit. a soft whimper escaped you, feeling the cold ridges of the barrel gliding between your messy folds.
"juuust like that," he mused as you began to rock your hips, chasing that feeling he's showed you a glimpse of. arousal started to overpower the feeling of fear, combining into something that let you push out any thoughts and worries and just follow the low sound of his voice.
"yeahhh, you like it, don't ya?" your eyes were closed, but you could hear the grin in his voice, that sly sound that vibrated through you and made your stomach churn.
"i do, i like it," you panted, almost as if you couldn't believe the words came out of your mouth.
you found the angle that made your thighs feel weak, each movement getting sloppier as you moulded that sensitive spot against the gun, rubbing yourself on it until your legs shook.
your hand gripped onto toji's bicep for support as you neared your high, slick trickling down the handle and down his hand. your lips parted, making way for soft, quiet moans to fall past while your abdomen contracted.
"alright, that's enough, don't you think?" toji interrupted, suddenly pulling the gun away from your cunt and making you gasp, walls helplessly clenching around nothing.
"mmph, but it felt so good," you pouted, unhappy that he took away that sense of pleasure.
"yeah? my cock's gonna feel even better," he smirked, pulling you on top of him before you'd even get a chance to reply.
unlike the rough grit of his hands, toji handled you with care, palms keeping a firm, secure grip that anchored you to him. the built up heat of your cunt lingered just above his shaft, vulture eyes set on studying your every reaction.
to feel his cock less than a few centimetres away from your cunt was very different than seeing it from further away. it basically had it's own gravitational pull, drawing you in to its sheer mass to the point where you could only imagine what it would be like to have it inside of you—stretching you to your absolute limits.
"you can take it," toji reassured, ego soaring in his chest at the sight of the nervousness painted on your face.
"are you sure…? it's so—haahh," your worries had been cut short by a moan when toji grabbed the base of his cock and skimmed the flushed tip over your folds, nudging at your clit with every motion.
"don't worry, doll. you're soaking me enough for three people," he grinned, teasing your entrance, "this pussy's gonna be suckin' me up in no time."
your cheeks took on a crimson hue after hearing his words, heart beating loudly in your chest as you finally gathered up your courage to sink on his cock. toji's eyes burned into yours when his tip slipped past your folds, enough to make you gasp and feel the sharp stretch tearing you open.
he was patient, though; letting you take him on your own accords and adjust to his size. your whimpers turned into whines with every torturous inch slipping into your warmth, it felt never-ending—walls clamping down on him even though you were only halfway through taking him fully.
the pain was short lived, turning into pleasure before long—dizzying and foreign; your eyes rolling to the back of your skull until all you saw were stars lighting up a pitch black sky.
your nails dug into toji's chest as you squirmed above him. it felt too good, too much to even think about sinking further onto his cock. "i—i can't, i can't d—" your pitiful cries had been promptly cut off by a loud knock, coming from riiight outside the barn.
"sweetheart, you in there?" you heard your father's voice rustle through the wooden structure.
to say your heart dropped to your ass was an understatement.
any potential noise and whimper that might've dared to surface got lodged back in your throat. even breathing seemed like a risk… to you. in toji's eyes, however, a glint of something lit up his eyes, a wicked smile engraving itself onto his face. you probably didn't even want to know what could possibly be running through his mind right now. but he was far from opposed to letting you know.
toji's strong hips shifted a little. the small fraction of a movement that made your breath hitch while his cock just nudged its way further into your warmth.
"answer him," he grinned.
the colour drained from your face.
"i can't—" toji snapped his hips into you—not fully, just enough to make you choke on your own words.
"want your daddy to come in and see you crying all over my cock?" you shook your head, clearly on the verge of tears—much to his amusement, "no? answer him."
your breath hitched. toji was right, you weren't exactly lucky enough that your father would just go away if you hadn't answered.
"i'm here," your voice nearly cracked, "don't come in, i'm cleaning—the horses made a mess… and it smells."
if you could bury your head in sand right now, you would.
"i can help you if you'd lik—"
"no!" not at all suspicious, right? "i can handle it, i mean. t—thank you."
"alright, as hard-working as ever, huh?" your father replied, a slight chuckle in his voice as he turned away… hopefully.
you felt the weight drop of your shoulders… straight back to your cunt.
"the horses, huh?" toji snorted.
you squirmed. was it really that bad?
he didn't give you much time to contemplate your word choices before shoving another searing inch inside of you.
your back arched instinctively, legs wobbling on either side of toji's hips. not like you've had much experience, little to none, actually; but you've never felt this way before—so full, so fucked before he even got to it. you bit your lip attempting to stifle any moans, but it was fruitless. how could you? not when the weight of his large hands ended up on your waist, dragging you further, impaling you on his cock.
"there she is, yeah? you like that, doll?" he asked, though it felt more of a mock considering your current state.
you didn't reply. tried soaking in the harrowing pleasure without acknowledging the taunting sound of toji's voice.
he didn't like that much.
his thumbs pushed into your soft skin, making you lean back and change your angle. you felt your womb mould against his tip, hitting every sensitive spot with no effort.
"mmnghh—yes, yes! i do," you choked out rather enthusiastically, much to toji's satisfaction. the embers of his touch stirred into a fire raging in your core, consuming you—making you realise you needed more.
his hands guided your movements as you shifted in his lap. your thighs weak, twitching, like you'd used all your strength just to lift yourself up; a lewd whine escaping when you felt his thick cock drag through your heat.
"so damn tight," toji grunted, a frown twisting his expression. his grip tightened slightly, the rough pads of his fingers digging into the fat of your hips and urging you to move. the desperate twitch of his cock made you slam into him without thinking, aching pleasure knocking out a loud moan from your chest in return.
"can't even be quiet, can you?" toji snickered. your attempts at riding him were sloppy, pace faltering yet fueled by urgency. slick dripping down his shaft and pooling at the base while burning tears welled up in your eyes. it drove him feral just seeing you this way, how that unsullied face of yours twisted into one of a needy sluts'.
"don't fuckin' stop." he rasped, hands sliding up to your waist and pulling you into him. your weight fell atop him, palms seeking stability into the hay on either side of toji's head. your breaths mixed in the sudden closeness, gazes burning into one another—filled by lust.
he wanted to see you fall apart, hear you break.
your vision blurred the second toji slammed into you from below. every thrust breaking into shameless strikes of skin to skin, merging with the obscene sounds of your shattered moans. his pace was ruthless, low grunts rhythmically escaping each time his heavy balls slapped against your ass.
his cock filled you to the brim over and over again, splutters of slick gushing out of you until your lower halves were damp and sticky with arousal. your body jerked, mind cloudy with too many overwhelming sensations, coming in waves with each harsh pummel.
you felt your insides twist, his cock grinding against your walls and kissing your cervix as he slammed into you. it was relentless, broken sobs tearing from your throat and tipping you painfully close to the edge.
toji's broad chest was heaving and gleaming with sweat, the weight of pleasure expanding behind his ribs, just waiting to tear out. his teeth bared in the low light, catching his lower lip as you took him down to the base.
he wasn't gonna last like this, not when your pussy gripped on to him like a damn vice.
"enjoying yourself, huh?" toji grunted.
"uh-huh—" you mumbled, eyebrows knit as if you barely even comprehended his words; yet, it was enough to get him to wrap his hands over your ass and hoist you off him. your cunt clenched helplessly at the sudden absence of his cock, a torn whine falling past your lips as he got behind your feeble body and helped you prop on all fours.
he almost sneered after seeing you curl your back into that arch without him needing to say a word. it was a filthy sight, the way you looked over your shoulder, eyes half lidded and glassy, just begging to be rolled into the back of your skull.
one hand slipped over the crease of your hip, holding you firmly while the other skimmed down your spine, his warm touch leaving chills in its wake before ultimately wrapping around the stout base of his cock.
anticipation surged through your core when you felt toji line up with your messy entrance; his flushed, leaking tip ghosting over your folds before slowly pushing in.
his sharp, almost condescending gaze remained fixed on you even then, studying the way your lips parted as a moan broke through. this new angle let you feel even more stretched out, as well as every ridge of his bulging tip as it slipped into your cunt.
that's when he stopped.
"w-what are you doing?" you looked at him instinctively, expecting more, expecting toji to slam in and fill you up until you shake; but it never came.
"you wanna be fucked like the slut you are? that it?" toji rasped, his voice low while continuing to nudge his cock into your hole, making you whimper.
"say it. i ain't movin' otherwise."
your lips pushed into a pout, embarrassment flooded through you the same way your juices leaked down his length. you couldn't even hide it.
"please, 'want it, toji," you mumbled all soft and sweet. though the use of his name made him nearly twitch, you both knew it wasn't good enough for him.
"still ain't what i wanna hear, doll," toji insisted, his scarred lips tugging into a subtle smirk.
you felt the knot in your abdomen tighten, aching for more. walls clamping and pulsing around his tip as if trying to suck him in.
"need you to fuck me, please, need it so bad," your voice turned into a whine, eyes bleak and doe like, staring right back at him.
"that's better…" he replied, only halfway convinced, but enough to push just a little further into your dripping heat.
"haahh—fuck, please—please fuck me, i'm a slut," you choked out between broken moans. the pressure in your core was simply getting unable to ignore, his cock stretching you out enough to keep you longing for more yet not enough to fully satisfy you.
only then did toji get over himself and snap his hips into you.
your thighs buckled at the sheer strength of the thrust, mind going blank, inescapably overpowered by the bittersweet feeling of his cock. as much as you wanted it—needed it even, you would've never been truly ready to take him, not like this. the aching stretch combined with how deep he was, hitting every spot that mattered with no effort, with no regard of your sensitivity.
his hips rutted into you at an unforgiving pace, with no real care of who could be around to hear—a part of him wished for it, really; to have you shaking and screaming on his cock like a prize to be paraded.
in truth, you were already far too gone to even think about that; the only thing you knew—felt, were the relentless waves of lust and need toji was still managing to fuck more of into you. it was almost too much for your body to handle, limbs trembling uncontrollably with the pressure that was continuously building up.
toji's strong hands remained firmly welded to your hips, pulling you up, keeping you right where he wanted you. ebony strands of hair were now slick with sweat and sticking to his temples, low grunts fueled by blinding hunger escaping with every frenzied thrust.
you felt wrecked; hand snailing over your mouth in a weak attempt to stifle your shattered moans and cries, while your strength continued to fray bit by bit, cheek pressed into the pile of hay as you greedily took every ripple of force.
hot tears coated your lashes—you couldn't keep up, you couldn't even pretend to have any form of control over yourself; not when your mind was spinning in a drunken daze.
"haahh—" you squealed once you felt toji's hand tangle into the roots of your hair, pulling you upward and forcing you into an angle that made you see stars.
"fuckin' look at me," toji grunted, his own composure rapidly chipping into a hurried, needy pace. he was close, each whorish clench of your cunt impelling him closer to his climax
your eyes fell upon him, fogged and glistening with tears. lips parted and jaw slack, uneavely letting out the filthiest of sounds while your cunt gushed and slobbered all over toji's lap. the knot in your belly tightened more, threatening to snap at any second.
"look at me while you cream on my cock," he rasped, getting dangerously close to letting loose—fighting everything within himself to not do it inside you; mark and ruin you for anyone else.
you could only let out a broken moan in response, gathering any sliver of strength and pushing back into him, meeting the force of his thrusts, letting the space get filled by the thunderous slaps of your ass colliding into toji's hips.
that was far more than enough to make you crumble in his grasp. flashes of white blinded you, dancing in your minds eyes as you came undone on toji's cock. the overwhelming intensity of your orgasm made you feel every ridge and bulging vein as it continued to drag within your pulsing walls. gushes of warm, pearly slick spurted out, drenching both of you even further.
the sight and feel of you breaking pushed toji far off the edge before he knew it; abruptly pulling out of your dripping cunt and painting your back in surges of hot cum. his flushed cock pulsed into the grip of his own hand as streams of arousal trickled thick down your skin; low, obscene curses tearing from his mouth due to the intensity of his orgasm.
you were panting, squirming helplessly as you came down from your high. though still raw and sensitive, your walls clamped down around nothing, weak after the sudden loss of toji's cock.
his chest was heaving , one hand still wrapped around his softening length as he tapped the tip on your back a few times, smearing the last remains of cum on your skin.
toji reached for a nearby cloth before long, wiping away the mess he made. his touch was surprisingly soft, grounding you in this vulnerable moment. his free hand creeped over your shoulder—an inexperienced, yet honest attempt at reassurance.
When the topic of “the most embarrassing thing your ex ever said in bed” came up. You laughed, told him about the one guy who kept asking if you were “close yet” like he was checking a fucking timer. Toji snorted laughing, “Bet none of ‘em ever made you squirt, huh?”
You blinked at the dumb shit that he’d just said. “Made me…what?”
He stared at you for a second, then barked out a laugh. “You’re shittin’ me. You really don’t know?”
You shrugged, cheeks burning. “I mean, I’ve come before. It feels good. But squirting? That’s…porn bullshit, not real life.” you laughed, kicking your legs up onto his lap. “Girls fake that shit for views.”
He sat up, elbows on his knees, looking at you like you were fucking crazy, “You serious right now?” You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, “Yeah, okay, Mr. Expert. You’ve made every girl you’ve fucked squirt then?”
He caught your ankle again when you tried to playfully kick his face, this time yanking you forward so fast you yelped, sliding you halfway onto his lap. “Hell yeah, everyone single one and the fact that none of those pathetic exes of yours ever got you there…kinda pisses me off.”
You opened your mouth to deny it, “Whatever. It’s not a big deal. I’m not missing out on anything.” Toji’s hand landed heavy on your thigh, slapping it, “You are. And I’m not letting my best friend walk around thinking she can’t squirt when I know damn well she can…Bet I could make you.”
Now your best friend had you pinned on his bed, shirt shoved up over your tits, shorts and panties dangling off one ankle. His palm strokes slow circles over your stomach, the other hand resting heavy on your inner thigh. “Relax, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, “You trust me, right?”
You nod, this was Toji. Your best friend. The guy who’s seen you ugly-cry over breakups and insults you about it. And now his fingers are sliding through your already slick folds like he’s done this a hundred times in his head. “Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughed at you. “Just from talking about it?”
You tried to glare at him, but it came out as a shaky breath when his calloused thumb found your clit and rubbed lazy circles. Your back arched off the bed, tits bouncing slightly with the movement since your shirt was bunched uselessly above them. “Shut up,” you moaned, as he pushed two thick fingers inside you. He leaned down, biting the side of your breast before sucking your nipple into his hot mouth.
“I—I don’t—” You gasped as he added a third finger, “It’s not gonna happen, Ji. I already t-told you—it doesn’t happen to me-e.” You’re soaked, embarrassingly so, as you bit your lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly.
“‘Cause you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing,” Toji growled, releasing your nipple with a wet pop and shifting so he could watch his fingers disappear into you. “Toji—wait, it feels…weird—” you whimpered, trying to close your legs. It was too intense, like you had to pee but a hundred times stronger.
He spits on your clit, then drags his tongue through your folds in one long lick before sucking your clit into his mouth. “That’s your body telling you you’re about to squirt all over my fucking hand like a good girl.” He spits on your clit again, three thick fingers stretching you open as he fucks you faster.
The slick sounds were louder now, as you tried to close your legs, but Toji’s broad shoulders keep you spread wide, his free hand pinning your thigh down, the other curling perfectly while his palm slapped wetly against your clit with every stroke so you couldn’t escape the overwhelming sensation. “Squirt for me like a good fucking girl.”
You begin to whimper desperately, “Toji—Toji I—oh my god—!” You shake your head, panting, “Ji, seriously—stop, it feels like I’m gonna—” Your back arches hard, tits heaving, nipples stiff and aching from his earlier attention.
Your whole body is trembling, thighs trying uselessly to snap shut around his huge fuckass shoulders while gushing squirts soak Toji’s wrist, his forearm, the sheets beneath your ass in a clear, messy spray. You whimper louder as your squirt splashes messily against his chest and stomach, “Fuuuck, there it is,” Toji groaned, watching with satisfaction as you made a mess. “Look at that. Keep going, good girl, that’s it.”
When he finally slowed his fingers and pulled them out, you were a shaking whimpering mess. He lifted his soaked hand to his mouth and licked off his fingers groaning. “Fuckin’ told you,” he said, voice rough with arousal.
Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers as the last weak spurts trickled out. You lay there panting, trembling, thighs soaked and staring up at him in stunned, blissed-out disbelief. “Told you it was real,” he rasped, “It’s a good thing I love provin’ you wrong.”
content : the tiktok trend where gfs record their bfs being all clingy without them knowing , pro-hero bakugo caught lacking , domestic fluff , one use of y/n
katsuki bakugo was not the affectionate type. at least that's what everyone thinks. so when mina tells you about a harmless tiktok trend that came up on her fyp, one where girls record their unknowing boyfriends being clingy, you couldn't resist trying it.
the apartment was quiet, it was late and the city lights bled softy between the curtains, all while the hum of traffic was somewhere far below.
you were both in bed. well, technically, bakugo was on top of you--thankfully not too heavy, just close. one arm was around your waist, the other was tucked under your back, all while his face was buried in the crook of your neck. his breath was warm against your skin and you could only assume his eyes were closed, he was relaxed in such a way that made it seem like he had no intention of moving for the next decade. these were the nights you loved, when he was free from patrol and all his hero duties.
it was rare to have this kind of stillness and you were sure many, many people would be baffled that the number five, pro-hero dynamight could exist like this.
"you're warm," he muttered into your neck, voice rough and sleepy from the long day.
you smiled while your fingers brushed lazily through his untamed hair.
and, if it was even possible, he pressed closer.
it was such a sweet, simple moment that you almost felt bad about the phone that you held above him. it had been recording for a few seconds now.
it was just for a trend mina had shown you earlier (and, of course, you have absolutely no intention of sharing it to anyone), but it was something stupidly cute to torture him with.
"he doesn't know when you're recording." she'd said. "that's the whole point."
you laughed lightly, "seems kind of mean."
well, bakugo definitely didn't know.
he shifted slightly and lovingly tightened his hold on you. then, his voiced dropped a little and he drawled out the words, "don't move."
"i'm not moving," you whispered in return, amused.
"good."
there was a pause. you almost didn't want him to see the camera and ruin the moment.
his hand flexed slightly at your waist as if he was checking that the moment was real, that you were real.
"stay here." he mumbled into your neck.
"you're clingy." you teased gently. even after all this time, he still gave you butterflies.
"shut up." he said, though there was no bite to it, only comfort.
his head sank deeper into your neck again and, for a moment, you thought he'd fallen asleep like that. his breath was so quiet and steady and the weight of him felt so familiar now, it made your heart ache a little.
then he murmured a little absentmindedly, "love you.." it was so soft that you almost missed it. your fingers paused in his hair, all the while the other hand kept the phone steady.
you had a small, more-than-content smile. "yeah, i know."
he hummed like that answer satisfied him.
then, bakugo shifted his head upward a little and pressed a soft kiss to your jaw.
that's when his sleepy, crimson eyes caught the dim light from the corner of his eye.
"what is that..." he muttered sleepily.
you stared at the ceiling when he shifted his head slightly, just enough to look up... just enough to see your phone... still recording.
the second bakugo fully registered what he was seeing, his eyes locked onto the camera and he jolted.
honestly, jolted is a bit of an understatement. the blond practically jumped back off of you so fast that the blanket shifted, then his hand snapped up instinctively like he was about to detonate the room out of pure reflex.
"WHAT THE HELL-"
he was already halfway from falling off the bed, glaring up at the phone then back to you like you had betrayed him more than anybody ever had.
you could already hear denki's stupid voice saying, "good one y/n, it could get, like, twelve million views."
"the hell is this!?"
you wheezed a little, "it's just a trend-"
"A TREND?"
"yes!"
"I'LL CREMATE YOU." at that, you lost it. you fell back onto your pillow and laughed, all the while he just sat there with messy hair and looking at your phone like it was the worst villain he'd come across. "DELETE IT NOW."
"i was gonna-" you tried to speak, still laughing, "i was literally gonna-"
"I'M NOT BEING RECORDED IN MY OWN DAMN HOUSE." he barked out and turned his head away, acting like he could escape embarrassment that way.
from somewhere deep in your laughter, you managed to speak, "you were being cute."
at that, he whipped his head back. "DON'T CALL IT THAT!"
"you're ashamed of love, katsu." you teased as your hand went out to pull him back into bed, the other hand putting your phone down.
despite his yelling, he leaned into your touch without fight. though before he could lay down, he leaned across you and grabbed your phone and threw it onto his side of the bed. you had to restrain yourself from calling your boyfriend dramatic.
then, he grabbed the blanket and yanked it up over the both of you. it looked like he was trying to erase the entire incident from reality.
"...whoever gave you this idea is dead." he muttered.
you were still smiling into his shoulder when he finally settled back down. he was a little grumpy and flushed, refusing to look directly at you now. but his hand still found your waist again anyway.
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firefighter!toji who wants to start a family with you. corporate!reader. slight belly būlge. brēeding kiñk. married!toji & reader. māting press. mommy/daddy kiñk (slight?). @satoyesha
firefighter!toji fushiguro who really wants to knock you up and start a family with you…
firefighter!toji who sinks into you and releases a guttural moan. you clamp around him, sweet slick coating his dick as he bottoms out, thick and mean tip kissing your cervix. his head is in your shoulders as he further folds you into a mating press; plush legs thrown over his shoulders, and one of his hands placed on the side of your head, the other gripping your hips.
firefighter!toji who leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses across the line of your jaw and down your neck, panting into your ear about how good you suck him in, and how pretty you were under him. he picks up the pace, allowing him to pull all the way out leaving only his tip in, before bottoming back out, basking in the sweet sounds of your moans and your pussy greedily slurping him back in.
"fu-fuck, i wanna— wanna make you mine forever," he moans into your neck, and you can't help but clench around him because of his words and his choice of tone. "wan' you to have my b-babies. make me a daddy," his eyes are rolling to the back of his head from just how good the pleasure is and how good he's hitting it, and your moans don't make it any better. the sound of your sweet nothings makes his dick pulsate inside you, and he fears he may cum way earlier than expected from just that. "y-yeaah? y'wanna make me a daddy?"
firefighter!toji who gets turned on by the concept of making you a mommy. the thought of you swollen, walking around with a ring on your finger and a baby in your stomach only furthered the illustrious desire of making you his. there's nothing better than leaving a mark on you—and toji loves a good one.
"you gonna be a good mommy f'me?" he's pushing your legs to your chest, squishing your tits together as he greedily slams his thick cock into you, delighting in the soft protruding in your stomach. he chuckles breathlessly as he watches you squirm around and mumble a feral and breathy 'yesyesyes,' nodding frantically with glossy eyes as you practically beg him to fill you up. "please— o-oh— l'me fill you up. promise to be the best daddy ever, 'kay?"
firefighter!toji who's so close, and he could feel that you were too. you were more wet than usual, feeling himself slip and slide easier than the beginning, and he smiles to himself. "you close, baby? can feel it." you stare at him with big glossy eyes and slick, kiss-swollen parted lips, too fucked-out to even respond. all you can do is moan and mewl at the way his cock stretches you so good, and promise him that you'll let him fill you up.
"you wan' me t'pull out, i will," both his hands are on your hips now, dragging you back onto his dick? making sure every inch is stuffed inside you. "b-but—haah—you wan' me to cum inside… say it, baby." you weren't even sure his words completely registered in your brain, but you were so far out into space that your mouth and body responded faster than your brain. because the minute you mouth and whimper a 'inside,' you both finally cum.
firefighter!toji who paints your walls white, hot and sticky cum filling you up to the brim, with some excess spitting out the sides. he leaned down to entrap you in a wet kiss, moaning gutturally into your mouth as he feels you spasm around his cock, forming a thicker ring of cream around his base.
"f-fuck…" he pants, still bottomed out in you. he sees your expression, eyes looking down to where you both were connected, seeing the slight bulge in your stomach from how deep he was in you and the sheer amount of cum he's poured into you. yet still, toji still wanted more. his hips began to move softly, jerking slightly when you let out a small mewl.
"don't think t-that was enough, mama… one more, please? jus' one more, and i swear i'll be done, 'kay?"
Synopsis: Bakugo doesn't know how to get your attention, and he doesn't want you to notice him for his brute ways—leading him to posting things on his story that he hopes you'll be interested in.
You've never noticed Bakugo's lingering gaze towards you in class—well how could you? You'd never know unless you have eyes at the back of your head since he sits behind you. Then again, you didn't notice either when his voice goes softer when talking to you during group projects.
He initially thought you were just dense, but you noticed immediately when someone from the support course started crushing on you—so why have you not noticed his crush on you?
He couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts as he stared at the ceiling of his dorm room. Maybe he's already blown his chance because you saw him as some sort of brute.
For what may be the first and only time, Katsuki Bakugou, one of the most promising student-hero in Japan, felt caught up because of a crush.
It was so stupid. He's not the type of guy to bottle up his emotions. If anything, he's the opposite with his explosive personality. It felt so restrictive to stay quiet about his thoughts.
He isn't asking for much. Just a glance, a smile, and maybe a conversation. The smile doesn't even have to be towards him! Just a smile in his direction!
Maybe... Maybe he doesn't even like you! Yes, yes—he's just a little infatuated right now.
He thought about it for a moment, if he could get advice from someone.
Shitty-hair probably doesnt have any experience with girls.
Pikachu might have some, but he'd die before going to that guy for advice.
Mina? Nah she would tell you.
"Everyone's so goddamn useless," Bakugo groaned as he burried his face in a pillow, pushing so hard one might mistake it for suicide by suffocation.
Oh who was he kidding... He totally has a crush on you.
In a beat his phone buzzed with a notification. He didn't immediately check it, taking his sweet time suffocating himself out of sheer frustration.
Finally, he lazily opened his phone to see—and boy does he regret not checking sooner.
It was a notification of you and your like to his Instagram story—which is him playing the drums to a song in the background.
: I like that song too!
Bakugo quite literally felt his world quiet down for a moment, as if presenting him with a chance, a solution on how to get closer to you.
It felt embarrassing, almost—to try and get your attention through posting on social media. But hey, a guy's gotta try.
Bakugo read your chat through the notification over and over, contemplating on what to reply. He can't seem too desperate, but he can't push you away either, but he also can't be bland. How annoying!
Finally, he opened your chat to reply. His hands hovered over the keyboard for a while before hitting send.
Dynamight: i dont like that song. it was Pikachu's idea to cover it.
Yikes, too cold.
: Oh that's a shame.
: Well, you didn't seem like the type of guy to like that kind of genre anyway.
He stared at your chat longer than he should've. A minute passes—he wants to keep your conversation going for longer, but he's out of replies.
It'd be suspicious if he started asking questions or be too nice... But then again, he does want you to notice him.
Dynamight: tf is that supposed mean?
Dynamight: you should stop listening to crappy music
Forgive him, he's racking his brains to not sound desperate.
: What's your idea of good music if your taste is so superior?
Bakugo chuckled as he read your reply. He might be going insane, but he swears he could hear your voice through the screen.
Dynamight: *spotify playlist link*
Dynamight: no need to thank me for blessing you
Since you noticed him via that Instagram story, he started posting more and more.
It was subtle at first, just the usual stuff he'd add to his story. An ugly picture of his friends, a game, a manga page he found cool.
Then it started to become... Performative.
He heard from Mina that you liked sunsets, so he started posting them more often. All the little things that reminded him of you went to his story. Even the random flowers he walked pass in the streets.
Along with that, he started posting more pictures of himself, at the gym, during drills, and random fitchecks—hoping dreaming you'll compliment him.
The bakusquad definitely noticed the change, especially Mina, who was more observant and better at reading people than the others. They all had their suspicions—but they were all sure on one thing—Bakugo was trying to get someone's attention. The question they couldn't find the answer to was: who?
You, however, didnt seen too interested, as you'd only like his stories once in a while and never reply.
Bakugo was going insane trying to think of what would get you attention. He tried posting drum covers again to artists he knows you like, yet to no avail, his effort were met with only a like.
Even in class it was almost the same. You and him weren't close at all, but in a class of only 20 students, it shouldn't be that hard to have an interaction.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't overthinking it sometimes. That maybe he was too rough and arrogant in your first chat, that maybe he had driven you away.
If so, he was done! If you're not going to notice him with all the effort he was making, maybe you're simply not interested.
That was it, he's not going to post anymore stories or be performative for your attention. He felt stupid he even tried that method in the first place.
A week passes and instead of his usual story every other day, it reduced to basically zero. No one can pinpoint the reason, but it's visible Bakugo has become more irritable in class—not until report cards were issued and his grades was on top.
He randomly posted it on his story—his report card with scores all above 90, and kirishima's, with scores better than his previous grade. He captioned it "hardwork pays off. Even though tutoring @RedRiot was harder than actually studying."
He felt pretty proud of himself, and for once, he posted something not for anyone's attention but rather, his own gratification.
Barely an hour passes after he posted his story when he gets a notification... From you.
: Dude, you gotta tutor me!! Im actually failing T°T
Maybe Bakugo hasn't gotten over his little crush afterall.
99 problems, but a wet dream ain’t one | katsuki b.
summary: katsuki had a wet dream about you — and now he can’t get the image out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. and when you find out? you’re sure as hell not making it easy for him.
warnings: best friend!katsuki, best friend!reader, reader is shameless, reader is down BAD, teasing, flirting, cursing, dirty talk, wet dream, smut, blowjob, gagging, spit, dom!katsuki, bratty!sub!reader, degradation, “this is a bad idea” typa fic, MDNI;
wc: 2,3k
Katsuki Bakugou has a best friend problem.
And it isn’t the kind of problem that can be solved by just talking about it, like normal friends do.
No. This is pretty difficult to solve.
Why?
One, because Katsuki doesn’t even talk about feelings or problems most of the time. He just bottles them up until something new appears and then forgets about whatever bothered him before.
And two, he definitely won’t talk about how a wet dream with his best friend made him feel.
Yeah. A wet dream.
He hasn’t had one of those since he was a fucking teenager, and it makes him feel so stupid. He is a grown man, for God’s sake. An established pro-hero. A respected one. And more recently?
A fucking loser.
A loser who now struggles to even meet your eyes while you’re having a simple conversation, because every time he does, he remembers how you looked in his dream — naked and sweaty and so fucking eager to suck him off.
And of fucking course his mind wanders further—
Would your mouth feel that good in reality?
Would it turn him on that much to have you on your knees between his legs?
Would your moans really sound that divine while doing your best to bring him towards pleasure?
Will—
“Earth to Katsukiii,” you suddenly speak, waving a hand in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him jolt slightly, his body shifting backwards on the couch.
“What!?” His head snaps towards you instantly, his hand coming up to slap yours away, ignoring the warmth that lingers from the brief contact.
“I have been talking to you,” you frown, scooching closer to him, leaning forward slightly, trying to catch his gaze. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothin’,” he shrugs, but his body tenses the moment your chest brushes against his arm.
“You’re even pissier than usual,” you remark with a raised brow, studying him carefully. He scoffs.
“You’re imagining things,” he replies way too fast.
You frown deeper, squinting your eyes as you shift even closer, intentionally closing the space between you. You don’t miss the way he immediately leans away.
“Why do you run from me?” you ask, tilting your head.
“I like my space, weirdo,” he mutters under his breath.
“I like your space too,” you tease, nudging your knee against his.
He instantly moves his knee away.
“Shut up and watch this damn movie,” he rolls his eyes, trying to focus anywhere but you.
“Kats.”
No answer.
“Katsuki,” you insist again, leaning in and poking his cheek with your finger.
You feel it — the tension.
You notice the way his hands curl, palms balling into fists as he takes a slow, deep breath, clearly trying to keep himself together.
“What’s up with you?” you push again, your voice softer this time, but more insistent. You move even closer, until he’s practically cornered at the end of the couch, your body fully pressing into his.
“Tell meee,” you drag out, nudging him lightly. “What’s bothering you?”
“You’re bothering me,” he finally snaps, his tone sharp and annoyed, making you blink in surprise. “Even in my fuckin’ dreams,” he adds with a frustrated groan, dragging a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already was.
“What?” you ask, caught off guard. “You dreamt about me?”
“Are you deaf?” he rolls his eyes, letting out a short, dry chuckle.
Then—
Something shifts.
A slow, almost mischievous grin spreads across your lips.
“What kind of dream did you have?” you ask, lowering your voice slightly as you lean closer, your gaze locking onto his.
Before he can react, you move.
In one smooth motion, you swing your leg over him, then the other, settling yourself directly in his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his muscular legs.
His mouth parts slightly, frozen halfway open, one eye twitching as he stares up at you, completely caught off guard.
“Come on,” you push again, shifting slightly on his lap, your clothed core brushing against his crotch through his jeans.
“Did you have a wet dream?” you ask playfully, clearly teasing, not thinking anything of it — but the moment he flinches, looking away instead of snapping back at you, your smile falters just a bit.
“Did you really have a wet dream of me?” you ask again, this time more serious, your eyes searching his face.
“Piss off,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.
“Oh my god… I want to know right now,” you nudge him again, more insistent this time.
“I ain’t telling you shit, now get off of me,” he says, though his hands find your hips, gripping them instinctively.
You place your hands over his, pressing them down, smirking slightly.
“You know… if you tell me what it was about… maybe I can help,” you shrug casually, as if you didn’t just drop that.
He stares at you, completely dumbfounded, like you just said the most insane thing he’s ever heard.
“You gotta be joking,” he says, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Why would I be? It’s not like I don’t find you hot or anything,” you add, shifting slightly again in his lap.
That stirrs something in him.
He hisses under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening without him even realizing it.
“I’m still not telling you,” he mumbles, jaw clenching.
“Okay…” you hum. “I’ll guess.”
You take a moment to think, then—
“Was I on all fours? Were you fucking me from the back? I know you like doggy style… or maybe something else? Like missionary? Or cowgirl?” you ramble, mostly to yourself, watching his reactions closely. “How about—“
“It was a goddamn blowjob, now shut up,” he groans, his head falling back against the couch with a dull thud.
“Oh,” you pause, blinking. “A blowjob,” you repeat thoughtfully, tilting your head slightly.
“How was I able to fit all of that in my mouth?” you add, genuinely thinking about it.
He groans louder this time, hands leaving your hops and dragging them down his face.
“You are killing me, woman,” he mutters, voice strained, making you giggle softly.
“So you want it?” you ask, watching him closely.
He makes a pause, completely baffled.
Then—
“The hell? Who asks their best friend to suck them off?” he snaps, glaring at you.
“Who dreams of their best friend sucking them off?” you shoot back instantly, raising a brow.
“Smartass,” he scoffs.
“Pervert.”
“Oh, I’m the pervert? Not you, who’s been grinding on me for the past minutes?” he shoots back.
“I only suggested it because you seem stressed lately,” you say, your tone softer now, but still teasing. “And you clearly don’t wanna talk about feelings. Maybe I can help some… other way… you know?”
He goes quiet.
Really quiet.
His brows pull together as he stares at you, his expression shifting into something more serious, more conflicted — something you can’t quite read.
You’ve never seen that look on him before.
Not like this.
There’s hesitation.
Something heavy sits behind his eyes.
“You better not make me regret this,” he mutters finally, his voice lower now.
Your brows lift slightly, tilting your head. You didn’t know what to make of this words.
“Wha— what?”
His hands tighten on your hips, making you shift against his crotch for the nth time.
“Get on your knees.”
“Now?” You ask baffled.
“Yes, now. I’m in the mood and it’s your fault,” he reminds you.
You bite your lip to repress a smile.
Instead of a snarky comment, you just nod quietly and get off his lap. He spreads his legs wider the moment you move, watching you closely as you lower yourself onto your knees, settling between his muscular thighs.
Your palms come up to touch them, fingers gripping the material of his jeans as you slowly move them up and down, feeling the tension in his body, trying to ease it just a little.
You take your time.
Slowly moving upward, dragging it out, making it feel like it takes forever to reach his crotch… then his belt.
You start unbuckling it, your movements slow, all while looking up at him — watching the way he stares down at you, jaw tight, lips pressed together, hands resting stiffly at his sides.
You slide the belt out of the way, then undo his zipper, finally revealing his black boxers. Something hard brushes against your hand and he hisses above you, his breath catching.
Your fingers dip under the material and drag it down, exposing his happy trail that leads down to his cock. His own hands come down to help, pushing his jeans and boxers lower, lifting his hips just enough. The fabric bunches at his thighs, out of the way.
And then—
His cock springs free.
Long. Thick. Prominent veins running along the length of it. The tip flushed a reddish color, already leaking with pre-cum.
“C’mon, dig in,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hand comes to tangle in your hair, pushing you slightly forward.
You don’t rush.
You lean in slowly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, feeling the way he reacts instantly — his breath hitching, a quiet hiss slipping past his lips as you glance up at him through your lashes.
Your tongue slides out, dragging along his length, long, intentional strokes, collecting the pre-cum as you go. His fingers tighten in your hair.
“Don’t— be such a tease, damn it,” he grits out, voice rougher now, the veins in his neck more visible as he looks down at you.
You let out a quiet chuckle, but you give in.
Enough teasing.
You part your lips and guide him in, taking him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, relaxing your jaw as you go, until the tip presses against the back of your throat.
You pause there for a second, breathing steadily through your nose, adjusting — letting your body relax around him.
Then you start moving.
Slow at first.
Pulling back just enough before taking him in again, setting a rhythm, your tongue flattening along the underside, tracing the veins, working with each movement.
Spit and pre-cum mix together, making everything smoother, your lips sealing tightly around him.
All the while, your eyes stay on him.
Watching everything.
The way his teeth catch his lower lip. The flare of his nostrils. The crease forming between his brows as he tries to hold himself together. Low grunts slip past his lips, restrained, controlled — but you can tell he’s holding back.
That only makes you pick up the pace.
Your head starts bobbing more steadily, your movements more confident, more precise. Tears sting lightly at your eyes from the burn of your throat, but you don’t stop — you just adjust your breathing, keeping the rhythm consistent.
You want to hear him.
Really hear him.
“You happy now?” he asks, breath uneven, voice rough. “Having a mouth full of me?”
You let out a muffled moan around him in response, the vibration traveling through him as your tongue moves again, your pace never faltering.
“You greedy brat,” he chuckles, though his voice strains. He knows you — you like this, like putting on a show, like pulling reactions out of him.
His hips twitch upward when you increase your speed, your nails digging slightly into his thighs to steady yourself as his fingers tighten in your hair.
Sweat starts to bead at his forehead, sliding down as strands of blond hair stick to his skin.
“Mhm— keep— keep going,” he finally groans, his control slipping just a bit more.
You keep the same pace, consistent, precise, working him up without losing rhythm, your tongue and lips working together, spit and pre-cum already dripping down your chin. But is all worth it when you feel it—
The twitch.
The tension building.
A few more precise movements, a slight change in pressure, and then—
He breaks.
“Fuck, fuck, gonn a—“
His words are cut off as a low, deep moan escapes him. He releases, his body tensing as he spills hot loads of cum into your mouth. He closes his eyes at the feeling, barely able to keep his lips sealed.
For a moment, he doesn’t move, his orgasm washing over him, then — he finally looks at you. You were still on your knees, still sucking and slurping like your life depended on it.
“Fuckin’ hell— you’re takin’ everything,” he lets out a weak, breathy laugh. And it was true, you make sure to not let anything go to waste.
You suck him dry.
And he lets you — for a short while.
Only when the sensitivity kicks in does he tug at your hair, trying to catch his breath and helping you catch yours.
“Shit— too much—” he groans, needing another second to breathe, to recover as you pull away, licking your lips slowly, cleaning the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand as you look up at him.
Taking him in.
He’s leaned back against the couch now, hair messy, chest rising and falling steadily, his cock flushed and glistening, resting against his stomach now. His pants and boxers are still pushed down around his thighs as he spreads his legs, taking a lot of space like usual.
But he wasn’t the only one looking messy… he noticed your state too.
And fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Your hair was deshiveled from his grabbing, your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and glistening with fluids… you looked so fucking pretty like this — on your knees for him, having his cum down your throat and looking at him with teary eyes — a sign of how hard you tried to take him.
You remain on the floor even if it wasn’t the most comfortable place, still close to him.
“So…” you finally break the silence softly.
His eyes snap back to yours, still catching his breath.
“Was this better than your dream?” you ask with a raised brow and a teasing grin.
But he won’t give you want to want. He already gave you enough.
He just scoffs at your question, rolling his head slightly to the side, trying to hide his smile.
You were that kid who would run up to people with your arms already open, who didn’t think twice about wrapping yourself around someone just because you felt like it, because hugging felt good, simple and warm and grounding in a way nothing else really was. You never really grew out of it, never learned to hold back or second-guess whether it was “too much,” because to you it never felt like too much,it felt right, it felt warm, it felt like the easiest way to exist around people you liked without having to overthink anything.
You used to joke that you got it from Olaf, the whole “warm hugs” thing, but the truth was you meant it more than you let on, because hugs were simple and real and didn’t ask anything from you except to be there.
Hugs were easy.
Hugs made sense.
But hugging Katsuki Bakugo?
That was something else entirely.
Because it shouldn’t make sense.
He’s all sharp edges and louder-than-necessary words, all scowls and attitude and that constant underlying tension like he’s always one second away from snapping at someone. He’s not soft, not gentle, not the kind of person anyone would look at and think yeah, he probably gives nice hugs.
And yet,
He does.
And out of everyone—hugging Katsuki Bakugo was your favorite.
You noticed it the first time you hugged him, really hugged him, not one of those quick, joking ones you give people in passing, but the kind where you actually press into him, arms wrapped properly around his middle like you’re settling there for a second instead of just brushing by.
It was warm.
Not just body heat, though yeah, he runs warm, always has, but something deeper than that, something steady, solid, like being wrapped around something that doesn’t move unless it chooses to. His shirts always feel a little softer than you expect too, worn in just enough, and he smells—God, he smells good.
Like caramel and something faintly smoky underneath, something that lingers when you pull away and makes you want to lean back in again just to check if it’s still there.
It doesn’t match him.
It really doesn’t.
And maybe that’s why you like it so much.
"You’re doing it again.”
His voice pulls you back to the present, low and mildly irritated, but not nearly enough to make you move, not when your arms are already wrapped around him from behind, your cheek pressed comfortably between his shoulder blades like you’ve done this a hundred times before.
“I’m hugging you,” you mumble, not even attempting to let go, your grip tightening just a little out of habit.
“You’ve been hugging me for five minutes.”
“And?”
“And that’s too long.”
“It’s not.”
He exhales sharply through his nose, like he’s about to argue, but he doesn’t actually make you move, doesn’t peel your arms off or step away, just stands there, stiff for a second before settling again, like his body has already accepted this is happening whether he likes it or not.
“…You’re clingy,” he mutters.
“I’m affectionate,” you correct, shifting slightly so you can rest more comfortably against him, completely unbothered.
“That’s the same thing.”
“It’s not.”
He clicks his tongue, but there’s no real bite behind it, no actual push to get you off, and that alone is enough to make you smile a little against his back.
“…You’re warm,” you say after a second, softer this time, more like you’re thinking out loud than actually trying to start something.
“Obviously,” he replies immediately, like that’s a stupid observation.
“No, like really warm,” you insist, your voice quieter, more thoughtful, your fingers curling slightly against his shirt without realizing it. “It’s nice.”
He doesn’t respond right away.
And that’s how you know he heard you.
“…You’re weird,” he says finally, but it comes out less sharp than usual, less like an insult and more like something he’s just stating because he doesn’t know what else to say.
“Yeah,” you agree easily, because that’s not new.
You stay like that for another second, maybe two, before you tilt your head slightly, pressing your nose a little closer to his shoulder without really thinking about it.
“…You smell good too.”
He freezes.
“…What.”
You blink, pulling back just enough to look at the side of his face, completely serious.
“Like caramel,” you explain, like it’s obvious. “And something else. I don’t know. It’s nice.”
There’s a pause.
A long one.
“…Why are you sniffing me,” he says slowly, like he’s trying to process that sentence.
“I’m not sniffing you,” you protest immediately, even though you kind of are. “I just noticed.”
“That’s literally sniffing.”
“It’s not intentional.”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
You huff quietly, but you don’t let go, don’t even loosen your arms, because if he really wanted you off, he would’ve made you move by now.
He hasn’t.
“…You give the best hugs,” you say after a moment, softer now, more honest than teasing, your voice settling into something quieter, something that doesn’t feel like a joke anymore.
That’s when he goes still.
Like he didn’t expect that.
“…You hug everyone like this?” he asks after a second, his voice lower than before, something unreadable slipping into it.
You shake your head slightly against him.
“No.”
“…Good.”
You blink.
Pull back a little more this time, enough to actually see his face, your brows lifting slightly.
“…What do you mean ‘good’?”
He clicks his tongue immediately, looking away like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Nothing.”
You stare at him for a second.
Then your lips curl into a small, knowing smile.
“…You like it.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
His eyes snap back to you, sharper now.
“Don’t start.”
But you’re already leaning back into him again, arms wrapping around him just as easily as before, like the conversation didn’t just happen, like this is just how things are between you.
He exhales quietly, something between annoyed and resigned—but his hand comes up anyway. Settles against your back.
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