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vi *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 20 ₊˚ෆ MDNI
“and in the name of the moon, i’ll punish you!”
MASTERLIST
VI YAPS
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any forms of racism, homophobia, transphobia, or hate towards any community will not be tolerated on this blog.
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the last thing kirishima expected tonight was to be pampered by his girl.
not when he was following towards the sounds of water suddenly halting on the other side of the bedroom wall, his cue your lengthy shower finally ended and he could bug you again and maybe, just maybe—watch you spread that vanilla scented lotion he loved all over your body.
now he was sat on the closed toilet lid, a fluffy elastic headband pressing his garnet colored hair up and out of his face, your hands busy at work peeling acne stickers off the sheets they came on, the colorful stars kissing his cheeks.
his pupils are blown, the bathroom vent humming softly in the echoing walls, watching as you reached behind you to grab tweezers, bringing the evil metal contraption up to his eyebrows.
you were lost in conversation, mouth moving a mile a minute ranting to him like he was one of your girlfriends, debriefing on the latest episode of love island you ‘forced him’ to watch— aka kirishima leaning against the walkway to your living room, standing there pretending like he wasn’t interested in the love triangle unfolding on screen and loudly huffing behind you when the episode ended on a cliff hanger.
he liked to listen to you talk your head off, the way your voice would perk up when you were about to say something wild, how your hands would fly off his face and into the air when you were really starting to get passionate about your strong opinions.
“y’know i love you, right?” he’s interrupting, thick hands gripping the soft curve of your ass through the flimsy cotton of your shorts, pulling you closer to his chest to smell your freshly showered skin.
“wha—yeah! of course, why?” you’re asking, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip, focusing on the black pointy hairs beneath his left eyebrow.
“nothin’,” he’s mumbling, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist, “i just appreciate you, makin’ me look real pretty, aren’t ya?”
giggling, you playfully slap at his chest, “you’re always pretty eiji.”
your laugh makes his heart swell even deep in his sternum, own lips curling into a cheesy grin, “mmm—not as pretty as you though, sweetpea.”
he’s placing a small love tap to the side of you butt, the force strong enough to make you gasp, “eijiro! sit still.”
“can’t help it,” he’s smirking, hand toying with the side of your t-shirt, fingertips grazing the bare skin. “now what were you saying? this weekend we can watch it from the beginning, sit ‘n bed all day if you want.”
now you’re finally kissing him, fingers snapping the headband on his forehead mumbling into his lips, “sounds good.”
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a/n: sos i fell in love w making smaus
chars: k. bakugo, i. midoriya, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. sero
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The Pitt is baby's first fandom for so many people. Wdym I should hate Langdon, because he was stealing pills and treating patients high? I was 9 years old watching Dr House pop 3 stolen Vicodin with a half bottle of Whiskey and then treating the Black Plague. Who am I to judge?
i think women should leave their husbands
despite their assertions ive actually never seen blackpink in my area. why are they lying to me.
"please? it's the only way i can fall asleep." ☆
you can hardly hear choso's words, they're muffled into the crook of your neck, but you can hear the desperation in his tone as clear as day. he always gets like this when he's been away... touchy. horny.
"i'm pretty sure i've seen you sleep standing up like a horse," you grumble, trying (and failing) to push the mass of body weight off you. "we just had sex, cho, i've got enough of you inside me as it is. we don't need to cockwarm."
you aren't wrong, he told you he's been 'saving up' for you, and it wasn't an understatement. he's only been away for a week, but you're almost bloating with what feels like a months worth of unspent cum inside of you. you'd think, if he weren't so insistent about keeping you all to himself, that he was trying to fuck a baby into you.
"even better," he lifts his head and looks down at you, his cock already hard again and pressing against your sore thigh. "i can... plug you up. keep it in."
"very unhygienic. do you know anything about PH?"
"what? i don't use that site anymore. it makes my stomach hurt. feels like cheating."
"no, i mean—" you blink up at your boyfriend. "wait, what?"
"why would i want to watch other people do those things? i'm not a cockholder."
"cuckold, baby."
"i'm not a cuckold."
you can't help the laugh that slips past your lips. it makes choso laugh too, though you're sure he doesn't know why the two of you are laughing.
laughter turns into kisses somehow, as it usually does, and then kisses quickly turn into a wet tongue trailing down the column of your neck. his tongue laves at the juncture of your throat and shoulder, slow and sloppy like it's new skin he's exploring and not the same flesh he's conquered ten times tonight.
"wanna fall asleep inside of you," he pleads. "i'll be so good, i won't move or anything. you'll hardly notice me."
well that's a fucking lie if you've ever heard one. choso is more than big, and has a tendency to force your body to tighten up around him in some twisted biological ploy to keep him inside of you.
still, the idea is appealing. you always find yourself melting into his pleads, especially since he asks so nicely... "fine," you groan. "okay. you can put it back in, but we are going to sleep."
"i promise," he practically moans already pulling one thigh open to fit himself at your entrance. "thank you thank you thank you."
despite having taken him countless times already, you still gasp at the stretch of him pushing inside of you. you wonder if you'll ever get used to it.
he drapes his weight over you once he's buried himself to the hilt and you let out a deep sigh in turn. you can only describe how well he fits inside of you as natural—like every inch of him was moulded to fit your heat without fail.
"see?" he whispers against your jaw, kissing the corner of your mouth before tucking his face back into the crook of your neck. "i could stay like this forever."
and for a little while, he does. he relaxes fully, the only indicator of him still being awake is the sweet hums he lets out as you card your fingers through his hair and scratch gently at his scalp. and, despite his weight on top of you, relaxation takes hold quick, and you find yourself drifting off into the comfortable embrace of slumber.
until he moves, of course. his shoulders tense and his face scrunches up against your neck in obvious frustration.
"don't," you keep your eyes shut beneath him. "don't you dare."
he shifts against you, cock twitching where it’s locked deep inside. "but—"
"choso."
he groans pitifully and lifts his head just enough to look down at you. "i need to move."
"you promised," you crack one eye open to look at the flush decorating his cheeks, visible even in the low light. you try and keep a stern look on your face, but you're already shifting your hips in anticipation. "we need to sleep."
choso's forehead drops down to press against yours. he screws his eyes shut, looking a lot more distraught than need be. "i know, but i..." he swallows hard, and you can feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you, "...i wanna fuck you so bad."
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