omgggggg togame with a breeding kink i 🫣 if he can take care of choji of course he could take care of a baby
hello, anon! first off, holy shit thank you for planting that idea in my brain. togame with a breeding kink is making me THINK THINGS.
" togame didn’t realize he had a breeding kink until you put the offer on the table. now it’s all he wants to do to you. "
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : BREEDING KINK TOGAME TIME HOLY FUUUUCK, slight praise + degradation combo if you squint, fem! reader, mating press, slight choking, reader is kind of a brat but togame can manage, crying over how good it feels, togame’s going feral, togame’s breeder ballz, togame’s horse cock, togame.
you know the drill. MDNI under the cut. if you’re under 18, shoo shoo now please and thank you.
“I kinda want a baby,” you say as your sunk into your plush couch, sounds ranging from 2 second long clips of popular pop songs to ridiculous soundbytes emanate from your phone while you mindlessly scroll through your instagram reels. your eyes don’t meet togame’s but you can just feel him staring at you with eyes larger than saucers.
you feel the couch dipping when he moves to see you clearer. “woah, babe. where’s this all comin’ from?” he purred with a light lilt to his voice, already set to tease you about it. he’s placing his phone down on the coffee table to face you fully on the couch.
you got his attention.
“I mean… you can handle choji right? if you can take care of him, then you can definitely take care of a baby,” you follow suit, placing your phone on top of his on the table, mirroring him as you face him too. “just thought you’d be a great dad and all.”
‘—a great dad…’ he echoes in his mind. that… sounds appealing to him somehow.
“babies don’t beat people up senselessly, do they?” he jokes. it’s his own silly way of lightening up the mood because huh? that was such a serious subject to open up about. but then he’s met with silence and you reaching out to take your phone back from the coffee table.
oh. oh you were serious about it.
he fucked up there.
you feel his larger hand cover yours before you even touch your phone. with a chuckle, his voice lowers into a soft drawn out tone. it’s like he’s cooing at you. “hmm. ‘a baby’ or ‘our baby’, bunny?” a smile ghosts his features, an eyebrow raised at you with his head angled towards you. while he’s waiting for you to cool down (it doesn’t take long), he’s raising your hand to his lips, he presses kisses on the back of it without looking away from you for a second.
he wants you to know he’s serious too. albeit a bit more… eager than he’d hoped he’d seem.
“…you know what i mean, idiot,” you add with a roll of your eyes. pulling your hand away, you effortlessly pivot yourself to straddle his lap on the couch. he lets out a small hum with his large hands squeezing your ass cheeks. you can feel his thumbs digging into your hip bones, guiding you to move on his now hardened cock through his gray sweatpants.
“i wanna hear it from your lips though,” he guides you to circle your hips, earning a soft sigh from him when you wordlessly comply. “let me ask it again,” his thumbs reach into your shirt to rub at the skin of your hips. your hips seem like they got a mind of its own. staring down at your boyfriend, you swear there’s a different type of glow to them.
he already knew what you wanted to do when you placed your phone over his and not beside it.
“you want me to take care of ‘a baby’ or ‘our baby’?” he purrs, feeling you soak through your panties. his sweatpants have two darker spots on them now, right under where you’re grinding and one just above it. already succumbing to the pleasure, you shamelessly, deliciously start grinding harder, your hands behind you and steady on his knees. letting go of your hip, he thumbs your clit while you continue riding him. you let out a yelp.
“hm? well, baby? you just gonna ride me dry and leave me hangin’?”
a beat.
“o-our baby.” you moan, throwing your head back while you continue soaking through your shorts, your panties. “our baby, togame- fuck-“
withdrawing his thumb harshly from your clit, he purrs. “good fucking girl.”
expertly maneuvering you so he could have you underneath him on the couch, his hand yanks your panties so they’re just hanging from your ankle. dipping lower, he presses kisses along your clothed chest and down, down towards your sopping wet pussy. licking and gently biting on your inner thigh, he looks up at you to speak once more. “Imma need you to scream that shit later, alright doll? I want the neighbors to know yer getting a baby put in ya.”
"so we throwin' the condoms away now?" he teases, motioning over to the side of your bed where you leave boxes upon boxes of condoms. you're both on the bed now, clothes haphazardly shed around your apartment. he's prepped you on the couch earlier, eating you out until you were an absolute quivering mess. your thighs are littered with hickies, bites and small crescents from his nails from when you tried to move away -- you were sensitive but he knew you could handle it.
he's hovering over you, staring down at you so lovingly you almost want him to cuddle you instead. his fingers caress your cheek softly and you lean into it, staring back up at him. FUCK. OKAY. gotta keep your head in the game.
you're trying to get bred and your boyfriend is more than willing to do so.
"just shut up and fuck a baby into me already-" you groan, hooking your legs over his waist to pull him closer to you. he's painfully hard right now and he so desperately needs that hot wet warmth envelop him but.. what's this? attitude when he's giving you what you want?
he knows your little game. he's gonna play into it like the great boyfriend that he is.
"okaaay, okay. jesus, baby. tryna let me fuck that attitude outta ya?" his hand ghosts along your neck, caressing it before giving it a light squeeze. your smaller hand caresses his forearm.
"should I just get up and leave?" you add, squeezing his forearm, making him squeeze just a bit harder. "I said what I said."
he huffs when he feels your ankles digging into his lower back. "bossy," reaching down, he pumps his cock a few times before painting the pre on your folds. he's licking his lips now, loving the slick that's coating his thick, mushroom tip. "but that's why I fell in love with you." dripping lube onto your pussy and his tip now, he moves.
no prep, no easing in, no whispered assurances. he's fully sheathed inside of you now; he's curved upwards and to the right so he's definitely, definitely pressing up against the spongey part, moving slightly just to caress it from the inside. his pubes pressing tightly against your core as he stills for a brief moment, breathing in through his teeth with a 'hsssss'. "hhhaaa-! god, you feel so good-" gripping your hips and guiding you to place your legs on the insides of his elbows, leaning closer to you, pressing deeper.. deeper. "i think i'm boutta bust-", he's managed to sneak another teasing jab at you before you slap his chest with a soft thud.
"don't you fucking da-Aah~!" you attempt to nag him before he has you folded into the mattress, held into a mating press with his larger and steady frame. his thick member fucks into you and you yelp, digging your nails into his shoulders. you're sensitive, extremely so. after cumming on his tongue thrice earlier, how couldn't you be? y
ou can feel his balls slapping against your ass. "s-good!!!!" your voice goes unheard, already cock drunk while your lover's fully concentrated on give you what the both of you so desperately want. he doesn't respond. he's moving so harshly the bed shakes and creaks. the headboard rhythmically bumping against the wall above you. his thrusts are far from how he usually fucks you though. it's like he's a different demon now.
it's like he's on a mission.
of course he is. he's out to breed you, remember?
with every thrust, every roll of his hips, you can feel he's been holding this back. how he never asked to take you without a condom on, always waiting for you to speak up first. he's savoring it. sweat drips from his curly black hair and down to your chest, naked bodies writhing on the clean sheets of your bed.
it'll no longer be clean when he's done with you.
"i fuckin' love you," he mumbles against your neck, licking a line up to your ear and he whispers hotly, "i love fuckin' you. yer cunt's droolin' fer me, bunny. want that baby so badly?" his voice grows hot against your neck but then you feel his hand snake between the both of you, pinching and rubbing your clit until you're tightening around him even more. "ye-yes," you whimper quietly, meeting his emerald eyes before he rubs faster, FASTER. "remember what I asked, sweetie? i need you to scream. need the neighbors t'hear y--" "fuck-yes!! put a baby in me togame please, oh fucking PLEASE..!!" you scream and beg, earning a satisfied togame.
"that's my girl," he coos, rubbing your clit and thrusting into you deeper and harder, his fat tip pressing kisses on your cervix.
with the mixed sensation of your pussy clenching around him and his throbbing length buried inside you, he feels like he's about to-
"c-cum.. I'm gonna fuckin' cum. where d'ya want me, baby?" he says between thrusts. he stops rubbing your clit for a moment to spit on his hand to rub you again. "fuckin' scream for me."
"inside! cum inside me please!" you do as you're told. he's rolling your clit between his thumb and forefinger to coax out another reaction from you. his eyes never leaving your sweating and writhing form.
"l-look at me when I'm cumming-filling this tight pussy up-- put that baby in y-" his thrusts grow sharper, sloppier, you keep your eyes trained onto him, digging your nails into his shoulders.
"sh-it!! I love you-uughh!" a groan escapes his lips as he fills you for the first time. his hand stills on your clit while he's steadily sheathed inside you, spilling and throbbing. the warmth is addicting. you follow suit, squirting and tightening around his thick length, back arching from the bed. you tremble underneath him while you both come down from your high.
with a sigh, he barely holds his weight up on his elbows, hovering over you. he leans down to press a loving, sweaty kiss on your lips though.
"happy?" he asks, still breathless.
the brightest of smiles paint your lips before you respond.
"let's do that again."
"idiot."
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a/n: hhehegreehhehe togame. send tweet.
tysvm for reading through this and extra tysvm for anon ;v;
p.s: landlord fucking hates you and togame btw lol constant noise complaint after noise complaint. iykyk.
enjin’s so fucking obsessed with fucking you full. — cw ; multiple rounds, dirty talk, breeding kink, masked sex, very very mild dubcon, enjin being enjin, MATING PRESS GANG
enjin had you bent over the edge of the couch in his private rooms. one tattooed arm wrapped around your waist, the other gripping your hip so tight you’d be for sure wearing the bruise of his hand for days. the radio blared quietly in the background - not that you could focus on anything coming from it. not even earlier when you pretended to hang out and listen until his lips found yours.
everything spiraled from there, and here you were now.
“fuck,” he groaned against your shoulder, his voice thick with want, “you don’t even know what you do to me, baby. the second you walked in wearing that little outfit? i knew i wasn’t gonna let you leave without filling you up.”
his words were filth wrapped in adoration. his hips slammed into yours from behind, the wet sound of your bodies colliding echoing in the dark room, rhythmic and obscene. he was so deep it made you dizzy. his cock dragged over every sensitive spot, every thrust claiming you, making you tremble.
“enjin,” you whined, gasping when he hit that perfect angle again. “too much—”
“too much?” he rasped darkly, breath ragged. “no baby. thats barely enough. gotta make sure it takes.”
he pulled out and groaned at the sight of your creamy cunt. a few times he slapped his swollen tip against your entrance, smearing his precum up and down your slit. then he slid back in so torturously slow that you could feel every inch and vein.
“y’know i think about it all the time,” he murmured against your spine. “how pretty you’d look knocked up. stuffed full of me. round with my baby. fuck.”
your moan was broken and high pitched when he shifted you. a moment later you were on your back, legs thrown over his shoulder, and his weight pressed you deeply into the cushions of the couch.
the mating press - his favorite.
yours too, because he always got so deep like this. his thick cock bullied your cunt like it belonged there. he was carving a home in you, and it turned you on. so fucking much.
“this is where you’re meant to be,” he said against your mouth shakingly. “under me like this, letting me fuck you full. you’re gonna take all of it, okay? gonna let me make you mine.”
“yes enjin. yours. mmm. you’re mine too,” you nodded, dazed and breathless.
your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you. his pace was so brutal and desperate at the same time. he was losing control. so close, you could feel it in the way his thrusts started to falter.
“gonna cum,” he warned. “where do you want it?”
“inside,” you whimpered. “please, please inside—”
that was all it took.
he growled your name and slammed into you with one final thrust. his cock twitched hard, throbbed, as he spilled deep inside your quivering cunt. warm wetness bloomed where you were already stretched and stuffed.
enjin didn’t stop moving. even while orgasming he rutted into you, grinding it in while his big hands kept your hips pinned down.
“just like that,” he whispered hoarsely. “fuck, take it. take all of it. gonna give you everything, baby. gonna keep going until you’re full.”
when he finally let your legs down he didn’t pull out right away. he kept himself buried inside you, chest to chest, golden eyes soft but still blown with lingering lust. you felt so safe there, wrapped up in his arms, flushed and fucked out and owned.
“you okay?” he asked, brushing sweaty hair from your face.
“yeah,” you whispered, “but i don’t think i can walk.”
he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “that’s fine. i wasn’t planning on letting you get up anyway. not until i’m sure you’re bred.”
you let out a giggle as he lifted you up. legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he carried you to his bed where you fell asleep, with you warming his cock the whole night.
or, so you thought.
your thighs were shaking as you slid out from beneath him in bed. the sheets were damp, your body slick with sweat and your inner thighs coated with the sticky mess he’d left in you. you winced as your core clenched involuntarily, still tender and full. you needed to pee. needed to clean up. every step to the bathroom left a drip down your thigh and all you could think was how much he’d given you. he always came a lot, but this time had been something else.
lately he had been more possessive than usual.
the rooms were dark and silent as you got to the bathroom. you didn’t bother with the light as you shuffled over to the toilet, but before you could sit down —
a presence.
you froze, an involuntarily scream tore from you. followed by an arm that snatched around your waist from behind, a hand covering your mouth before the sound could leave your throat. your wide eyes locked on the reflection in the mirror.
enjin stood behind you - tall, bare-chested - and wearing his fucking mask.
“‘jin—what the fuck—” came out muffled behind his palm.
“where do you think you’re going?” he growled in your ear, voice distorted and low beneath the mask. “you think i fucked you full just to let it leak out in the toilet?”
he bent you over the sink before you could answer. his hand yanked your hips back and you felt him already hard again, hot and angry against your ass.
“no. wait, please—” you gasped.
he shoved back inside you in one brutal thrust. you choked on the intrusion, nails scraping the edge of the porcelain sink as your eyes rolled. he didn’t give you time to adjust. just started slamming into you, his hips pistoning like a man possessed.
“you’re gonna hold it,” he hissed through the mask. “gonna keep it. i worked too damn hard filling you up, baby. you’re not wasting a drop.”
your mouth fell open, drool slipping down your chin as the pain-mixed-pleasure washed over you. his rhythm was cruel, merciless with sharp snaps of his hips that hit deep. his grip bruising your hips, fucking into you so hard the mirror rattled. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small bathroom, vulgar and raw. you could barely stand it.
“i love seeing you like this,” he hissed. “trying so hard to stay quiet while i ruin you. you scream, you wake the other cleaners.”
your legs buckled. your body shook. and when you came, it was messy and feral and devastating. you moaned behind his hand. no, you were crying, overstimulated and helpless. your pussy clenched around him as he kept fucking you through it. he groaned, hips stuttering, and you felt it again. hot spurts deep inside, mixing with the first load, making a mess of your insides all over again.
he didn’t let go until you were trembling and limp in his arms, forehead pressed to the mirror, mascara smudged, lips bitten red.
“you’re not cleaning up,” he whispered darkly, removing his mask just enough to kiss your shoulder. “you’re going back to bed like this. plugged up. dripping full. mine.”
he carried you there like you were breakable glass, even though five minutes ago, he nearly shattered you against that sink. you were absolutely boneless, babbling nonsense as he tugged you back in and made sure you didn’t leave the bed again.
the next morning you wake up to the smell of breakfast. you hear plates clinking and the soft hum of enjin whistling some random melody.
you shifted in bed, sore between your thighs and your body aching in that deeply satisfying way. but you also felt the tinge of overuse, the dull throb that told you last night’s bathroom session hadn’t exactly been…gentle. it had been hot. so fucking hot. but now?
“babe?” came a soft voice from the doorway.
you turned your head and there he was. shirtless, hair a fluffy, chaotic mess, carrying a tray with some bread, chocolate cream and two mugs of coffee. his eyes met yours and immediately dropped.
“oh fuck,” he mumbled. “you’re limping, aren’t ya?”
you laughed. “only a little.”
he looked wrecked. not in the sexy, post-sex way, but in the i’ve been pacing the hallways thinking about how hard i railed you while wearing a mask way.
“i’m so sorry,” he said, walking over and setting the tray on the nightstand. “i didn’t mean to get so rough. i saw you leaving the bed, and i… i just snapped. you were leaking and i thought—fuck, i just got this thing in my head and i didn’t stop to ask if—”
you silenced him with a kiss. “it’s okay, enjin,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “you were hot. a little crazy, but hot. i liked it.”
he let out a relieved sigh and kissed your knuckles. “i just wanted to take care of you this morning. thought i’d make breakfast, rub your legs, maybe beg for forgiveness if you were still mad…”
you grinned, slowly sliding the sheet down your body, revealing the curve of your hips, bare and inviting. his eyes locked onto your skin like it owed him money.
“well,” you murmured sweetly, “since you’re already being such a good boyfriend…”
he blinked at you.
“hey, babe?”
his breath hitched. “yeah?”
you leaned in closer, brushing your lips along his jaw. “three times is the charm.”
his brain short-circuited. you didn’t have to ask again. he set the tray aside, climbed onto the bed and hovered above you. his expression a soft mixture of reverence and hunger. this wasn’t the man from last night. this was your enjin, all warm, sweet, heart pounding with love and cock already hard between your thighs.
he guided himself to your entrance and slid in slowly while he kissed your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids. your leg curled around his waist, the other over his shoulder. the mating press wasn’t brutal this time. it was tender and deep. his body pressed you down into the mattress, hips rolling with slow, reverent purpose.
“still full of me,” he whispered, watching your face as he moved. “but i wanna give you more. want you to feel how much i love you.”
you whimpered. one arm wrapped around his neck, lips meeting his again and again. his pace never quickened. he gave you long, dragging strokes that had your toes curling and your heart clenching. he kissed your tears when they came, overwhelmed and overstimulated in the best way. his praise was quiet and endless.
“you’re perfect.”
“you take me so well.”
“this is where you belong. right here. with me.”
when he came, it was with a shaky moan and a broken “i love you,” and you felt it pulse deep inside - warm and full, just like his heart.
he didn’t move for a long time. he just held you, buried in you, murmuring promises into your skin.
and later, when he finally pulled out and brought you your now-cold breakfast, he fed you bites by hand, grinning when you moaned for syrup like it was foreplay. you were still sore. still dripping. still his. but damn if the third time wasn’t the charm.
𑣲 katsuki apologizing while still inside ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
katsuki was positioned completely on top, gently pinning her hands above her head with his fingers intertwined with hers. he raised his head from her neck, locking his gaze deeply with hers.
"you still mad at me?" his usual explosive voice dropped into a quiet rasp. her breathing was uneven, chest heaving softly against his.
"a bit.." she whispered breathlessly. a flicker of genuine regret softened his expression—he leaned down, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
"didn't mean to, baby.." he truly meant it, looking down at her with raw vulnerability.
"had a long week. y'know how i can get sometimes, and m'sorry." hearing the genuine remorse in his tone made her remaining anger vanish, but the physical reality of their current position made it incredibly difficult to think straight, let alone talk.
"katsuki, do we have to talk about it now?" she emphasized, as his cock stayed deep and completely hard inside her.
his eyes were warm, even as a smirk tugged at his mouth—clearly amused by her breathy distraction. pressing his forehead against hers, he gave her pinned hands a gentle, tightening squeeze.
"yeah." he murmured against her lips, teasing her with a slow twitch of his hips. "we do. i can multitask."
he kissed her softly to catch her breath before drawing his hips back and driving right back in with a deep, unhurried stroke that made her back arch off the mattress.
a moan spilled from her lips as her fingers tried to curl into his, though he kept her hands firmly pinned against the pillow.
"fucking missed you." he groaned, setting a deep pace that maximized every bit of friction until she was trembling beneath him. "spent the whole week out of my mind because we left things messed up."
another deep, heavy push pulled a breathless whimper from her. katsuki caught the sound with his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her again. his eyes were dark and intense—entirely consumed by her.
"i get in my head." he went on, his hips moving forward in a steady rhythm as his words vibrated against her chest. "get pissed off at work, take it home.. shouldn't have shut you out. look at me, y/n."
she forced her eyes open, blinking through the haze of pleasure as he hit a spot that made her whine. "m'listening.." she whispered, her voice strained as she tried to handle the overwhelming depth of each slow stroke he delivered.
"yeah.." he muttered, his expression softening with possessive warmth as he continued to murmur between deep, perfect thrusts. "nowhere else i'd rather be. we're fixing this. right here."
enjin’s so fucking obsessed with fucking you full. — cw ; multiple rounds, dirty talk, breeding kink, masked sex, very very mild dubcon, enjin being enjin, MATING PRESS GANG
enjin had you bent over the edge of the couch in his private rooms. one tattooed arm wrapped around your waist, the other gripping your hip so tight you’d be for sure wearing the bruise of his hand for days. the radio blared quietly in the background - not that you could focus on anything coming from it. not even earlier when you pretended to hang out and listen until his lips found yours.
everything spiraled from there, and here you were now.
“fuck,” he groaned against your shoulder, his voice thick with want, “you don’t even know what you do to me, baby. the second you walked in wearing that little outfit? i knew i wasn’t gonna let you leave without filling you up.”
his words were filth wrapped in adoration. his hips slammed into yours from behind, the wet sound of your bodies colliding echoing in the dark room, rhythmic and obscene. he was so deep it made you dizzy. his cock dragged over every sensitive spot, every thrust claiming you, making you tremble.
“enjin,” you whined, gasping when he hit that perfect angle again. “too much—”
“too much?” he rasped darkly, breath ragged. “no baby. thats barely enough. gotta make sure it takes.”
he pulled out and groaned at the sight of your creamy cunt. a few times he slapped his swollen tip against your entrance, smearing his precum up and down your slit. then he slid back in so torturously slow that you could feel every inch and vein.
“y’know i think about it all the time,” he murmured against your spine. “how pretty you’d look knocked up. stuffed full of me. round with my baby. fuck.”
your moan was broken and high pitched when he shifted you. a moment later you were on your back, legs thrown over his shoulder, and his weight pressed you deeply into the cushions of the couch.
the mating press - his favorite.
yours too, because he always got so deep like this. his thick cock bullied your cunt like it belonged there. he was carving a home in you, and it turned you on. so fucking much.
“this is where you’re meant to be,” he said against your mouth shakingly. “under me like this, letting me fuck you full. you’re gonna take all of it, okay? gonna let me make you mine.”
“yes enjin. yours. mmm. you’re mine too,” you nodded, dazed and breathless.
your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you. his pace was so brutal and desperate at the same time. he was losing control. so close, you could feel it in the way his thrusts started to falter.
“gonna cum,” he warned. “where do you want it?”
“inside,” you whimpered. “please, please inside—”
that was all it took.
he growled your name and slammed into you with one final thrust. his cock twitched hard, throbbed, as he spilled deep inside your quivering cunt. warm wetness bloomed where you were already stretched and stuffed.
enjin didn’t stop moving. even while orgasming he rutted into you, grinding it in while his big hands kept your hips pinned down.
“just like that,” he whispered hoarsely. “fuck, take it. take all of it. gonna give you everything, baby. gonna keep going until you’re full.”
when he finally let your legs down he didn’t pull out right away. he kept himself buried inside you, chest to chest, golden eyes soft but still blown with lingering lust. you felt so safe there, wrapped up in his arms, flushed and fucked out and owned.
“you okay?” he asked, brushing sweaty hair from your face.
“yeah,” you whispered, “but i don’t think i can walk.”
he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “that’s fine. i wasn’t planning on letting you get up anyway. not until i’m sure you’re bred.”
you let out a giggle as he lifted you up. legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he carried you to his bed where you fell asleep, with you warming his cock the whole night.
or, so you thought.
your thighs were shaking as you slid out from beneath him in bed. the sheets were damp, your body slick with sweat and your inner thighs coated with the sticky mess he’d left in you. you winced as your core clenched involuntarily, still tender and full. you needed to pee. needed to clean up. every step to the bathroom left a drip down your thigh and all you could think was how much he’d given you. he always came a lot, but this time had been something else.
lately he had been more possessive than usual.
the rooms were dark and silent as you got to the bathroom. you didn’t bother with the light as you shuffled over to the toilet, but before you could sit down —
a presence.
you froze, an involuntarily scream tore from you. followed by an arm that snatched around your waist from behind, a hand covering your mouth before the sound could leave your throat. your wide eyes locked on the reflection in the mirror.
enjin stood behind you - tall, bare-chested - and wearing his fucking mask.
“‘jin—what the fuck—” came out muffled behind his palm.
“where do you think you’re going?” he growled in your ear, voice distorted and low beneath the mask. “you think i fucked you full just to let it leak out in the toilet?”
he bent you over the sink before you could answer. his hand yanked your hips back and you felt him already hard again, hot and angry against your ass.
“no. wait, please—” you gasped.
he shoved back inside you in one brutal thrust. you choked on the intrusion, nails scraping the edge of the porcelain sink as your eyes rolled. he didn’t give you time to adjust. just started slamming into you, his hips pistoning like a man possessed.
“you’re gonna hold it,” he hissed through the mask. “gonna keep it. i worked too damn hard filling you up, baby. you’re not wasting a drop.”
your mouth fell open, drool slipping down your chin as the pain-mixed-pleasure washed over you. his rhythm was cruel, merciless with sharp snaps of his hips that hit deep. his grip bruising your hips, fucking into you so hard the mirror rattled. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small bathroom, vulgar and raw. you could barely stand it.
“i love seeing you like this,” he hissed. “trying so hard to stay quiet while i ruin you. you scream, you wake the other cleaners.”
your legs buckled. your body shook. and when you came, it was messy and feral and devastating. you moaned behind his hand. no, you were crying, overstimulated and helpless. your pussy clenched around him as he kept fucking you through it. he groaned, hips stuttering, and you felt it again. hot spurts deep inside, mixing with the first load, making a mess of your insides all over again.
he didn’t let go until you were trembling and limp in his arms, forehead pressed to the mirror, mascara smudged, lips bitten red.
“you’re not cleaning up,” he whispered darkly, removing his mask just enough to kiss your shoulder. “you’re going back to bed like this. plugged up. dripping full. mine.”
he carried you there like you were breakable glass, even though five minutes ago, he nearly shattered you against that sink. you were absolutely boneless, babbling nonsense as he tugged you back in and made sure you didn’t leave the bed again.
the next morning you wake up to the smell of breakfast. you hear plates clinking and the soft hum of enjin whistling some random melody.
you shifted in bed, sore between your thighs and your body aching in that deeply satisfying way. but you also felt the tinge of overuse, the dull throb that told you last night’s bathroom session hadn’t exactly been…gentle. it had been hot. so fucking hot. but now?
“babe?” came a soft voice from the doorway.
you turned your head and there he was. shirtless, hair a fluffy, chaotic mess, carrying a tray with some bread, chocolate cream and two mugs of coffee. his eyes met yours and immediately dropped.
“oh fuck,” he mumbled. “you’re limping, aren’t ya?”
you laughed. “only a little.”
he looked wrecked. not in the sexy, post-sex way, but in the i’ve been pacing the hallways thinking about how hard i railed you while wearing a mask way.
“i’m so sorry,” he said, walking over and setting the tray on the nightstand. “i didn’t mean to get so rough. i saw you leaving the bed, and i… i just snapped. you were leaking and i thought—fuck, i just got this thing in my head and i didn’t stop to ask if—”
you silenced him with a kiss. “it’s okay, enjin,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “you were hot. a little crazy, but hot. i liked it.”
he let out a relieved sigh and kissed your knuckles. “i just wanted to take care of you this morning. thought i’d make breakfast, rub your legs, maybe beg for forgiveness if you were still mad…”
you grinned, slowly sliding the sheet down your body, revealing the curve of your hips, bare and inviting. his eyes locked onto your skin like it owed him money.
“well,” you murmured sweetly, “since you’re already being such a good boyfriend…”
he blinked at you.
“hey, babe?”
his breath hitched. “yeah?”
you leaned in closer, brushing your lips along his jaw. “three times is the charm.”
his brain short-circuited. you didn’t have to ask again. he set the tray aside, climbed onto the bed and hovered above you. his expression a soft mixture of reverence and hunger. this wasn’t the man from last night. this was your enjin, all warm, sweet, heart pounding with love and cock already hard between your thighs.
he guided himself to your entrance and slid in slowly while he kissed your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids. your leg curled around his waist, the other over his shoulder. the mating press wasn’t brutal this time. it was tender and deep. his body pressed you down into the mattress, hips rolling with slow, reverent purpose.
“still full of me,” he whispered, watching your face as he moved. “but i wanna give you more. want you to feel how much i love you.”
you whimpered. one arm wrapped around his neck, lips meeting his again and again. his pace never quickened. he gave you long, dragging strokes that had your toes curling and your heart clenching. he kissed your tears when they came, overwhelmed and overstimulated in the best way. his praise was quiet and endless.
“you’re perfect.”
“you take me so well.”
“this is where you belong. right here. with me.”
when he came, it was with a shaky moan and a broken “i love you,” and you felt it pulse deep inside - warm and full, just like his heart.
he didn’t move for a long time. he just held you, buried in you, murmuring promises into your skin.
and later, when he finally pulled out and brought you your now-cold breakfast, he fed you bites by hand, grinning when you moaned for syrup like it was foreplay. you were still sore. still dripping. still his. but damn if the third time wasn’t the charm.
You knew all too well how dangerous it was to cross over the border into Shishitoren territory. You'd heard enough stories from the boys of Furin to know what a terrible, terrible idea it was. But the Furin jacket that you wore was like a protective shield around you, giving you the confidence to push the boundaries— and somehow you didn't think that you would run in to the number two in command, Togame Jou.
Thank you to @zorosprincess for the request. I had a lot of fun writing this one.
The sun still burns bright as the sky changes from blue to a mix of yellow and orange, casting a majestic glow over the town as it nears sunset. You turn the corner as you step beneath the bridge at the edge of town, wrapping your jacket a little tighter around you as the breeze from the alley licks at your exposed thighs.
“You lost, little lamb?” You hear a voice as you stand by the illuminated vending machine, turning around to see Togame standing before you. His hands were shoved into his Shishitoren jacket and colourful lenses sat on the bridge of his nose, disguising his true intentions.
“You can’t be wearing those colours on this side.” Togame looked down at the Furin jacket you were wearing over your pretty sundress with disgust, “Your little Furin boyfriend should’a told you that.”
He approached like a lion honing in on its kill, ravenous and desperate to feast as he backed you into a corner like skittish prey. Your back met rough brick as he towered over you, sandals clinking against the uneven cobbles before he leaned down to catch your gaze.
Everyone knew if Furin stepped onto Shishitoren territory they were fair game— and that rule extended to you too.
“You know about the pact, sweetheart.” He murmured, warm breath fanning against your face as you looked up at him like a terrified sheep who had just walked into a lion’s den.
“So I’ll just be going then.” You tried to steady your words like Kaji had taught you, so no one would know that you were scared. But how couldn’t you be frightened as Togame Jou gazed down at you through tinted sunglasses as though he wanted to devour you whole.
With confidence in your actions, you decided to move, sweaty palms pushed yourself away from the wall as you began to make your leave. Slipping around Togame as you tried to speed up, pretty sandals sounding against stone, but it was no match for him.
“Hey, hey,” He reached out to stop you, a muscular arm weaving around your shoulders as he pulled you towards him. Your back pressed firm against his chest as his lips brushed the shell of your ear, “What’s the rush, sweetheart?”
He inhaled deeply, breathing in the saccharine scent of you as he tightened his grip with silent possession, “You already broke the rule, and it's not like you can take it back. So we might as well make the most of it hm?”
He reached up with his free hand to grab your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head in his direction as his lips hovered over yours. His warm breath stroked your skin as you found yourself leaning into his touch.
“And it’s not like I can just send you on your way back without punishment—” He cooed, “What kind of image would that set for your little Furin boys.”
Togame squeezed your cheeks together as your lips curled into a pout, leaning forward to press an uncharacteristically soft, lingering kiss against them. He spoke so slowly, and articulately it had your cunt betraying your mind as your hole clenched around nothing.
“I think I’ll have to make an example of you,” Togame continued, one of his large palms moved to cup your breast beneath the pretty sundress you were wearing. Moulding it beneath splayed fingers as he dipped into the plush of it, dragging a pretty whine from between your parted lips, “So they all know not to mess with Shisitoren.”
The thin strip of no man’s land between Shishitoren and Furin turf seemed to be the only safe place for miles, and yet somehow you’d decided to slip a toe over the line to find yourself being looked at as prey.
“You understand, don’t you sweetheart?” He continued, hands bunched into his jacket pockets as he sauntered closer. The clack of his sandals against the ground echoed through the air, “It ain’t personal.”
You found it hard to believe. The gang warfare between Shishitoren and Furin seemed to be deep-rooted in hatred, woven from years of deflecting members and infiltration. The latter had built huge distrust on both sides, and it wasn’t peculiar for Togame to think that Furin might stoop as low as sending in a pretty piece of skirt to try and bridge the divide.
“So, I’ll just be leaving then.” You watched as he pulled his sunglasses up to settle on top of his messy black hair, revealing emerald eyes that helped you try to gauge his reaction as you watched his cheeks curl into a grin.
“Ah, now you see I can’t let you do that,” Togame tutted, “You ain’t supposed to be on this side of town, so you can’t just say sorry and be on your way—”
“I’ll go back to the right side,” You smiled, “No one needs to know.”
“But what if you get lost leavin'?” He sneered, his chapped lips grazing the shell of your ear as you felt your breath hitch in your throat, “Ain’t no telling what kinda sick, nasty creeps could be out looking for a pretty little Furin princess.”
“It’s lucky I found you, huh? If it had been Choji it would've been way worse,” He cooed leaning down towards you, “Although, I guess that could make you think it’s okay—”
“Please,” You whimpered when you felt his hands slip lower, dragging down from your hips to smooth over your skirt, fingertips dancing beneath the hem as he brushed the naked skin on your thighs, “No one needs to know.”
“You gonna keep this our dirty little secret?” He snorted, dragging his knuckles along your inner thighs as your skirt began to bunch at his wrists, almost leaving you exposed you decided to follow pure instinct as you moved to leave, "You know I can't let you do that— because where would we be without rules?"
Your body jerked to the side to try and slip beneath his arms, but Togame was quicker. There was a reason that Choji had picked him as his number two in command, and it wasn’t just the fact that they were friends. He was a fierce fighter, with sharp reflexes, his hands were quick to subdue you. Curling around your middle as he pulled you back towards him, forcing your chest against the wall as you thrashed in his arms, teeth bared as he pressed his cheek against yours and your face smashed against the wall.
“Now where do you think you’re going?” He sneered, “I thought we were getting along.”
You gasped as he pressed the full length of his body against yours, his bulge pressed against the small of your back as he nuzzled your cheek.
“I was being so nice considering you’re the one breaking the rules.” Togame sighed wistfully, “And you had to go and ruin it.”
He was far rougher this time, his hands sliding down your body to hike your skirt up around your waist. The sudden movement had your breath hitching in your throat as you felt the cool evening air hit your exposed skin.
“You always wear these slutty panties, sweetheart?” He scoffed, “I bet this is the real reason you crossed into our territory huh?”
“W-what?” You gasped in shock at the insinuation, eyes wide.
“You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?”
“No, I would never,” You choked back a sob, feeling it lodge at the back of your throat as you tried to blink back the tears that threatened to spill from your waterline, "It was an accident, I promise."
Togame’s fingers slipped between your thighs to stroke against the satin, gliding across the fabric as he pressed against your crotch. His lips curled into a satisfied grin at how wet you felt beneath his fingers, pressing down on your slit as he felt you writhe into his touch as your body sought more friction.
“You’re awful wet for someone begging to leave.” Togame grins as the calloused pads of his fingers brush through your folds, feeling your wetness stick to his fingers as he deliberately strokes against your clit. The sudden movement has your hips jerking roughly as you accidentally press yourself against the bulge beneath his sweats, "You sure it was an accident?"
He’s rough when he curls his fingers in your panties, tugging them down your hips as they begin to fall when they reach your knees, exposing your slit completely as he holds a cheek to spread you open for him, whistling lowly as he takes in just how wet and puffy you are for him.
“Furin girls really have got such pretty pussies, huh?” He coos, his tone steeped in jealousy, “No wonder they’re all so protective of you."
You hear Togame shuffle behind you as he eases his sweats down just enough to free his aching cock, the length hot and heavy in his palm as he gives himself a solid pump. Twisting his palm over the head to smear his pre along it before taking hold at the base, easing his hips forward as he brushes the swollen tip through your messy folds.
He groaned when he felt the blunt head collide with your fluttering entrance, catching against it before pulling back. Almost slipping inside over and over as you found yourself spreading your thighs further apart to give him more space, pressing yourself back on his cock as you coaxed him in.
“Fuck,” Togame groaned as he rut his hips forward, feeling your cunt pulse against him as his swollen tip nudged your clit instead, causing you to cry out as you flailed against him in a debauched mess for him.
His grip on your ass became harsher as his calloused fingers made the supple flesh divot beneath them, prising you open for him as he leaned back to direct himself inside your velvety walls. Groaning at the way your cunt immediately began to throb and clench around him when he met the first ring of muscle as you tried to pull him deeper, feeling the ache of the stretch begin to flow through you. Your body betrayed you as your cunt drooled with slick, more than wet enough to take every inch of him with minimal prep as he felt you engulf him.
“Actin’ real slutty for someone that doesn’t want it.” He cooed, giving an experimental rut of his hips as your cunt eagerly took more of him in, your warmth engulfing him whole as he bottomed out. His heady balls were snug against your clit as he stilled for a moment to cherish the way your walls squeezed him, accommodating to his size as you whimpered softly.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” Togame drawled as he began to pull himself from your heat, unsheathing his cock as he shamelessly looked down to see the messy sheen you’d left against him, “Takin’ me so well.”
You don’t expect him to be so rough when he properly thrusts inside you for the first time, stealing the air from your lungs as he gives you everything with a husky grunt. Forcing your body harder against the rough brick as you cry out, louder than intended as his lips graze your ear.
“Better be quiet unless you want someone to hear,” He sneers, chuckling when you do the opposite when he gives another harsh thrust, “Is that so? You want people to hear you being fucked on Shishitoren cock? What would Umemiya say?”
Your face scrapes against the brick from the ferocity of his movements, before you have a chance to brace your hands to prevent it. But the pain is surpassed by the way his cock bullies its way deeper, his blunt tip carving you into the shape of him while he presses himself deep against your cervix.
Togame makes it difficult to think, as all you can do is stand there and take everything he forces upon you as he maintains a deliberately slow, rough pace. As though you’re not both standing out in the open— where anyone could happen upon you and catch you in such a precarious position and the thought has your cunt clenching deliberately around his cock as you try to decide whether that would make things better or worse.
“Oh?” He feels the pressure as his lips press against the shell of your ear, “You like that, huh? You like being fucked by Shishitoren cock?”
You found yourself submitting to him, resigning control as you let all the pent-up tension that had ebbed away at you go. The incessant pleasure coursing through your veins was beginning to consume you whole as Togame pulled the reigns, watching as you allowed yourself to give into your most sinful desires.
“Bet those Furin boys don’t make you feel this good, do they?” He continues driving his hips forward, the crude sound of skin against skin echoing in the desolate alley, “Gonna have you wandering back into ‘toren territory more often.”
Togame felt your body begin to shake from the pleasure that sought to consume you whole, his tongue stroked against the shell of your ear as he smoothed his palms along your sides. Moving forward as he changed the angle slightly before pressing his lips to your parted ones, your jaw hanging open as silent gasps racked through your body. Your head moving in tandem with his thrusts as he fucked into you hard.
"You gonna tell me who's jacket this is, or do I have to keep guessing?" There was a fierce snarl behind his tone that sent shockwaves directly to your clit.
You couldn’t speak, even if you had wanted to. The only sounds that left your lips were debauched whimpers and whines as he used you for his pleasure. Hot, wet tears began to prickle at your waterline. Clumping into your thick lashes before trickling down your cheeks, leaving messy lines of mascara in their wake.
“Aww, you cryin’?” Togame cooed, but there was no sincerity in his tone as he nosed one of the tear stains that marked your cheeks.
“I wonder what they’d say if they found out their pretty little Furin girl was being split open on my cock?” Togame pressed, his hand slipping around your body to press against the top of your mound, slender fingers seeking out your puffy clit, “You gonna tell them how much you liked it?”
“Answer me.”
“I— W-what?” You’re breathless, trying to remember the basic human need to function as he drives into you with precision, his hips knock persistently against the swell of your ass and certain to leave bruises as you bite back another whine.
“You gonna let Sakura know what his pretty little princess was doing on Shishitoren turf?”
“No— I wouldn’t, I won’t—”
“What do you think they’ll say when I send you back to Furin fucked into the shape of my cock with my cum spilling down your thighs?” He snorted, “And you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”
You mewled at his question, your cunt answering for you as it clenched around him hard. The sensation had Togame grinning against your cheek as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, keeping his rough pace as all you could do was stand there and take it. Your thighs shook from the awkward position as they threatened to give way, not that it would matter when you were pinned between the wall and Togame, completely at his mercy.
He made it difficult to think, consumed with pleasure as Togame fucked himself into your pliant hole. Battering your insides with each churn of his hips that drew more sultry noises from the back of your throat. Reaching one of his palms up to press it against your mouth as his lips moved back to press against your ear, feeling the same smug grin on his face as he tried to silence you.
“As much as I love all the pretty sounds you’re makin’ sweetheart, I ain’t someone who shares.” His voice held a predatory husk as he began to curl his hips, deliberately dragging the underside of his cock against the same spot inside you that would have you coming undone hard and fast as he sought to feel you cum on his cock, “Keep it down.”
You couldn’t, even if you tried. The thought of being caught horrified you, but the feeling of his cock dragging against your velvety walls so deliciously has you lightheaded, making it impossible to think as all you could do was stand there and take everything he had to give.
It was embarrassing how much you were enjoying this. Practically humiliated as you let the second in command of Shishitoren use you how he pleased, your body responding to him as your cunt continued to drool around his cock. Leaving creamy rings of slick around the base of him that matted into his pubic hair and smeared against your ass with every thrust.
Togame reached up to palm one of your tits above your sundress, kneading the supple skin as you cried out for him. Smirking at your reaction as he pushed the material down before watching your tits spill free, grabbing a handful as his fingers dipped into the plush of them. Leaning down to mouth at your neck, biting at the supple skin just beneath your pulse point before sucking hard, fully intent on leaving his mark.
“Don’t leave any marks.” You whimpered, feeling his fingers twist your taut nipples as you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“I think it might be too late for that—” Exhaling in satisfaction when he pulled back to admire his work, a dark patch beginning to bloom against your skin as he nosed the back of your ear, “They’ll all get to see what a slut you are.”
You tried to splay your hands against the brick wall to stop your face from grazing the rough cobble as your forehead knocked against it with the change of position. Causing Togame to groan behind you when he felt you push back against his cock, moving his hands up to squeeze your hips as he bent his knees for more leverage. Pushing himself into you over and over again, making you cry out for him.
“Come on, pretty girl,” He cooed, “I know you’re close. I can feel you.”
He was right, you were. The coil inside you was so tight it was almost painful, the pent-up tension hot and heavy as the dam inside you threatened to burst. Catching you off guard as Togame slid a hand between the apex of your thighs to search for your needy clit, catching it between his index and middle fingers as he began to swirl it from side to side as you dangled on the precipice of your climax.
“Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.” He urged you, deliberately focusing his thrusts on the same spot that had you clenching around him, fingers working your clit as you whimpered, “Come on, show me how pretty you look when you’re creaming.”
It was all too much, too intense as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your lips smeared gloss against his palm as you cried out in pleasure as you found your end, coming undone as your cunt began to convulse around him.
“Oh fuck, good girl—” He grunted, continuing to fuck you through your climax as he felt your walls desperately trying to milk him of his release.
You couldn’t control your body as your legs began to shake, drool spilt from your lips and into Togame’s palm as he pressed your head back against his shoulder. Bouncing you on his cock as he used you for his own pleasure, his fingers still persistent on your abused clit as you tried to fight the feeling of another climax being stolen from you as Togame was unrelenting.
“God, you’re a fuckin’ mess, sweetheart.” He sneered, throwing his head back in a laugh as he forced you down on his cock.
Your tits bounced with each sloppy movement as he used you for his own need, your mind completely shrouded by debauched pleasure as Togame worked you towards another orgasm.
“You got tighter when you came,” Togame mused, his lips brushing your neck as he bent his legs to change the angle of his thrusts.
His voice was like the sweetest ambrosia as it sent shockwaves directly to your needy clit, reaching your hand down to press messy circles against it to try and alleviate the tension that knotted in your pelvis.
“You greedy thing,” He scoffed, watching as you teased your clit, “I haven’t even cum once and here you are trying to get yourself off again— I guess you really did cross the boundary to get this tight little pussy bred huh?”
Togame spoke so slowly, the soft timber only aided in your pleasure as you felt your body respond to the sound. Clenching around him in a feeble attempt to steal his spunk as you began to quiver, your second orgasm surging through as your fingers rubbed your clit raw. Desperately trying to chase that same high that had you crying out his name as he pressed a palm to your sternum to stop you from knocking yourself out on the wall. His hand moved higher to stroke along the column of your throat before he splayed a palm over your mouth to quieten the desperate, lewd noises that poured out of you from his movements.
“Jesus,” He tossed his head back in a laugh, “if I’d known this was what Furin pussy felt like I’d have crossed the boundary myself.”
Togame barely managed a few more deep languid thrusts before he was spilling his release inside you with a guttural grunt, his heavy balls pumping rope after rope as he filled you with his warm spunk. Groaning as he pulled back suddenly, unsheathing his cock from your greedy hole as he began to fist himself roughly. Jerking out the final few pumps of cum all over the back of the Furin jacket that you were wearing as he painted it with his release. Leaning forward to tap the swollen tip of his cock against the fabric as he coaxed out the final few beads of his cum before dragging his length against it to coat it in your slick too.
It was ruined — like you.
“That’s it,” He groaned lowly, “My good girl.”
You let out a desperate whine when you felt Togame pull back, your hands splayed against the wall to keep yourself upright as he unabashedly spread your cheeks open to watch your fluttering walls push some of his spend from deep inside your tight heat.
“You really are a mess.” He chuckled, letting his thumb swipe through the slick between your thighs before he gathered some of his cum on the pads of his fingers. Scooping it up he pushed it back inside your abused hole, causing you to cry out for him as you felt him press down on that sweet spot inside you.
“Stop teasing me.” You whined, shimmying your ass back into him, “You made me a mess! The jacket is ruined—”
“Hey,” Togame gave your ass a playful smack, “Shouldn’t have worn it if you didn’t want me to cum all over it, sweetheart. You can take it off now by the way — where did you even get it?”
You were already still surrounded in the lusty haze of euphoria that you couldn’t even process Togame’s questions, so unused to him talking so much and so quickly after sex as you tried to even out your breathing.
“I had to find something,” You smiled, turning your head to the side as you leaned towards him to press his lips against your cheek, “I didn’t think I’d be able to convince you to do that.”
“Why because I have such a hard time being mean to you?” He smiled, nosing the apple of your cheek.
“No,” You snorted, “Because you’re lazy.”
“Wow.” Togame deadpanned, “This lazy guy stayed in perfect character and had you creaming twice and that’s all you’ve got to say?”
“This lazy guy,” You turned to poke him in the chest as Togame took the opportunity to poke one of your exposed breasts in retaliation, “Is gonna have to clean this jacket now.”
“Ain’t no way I can be seen cleaning a Furin jacket, pretty girl.” He scoffed, “Just give it back like that.”
You gave him a pointed look as you pulled your sundress back up over your breasts, adjusting yourself so you were more presentable before Togame reached out to cup your jaw. Tilting your head slightly he noticed the graze against your cheek from where you’d pressed it against the brick wall.
“Shit, baby— I hurt you?” It was more of a question than a statement, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss against your sore cheek.
“Nah, I liked it.” You smiled at him as you leaned into his touch, reaching out to hold onto the opening of his Shishitoren jacket, “We should do something like this again.”
“Maybe,” He hummed before stealing another kiss, “But first you’re takin’ that jacket off and I’m fucking you in mine.”
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: i listen to a lot of audio porn…18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
eijirō kirishima swears like a sailor. he starts out sweet, but it gets to a point—usually when he’s watching his cock bury inside you, any hole will do—where he gets a little selfish, greedy, chasing his own high, even (especially) if it’s through you. and by the time he’s fingered you through a third orgasm, his eyes wrecked and lips bitten pink, he’s rambling about how much of a filthy fucking whore you are, leaking all over the bed for him like this.
hanta sero is the epitome of calm, cool, and collected. he’s never silent, but he doesn’t let himself go until you’re begging use me, daddy, rounding your cute little eyes and hurting you’re bottom lip in a pout like he’s not doing enough. he always, genuinely, tries to resist, but his willpower quickly corrodes the moment you wrap his hands around your throat, and suddenly, all fears of hurting you dissipate. he just wants to cum, dammit.
denki kaminari is a performer. he likes being watched—likes the look on your face when he licks his cum off your stomach, the look when he bottoms out and shows you how good you feel. but, he can short-circuit just as easily, turning into a whiny, pathetic mess when you fuck him to a second orgasm.
izuku midoriya is a babbler. it’s not long before he’s stammering about how pretty you are, how lucky he is, how good you feel. but don’t mistake that babbling for submission, because, yes, he may be drooling on your shoulder—but he’s also got your face shoved into the pillow with one hand, using the other to prop your hips to find that spot that makes you scream.
hitoshi shinsō is typically pretty quiet, until he gets drunk. (or high, though its usually some combination both.) then, he can’t help but buck his hips to make you gag on his cock, because as hard as he tries, he’s not a nice guy. but you’re always so sweet to him, and he tries so hard to return the favor, feeling perpetually guilty for every single immoral thought—but once he’s drunk, all he wants is to see you cry.
katsuki bakugō sounds just like his music taste—hot and loud. he won’t talk about it, and if you tell anyone, you’re dead, but even when he’s alone, he has to keep a hand over his mouth to keep the unwanted noises at bay. the issue is you feel good, too good, and every time he finds himself scrambling to bite at anything to shut himself up—a hand, the pillow, your shoulder, something.
﹒˚ ꒰ higuruma’s the type to talk u through it >﹏< mdni .. ! 𓈈𑜩
higuruma loves talking you through it every single time.
he knows how much you melt when his voice gets all low and sweet yet filthy just for you. you’re always so good for him and he never stops telling you.
right now .. he’s got you spread open so nice and pretty for him, his hips rolling slow and steady while his cock fills you up completely. “that’s it, baby... feel how your little pussy’s sucking me in?” he murmurs right against your ear, voice all soft and warm like honey. “you’re taking me so well... so fucking tight and wet just for me.”
all you can do is whimper and clutch at his broad shoulders, legs shaking around his waist, and he chuckles gently. “shh shh, i know, sweet girl... i know it’s big. but you can take it, yeah? you always take it so pretty for me.” he pushes in even deeper, grinding against that spot that makes you see stars, never rushing. “there we go... right there, huh? feel my cock right there, baby? good girl... such a good fucking girl.”
his thumb rubs soft circles on your clit while he keeps talking you through every thrust. “you’re getting so much wetter... listen to that cute little squelch. your pussy’s creaming all over me, angel. you love when i talk to you like this, don’t you?”
you nod all teary-eyed and he kisses your forehead so tenderly as if he’s not deep in your guts at the moment.
“yeah you do... my sweet baby. gonna cum again for me? wanna feel you squeeze my cock while i fill you up nice and full...” his pace picks up just a little, still so gentle, still whispering every nasty thought against your skin. “let go, princess... cum on me. make a mess all over my cock... that’s it... good girl, good girl...”
he keeps murmuring praises and filthy little truths the whole time u cum for him, never once stopping talking you through it, because he knows exactly how much his baby needs it.
[ MDNI 18+ | cw : fem!reader, no-curse!au, one sided hate but it doesn’t last long, no curses au, slow burn uhhhhh, reader kinda clueless, friends to lovers ish, Geto wingman lowkey, Higuruma is a bit of an idiot, male masturbation, thinking about you (like a lot lol), smoking, drinking, eventual smut, licking you through panties, dry humping, unprotected sex, cumming on your stomach | reader gets called : sweetheart, angel, baby, pretty girl, gorgeous, baby ]
It was a slow shift, something only caught after the change fully arises.
This is what Higuruma tells himself as he wonders.
Wonders when he started looking for the gleam in your eyes after solving a problem or when he started wanting nothing but to see your figure hunched over the table beside him in his apartment as you study together.
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It was common knowledge that the man with the crooked nose was intelligent. At the top of most his classes, he was like a small celebrity within his own law graduate program. Everyone seemed to like him, except for you.
You and your smart mouth and witty remarks, not that he minded much. Technically, your med courses would never have overlapped with his law ones if you had not decided to take a Bioethics and Health Law course as an elective. And the world liked to remind you that this thorn on your side shaped like a tall man in a suit was all your fault.
You fall into your seat in the lecture hall, pulling out the sorry excuse of wood parading as a table as you pull out your laptop. You’re at the front row of the massive room that can fit somewhere around 600 students, and yet he always seems to find a seat next to you. At first you hadn’t minded it, you had tried to find a friend in the dark haired boy, most of the people unfamiliar to you in this course as most of the students in your program liked to avoid anything to do with writing essays like the plague. He wasn’t rude per se, more standoffish than anything, responding to you in curt words and sliding narrow eyes at you whenever you got really into a case, sharing your knowledge regarding the health and operation side of the situation. He had not met anybody as driven as you were, not in the way that made his heart beat just a bit quicker at a glance from you. So he opted to observing you most of the time, watching you do some flashcards before lecture started or how you would type furiously into your laptop as you hung at every single word your professor uttered. He wasn’t much of a talker, and your eagerness overflowed out of you in the way that forced him to close in on himself out of instinct, which you took as animosity.
Today he’s earlier than he usually is, barely anybody in the huge hall as he walks down the stairs to his seat. You’re hunched over the small table, biting your lip in concentration as you stare at a diagram — something to do with cell function he thinks — arrows pointing at random combinations of letters and numbers that mean nothing to him. You look up as he slumps into his seat, he’s wearing a dark green vest over a white collared shirt, sleeves pushed up his forearms as you stop yourself from staring. He blinks down at you, wondering how early you usually come as lecture starts in twenty minutes, eyes subconsciously sliding over to your form. Oddly enough, he notices how the faint sunlight from the windows reflects off your hair and how you look more tired than usual, dark bags under your eyes. It’s midterm season and Higuruma has had his own share of all nighters and caffeine consumption but you always looked put together, you always looked good, which is something he’d rather not admit.
“That seems complicated,” he murmurs and you look up to meet his eyes. He looks bored, but little did you know his own words even startled him.
“No, really?” you raise an eyebrow at him, sarcastic. The edges of his lips quirk up in something akin to a smile you had never seen on him.
“Explain it to me,” he says, leaning forwards for a better look on whats on your screen.
“What?”
“Explain it to me,” he repeats, you can’t tell if he’s patronizing you.
“Why are you interested all of a sudden?” you ask him and he shrugs.
“You seem smart enough to explain it to someone who doesn’t know anything about biology,” he responds in a genuine voice.
You take it as a challenge, showing him the metabolic pathway, the importance of it’s function for the body and what could go wrong. He listens to you, nodding along and asking relevant questions until lecture starts and the hundreds of students rush into class, drowning out your voice as the professor starts class.
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At the end of class you pack your bag quickly, biting your lip as you look at the bus route times, with the way the buses were delayed, you were going to be late to your lab all the way across campus. You ponder running the 30 minute walk to your lab building before you hear Higuruma’s voice.
“In a rush?” He’s still in his seat, looking up at you.
“I think I’m gonna be late for my lab,” you murmur, “the buses are delayed,”
“I’ll give you a ride,” he says easily
“Oh! You don’t have to do that-”
“The lab buildings are across campus no?” he interrupts you as he stands up, he dwarfs you in height embarrassingly.
“Yeah, but-”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says easily, jerking his head to the exit, urging you to follow him as he walks off without a word. You quickly swing your bag over your shoulder and hurry after him and his long strides. He leads you out of the law building and you follow out into the parking lot, he’s got a small black car that looks sleek like him.
“Nice ride,” you murmur, hands brushing over the black handle in admiration.
“Thank you,” he says, starting the engine in a low hum as you settle into the seat next to him. He glances next to him, eyes searching your unsure ones. “You uh, you look tired,” he says from a lack of other words to say.
You snort, “Thank you captain obvious, I am tired,” His lips quirk up a bit, it’s a sight you think you could get used to. The rest of the drive is quiet, comfortable silence settling into the air as he pulls in front of your lab building. “I really appreciate this,” you say, stepping out of his car.
“Anytime sweetheart,” he smiles at you as you shut the door, watching until you’ve disappeared into the building before driving away.
The next week, he brings you a cup of coffee to lecture without explanation.
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You had tried not to make it a habit to rely on Higuruma for a ride after class whenever you had a lab, but he’d made it a part of his routine. His car now has one of your hand sanitizers on his console, and it smelled more often of your perfume than it didn’t. Today was no different, walking side by side out of the building, only having to run to the car as the rain pours down onto you both. You shiver as you shut the door and he immediately turns up the heat, his dark hair dripping as his eyes slide over to you, as they often do nowadays. A ding comes from your phone and you open it to see a message saying lab was cancelled due to the thunderstorm but you suspect your lab coordinator just didn’t feel like it.
“My lab is cancelled,” you say, teeth chattering.
“That’s convenient,” he hums, “do you want me to drive you home?” you open your mouth, and shut it. You were honestly expecting him to kick you out of his car.
“Are you sure? Don’t you hate me?” you ask, looking down at your hands. He barks a laugh, an unfamiliar sound to you.
“Do you think I would drive you to your lab every week if I hated you?”
“I don’t know!” you exclaim, exasperated. “You never say anything to me and you look like you hate me.” He runs his hand through his hair, understanding you.
“Ah shit-” he looks up, back of his head hitting the back of his seat, “That’s uh, that’s just my face” his eyes find yours again and see something genuine in them, “My friends always say I look like that”
You blink, unsure if he’s lying but you find it difficult to see if he is. “So you don’t hate me?”
“No” he affirms.
“Are we friends?”
“Were we not already?” He asks and you giggle.
“I guess we are,” You say with a smile and he returns it easily.
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You realize it’s easier to talk to Higuruma than you thought. He’s a good listener, and he’s observant, his lack of words is not due to the fact that he doesn’t want to talk to you but because he likes to gather all of his thoughts first before responding.
He is definitely going to make a good lawyer.
You’ve slowly taken over parts of his life, your things in his car, the extra charger he keeps in his bag for you, your coffee order etched into his brain. With the little time the two of you spend together, you have managed to crawl into his life without intention to leave.
You’re next to him in the library, sighing in exhaustion. It’s sometime around nine at night, you’d been sat at this exact spot for the past twelve or so hours. Something else he’s learned about you is that you get clingy when you’re tired. You had fallen asleep against him on your couch while watching a movie more times than he can count; so when you lean your head against his shoulder and loop your arm around his, limbs tangling, he almost doesn’t react.
Almost.
His fingers on the keyboard freeze for a second as he looks down at you. You’re reading his paper lazily, muttering under your breath the carefully written lines. It’s almost painful for him to look away from you as he tears his eyes off of you and onto his screen, continuing to type. You two sit like that for a bit, you asking him questions about the case, him murmuring the answers to you, patient if you don’t understand. You stay like that for a while, by the time he’s finished, he realizes you haven’t said anything in a while and looks down to see your eyes shut, breathing soft.
Once again, he freezes, making sure he doesn’t move so as not to wake you. He looks down at you in a way that might be considered staring, his eyes looking at how your lashes rest against your cheek, how your hair is soft on his shoulder, how your right arm is still wrapped around his left one. He lets out a heavy breath through his nose, feelings swelling in his chest that he’d rather not confront right now.
You shift a bit and wake yourself up with a bit of a startle.
“Shit I fell asleep,” you say, untangling yourself from his side, the warmth of you lingering.
“Lets go home,” he smiles.
You notice his laptop has been shut and wonder how long he sat like that.
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You blink at the bottom of your glass, alcohol coursing through your body as you feel your blood pump with the bass of the beat of the club. Utahime had dragged you out of the library and shoved you in a tight dress, saying something about how you needed a night where you passed out because of alcohol, not exhaustion from studying. You had obliged, too tired to argue, and she had promised to buy drinks!
You’re standing in a corner, taking a minute for yourself from dancing, weighing if you should risk trying to bum a cigarette off the guy that just stepped out the back. You were honestly glad at the distraction and the shiny lights, hips swaying and jumping up and down with your friends. You feel a small buzz throughout your body that felt good, taking a breath before making your way to the dance floor again when you bump into a shoulder, losing balance on your heels.
“Whoah, easy-” you hear a familiar voice before you feel Higuruma’s hands on your waist to steady you. He holds you for a beat longer than he should, looking down at you and your blown pupils, the pink on your eyelids and glitter on your collar bones. He’s speechless, and is glad at how you seem to fill the silence easily.
“Sorry Hiromi,” you say stepping back and brushing something off his shoulders, “What are you doing here?” you tilt your head up at him. Even with your heels, he dwarfs you, shoulders broad as he leans forward to hear you better out of instinct. You’d never seen him out, at least not really. The black button-up he’s wearing is really doing something to you.
“Ah, Gojo dragged me out,” he says, eyes still stuck on you as your eyes sparkle with excitement. Before you could reply, someone comes up behind Hiromi and slings their arm around his shoulders. With a grunt, Hiromi realizes he’s still holding onto you and lets his arms fall, glaring at the man behind him.
“Who’s this Hiromi~” Gojo starts before he sees you and exclaims your name in excitement, to which you laugh. You had met Gojo a couple times in passing, sometimes at Higuruma’s, sometimes at the library along with Geto and Nanami. He was probably the most approachable out of the group — albeit a chatterbox — you liked him.
“Hi Gojo,” you smile as he clings to Higuruma, he asks you about your day as the three of you walk back to a booth where you see that the rest of the boys had found Shoko and Utahime. Higuruma has gone quiet, back to observing as you sit down next to Geto and Shoko, giggling as you order another drink.
“Hey,” Geto bumps your shoulder playfully. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “Are you and Hiromi a thing?”
You blink, more surprised than anything and shake your head. You had never really thought about your relationship like that. Geto hums in response as he meets Higuruma’s eyes before he backs off out of your space and goes back to arguing with Gojo. The group bickers a bit more, you and Utahime doing shots and Gojo annoying Nanami to what looks like the brink of explosion, trying to get him to go dance.
“C’mon Nanamin! You’re only young once,” Gojo leans into Nanami as the blond desperately tries to shake him off.
“Gojo, you know I don’t-” Nanami starts before Geto pushes him out of the booth and practically strangles him onto the floor. Gojo follows, stumbling drunkenly as he laughs at Kento trying to escape. The group starts to filter out of the booth, Shoko and Utahime going to get more drinks, leaving you with Hiromi.
“Are you going to dance?” you ask, eyes glinting, unable to imagine the serious future lawyer on the dance floor.
“Are you inviting me to dance with you?” that catches you off guard as he looks at you with the same mischievous look he gets before he knows he’s going to win an argument.
“I didn’t think you were much of a dancer”
“I’m not,” he leans forward, forearms on the table as he gets closer to you “I can be for you though,” the alcohol is making his tongue loose.
Before you know it, you’re pulling Hiromi by the wrist into the crowd of people. The music is just right as you find yourselves surrounded by sweaty, glittery people and his large hands find your hips, to keep you within arms reach he rationalizes in this head. You throw your head back onto his shoulder, hands coming up to play with his hair and he sways with you, breaths heavy as you look up at him. It feels like it’s just the two of you and the music, pumping through the speakers and into your heartbeats as they beat together. He’s surprisingly good at keeping up with you, his hands right where you need them to be, his body against your back perfectly. You’re closer than you should be, his breath mingling along your shoulder but even then there’s an air of respect. If you were any more sober, you would’ve had a sorry excuse and been halfway home already but you can barely form coherent thoughts as the warmth of his body feels electric to the touch.
Without thinking, you turn to face him and he’s already looking at you, strobe lights flashing so you can’t quite tell what expression he’s wearing. You’re smiling, and he thinks he could die a happy man holding onto you right now.
“You’re a good dancer,” he says, without thinking.
He’s got to stop blurting shit out in front of you before he says something he can’t take back so easily.
You tilt your head at him in confusion, the music too loud and the crowds pressing you in not helping you hear him. Instead of repeating himself, he twirls you, and you giggle.
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You find yourself outside of the club, sharing a cigarette with Suguru. The night air is cool and your legs ache in the best way possible. You had left Hiromi at the bar when a girl started talking to him trying to ignore the strange feeling at the pit of your stomach you desperately didn’t want to address. Ringed fingers pass you the cigarette and you take a long drag, letting it fill your lungs, the tranquility perfect.
“Higuruma likes you,” Suguru says, always one to get straight to the point. You blink, trying to process the words in case you heard them wrong.
“What makes you say that?” You look at the long-haired man beside you. He had always been the calmer analyzer to Gojo’s firecracker of a personality, it was no wonder they were best friends, the yin and the yang.
“He’s got this look like you slapped him in the face and he’d let you do it again willingly,” at that you bark out a laugh to which he just smiles at. “Just think about it,” he says before tossing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it, tilting his head to urge you back inside.
You let the words wash over you as you go back in behind Suguru, the alcohol in your system making it hard to focus on what exactly he meant not that the words were even remotely spoken in code.
You gravitate to the bar again, getting another drink or two before losing yourself in the music again, trying to forget what Suguru said. You dance with Shoko and Utahime for a bit before you start to feel a pounding headache and a familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach. You find Higuruma and Nanami as you stumble into the booth and Higuruma steadies you with a hand on your arm.
“I think I better go home,” you slur, blinking rapidly to regain your balance. Hiromi looks at Kento and the blond nods as Higuruma stands up, hand in the small of your back as he leads you out of the crowded club.
“Did you have fun?” he says as you try not to lean too much on him.
“Mhmmm,” you say, trying to pull out your phone, having trouble even unlocking it. “I gotta get an uber,” you murmur, getting frustrated as the password you keep entering keeps rejecting. He lets out an amused exhale through his nose at you, you’re leaning into his side like nothing else is holding you up. You’re still glittery and your makeup is smudged perfectly. Angelic, he thinks.
“Here, I can take care of it,” he says before pulling out his own phone, practically sober compared to you. He calls an uber and sits beside you on the curb. You lean your head on his shoulder and he drapes his jacket over your shoulders. He was sure to find glitter on his clothes tomorrow, and your perfume clinging to his skin.
“Geto said you like me,” you say, not truly sure of what you’re saying.
“Did he?” he muses. Your eyes are shut and he would bet anything on you not remembering this conversation tomorrow morning.
“Is he right?” you look up at him with doe eyes. Hiromi feels as if someone shot him in the heart, cupid must be cruel to think him composed enough to deal with his feelings for you when you look at him like that.
“Do you want him to be?”
“I meannn,” you slur, struggling to put your words together. You reach for his hand and play with his fingers, his hand is warm and much larger than your own. “You’re hot,” he snorts at that. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know he was attractive, in reality, he was just not keen on pursuing a relationship with how busy he was studying. Women come up to him all the time, at the library, at the club earlier, hell, even one of his TAs had approached him in the past.
“You think so?” he murmurs and your eyes drift down to his lips.
“I mean I’m sure you know,” you huff, looking away. “I don’t wanna boost your ego but like—” you bite your lip, “You’re so smart, and like” you frown and he wishes nothing but to smooth the wrinkle between your eyebrows. “Composed, and I like that”
He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. If you were any more sober you would’ve teased him not knowing you were the only one who truly left him speechless. Before you notice, the uber pulls up and he practically lifts you into the backseat and steps in after you.
“You’re coming with?” you ask, surprised he was leaving as well. He only gives you a nod; if he hadn’t ran into you tonight, he would’ve left hours ago.
The ride to your apartment was quiet and Hiromi is hyperaware of your warmth. You cling to him as you ride up the elevator, quiet, and you lean on him as he grabs your keys from your bag and helps you into the apartment. The two of you stumble in and he switches on the light just in time to see you stumble in and fall face first onto the couch. He laughs out loud, and you grumble, finally free of the ache in your feet. As you sit up, Hiromi brings you a glass of water and you nearly spit the water out when he gets on his knees in front of you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“What are you doing?” You whisper. Everything is spinning still and you’re warm all over all of a sudden. He reaches for the straps of your heels, hands gentle as he undoes them for you. He massages down your calf and finally takes your right heel off and you let out a satisfied exhale.
“Better?” you nod, and he undoes the other heel. You reach forward without thinking much as he sets your shoes aside, cupping his face as he looks up at you.
“Hiromi,” you whisper and he melts into your touch.
“You’re killing me, you know that right?” his voice is low, gruff as he stands up and pulls you up before he does something stupid. “Lets get you to bed sweetheart,”
He helps you into your room and helps you with your dress zipper before practically running out, wanting nothing but to stay and watch you undress but his rational side takes over. As you change, he goes into your medicine cabinet and finds some Advil for your inevitable hangover in the morning and fills another glass of water for you. He waits in your kitchen for a bit, not willing to risk seeing you in less than he should, his forearms are on the kitchen island and he looks around your dim apartment. Your roommate was away on a work trip so you were alone. He considered sleeping over, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for him to do that, your roommate was nice enough to him and the couch wasn’t too bad. He lets out a heavy exhale through his nose, you were sure not to remember anything about tonight, it wasn’t a good idea.
“Hiromi?” he hears your voice, tired through the wall and peeks into your room. You’re sitting on your bed, legs dangling. You’re in one of his shirts you stole from him and what looks like just your panties but he doesn’t look close enough to confirm. Your room is messy, your dress tossed on the ground and your bag spilling out onto the floor. He places the Advil and glass of water on your beside table.
“You okay?” he asks, and you look up at him.
“Mhm,” you bite your lip, “thank you” you whisper.
“Always,” he says and you tuck yourself under the covers.
“You should stay, cuddle with me,” you look cute he thinks. Your blankets up to your chin and your hair tangled all over your pillow. He smiles weakly.
“I’m not sure that’s the best idea sweetheart,” he mumbles, and before he can stop himself, he leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead and your eyes flutter shut.
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You wake with a pounding headache as the sun filters in through your blinds. You remember flashes of last night: Gojo’s white white hair in the crowd, Geto’s knowing glances at you, a rare smile across Nanami’s mouth as the night moves on in a flash.
Hiromi’s warm hands on your hips.
The feeling of your head on his shoulder.
Hiromi looking up at you.
You groan and you rub at your eyes and sit up, trying desperately to remember what might have happened last night for him to be looking up at you like that. Your feet still ache from the heels you wore and your mouth is dry, you notice the medicine on your bedside table and a sticky note. You down the Advil with a hefty swig of water and look down at the note:
Get some rest today, left a box of bandaids out on the table for you. — H
It takes you a bit to read as your eyes try desperately to focus. You reach down at your sore feet and notice how the backs are open and red with raw flesh, you always did like heels that destroyed your feet. You try not to read too much into the note.
You stretch and check your phone, squinting at Utahime and Shoko’s messages, scrolling through stories absently. A certain message catches your eye, it’s from Geto, just a slightly blurry photo of you and Higuruma under the club lights, no other message attached. His hands are on your hips and your head is against his shoulder looking up at him, he’s looking right back at you, it’s as if nobody else exists. You stare at if for a long time, cursing Geto for being the sly fox that he is and leaving it on read, tossing your phone away and burying your face in a pillow. You don’t remember dancing with Hiromi, hell, you wouldn’t even know how you got home if not for the note.
Before you can overthink yourself into oblivion, you pull yourself out of bed and pad into the kitchen, making some breakfast for yourself before pulling out your laptop to study.
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Higuruma wakes up later than usual. His usual 6am wakeup ruined by thoughts of you flashing through his mind late at night by the time he got home. He laid in bed for a long, long while before falling asleep, eyes glued to the ceiling in the dark. His hands are still glittery from touching you.
God, what was he doing touching you?
Dancing with you?
He drags a hand down his face in frustration as the morning light beams into his room, forcing itself through his eyelids. He didn’t even like to dance, and yet he keeps replaying how your hips pressed against his, how your hands played with his hair, how your eyes practically hypnotized him under the flashing lights. He groans, like it physically pained him to think about you, his dick already half hard. He trails a traitorous hand down his stomach and he grips himself over his sweatpants. He bites his lip at the thought of touching you in the dress, at the thought of what the fabric would have felt like if he’d helped you undress in your room.
Fuck!
He lets out a low groan.
He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this, he shouldn’t be thinking about you like— Like how you would look if he took you from behind, would your back arch like you’re aching for it? Like how you would sound when he licked your clit just right Like how your pretty cunt would grip him so good
Before he can stop himself, he lowers the waistband of his underwear enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach, heavy. He thinks about how you might hold his dick as he wraps his fingers around himself, squeezing the shaft before jerking his hand up to the tip, teasing himself as he jams his thumb into the slit. Would you be mean? Tease him? Maybe you would bite your lip as you jerk him off with both hands.
Shit, those pretty lips.
His hips jerk up in desperation.
He would kiss the fuck out of you, your pretty lips open for him, his tongue wet against yours. He would tilt your head up to look at him and spit into your mouth before bending over you and tasting his cigarettes right off your tongue. He would let your lipstick marks stay on his collar for the day for people to see what you did to him, if you wanted. He would let himself indulge a little and have you on your knees in front of him as you slowly lick up his shaft, those eyes of yours so seductive to him.
God he was pathetic.
He’s thrusting up into his own fist now, feet planted on the bed. He grits his teeth and groans, a guttural, lustful sound, wonders how you would react if you saw him like this. God, how was he supposed to face you now? His mind wanders again to how you look on his kitchen table during late nights, your hair messy as you force yourself to study, how you look in his shirt and sweats he let you borrow, how focused you get when you study for an exam, how you curl up against him on the bed in the early morning when he’s awake and you’re not after having argued that you should sleep on the couch. He wondered when he started to see the girl that thought she hated him as somebody he wants to be around all the time.
He squeezes his eyes shut and cums with a low groan he has to bite his arm to muffle himself. His hand wrapped around the base as his release paints his stomach, down the divots of muscle he’s got there is pearly white. His eyes flutter open slowly, images of you still flashing behind his eyelids still. Regret hits him immediately, shame washing over his face as he sits up and cleans himself up. He busies himself with cleaning his room and tries to forget you, murmuring under his breath about his mock trial coming up that he has to prepare for as he jumps in the shower, your smile etched into his mind.
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To Hiromi’s credit, he had felt like a perverted degenerate for thinking of you in any way other than as a friend, however he did also decide to absolutely ghost you for a month after the outing, as he tried desperately to forget his feelings for you.
For the first couple weeks, you figured he was busy studying for midterms just like you were, only finding time to think about him when you were about to fall asleep from exhaustion during the night. You had spent enough days awake with only short naps to ease your exhaustion that you hadn’t noticed that he hadn’t texted you. Hiromi never texted often, usually just texting people if he had something specific to say or to respond to someone. With you though, he let himself text you when he randomly thought about you, sending you pictures of flowers he sees and thinks you might like and replies to the random thoughts you send him throughout the day. So you only realized that you had been practically texting nobody after your midterms were over and you had had a good day to catch up on sleep. You scroll up and down the text history, most of the recent messages are blue as you scroll up and down. You were left without even a reaction or a read receipt. You decided not to think too much about it, he was likely still not done his own midterms. You figured he would let you know if something you did bothered him.
Except he didn’t. He had answered and messaged in group chats and he didn’t seem to have fallen ill all of a sudden. So you found yourself in the doorstep of his apartment on a Thursday night. Geto (the bastard) had sent you what would be an ominous text about how the two of you should just talk it out and you decided to listen to the motherfucker for once.
You knocked twice, hoping he was home and after a second, the door opens and you’re met with the tall hulking figure of Hiromi.
Before he could react, you yell, pushing him backwards into his apartment with a finger to his chest.
“How dare you Hiromi?” you say through gritted teeth, “You can’t just ghost someone without an explanation like that!”
He looks shocked, looking down at you, as the back of his waist hits the edge of the kitchen island, you’re looking up at him with tears in your eyes.
“I thought we were friends,” you whisper, wiping at a falling tear with your palm. He looks down at you before bringing you into a hug, his tall figure bending over you as your face hits his chest and your arms wrap around him.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He whispers into your hair, “I’m sorry I didn’t know what to do,” that makes you look up, your chin on his chest as your search his eyes.
“Did I do something?” you tilt your head, “God, did I do something stupid that night we went out? I can’t fucking remember anything, I’m so sorry if I—” you start to ramble but the words die in your mouth when he cups your face in both hands, tilting your face up at him.
“Oh, only told me you thought I was hot,” he murmurs, his eyes finding yours and the heat of it makes your face hot. You start to remember how your back arched for him, practically clinging onto him the entire night “Only fucking ground your hips on me where everyone could see,” his thumbs trail over to play with your bottom lip and you instinctively open your mouth and suck.
“Are you going to kiss me?” you ask, and he thinks you might be an angel in disguise.
“Fuck,” he practically growls before bending over and kissing you. You yelp in surprise before melting into him, he’s kissing you just like he’d been thinking about for the past month. You taste sweet, and he thinks he could get addicted to the clashing of your teeth and the warmth of your lips on his. He pulls away before he can get carried away with the touch of you.
“Please tell me I didn’t read into it,” he says, your breaths mingling as he rests his forehead against yours.
“You didn’t read into it Hiromi,” you whisper and he spins you around and sits you on the kitchen island.
“Say my name again,” he murmurs against your mouth as your legs part to make space for him to step into you.
“Hiromi,” you whisper and he kisses the words right out of your mouth. His hands are on your waist and yours find his face, tilting his face just how you like it. You’re vocal, soft whines escaping you and he makes it his mission to see how many more sounds you can make.
His lips are still on yours as his hands trail under the hem of your hoodie, pulling away just enough to make sure it’s okay with you before capturing your lips in his again. His hands are large, warm against the skin of your stomach as he reaches up and squeezes your tits, feeling your nipples pebble through your bra. You let out a breathy whine as you pull at his hair and his eyes roll to the back of his head. When you wrap your legs around him, he lifts you up, hands on your ass.
“Let me fuck you properly like you deserve,” he says against your lips before taking the two of you into his room, he drops you on the bed and crawls over you as you pull your shirt off. His lips are on your tits before you can take off your bra and you throw your head back in a moan, his teeth graze at the black lace and his tongue soaks the pretty fabric.
“So pretty,” he murmurs before pulling the cups down with his teeth, staring at your perfect nipples, standing upright for him.
He sucks like no man you have ever been with, you whine and buck your hips as you feel his tongue circle around the pert nipples and he grunts as his hands try and keep your hips still while your back arches for him.
“Greedy arentcha?”
“Sh— ahh! — shut up” you give him a pout he cant help but kiss. Once his lips are on you again, you reach down and palm his cock through his sweatpants and he lets out a hiss. You grip it and see the stain of his pre on the crotch of his pants and let out an amused giggle.
“I’m greedy?”
“How could I not be greedy with you sweetheart?” He murmurs and the heat in between your thighs makes you clamp them shut. He smiles against your lips and goes to undo your pants. He pulls them down slowly. sitting back on his haunches as he takes you in, on his bed, in just your panties. He reaches down and cups your aching pussy, the fabric is damp and you let out a whine, desperately wanting more of his touch.
“Hiromi please,” you look up at him and he smiles. He reaches down and licks a stripe up your panties, where your slit is and you look down, resting on your forearms to see his face in between your legs. Your smell is driving you crazy he thinks as he makes out with your clothed pussy. Tongue poking into your slit, teasing you as the fabric curbs to the shape of his tongue, preventing him from entering. He’s groans against the fabric and a pretty moan escapes your lips as your head falls back onto the bed, your hands in his hair. He makes out with your panties, the already soaked fabric now sticking to you with his spit and your pleasure.
“Such a pretty girl you are,” he says as he pulls away, lifting up to look at you. Your eyes are screwed shut, your head fallen back, neck practically asking for him to bite at it. And that he does, his teeth grazing at your pulse point before latching on and sucking. You let out a needy sound as he grounds his hips into yours, his body engulfing yours on the bed.
His mouth is gentle on your neck as he licks and sucks on your pulse point, the weight of his body enough to make you dizzy with want. Higuruma licks up your collarbone and finds your lips again, to which you happily interlock with a messy kiss. You buck your hips up involuntarily, and he pulls away just enough to look down at you.
“Hi,” you whisper, breathless.
“Hi,” he smiles and moves your hair out of your face. “Can’t believe you even gave me the time of day,” he murmurs.
“You acted like you hated me,” you tilt your head at him with a smile. He rolls his hips down on you and you let out a whimper.
“Never hated you sweetheart,” his voice is low.
“You’re hard to read!” you pout up at him and he can’t help but press a chaste kiss to your lips. When he pulls back you crane your neck up to kiss him and he lets you. Your tongue meets his in a clash of need, you kiss him like you can’t get enough, he kisses you like he’d let you take anything you want from him. You faintly taste your arousal off his tongue and let out a moan that he gladly swallows.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs against your lips as you push him back so that his back is against his headboard and you’re straddling him. You look down at him and his eyes are blown, dark with need as he looks up at you. Your wet panties grind just perfect against his jeans, the friction making you whine as you circle your hips.
“You’re hard,”
“You’re wet,”
“You’re annoying,”
He smiles.
You think you would get annoyed with the way that he always has a response but you don’t find it in you when his hands on your hips help guide you against his lap. It’s sensual: you’re practically naked for him in the dim lighting of his room, the moonlight spilling in now and the smell of arousal faint in the air, Higuruma thinks the sheen of sweat on your body makes you glow.
“Are you needy, baby?” He hums as he helps you circle your hips, tone a tad condescending but his hips buck up into yours in tandem. Your hands grip his shirt and you’re slumped forward, cheek against his chest as the sounds of your pussy squelch against his crotch.
“Please,” you whisper, broken, and thats all he needs before he gently sets you down on your back again, reaching back to pull off his shirt and unzips his pants before crawling over you.
“I’ll give you what you want pretty girl,” he says it like its a promise.
You look up at him, hazy, as he gently spreads your legs and pulls your soaking panties down. The wet material plops heavily against the sheets and his lithe fingers spread your pussy lips apart in awe.
“Stop teasing,” you pout but it falls on deaf ears as his fingers trace up your slit, your arousal practically leaking out onto the sheets. He watches you flinch as he runs a finger over your swollen clit, rubbing circles. You’re dripping so much so that two of his fingers slip in easily; he watches in awe the way your pussy swallows up his fingers as his knuckles sink in.
“Been thinking about this for the past month,” he murmurs as his thumb comes up to tease your clit. The sounds of squelching echo loudly in your ears and you struggle to keep your legs open.
“Hiromi…” you whine with this voice that echoes in his head and sends a rush of blood down to his cock. Your legs shut around his arm, locking his fingers in place and you grind your hips.
“You like that baby?” He hums as his fingers curl just right and you let out a pathetic moan. “My pretty girl,” he whispers as he pulls out, met with a desperate protest from your lips. He gives you a look that you can’t quite name as he gently folds you in half, your knees hitting up beside your head as he lines up his dick to your entrance. He thrusts forward with one move and your legs fall onto his shoulders as he kisses the moans straight out of your mouth.
He lets you adjust, looking down at you and your eyes screwed shut. He’s long, nudging right against your cervix, and your mouth falls slack against his.
“You can move,” you breathe out, and he grants you a thrust and your eyes roll to the back of your head. He thrusts into you slow and deep. The sounds of wet squelching fills the room as his hips grind gently against yours. When you open your eyes he’s already looking down at you.
“Good?” he practically growls, holding himself back to only shallow thrusts.
“Mhm,” you practically whine and he leaves you speechless as he pounds into you more steadily now. You think you see stars as your cunt grips his dick. “Faster,” you murmur, dazed.
He gives it to you. Oh he gives it to you, and just like he promised. His thrusts are rapid as his hips slap into yours, his balls slapping against your ass. He’s groaning against your mouth as your tongue lazily makes out with his. When the two of you pull away to take a breath, he sees your eyes blown out for him and the sight makes his dick throb inside you. He’s sensual about the way he fucks you, his back ripples underneath your nails and his hips snap into yours. When you guide his hand down to your clit, he rubs in circles, your legs locking around his hips so as not to let him go. He groans when you whine his name, hips losing rhythm as they slap into yours frantically now, the pads of his fingers abusing the swollen bud of your clit.
“Cum for me baby,” he growls, “Let me make you feel good,”
Your orgasm hits you in a flash, you see stars as the rope pulled taught on your lower belly snaps and your release feels like heaven. Your pussy pulses around his cock and he has to use every ounce of will he has to pull out of you. He watches the way your legs shake and your mouth is open letting out a loud moan for him. He pumps is hand around his dick, harsh, twice before he cums all over your stomach. The pearly white fluid settling onto the divots of your skin. Exhausted, he falls on top of you and you let out a soft oof as he wraps his arms around you and rolls over so you’re on top of him. You’re still dazed, blinking a few times before looking down at Higuruma who is already looking at you.
“Let me take you out proper,” he always gets straight to the point. His voice is low, tired and he tilts his head up to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. You indulge in the taste of him lazily.
“Okay,” You whisper before resting your cheek against his chest and your eyes flutter shut.
BF!Higuruma who begs for you to let him eat you out, and i mean BEGS.
BF!Higuruma who whines and whines about how hot it would be to have his face crushed by your thighs, He begs even getting on his knees.
"Baby please please I just need to taste you once, if you dont like it we dont have to again"
BF!Higuruma who when you finally agree (after lots of eyerolls) seems like a excited puppy, almost dragging you onto his face, nose poking your clit stubble grazing your entrance as he greedily shoves his tongue in your mouth whimpering softly at how good it tastes. Your bush rubbing his face a little.
BF!Higuruma who pulls you harder onto his face so he cant even breath as he eats you out like a starved man. His hand coming up to grope your ass as you start you grind down on his face whining about what a whore he is for wanting this, even though its the most wonderful thing you've had in a long time.
"Fuck baby you taste like heven"
He manages to get out from getting smothered by your thighs and delicious cunt. Soon enough your eyes are rolled back as you hit your peak on his face, he licks you clean then pulls you off his face.
Gojo wasn’t one to deny himself of his need for you whenever you would allow it, which is exactly why you are bent over a desk after his 11am lecture.
Your short, pleated skirt is bunched up around your hips, your panties pushed down to your ankles, and he is gripping your shirt tight to pull you back onto his cock. Biting your bottom lip, you try your hardest to hold back moans that are begging to slip free, and he knows it too.
A smirk is plastered on his face as he fucks into you deep, cock stretching you open wide for him, slick leaking from your entrance only encouraging him to go faster. His balls slap against your clit with each thrust, sending shivers down your spine from the sharp contact on your sensitive bundle of nerves, and you can’t help but let a loud whimper out.
Gojo immediately bends over, his chest against your back, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips to keep fucking into you. The new angle has him hitting your sweet spot over and over again, and a few tears slip out from the corner of your eye from how hard you are trying to be a good girl and stay quiet.
“C’mon. You know you can’t be loud if you want me to keep fucking you baby,” he whispers, placing a kiss to your cheek, his lips rough against your smooth skin.
“I c-can’t be q-quiet Toru. Feels too g-good,” you counter, gasping every time his cock nudges against your cervix.
Without thinking twice, he brings his fingers up to your mouth, easily slipping in while your mouth hangs open ever so slightly. You waste no time in sucking them, coating them in your saliva, muffling your sweet sounds of pleasure while he rams into you from behind.
“That’s it. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you,” he coos, placing another kiss to your cheek.
You nod your head eagerly, your pussy clenching around his length from his praise, your hips bucking back to meet each and every one of his thrusts. He groans out from your frantic movements, him being the one needing to quiet himself now, and you can feel his cock twitch deep inside of you.
“Gonna make me c-cum quick, f-fuck,” he groans, pumping himself in deep, hips stuttering just enough to know he’s so close to the edge.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up inch by inch repeatedly, letting no space go empty inside of you. He wraps his hand around your waist, finding your clit with ease, drawing tight, fast circles on your clit that match the speed of his hips.
You moan around his fingers, grinding your hips against the new sensation, and you feel your orgasm building quickly. Legs trembling, he holds you up, continuing to pound into you ruthlessly. The small desk scoots against the floor, creaking with the harsh movements, and the fact that if someone walked by and listened hard enough, they would know exactly what was going on which turned you on even more.
“Go ahead. Let me feel you cum on my dick babygirl,” he says breathlessly, the slightest hint of begging in the tone of his voice.
His encouragement sent you over the edge.
Cum gushes from your entrance, slicking his cock, making a mess out of both of you. He fucks you through your orgasm, fingers rubbing your clit slower and slower, hips slamming against you only drawing out the feeling of pleasure coursing through your body.
“S-shit, I’m g-gonna-”
Gojo buries himself to the hilt with one last hard thrust, fingers moving from your clit to your hip to steady himself. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out when there’s no room for anymore, dripping onto the tile floor below.
He pumps himself slower now, pushing his cum deeper, letting the last of his release leak out from the sensitive slit on his tip before pulling out with a wet gushing sound. Spreading your ass, he watches his cum drip out of you, blood rushing back to his cock just enough to make it twitch before he’s bending over to slide your panties back up.
Slapping your ass, he pulls down your skirt, running his hand down the length of your back while fixing your bunched up shirt before tucking his cock back into his boxers. You stand up, gripping on to the desk for dear life, legs shaking uncontrollably from the prior activities. Fixing your shirt, you turn to face Gojo, just to find him already admiring his fucked out girlfriend.
“Want to go home and shower? Round two, but we can be as loud as we want,” he says, smirking down at you while smoothing down the tangles in your hair.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” you answer, already moving to pick up your things.
Bending down, he places a soft kiss to your lips, threading his fingers through your own, and opens the classroom door for you on your way out.
Suguru Geto
Geto didn’t know if anyone was at the frat house right now, and honestly, he didn’t really care. As soon as the two of you walked through the front door, he put you on the first fuckable surface he could.
Your knees dig into the couch on either side of his thighs, his cock buried deep inside you, his hand holding your panties to the side just enough. Bouncing up and down on him, slick leaks from your pussy, coating his length and letting you glide over him with little effort.
Arms wrapped around his neck, hips grinding down on him, soft moans leaving your lips and Geto couldn’t feel better.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” he groans out, the vibrations rumbling through his chest, the words raw and rough around the edges.
His fingers dig into the plush skin of your ass, lifting slightly with each bounce, but letting you use him for the most part. Head falling back against the couch cushion, grunts and sounds of pleasure fall from him which you swallow up when you press your lips to his.
His cock slides through your slick walls, filling up every last empty space until he bottoms out against your cervix, your back arching against him. Your nipples peak under your thin tank top, rubbing against the rough fabric, the sensation pooling with the heat in your lower belly.
“G-Getooo,” you whine, dropping down rough and grinding yourself against him, his skin rubbing your clit just right.
“Make yourself feel g-good, baby. I know you can d-do it,” he stutters, his cock sliding in and out slowly while you grind down on him, groaning loudly without worry.
“F-feels so good,” you say breathlessly, beginning to bounce on his cock again, the sound of skin slapping echoing around the living room.
A second passes by, and then both of you hear a door slam shut upstairs.
Geto glances at you, a knowing look settling on his face.
“Guess we got to be quieter then,” he coos, pulling your body closer to his, whispering low in your ear.
His hands slide back to your ass, gripping the skin rough as he lifts you along the length of his cock before dropping you back down again. You bite your bottom lip, trying your best to muffle the sounds begging to rip free from your throat, but it is hard to do when his cock is stuffing you full to the brim.
He can hear you whining, even as you stuff your face into the crook of his neck, and he taps your ass ever so slightly.
“Be quiet baby. C’mon now.”
You nod your head frantically, the sound of his sweet, rough voice raking through your body. He drills into you harder when you comply, but that only leaves you wanting to moan even more. You want him to hear how good he makes you feel, but you would have to settle for something else for right now.
Your teeth dig into the rough skin of his neck, sinking in until the faintest metallic taste floods your mouth, and you can’t help but whimper when he groans from the pleasurable pain of you.
“Gonna make me fill you up with my cum from doing that. Is that what you want, baby?
You nod your head frantically, grinding yourself against him in sloppy movements, chasing the high that is creeping up on you faster each time he bottoms out. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your sensitive walls, you clench around him and it has him groaning too loud.
“F-fuck,” he grunts, spilling long, thick ropes of warm cum into your pussy.
Pumping it deeper inside of you until it is leaking out around his length, his groans rumble through his chest, vibrating through your body and landing right in your lower belly. The feeling of his cock twitching against your sweet spot pushes you over the edge.
You whimper loud, biting harder onto his neck, his fingers gripping onto the plush skin of your ass as if it was life or death. When your legs tremble, and your body grows weak he lifts you up and drops you down, fucking you through your orgasm.
“That’s it baby. Let me feel you cum on my dick.”
Cum gushes from your entrance, dripping down his thighs onto the couch below, your pussy squeezing tight around him until he is a whining mess from the overstimulation.
Your body melts into his, his arms wrapping around your back, hugging you closer to him as you slump your weight against him. Heavy breathing fills the air, lingering whines and whimpers falling from each other’s mouths as sensitive body parts remain stimulated. Geto places a soft kiss to your hair, his heart pounding out of his chest, his skin hot against yours in the most comforting way.
It was quickly ruined though.
“Nice one Geto. Real classy,” Gojo says, walking around the separation wall of the kitchen, mimicking the position and moaning to poke fun at the two of you.
You bury your face in Geto’s neck, your face heating up from embarrassment while Geto does his best to shield you from unwanted eyes. Geto shoots him the middle finger and mouths for him to leave so he can take you upstairs without anyone else seeing you.
“That’s real pornstar material. You guys should look into that,” Gojo adds, knowing it would just rile up Geto even more.
Geto throws a pillow, hitting the back of Gojo’s head before he runs up the stairs and his door clicks shut.
“No more sex on the couch. Got it.”
You laugh softly, nodding your head along in agreement. Geto stand from the couch, your arms and legs wrapped around his body and takes you to his bathroom to clean up the mess he left between your legs.
Kento Nanami
Nanami was never one for breaking the rules, but right now, all that goody two-shoes shit went out the window.
You are bent over the sink in the teachers’ lounge bathroom, Nanami’s cock stuffed deep inside your pussy, his hand wrapped tight around your mouth to avoid the chance of any moans slipping through. Biting the rough skin of his palm, you muffle your whines to the best of your ability, and when one slips through, you're punished with a very hard thrust.
“Be quiet sweet girl,” Nanami whispers, grinding his teeth together, anxiously worried about getting caught but more pussy drunk than anything.
You begged him to fuck you after class ended, you told him you couldn’t wait until you got back to your dorm, that you needed him now and he wasn’t one to deny you of that.
You nod your head frantically, biting harder onto his skin, your teeth digging in until a metallic taste fills your mouth. He hisses, his hand jerking against your face, but the pain turns to pleasure the quicker he fucks into your sensitive pussy.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up completely, leaving no space empty until the only thing you know is him. His other hand wraps around your waist, rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles that match the pace of his hips. Looking up at you in the mirror, he has to force himself not to cum from the sight of you.
“Look at you. So fucked out on my dick. Can barely take it.”
Tears stain your cheeks, your mouth covered by his hand where spit and drool seeps through the cracks of his fingers, your eyes half-lidded and crossed as his cock hits your cervix repeatedly.
“Think you can be a good girl if I take my hand away,” he asks, tilting his head to the side in a curious manner.
Looking up at him in the mirror, eyebrows furrowing the deeper he sinks into you, muscles pulling tight with each motion of his thrusts has you nodding your head yes. He moves his hand from your mouth to your neck, his fingers wrapping around the delicate skin, gripping tight enough to block your airway in the most pleasurable way possible.
A whimper falls from your lips, Nanami’s hips stop immediately and your eyes snap up towards his. He shakes his head while tsking before resuming his thrusts slower now, angling your hips until he finds that sweet spot deep inside of you.
Your fingers grip the edge of the sink as he repeatedly hits that same gooey spot, the feeling of pleasure running through you faster than you can take it, your legs trembling to the point where he has to steady you himself.
“So wet and tight. Such a dirty slut for letting me fuck you here,” he groans softly, fingers working faster on your clit, hand gripping tighter around your neck.
You push your ass back on him, meeting every ruthless thrust with one of your own, and it drives him insane.
Throwing his head back his eyes shut tight, letting the feeling of your pussy wrapped tightly around him consume everything he knows. Your walls flutter around his length, your orgasm building quick in your lower belly, the sensations of him almost too much to handle.
A knock sounds at the door.
Nanami doesn’t stop thrusting. He gazes at the horrified look on your face and simply grins.
“Occupied,” he yells out, his voice failing to quiver, the hard slapping of his balls against your folds louder than the word itself.
His hand falls from your neck, pushing up your button-down shirt, and grips your breast tight. The callouses on his fingers rub the sensitive peak perfectly, stimulating you in a way that makes you feel blissful.
One hand tending to your clit, the other on your breasts, and he's digging deep inside of you. That and the mix of his breathy groans was enough to push you over the edge.
“Oh, K-Ken...”
Your legs beg to give out from under you as cum gushes from your entrance. Tiny whimpers fall from your lips but neither you nor Nanami care at this point. He fucks into you harder, drawing out the feeling of ecstasy, wanting your pleasure to last as long as it can before he allows himself the same release.
When your walls feel too sensitive around his cock, you push against his stomach, begging him to let up on your poor fucked out pussy. He only takes this as a sign to fill you up to the brim.
Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking out when there is no more room left for the copious amounts of seed spilling from him. His hips stutter, his pace faltering from the sheer amount of pleasure running through him.
Your pussy sucks him up, milking him dry until his cock is left twitching against your sweet spot with nothing left to give.
Cock still buried deep, he hangs his head low, running one hand down the length of your spine while he grabs some wipes from the back of the toilet. Pulling out slowly, a soft whimper escapes from his lips from how tight your pussy grips his sensitive tip.
Cleaning you up, watching your body twitch as his cum leaks out and the cold wet wipe touches your warm folds, he fixes your clothes carefully before spinning you around to place a wet kiss to your lips.
“I hope you know that when we get back, you’re getting fucked into the mattress for not staying quiet.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Kenny baby,” you say, still half-dazed from your orgasm.
Nanami opens the bathroom door for you, and the professor who has been standing there waiting to use the restroom gives the two of you the most appalled, disgusting look someone could ever give.
“Apologies,” Nanami says, nodding his head and looking down at you with a filthy smirk.
Wasn’t one for breaking the rules. Yeah right.
Hiromi Higuruma
Visiting Higuruma for lunch was your first mistake, the second was ending up with your back pressed against his office bookshelf, hands tied behind your back with his tie, and two fingers in your mouth to muffle the filthy moans wanting to spill from you.
His cock bullies your insides, sliding in rough and fast, leaving no space inside of you empty. Your walls flutter around him, sucking him in when he pulls out to the tip, and clenching down tight when he hits your cervix.
“What a dirty slut. Showing up to my job and begging me to fuck you when everyone is around,” he whispers in your ear, his voice low and rough, soft grunts rumbling out from his chest.
One hand cup your ass, his fingers digging into your plush skin as he picks you up and drops you back down on his cock. The bookshelf rattles behind you, books falling left and right, soft thuds filling the air but neither of you care at this point.
You suck on his fingers, trying your hardest not to moan out of pleasure, knowing you would be punished for it if anyone were to find out what was happening behind his locked door and shut blinds. Hands straining against the tie, your fingers grip the edge of the shelf, trying to steady yourself, trying to find purchase on anything you could to run from his relentless cock.
“Fuck. So goddamn tight around me. All these years fucking you and you still get this wet for my dick.”
His words land deep in your lower belly, sounding like music to your ears as they rasp out in a low whimper. You clench tight around him, whining softly around his thick digits, licking the rough skin of his fingers to soothe the need to be any louder than you already are.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your wet walls, pushing against your cervix over and over again, brushing past your sweet spot. His lower abdomen drags against your clit, stimulating your bundle of nerves just enough to push you closer and closer to your orgasm, your nipples dragging against the jacket of his suit only adding to the pleasure.
Your hips squirm against him, silently begging for more, begging for him to make you feel good like you wanted in the first place. He laughs softly, placing kisses on your neck, trailing up your skin and lingering on your pulse point. He relishes the way your heart races for him, the way sweat beads along your skin for him, the way your body heats up when he fucks you like this.
“Such a needy girl for me, aren’t you,” he coos, placing rough kisses to the soft skin of your ear, biting down hard on your lobe before licking it over to relieve the pain.
His hips snap against your harder, faster, anything you want, anything you need to be cumming on his dick sooner rather than later.
“Think you can be quiet if I take my fingers out,” he asks, tilting his head to the side, watching you nod your head quickly.
He takes his two fingers, wet with your saliva, and brings them down to your swollen clit. Rubbing tight, fast circles onto your bundle of nerves, your back arches against the bookshelf, chasing the feeling of your high that was approaching faster now. Your toes curl, biting your lip hard to muffle any sounds of pleasure wanting to be let go while your nails dig into the skin of your palms.
“Cum on my dick, baby. C’mon, I know you can do it.”
He thrusts up into you hard, his cock twitching against your sweet spot, and your orgasm rushes through you.
Cum gushes from your pussy, leaking down the length of his cock, staining his expensive suit as it splashes out. Wet slaps echo in the room, louder than it should have been, but he can’t stop now. Your pussy clamps down on him, sucking him into your raw walls, pulsing around him as he draws out your high.
“S-shit baby,” he groans, too loud, having to bite his own lip now as his own climax approaches quickly.
Long, thick ropes or warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking out when nothing else will fit inside of you. His cock twitches insistently, spurts of his release slowing down, his finger on your clit along with it while his hips stutter, his pace faltering.
Low groans rumble from his chest, heavy breathing filling the air, hearts pounding out of both your chests as you come down from your highs. The hand on your clit grips your ass, holding you steady as his legs begin to tremble, leaning you hard against the shelf behind you.
Resting his forehead against yours, his breath mingling in the small space between you, your body melts into his. Reaching to your wrists, he quickly undoes his tie, and sets you down on the ground, waiting for a moment to make sure you are steady enough to stand.
“Go home baby. Wear that outfit I like and be ready by the time I get home.”
Toji Fushiguro
Toji’s car is parked right outside of the bar, and after you have one too many drinks, he decides its time to leave. What happens instead is you act bratty and end up on your hands and knees in the back seat with his cock sliding into your leaking pussy.
“Always gotta say some shit. That mouth of yours never fails to get you in trouble, isn’t that right babygirl,” Toji growls, slapping your ass hard, the skin burning from the sharp pain but it quickly turns into pleasure when his cock rubs against your sweet spot.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper, your hand pushing against his lower abdomen, trying to get him to let up on your poor, bruised pussy.
“Don’t run from it now. Too late for sorry’s.”
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your wet walls quickly, filling up every last empty space inside of you until the only thing you could register is him. The alcohol burns in your stomach, your need to cum stronger than ever, too many sensations flood through you. Your nipples drag against the leather seats, your clit swollen and aching, pussy swallowing his cock like it is the last thing you know how to do.
One hand grips your hip, pulling you ass back onto him with each punishing thrust, low grunts rumbling out from his chest and vibrating through your own body. The other hand pushes your head down against the seats, giving him that perfect arch, angling your body just enough to hit your sweet spot over and over again.
“That’s it. Knew you could take it,” he coos, his thumb rubbing in comforting circles against the fat of your hip, the soft touch a contrast to his relentless thrusts.
Drool drips from your chin, soaking the seat below, mixing with the tears that stain your cheeks. Your eyes roll back, obscene moans mixing with his name falling from your lips, and your hand reaches down to your clit to provide some relief.
“Make yourself feel good slut. Maybe you‘ll finally give me a break from that disgusting attitude,” Toji says, barely above a whisper as he begins to feel consumed by your walls clenching down tight on his length.
The fingers working your clit glide down further, grazing the underside of his cock as he slides in and out of your pussy, the light touch leaving him a groaning mess. You grab his balls, massaging them ever so slightly, then squeezing them tight, your nails digging in to the thin skin.
“F-fuck. Gonna make me cum too quick,” he grunts, trying to hold himself back from cumming, the rough touch of your soft fingers driving him insane.
He pounds into you harder, smacking your ass again and again, watching your skin bloom with heat and a print of his hand. You gasp every time, lurching forward just for him to shove you back on his cock again causing you to move your hand back against the seats to steady yourself.
“So wet and tight. All for me to fuck some sense into you.”
His balls slap against your sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure running through your body, making you even more needier than you already were.
The car shakes violently. It wouldn’t be hard to tell what is going on by the soft creak of the metal and the pornographic moans slipping through the cracked window. Toji couldn’t care less. The only thing he did care about was watching his bratty girl cum all on his cock.
“That’s it. Such a slut for me. Cum on my dick. Show me how much you love me baby,” he coos, wrapping one hand around your waist, two fingers gathering slick before rubbing tight, quick circles onto your clit.
His voice is rough and low, his fingers calloused and thick, his cock splitting you open and digging into the deepest parts of you, and it pushes you over the edge you have been on for far too long.
“Jii,” you whine, the sound of your voice honey sweet, the complete opposite of the way your pussy was sucking him in unbelievably tight.
Cum gushes from your pussy, dripping down the length of his cock, creating a mess on the seat below. You whimper loud, unashamed from the way he’s making you feel, drunk and all. Clenching down hard, your walls flutter around him, earning a low groan from Toji, his fingers letting up on your clit ever so slightly but still rubbing just long enough to draw out your high for him to cum too.
“Y-yes. Fuck yes b-baby.”
Burying himself to the hilt, long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking out when there is no room left for anymore. It pools onto the seats below, dripping down your skin and mixing with your own slick and cum. Wet slaps fill the small space, his hips stuttering, his pace faltering as he empties the last spurts of his seed deep inside of you.
He grunts rough, bending over you, his chest to your back where sweat beads against your skin. Body enveloping yours, he presses soft kisses to your spine while he catches his breath, the hand that was on your head now smoothing down the tangled hair.
Your heart pounds out of your chest, breath coming in short gasps, your body trembling underneath him from the lingering remnants of your orgasm.
“Such a good girl for me every single time, but so bratty,” he says, voice low and rough, placing a kiss between each word.
He sits down on one of the seats, pulling you against him, your chest to his. You bury your face in his neck, kissing the skin ever so slightly, your soft lips brushing over his ear.
“Let’s go home and get you cleaned up and in bed. That sound good?”
“Only if you fuck me again when we get there,” you say, smirking slightly against his skin.
Ryomen Sukuna
Sukuna would have you anywhere and everywhere you let him, which is why your bikini bottoms were pulled to the side in the hot tub with his dick stuffed inside you during the middle of a frat party.
In the distance, the sound of cheering floods the air during a game of cup pong, voices just barely heard over the blasting music from speakers inside the house. People mingle around, chilling in the pool, lounging on chairs while smoking blunts or taking shots.
Everyone is either too drunk to notice, or they just simply don’t care. You are pretty drunk yourself, bouncing up and down on his cock, trying your best to be secretive but your need outweighed the shame you might have felt otherwise.
“That’s it babygirl. Make yourself feel good on my dick, yeah?”
His rough voice sends shivers down your spine, his eyes blazing hot down the length of your body, taking in every last inch of skin visible to him.
Your nipples peaking out slightly from your top, your pussy swallowing his cock whole just underneath the water, your ass slapping against his thighs from the harshness of your movements.
Knees digging into the hot tub seat on either side of his thighs, your hands are planted on his chest, keeping you steady despite your frantic movements. The skin of his lower abdomen brushes against your clit, putting just enough pressure on your bundle of nerves to keep you right on the edge of your orgasm.
“Ryoo,” you whine, begging him for something more, letting your body show him that you needed him.
You came onto him in the hot tub, unable to keep your hands to yourself, his frat brothers scrambling out the second Sukuna gave them that look. He could tell you were needy, the alcohol always did find its way to the heat in your lower belly, not that he ever did complain.
Your begging only encouraged him to let you do what you needed to.
“You can do it. Make yourself feel good like the needy slut you are,” he coos, spreading his arms on the edge of the hot tub, leaning back to give you more space to work with.
He tries to act nonchalant but his cock twitches inside you insistently, every press to your cervix has his tip leaking precum, every moan spilling from you when he brushes against your sweet spot has him biting back an obscene groan.
Nothing makes him feel better than the sight of you using his cock to feel good.
His hips thrust up into you ever so slightly on each bounce, the simple move only spurring you on even more, heat pooling in your lower belly the closer your orgasm approaches.
“N-need more, Ryo,” you whimper, nails digging into the rough skin of his chest, hips sinking down on him just to grind your clit harder against him.
Pleasure runs through your body, moans slipping from your lips in hushed tones, head hanging low as you watch your pussy swallow his cock whole. Everything was pushing you closer and closer to the edge you have been chasing.
Your walls flutter around him, earning you a low groan that rumbles throughout his chest, and his control snaps just like that.
His hands find your hips underneath the water, fingers digging into the plush skin, cock buried against your cervix. Pounding into you, he lifts you with ease, and slams you back down, groaning loud enough for anyone in close proximity to hear.
“Always so tight and wet around me,” he growls, fucking you harder, not even trying to hide the fact that you two were clearly having sex.
Your hands move to his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks on his skin, burying your face in his neck to at least try to salvage some of your dignity. His hands move to your ass, gripping the fat while holding you up to pound into you from below. Low grunts leave him the tighter your walls squeeze him, and he’s eager to feel your pleasure wash over you.
“Cum on my dick. I know you can do it pretty girl,” he says, voice barely above a whisper as he gets lost in the feeling of you.
His words sound like music to your ears, The rasp of his deep voice settling in your lower belly, the encouragement in his words has you shattering underneath him.
Cum gushes from your entrance, your walls tightening around his length, moans ripping from your throat as the feeling of ecstasy runs through your veins. Your legs give out, leaving him to do all of the work, but he couldn’t care less.
“F-fuck. Good girl,” he grunts, his grip on your ass growing more punishing the closer he reaches his own climax.
Driving himself to the hilt, long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking out when there is no more room left. His cock twitches inside you, pumping out every last bit of his release until your walls milk him dry.
You slump against him, your body tired while you try to catch your breath and steady your heartbeat. Sukuna places a rough kiss to your hair, running his hands down the length of your back, his cock still buried deep inside you.
“Round two in the shower, then I’ll fuck you into the mattress right after,” Sukuna says, smirking up at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
The two of you step out of the hot tub, him holding your hand to guide you through the crowd of people, walking past other frat brothers on the way inside the house.
“Really great look for the frat, Sukuna,” Nanami says, shooting a sarcastic thumbs up to the two of you.
“Fucking your girl in the hot tub during a party. Could’ve made money off that. What a shame,” Gojo mumbles, tilting his head to the side in amusement.
“Leave them alone. They act like horny teenagers. There is no helping them,” Geto adds, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
Sukuna growls, offering everyone the meanest scowl he could for a guy only worried about taking his girlfriend upstairs to fuck her over and over again.
Choso Kamo
Choso is all soft whimpers and slow strokes in bed. You on the other hand, you are loud, and not afraid to show him how good he makes you feel. He loves hearing your sweet voice and your encouraging words, but he never wants anyone else hearing them either.
Laying underneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck while your nails rake down his back, you moan and whine as his hips roll into yours over and over again. His cock fills your pussy, pushing against your cervix, hips angled up with a pillow so he can brush his cock against your sweet spot with every thrust.
His hands caress your body, one on your hip keeping you steady, the other holding your head from behind, fingers tangling into your hair. The sheets ride low on his hips, not even bothering to push them off before he slid his cock inside you moments before, his hair falling down to frame your face that is screwed into one of pleasure.
“O-oh, Cho, p-please-”
“Shh, baby. C’mon, you know everyone else is here right now,” Choso whispers, burying his face in your neck and kissing the soft skin.
He hates having to tell you to be quiet, it pains him to see you bite your bottom lip to muffle your sounds from his request. He kisses you softly, almost as an apology, but he doesn’t want any of the other frat guys to hear the sweet, honey sounds of your moans.
Those are only for him.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your sensitive walls, pushing in until he hits your cervix, pulling out until your pussy grips his tip in your best attempt to keep him inside. Each time earns you a deep groan, one that rumbles throughout his chest and vibrates against your body, followed by a soft whimper and kiss as he sinks back in.
“You feel so good wrapped around me, baby. Doing so good for me. So tight and warm... all mine, isn’t that right,” he says, whimpering softly when you clench around him from his words of praise.
You nod your head quickly, biting your bottom lip harder, knowing that if you even try to say anything the moan you’ve been holding back would slip free. Pulling him closer to you, you bury your face in his neck instead, leaving dark red marks along his skin while raking your nails down his back and letting your heels dig into the dips of his waist.
“Does this feel go-”
He is cut off by a loud knock on the door.
“Yo, Choso. Let me get an 8th before the party.”
Choso’s cock sinks into your pussy hard and fast, unintentionally, and you can’t keep quiet. Your back arches from the bed, toes curling as a moan rips free from your throat, the tip of his cock twitching insistently against your sweet spot.
“Not right now, bro. I’m fucking busy,” he spits out, irritated that anyone has the audacity to come and bother him, let alone hear you writhing in pleasure beneath him.
“C-Cho, please don’t s-stop,” you beg, squirming your hips underneath him, “I’m so close.”
His attention turns back to you, peppering kisses to your lips, another silent apology for his attention being taken away from you during a time like this to begin with. Hips rolling into you again, your body begs for the relief he could give you, moans softly pouring from your mouth as his rough skin catches against your swollen clit.
“Let me feel you. I need it,” he begs, whimpering softly as your walls gradually squeeze him tighter and tighter the closer your orgasm approaches.
His rough, needy voice sounds like music to your ears, and when he sinks in once more, you’re falling over the edge.
Your body goes rigid, legs locking around his waist, nails digging into his skin while pleasure courses through your body. Cum gushes from your entrance, dripping down his cock and making a mess on his sheets below. Moans fall from you, unable to keep quiet, so he slams his lips against yours and swallows the sweet sounds of you.
“F-fuck baby. That’s i-it,” he groans, hips stuttering, pace faltering as he continues to grind against you.
Walls fluttering around his length, he wasn’t far behind. With a few more thrusts he thrusts himself to the hilt, whimpering and whining against your lips as long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in his release. It leaks out when there’s no more room, and drips down your skin before pooling with your own cum.
Pulling away from the kiss he rests his forehead against yours, his heart pounding out of his chest, warm breath mingling with yours in the little distance between you. Your body feels light and numb, lingering feelings of ecstasy running through you until the warmth of his skin takes over.
“So good for me every time,” he praises, kissing the corner of your mouth, running his hands through your hair to smooth down the tangles he left.
Choso rolls off you, laying on his back and catching his breath before grabbing his phone. Shooting off a quick text, he sits up, pulling on a black dri-fit shirt and some grey sweatpants laying on the ground.
A knock sounds at the door, and he pulls a small baggy out of his nightstand.
You wrap the sheets around your body, propping yourself up on one hand as you watch him open the door. A random frat brother is standing there; cheeks flushing with embarrassment when he sees you sitting there on Choso’s bed.
“Here’s your 8th. Don’t fucking bother me again.”
The irritation in his voice from begin interrupted while fucking you has your pussy wet all over again.
Bakugo is a UFC fighter, you're his girlfriend. But in this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, all of the tension and worry builds into something else...
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You guide him gently toward the bed, your hand resting on the small of his back to keep him steady. He moves like a man in a trance, his footsteps heavy and uneven. The cool air of the bedroom hits your damp skin, but the warmth radiating from Katsuki is enough to keep the chill at bay.
As you reach the edge of the mattress, he practically collapses onto the sheets. He falls back with a loud, exhausted groan, his limbs splaying out as the tension finally leaves his body. He remains still for a moment, staring up at the ceiling with glazed eyes, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest the only sign of his lingering fatigue.
"God," he rasps, his voice barely a whisper. "I think my brain is actually vibrating."
You stand over him for a second, looking down at the man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders in the ring, but who looks so small and fragile in the dim light of your bedroom. The blueish-red maps of his injuries are still vivid in your mind, a stark contrast to the peaceful silence of the room.
He reaches out a hand, his fingers brushing against your hip in a sleepy, instinctive gesture. He wants you there, though he's too far gone to formulate the words. He looks at you, his eyelids drooping, a faint, genuine softness in his red eyes that he only ever reserves for you.
"Get over here, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. "Stop hovering."
You climb into bed beside him, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. As you slide under the covers, you feel Katsuki shift, his body reacting instinctively to your presence. He rolls onto his side, his movements slow and deliberate to avoid aggravating his ribs, and pulls you into his chest with a possessive tug.
His arm drapes over your waist, the weight of it grounding and heavy. You can feel the steady, slow thrum of his heart against your shoulder, the rhythm finally settling into a peaceful pace. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.
"Finally," he mumbles, his voice barely audible, muffled by your skin. "Shutting everything else out for a minute."
The room is dim, the only light filtering in from the hallway, casting long, soft shadows across the walls. The air smells of fresh linen and the faint, lingering scent of the citrus shampoo. For the first time since the fight began, the tension in his muscles has completely evaporated, leaving him soft and pliable in your arms.
He lets out a long sigh, his grip tightening slightly as he pulls you closer, as if trying to merge his body with yours. The silence of the apartment wraps around you, a protective barrier against the chaos of his professional life.
"Y/N," he whispers, his voice trailing off as sleep begins to claim him. "Don't let me... forget how this feels. The quiet."
You lean in and press a soft, lingering kiss to his temple.
Katsuki lets out a breath that sounds like a surrender. He relaxes completely into the mattress, his grip on your waist softening but remaining steady, as if he's anchoring himself to you. The tension that usually defines his posture—the coiled spring of a fighter always ready for the next round—finally snaps, leaving him heavy and warm against you.
"Tch... you're too soft," he mumbles, though he nuzzles closer into the crook of your neck. His voice is a thick, sleepy slur, the arrogance replaced by a rare, raw honesty.
You stay there in the dimness, listening to the slow, rhythmic thrum of his heart. The apartment is silent, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside and the soft synchronicity of your breathing. In this moment, the distance between the nurse and the fighter vanishes. You aren't assessing wounds or worrying about concussions; you're just Y/N, and he's just Katsuki.
He shifts slightly, a small wince crossing his features as he settles his bruised side. Without thinking, you adjust your position to cushion him, providing a gentle support that allows him to stop fighting the pain.
He lets out a contented, rattling sigh, his eyes drifting shut for good.
"Love you... you annoying brat," he whispers, the words barely audible before his breathing deepens into the steady cadence of sleep.
"I love you too," you whisper into his ear, your voice barely a breath in the quiet room.
Katsuki remains still, but you feel a slight tightening of his arm around your waist—a subconscious reflex, a final confirmation of his presence. He is deep in the heavy, restorative sleep of the truly exhausted, his breathing steady and rhythmic against your shoulder. The aggressive, loud-mouthed fighter who commands the attention of thousands in a crowded arena is nowhere to be found; here, in the dim light of your shared bedroom, he is just your partner, finally at peace.
You lay your head back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling where the faint glow of the hallway light casts a sliver of gold across the room. The weight of the day finally begins to slide off your own shoulders. The fear, the anger, and the clinical anxiety you carry as a nurse are all momentarily silenced by the warmth of his body against yours.
You feel the slow, heavy thrum of his heart, a constant beat that tells you he is safe and whole. For now, the ring is far away, and the only thing that matters is the soft rise and fall of his chest.
The steady rhythm of his heart eventually lulls you into a deep, dreamless sleep, the echoes of the day finally fading into a haze of warmth and safety.
However, as you drift, the memory of the evening shifts, slipping back to that singular, charged moment in the bathroom before the exhaustion had fully claimed you both. The air had been thick with steam, the world reduced to the sound of drumming water and the heat of his skin.
You shut the shower door behind you, enclosing the both of you in the steam of the hot shower. The water’s still running, its warm droplets beginning to roll down your body, from soaking your hair to cascading down your chest and abdomen.
Your hand comes down from the toned expanse of his back, straying down his bicep to his hand. Your fingers linger on his, words unspoken. That’s when he finally turns around to face you. His eyes are low as they take in the sight of your bare body before him; he doesn’t miss the way droplets of water cascade down your neck, trickling down your chest and abdomen. He takes a moment to appreciate what he’s seeing, before his eyes come back up to your face, lingering on your lips for a moment.
You lean in, closing the small gap between you, and press your lips against his.
The kiss is tentative at first, a soft questioning of the air between you, but it quickly deepens. Katsuki responds with a low, guttural sound, his hand sliding from his side to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. The heat of his skin is scorching, a sharp contrast to the warm droplets of water that continue to cascade down your shoulders and spine.
You can feel the hard lines of his muscles, the sheer physicality of him pressing into you. His grip is firm, possessive, as if he's trying to anchor both of you in the center of the steam. The scent of citrus and cedar fills your senses, mixing with the metallic tang that always seems to cling to him after a fight.
Slowly, he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze heavy and dark. He remains still for a heartbeat, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip. The silence is filled only by the rhythmic drumming of the shower head against the tiles.
"You still mad at me?" he asks, his voice a rough, low rumble that vibrates through your chest.
You let out a light huff, the corners of your mouth quirking up just a little.
"No," you admit, though your tone remains cautious. "Though I will be if your manager calls again. You need to rest. Just for this week at least."
A small glimmer of hope flickers in your eyes, a silent plea for him to prioritize his health over the climb to the top. Katsuki notices. He clenches his jaw, his expression flickering between his usual stubbornness and a rare, quiet tenderness.
"I'll hold you to that," you murmur, your gaze searching his.
Katsuki lets out a short, huffing laugh, his expression shifting. A cocky smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, that familiar, arrogant spark returning to his red eyes. He looks at you with a sudden, predatory intensity that makes your breath hitch.
"He's not gonna call tonight," he rasps, his voice dropping an octave. "Or tomorrow, or the weekend. Because I'm spending every second of that time with you."
Before you can even process the promise, he ducks down. He captures your lips in a heated, sudden kiss. It isn't the tentative exploration from a moment ago; this is sincere and demanding, tasting of salt and heat. He pours everything into the contact—the frustration of the fight, the relief of being home, and the sheer, raw hunger he has for you.
Your hands instinctively find his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the damp muscles. He responds by gripping your waist with a sudden, firm pressure, hoisting you closer until there is no space left between you. Your bare chest presses against his, the friction of skin on skin under the falling water sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core.
One of his hands snakes down from your waist, sliding over the curve of your hip to find the generous swell of your ass. He grips you with a hunger you can't even name, his fingers squeezing firmly. A sweet, involuntary hum escapes your lips, and you feel your core pulse with an immediate, aching need.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to eliminate any remaining space between your bodies.
The sudden movement catches him off guard, eliciting a sharp, guttural growl from deep in his throat. Katsuki reacts instantly, his hands shifting from your backside to lock firmly under your thighs, hoisting you higher. Your back hits the cool, wet tiles of the shower wall with a soft thud, the contrast of the cold ceramic and his searing body heat making you gasp.
He doesn't break the kiss. Instead, he deepens it, his tongue sweeping against yours with an intensity that mirrors his fighting style—aggressive, dominant, and utterly focused. The water continues to hammer down on both of you, soaking through your hair and slicking your skin, making every slide and press of his body feel frictionless and electric.
Katsuki breaks the kiss just enough to trail his lips down to your jawline, his breath hot against your ear.
"You're really trying to push me today, aren't you, Y/N?" he rasps.
His voice is thick with a mix of lust and amusement. He shifts his weight, pressing his hardness firmly against your center, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you. The friction is agonizingly perfect, sending a wave of heat crashing through your lower abdomen. He lingers there for a moment, teasing the edge of your patience, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck.
You arch your back, pressing your chest and hips firmly against him.
The movement is a silent demand, a surrender to the heat pooling in your stomach. Katsuki lets out a low, jagged growl, the sound vibrating against your skin. He responds by tightening his grip on your thighs, hoisting you even higher until your feet are barely touching the floor.
He shifts his focus, his mouth leaving your neck to find your breast. The warm water of the shower slicks the skin, making his lips glide effortlessly over the curve of your chest. When he finally captures a nipple between his teeth, a sharp spark of pleasure shoots through you. You gasp, your fingers tangling in his spiky, damp blond hair, pulling him closer as if you could merge into one person.
"Fuck, Y/N," he mutters against your skin, his breath hot and erratic. "You're making it real hard for me to be patient."
He pulls back slightly, his red eyes scanning your face with a raw, unfiltered intensity. He looks like he's fighting an internal battle—the desire to be gentle with you versus the primal urge to simply take what he wants. His thumb brushes against your jaw, his expression softening for a fleeting second before that cocky, arrogant smirk returns.
"I've got you," he whispers, his voice dropping to a rough, dangerous register. "And I'm not letting go."
"I want you, Katsuki," you whisper, your voice trembling with a need that overrides any lingering caution.
The words seem to snap the last thread of his restraint. Katsuki lets out a jagged breath, his eyes darkening until the red is almost swallowed by the pupils. He doesn't waste another second on teasing. His grip on your thighs tightens, and with a sudden, fluid motion, he shifts his weight and flips you around.
The transition is quick, leaving you breathless. One moment you're pressed against him, and the next, your front is flush against the cool, wet tiles of the shower wall. The shock of the cold ceramic against your bare chest makes you shiver, but the heat radiating from behind you is an immediate, overwhelming counter.
You feel him settle closely against your backside, the hard length of his cock prodding against the plush of your thigh. You're exposed in this position, your back arched instinctively to present your aching entrance to him. The vulnerability of it is intoxicating; the feeling of his muscular frame looming over you, boxing you in against the wall, makes your skin prickle with anticipation.
Katsuki remains still for a heartbeat, simply savoring the view. His hands move slowly, sliding from your thighs up to rest lightly just above your hips. He isn't rushing anymore. He wants you to feel every second of the wait.
Then, you feel it—two fingers, slick with water and desire, teasing your swollen bud. He circles it in a slow, deliberate motion, a calculated torture that makes your knees buckle. A euphoric sensation blooms deep inside you, and a series of broken moans spill from your lips, echoing in the small, steamy space.
"You missed me this much?" he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous purr against your ear.
You arch your back further, pressing your backside firmly into his touch, silently begging for the friction to intensify.
Katsuki responds with a low, jagged sound in his throat. He thrives on this reaction, his eyes darkening as he watches you tremble under his hand. The slow, circular motion of his fingers accelerates, the stimulation becoming almost too much to bear. Every slide of his skin against yours feels electric, amplified by the warm water that slicks your bodies.
"Pathetic," he murmurs, though the word carries no malice—only a raw, possessive hunger. "Look at you, shaking just from a few fingers."
The teasing ends abruptly. Without warning, his fingers shift from your clit to your tight entrance, pushing inside you with a sudden, remorseless force. You gasp, the air leaving your lungs as you are filled. You're already slick, a combination of the shower's spray and your own desperate need, which allows him to slide in deep.
He doesn't stop at the entry. His fingers curl slightly, searching for that spongy bundle of nerves inside you. When he finds it and brushes against it, you twitch with a jolt of pure ecstasy.
"Shit, Katsuki..." Your voice is a broken whine, your head falling forward against the damp tiles.
He approves of the sound, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your shoulder. He begins to dot love bites down your neck and across your shoulder blades, marking you as his own. The sensation of the cold tiles against your chest and the searing heat of his body behind you creates a dizzying contrast that pushes you closer to the edge.
You reach back, your hand sliding over the slick, warm skin of his thigh to find the hard muscle of his hip. You grip him tightly, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to anchor yourself. The contact is a desperate attempt to bring him even closer, to bridge the tiny gap that remains between your bodies.
Katsuki reacts to your touch with a sharp intake of breath. He doesn't slow down; instead, he increases the pace, his fingers moving with a rhythmic, driving pressure that sends waves of heat crashing through your lower stomach. The intensity is overwhelming, a coil of pleasure twisting tighter and tighter deep inside you.
You press your breasts harder against the damp tiles, the cold surface acting as a strange, grounding contrast to the fire burning between your legs. Your breath comes in short, jagged gasps, your head lolling back against his shoulder.
"Tell me," he rasps, his voice a rough command against your ear. "Tell me how it feels, Y/N."
He knows exactly what he's doing. He can feel the way you're clenching around his fingers, the way your entire body is trembling on the verge of a collapse. He continues to drive those fingers deep, brushing against that sensitive spot with a precision that is almost cruel.
"Katsuki... I can't..." you whine, your voice breaking as the pressure builds to an unbearable peak.
"Please, I'm close!" you cry out, the words barely audible over the rush of the shower.
The plea is the catalyst Katsuki needs. He doesn't hold back, his fingers accelerating into a relentless, driving rhythm that targets that same spongy bundle of nerves with surgical precision. The friction is intense, a searing heat that clashes with the warm water drumming against your skin. You feel the coil of pleasure in your lower stomach tighten to a breaking point, the tension radiating down your thighs and making your legs tremble.
You press your face against the damp tiles, the scent of citrus and steam filling your lungs as the world narrows down to the point of contact between his hand and your body. The build-up is agonizing, a crescendo of sensation that leaves you gasping for air.
Then, it happens. A sudden, violent wave of ecstasy crashes over you, starting from your core and exploding outward. Your internal muscles clench rhythmically around his fingers, pulling him deeper as you ride the peak of the orgasm. A loud, shattered moan rips from your throat, echoing off the shower walls. You remain frozen for several long seconds, your body vibrating with the aftershocks, your breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches.
Katsuki stays pressed against you, his chest heaving, his own breathing heavy and erratic. He lingers for a moment, feeling the way you pulse around him, his eyes dark and clouded with a mixture of pride and raw lust.
"That's it," he rasps, his voice a gravelly low rumble. "Take it all, Y/N."
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“the fuck are you talking about?” he looks at you with narrowed eyes.
“they’re just.. mmm.” you scrunch your brows and lift his shirt. “just wanna rub against em.” you push your lower lip out and trail your fingers over his abs.
“in your panties?” he raises an eyebrow.
“mm-mm.” you shake your head.
“wanna rub your pussy on my abs?” he grabs your wrist.
“yes.” you nod quickly.
“then go on.” he leans back on the pillows and rests his hands behind his head.
you pull of your panties and he clicks his tongue at you to pull off your shirt too. you straddle him with wobbling thighs as you sink down to press against his hardened muscles. you drag yourself against him once and your breath gets caught.
“katsuki.” you plant both of your hands on his chest and start to grind against him.
he flexes his abs and the gasp that leaves your lips has him hardening in his sweats. “makin a mess.” he drags his eyes down your body and looks a the sticky mess you leave behind with every jerk of your hips.
“s- sorry! feels so good.” you hump against him faster.
your nails dig into his chest as you focus on the coil building low in your tummy. he pulls his hands out from behind his head and grip onto your waist to guide your movements. one of his hands slides around and lifts up to spank your ass.
“kats!” you squeal, hips jerking.
“doin good f’me. wanna see you cum just like this.” he nods and lands another spank.
your head bows down, lips parting, thighs shaking fiercely as he flexes and clenches his muscles for your pleasure. he grinds you against him harder, fingers digging into your plush, staring up at every expression that crosses your face.
“i’m- i.. nghhhh!” your hips still and he feels you cumming all over his abs, soft whimpers and gasps slipping from your lips as you collapse against his chest.
“y’know i got a face you can ride too.” he rubs your back as you come down.
⋮ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ┆your a dutiful princess sent to marry the barbarian dragon king of the scarlet region for the sake of an alliance, only to find yourself caught between your terrifying new husband and the fiercely loyal dragon hybrid who slowly becomes just as possessive of you as the king himself.
⧼ 🏵️ ⧽ ∿ pairings 。 ⸝⸝ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader x eijiro kirishima 𓄲 genre ⨾ tropes 。 alternative universe (au: fantasy), romance, arrange marriage, polyamorous romance, mature themes, explicit sexual scenes, pwp 𓏲 contains 。 ᵎᵎ nsfw, 18+ only mdni, language, some world building, barbarian/dragon king!katsuki, dragon hybrid!eijiro, princess!reader, political marriage slight misogyny, slight jealousy, smut, threesome, dirty talks, virgin!reader, dom!katsuki, softdom!eijiro, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected piv sex, multiple orgasm, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, slight degradation, missionary, cowgirl, cuckholding, spit roasting, pet names (princess, sweetheart, queen, good girl) ꩜ ⋆.˚ word count 。 18.8k ꔛ
꒰ star speaks ꒱ ✮ this idea was originally supposed to be just katsuki x reader but considering kiri is katsuki’s dragon companion in the fantasy au made me want to add him. . . and a lot of you thought the same because kiribaku x reader won the poll ( thank you to everyone who voted btw ) 👀 also, this is my version of the fantasy au considering there is not that much lore behind it. this took forever so here it is, ya nasties, hope you enjoy! ‹𝟹
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you were a princess, born with noble and royal blood that carried the weight of generations before you. it was a quiet certainty that had never once been questioned as it settled into every part of your life from the moment you first opened your eyes.
as the youngest princess of the emerald empire, your place in the world had been decided long before you were old enough to understand what it meant, long before you could even speak your own name.
your older brother was raised to be the heir, the future king who would rule with authority and knowledge, taught to lead and command and carry the legacy of your family forward, while you were something else entirely. you were softer in appearance but just as important. a princess who would one day be placed where she was most useful, a piece in the quiet and constant game that was the monarchy.
you were loved, there was never a doubt about that.
it showed in the way your parents looked at you, in way your brother indulged you, in the way the entire palace seemed to soften around your presence. you were the only princess, the youngest child, and you were treated as something precious, something to be protected and cherished, and they spoiled you in ways that made your life comfortable and warm, but even in that warmth there were rules that never changed.
your family was traditional, deeply so, and their love never wavered from the expectations they held for you.
from a young age, you were taught what it meant to be a woman in your position, and those lessons were repeated so often that they became second nature, something you accepted without hesitation.
a woman’s first duty was to be a wife, to stand beside her husband and give him children, however many he desired, without complaint, without question, because that was her purpose. the second duty followed naturally, to be a mother, to raise those children, to nurture them while the husband worked and ruled and carried on the responsibilities outside the home.
it was a cycle that had existed long before you and would continue long after, and you saw it in the women who came before you, in your mother who carried herself with quiet grace as she fulfilled her role, in your grandmother, in your great grandmother, and every woman in your lineage who had done the same without hesitation.
you never questioned it, not once, because it was all you had ever known, and there was a kind of comfort in that certainty.
this is what you are meant to be.
the thought came easily and without resistance, and you accepted it as truth.
while your father spent his time guiding your older brother through the complexities of ruling, teaching him about politics, the history of their land, the alliances and conflicts with foreign nations, you were guided down a different path entirely.
your mother oversaw your upbringing with careful attention, shaping you into what she believed a proper royal woman should be. she taught you discipline, how to hold yourself, how to move, how to speak with intention and restraint, and she taught you grace, the kind that made every action appear effortless even when it was practiced a thousand times before.
you spent countless hours learning what was expected of you, your days filled with lessons in etiquette where every gesture mattered, where the way you held a teacup or greeted a noble could reflect not just on you but on your entire family. you learned to dance, not simply for enjoyment but as a skill, something that would be required of you in court and gatherings, your steps precise and controlled under the watchful eyes of your instructors. you studied cultures beyond your own, memorizing traditions, customs, and expectations of other lands so that one day you would not embarrass your future husband’s court.
and above all else, you were taught obedience. it was a necessity. it would allow you to become the perfect wife you were meant to be.
you listened, you learned, and you never resisted, because there was nothing in you that wanted to. you were good, you were proper, you were everything they needed you to be.
so when the time finally came, when you reached the age where marriage was no longer a distant idea but an immediate reality, you did not protest when the arrangements were made, you did not question the decision when your future was decided for you.
you were told where you would go, who you would marry, and what it would mean for your kingdom, and you accepted it with the same quiet understanding you had always carried.
that was how you found yourself leaving the emerald empire, the only home you had ever known, and being sent to the scarlet region.
the difference between the two lands was impossible to ignore, it settled into your senses the moment you crossed the borders, the shift so stark that it almost felt unreal.
the emerald empire lived up to its name in every sense, a land rich with deep green forests that stretched endlessly, fields of flowers that bloomed in colors that softened the eye, rivers that reflected the sky like glass as they wound through the kingdom. the air there had always felt light, fresh, filled with the scent of earth and life, and the palace itself stood tall and elegant among it all, a place that felt open and welcoming even in its grandeur.
the scarlet region was something else entirely.
it rose from the land like something carved from the bones of the earth itself, a kingdom built atop a massive dark mountain that seemed to loom over everything around it. the stone was not polished or soft in appearance, it was jagged in places, heavy as if it had been shaped by fire and force rather than careful hands. the ground beneath it was uneven, darkened by ash and heat, and the closer you came, the more you could feel the difference in the air. it was thicker, warmer, carrying the faint scent of smoke that never fully disappeared.
the mountain itself stretched high, its peak often hidden behind dark clouds that clung to it as if they belonged there, and somewhere deeper within. there was the constant reminder of the volcano that gave the region its name, a presence that could not be seen fully but was always felt. it was not a place of soft beauty, it was a place that demanded attention. it felt alive in a harsher, more dangerous way, and yet there was something undeniably powerful about it.
the fortress that stood upon it was just as imposing, built from the same dark stone, rising high with sharp edges and heavy walls that spoke more of strength than elegance. it was not delicate, not meant to impress with grace, but with dominance, with the kind of presence that made it clear this was a kingdom that did not bend easily.
this was where you were meant to belong now, far from the green and gentle lands of your home, in a place that burned in scarlet and shadow, where everything far less forgiving.
and yet you stepped forward without hesitation, because this was your duty, and you had always known that one day you would be sent away to fulfill it.
you knew since you were ten.
the memory had settled into you quietly, it wasn’t a shock to you, it was inevitable. it had always been waiting for you even before you were old enough to understand what it meant.
it had been a warm afternoon in the emerald empire.
you had been seated beside your mother, your hands folded neatly in your lap as you were taught to do, your back straight even then because discipline had already rooted itself deep into your bones.
your father and your older brother had been speaking across the long table, their voices calm but firm, their words carrying weight even if you did not fully grasp them at the time. you remembered the way your mother’s hand rested lightly over yours, a silent instruction to listen, to pay attention, to understand that what was being discussed was important.
it was then that you first heard of the treaty.
not just a simple agreement, not just a passing arrangement between two lands, but something far more binding, something that would shape the future of both nations and, though you did not know it yet, your own life.
the emerald empire, prosperous and abundant, a land overflowing with natural wealth, had long held resources that other nations sought after. among them, the most prized were the emeralds themselves, stones that were not only symbols of status and power but also held practical value in trade, crafting, and even in certain forms of energy use that had been developed over time.
the scarlet region, in contrast, was not a land of abundance in that sense, but it held something far more dangerous and far more valuable in times of unrest.
power.
military strength that few could rival.
the treaty, as it had been explained in terms that would later become clearer to you as you grew older, was both an agreement of peace and a formal alliance. it was structured with precision, written in language that left little room for misinterpretation, signed under the authority of both ruling powers to ensure its permanence.
the emerald empire shall supply the scarlet region with an agreed upon and consistent quantity of emerald resources, the amount determined through mutual negotiation and subject to periodic reassessment under stable conditions.
in return, the scarlet region shall provide military support to the emerald empire, offering protection, reinforcement, and armed assistance in times of conflict, threat, or war, under the obligations defined within the alliance.
it was balanced and it made sense, even to those who were not directly involved in politics.
one land provided wealth, the other provided strength. together, they ensured stability, or at the very least, the illusion of it.
but treaties like that were rarely sealed by ink alone.
they required something more binding, something that ensured loyalty beyond written words.
and that was where you came in.
the alliance was finalized not only through the signatures of two rulers but through a betrothal.
between you, the youngest and only princess of the emerald empire and the sole heir of the scarlet region, katsuki bakugo.
you did not know his name at ten in the way you would come to know it later.
back then, it had just been a name spoken among many others, one that held importance but did not yet carry weight in your mind. you had simply listened, your gaze lowered as expected, your fingers resting against your mother’s as she gently squeezed your hand once, a quiet reassurance or perhaps a reminder.
this is your duty.
as you grew older, the details became clearer.
the scarlet region did not follow the same traditions as your homeland. where the emerald empire upheld strict customs, where succession was determined by lineage and only passed on upon death to the oldest son, the scarlet region operated under a different set of rules, ones that were far less rigid and far more dangerous.
there, a ruler could step down whenever they deemed it appropriate. there was no obligation to rule until death. there was no enforced waiting.
at first, it sounded almost freeing, almost progressive in a way that contrasted your own structured upbringing. but as you learned more, as history lessons became more detailed and less softened for your ears, you began to understand what that truly meant.
power did not remain in the hands of those who were unwilling to give it up.
not for long.
stories, whispered at first and then later taught more directly, spoke of rulers who had been found lifeless in their chambers, their bodies still and cold before any official declaration of abdication had been made. others were said to have fallen ill suddenly, their decline too quick, too convenient, leaving the throne open for the next in line.
poison.
assassination.
betrayal.
these were not rare occurrence, they were part of the system.
the scarlet region thrived on strength, and strength was proven not just in battle but in the ability to take and to hold power by any means necessary. it was a land where weakness was not tolerated, where hesitation could mean death, and where loyalty was often conditional.
they were barbaric in nature, as many in your homeland described them, though never in official statements. it was a quiet understanding, one that lingered beneath formal diplomacy.
and yet, despite that, or perhaps because of it, they were powerful.
that power was what your kingdom needed.
that power was what secured your fate.
katsuki bakugo had ascended the throne in his early twenties, far earlier than most rulers in your own land would have ever been allowed to. but his case had been different.
his father had never wanted the crown. that much had been made clear in every account you had heard.
he had ruled because he had to, because the position had been his responsibility, but there had never been any true desire behind it. and so, the moment he believed his son was capable, the moment he was certain that the boy had grown into someone strong enough to take over, he stepped down.
willingly.
a rare occurrence in a land where most rulers had power taken from them rather than surrendered.
that was how katsuki became king.
young, powerful, and already carrying a reputation that spread far beyond the scarlet region itself.
they called him the dragon king.
the title alone was enough to spark curiosity when you first heard it, but the explanation behind it made it something else entirely.
he rode a dragon.
not just any beast, not just some distant creature tamed through force, but one bound to him in a way that was deeper, more personal, more dangerous.
eijiro kirishima is a dragon hybrid and katsuki’s right hand, his closest companion, his weapon, and his ally.
the stories described them as inseparable, two forces that moved as one, their presence on the battlefield enough to turn the tide of war before it had even fully begun. it was said that when the dragon king took flight, when the skies burned with the presence of that creature beneath him, there was no room left for doubt.
fear followed then victory followed short after… always.
and now, that same man was the one you were meant to marry.
though the pair interested you more than anything.
hybrids were rare.
even in lands filled with strange creatures, old bloodlines, and ancient magic that had existed long before kingdoms were ever built, hybrids remained uncommon enough to be spoken about with curiosity and caution. stories about them traveled across nations in whispers and rumors, changing slightly depending on who told them, but one thing always remained the same.
once a hybrid found the one they belonged to, their loyalty became absolute.
it was said they did not serve the way ordinary soldiers served a king. it went deeper than duty and far beyond simple obedience. the bond between a hybrid and their chosen master was something fierce, instinctive, almost animalistic in nature. once formed, it lasted for life.
they protected, obeyed, and stayed.
even death itself was said to struggle separating a hybrid from the one they devoted themselves to.
you had heard stories growing up in the emerald empire. servants whispered about dragon shifters in hushed voices while preparing your baths or brushing your hair. noble women spoke of them with fascination during gatherings while men discussed them as weapons that could change the outcome of wars. some stories painted hybrids as dangerous beasts pretending to be human while others claimed they were more loyal than any knight sworn by oath.
you had never seen one before.
not until now.
the realization settled into you the moment the large doors of the throne room opened.
the room was massive, carved from dark stone that stretched high above your head into towering ceilings supported by enormous pillars etched with old markings and scars from time. fire burned from iron braziers mounted against the walls, their flames casting flickering orange light across the gloomy chamber. unlike the bright halls of the emerald empire filled with sunlight and polished marble, this place felt heavy.
ancient.
the air itself carried the faint scent of smoke and iron.
your footsteps echoed softly as you walked forward.
the king’s council and court lined both sides of the long walkway leading toward the throne, their eyes fixed entirely on you. warriors stood among nobles instead of guards standing separately from politicians like in your homeland. here they seemed to blend together into one brutal court where strength mattered just as much as status.
you could feel their stares. some were curious. some judgmental. some openly assessing you as though trying to determine whether the foreign princess walking toward their king was worthy enough to stand beside him.
still, your posture never faltered. not once.
your head remained high, your expression calm and serene exactly as you had been taught since childhood. every movement was graceful and measured as you walked across the dark stone floor.
your dress stood out immediately against the dullness of the castle.
soft lilac silk flowed around your body with every step, the fabric delicate and elegant beneath the firelight. silver embroidery climbed along the sleeves and bodice in intricate patterns resembling vines and blooming flowers from your homeland. sheer layers of fabric draped from your arms and trailed lightly behind you across the floor.
in this dark place of stone and ash and smoke, the dress almost looked unreal.
the only other strong color in the room came from the red-haired hybrid standing beside the throne.
his hair was bright like burning crimson beneath the firelight, wild and striking against skin. large dragon wings rested folded behind him, the scales along them dark red and gleaming faintly. even from where you stood, you could see sharp scales trailing along parts of his neck and arms while red horns stuck on his forehead.
and his eyes never left the king.
you understood the stories then.
slowly, you reached the foot of the stairs leading toward the throne.
without hesitation, you lowered yourself into a proper curtsy, bowing your head respectfully. though you were royalty yourself, you stood in a foreign kingdom before another ruler. your mother had drilled that lesson into you countless times growing up.
respect the customs of the land you stand in.
your voice was soft and composed when you spoke. “my king.”then you lifted your gaze and finally saw him properly.
katsuki bakugo sat sprawled across the throne like he had been born for it… like the throne itself belonged beneath him.
his vermillion eyes locked onto yours immediately, sharp and intense enough to make your breath still for a moment. his ash blond hair looked messy and untamed as though no one would dare attempt controlling it.
he looked dangerous, beautifully dangerous.
his entire torso was bare, leaving every inch of hard muscle exposed beneath the firelight. scars littered parts of his skin, old marks that only made him appear even rougher, even more intimidating. his body looked carved from stone itself, broad shoulders leading down to a powerful chest and strong arms wrapped with strips of orange fabric around his forearms and hands.
a dark red cape lined with thick fur rested across his shoulders, the heavy material falling behind him while the fur framed his neck. black tattered pants hung low on his hips tucked into worn brown boots that looked made for battle instead of ceremony. and around his neck hung layered necklaces made from stone, jade, teeth, and rough beads that clicked softly whenever he moved.
beside his throne rested a massive broadsword. the blade alone looked large enough to split a man in half.
the room had gone silent.
completely silent.
your eyes remained locked with his as he slowly stood from his throne. the movement alone shifted the atmosphere in the room. he descended the stairs with slow swaggering steps, each one heavy against the stone floor. he did not rush. he looked like a predator approaching something that had caught his attention.
his eyes never left yours.
not once.
when he finally stopped in front of you, his body towered over yours easily.
you suddenly understood why stories about him spread across kingdoms because there was something overwhelming about him, something that demanded attention.
your breath caught quietly in your throat when he suddenly lifted a hand and pinched your chin between his fingers. his touch was rough as it was warm. he tilted your head upward slightly so he could look at you better.
the entire room seemed to hold its breath.
you could feel his gaze dragging across your face slowly, studying every detail in silence for several long seconds… then his lip curled.
“tch. at least they had the decency to send me a pretty little princess.” his voice was rough and deep, carrying easily through the silent throne room.
heat crept beneath your skin instantly.
before you could even react, he scoffed and released your chin before turning away slightly. “i might actually kill them then myself if they had given me one that looked like a mountain troll.”
a few people in the court laughed nervously.
you stayed perfectly still.
then katsuki waved a hand dismissively. “eijiro, send the woman to her quarters.”
the command was directed toward the red-haired hybrid beside the throne.
unlike katsuki’s permanent snarl and sharp gaze, the hybrid smiled warmly at you the moment his name was called.
and somehow, in this cold dark throne room filled with warriors and strangers, that smile was the first thing that felt welcoming.
you walked through the dark halls of the castle in silence, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly against the stone beneath your shoes as the heavy doors of the throne room closed behind you.
in the corridor, the walls were made from dark stone carved rough in some places and smooth in others as though parts of the castle had been built directly into the mountain itself. large torches lined the hallways every few feet, their flames flickering wildly and casting shifting shadows across the walls and floors. the firelight painted everything in deep shades of orange and gold, but it did little to soften the gloom surrounding the place.
there were no large windows letting sunlight spill through the halls. no fresh scent of flowers drifting through open corridors. instead the air carried traces of smoke, leather, iron, and something faintly earthy that reminded you of ash after rain.
in front of you, eijiro walked at an easy pace as he guided you through the winding halls just as the king had ordered.
your eyes drifted toward him quietly.
back in the throne room, nearly all of your attention had been trapped on katsuki bakugo himself. it had been impossible not to stare at him when he looked the way he did sitting upon that throne like some wild king from ancient stories.
now, with the two of you alone in the halls, this was the first time you truly got a proper look at the dragon hybrid.
your gaze slowly scanned over him.
like katsuki, his torso was completely bare beneath the warm firelight, exposing toned muscle across his back and shoulders that shifted with every step he took. his body looked strong in a different way than the king’s. where katsuki carried sharpness and intimidation, eijiro looked sturdy and grounded… protective.
metal pauldrons rested over his shoulders, dark and jagged in shape almost resembling broken pieces of rock layered over one another. leather bracers wrapped around his forearms while fitted leather pants and armored boots completed the rest of his attire. several knives rested securely along the belt around his waist.
but none of that held your attention for long. your eyes kept returning to the scales.
patches of deep red scales spread across parts of his arms and shoulders, blending into his tan skin naturally. more scales traced along the sides of his face near his jaw and temples, catching the firelight whenever he moved.
his hair was a vivid red that matched the horns protruding from his forehead. large leathery wings remained tucked behind him neatly despite their size, the dark red membranes shifting slightly every now and then as he walked.
you had never seen anything like him before.
your staring lasted just a second too long.
eijiro glanced over his shoulder before a grin spread across his face. “y’know, princess, if you keep staring at me like that i’m gonna start thinkin’ you like what you see.”
heat rushed to your face instantly. your eyes widened before you quickly looked away. “i’m so sorry,” you said softly, your voice embarrassed. “i did not mean to stare.” you hesitated for a moment before glancing back at him carefully. “it is just... this is my first time seeing a hybrid in person. let alone a dragon hybrid.”
eijiro let out a warm chuckle. “hey, don’t worry about it,” he said easily, waving a hand dismissively. “seriously. there’s no need to apologize. i get that a lot.”
his relaxed tone eased some of your embarrassment almost immediately.
you looked at him again, more carefully this time. “does it bother you?”
“nah.” he shrugged. “people get curious. especially people from other kingdoms. honestly, i’d probably stare too if i saw somebody with giant wings for the first time.”
you found yourself smiling faintly at that. the sight seemed to encourage him further.
“plus,” he continued with a grin, “you’ve been pretty respectful about it. some people act weird.”
“weird?”
“yeah.” he snorted. “either they’re terrified or they ask if i breathe fire.”
your brows lifted slightly. “can you?”
eijiro barked out a laugh so suddenly that it echoed through the hallway. “okay, see? that one’s fair.”
you lowered your gaze quickly, suddenly feeling foolish. “i apologize. that was inappropriate.”
“hey, no.” he shook his head immediately. “i’m messing with you. i do breathe fire. only on my dragon form though.”
his easygoing nature made conversation strangely comfortable despite how unfamiliar everything around you was. for a moment, the tightness sitting in your chest since arriving at the scarlet region loosened slightly.
“so,” eijiro said after a moment, glancing at you curiously. “what’s the emerald empire really like?”
your expression softened. “It is beautiful,” you answered quietly. “very different from here.”
you looked around the dim hallway before continuing.l “there are gardens everywhere. flowers grow along most parts of the palace grounds and the walls are covered with vines and roses during warmer seasons.”
eijiro listened closely. “sounds nice.”
“It is peaceful,” you admitted. “the air smells sweet during spring.”
“huh.” he smiled. “guess this place probably feels kinda… intense compared to that.”
you hesitated before nodding slightly. “a little.”
he laughed softly. “yeah, sounds about right.”
for a few moments the two of you continued walking while talking quietly.
you asked him questions about the castle, about the scarlet region, about dragons and hybrids. he answered all of them openly, seeming almost excited by your curiosity rather than annoyed by it.
in return, he asked about your home, what kind of things you liked, whether all nobility in the emerald empire were taught so formally.
“pretty much,” you admitted softly.
“that sounds exhausting.” eijiro said.
“it can be.” you let out the faintest laugh.
eijiro glanced at you again before speaking carefully.“you nervous?”
you knew immediately what he meant. your fingers tightened lightly together.
“about the king?”
he nodded.
you were quiet for a moment before speaking honestly. “i do not think he likes me.”
eijiro suddenly laughed. not cruelly, almost fondly. “trust me,” he said, shaking his head. “you’d know if katsuki doesn’t like you.”
“I would?” your brows furrowed slightly.
“oh, definitely.” he grinned. “he’s not exactly subtle.”
you thought back to the throne room. to the way katsuki had looked at you, the roughness in his voice, and to the way his fingers had held your chin.
your face warmed slightly at the memory.
eijiro noticed immediately and grinned wider. “see?”
you quickly looked away. “i simply assumed he was displeased by this arrangement.”
“well,” eijiro admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, “he definitely wasn’t happy about being forced into marriage at first.”
your chest tightened slightly, but before you could speak, he continued.
“katsuki’s just bad with people sometimes. especially women.”
you blinked. “women?”
“pretty women,” he corrected with a teasing grin.
you looked down immediately, embarrassed at his constant compliments towards you.
eijiro laughed softly again before continuing more gently. “seriously though, don’t overthink him too much. he’s rough around the edges but he’s a good person. you’ll see pretty soon how he actually is when he dislikes somebody.”
the conversation slowly drifted again before you asked quietly, “how long have you known him?”
eijiro’s expression softened immediately. “since we were kids.”
you looked up at him curiously while he smiled faintly down at you.
“hunters caught me when i was eight,” he explained. “dragon hybrids sell for a lot depending on where you are.”
your eyes widened slightly. you remembered learning about how hybrids treated in some parts. some were either killed and butchered to be sold for their parts, or they were sold for entertainment. hybrids were rare as it is, but dragon hybrids were even more rare making them more valuable.
“they kept me trapped for a while.” his tone remained casual but you still felt sadness curl in your chest. “katsuki found me,” he continued. “he was around eight too. little psycho fought grown men with a knife.”
you stared at him as you listened, trying to take it all in.
“seriously. kid was terrifying… and i was a kid!” eijiro laughed.
you could strangely imagine it. after seeing katsuki earlier, just from that brief interaction, you can already tell he was much of a menace at eight as he is now.
“he saved you.” you said.
“yeah.” his voice softened. “and i stayed with him after that.”
“you are loyal to him. i’m not surprised.” your gaze drifted toward his wings.
eijiro looked at you for a moment before nodding once. “always.”
something about the way he said it made the old stories about hybrids echo through your mind again.
once a hybrid found the one they belonged to, their loyalty became absolute.
eventually, the two of you stopped in front of a massive pair of doors at the end of a quieter hallway.
“welcome to your new quarters, princess.” eijiro pushed them open.
you stepped inside slowly and was met with an enormous room.
dark stone walls surrounded the space but heavy curtains in deep crimson softened parts of it while large fur rugs covered portions of the floor. a massive fireplace burned along one side of the room, filling it with warmth. shelves carved from black wood lined the walls while candles flickered across various surfaces. the bed itself was enormous, layered with thick dark fabrics and furs.
despite the roughness of the castle’s aesthetic, the room still felt strangely luxurious.
eijiro watched your reaction carefully. “i know it’s probably completely different from your home,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “but the king made sure your quarters were comfortable for you.”
your eyes widened slightly. “he did? really?”
eijiro smiled sheepishly. “well... not really.”
your brows lifted in confusion at that.
“but he approved of all the things brought to your room! so that’s something!”
you could not help the soft laugh that escaped you. he reminded you strangely of a large puppy, earnest and friendly.
“thank you, eijiro. truly.” you nodded politely.
his grin returned immediately. “no problem. you are the future queen of the dragon lord. i live to serve you for you are his.”
his.
he stepped back toward the doorway. “i’ll send your new servants in to help with your bath before you retire for the night.”
“thank you.” you nodded again.
“get some rest, princess.” with that, he stepped outside and slowly closed the large doors behind him.
silence settled over the room.
you stood there for a long moment before slowly walking deeper inside, taking every little thing in. finally, you sat down carefully on the edge of the massive bed. your fingers brushed against the heavy sheets beneath your hands.
it was soft, warm… and foreign.
your gaze drifted slowly around the unfamiliar room.
this is my home now.
and for the first time since arriving in the scarlet region, the reality of it truly settled into your chest.
the last couple of weeks quickly fell into a repetitive pattern that slowly wore away at your patience no matter how hard you tried to remain understanding about the situation.
every morning you would wake up inside your chambers high within the dark stone walls of the scarlet fortress and ask one of the servants or guards whether the king was available, only to receive the same carefully rehearsed answers in return.
the king was occupied. the king was handling important matters. the king had already left the castle grounds before sunrise.
after hearing those excuses day after day, you eventually stopped asking as often because humiliation started creeping beneath your skin each time another servant avoided your eyes while informing you that your own betrothed apparently had no time for you.
most of your days were spent alone inside your chambers afterward. you ended up reading nearly every single one of the books on your shelves out of sheer boredom.
the books inside the scarlet region were nothing like the gentle romances and elegant poetry collections kept inside the libraries of the emerald empire. these stories were brutal and excessive and strangely honest about the people who lived within this kingdom.
there were tales about ancient wars fought between dragon riders that ended with entire mountainsides collapsing beneath fire and bloodshed. there were stories about barbarian kings who conquered lands with their bare hands and queens who poisoned enemies during feasts. some books were so violent that you occasionally found yourself staring blankly at the pages afterward trying to understand how someone even thought to write such horrifying details.
others were scandalously inappropriate.
one evening you accidentally spent an entire hour reading a story about a warrior taking a noblewoman against a castle wall. one of your handmaidens nearly dropped a tray in shock after realizing what you were reading. afterward she refused to look you directly in the eyes for the rest of the night while you quietly closed the book and pretended not to understand why her face had turned bright red.
still, despite the strange books and lonely silence surrounding most of your days, there was one part of your routine that you genuinely began looking forward to.
eijiro.
the dragon hybrid visited you almost every single day without fail.
sometimes he would arrive during breakfast and keep you company while the two of you ate together inside your chambers. other times he would take you through different sections of the castle while explaining the history behind certain halls and statues carved into the stone walls.
he told stories easily and enthusiastically, often speaking with his hands while his large red wings shifted behind him whenever he became excited.
unlike katsuki, who felt sharp and difficult to approach, eijiro was warm in a way that made conversation come naturally.
he answered your endless questions without irritation.
he explained the volcanoes surrounding the scarlet region and the old traditions involving dragon riders. he told you about battles fought generations ago and pointed out ancient carvings etched into the fortress walls. sometimes he made you laugh without meaning to. sometimes you caught yourself smiling more around him than you had since arriving here.
over time, your nervousness around the hybrid slowly faded.
and if you were being honest with yourself, there were moments where you quietly wondered who exactly you were supposed to be marrying. because while katsuki bakugo remained nothing more than a distant shadow constantly avoiding your presence, eijiro kirishima was the one actually beside you every day.
by the time three weeks had passed since your arrival in the scarlet region, you realized with growing disbelief that your wedding was only a week away.
a single week and yet you still had not properly spoken to katsuki since the first day you arrived. the realization irritated you more than you cared to admit.
that evening you sat in front of the vanity mirror inside your chambers while slowly brushing through your hair with careful strokes. soft firelight flickered across the room while one of your handmaidens prepared fresh oils nearby. you were waiting for eijiro again because he promised earlier that morning he would visit after finishing training with the soldiers.
you had begun expecting him.
which was exactly why surprise shot through you when the chamber doors suddenly burst open hard enough to slam against the stone walls.
your head snapped upward immediately.
katsuki bakugo stood in the doorway.
for a second, the entire room felt painfully still.
his broad figure nearly filled the entrance as firelight danced across his exposed skin and the heavy fur draped around his shoulders. his ash blonde hair looked slightly messy like he had run his hands through it repeatedly and those sharp crimson eyes locked onto yours instantly with an intensity that made your breath catch inside your throat.
it had been weeks since you last saw him.
weeks.
slowly, you stood from your seat before lowering your head respectfully. “my king,” you greeted softly. “what an honor it is to finally be graced by your presence.”
katsuki stared at you for a moment before clicking his tongue. “quit talking like that,” he muttered as he stepped further inside the room. “you sound like one of those damn council fossils.”
you lifted your gaze carefully toward him. “forgive me. i was simply trying to greet my future husband properly.”
“yeah, well, stop it.” he said, and despite his harsh tone, his eyes remained fixed on you far too intensely for comfort.
you slowly set the brush down against the vanity table. “to what do i owe this sudden visit?” you asked calmly. “i assumed you were occupied with your duties… as usual.”
something unreadable flashed across his expression at that.
then you continued before he could answer.
“it has been difficult, i must say. when the king is always occupied with ‘state affairs’ and his right hand is the only one willing to provide a tour of the grounds.”
katsuki’s jaw immediately tightened. “hair-for-brains has been babysitting you?” he asked sharply.
you frowned slightly at the insult. “eijiro has been kind,” you corrected as you stepped away from the vanity. “he told me about the volcanoes, the dragon-kin, the hybrids, and the history of this region. he has been a better guide than my own betrothed.”
a rough laugh escaped katsuki though there was no real amusement behind it. he moved closer until the warmth rolling off his body surrounded you completely. “kirishima’s an idiot who gives away secrets for free,” he scoffed. “if you wanted to know about this kingdom, you should’ve come to the source, not the help.”
your eyebrows lifted slightly. “i tried,” you answered, your voice firmer than expected. “every time i approached your chambers, your guards informed me you were busy breathing fire at your generals. eventually i began wondering if you were hiding something.”
for the briefest second, something shifted across his face. his stare softened just enough to notice before the scowl returned again. “i wasn’t hiding,” he said roughly. “i was preparing. do you have any idea what it takes to merge an emerald seat with a scarlet throne? despite the treaty, the court is looking for a reason to tear you apart the moment you step onto the altar.”
the words struck harder than you expected. your breath caught quietly in your throat and for a moment, you simply stared at him.
you had known this marriage was political from the very beginning. kingdoms did not bind themselves together through royal blood for romance. this union meant trade routes, military alliances, security, power, stability between two lands that could strengthen each other greatly. you understood that. you had been taught that since childhood.
but despite understanding all of that, despite knowing nobles could be cruel and proud and difficult, a part of you still had not expected that there were truly people within this castle who looked at you and saw someone unworthy.
you had crossed an entire continent for this marriage, you had left your home behind, your family, your kingdom, everything familiar, and somewhere within these dark stone halls, there were people waiting for you to fail.
they were watching and judging you, hoping you’d slip and fall and break you neck on the way down.
katsuki reached toward you suddenly, his gloved hand hovered near your chin. for a brief second, it looked as though he intended to touch you. then his jaw tightened sharply and he pulled his hand back with visible irritation, almost seeming angry at himself for the impulse.
“i didn't have time for royal pleasantries,” he growled. “but since you and shitty hair seem to have hit it off so well, i suppose you’ve learned enough to hold your own.”
despite yourself, your lips twitched faintly. “i’ve learned that the king is temperamental, guarded, and apparently very jealous of his second-in-command,” you said softly, tilting your head.
katsuki froze, his eyes widened for the briefest moment before narrowing into dangerous slits, a low sound rumbled from deep in his chest.
it sent a chill crawling down your spine.
“jealous?” he repeated sharply. “don't flatter yourself. i just don't like what’s mine being lectured by a soft-hearted mutt.”
his words made something uncomfortable twist in your chest.
your his property.
slowly, you stepped closer toward him until barely any space remained between your bodies. you could feel the heat radiating from him like fire against your skin.
“is that all i am to you?” you asked quietly. “property?”
katsuki stared down at you, his pupils shifted strangely. the sharp crimson of his eyes darkened until the color looked molten beneath the torchlight.
when he leaned closer, your breath caught, his forehead nearly brushed yours. “you’re a week away from being the queen of the scarlet region,” he said in a low gravelly rasp. “you’re not property, princess.” his gaze dragged across your face slowly, too slowly. “you’re the only thing in this godforsaken fortress that isn't made of ash.”
your heart stumbled painfully inside your chest. before you could respond, he continued.
“and if you think i’ve been busy playing soldier, you’re wrong.” he leaned even closer, close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. “i’ve been making sure that when you finally walk down that aisle, no one is left alive who thinks they can challenge us.”
us.
“eijiro kept you distracted,” he muttered. “i kept you safe.”
silence filled the room after that.
your mind struggled to keep pace with everything he was saying.
you had thought he hated this arrangement. thought he was avoiding you because he wanted nothing to do with you. yet now he stood before you speaking about protecting you as though it had become his responsibility long before you ever wore his name.
“there are truly people here who oppose me that much?” you asked quietly.
katsuki scoffed. “there are people here who’d oppose the sky if it changed color for too long.” he stepped back slightly before dragging a rough hand through his ash blonde hair.
“the scarlet court is full of old bastards obsessed with bloodlines and strength. you’re foreign, soft, and refined. they think emerald nobles spend more time playing music than surviving winters. despite the benefits this wedding can give our kingdom, they don’t think you’re fit to be queen.”
“that is not true.” your brows furrowed faintly.
“i know that,” he snapped immediately. “they don't.” his jaw clenched again. “they think you’ll break.”
something stubborn rose inside your chest at that. you lifted your chin slightly. “and what do you think?”
his eyes locked onto yours instantly, intensely burning. “i think,” he said slowly, “that anybody who crossed kingdoms to marry into this hellhole without crying halfway through has more spine than half the idiots sitting in my council chamber.”
heat rushed unexpectedly into your face.
before you could answer, katsuki abruptly turned away. “come with me.”
“what?” you blinked.
“you heard me.” he strode toward the door.
confusion crossed your face immediately. “your majesty, where are we going?”
“tch. just move.”
you hesitated only a second before following after him and the moment you reached him, his hand suddenly grabbed yours. your breath caught sharply. his grip was large and rough and overwhelmingly warm around your hand.
before you could react properly, he yanked you forward behind him. “quit dragging me,” you gasped softly.
“quit dragging your feet.”
the chamber doors burst open as he pulled you into the corridor.
the dark halls stretched endlessly ahead, lit by fire torches burning against black stone walls. shadows flickered across the floors as servants quickly moved aside at the sight of the king storming through the castle with his future queen in tow.
you struggled slightly to keep pace with his long strides. “where are we going?” you asked again.
“you ask too many questions.”
“that usually happens when someone drags another person through a castle without explanation.”
he shot you an irritated glance over his shoulder. “you wanted to know why i’ve been busy so badly, right?”
you blinked. “yes…”
“then shut up and keep walking.”
despite his harsh tone, he never let go of your hand, not once. and somehow that fact lingered in your mind more than anything else.
katsuki continued dragging you through the castle halls with long aggressive strides that forced you to keep close behind him if you did not want to stumble over the hem of your dress. his hand remained wrapped tightly around yours, rough and calloused from years of swordsmanship and battle, his warmth almost startling against your softer skin.
you tried not to stare too openly at everything around you, but it was difficult. the scarlet region fascinated you. even after weeks of exploring with eijiro it still felt foreign to you.
your eyes drifted upward as you noticed enormous carvings etched into the high ceilings.
“those are incredible,” you murmured softly.
katsuki glanced upward briefly before grunting. “hm.”
you looked back at him. “what do they mean?”
“they’re old carvings.”
“i can see that.”
his eyes flickered toward you and for a second, you thought you caught amusement there, almost hidden. “smart mouth,” he muttered.
“i was simply asking.” you blinked innocently at him.
he clicked his tongue before finally answering. “they tell the story of the first kings. every ruler in the scarlet region traces their bloodline back to them.”
you looked back toward the carvings again with interest. the dragons were enormous in the stone art, wings spread wide across the ceiling while warriors stood beneath them holding weapons toward the sky.
“so the real dragons did come first?”
“obviously.”
“you do realize not everyone grew up here, yes?”
“annoying.” he let out a sharp exhale through his nose. despite the insult, he still answered. “before the kingdoms were built, dragon ruled these mountains. then people started worshipping them. eventually the strongest warriors bonded with them.”
“bonded?” your eyes widened slightly.
“dragon pacts.” his grip tightened faintly around your hand as he continued leading you down another hallway. “some humans formed bonds with dragon-kind. loyalty for loyalty. strength for strength.”
your thoughts immediately drifted toward eijiro. “is that why hybrids exist?”
“partly.”
“you sound reluctant to explain.” you looked at him curiously.
“because you ask too many damn questions.”
“and yet you keep answering them.”
he shot you another look over his shoulder. this time you definitely saw it, the corner of his mouth twitched. gone almost immediately.
he’s enjoying this.
you followed him down a massive staircase leading deeper into another section of the castle. the air grew warmer the lower you went, enough that you could feel heat brushing against your skin.
“why is it hotter here?” you asked.
“lava tunnels under the mountain.”
your eyes widened. “there is lava beneath the castle?”
“we’re built into a volcanic mountain, princess. what did you think was under us?”
you stared at him. “rocks?”
he barked out a laugh suddenly, a real one. rough and sharp but genuine enough that it echoed through the corridor. “unbelievable.”
heat crept into your cheeks at the sound. you had not expected him to laugh, especially not because of you.
the two of you continued walking until the hallway opened into a massive chamber lined with weapons mounted against the walls. swords. axes. spears. shields. some looked old enough to belong in museums while others appeared freshly sharpened.
you slowed immediately. “this is beautiful.”
“it’s an armory.” katsuki snorted.
you stepped closer toward one of the blades hanging on the wall. the sword was massive, far larger than anything you had ever seen used back home.
“people actually fight with these?” you asked.
“what the hell do you think they’re for?” he spat, his eyebrows furrowing as he spoke.
you glanced at him carefully. “you truly speak as though every question pains you.”
“because half your questions have obvious answers.”
“for you, perhaps.”
he stared at you for a moment before crossing his arms over his bare chest. “you really know nothing about this place.”
there was no mockery in his voice this time. only observation.
you looked down briefly. “i was taught about diplomacy between kingdoms and trade agreements and court etiquette. not weapons and volcanoes and dragon pacts.”
silence settled between you for a brief moment.
then katsuki spoke again, quieter this time. “that explains a lot.”
“what does that mean?” you looked back at him.
he shrugged. “you walk around this place looking at everything like you got dropped into another world.”
“perhaps i did.”
his gaze lingered on your face longer than necessary. you felt suddenly aware of how close he stood, how large he was compared to you, and how intense his eyes became whenever he looked directly at you.
your fingers tightened slightly around the fabric of your dress, trying to steady yourself before you cleared your throat softly. “what are scarlet region weddings like?”
“why?” katsuki’s brows furrowed immediately.
“because i’m marrying you in a week.” you said with an obvious tone of sarcasm.
“unfortunate for you.”
you ignored that as you asked again. “i would like to know what to expect.”
he sighed dramatically before leaning against one of the stone pillars nearby. “there’s a ceremony.”
you waited for more, but he stared back blankly.
“…that tells me nothing.”
“there’s fire. vows. drinking. fighting.”
your eyes widened. “fighting?”
“friendly fighting.”
“those are two words that should not belong together.”
“depends who you ask.” he shrugged.
you could not help the quiet laugh that escaped you.
katsuki’s eyes flickered toward your mouth immediately at the sound. you noticed it again and suddenly forgot how to breathe correctly for a second.
“what about emerald empire weddings?” he asked abruptly.
you blinked at the sudden question. “ours are more formal.”
“sounds boring already.” katsuki rolled his eyes as if he regrets asking.
“there is music and dancing.”
“boring.”
“poetry readings.”
he looked at you, horrified.
you smiled despite yourself. “decorated gardens.”
“if anybody forced me into a garden for my own wedding i’d burn it down.” he said, his expression tight as if he was already picturing it in his head.
you laughed at the look on his face while katsuki stared at you like he had never heard that sound before, like he wanted to keep hearing it. the realization made warmth spread slowly across your chest.
maybe he truly was avoiding me because he did not know what to do with me.
and somehow that thought felt far more dangerous than hatred ever could have been.
a week passed after your walk through the castle with katsuki, and somewhere within those seven days, something between the two of you shifted. it was not a dramatic shift. there had been no grand confession or sudden tenderness that transformed him into a different man overnight.
katsuki bakugo remained exactly who he was. he was still rough around the edges, still aggressive in the way he spoke, still impatient whenever somebody irritated him which happened often enough that you were beginning to think irritation was simply his natural state of being.
but despite that, things changed.
he was still busy constantly buried beneath matters of court and military discussions and whatever else dragged the dragon king away for hours at a time, but now he made space for you within those busy days.
sometimes he would appear at your chambers without warning only to stay for a few moments.
you would be seated near the fire reading one of the strange books from the scarlet region shelves when the door would suddenly swing open, revealing katsuki standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.
“what are you reading?”
you had looked up in surprise the first time it happened. “a history book.”
he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “why?”
“because i enjoy learning.”
“sounds miserable.”
yet he still walked over and glanced down at the pages resting in your lap before grunting.
another time, he had appeared during your evening meal and simply sat down across from you without invitation. you remembered staring at him while servants awkwardly scrambled to bring another plate.
“your majesty?”
“what?”
“you are in my chambers.”
“obviously.”
then he started eating your food as though he had always belonged there.
sometimes he barely spoke during those visits. he would simply sit nearby while you read or embroidered or drank tea. strangely enough, the silence never felt uncomfortable.
other times, he joined you and eijiro during your walks through the castle grounds.
those were perhaps your favorite moments.
eijiro would be speaking enthusiastically about some story from his childhood only for katsuki to suddenly appear beside the two of you with an irritated scowl already on his face.
“why the hell are you telling her that story again?” katsuki would ask.
“because she likes hearing it,” eijiro would laugh.
“your stories are stupid.”
“you listened to all of them too.”
“shut up.”
yet he would stay, always.
and slowly, without realizing it, you started learning him in pieces.
you learned that he hated overly sweet wine but liked stronger drinks that burned your throat. you learned that he became quieter whenever he was exhausted instead of louder. you learned that although he complained constantly, he still noticed everything around him with sharp frightening precision. you learned that whenever he was thinking deeply, his fingers tapped against whatever surface was nearest. you learned that he looked at you intensely even during moments when he thought you were not paying attention.
and before you fully realized it, the day of your wedding arrived.
you stood outside the massive doors leading toward the throne hall with your heart pounding heavily inside your chest. the halls around you glowed with torchlight while distant music echoed through the stone corridors.
your wedding dress felt heavier than anything you had ever worn before.
scarlet region wedding attire differed greatly from the soft flowing gowns worn in the emerald empire. instead of delicate fabrics and flowers, your gown was designed like something worthy of a queen standing beside a warrior king.
the dress clung tightly around your torso with dark crimson fabric embroidered with thin golden threads shaped like dragon scales. the sleeves draped long around your arms while black sheer fabric layered beneath the heavier crimson silk. gold chains decorated your waist and hips, hanging against the fabric with tiny ruby stones attached to them that caught the firelight whenever you moved.
the neckline dipped lower than dresses from your homeland normally allowed, exposing the tops of your collarbones where matching gold jewelry rested against your skin. even your veil was different. instead of white lace, dark red fabric trailed behind you like smoke.
you barely recognized yourself.
then, the massive doors slowly opened and heat rushed into the hall immediately.
inside, the throne room had transformed completely. huge fires burned from enormous iron braziers positioned throughout the chamber while crimson banners hung from the towering walls. drums echoed loudly through the room in a deep steady rhythm that vibrated through your chest. warriors stood lining the aisle holding torches while musicians played harsh beautiful melodies from instruments unfamiliar to you.
this was nothing like emerald empire weddings filled with soft music and flower petals.
before you knew it, you were walking down the aisle and all eyes turned toward you immediately. the eyes of court katsuki’s councilmen, foreign guests from distant lands, warriors dressed in heavy armor, and nobles covered in jewels and furs.
you spotted katsuki’s parents seated near the front. the former king looked relaxed despite the importance of the ceremony while his wife sat beside him watching everything sharply. you had met them during your first week in the scarlet region and quickly realized katsuki had inherited more from his mother than his father. mitsuki bakugo possessed the same fierce presence as her son though hers carried far more control.
your gaze shifted toward the opposite side where your own family sat. your mother already looked emotional, clearly trying not to cry. your father sat tall with pride written across his face. your older brother, however, looked like he was considering starting a war simply to drag you back home.
you almost smiled. when your eyes met his, you gave him a reassuring look.
i’m alright.
slowly, your attention moved again, then you spotted eijiro.
the dragon hybrid stood near the front dressed in dark ceremonial armor lined with crimson detailing. the moment he saw you looking toward him, his entire face lit up with the biggest grin.
it was so warm and genuine that you nearly laughed. you quickly hid the smile threatening your lips before finally looking ahead.
and there he was.
katsuki.
your future husband stood waiting near the throne platform.
for once, his chest was not bare. instead, he wore ceremonial battle robes made from black and deep crimson fabric layered with pieces of dark armor over his shoulders and forearms. fur lined the heavy cape hanging behind him while gold clasps shaped like dragon claws held it together across his chest. thick leather belts wrapped around his waist where a dagger rested beside an ornate sword.
he looked terrifying, beautifully terrifying.
his vermillion eyes locked onto yours instantly and as you approached him, you noticed his gaze slowly travel over your body, from your face, to your dress, to the jewelry against your skin, then back to your eyes again.
the look in his expression made heat crawl into your cheeks.
the ceremony began shortly after.
instead of gentle vows spoken softly between lovers, scarlet region traditions felt almost ritualistic.
the officiant stood before a massive fire while chanting ancient words in the old tongue of the region. wine was poured into ceremonial goblets. your hands and katsuki’s were bound together briefly with crimson cloth symbolizing unity through blood and kingdom.
through most of it, you barely listened because katsuki kept staring at you, and somehow, you realized you were staring back just as much.
the rest of the room blurred around you. time itself felt strange and distant. until finally the officiant spoke again.
“seal this union beneath fire and blood.”
eyes widened slightly and before you could even fully process the words, katsuki suddenly grabbed the back of your neck. a sharp breath escaped you then he pulled you toward him.
his lips crashed against yours.
the kiss stole every coherent thought from your mind instantly.
he kissed you firmly without hesitation, one hand gripping the back of your neck while the other settled against your waist. heat flooded through your entire body as his mouth moved against yours with rough confidence that left your knees weak beneath the heavy layers of your gown.
oh gods.
your fingers instinctively grabbed the front of his ceremonial robes. you could hear distant cheering erupting around the throne room, but it sounded muffled beneath the pounding of your heartbeat.
when he finally pulled away, your lips tingled painfully, you stared at him completely stunned. katsuki’s eyes looked darker somehow, his thumb brushed briefly against your waist before he stepped back.
the celebration afterward became a blur of noise and firelight and endless drinking.
true to scarlet region tradition, there were fights just like katsuki mentioned.
warriors and duelists stepped into the center arena one after another while crowds roared around them.
sero hanta from katsuki’s inner circle defeated one soldier after a brutal sword fight that ended with both men bleeding and laughing. denki kaminari won his own match shortly afterward while shouting obnoxiously toward cheering spectators.
eijiro fought next.
you found yourself watching in amazement as the dragon hybrid moved with terrifying strength and speed before ultimately defeating his opponent.
then came katsuki.
the entire room seemed to erupt when the king stepped forward. his opponent looked almost honored to stand across from him.
the fight started with swords.
metal clashed violently beneath roaring cheers while sparks flew from each impact. katsuki fought like something feral unleashed into battle. he was aggressive, brutal, and overwhelming.
eventually the swords were discarded. then they were on the ground beating each other bloody.
you sat perfectly composed at the royal table, but beneath it, your hands gripped tightly against your dress. stress twisted painfully in your chest.
suddenly, warmth covered one of your hands.
you looked beside yourself and found eijiro smiled reassuringly at you. “don’t worry,” he said gently. “katsuki’ll be fine. i’ve seen him survive worse.”
you swallowed slightly. “that is not comforting.”
he laughed softly. “when we were sixteen he fought three mountain raiders at once after getting stabbed in the shoulder.”
“what?” your eyes widened in horror.
“he won.”
“that really does not make it better.”
eijiro grinned at your expression of worry.
your eyes shifted back toward the fight where katsuki slammed the other man hard into the ground making you winced. “besides… it’s not him i’m worried about,” you admitted quietly.
eijiro blinked before immediately understanding, then he chuckled. “ah.”
you looked at him helplessly. “that poor soldier.”
“trust me, he’s honored.”
you stared at him incredulously, not entirely sure what to reply to his reassurance.
eijiro leaned closer slightly before explaining. “in the scarlet region, it’s tradition to fight for the person you love.”
your brows furrowed.
he nodded toward the arena. “me and the others fought earlier because we’re unwedded. it’s meant to show strength, protection, and devotion for our future partners.” then he looked toward katsuki. “but katsuki’s fight is different.”
“different how?” your stomach tightened.
eijiro’s smile softened. “the longer the fight goes and the more blood he draws from his opponent, the deeper the devotion is believed to be.”
you froze completely.
eijiro continued quietly. “he’s fighting for you, my queen.”
shock rushed through you instantly. you had never heard of this tradition before, never read about it, never learned it during your lessons back home. yet suddenly everything felt different watching katsuki fight down there beneath roaring firelight.
every brutal strike, every drop of blood, every second that continued was for you.
eventually the soldier finally collapsed from exhaustion and blood loss.
the room erupted into cheers.
breathing heavily, katsuki straightened before immediately turning his head toward you, his eyes locked onto yours across the hall then slowly, a smirk twitched against the corner of his mouth. he walked directly toward you afterward. you noticed the blood that stained his knuckles, his lip was split slightly, yet he looked almost pleased with himself.
once he reached the table, he dropped into the seat beside you and threw one arm casually across the back of your chair. “you look pale,” he said.
you stared at him. “you nearly killed that man.”
“he’ll live.”
“why does everything think that’s comforting?” you replied back.
he snorted then his eyes dragged slowly across your face. “you watched the whole thing?”
you swallowed softly. “…yes.”
“good.” his smirk deepened slightly.
the grand hall roared with celebration, the air thick with smoke from roasted meats, the bitter tang of ale, and the deafening clash of warriors re-enacting battles for entertainment.
you sat at the high table, your new husband beside you, a solid, immovable presence. katsuki downed the last bit of his wine, a deep, dark scarlet that matched the banners of his kingdom. he swallowed it like it was water, not savoring it, just consuming it. the heavy goblet clunked onto the wooden table.
then his arm, which had been draped loosely around the back of your chair, moved. his hand landed on your shoulder, a firm, heavy pat. once. twice. a third time, each impact a little heavier, a little more deliberate.
your shoulder tingled under the weight.
he stood up. the noise in the hall seemed to dip for a moment, the crowd’s attention shifting to their king. he held his hand out for you, palm open, fingers curled slightly while you looked at his hand, confused.
the festivities were still raging. it was relatively still early. then you turned your head to meet his eyes. dark red, like cooled lava, intense and utterly focused on you. in that instant, the confusion evaporated, replaced by a cold, clear understanding that rushed from your head down to your toes.
it was time. your duty. the consummation.
your fingers, trembling slightly, reached out and grabbed his hand. his grip was instantaneous, tight, almost crushing as he pulled you to stand. you rose, your wedding gown suddenly felt like a ridiculous, fragile costume.
as you stood, you noticed katsuki’s eyes flick to eijiro who sat on your other side, giving him a quick knowing look.
eijiro’s smile faded into a serious nod, his own crimson eyes understanding. they seemed to speak without words, a silent communication that made your eyebrows furrow.
what did that mean? what had they planned?
but before you could dwell, katsuki was pulling you away from the table, his stride long and purposeful. he didn’t walk with you; he dragged you.
your hand was captive in his, and he led you through the archway out of the hall, into the colder, darker corridors of the castle. the warmth and noise of the feast died behind you, swallowed by the silence of the passageways.
katsuki looked intense, his profile sharp in the torchlight. his jaw was set, his brows slightly lowered. he didn’t look at you as he walked, his focus was on the path ahead, on getting to where he needed to be.
silence filled the space between you, thick and heavy. it wasn’t peaceful. it was a tension that crawled over your skin, a prickling awareness of where you were headed, of what was about to happen in the dark, private heart of his domain.
he didn’t lead you to the wing where your chambers had been for the past few weeks. he turned down a different corridor, one guarded by two massive stone dragons carved into the archway. he stopped before a door of dark, aged oak reinforced with iron bands.
“this is my chambers,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet hall. “now it’s ours. i had the servants move your things here this afternoon.” his tone was matter-of-fact, final. there was no discussion. this was where you would live… with him.
katsuki opened the door. it swung inward without a sound.
you were met with a room similar in structure to your old one but vastly different in spirit. it was bigger, dominated by a massive bed with a dark wood frame and black linens. the air smelled like him—like smoke, leather, and something wild. weapons lay around not as decoration, but as tools temporarily set aside: a sword on a table, its edge gleaming; a pair of axes leaning against a chest; pieces of armor on a stand. scrolls and maps were piled haphazardly.
it was chaotic, masculine, and utterly his.
“it’s very… you,” you said softly, stepping inside after him.
“it’s a fucking room,” he grunted, closing the door behind you. the click of the latch was loud in the silence. “it serves its purpose.”
you turned to face him, now alone in the intimate space. the tension from the corridors condensed here, in the few feet of space between you. he finally looked at you directly, his sharp eyes sweeping over your body in the elaborate dress.
“you wore this shit all day,” he stated, not a question. “must be heavy.”
“they told me it is the traditional gown of the scarlet region for a royal wedding,” you replied, your voice gentle. “they told me it represents power and prosperity.”
“it represents a lot of fucking fabric,” he said, a slight, sharp smirk touching his lips. “you look… good in it. but i’ll prefer you without it.”
your cheeks warmed at his blunt words. you didn’t know how to respond to such directness.
he stepped closer, until you were face to face. his warmth radiated against you. one of his calloused hands came up to gently play with a strand of your hair that had escaped its intricate styling.
the contrast was startling, the brute king touching you with such deliberate softness.
“do you know what’s about to happen now, hm?” he asked, his voice lower, gravelly.
you swallowed, your eyes wide. “i-i know my duty to my husband,” you whispered. “to… consummate the marriage. to bond both our kingdoms.”
his fingers continued their slow movement through your hair. “duty. bond.” he snorted softly. “i may be a brute, princess. i may be have a temper and called a barbarian. but i won’t do anything to you if you’re not ready.” the words were gruff, but the meaning underneath was startlingly clear.
he was giving you a choice, within the cage of this marriage.
your body reacted to his soft touches. a shiver went down your spine that wasn’t entirely fear. your eyes closed for a moment, feeling the rough texture of his fingers against the sensitive skin of your neck, behind your ear.
it was soothing and terrifying all at once.
you opened your eyes to find him watching your face intently, studying every flicker of reaction.
“i… i want to,” you promised him, your voice timid but clear. “i am ready.”
a low sound, like a grumble of satisfaction, emanated from his chest. his eyes darkened, shifting from assessing to predatory. his fingers left your hair and traced down your shoulder to the back of your gown, finding the complex laces of the corset.
“you love learning, right? reading those historical books,” he said, his voice now a seductive murmur as his fingers began to work the first lace. “so learn this. in the scarlet region, we don’t consummate marriages like they do in other kingdoms. it’s not clinical. it’s not prude.”
another lace loosened.
your breath hitched as the structure of the dress began to give way.
“they call us brutes. barbarians.” another lace. “and they’re right.” the final lace came free with a soft pull. “we fuck like animals. and tonight, i will make sure every single morsel and peasant in this kingdom knows what we’re doing. i won’t hold back.”
you shivered as his words washed over you, crude and thrilling.
the last of the fabric, freed from its bindings, pooled around your legs and slid to the floor with a whisper of silk. you stood before him, bare except for the delicate necklaces on your neck.
his eyes raked over your body, no longer obscured. his gaze was hot, possessive, and utterly focused. his warm, calloused hands followed his eyes, roaming everywhere—your shoulders, the curve of your waist, the outside of your thighs. his touch was firm, mapping you.
your breathing became uneven, shallow as you watched him.
“fuck,” he breathed out, the word almost reverent in its roughness. “look at you.”
then he grabbed you, not gently. his hands hauled you into his arms, your bare body pressing against the warm fabric of his attire. you felt the hard planes of his chest, the muscles of his arms. for a second, you were enveloped in his scent and strength before he threw you onto the bed. you landed on the black linens with a soft gasp, the cool fabric against your skin.
he hovered over you, still fully clothed, a giant silhouetted against the torchlight.
his eyes grew darker, hungrier. he didn’t bother with ceremony. his own clothes were removed with swift, efficient movements, the ornate jacket torn off, the shirt pulled over his head and discarded carelessly on the ground, the trousers shoved down and kicked away until he was bare like you.
you shyly eyed his body from where you lay on the bed. he was… gorgeous. carved from muscle, scars mapping old battles across his skin.
“see something you like, huh?” he growled, noticing your wide-eyed look.
“you’re… very b-big,” you whispered, your politeness clinging to you even in this raw moment.
“ha! damn right i am,” he said as he moved onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. his hands pushed your thighs apart, making you shyly whine at the sudden exposure.
your palms came up to push against his chest lightly, a reflexive gesture of modesty. “i… i haven’t done anything like this before,” you confessed softly, your eyes pleading for understanding.
katsuki’s eyes softened for a fleeting moment. he leaned down, not entering you, but lifting himself up to kiss you.
it wasn’t a gentle kiss.
his lips crashed onto yours, hot and demanding. his tongue invaded your mouth, a battle you couldn’t hope to win but were compelled to join. there were bites; sharp nips on your lower lip that made you gasp, and shared spit, and breaths that grew ragged. you whined into his mouth, small sounds of overwhelm that only spurred him on. he groaned, a deep sound from his chest, and the wrestling of tongues was wet, messy, and utterly intoxicating.
“gonna taste every part of you, wife,” he muttered against your lips before breaking away.
he moved down your body, his hands holding your hips firmly. his mouth found your core, and he didn’t hesitate. he ate you out with the same aggressive dedication he did everything else. his tongue was relentless, exploring, licking, pushing inside you while grunted against your skin.
“so fucking sweet… like a prize… all mine…”
“s-shit—oh! katsuki… so g-good…” you moaned, a high, shaky sound.
katsuki groaned in between your thighs, his mouth moving messily on your mound, swishing vibrations through you that amplified the pleasure he was already giving you.
your body writhed on the bed from the shocking, unprecedented sensations crashing through you. your hands gripped the black sheets. you were confused by what you were feeling; this building, tightening coil of pleasure deep inside you, something you had no name for.
“i… f-feel—nghh…” you gasped.
“let go,” katsuki commanded, his voice thick. “just let go for me.”
and you did.
the coil snapped, and a wave of intense pleasure broke over you, making you arch off the bed with a sharp cry. he kept working you through it until you collapsed back onto the linens, trembling.
he moved back up, his body aligning with yours. his cock, heavy and hard, pressed against your slit.
“i can’t fucking wait any longer. i need to be inside you… been wanting you since i laid eyes on you,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “i’m gonna enter you now and you’re gonna take all of me like a good wife, hm?”
you were delirious in pleasure. just from that one orgasm, you felt indescribable pleasure from your husband. slowly but surely, you wanted everything and anything he was willing to give you. “p-please.” you begged.
katsuki glided his cock into you slowly, an inch at a time. you moaned at the intrusion, a mix of pleasure from before and the new, stretching feeling. he grunted, his own control evident in the slow pace.
“so f-fuuucking tight… wrapping around me like a damn vice…” he breathed.
you held onto him, your arms around his shoulders as he slowly inched deeper until he was fully seated inside you. it was a fullness that stole your breath, gasping as you clutched onto him. “ha—”
“painful?” he asked, his eyes searching yours.
“a little… but… it’s fading,” you whined softly. “p-please… move.”
“how can i deny such an honest plea?” katsuki teased, chuckling at your expression before he began to move.
his thrusts started slow but quickly gained speed and force. he fucked you on your back with a driving rhythm that shook the bed frame. each thrust punched a moan or a whine from your lips.
“oh! ah—ngh… s’good.” you threw your head back.
“such a good little wife… taking her king so perfectly…” he growled, his praise landing on you like a brand, making you cling to him tighter.
he paused for a moment, looking down at where your bodies joined. “fuck… you’re so small… made for me…” his thrusts became deeper, more harder. “gonna fill you up… gonna put my heirs right in here.” his desire was raw in his words, each slam of his hips a promise of possession beyond tonight.
“katsuki… please!” you begged, your nails clawing down his back.
“please what? need more, huh? you gonna cum again fro me?” katsuki groaned as he continued to plow into you.
“i… i don’t know—f-fuck!” you bit down on his shoulder as you ground up at him, meeting his thrusts.
“you do know, baby. feel it. come undone for me again.” katsuki nipped at your ear.
and you did, another peak crashing over you as he drove into you relentlessly, his own release following with a roar that echoed in the dark chamber, filling you with his cum as he collapsed atop you, breathing heavily into your neck.
but he didn’t stop.
the moment your second orgasm faded into tremors, katsuki kept driving into you, his hips setting a brutal, possessive rhythm that stole the air from your lungs. each thrust was a deep, claiming slam that made the bedposts creak in protest.
“k-katsuki…” you moaned, the name a broken sound on your lips. your hands scrambled against his sweat-slicked back, fingers digging into the hard muscle.
“that’s it, we’re not done yet. just like that, baby—oh, fuck,” he grunted, his voice rough with strain and pleasure. “moan for me. let the whole fucking castle know who you belong to.” his own moans were guttural that vibrated through his chest into yours. “so fucking good. taking me like you were made for it…”
katsuki’s hands, which had been braced on either side of your head, slid down to grasp your thighs. his calloused palms caressed the soft skin of your legs as he held them open, his grip firm, almost bruising in its intensity. he used that leverage to pound into you harder, deeper.
you arched off the bed, a sharp whine tearing from your throat as he hit a spot inside you that sparked white behind your eyelids. “right there… oh, gods, right there!” you sobbed.
“i know. found your sweet spot, huh? that feel good?” he growled, a smirk in his tone. “i feel you clenching around me, princess. greedy little thing.”
the sound of your bodies meeting was obscenely wet, a rhythmic slap of skin on skin that underscored every groan and whimper.
then, with a sudden, powerful shift, he manhandled you. his hands left your thighs to grip your waist, and in one fluid, dominant motion, he flipped the two of you around. you gasped as the world spun, finding yourself straddling him, his cock still buried impossibly deep inside you. the new position made you feel him even more profoundly, every inch of him stretching you.
“ah! fuck!” you moaned, eyes wide, hands flying to his chest to steady yourself.
“look at you,” he rasped, his vermillion eyes blazing up at you. “riding your king as if you’re riding a dragon yourself. so fucking perfect for me.” his hands settled on your hips, thumbs stroking the bone. “c’mon. show me what my good little wife can do.”
you were obedient, eager to please. tentatively, you lifted yourself up, a slow, trembling movement that made you both moan as he slid partially out. then you lowered yourself back down, sheathing him fully, a grunt punched from his lips.
“fuck yes. that’s it… just like that,” he praised, his eyes watching your face with a dark, satisfied smirk. your expression was one of overwhelmed bliss, mouth slightly open, eyes glazed. he cooed at you, the sound strangely tender coming from him. “such a pretty queen. taking her king so well. now… set the pace f’me.”
your confidence grew with his constant praise. you started to bounce on him, slowly at first, then faster, finding a rhythm. each descent made your breath hitch, each rise brought a needy whine. your arched your back, your hair spilling over your shoulders.
“katsuki… it’s so… i feel so full…” you whimpered.
“you are full,” he agreed, his voice thick. “full of me. and you look so fucking small wrapped around me… perfect fit.” his lust for you bled into the words, the awe in his gaze as he looked at where your bodies joined.
but the heat from the friction on your inner thighs began to burn, making you slow your movements with a pout and a soft whine of discomfort.
katsuki chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “tired already? my delicate little flower.” he cooed at you, his thumbs still caressing your hips. “it’s okay. let me help, hm?”
instead of bouncing, you began to grind on him out of desperation. circular motion drew a deep groan from him. then you leaned forward, collapsing against his chest, tucking your face into the hot skin of his neck. you were surrounded by his scent, his heat, and it was intoxicating.
“please… please, katsuki,” you begged, your voice muffled against him. “i need—fuck… i don’t know what i need anymore… need more.”
“shhh,” he cooed, one hand cupping the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. the other stayed on your hip, possessive. “i know what you need.”
katsuki planted his feet firmly on the bed, gaining leverage. and then, with a single, powerful beat of his hips, he started ramming up into you. he was fucking up into you from below, each upward thrust spearing you deeply, knocking the air from your lungs.
“ah—ngh… yes! right there!” you shrieked, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. your moans and whines became a continuous stream against his neck.
“just let me do all the work,” he grunted, his own breathing becoming ragged. “a king serves his queen… especially in bed.” his thrusts were relentless, powerful pistons driving you up and down on his cock even as you lay pliant against him. you were putty in his hands, letting him use your body exactly as he wanted, your face hidden in the safety of his neck.
the sounds filled the room; his guttural grunts, your high-pitched whimpers, the wet slap of his hips meeting yours, the creak of the bed, the filth coming out of your husband’s mouth. it was sinful.
“gonna breed you so deep—fuck—fill this perfect cunt with my heirs… mark you inside and out…”
your only replies were broken syllables, your desire for his praise making you sing with every rough compliment.
katsuki’s thrusts started becoming erratic, sloppy, losing their military precision as his own peak approached.
“i’m close… fuck, I’m so close,” you whined, your body tightening around him.
“i am too,” he gasped, his voice strained. he pulled back just enough to look at your face.
your expression was one of utterly ruined bliss. your eyebrows were drawn together, lips swollen and parted, eyes half-lidded and hazy. you looked so pretty to him, so perfectly claimed.
katsuki leaned up and placed a sudden, soft kiss on your forehead, a shocking gesture of tenderness amidst the carnal frenzy.
you clutched at his biceps, your nails biting into his skin. “k-katsuki… i’m gonna…”
he grunted, and with effort, he stopped thrusting.
before you could even whine in complaint at the denied release, his arms were scooping you up. katsuki stood from the bed in one powerful motion, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as you clung to him, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you.
“wh-what…?” you gasped, startled.
“tch. patience,” he growled, his own need evident in the tension of his body.
he gripped your thighs firmly, his hands huge and warm. and then he began to move you himself, bouncing you on his cock as he stood there, using the strength of his arms and the leverage of his stance to fuck you onto him.
the thought of it… of him manhandling you so easily, picking you up and using your body like this, made you physically shiver. that shiver traveled inward, making your inner walls clench tightly around him, which drew a ragged groan from his throat.
“fuck… you just got tighter,” he breathed, his pace increasing. “you like that? like when i just take what’s mine and use you?”
“yes… yes, i do like it. please… i’m close again, katsuki, please—ha…” you begged, your head falling back.
katsuki hummed, coaxing you over the edge. “give me another one, my good girl. cum again for your king and i’ll give you a reward.”
that promise, coupled with the overwhelming sensation of being fucked in mid-air by your powerful husband, was too much. a coil tightened deep in your belly, winding to its breaking point.
“shit! i’m—fuck, i’m…!”
“that’s it. let go,” he commanded.
“k-katsuki…” you whine, the sound muffled, as another wave of sensitivity makes you clench around him, where he’s still buried deep inside you.
a low, guttural groan vibrates through his chest and into yours. “fuck,” he rasps, his voice wrecked. one large, calloused hand comes up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your disheveled hair.
“gonna make you cum again. come on, baby. come undone for me again. you want to, don’t you?”
you nod frantically, a desperate little mewl escaping you as you moved desperately up and down on him.
“say it.”
“yes—cum… gonna cum f’you. only you.”
he smirks, that feral, triumphant curl of his lips while his free hand grips your hip, fingers digging in, helping you find a rolling rhythm even as he holds you locked to him. the sound of your slick skin meeting his, the wet slap of each movement, fills the heavy air of the chamber, mingling with his grunts and your broken cries.
“so good for me.” thrust. “so fuckin’ tight.” thrust. “all mine.” thrust. “gonna keep you full of me.” thrust. “always.” thrust. “breed you so deep you’ll feel it for days.” thrust.
when the next orgasm rips through you, it’s slower, deeper, a molten unspooling that has you sobbing into his mouth, your body seizing around him in rhythmic pulses. he follows you over with a sharp, choked-off roar, his hips jerking up to bury himself to the hilt as he spills hot inside you, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully.
before you can even form a coherent thought, he’s capturing your mouth again. this kiss is messy, sloppy, all hungry tongue and possessive pressure. it’s wet and it steals the air from your lungs. you can taste yourself on him, salty and sweet.
he pulls his head back just a few inches, his eyes blazing down at you, pupils blown wide with lust. his lips are swollen, his breathing harsh. “look at you,” he growls, the words rough with awe. “my perfect little wife. took me so damn well. fuckin’ gorgeous f’me.”
katsuki nuzzles into your hair, his lips brushing your temple. his voice is a low, satiated rumble. “since you’ve been so good… so obedient… you get your prize.”
prize? oh yeah, he said something about a prize. your hazy mind struggles to comprehend.
you feel him shift beneath you, still intimately connected, as he lifts his gaze from the top of your head to the chamber door.
“ei. get in here.”
your entire body goes rigid. confusion floods you, cutting through the blissful fog. your eyes fly open, wide and bewildered, staring at the carved wood of the door.
eijiro? as in kirishima? now? why? while we’re… we’re like this…!
“katsuki?” your voice is small, trembling. “what are you talking about?”
the door swings open silently. and there he is.
eijiro kirishima fills the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly touching the frame, his chest bare, the hard planes of his abdomen and the dark trail of hair leading downward on full display. his crimson eyes, usually so warm and friendly, are dark, intense, and they lock onto the two of you immediately… onto you, specifically.
was he outside this entire time?
you feel the burn of his gaze like a physical touch, sweeping over katsuki’s hands on your bare skin, over the curve of your spine, over the intimate join of your bodies.
a hot, shameful flush explodes across your face and chest. you try to shrink further into katsuki, but he’s already moving, walking with you still impaled on him, one arm hooked under your thighs. he walks you both towards eijiro, and the casual display of his strength makes your head spin.
“i’m not stupid,” katsuki says, nonchalant as if he wasn’t still buried inside you. he stops a few feet from eijiro. “saw the way he looked at you for weeks. like you were water in a desert. and you…” he glances down at you, his smirk deepening. “you greedy little thing got attached to your friendly dragon babysitter, didn’t you? spoiled princess.”
your heart hammers against your ribs. “i didn’t—i didn’t mean to make you feel—”
katsuki cuts you off with a low chuckle, his free hand stroking a soothing line down your sweat-damp back. “shh-shh. you didn’t do a damn thing wrong, princess. you just… showed me something.” his eyes slide back to eijiro, hungry and possessive. “showed me what turns my blood to fuckin’ fire. the depravity of it. the idea of him,” he thrusts up shallowly, making you gasp, “wanting what’s mine. touching what’s mine.”
he shifts his gaze fully to eijiro. “i’m right, aren’t i?”
eijiro’s eyes haven’t left you. a slow, deep hum resonates in his chest, a sound more beast than man. “i am bound to you, my king,” he says, his voice thicker, rougher than you’ve ever heard it. “my life is yours. my loyalty.” his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “and what is yours… is yours to command.”
katsuki’s grin is all sharp edges and dark promise. he looks down at you again, his expression turning curious. “so? is it okay with you, my greedy baby? if i share you? if he gets to have a taste of what belongs to me?”
the question is so blunt, so shockingly crude, that your mind blanks. but your body betrays you instantly. a violent, involuntary clench around katsuki’s still hard length, a fresh trickle of wetness that has nothing to do with fear.
katsuki grunts, his head throwing back with a sharp hiss. “fuck! see that, shitty hair?” he says, talking about you as if you weren’t clinging to him. “got even tighter just hearing it. her pretty little cunt’s begging for it.”
“seems eager to please,” eijiro murmurs, taking a step closer. the heat radiating from his body rivals katsuki’s.
“she’s a good girl,” katsuki agrees, his voice dropping to a coaxing rumble directly in your ear. “aren’t you? can you be good for me, hm? for us?”
the choice is no choice at all. not with katsuki’s seed still leaking from you, not with eijiro’s hungry eyes devouring you.
“yes, please. i’ll do anything for you.” you nod, eagerly, desperately, a whine caught in your throat.
“good,” katsuki purrs. he gives a single nod to eijiro.
in one smooth motion, katsuki pulls himself from your sensitive flesh, a gasp ripped from your lips at the sudden emptiness and the cool air on your wet skin. then his hands are on your waist, and he’s transferring your weight.
eijiro’s arms come up to catch you, and he is just as hot, just as solid as katsuki. you’re cradled against a chest that feels like carved stone, your bare skin flush against his, and you bury your flaming face in his neck, breathing in his scent of smoke, spice, and something wild.
katsuki strides over to a large ornate chair near the bed and sinks into it, sprawling with kingly indolence. he’s still gloriously naked, his cock hard on his belly. “alright,” he says, his voice a command. “i wanna watch. kirishima… eat her out. clean up my mess. then get her ready for you.”
eijiro lets out another one of those low, rumbling hums. “as my king commands.” he carries you to the bed as if you weigh nothing and lays you down gently on the rumpled silk. your eyes are glued to him as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and pushes them down.
your breath hitches at the sight.
he’s… huge. thick and long, already fully erect, the tip flushed and leaking. the sight sends a jolt of pure, dizzying arousal straight to your already throbbing core.
“like what you see, princess?” katsuki asks from his chair, a dark amusement in his tone. he’s lazily stroking himself, his eyes glued to the scene.
“she’s blushing all over,” eijiro notes, his voice softening as he kneels on the bed between your spread legs. his gaze is a physical weight, traveling over every inch of your exposed body; your peaked nipples, the flutter of your stomach, the glistening, well-used flesh between your thighs, dripping with katsuki’s release. he leans over you, caging you with his arms, his face inches from yours. his eyes search yours. “can i kiss you, sweetheart?”
you nod, wordless.
eijiro no longer waits. his mouth immediately captures yours.
it’s nothing like katsuki’s kiss. where katsuki is fire and possessive, eijiro is deep, lingering warmth. it’s sweet, almost reverent at first. a soft press of lips that quickly deepens into something more devouring. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, tasting you slowly, thoroughly. it’s no less possessive, but it’s a different kind of claim.
“good girl,” katsuki grunts from the side. “let him taste you.”
eijiro breaks the kiss with a soft sound, trailing his lips along your jaw, down the column of your neck. “so sweet,” he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath making you shiver. “so perfect.” he moves lower, taking a nipple into his mouth, suckling gently before swirling it with his tongue. he pays equal attention to the other, his hands skimming down your sides as he kisses a path over your trembling stomach.
he doesn’t stop until his face is level with your aching core. the scent of sex and katsuki is thick in the air. eijiro’s eyes lock with yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that pins you to the bed.
“lick her clean, ei,” katsuki orders, his hand moving faster on his own length.
eijiro doesn’t look away from you. “with pleasure,” he rumbles.
his tongue was broad, hot, and surprisingly soft. it drags through your soaked folds in one long, deliberate stripe. he gathers katsuki’s cum and your own on his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as he savors it. a low groan vibrates from his throat into your flesh.
“fuck yes,” katsuki breathes. “doesn’t she taste so good?”
eijiro opens his eyes again as he hummed in agreement, watching your face as he does it again. and again. each slow, languid lap makes your back arch off the bed, a broken moan tumbling from your lips.
he’s cleaning you with a thoroughness that is obscene, worshipful, and unbearably erotic.
then he zeroes in on your clit.
his mouth closes over the swollen bud and he eats you like a man starved. his tongue flicks and circles, then presses hard and flat against you before spearing deep inside your entrance, fucking you with it, tasting both of you mixed together.
“oh gods—eijiro!” you cry out, one hand fisting in the sheets above your head, the other tangling in his red hair.
the sounds he was making were filthy. wet, sucking noises, his low growls of appreciation, your escalating whines and sobs.
“so good,” eijiro mumbles against your flesh, his words muffled. “taste like heaven. so fucking perfect.” he shifts, his hands sliding under your thighs to hike them over his shoulders, spreading you wider, opening you up for his devouring mouth.
“that’s it,” katsuki praises from his throne, his grunts joining the symphony. “make her cum on your tongue. show me how good my wife tastes.”
you tear your eyes from the ecstasy on eijiro’s face to look at your husband. katsuki is stroking himself in earnest now, his gaze locked on where eijiro’s head is buried between your legs. he looks utterly captivated, a smirk of pure male satisfaction on his lips.
“k-katsuki! eiji—ugh’ngh,” you wail, feeling the coil within you wind impossibly tight.
“cum for him,” katsuki commands, his voice rough. “give him your reward for being so patient.”
eijiro redoubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth while thrusting two thick fingers inside you, curling them to stroke that perfect spot.
the dual assault shatters you. you scream, your body bowing off the bed as a brutal orgasm tears through you, your vision whiting out at the edges as you clamp down around his fingers.
eijiro rides it out with you, drinking every drop, until you collapse back onto the sheets, boneless and trembling. and when he finally lifts his head, his chin glistening.
“that’s it, baby,” katsuki’s voice is a low, approving rumble as you tremble through the last waves of your climax under eijiro’s mouth. “so good for us. but we’re not done.” he stood up from his seat before standing in front of you, his fingers, still tangled in your hair, give a gentle but firm tug, guiding your face up to look at him. his eyes are molten, dark with a possessive heat that makes your insides flutter anew. “up. on your hands and knees for me. show me how well my queen can listen.”
your body, still humming with pleasure, obeys before your mind fully catches up.
you push yourself up, limbs shaky, and maneuver onto your hands and knees in the center of the massive bed. the silk is cool against your flushed skin. you feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly wanton.
katsuki moves with a predator’s grace. he moved to sit on the bed, positioning himself right in front of you. he shifts to sit up against the carved headboard, his back supported, his legs spread.
he’s the picture of royalty, a king surveying his spoils. and you are on display before him.
a moment later, the bed dips behind you. eijiro’s large, warm hands settle on your waist, his thumbs stroking the dip of your spine. he leans in, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the small of your back, then another higher up, his breath fanning over your sensitive skin.
a desperate, hungry sound escapes you, a whine that’s almost a sob. you push your hips back instinctively, seeking more of his touch, more of anything.
the refined manners of the emerald kingdom, the years of etiquette lessons, the poised grace of a princess—it’s all gone, incinerated in the scarlet heat of this room, of these men.
you are need and hunger given form.
katsuki watches you, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as he thought of the same thing. “look at you,” he muses, his voice thick with dark amusement. “where’s my polite little princess now? huh? all those pretty curtsies and soft-spoken words… fucked right out of you.” he leans forward slightly, his gaze searing into you. “good. that girl belonged to them. this?” he gestures at you, trembling and eager on your knees. “this is mine. you’re my wife. my queen. and you’re in the scarlet region now. i could fuck you raw in front of my entire war council and not a single bastard would bat a fucking eye.” the sheer, brutal ownership in his words makes you clench around nothing, a fresh trickle of wetness slicking your inner thighs.
katsuki sees it, his smirk widening. “but i won’t do that. ‘cause this… this filthy, desperate, perfect look on your face… that’s for me. and for him.” he nods toward eijiro behind you. “no one else.”
his attention sharpens, focusing solely on you. his voice drops, softening into a coaxing, dominant croon that’s somehow more overwhelming than his shouts. “c’mere, pretty. closer to me.” you shuffle forward on your knees until you’re between his spread legs, his hard, thick cock standing proudly just inches from your face. the musky, masculine scent of him is overwhelming.
“i know you haven’t done this before,” he says, his tone surprisingly gentle, like he’s instructing you in a sacred rite. “that’s okay. i’m gonna tell you exactly what to do. just be my good girl and follow my words, yeah?”
“i will. m’good girl,” you nod, your eyes wide and fixed on him, on the ruddy tip already beading with pre-cum.
“yes you are,” he praises you. “first… just taste me. use that pretty little tongue.”
leaning forward, you tentatively extend your tongue and lick a slow, careful stripe over the broad head. the taste is salty, uniquely him, and it sends a jolt of pure lust straight to your core.
“fuck,” katsuki hisses, his hips giving a tiny jerk. “just like that. perfect. so fuckin’ obedient for me.” his hand comes to rest on the top of your head, not pushing, just holding. “now… wrap your hand around me. show me how big i am for my queen.”
you reach out, your fingers seeming so small as you wrap them around his girth. you can’t quite close your thumb and forefinger. a soft, awed sound leaves your lips. “… so big.”
katsuki’s chuckle is ragged. “see? you need both hands. go on.”
you bring your other hand up, stacking it over the first, and finally manage to form a loose ring around him. the heat of him is incredible, the skin like velvet over steel. you begin to stroke, up and down, watching in fascination as his expression tightens with pleasure.
“yes… just like that… f-fuck, your hands are so soft,” he groans, his head falling back against the headboard for a moment before he forces it up to watch you. “doing so good. such a fast learner for me.”
meanwhile, eijiro is worshiping your back. his mouth is everywhere, sucking dark marks onto your shoulders, licking a hot path down your spine, biting gently at the swell of your ass. each touch, each possessive mark, makes you whimper and push back into him, your strokes on katsuki becoming less coordinated.
“so eager,” eijiro murmurs against your skin, his voice a gravelly vibration. “so perfect for him. for us.”
emboldened by their praise, by the fire coursing through your veins, you lean in again. this time, you drag your tongue from the very base of katsuki’s shaft all the way to the tip in one long, slow, wet lick.
katsuki’s reaction is instantaneous. a sharp, guttural “hnng!” rips from his throat, and his hand fists in your hair. “shit! where’d that come from, you greedy little thing?” but he’s grinning, all fierce pride.
you don’t answer with words, instead you open your mouth and take the head of his cock inside, sucking gently as you had seen done in erotic book and illustrations.
“oh, fuck yes,” he moans, his fingers tightening on your hair. “just like that… take me deeper now. slow—just like that. good girl…”
you obey, sinking down inch by agonizing inch. he’s so big, stretching your lips wide, filling your mouth until you feel him nudge the back of your throat. your eyes water, but you hold there, breathing harshly through your nose.
“look at that,” katsuki breathes, awe in his tone. he glances over your head, his eyes meeting eijiro’s. “she’s taking me so well… now it’s your turn, ei. fuck her. fill her up while she sucks me off.”
eijiro’s answering growl is pure hunger. you feel the blunt, hot head of his cock nudge against your dripping entrance, still stretched and sensitive from before. “gonna put it in now, sweetheart,” he coos, his voice a rough contrast to his gentle warning. “gonna fill you up just like your husband wants.”
you moan around katsuki’s length, the vibration making him curse and thrust his hips up minutely.
the sensation is overwhelming. the stretch and burn as eijiro slowly pushes inside you from behind, and the heavy fullness in your mouth.
“that’s it… take him,” katsuki groans, his hand guiding your head down a little further, helping you take more of him. “ffuuuck, your mouth… so hot and tight.”
eijiro bottoms out with a deep, satisfied sigh, his hips flush against your ass. “gods… she’s s-so tight,” he rasps.
then he begins to move. slow and deep thrusts that have you seeing stars. each forward drive pushes you further onto katsuki’s cock, making you gag softly. each withdrawal pulls a desperate whine from your throat.
“listen to her,” katsuki pants, his own hips beginning to move in tiny counter-thrusts to eijiro’s rhythm. “listen to those pretty little sounds she makes for us. fuck her harder, shitty hair. make her fucking feel good.”
eijiro obeys, his grip on your hips turning vice-like. his thrusts become harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room accompanied by his guttural grunts and your muffled cries. “so good… taking us both… our perfect queen.”
katsuki’s control is fraying. his thrusts into your mouth become less measured, more urgent. “gonna cum… fuck, you’re gonna make me cum down your pretty little throat,” he snarls, his voice strained. he fists your hair tightly, holding you in place as his pace turns erratic. “you want that? want me to cum in your mouth?”
you’re eyes stayed on his as you hummed in agreement.
“then earn it, baby. cum for eijiro while you suck me like the good girl you are.” katsuki says.
the challenge, the sheer depravity of it, ignites something frantic in you.
determined to feel that shattering pleasure again, to please him, you bob your head faster, taking him as deep as you can manage, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the sensitive head on each upstroke.
katsuki throws his head back with a ragged roar, his entire body tensing. “yes! just like that! fuck, baby! i’m gonna—!”
the first hot, salty pulse hits the back of your throat. he holds you there firmly as he empties himself with sharp, jerking thrusts, groaning your name mixed with filth and praise. “take it all. swallow it… be a good girl for your husband…”
as you struggle to swallow, tears streaming down your cheeks, katsuki cups your jaw with his other hand, his thumb stroking your cheek. his eyes are blazing, demanding. “look at me,” he commands, his voice raw. “give me your eyes while you swallow my cum.”
you force your watery gaze up to meet his. the connection is electric, intimate and degrading all at once. you see the raw possession, the awe, the unadulterated lust as you gulp him down.
“so fucking good… perfect girl,” he whispers, his thumb wiping a stray tear. he glances at eijiro over your shoulder. “now make my wife cum.”
with a look from katsuki, eijiro changes his angle, driving into you with deep, punishing strokes aimed directly at that spot inside you that makes you see white.
you fall forward, your arms giving out, but katsuki is there. you collapse against his chest, your face buried in his neck as eijiro pounds into you from behind. “ah! hngh—f-fuuuck. m’close. so close.”
“that’s it… let go… cum on my cock,” eijiro grunts, his rhythm becoming brutal, relentless. “gonna fill you up… breed you…”
katsuki holds you to him, one arm wrapped around your back, his other hand stroking your hair. his mouth is at your ear, a constant stream of filth and praise. “feel him? feel how deep he’s fucking my cum deeper into you? you’re gonna be dripping with us for days… our perfect, shared little wife… come on… let me see you fall apart.”
“katsuki, eiji!” you scream into katsuki’s skin as an orgasm more intense than any before tears through you, a convulsing, mind-breaking wave that has you clamping down on eijiro so hard he shouts.
“fuck! she’s—!” eijiro’s thrusts become erratic, then he slams home one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he roars his release.
you feel the hot rush of his seed joining katsuki’s inside you, the overwhelming fullness making you sob through the last tremors of your own climax. “ngh… fu—no more. ah…”
katsuki holds you through all of it, whispering praises into your hair. “i got you. just ride it out… that’s my girl, took us both so well…”
slowly, gently, eijiro slips out of you, leaning forward to press a tender kiss between your shoulder blades. “you’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice reverent.
you are utterly spent, a boneless, trembling mess between them.
katsuki shifts, lying back and pulling you with him so you’re sprawled half on his chest. eijiro settles behind you, his big body curling around yours, one heavy arm draping over your waist to splay possessively on katsuki’s stomach. you are sandwiched in their heat, in their scent, filled with their essence.
the last thing you feel is katsuki’s lips brushing your forehead and his final, drowsy murmur. “ours.” the last thing you hear is eijiro’s low, content hum of agreement against the back of your neck.
then the world dissolves into warm, dark, satiated nothing.
this may be entirely self indulgent but imagine katsuki with an s/o who writes fanfic
specifically smutty fanfic let’s be clear. he’d 100% be your proof reader, and if you aren’t sure if something works? he lets ya test it with him.
“mmm idk kats, is it weird to write that he had her folded like a pretzel??” you whine, thrusting your phone into your boyfriends hand. his eyes flick as he reads your work, and smirks as he lifts them to meet your own.
“well how about we test it and see?” he’s got his hands on you before you can even say ‘smutty fanfic’ and you can barely breathe before your clothes are on the ground, knees to your ears, and katsuki’s fat cock is plunging in and out of your squelching cunt.
also as your proof reader it’s not his fault that your fanfics get him so hard and he needs ya to help him out. after all, you caused the problem to begin with by havin’ him read your slutty little fics. “you like how i ‘break you open’ on my ‘fat fucking cock’?” katsuki teases as he’s got you pressed against the wall, legged hitched up in a mock of the pose you’d written about. he quotes phrases from your fic, whispering them into your ear and kissing your neck just as the character in your writing had. it’s almost too much to bear, and you lowk cum so hard you see stars.
i also think maybe you catch onto this and if there’s something you want to try with kats, you write it lmfao. and katsuki knows you know and will gladly oblige. i don’t know if there’s a single position you two haven’t tried once, and katsuki makes sure you cum just as hard as the y/n (or general character ship) you wrote does. and even then he’ll go through and correct it afterwards, too, to make sure it’s accurate.
also i think it would be really hot if katsuki is a pro hero and you write smut literally about him. and ofc your fan base has no clue you’re his partner and still eats up your work, absolutely oblivious to the fact that almost all of it is accurate to reality. he’ll tease you relentlessly about it, saying shit like “you such a slut for me you have to write about me too?” but he actually loves it so much and it’s such a boost to his ego.
bonus so it’s not entirely self indulgent, but even if you just read the fics and don’t write them, katsuki requests that you send him every single one so that he can help recreate it with you, and he still quotes it to your utter embarrassment LMAO “you like the way i growl in your ear, princess?” the nicknames he picks up from the fics both about him and not always leave you clenching your thighs tgth and whining for him. but don’t worry, katsuki never leaves you unsatisfied, and stays true to the fics and makes you cum on his tongue, hands, dick, anything really, so long as your satisfied :)
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