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[kalinaseli]

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aang just wants to make it up to you :(

Includes: sub!aang . dry humping. nipple play . piv . teasing . whiney aang . dom!reader if youd call it that . artcreds : cruxifixe_

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“thanks katara..” aang lets out quietly, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. she just smiles sweetly, “no problem.”

Standing near the entrance of the tent holding a bowl of water that she just used to heal aang, walking out she makes sure to wish you both a good night, “goodnight guys.”

“night.” you both reply yet yours comes out short and blunt, tone a bit stiffer than usual. standing on the other side of the tent occupying yourself with anything else other than the sad puppy sitting behind you.

the tent was filled with awkward silence. the two of you inches apart while he tries to figure out how to make this up to you. him and his recklessness messing things up once again.

he glances up, your back the only thing within his view. you could hear the blankets shift under him, then the sound of his light footsteps getting heavier the closer he gets to you. refusing to even acknowledge him, you continue to fold the cloths in front of you.

he hesitates wanting to slide his arms around your waist, feeling the heat of your body radiate off of you, he decides to just wait.

“i’m okay.” he reassures. you keep yourself facing forward, away from him acting as if these cloths are much more important than anything he has to say. “really. look i’m okay!”

he tries again after being met with your silence, he frowns looking down, hands messing with the fabric of his pants.

“I’m sorry. look—” his tone holds a bit more panic behind it, he hates the silent treatment especially from you. he reaches, turning you around abruptly. “see i’m fine!”

your eyes were red and swollen from crying a bit ago, watching him fall in the snow after fainting in the air. at first glance you didn’t know if he was okay, so when you ran over to him in the thick snow tripping over your own feet you couldn’t stop crying. all for him to lay there and wake up with a stupid grin on his face, “wow, that hurt..”

like he didn’t just fall feet from the air. then proceeded to wonder why you were so sad but then your sadness turned to anger when you felt he didn’t understand. so yea you were mad at him. really mad.

so why is his tongue basically down your throat right now? your palms pressed flat against his chest while he held the back of your head in his hand, holding you in place even as you squirm around in his arms.

why is his leg wedged in between your legs? yet, you lightly grind against him despite yourself, pushing him back at the same time. He smiles against you, earning himself slight burns from you. The pads of your fingertips leaving small marks on his chest.

The small smell of burnt skin filled your nostrils, biting the bottom of his lip as he winced.

Why were you still climbing on top of him despite being pissed right now? your thighs settling on each side of him, his hands sliding up your bare thighs onto your hips after you left your pants on the floor.

“I’m still mad at you.” the cutest pout on your face even as you leaned a bit back to angle yourself better against him, grinding into him ever so slowly. His brows furrow at the friction, “Yea?”

“yea.” you didn’t stop, keeping that slow torturing rhythm. The damp spot on your panties becoming more and more visible with each passing agonizing second. His grip tightens the harder you press, pre leaking at his tip.

He bucks his hips up into you just barely, creating more friction. You whimper at his sudden movement, glaring at him to meet his oh so unapologetic eyes. Aangs fingers slip up into the waistband of your panties, tugging lightly.

“Stop it.” He only hums in response, eyes dropping and dragging over the way you rock your hips against his, coming back up to meet your flushed gaze.

“Stop what?” he asked innocently, lips curling up into a lazy smirk, bucking his hips once more. This time you fall forward, smacking your hands against his chest, palms heating as one reaches back to stroke over the hardened cock twitching in between your clothed folds.

His smirk falters immediately, a small pathetic whine leaving his lips. Slowly, you pull his waistband back, freeing his sticky hot and bothered cock. He throws his head back into the pillow, biting his bottom lip in sexual frustration.

“Please..” he whispers. “Please what?”

“Let me feel you.” he begged desperately, tired of your endless teasing, he digs his fingers into the fat of your sides. Your eyes widened when he looked back at you with tears prickled in the corner of his eyes. The sight did something to you, and for the first time in tonight you smiled.

“Oh.. well..” you drag. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

You push back against him, dangerously smirking with this teasing look in your eyes. The palm of your hand twisted against his tip, wrapping your hand around it and pressing your thumb over his slit. His whole body jerking underneath you.

“Shit, shit. I don’t.” He whimpered, head falling back on the pillow in pain?

“Yea, you don’t.” Yet, you find yourself pushing your underwear to the side anyway. Find yourself lining him up with your slick soaked entrance. Lifting and sinking yourself onto him steadily. The stretch burning you to your core, burning just the way you need it to.

And Aang? He feels like he could cum just from the contact alone. It takes you a moment to adjust to his size before you set a gentle body rocking pace, your hands set on his chest. Fixing your thumbs over his hardened nipples, Aangs face twisting in new found pleasure as you twist and pull at them.

He closes his eyes when you lean down, expecting you to put your mouth around it, instead you suck a hickey right below it. Smiling at the flustered look on his face after you looked back up, giving him exactly what he wants, you stick your tongue out to lick and flick the swollen nub, rolling the other in between your fingers as you do so.

Grunts turned into breathless whines escape his throat, “Fuck.”

He lies there helpless as if he couldn’t do anything about this punishing pace you set, in fear of you getting more upset with him. You let go of him, pulling yourself off with a wet pop, licking your lips as you stare at his bruised pec on the left side, feeling the upmost proud of yourself. But, you hadn’t moved in minutes, basically cock warming him at this point, he winces at the throb of his cock.

Catching his pained expression in the corner of your eye, you glance up, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, “Sorry.”

You lift yourself up far enough to sink back down onto him, throwing your head back in pleasure as you picked up the pace. Rubbing his fat tip along your honeyed walls, soft moans slipping past your lips while you close your eyes in bliss. Aang moans under you, cursing under his breath when you tighten around him as he hits that spongy spot so deeply.

He thrusts his hips up, meeting yours in a mean snap, a fuzzy feeling coiling up in your stomach. His thrusts never falter chasing the way you squeeze around him as he bullies that one spot. The pupils in his eyes turning into little hearts as he watches you ride him so sensually, “Mm.. you look so pretty like this.”

Oh, but you hear nothing he says, stars sitting in your eyes as you mutter ‘Im cumming’ body pulsing as you come undone on top of him, slowing and rocking while you come down from your high. Aang hasn’t come yet, and he was fed up. You just played and toyed with him, cumming all on your own and not even worrying about him.

In one swift motion, he flips you flat onto your stomach.

“Aang!?” you yell in confusion. He grips your hips, pressing them into a mean arch as he slaps his hips against yours. Filling you so deeply, you cum all over again, eyes rolling into the back of your head when he ruts into a spot you didn’t even know you had.

You melt into straight putty, letting him thrust and rut into you as he pleased. The base of his cock coated in your mixed stickiness. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, I love you.” he babbled, painting your insides with his thick pretty load, hips stuttering as your tight pussy clenched around him, squeezing him of every last drop. “Mmph— baby, I’m so sorry.”

You don’t even know what he’s apologizing for anymore, being stupid? fucking you stupid? Who fucking knows.

[cinna-creme]

a/n: i think i miss my wife - back to kiri and bkgsqd slop soon !

“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.

“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.

“c’mon pretty.” you purr.

“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.

“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”

“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.

“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.

you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.

“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.

“yes.” he squeezes your hips.

you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.

“ask.” you look down at him.

“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.

“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”

your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.

“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.

“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”

“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.

“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.

[mikaelvr]

spell my name with her tongue .ᐟ toph x f!reader

content: 18+ nsfw, fluff & smut, book author!reader, switch!reader if you squint, making out, cunnilingus (reader receiving).

summary: you’re quite surprised at your girlfriend’s sudden interest in writing knowing she’s never held a pen before. you decide to help her.. but she clearly has something else in mind.

drabble based on this req; slumber party by ashnikko !

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it was a completely innocent question, and you could have never predicted where it’d land you minutes later.

“can you teach me how to write?”

spilled ink and half-filled papers littered your work desk, while some lay crumpled and balled up by your feet. you tapped the end of your pen against the hard wood incessantly, your other hand clutching the side of your head, glaring at the few lines you just wrote. you’d been brainstorming ideas for your next book for the past two hours now, but none of them hit the spot just yet.

you sighed, leaning back on your chair as you rubbed and smoothed down your furrowed eyebrows.

two familiar beefy arms gently wrapped around your neck from behind, your girlfriend’s chin resting on the top of your head.

“ah, toph. it’s you.” you smiled, caressing her forearms and pressing a gentle kiss on them.

“writer’s block again, or whatever you call it?” she asked, feeling up the wads of paper on the floor with her toes.

you nodded, exasperated. “it’s terrible.. whenever i think ‘wow, yes! this idea is definitely it!’ i end up finding trouble inserting it into a decent plotline with good development.. i can’t even come up with a good starting paragraph!”

toph hummed, nuzzling your hair, “i have no idea what you just said, but that sounds cool.”

you chuckled, rolling your eyes fondly, “it’s anything but cool, tophie.”

“say,” her arms slightly flex around the delicate skin of your neck, “can you teach me how to write?”

that piques your attention. you glance up at her, curious, “you want to learn how to write?”

“if it’s not too much trouble.” she quickly adds, and you almost melt at the sweetness. you pat her forearms, “slide a chair closer.”

she lets go of you to do just that, reaching for the extra chair you always keep in the corner of your room, dragging it to the desk.

she sits by your side, and you allow yourself to stare for a minute. she was only in a tight tank top and shorts, her glorious muscles in full display for your feasting eyes. her dark hair was loosely brushed back in a low pony, porcelain skin marred with a few bruises from her last sparring match.

what a catch. you high-five yourself in your mind.

she scoots closer, and you set your daydreaming aside to grab an empty paper.

“mhm..” you scratch your head with your pen, thinking. “well, i’m not sure where to start. maybe the basics? we could start with the alphabet?”

she scoffs, “that’s boring. i wanna write proper words.”

“well, you need the alphabet to do that, toph.”

“make me write words!!”

you were already regretting agreeing to this. she was worse than a toddler.

you sigh, “how about we first write all the letters, then we can make words with—”

“no,” she reaches for your hand, taking the pen for herself. “hmm.. show me how to write my name.”

you glare at her, but you know better than to argue with your stubborn excuse of a girlfriend.

“fine then.” you sigh in defeat, holding her hand tightly along with the pen in her grip. “follow my lead.”

she nods, and you start with your instructions.

“first,” you move her hand with yours, “we dip the pen in ink, like this. then we tap it against the edge to remove the excess ink, so we don’t get blots on our paper. a very important rule is that it’s never dry. remember, dry equals bad. the tip must always be wet.”

she snickers, “like you.”

you give her a deadpan look, “why are you like this?”

“okay okay, yes.” she sits up straight, dipping it in the ink bowl and tapping it, then bringing it to hover over the sheet. “like this?”

“good girl. now, carefully feel my strokes,” you shift her hand with yours, drawing out the letters as she commits them to memory. “t-o-p-h.”

“so that’s my name,” she hums, bringing the pen to dip it again, “let me try it alone this time.”

you nod, and you watch her almost accurately write the same letters again.

“wow, impressive.” you kiss her cheek, looking down at what she wrote. “the letters are on point. your only problem is.. your spacing.”

“mhm? what about it?” she asks, gazing down at you.

“well..” you stare at the sheet of paper. “they’re kind of.. all on top of each other. but that’s fine, we can work on that.”

she shrugs, “it’s fine. i don’t mind them being on top of each other.”

your brow raises in confusion, but before you can question your weird girlfriend, she interrupts you with another request. “now, teach me how to write your name.”

you blink, spotting the eager glint in her eyes, then you chuckle. “my name? sure. are you really sure you don’t want to learn the alphabet first?”

“duh,” she rolls her eyes like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. “now show me.”

and once again, your lithe fingers find hers, teaching her the gentle strokes of your name.

when you let her do it alone on her second attempt, she repeats the same mistake of stacking all the letters on top of each other.

she says it’s not a mistake, though.

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“mhh— tophh..” you mewl against her lips, your floor a mess of paper and ink when your girlfriend suddenly sweeped it all off your desk, deciding to do you instead of her homework.

her thumbs press and rub on your peaked nipples, swallowing all your moans with saliva-wet kisses, the sheer force of them keeping your head pinned against the wall behind you.

her hands squeeze your tits, sliding up and down the curve of your waist, grabbing at whatever flesh she could.

she licked the saliva that dribbled off your lips, tonguing it back into your mouth as her hand finally slid down to cup your clothed pussy.

you kiss her harder, desperately sucking on her tongue while her fingers graze your soaked folds through your panties. you buck your hips against her hand, and you whine when she leaves your swollen lips with a wet pop.

“shh..” she presses a hot kiss to your neck, “i’ll take care of you.”

one thing you loved about toph is that she never kept you waiting.

it took less than ten seconds for your legs to be spread wide open and hiked up on her shoulders, her hands finding the fat of your backside to pull you closer, bringing your aching cunt to her needy mouth.

she catches the panties between her teeth, tugging them to the side, her fingers refusing to leave the nice swell of your ass.

your eyes cross and roll to the back of your head when her tongue finally finds your leaking pussy, licking a big languid stripe right across the center.

you uselessly thrash in her grasp, tears already welling up in your eyes, the desk clattering with your movement while her unrelenting grip tightens around your thighs. the pace of her feverished eating increases and so does the pitch of your screams.

“toph— oh! oh my god!” you moan, glassy-eyed, her tongue swirling in oddly familiar patterns you couldn’t quite place.

“rule one,” she grins against your swollen pussy lips, “dry equals bad, must always be wet. done.”

before you can even register her words in your pleasure-addled haze, fast strong strokes are licked across your folds and your back almost breaks from the unnatural arch it snaps into.

“oh my fuck! toph!!” you cry out, writhing uncontrollably as you finally make out the pattern she was following.

fucking hell— she was spelling your name out with her tongue!

“mhhm,” a low chuckle rumbles through her throat, the vibrations only making your thighs spasm harder around her head. “see? i told you i didn’t need any spacing.”

her tongue laps at your puffy clit in harsh flicks, and your vision flashes white.

“t-o,” she continues sucking and licking through your orgasm, using the fresh gush of your slick to coat your folds even better, “p-h. toph. that’s who this pussy belongs to.”

her effortless eroticism is almost enough to have you cum again immediately.

weak whimpers slip out of your lips, your hand finding her head to push it off your overly sensitive cunt. she grins, pressing one last deceptively sweet kiss to your swollen bud before mercifully pulling away.

she lifts herself up to capture your quivering lips into a slower kiss you easily accept, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“did i do good?” she asks, and the knowing smirk on her face is answer enough to her own question.

you wipe the remaining tears off your face, wrapping your arms around her. “.. you’re so filthy.”

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gulp my exam’s on friday pray for me

[florrasol]

! ⠄ cat dad katsuki ✿ֵ (cont)

⤷ ゛find part 1 here! first of all, thank you all so much for the love on this first part!! It's so heartwarming to see that you all enjoyed it enough to request a second part, especially since I was barely even awake writing it (I say as it's 1:44 AM as I'm starting)

Ever since you'd visited his apartment, Princess now eyes the door in hopes you'll return. Katsuki started noticing this about a week after the fact, specifically when Princess's tail would drop the slightest bit when she'd see him walk through the door and not you.

He'd want it to irritate him, that his daughter likes you more than him, but he can't help the thrumming of his heart and the subtle heat that creeps up his neck and cheeks when he imagines his two favorites snuggling up on the couch, watching TV to pass the time by.

His heart swoons more as he ponders the possibility of finding the two of you curled up underneath a blanket, heater running (because he rarely uses the heater; he's warm as is) and a cup of whatever warm drink you'd prepared and had to inevitably talk Princess out of sampling.

So he calls you, proposes that you spend the night.

In his head, you'd entertain Princess for a while, dote on her until she's giddy, and then spend the rest of your time and love on him. After all, if you can keep up with Princess's demands (mind you, the ones he fostered) without burning out, you could surely love on him as the night winds down.

That said, he should have known that Princess would want to hog you just as much as he does; she's his daughter, so it was practically a given.

You arrive with your sleep bag slung over your shoulder (basically decorative at this point; your toothbrush lives in Katsuki's bathroom) and immediately hug...Princess!?

"Oh, hi, baby!" You coo, scooping Princess up into your arms and rock her, one hand on her back and one on her bottom.

Princess purrs in the instant.

And Katsuki's left to watch you coddle his cat, and not him. An almost petulant pout graces his sharp features, and it almost makes you laugh.

"Aww, what's that face for, Katsuki?"

"You know damn well," he huffs, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Your back meets flush to his chest, his heartbeat reverberating along your spine.

The weight of his chin meets your shoulder, and you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple.

"Wait! Do you know what I want to do?" You ask, fingers absently carding through Princess's soft fur; much to your smugness, Princess purrs louder.

"Mm, what?"

"Can we watch a movie and relax?"

He raises a brow, eyes darting between you and Princess. His own shoulders stiffen, marginally. "Like...with her with us?"

A hot wave courses through the veins in your face. "Not like that, you perv! Actually watching a movie."

"Oh. Yeah, we can." He relaxes visibly; arms loosening from around you to set the sofa up.

The three of you settle onto the couch, Princess wedged comfortably (royally) between the both of you. You can practically feel the smugness radiating off of her, though you can't distinguish if it's because she's next to both of her favorite people, or because she's the one closer to you.

Either option does little to quell the giddy butterflies in your chest as the movie starts to play.

About halfway through the screening, your eyelids start to feel like weighted discs, and the audio from the movie blurs into hazy, grey static. As your eyes start to flutter shut, you feel a weight settle into your lap: fluffy, warm, and ovular in the way only a loafing cat can occupy.

Gravity guides your head down onto Katsuki's shoulder, and he wraps an arm around you out of habit.

He looks at both you and Princess, comfortable and secure with each other, blankets enveloping your frames. His jaw loosens and his eyes soften significantly, and he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze---grounding, reassuring.

Yeah, he could get used to this.

♡. and...that's a wrap! It's 2:17 AM as I'm finishing this up, and I think I'm really enjoying writing my own bed-time story before falling asleep, so maybe I'll continue writing at ungodly hours while my vision starts to blur haha! ♡. I actually don't have a cat, so I'm guessing at their behaviors as best as I can. If anything's inaccurate, please lmk so I can fix it as promptly as possible!

[florrasol]

! ⠄ cat dad katsuki ✿ֵ

I think if Katsuki were to have a pet, it would be a cat of some kind. He'd likely have a preference for a breed that's loving and calm, yet he finds himself at a shelter where a particular siamese cat catches his eye. She's only about a half a year old, and the shelter doesn't know how to respond to how territorial she is. Still, Katsuki adopts her and names her Princess, short for Princess Explosion Murder. (She's his baby, after all.) Katsuki spoils the hell out of his cat. Premium cat food, (wild-caught salmon, wet food, and so forth) a bed over half the length of his couch, and enough enrichment toys to fill a whole room of his apartment. In retrospect, he shouldn't be surprised that Princess makes more demands of him than he makes on the field.

And Katsuki, weak for his cat, is more than happy to oblige her every demand.

On occasion, (every day, for at least an hour, but those are semantics to him) he carries her around the apartment and indulges her, taking the toys she gives and hands them back.

And, for as much as Princess sasses him, she only ever wants to be around Katsuki. On the off chance he has guests over, Princess is firmly affixed to his side, refusing to entertain anyone but Katsuki. He won't admit it, but he's especially smug about this.

Which is why when he brings you over to his apartment for the first time, his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees Princess saunter up to you and nuzzle against your calf.

It does little to quell the beating of his heart when you crouch down to dote on her, lightly rubbing behind her ear and letting her inspect your hands with her paws, a task she performs rather magnanimously.

And god forbid you take Princess into your arms and cradle her, like he does, and turn to him with the bright smile he fell in love with.

"Look, Katsuki! She's so cuddly!" You beam.

"She has never once been cuddly with anyone," he nods slowly---absently, head struggling to reconcile the sight.

"Really? She's so sweet."

"She hissed at Dunce Face when he turned in her direction."

"Oh." You tilt your head, looking down at Princess. "Well, Princess and I are getting along just fine."

He can't really deny that, nor can he deny the fact that he's fallen more in love with you.

if this isn't coherent, it's because it's 2:28 A.M. and my vision's a little bit bleary and my head hurts 💖

[florrasol]

part 2 is out !!!

[kalinaseli]

how did i miss something so perfect WHY AM I SEEING THIS A MONTH LATER OMGGGGG 😭😭😭😭

[luvrspitt]

╰ 18+ MDNI. getting tired while riding bf kirishima? don’t worry, he’s more than happy to do all the work!

“fuck—look at you,” kirishima sighs, throwing his arms behind his head to get a good look at you bouncing manically on his cock, pretty mewls slipping from your slacked jaw mixing with his own brutish sounds, “wish you could see what i’m seein’, doing such a good job for me.”

his praises cause you to choke back a delicious moan, long nails digging deep into his alabaster shoulders in an attempt to stabilize yourself in the euphoria your feeling, his flesh irritated and raised.

“can’t b-breathe,” you stutter, pace hesitating. it’s difficult to keep up with him, the intensity of your ass smacking into his thighs nearly knocks the wind straight from your lungs every plunge downward on his rock hard length, the skin slapping so loudly it echoes right off of the bedroom walls.

“you got it, can tell you’re close,” kirishima grins, thighs flexing beneath you, “squeezin’ my cock so fucking tight pretty girl, let yourself feel good.”

“feels like i can feel you inside my chest.” and you can. his inches pulsate snug inside your womb, ropes of iridescent precum slipping recklessly around your walls, the sappy combination of mixed fluids dripping down, down, down, to coat your sensitive inner thighs.

the room smells thick of sex and fluids, the animalistic routine ending up with you taking exactly what you wanted, hips rolling up and down his shaft to chase your nth high of the night.

“keep goin’ just like that babydoll—fuck!” he curses, voice gravely with an intensity that makes you clench, his cock stirring deep in your squishy walls.

his hand falls down to the fat of your hip, gripping and prodding the flesh like his own custom stress ball, an occasional soft slap landing on your ass cheek just so he can watch you gasp, kissing the sounds clean of your mouth.

unfortunately for you, it’s so damn laborious to keep up with the pace you unintentionally set, the pro hero’s stamina easily allowing him to go all night deep inside of you. a refractory period practically non-existent with a refusal to give up anytime soon, the strong man barely breaks a sweat as he enjoys the ride, his hand effortlesssly guiding you to rock back and forth.

your exhausted, inner thighs burning, back aching. kirishima can tell, your feverish movements halting for a gentle roll of your hips, sticky cunt gliding against the dark patch of hair against his pelvis, body lacking stimulation.

“eiji! i can’t! need your help,” you beg, cute fucked-out face warbling down at him in a pitiful plea, hips fully coming to a halt.

“ahh of course you do,” clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he grunts low, testing the waters with a big fat ‘slaaap’ of his hips, your body almost bouncing off his muscular thighs.

“eiji—oh fuck!” squeaking at the feeling of his candy-red cockhead swabbing past your g-spot and ‘round your tough cervix, you grow breathless—unable to do anything besides sit there and take it.

you gasp at the feeling each time he plops you down, his strong body easily holding you up as if you're a featherweight, throbbing inches smooching your gummy spot so perfectly you’re beginning to see a multi-colored array of pinpoint stars and patterns.

“you like that? like makin’ me do all the work?” he laughs at your cockdrunken state, blown out vermillion eyes raking up and down your soft frame, watching your tits bounce with every snap of his thighs.

“f-feels so much b-better when you do it,” your toes are beginning to curl, the metaphorical rubber band ready to snap in your core, a white-hot heat flashing through your veins.

“love it when i use you, is that it?” he’s teasing you now, a calloused thumb fumbling with the soft velvet between your sensitive folds, rubbing small circles to your sensitive clit, the motions making you hiccup. “should’a just asked me—fuckkk! could have gave ya what you wanted wayyy earlier babydoll.”

“mpfph! yes— b-but—”

“—but what baby? cock got ya dumb?”

it’s pitiful, the way he’s so easily able to turn you into a puddle of lust in his hands, your body at his disposal to fuck into, knowing each time he will give you what you want as long as you tell him exactly what it is.

“use your words ‘n tell me how you’re feelin’.”

nodding, you answer him, lips quivering as you try your best to form a coherent sentence, the words sounding almost silent from the sounds of soaked flesh smacking. “‘s too much!”

he places a sloppy kiss to your open mouth, tongue trailing down to bite the bare flesh of your neck, his ivory shark teeth piercing the skin. “said you needed my help didn’t ya? now you’re stuck takin’ whatever i’m givin’ you sweetpea.”

a/n: kiri worms! kiri worms!

[cathnospam]

Bakugo seems like the kinda boyfriend that would be extremely comfortable with you as long as you don’t point it out.

For example, if you asked him he’d help you wax or trim your pussy.

“Don’t move.” His voices under his breath, he had his thumb on the side of your labia, pushing it gently to the side as he places the mildly hot wax on the hairy patch, spreading it on the small area, “exhale for me.”

“now inhale—“

RRRRIIIPP

Before you let out a shriek he warms up his hand and presses it firmly on the now bald area, subconsciously he does a delicate back and fourth motion, very little pressure, but just enough to relief the sting.

He keeps his hand on you to look back and grab another stick and place it in the wax again, he had a very relaxed and focused look on his face. It was almost unnatural how he kept his reactions so calm….you almost questioned if he has done this before with other women…

In reality he actually prepared himself to do this by watching videos and getting some very embarrassing advice from Mina he swore her to secrecy with.

But you’ll wait until after at least so he doesn’t walk out and leave you as Miss Patchy for the evening.

Regardless, he finally finished the final area, not saying anything but placing the mirror between your legs as you instructed him to so you can see it and, he did an amazing job, almost better than your regular waxer, right when you were about to make a joke about doing a butt strip wax, you noticed him spreading your legs further apart.

You wanted to question him, but instead you just watched him, having a thought in the back of your head of what he’ll do would be…less than wholesome. Unfortunately you did get extremely turned on.

You literally could not help it, this was probably more intimate than actually having sex, he took his time to WAX YOU BALD. Bakugo didn’t understand why you liked being bald down there but it was never something that bothered him. Your body your rules he always says.

Bakugo on the other hand really loved you trusted him to do this. You and him have had extremely transparent conversations for years and even before dating had a very unspoken closeness. When you asked he did spit a few jokes about you just staying hairy, but of course obliged.

He just was hoping he wouldn’t screw up and maybe you can always come to him for these things.

“You okay?” His rasped voice breaks the silence in the room, it was genuine curiosity he had in his voice . His warmed hand rubbing your inner thigh trying to find your eyes. You could’ve sworn he was doing this on purpose, but you were too busy trying not to literally beg him to do exactly what you want him to. Unfortunately your eyes spoke for you, practically begging. And your boyfriend can read them like a book.

“I’m okay….you did really good.”

“I can tell.” Bakugo’s eyes look towards your lower body, the corner of his lip curling when he sees your labia glistening a little from wetness, “You get wet for your waxer?”

Before you could get up and hide in the bathroom from embarrassment he guides you back on your back, “‘m just playing. You could’ve just asked after, pervert.”

“Shut up !—“

You were like candle to a flame when he kissed you, melting right into his touch, pathetic little whimpers in between lip smacking distracted you momentarily from the way his fingers played with your wet clit. Under the noises you made with your mouth.

“What else do you need.”

His breath fanned your lips, the tension was heavy and somehow the room got sticky and hot. He asks you, knowing the answer already but he repeats again holding your chin up with one hand and stopping the tight circles below with the other , “What do you want me to do to you.”

“I want…” You felt your chest get tight, it was hard to admit what you wanted when his eyes didn’t leave yours. You were naked from the waist down and he was fully clothed. Feeling so vulnerable, all you could do was touch his lips with your fingers. He understood.

Bakugo kisses the tips of your fingers before guiding you on your back, small wet pecks littered your inner thigh, you were so hot to the touch he couldn’t help living two long stripes up each thigh before kissing your slippery clit.

“Fuck.” He barked against your wet skin, words mumbled and mouth full, “‘taste so good.”

Your pussy was still a bit sensitive from the wax, but it was a painful pleasure that only spiked the ecstasy your boyfriend was giving you with his mouth.

He knew he had to be gentle, so he didn’t penetrate you with his fingers but instead his tongue , you look down and see his head bobbing up and down your hips follow his strokes.

“‘Suki—-!” Your jaw was slacked his slithering mouth lapped you up and down before focusing back on your clit to suck on. His hand gripped under your knee now to place on his broad shoulder.

It was either your sensitivity, own neediness, or lack of stimulation for about 2 weeks, but the familiar knot in your tummy came rushing back to you so harsh to the point you were practically humping his face to ride out your orgasm.

Bakugo managed to look up at you gripping your breast from under your shirt, it was so hot to him he pulled the shirt him himself to watch your other breast fall out so he can grip it as well, “‘Suki…” You giggled weakly at him popping off your clit to clean you up and put you on some new panties.

“Come here.” He mostly just spoke out loud instead of commanding to wrap his arms around you while you laid on his chest,

“So….can I wax you next?”

“I thought you liked my dick hair?”

“Oh ew don’t call it that?!”

Bakugo is so comfortable with you and it’s always just so rewarding.

[cinna-creme]

BAKUSQUAD TRAIN THATS SO REAL😭 im also in my Eiji Era but i can’t help but imagine him pounding into you while you’re going at it in doggy, stretching you to your limits because he’s a fuckin TANK. And at the same time Katsuki’s cock is so deep in your throat, your eyes are watering from being so full🤤 IM IN HEATTTTTT

Also hi bb Cinna I hope you’re doing okay🥰

-🥀

oh god i’m wet

“bakugo man let her breath.” kiri’s fingers dig into your hips the rhythmic shlick! shlick! shlick! louder than your gags as he fucks you

“i told her to breath through her nose.” katsuki pats the side of your cheek, watching the spit bubbles appear and pop as he fucks your face

you’re in fucking heaven being stretched and fucked, the lack of air, the pleasure. your body is humming, orgasms just bursting through you with little stars in your vision as you stare up at katsuki

you almost wish you could be out of your body to see them more clearly, especially when they kiss over you, but you wouldn’t want to give up being between them. when they both fill you and pull out of you, you croak.

“switch! or- ngh! both in at once.” you pant.

“your pussy can’t take us both baby.” kiri coos.

“yes! try! pleasepleaseplease!”

“no.” bakugo grabs your chin. “we’ll switch tho.”

[tired-biscuit]

you know that trope where it’s princess + knight, but they’ve both been captured by the bad guys and the princess is now gripped by the jaw by the villain, receiving a thin cut to her cheek while remaining completely still with a defiant look in her eyes even as a droplet of blood begins to trickle out of the wound, all while 3 people AT THE VERY LEAST need to have their hands locked on the knight because he’s thrashing around like a wild animal, trying so so so desperately, violently, to get to her?

yeah, that’s porn to me.

[hvenlyang3l]

Bakugou letting you hold it while he pees

(a repost from my alt acc)

Katsuki’s already standing at the toilet, one hand on his waistband, ready to take a peaceful piss in silence like a normal human being — when suddenly:

“Can I hold it?”

He freezes like he just got hit with a stun grenade.

Slowly… very slowly… he turns his head over his shoulder, eyes wide, jaw locked.

“…the fuck did you just say?”

You’re standing in front of the bathroom door like it’s a courtroom. Hands clasped behind your back. Rocking heel to toe. Proud. Serious. Deadly earnest.

“Let me hold your pee pee while you pee.”

He blinks. Once. Twice.

“First of all— DON’T call it a fuckin’ pee pee.”

You nod solemnly. “Okay. Cock.”

“That’s WORSE!”

You pout. “But I saw it on TikTok! Girlfriends do it for their boyfriends. It’s cute. Bonding activity.”

Katsuki stares at you like you’ve just declared war on logic itself. “No.” Immediate. Aggressive. Like you just insulted his bloodline.

“No. Absolutely not. You are NOT touching my dick while I’m taking a piss. That’s— that’s WEIRD. That’s UNHYGIENIC. That’s—”

“…please?”

He inhales sharply like he’s trying to breathe through emotional damage.

“Why the hell would you even want that?”

“I dunno…” you shrug. “I just love you. And I wanna support you through everything. Even your pee.”

He drags a hand down his face, muttering something about dating a certified psychopath, but you can see his resolve crumbling.

He grumbles, pointing at you like he’s issuing a death threat. “Fine. FINE. BUT THIS IS A ONE-TIME THING. ONE. TIME. AND IF YOU LAUGH OR DO ANY WEIRD SHIT I’M ENDING IT.”

You light up like a Christmas tree and bounce over, whisper-shouting, “YAY THANK YOU I PROMISE I’LL TAKE IT SERIOUSLY—”

“SHH— don’t– stop narrating!”

You salute. “Yes sir.”

He reluctantly adjusts himself, awkwardly guiding your hand to hold the base while glaring straight ahead at the wall like he’s bracing for war.

“…okay. I’m gonna go now.”

“Okay.”

Silence. Then pee.

You whisper reverently, “Wow.”

“DON’T SAY WOW!”

You’re grinning like you’re witnessing the birth of your first child. “Look at us. Teamwork.”

“I swear to god—”

You’re holding him carefully with both hands like it’s a sacred relic, lower lip tucked in with deep concentration. Katsuki is tense above you, one palm braced on the wall, the other gripping your wrist in case you do anything reckless.

Everything is silent except for the sound of the stream hitting porcelain.

Then you whisper, dead serious:

“Bro… I feel like I’m playing Wii Sports right now.”

Katsuki CHOKES mid-piss. His whole spine stiffens like you just slapped him with a frying pan.

“EXCUSE ME?!”

Your face lights up like a gremlin who’s just unlocked a new level of chaos. Slowly—very slowly—you tilt your hands a few degrees upward.

“Look, I can aim it higher—”

He makes a horrified noise, gripping your wrist tighter.

“DON’T YOU DARE MOVE IT.” His voice cracks like a middle schooler. “You’re not controllin’ a fuckin’ sprinkler system!”

You’re snorting now, shoulders shaking. He’s red in the face and fighting for his life while still trying not to piss everywhere.

“Trajectory’s good. Pressure’s even. 10/10 stream, babe.”

“Shut the fuck up—” He’s wheezing now, grabbing onto your arm like it’s a live bomb. His ears are glowing scarlet.

And then, with the utmost seriousness, you grin up at him and say:

“…what if I write my name on the water with it?”

Katsuki WHIPS around so aggressively he almost loses aim—hips jerking like you just hit him with a taser.

“ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR GODDAMN MIND?! THIS AIN’T A FUCKIN’ ETCH-A-SKETCH!”

You’re crying laughing at this point, full body shaking, still holding him hostage. You try to steady yourself on his hip but that just makes it worse.

“I’m just saying… teamwork makes the dream work.”

That’s his breaking point. He snarls, yanks your hands off like defusing a bomb, and practically slams the flush lever with the aggression of a war general.

He turns, glaring daggers, cheeks red, chest heaving.

“This is the ONLY TIME. Ever. You hear me?!”

You pout dramatically, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “Aw, but you looked so cute. Like my little firehose.”

He groans, dragging both hands down his face in exhausted defeat. “Next time you ask me dumb shit like this, I’m pissin’ on you.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

(a/n: bakugou definitely gonna have an aneurysm)

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[belimah]

art by ERO

[kikichoo]

just squirted

[satochhi]

you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.

“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.

“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”

“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”

you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”

he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”

as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”

he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.

it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.

“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.

“i know he does.”

[r4inerr]

Horny 3rd year bakugou part 3🙏

Horny 3rd year Bakugou

nsfw

Part 1 Part 2

Katsuki who’s dragged you to the bathroom in the middle of the night. To be fair, your friends were all sleeping on the floor of your dorm room, and you really didn’t wanna risk them hearing or seeing anything, the two of you can get pretty loud at times so it’s probably the best decision you could make. But the thought of it turns him on, the thought that your friends are literally on the other side of the door. 

Katsuki who’s got you pinned against the door, your chest squished right up against it. He’s got you in a slight arch while his hands are resting on your hips, panties pushed to the side while he’s slowly thrusting into you, he’s teasing you, testing how far he can push you before you beg for more. Before you decide to say fuck it and let them hear. He really doesn’t have a pace set, it’s more of him pulling back when you try to sink down on him, only thrusting back in when he hears a little frustrated whine escape your mouth.

Katsuki who eventually slips a hand down around your hips, slowly sliding it down towards the panties you’ve still got on, slipping his hand inside to rub at your clit. When he finally decides to speed up with his pace you’re convinced that the others can hear you. There's a small thump against the door with every thrust, there's the sound of his hips meeting your ass, the slick only adding to it. 

Katsuki who’s finding it so hard to try and keep quiet. The tight, wet heat between your legs is just sucking him in so well. His head is tucked into your shoulder and neck, he can hear every single whine and gasp leaving your mouth. He can hear snoring coming from the other side of the door, and the thought of one of them needing to use the washroom, only to find the two of you fucking inside, gets him so hard. Not that he wants them to see you, because he certainly doesn’t. That’s a sight he’d like to keep to himself.

Katsuki who can’t stop himself from spilling inside of you. Still not even bothering to try and pull out. He stills inside of you, the torment on your clit not stopping until a very audible whine leaves your mouth. One you two worry could’ve woken someone up. You don’t spend very long cleaning up, trying to hurry back in the event someone does actually wake up. Instead quickly leaving the washroom and hurrying back to your bed. Falling asleep in his arms, the evidence of your escapade still spilling out of you.

Katsuki who’s the first person awake in the morning, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you and everyone else to begin waking up. And everything’s going perfectly fine. Perfectly fine until Sero decides to open his mouth. “Did you guys hear that weird thumping last night?”  “Yeah I did! It was so weird.” Neither of you can even look in their direction. But Kirishima knows; he was unfortunate enough to be awake through most of it…

Katsuki

[cathnospam]

You found out Bakugo shaves off his happy trail and it devastated you.

Like genuine emotional irritation when you caught him doing it this morning.

All these years you just assumed he couldn’t grow anything because it was always so smooth but nope worse.

“Oh my—- are you still mad—-?”

“Bakugo, don’t talk to me.”

You didn’t even wanna answer him. Maybe you were being dramatic. Maybe you were extra emotional about it due to your period coming soon, but who cares you couldn’t believe he deprived you of this.

Bakugo on the other hand was lowkey getting a kick out of this, you aren’t usually the type to pout about much, if anything he expected you to throw jokes about it when you caught him, but you surprise him per usual since dating.

Eventually you did of course get over it. But now you made it a habit of grazing and touching his pelvic area, and he notices the glares at his v-line, usually you’d drool over it but now your eyes look at it with expectation. Almost like you’re waiting for something to show up down there.

This was all silly and honestly so weird in his opinion you felt so…strongly about his body hair, But….your man knew exactly what to do.

About 2 weeks past and you were on your couch finishing up an assignment and Bakugo, fresh out the shower and shirtless, took his chance to lounge beside you since he knew the moment he gets comfortable you will take your spot cuddling beside him, and just like he predicted you did.

Closing your laptop, you crawl towards him like a kitten to hug his side and inhale his scent, you didn’t care much for how damp he felt. His skin was still cool and soft despite his scars just how you like. Just like clockwork you were going to poke and prod at his pelvis until—-

“OHMYGOOSSHHH….HAIR??”

The past couple weeks your Blondie didn’t touch his pelvis with a razor, and it grew right back in the same way it did before he shaved it. He honestly didn’t mind it after the weird itchy phase went away. And you couldn’t have loved it that little dark brown hair more…ya weirdo.

“I cannot believe —you haven’t smiled this hard all week???” Bakugo, sounding both intrigued and insulted towards your reaction. You didn’t care his body was out for display and so was his sexy happy trail. It was even more attractive seeing how low his sweatpants were.

“You’re so hot. Take your pants off.”

“Shut up???”

It was really the little things that made you geek out over him; his dimples, his chubby cheeks, his baby photos, and now his body hair. Man you were weird, but he loved you for it.

[6x-x9]

-`♡´- Suguru makes love to you..! :: 18+ :: fem!reader ::

You lay on your tummy in the soft sheets, phone glowing in your hands as you scroll mindlessly. Suguru’s resting on your back, his big body a comforting weight that pins you gently into the mattress. He feels so solid and warm, his chest rising and falling against you with each breath, the room's quiet except for the low hum of the fan and the occasional tap of your finger on the screen.

"Should we order something for dinner?" he murmurs near your ear, voice low and smooth, "Or maybe I can make something just for you? Eggs the way you like them."

You smile into the pillow and nod, his hands starts to wander then. At first they're innocent, sliding along your sides, but soon his palms grow bolder and he slips them under your t-shirt, mapping the curve of your waist and the softness of your skin. His touch gentle yet sure, fingers spreading wide to feel more of your warmth.

A soft moan slips from your lips. It was quiet, barely there, but it made him shift and you felt it immediately. His cock begins to harden against your ass, pressing through his sweatpants as he moves, the more he rocks subtly, the more obvious it becomes... he's getting hard just from touching you like this.

"Are you getting hard right now, Suguru?" you tease, voice playful.

He sighs, a sound full of pain and want. "Fuck yes Princess. And you're such a brat for pointing it out."

Before you could laugh, he flips you over with ease. His strength always surprises you and now you lay on your back, staring up at his handsome face, dark hair falling forward, framing those sharp violet eyes thats looking at you with hunger and he traces his hands up your arms until he pins both your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. The other resting besides your face.

He leans down and kisses you. First came soft pecks, light and teasing against your lips, then the kiss deepens, his mouth claiming yours fully, tongue pushing inside to taste you. You moan into it, body arching up to meet him and he slots perfectly between your thighs, his hips settling against yours as if he always belonged there.

The grinding starts slow, his hard cock rubbing right against your pussy through your thin shorts, with each roll of his hips makes you wetter, the fabric growing damp from how much you want him, then his free hand roams down your side, squeezing your hip before sliding under your shirt again to cup your breast.

You tug against his grip on your wrists, not to escape but to feel the control he has and It sends sparks through you. Suguru notices and tightens his hold just enough to remind you whose in charge as his tongue tangles with yours, the kiss turns messy and hot, breathy sounds filling the space between you.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, lips brushing your jaw. "Look at you. Already so wet for me and I haven't barely even touched you properly, sweet girl." His voice husky and he grounds down harder, letting you feel every inch of his erection pressing against your plump pussy.

Your legs wraps around his waist instinctively, the pressure feeling so good, each movement drags cock right over your clit, making you gasp and he kisses you again, deeper this time, swallowing every little moan you give him, His hand leaves your breast and travels lower, slipping into your shorts to find you soaked.

Suguru groans against your mouth. "So warm and ready. My sweet brat." His fingers teases your folds, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips buck and you try to move your hands but he keeps them pinned, forcing you to take the pleasure he's giving.

He kisses down your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot that always makes you shiver. His hips never stopping their slow grind, even as his fingers explore you. Two thick fingers pushes inside your pussy, curling just right and the stretch feels perfect and you clench around them, moaning louder now.

The weight of him on top of you is everything. His broad shoulders blocking out the light from the lamp. His scent, clean and masculine with a hint of his shampoo, surrounds you, making you feel safe and claimed all at once.

"Please, Suguru," you whisper.

He lifts his head up to look at you, eyes dark with lust. "Please what? Tell me, baby." He adds a third finger, pumping them in and out slowly while his thumb rubs your clit.

You whimper... "I need you inside me. All of you."

He smiles, that lazy, dangerous smile. "Good girl for asking so nicely." Then he releases your wrists but only to pull your shirt off. His own clothes follows quickly and when he settles back between your thighs, his bare cock rests heavy against your slick pussy.

He takes his time rubbing the head up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Every slide making you tremble, then he pushes in, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he bottoms out, the fullness makes your head fall back against the pillow.

Suguru stays still for a moment, savoring how you pulse around him and his hands finds yours again, lacing your fingers together above your head and he starts to move, deep and steady thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you.

Your moans mix with his low groans. The bed creaks softly under you both, he leans down to kiss you through it, tongues sliding together in time with his hips and weat begins to slick your skin where you're touching.

He angles his thrusts to grind against your clit with every push, the pleasure builds fast and your legs tightens around him, heels digging into the small of his back. "Aaa— Close," you breathe.

"Come for me," he commands softly. "Let me feel it."

You shatter around him, pussy clenching tight as waves of pleasure washes over you and he keeps moving through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking. Only then does he let himself go, burying deep and filling you with hot pulses of his milky cum.

He collapses on top of you, still inside, his weight comforting once more, he presses soft kisses to your shoulder as you both catch your breath.

"Dinner in a minute," he murmurs with a smile. "And maybe round two after."

You laugh softly and nod, running your fingers through his raven hair. The night is still young, and Suguru is far from being done with you.

-`♡´- MAIN MASTERLIST-`♡´--`♡´-GETO M-LIST-`♡´-

[miss-todobaku]

What is wrong with being obsessed with an ass, right?

Bakugo physically cannot sleep unless he is completely glued to your backside. Even when he’s dead tired, he’ll violently yank you back-first against his bare chest, his large hands clamping onto your waist to pull your ass flush against his lap. His thick, heavy length is always semi-hard and nestled perfectly between your cheeks, throbbing lazily against you all night.

ugh!!! if you try to shift away because his body heat is boiling you, he completely loses it. Even half-asleep, his grip will tighten like an iron vise, and he'll let out a low, warning growl as he shoves his face directly into the valley of your ass. He literally buries his nose and mouth right against your bare skin, inhaling your scent from right there just to quiet his brain down enough to sleep.

Waking up is the most feral part because his morning wood is absolutely brutal. You’ll wake up to him already rock-hard and slick, deliberately grinding his heavy weight right against your dripping heat from behind. Before you can even open your eyes, his hand will shove your face into the pillow, his voice a ruined, sleepy rasp against your neck: "Don't fucking move—you're taking it right now," before he drives himself completely home.