Kenma (about love 🍑), he's tired after his streaming so when he heard you're innthe shower he decided to follow you 🚿
he's so cute 🥺
words: 679
cw: fem!reader, shower sex, pussy job, fingering, minors dni
“thanks for sticking around with me, everyone, i’m gonna head off now,” he said finally closing out of his game. it was a really good stream today but kenma had gone on a few hours longer than he intended and he was starting to feel a bit restless. “let’s raid shoyo’s stream.”
he sent his audience off to the other stream before giving his final goodbyes and going offline. taking a few moments to stretch out his neck and back, kenma overhears the shower running and your distant voice singing a song he can’t make out.
without thinking, he takes his headphones off and walks down the hall. you don’t notice the door opening, which makes the look on your face even funnier when kenma pulls back the shower curtain.
you let out a cute yelp, dropping the loofah you were washing yourself with. “jesus christ, kenny, what the fuck?” you snap, trying to tug the curtain from his grasp. kenma chuckles shrugging off his shirt and kicking his sweats down until he’s bare, joining you inside and pulling the curtain back. “thought you’d still be streaming for a bit longer.” you grumble, allowing him to pull you into his chest.
as the two of you stand under the water, kenma washes and rinses your hair and lets you do the same to him. it was wholesome at first until your boyfriend's hands started going astray. his fingers linger in between your legs longer than normal and it’s obvious that he’s not trying to help you get clean. “kenny…”
“please?” he asks so sweetly. sometimes it seems that kenma’s more interested in his games and streaming more than anything else, but even when he drowns himself in his work, kenma’s always thinking about you—always aching for you.
you let him touch you, his fingers spreading your lower lips while he bites down on your neck. “can’t you fuck me in bed?” you whine, still spreading your legs a bit to allow kenma more room to play with you.
kenma hums, grabbing his cock to rub along your slit, both of you gasping when the tip just barely catches your clit. “i will, just let me have this,” gently, kenma lifts up your leg, making sure you hold on to the tile wall so you don’t slip while he ruts against you.
it’s cute how quickly he’s able the glide his cock between your folds, knowing it’s not the water from the showerhead that’s making you so wet. kenma sucks deep, purple marks into your skin, wanting so desperately to play with your tits but he keeps his hold on you to ensure you don’t fall. maybe when the two of you are in bed…
“touch your pretty clit for me, kitty,” he whispers, purposely hitting the sensitive bud to get a reaction. your free hand, shaking from the pleasure pulsating through you, reaches down towards your sex. you can feel kenma’s cock, oozing with precum, thrust between your folds, making sure never to slip in. it’s such a tease but you’re the one who wanted him to fuck you properly later.
you do as he asks and soon enough your cunt is drooling so much that kenma nearly loses his rhythm and thrusts inside you. “ken!” you gasp, reaching for his cock but he slaps your hand away.
“take what i give you,” he snaps, humping against your cunt until you’re buzzing, just at the edge of your release. “don’t even have to fuck you and you’ll cum for me anyway, yeah? lemme make a mess, please, kitty, please…”
it’s so wet when you cum. kenma could just slip in and fuck you if he wanted and he wants to so badly—wants to stretch you open on his cock until you’re pushing him away because it’s too much for your little brain. he nearly loses himself, rutting against your sinful cunt until his cum spurts between your legs, leaving a white, sticky mess behind.
“oh, kitty,” he coos, holding your twitching form. “now, i gotta clean you up again…”
Weakness : using your powers for extended periods of time without rest affects your mental status.
Note : Please keep in mind that Scarlet Witch is from a different universe which means that in order for y/n to possess similar powers, some changes need to be done to keep things as natural as possible. This is why I picked some of the original Witch's powers which can go together harmoniously without seeming like you have more than one quirk, and at the same time to reserve the originality of your character.
Masterlist
Bakugo :
Possessing a quirk like yours made it hard for you to make friends growing up, the kids were intimidated and sometimes even scared of you. And you've made your peace with being alone most of the time, until you met Katsuki.
He approached you first -but not in a flirty manner- he was just admiring your quirk since he found it unique, and you were happy to have found someone to talk to.
He found you interesting and liked watching you using your quirk, and soon enough you two became joined at the hip.
It wasn't long before you two realized that your feelings were much greater than those of a friendship.
After you two became a couple, Katsuki was just the proudest guy to have someone as strong and as cool as you are in his life and by his side.
He would comfortably and happily admit that you are the only person who can easily kick his ass.
Your quirk allows you to understand and sense how people feel, and you use that whenever Katsuki has a hard time expressing himself to you or to others.
You have to be partnered up with him during missions because he feels like you two are capable of winning any fight if you're together.
Sometimes you get weak and emotionally drained after using your quirk for a long duration, and whenever something like that occurs, Katsuki is there for you.
He would leave the fight in the capable hands of his comrades and rushes to your side. The first thing he does is taking you away from the scene and to a more peaceful one.
He would allow you to cry or scream or even hit him, depending on how you're feeling at the moment. And once you've calmed down you'd apologize immediately and profusely, and his response is always the same, he smiles and kisses your tears away, reminding you that he will forever be by your side.
Shouto :
You two worked at the same agency for a while before you could even have the guts to approach one another. And even when that happened, it was because you were paired up in a mission.
Both of you are introverts, which is why it was a little awkward between you two at the beginning. You tried your hardest to come out of your shells and it was fun to watch you two struggle with regular small talks as opposed to your savagery during a fight.
You two are extremely powerful in your own unique way: his quirk is eye-catching and flashy, whereas yours is much more understated and subtle, which is why you two work perfectly together.
What started as comradery soon turned into something else, and your quirks were no longer the only thing you liked about each other.
Working side by side as a couple hasn't got so many differences from doing so as mere colleagues. That being said, there was one thing that actually changed in Shouto's behavior. He became a lot more concerned about your safety.
Having worked together for a while, he is familiar with how the unrestrained use of your quirk can affect your psyche, which is why he forces you to retreat as soon as he notices a change in your behavior.
Even so, there are times when he's a little too late to take notice of your state, in which case you find yourself swept up your feet and carried away to a safer place.
And it goes both ways, you use your quirk to ease his mind whenever things get rough especially with his family.
You understand when he needs your help because he walks up to you, takes your hands in his and places your palms on his cheeks, all the while looking deeply into your eyes. And it's like looking at a cute little puppy.
And you are greatly thankful that your quirk is able to ease your beloved's troubled mind, the way he's able to ease yours.
Izuku :
He was fascinated by you the moment you two were assigned to the same mission.
He approached you afterwards, bombarding you with questions about your quirk and about the way you use it.
He told you that the type of quirk you two have is somewhat the same, as he possesses One For All which is a stockpile of numerous quirks, and you possess multiple powers yourself.
Seeing him speaking enthusiastically made your heart flutter. He was probably the first person to not only speak to you casually, but also admire your powers.
You learned that -he too- was kind of a loner growing up. And when people avoided you because they were scared of your quirk, they avoided him because he was quirkless before receiving One For All.
Growing up, everyone around you constantly insisted that the powers you have are perfect for a villain. And at some point you believed it yourself, but Izuku helped you restore your confidence after years of self doubt caused by your quirk.
You became his shadow ever since then, and he found it cute how you kept following him around everywhere he goes.
You were the first to declare your love to him, but it took you a while to actually gather up your courage and stutter your confession. Thankfully, he too had the same feelings for you and was ecstatic hearing you shyly talk about your love for him. That day was the day you shared your first kiss, and that is something you will never forget.
You are always there for one another, during missions and whatnot. Both of your quirks can leave you overburden and mentally exhausted, and it's up to the other person to stabilize the one in need.
You are each other's number one fan, and each other's favorite person, so you make sure to remind the other of that.
cw. oral, fingering, squirting, 69, face sitting — rbs are appreciated — m.list
BOKUTO KOTARO
When he’d told you after a grueling practice with the team that he needed something good to eat you didn’t think you’d find yourself with your thighs pinned open, your knees pressed to your chest and his tongue buried in your creamy cunt.
“Ko, please,” you sob, your body twitching when he hums in response, just watching you with his golden eyes as he sucks on your clit, pressing his tongue to the bud when you pull his hair.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when a harder lick makes your nub throb against his tongue, “yeah cumming huh” he coos against your folds, rubbing two fingers on your upper wall.
He almost cum in his boxers when you squirt in his face, your cum running down his chin as he runs a hand through his hair and pulls his fingers away from your sensitive pussy, “that was hot, pretty” he moans wiping the lower part of his face with the back of his hand.
Bokuto smiles satisfied as you slump down on the pillows, his eyes bright as he licks his fingers and pulls his fat hard cock out of his boxers, “you can do that here too, pretty.”
Y/n answering her bf on the phone while getting pounded by his best friend? Y’all need Jesus omg but I can’t stop thinking abt this now it’s so sexy😩
Imagine y/n saying "I love you" to her bf on the phone, which drives Eren insane with jealousy. He drives his hips harder and harder into her, wanting to render her a babbling, incoherent mess.
You know what now that I’ve had some sleep (read: 3 hours) it’s time to do this *cracks knuckles*
Let’s pick up where that phone sex ask left off shall we?
Length: 2.5K
CW: infidelity, exhibitionism, fingering, little bit of nipple play, penetrative sex, unplanned creampie, breeding kink
As you get into your car and drive the short distance to Eren’s apartment, doubt begins to cloud your mind. You know what will happen the minute you step past the threshold of his doorway. Having phone sex with your best friend is one thing…but actual sex? Where you’d have to face him as you cheat on your boyfriend? Guilt swims like a shark in your stomach, ready to sink its jaws into your adulterous flesh.
And yet… your want outweighs the guilt.
When you ring his doorbell late that night he answers so fast you wonder if he’s just standing behind the door anticipating your arrival (he was). He doesn’t waste even a second, pulling you in the foyer with a hand firmly circled around your wrist. He’s eager, nervous as fuck but eager all the same.
“God you took so long,” Eren mutters before crashing his lips into yours, pinning your body against the door. His hands slip under your t-shirt, a simple one you wore with no bra underneath because you were planning to go to bed earlier before…well, you know. He moans against your lips, the sound even more plagued with need and want than what you heard over the phone. The phone call didn’t do his voice justice at all. Because if he sounded sexy over the phone, the sounds he makes now threaten to make you drop dead where you stand.
When he breaks away, if only to take in oxygen, you reply, “it was literally only 10 minutes.”
A hand cups your breast under your shirt as he says, “longest ten fucking minutes of my life.”
You chuckle at his eagerness as his lips caress your jaw, nibble on your ear, trace down the column of your throat. All the while your hands make their way through his strands, a half-assed man-bun that he haphazardly tied as he waited for you to arrive. His hand under your shirt teases your nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers, pinching and pulling as he sucks love marks into your skin. You’re too lost in the feeling to remember to tell him not to leave marks. Not that he would have listened.
Because Eren, he doesn’t care if anyone knows about what you’re doing behind closed doors. If anything the thought of leaving evidence behind of this tryst makes him only more aroused, his cock straining once more in his shorts as he ruts against you. As heat pools into the skin of your collarbones under his plump lips, his hands make their way to the back of your thighs.
“Up,” he instructs you, barely breaking contact with your skin. You allow him to wrap your legs around his waist, his hands squeezing your ass as he holds you against the door. At this angle, you can feel the bulge in his shorts rubbing right against your core. And you want him—you want him to do those things he said on the phone. To fill you, to fuck your mouth, to touch you where your clit burns for his fingers. And he knows you want it, because the second you feel his length between your legs you moan his name so desperately he’ll be hearing echoes of it in this living room for weeks.
“What do you want baby? Tell me,” he says, his voice both sultry yet carrying his signature smugness. He knows the answer. But he’s been wanting to hear you say it for years.
And you do. You tell him, your needy voice music to his ears, “Eren, I want you, please.”
You can feel the tufts of air, his warm breath against your skin as he titters. “I’ll give it to you—whatever you want. But you gotta be more specific, hmm?”
Your hands around his neck pull him closer, and you can feel all of him now: his strong chest pressed against yours; his breath against your neck as you rest your head on his shoulder; his cock right against your cunt, despite the few layers of fabric between you. His hands at your ass pull you impossibly close, grinding your heat up and down against his length. It makes you both groan, audibly, and you just outright say it, because you can’t play this game with him anymore. Not when you’re soaking your shorts and your skins aflame like this.
“Just fuck me Eren, please.”
“So needy,” he teases, but you both know he’s got it just as bad. He holds you firmly against his chest and suddenly he lifts you away from the wall. You know the layout of his apartment well. You know where he’s headed when he carries you down the hallway and to the first door on the left.
His bedroom.
It happenes so fast after that, you mind clouded with lust and unresolved feelings for your best friend. He takes the time to prep you with his fingers, to coax your high at least once before he even attempts at chasing his. When your peak’s now past you lay back, naked and soaked with arousal, watching as Eren prepares to do what’s he dreamed of doing for years. He stands on his knees between your thighs, his fist slowly pumping his length. From your angle you’re met with a view of his flushed head, his chiseled abs, and his grinning face, so fucking ready to have you.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” He remembers to ask, though in his fantasies he never did.
You cast your gaze away, embarrassed at the way you ask, “how’s your pull out game?”
Eren laughs at your flustered expression, though his laugh is sincere. Sweet, even. He’s not laughing at you but rather, so taken by how cute he thinks you are when you’re trying to hide your feelings. Cause it couldn’t be more obvious what you really wanted.
He leans forward, fisting the sheets right beside your face. His other hand positions his cock right at your entrance, and the angle of his body hovering over yours has his cock’s head already pushing into your cunt. Just the contact alone has every nerve on edge, every hair on your skin up at attention.
“I’ll try my best,” he says, knowing he can’t make that kind of promise—he wants to fill you with him cum so bad he worries he won’t be able to control it when the time comes.
Just as he begins to sink into you, you hear it. You know it’s him because he has his own ringtone on your phone.
“Jean’s calling,” you gasp, head turning towards your phone. It lay just out of arm’s reach on the bed, where Eren had piled your clothes as he peeled them off your body.
Eren’s arms are longer. He reaches for the phone and hands it to you.
“Answer.”
And though you look at him in shock, prepared to ignore the call, it rings two more times before Eren himself answers it. He places the phone face up right on your chest, and looks at you expectantly.
“Jean?” You ask, eyes locked with Eren’s green ones. Your eyes widen even further as he moves to resume what he started: pushing his dick inside you.
“Hey baby, what are you up to? I just got out of work,” Jean says on the other end. You can hear the faint sounds of cars whizzing by, and the sound of an ignition starting. He must have just started his car.
Eren only nods, prompting you to keep up the conversation, as you feel just the tip of his cock make it’s way past your entrance. You wince, it’s a stretch.
“I’m—uh, I’m home,” you tell him, squeezing your eyes shut as Eren pushes further in. He doesn’t like that. He wants you to see him as he fills you for the first time. He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, and blows air over your eyes. When you open them he grins mischievously.
“Eyes on me,” he whispers.
You can hear the sound of the car moving. Jean begins to drive. “Are you? I miss you, can I stop by?”
“No!” You reply, a bit harsher than you intended, as Eren’s finally buried himself to the hilt. He nibbles at your ear as one of his hands cups the back of your neck.
“Tell him your sick,” Eren whispers into your ear, his hips flush against yours as your legs wrap around his waist.
“I’m feeling kinda—kinda sick,” you tell Jean, swallowing harshly as Eren slowly pulls back his hips.
“Sorry to hear that,” Jean says. “Want me to pick you up something? Medicine? Soup?”
Eren’s fingers slip into the roots of your hair, tugging your head back. His fierce eyes bore holes into yours as he does one harsh snap into you, a deep thrust that makes you gasp. He’s just messing with you now, you know, and you dig your heel into the dimples of his back in a lame attempt to kick him. He chuckles.
“No-no Jean, I don’t-dont wanna get you sick.”
Eren can feel you squeezing down on him so hard. He’s teasing you, sure, but fuck is it hard for him to resist just all out fucking you like he wants to. He’s impatient. He starts to move, like the slow sway of a boat rocking in calm waters. Back, forth, back, and forth. And you swallow a sob.
“You sure? You don’t sound too good. I don’t care if it’s contagious, angel, I’ll come and—“
“No, Jean—“ you tell him, as Eren’s biting at your shoulder and thrusting into you at a deliciously slow pace. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, baby. Feel better. I’ll let you get some rest.” You can hear the clicking sound of a turn signal as he drives. “Love you.”
Fuck, the guilt is beginning to eat away at you. Eren waits for your reply.
You tell Jean, as you always do, “Love you too.”
Before you can hear anything else from Jean, Eren reaches a hand up to end the call. Your profession of love ignites that dangerous spark of jealousy in him. You can feel it in the way his finger grip onto your hair tighter and his hips snap into you with more force.
“Fuck—Eren,” you groan as he moves, harder and harder, faster and faster. “Eren, slow dow—“
“Gonna make you forget about him,” Eren says, word tumbling out from between gritted teeth, “gonna fuck you so hard all you’ll know is me.” He tugs on your roots, pleading. “Say my name, baby.”
Despite knowing how wrong this is, you can feel it. The way he’s pounding into you, hitting a spot that feels so fucking good, he has your orgasm winding up in your core for the third time tonight. “Oh my god—“
“That’s not my name, is it?” He asks, breathless as he moves into you with such a force you swear you feel him fucking into your stomach.
“Eren, Eren,” you call for him, hands gripping tight onto his shoulders.
“Atta girl,” he coos. He sits up and pushes your thighs back into your chest. And as he gazes down at you with that look like he wants to eat you whole, he starts to move again. Shallow, pointed thrusts that have you only able to voice short ah, ah, ah’s.
“Like that?” He asks, but he already knows you do. You’re close, evidenced by the way your nails claw into his forearms and your heels dig into his shoulder blades. You nod in response, but words escape you. Just short mewls leave your lips as they part open and closed over and over. He would tease you if he could, but frankly he was enjoying this too much. The way your voice sounds as you lose your mind because of him, the way you squeeze him so tight like you’ll never let him go, it’s all better than he ever imagined.
You know what else is better than he imagined? That cute little sob you make as you throw your head back and come on his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, feeling every bit of the way you’re milking him as he thrusts into you. “Gonna make me cum like that, shit. I gotta pull out,” he warns. Despite asking him to pull out, you don’t let him. As you’re coming down from your high, your nails are deep into his skin. Your legs are holding him in place. And you’re not telling him to stop.
As a matter of fact, you’re mouthing, “Don’t stop, ‘Ren, don’t stop.”
And Eren doesn’t want to stop.
“Baby—fuck I’m—I’m cumming,” he chokes out, a last attempt at getting you to let him go. But neither of you stop it from happening when it does. Eren swears his vision goes white as he paints your walls with his cum, a drawn out groan as his hips stutter and his cock twitches inside you. He’s panting like a dog as he stays still, hips flush with your ass and hands gripping your ankles.
When you finally realize what you’d just done—fuck, he just came inside you, and you weren’t even on the pill—you placed a hand on his chest and brought your legs down to the bed. “Eren…oh my god.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll get you a pill,” he says and he looks down to where you’re connected. He pulls out slowly, and just as he does, his cum drips out from inside you. He can’t help the next words that slip out. “Holy fuck, that’s hot.”
You lightly slap his arm. “Eren, stop it.”
“What? It’s true.” His eyes haven’t left the sight of your dripping cunt. “Jean ever do that?”
When you say no his eyes light up like a child in a toy store. The thought of being the first one to cum inside you… god, fuck, holy fuck—he can’t string a coherent thought together.
“Eren… what do we do?” You asked. You felt so conflicted, having lied to Jean and done…this…
“We don’t have to tell him,” Eren says, though he wishes you’d do the opposite—tell Jean. Break up. And let Eren be with you. “If you want to stop this or… if you wanna do this again… it’s up to you. I’m all yours.”
Eren doesn’t want to influence your decision, but he can’t help it when he leans in and pours all his feelings into a kiss. It’s deep, it’s whiny, it’s full of tongue as he swipes the muscle across your lips and into your wanting mouth.
“Can we talk about this later?” You ask when he breaks away. “Let’s get cleaned up and go get a pill. And then we can talk… about us.”
Us.
Eren’s lips tug into a smile, because for once, it’s not just him. For once, there’s an us.
Kirishima making you cum on his fingers and tongue multiple times then telling you, "you gotta talk in full sentences if you want me to fuck you, baby girl" then listening while you're just stuttering and babbling about how much you need him to fuck you and give you his babies but then he tells you "nope, try again, princess, I said full sentences" <3
can I request tsukki suna and sakusa maybe where the reader finds out that the character used to hate them before they dated :( pls?
learning that you didn’t like him at first
feat. Tsukishima, Suna, Sakusa
TSUKISHIMA
“Can we please talk about it,” you sigh, following your boyfriend into the living room.
“What’s there to talk about? Yamaguchi accidentally revealed that you actually used to hate me back in high school,” Tsukishima says, plopping down on the couch. You find yourself standing in front of your pouty boyfriend, your arms crossed. It seemed ridiculous to be upset over such a frivolous detail.
Yet here you were.
“Well hate is a strong word......” you respond.
“Alright, then if you didn’t hate me, then how did you see me?” Tsukishima asks, the gaze in his eyes growing solemn.
“I just thought you were kinda smug back then. And it didn’t help that you're so tall- it adds to the intimidation!” you explain to your boyfriend. But still, there was a bit of sadness in him.
Obviously Tsukishima knew that it was all just a first impression- but surely it didn’t feel good to know that others quite possibly thought of him like this. He knew that he could come across as arrogant to others, especially in high school. And that reputation continued to follow him throughout his years. But they couldn’t be further from the truth.
He wasn’t the smug bastard people had painted him out to be. But he did keep his guard up around others, which would only amplify the rumors about him. Of course he had a soft side to him, one that was insecure and longed for companionship. But Tsukishima couldn’t have it both ways, and by shielding his emotions, he had to deal with the consequences. Still, it was far easier to keep others to see him like that instead of letting himself become vulnerable to others.
And when it came to you, someone he’s liked for the longest time ever- he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit discouraged hearing that you believed in the facade that everyone else saw.
You cupped his face, snapping him out of his daze.
“Still, that didn’t stop me from trying to get to know you better and look at us now. I’m dating the very boy I was initially intimidated by! I got to learn more about you and fell for you hard Kei. And if others don’t want to take the chance to get to know you better than that’s their loss!”
Tsukishima couldn’t help but smile at your words, leaning into your touch. He mouths a ‘thank you’ to you as he finds his words uplifting him, as they always do. He finds his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down onto the couch with him.
“You know, maybe it’s a good thing people don’t discover what an absolute sweetheart you are. That way I can have you all to myself,” you giggle, pressing small kisses all over his face.
And Tsukishima had to admit, even though there were and would be many people who would misjudge him- you were the only one who’s opinion really mattered to him.
SUNA
“I heard a little secret about you tonight” Suna says the moment he steps through the front door. He had just come back from a boy’s night with his former volleyball team, and based on the sly grin on his face you knew it was a big deal.
Suna walks over to where you were on the couch, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Hmm, what could you have possibly have heard from your friends that you don’t already know about me?” you ask, pulling him down so that he was sitting with you.
“Atsumu said that you didn’t like me in high school” Suna says, raising an eyebrow at you for confirmation.
“Damn Atsumu- can’t tell him anything” you murmur under your breath.
“Oh so it’s true?” your boyfriend pulls you closer so that your face was just inches away from him.
“…Yeah… I thought you were kinda stuck up back then before I got to know you” you admit. It wasn’t like you hated him— the only thing you knew about him were based in the observation of others. It wasn’t until after graduation when you became acquainted with him and learned he was far better than what the rumors had suggested.
“Well for the record, I thought you were pretty cute back in high school” Suna smirks at you.
“You what? Why didn’t you ask me out then?” you ask him. Honestly, you didn’t think you had such a strong impression back in high school- and you certainly didn’t think you could catch Suna’s attention.
“How could I? You hated me back then!”
“I- you didn’t even know this until a minute ago!” you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. Suna only chuckles, surprising you with a quick kiss before giving you a bit more space.
“Okay, fair point. Although you know… we could’ve had a great enemies to lovers type situation” Suna muses.
“You act like I hated your guts when really I just thought of you as this cute smug guy” you lift your hand to poke his cheek. But before you can, Suna grasps your hand.
“You thought I was cute too? Well Atsumu didn’t tell me that,” Suna smirks at you once more, and it was hard for you to tell whether you wanted to kiss him or slap him. Maybe a combination of both.
“Surprise surprise I thought my boyfriend was cute. Let’s not forget that you also thought I was cute” you remind him.
Suna takes your hand, kissing the palm of it.
“I know I know. But I’m allowed to be happy knowing that my s/o thought I was cute before we dated” he tells you. And it was true, even if you were dating now, knowing that fact made him the slightest bit giddy.
He was always like this when it came to you- and he’s glad that you got to see this side of him too. It definitely beats being known as stuck up.
SAKUSA
You know, you adored Komori. He was one of your closest friends and the reason why you got to meet his cousin- your wonderful boyfriend.
But after he came over today, you sincerely thought about kicking him out of any future group hangouts. Because he had accidentally revealed that before you dated Sakusa, you weren’t particularly fond of him.
As you were cleaning up some of the dishes left behind, you look over your shoulder to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, his arms crossed. Every once in a while you could swear his eyes would shift over at you before quickly looking away.
“…Omi are you upset” you call out before making your way to sit next to him.
“Of course not, why would I be upset my s/o actually hated me before we dated that would be ridiculous. It doesn’t bother me for a single second,” Sakusa grumbles.
“I didn’t say I hated you! I just didn’t have a good first impression is all! C’mon when Komori first introduced us you made it seem like you didn’t want to talk to me” you groan, recalling the first time you had met your boyfriend. You tried being friendly- after all he was a cousin to your friend.
But after greeting him, all you got was a curt nod. Throughout the day, everytime you attempted to make conversation with him, he would give you short answers with no room for you to continue talking to him further.
“I was nervous” Sakusa says, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was still pouting, and as much as you’d love to roll your eyes, you found him terribly cute. You scooted close to him, essentially forcing him to wrap his arms around you in an embrace.
“I know that now!” you giggle, hugging him back.
“I thought you were really cute and I wasn’t sure how to act around you” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“If it makes you feel better, I did think you were cute too. Just a bit unapproachable” you explain, turning your head so that you were meeting his gaze.
“Plus!! Eventually I got to know you better and develop this giant puppy crush on you so I’d like to think that matters the most here” you grin at him, watching as his pout turns into a small smile.
Sakusa leans down to kiss you, “Fine. I suppose you could be forgiven for that”.
“I didn’t think my actions warranted an apology but okay I guess” you roll your eyes at him. You snuggled more into him, pleased with the way you managed to deal with this situation.
Although you still had to deal with Komori- but you could think about that later. For now, you enjoyed cuddling with your boyfriend, someone you were undoubtedly head over heels for. And if Sakusa didn’t know that before, he surely knew about it now.
𝕔/𝕨…dacryphilia, dumbification, breeding, light degradation, overstimulation, talking about forcing you to cum
Pulling his cock out a mixture of his and your’s white cum spills out of your aching, gapping pussy. And your clit twitches as Toji smears the mix of cum up from your pussy lips over your sensitive clit.
Jerking your whine away and whining unable to string together a thought or recall your safe word. All there is is drowning in the sensation of Toji’s cock slowly slipping in before he empties out and rubs himself up and down your slit, sometimes going high enough to rub your clit. As he mocks you, “You keep crying like that as if I’m hurting you. Looks so fucking hot, that stupid little crying face of yours is the reason why I can’t stop bullying you. It’s all our fault, making a man like me go crazy with those tear filled eyes of your’s.”
Slamming his cock deep into your pussy, hitting your bruised cervix. This time your too tired to jerk you hips away, all your energy going into crying. “With the way your babbling it sounds like you don’t know what you want. So I’m going to make my pretty pussy cum again. Is that why your crying because you need more?”
Toji groans at the how wet your pussy sounds. And as he fucks himself into your soft spot your eyes roll back as your mouth opens and you wailing. “What a loud and messy dumb brat, I told you that I was too much for you and you didn’t want to listen. Now I can’t get you to do more than cry and moan for me because I fucked the bit of sense out of you didn’t I?”
a/n: just me being sickly writing what i actually want in life.
osamu surprises you by hugging you from behind, burrowing his face deep into the crook of your neck.
“i missed ya when i woke up.” despite the gravely bass of his morning voice, he’s still such a baby in your hold. cute, you think.
“i was right here,” you mention softly and turn the page of this week’s grocery ads. “looking through our mail.”
“don’t mean i can’t miss ya.” he squeezes you harder, digging into your ribs so fervorously your chest pops.
“hey!” you say when you lose grip of the ad but he only tucks his head further into your neck. small kisses litter your collarbone and right into the fragile skin of your throat.
cute aggression consumes him and all he wants to do is throw you back into bed and smother you with blankets, body, and love.
“osamu!” you whine with an amused laugh. he’s so needy on his days off, but when his vice becomes a little too strong, you pat at his shoulder for him to stop. “your facial hair is tickling me.”
he only pulls away to give you the most exaggerated pout you’ve ever seen. you can only roll your eyes as you try to hide the small curve across your lips.
“ya don’t like my manly stubble?” the quiver in his voice is one thing, but those sad, round, glossy eyes are another.
snorting, “that is a patchy lawn in the middle of summer at best.”
he turns you in his embrace so you can fully witness the complete hurt across his face. “ya breaking my heart and i ain’t even had breakfast yet.”
“your facial hair isn’t manly, but these—“ you rub his chest provocatively, tucking a corner of your lip behind your teeth. “these definitely are.”
“my tits?”
“your tits.”
he looks up in thought, “that don’t make any sense.”
now you’re the one diving straight into his chest, eagerly rubbing your cheek against the plump expanse. he lets you savor the moment until a fingertip teasingly flicks against his nipple.
“h-hey,” osamu barely breathes out. “ya know i’m sensitive in the morning.”
you hum, ignoring him as you trace circles over his cotton shirt. the grip on the back of your shirt tightens, and he’s back to pulling you flush against him.
“don’t start something ya don’t want.”
you look up at him innocently, “you’re the one who started it.”
he smirks, “yeah?”
no longer a needy baby, his eyes tell you only one thing. want.
— it definitely catches him by surprise. he never expected to hear those words in the bedroom and after a hot minute, he feels a little bit embarrassed by how much his dick is throbbing.
Hey~ I do t know if you received any requests yet, but I have a huge list of potential ideas. I’ll just give you one for now though, maybe I’ll be back with more, but I don’t want to swap you 😭. Request: Protective brother Bakugou where his sister (y/n 👀) is interested in or is dating Todoroki. Just a vague plot, you can get creative with the details. :3
okay pls send me as many as you want bc i need to practice writing again and I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS AND WROTE TWO PARTS, a ‘before’ for when reader was crushing and a ‘during’ for when they’re dating but since this has 998 words, here’s the ‘before’ and if you wanna read the ‘during’ TELL ME
part 2
| katsuki bakugou feat. shoto todoroki x reader
| protectivebrother! katsuki and youngersibling! reader
| bakugo siblings being dicks to each other
“Hey, dumbass,” Katsuki feels a slap on the back of his head as the words and the steps of whoever the hell was talking to him echoed in his ears. Who would even dare to come near great explosion murder god dynamite? But before Katsuki loses it on the asshole behind him, he needs to take care of his idiot friends first. He slaps the table, hard enough to make the trays jump, making Kirishima and Denki’s - along with the rest of his friends - stifled laughter turn into startled eyes. Fuckers.
So, he turns and of course, who else would have the nerve to touch, yet alone slap Katsuki Bakugou at lunch rush hour. _____ Bakugou. He drags you by your arm to the nearest empty hallway, making you awkwardly wave at his friends and yours alike as you were pulled like a dog on a leash through the cafeteria.
You looked and rubbed on the mark he left, “What the fuck, _____. I thought we said not to talk to each other during school.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at him as the red on his face spread to his ears and neck, “No, shithead. You told me not to talk to you during school and I pretended that it wasn’t a punch in the gut.”
Well, he hadn’t thought about what you felt, but who cared? If you and him not talking to each other for a few hours would give him a better image, so be it. He didn’t want to risk being seen with someone who didn’t make it to 1-A. But maybe—
“Okay, you’re all quiet and that’s terrifying,” you prepare yourself for the scolding and shouting ahead, shaking the nerves away from your face, “so I’m just gonna go ahead and say this.”
Katsuki's arms stay crossed, his glare strong.
“Could you possibly talk me up to Shoto Todoroki?”
And there is only silence. Nothing but silence.
Katsuki’s anger has always been explosive however, at that moment he was completely still, his eyes wide, pupils small and sweat drenching. “Did I hear that right—” he starts, almost hushed “—or did you just ask me to talk you up to one of my biggest rivals?” he was shouting at this point, fire building up in his hands.
You scratch the back of your head, looking at the floor as you tried to come up with some way to get through your arrogant brothers’ head.
“Are you an idiot, or did you forget how he embarrassed me in front of the entire world at the festival?” The blast he held was on the very verge of exploding, until you flicked his forehead with a fond smile.
“Look, Katsuki. This has nothing to do with you—“
“Oh my god,” he starts laughing, sounding almost relieved as if he just realized something, “are you acting like this because of our agreement? I'll take it back if you want to, you can even have lunch with me.”
Ugh. He was genuinely unbearable sometimes.
You smack his head (once again), any smile that once existed erased from your face “If you’d just let me finish, you self-centred prick,” and that seems to finally shut him up. Besides your quirk, you believed your greatest power was putting Katsuki in his place.
“First of all, I don’t mind your little demand because it would be exhausting having to put up with any family member 24/7, especially you,” you poke his chest, “second, I just think Shoto’s adorable plus he’s one of the few people in your class that doesn’t avoid me, besides Izuku and your little squad.”
He tries to ignore the endearing grin and googly eyes plastered on your face, “Just because he greets you from time to time doesn’t mean anything, he’s just acting like a perfect little prince and you’re a Bakugou, he hates my guts—“
“Please, Katsuki.”
He stares for a moment, your hands pleading and all, wondering if his rivalry was more important than his little sibling’s potential happiness. Emphasis on potential because he knew Todoroki and he’s seen the guy display two emotions: dumb as shit and stupid as fuck. But this was his sibling he was talking about.
“You know what,” he rolls his eyes as loud as he possibly could, “fine, but I’m not making any promi—,” you hug your brother, jumping up and down as your heart thumped and thumped in your chest, squealing like a pig.
“Thank you so much,” you let go of him, “I always knew you loved me, you big softie,” you poked him again, proceeding to walk away since you assumed your time was up for the day, but you look to your left and see your brother by your side with his signature scowl and hands in his pockets.
“But, from this day forward, you’re gonna have to be with me at school,” he stops, standing in front of you, accentuating each of his next words with a poke on your forehead, “all the time. You hear me, dumbass?”
Your daydreaming smile quickly turns into a smug one (with just a tiny bit of concern and disgust), “What happened to your precious reputation?”
“Fuck that, if you’re gonna be dating queen Elsa, there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you two alone while i’m around,” he walks with you, making his way back to the table, “and, maybe I was being an ass.”
Your smile was beaming. It felt nice knowing your brother wasn’t embarrassed to be around you. “Well, who knows if we’re even gonna end up dating,” you chuckle at the thought, a lightness in your stomach.
Katsuki sits down, shoving Hanta away so you could sit beside him as he resumes eating his food, handing you his chocolate pudding - you liked it more than he ever did. With his mouth full, “If he doesn’t like you, I’ll beat his ass, and if he does,” he gulps down his food, “well, I’ll beat his ass even harder.”
his jaw drops and he short circuits. it takes him a full three seconds to reboot his brain and snap out the dreamlike trance that you put him in. watch him stutter out an incoherent excuse, leaving megumi confused on the other line, as he drops the phone and practically pounces on top of you. this boy will be so busy trying to ravish you that he doesn’t even realize that he’s forgotten to hang up.
The little closet is almost too small for the both of you to fit into, much less move inside of, but that doesn’t stop Bakugou from thrusting into you at a near brutal pace. He’s got one arm wrapped around your waist to anchor you in against him, the other is sneaking it’s way up to your mouth.
“Katsuki,” you whine, unable to hold back. Your right hand comes down to join his one your waist, fingers wrapping tightly around his wrist, desperate for something to hold onto. You gasp when that wandering hand finally finds your mouth, shoving two fingers inside immediately.
“What did I just say?” Bakugou growls, but you don’t miss the way his breath hitches when you swirl your tongue over the fingers in your mouth. “Can’t you listen for one fuckin’ second? Do I need to punish you?”
Big talk, you think, almost surprised you have the presence of mind to catch his bluff. Bakugou may run his mouth, but his “punishments” are never actually punishments. So, you nod, and whimper around your mouthful when he slides smoothly out of you.
He manhandles you in the tiny space until you’re chest to chest, then — oh, this is the hottest part. Bakugou bends down and grabs you around your thighs, effortlessly hoisting you up to pin you against the wall. Your legs wrap around his waist and he slides back in with no warning.
“Keep your mouth shut.” He demands, but doesn’t give you the chance to even try to be good. Bakugou seals his mouth over yours, bullying your lips open so he can shove his tongue inside. You take advantage of this and moan a little too loud into his mouth when he starts to move again, eyes rolling back into your head when he grips your hips hard.
Instead of speaking, he adjusts his position so that he’s able to jackhammer into you, cock hitting that sweet spot over and over and over. You can feel the heat rapidly beginning to pool in your belly and you don’t even have time to warm him before your orgasm hits. Your back arches off the wall, hole clenching so tight about him that it’s Bakugou who’s too loud this time, cursing as he comes without warning.
It takes a moment before his cock stops jerking inside of you. Little whimpers spill from Bakugou’s mouth then entire time he’s filling you, and you can’t help but laugh breathily.
warnings — dad!au, they’re the best dads :,) use of “mommy”
note — my heart is so very full rn i swear !! <3
ఌ ATSUMU you lie back on the couch when you hear the front door opening, hearing your husband and twins return home from shopping before they drop the bags in the kitchen, immediately venturing deeper into the house to look for you. you almost laugh when atsumu and the kids come bounding into the living room with mirrored grins, only for your husband to stop dead and let out an overexaggerated “shhhhhh” when he notices youre ‘asleep’ even though he proceeds to whisper shout after. “yer mommy’s sleepin’ so ya gotta be quiet!” he pouts and the twins whine at his words “but we wanna cuddle!” “a wanna cuddle ya all too but ya gotta be quiet alright?” you try to hide a grin when you hear them tiptoe towards you, feeling the couch dip before you feel two tiny figures squeeze in next to you, and you’re being gently guided onto your husbands chest as he tries to fit on the already small couch. “ya gotta remind yer daddy ta get a bigger couch for cuddles.” he’s snoring moments later.
ఌ BOKUTO you hear their shared footsteps running up the hall as you quickly pull the blanket over your body, closing your eyes just as they burst through the door, closely followed by a gasp from your husband before you hear your son copy him. “oh no buddy, mommy’s asleep so we gotta be quiet okay?” bokuto whisper shouts, a smaller voice piping up after “bu’ you said we should never sleep with no goodnigh’ kiss.” your son tries to whisper back and you want to laugh at how loud they’re both talking while also trying to be quiet. “you’re right! good job remembering champ!” you hear them both begin to approach you before there’s a suspicious silence “okay you go first then i’ll go!” you finally hear your husband say and you want to smile when you feel your sons lips press against your cheek before he pulls away again, whispering as he does “goodnigh’ mommy” followed by bokuto shortly after with a “goodnight baby.” hearing them leave after with a very quiet high five “wanna play a game now?” 
ఌ IWAIZUMI you hear his keys jingle in the door a few seconds before it opens, followed by your daughter skipping into the living room only to shhh her dad a few moments later. “mommy sleeping!” she whispers followed by a hum in acknowledgment from your husband, “you’re right, princess.” hajime grunts—his voice low and smooth before you hear his heavy footsteps approach you. “give your mom a kiss and i’ll take her to bed okay.” he tells your daughter, feeling a soft kiss on your forehead by your daughter shortly after before hajime’s arm is hooking under your thighs, the other supporting your back as he lifts you bridal style with a groan. “stay here, i’ll be back okay, so behave.” he grumbles, making his way down the hallway and carefully into the bedroom before he lays you on the bed, tucking a blanket over you before you feel him place a gentle kiss against your forehead “get some rest, doll. you deserve it.”
ఌ KUROO you hear him gossiping to your daughter who’s only a toddler when they return home, hearing her gasp dramatically at his words as they get closer. “kitte— oh?” kuroo cuts himself off, followed by a few seconds of silence before you hear him whisper “looks like your mom’s taking a cat nap, baby kitten.” his words followed by a few of his heavy footsteps as he approaches you before they’re by the side of the couch, crouching down slightly to place a gentle kiss to your cheek, lips lingering on the skin as they move against you. “really kitten? i thought you knew me better than to pretend to be asleep.” kuroo drawls and you almost jolt when he whips the blanket off of you with a gasp “awake? all this time? baby kitten i just don’t think they wanted to watch movies with us.” his tone laced with teasing as his lips curl into a smug grin — while you watch him turn to your daughter with a hand on his hip, yes you’re roped into it, not that you’re complaining.
ఌ OSAMU you hear your husband’s chuckle as he returns home from picking up your daughter from school, your daughter rambling about what she learned before they enter the living room, noticing you asleep on the couch before samu shushes her gently. “ya can tell me all about it in the kitchen alright? ya don’t wanna wake yer mom.” he grumbles and it’s silent for a moment until you hear a cabinet close, feeling the familiar touch of your husbands lips on your skin when he leans down to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. “sleep well, angel.” samu breathes, draping a blanket over your figure before tucking you in, and allowing your daughter to kiss the same place he did before she’s copying her dads movements and tucking you in more. “ya got it! good job, princess. ya wanna help me make ‘em some tea hmm?” he grumbles, followed by a whispered “yes” before they move quietly to the kitchen.
Tengen sat back against the pillowed headboard, watching you bounce on his cock. His reddish eyes gleamed with glee as he saw how your mouth dropped opened when his fingers moved to circle along your clit. "Daddy making Mommy feel good?" He mocked in a slight condensing tone. "Does Mommy like topping her Daddy like this?"
You panted as you pressed your hands against his shoulders to aid your pace. Your voice was caught up in your throat as Tengen rubbed fast circles over that sensitive nerve. Your body twitched against his as his thick cock stretched your hole out with each thrust. "Ten..." you whine out when his hand came into contact with the swell of your ass.
"Daddy asked you a question, Mommy." His large hand came down on your flesh again. His lips curled up into a smirk as he looked at the fucked out look on of your face. "Aww, is Mommy too cock drunk to answer her daddy?" His hips picked up in place as his other hand wrapped around your waist to pull you down deeper on to his fat cock. "Let me help you get more drunk on Daddy's cock."
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