🪼 — bkg. k x f!reader | quirkless-college au | fluff | one shot
Synopsis: Katsuki as your boyfriend, who invited you to one of his soccer matches, where girls from other schools thought you were just another delusional fan pretending to be his girlfriend.
from the head canons ; ⤷ katsuki as your college boyfriend
It’s the first game of the season and the university stadium is packed with students from different schools, all dressed in their respective team colors while carrying banners in support of their players. Cheers and murmurs echo through the crowd, blending in with the announcer’s voice over the speakers before the match officially begins.
It took a few minutes of weaving through the crowd before you finally spotted your section, scanning the rows one last time until your eyes landed on the three empty seats at the front.
“Over there—” You pointed towards the front row.
Mina looked at the direction of your finger before replying enthusiastically. “And we got the best seat in the house!”
“I know, right?!” You laughed, hurrying down the steps.
“We’re near the team too.” Kyoka said in awe, glancing towards the players’ bench just a few meters away.
“I should thank your boyfriend for this.” Mina said, giving your shoulder a playful shove.
You couldn’t help smiling as you settled down into your seat. A few days ago, Katsuki had casually shoved the tickets into your hands, telling you to bring your friends if you wanted. Although, you hadn’t expected to get seats this close to the field— especially to your team’s players. So here you were, sitting alongside Mina and Kyoka at some of the best seats in the stadium.
You glanced around the stadium, noticing a lot of girls wearing Yuuei University’s team jersey, with its signature navy blue and white accents scattered throughout the crowd. Some had different players’ names printed on their backs, most likely jerseys they’d bought from the university store— unlike yours.
Yours had been given by Katsuki himself.
Just this morning, before he went to university to prepare for the match, he’d insisted for you to wear his away-jersey instead. And unlike the team’s usual navy blue uniform, the away jersey was predominantly white with navy blue accents— a design the team rarely wore. So it stood out effortlessly in the crowd of navy blues filling the stadium, and across your back were the words:
BAKUGOU
10
“Wear this.”
“Your away-jersey?”
“People should know who you’re cheerin’ for.”
“Maybe I should scream your name while I’m at it.”
“Good. I should hear it when I’m on the other side.”
“I’m joking—”
“And I’m not.”
Your train of thought was interrupted by the sudden thunderous cheers of the crowd. Your eyes drifted towards the left stadium entrance just as the Yuuei soccer team jogged onto the field and towards the bench area.
At the very front of the group was Katsuki. The captain’s armband clung to his beefy left arm, while a black headband pushed his ash-blond hair away from his face— and he looked insanely hot. Unfortunately, you weren’t the only one who noticed.
“Bakugou looks so hot!”
“I’d let him yell at me.”
“I heard he has a girlfriend.”
“That’s right— it’s me.”
“You wish!”
“Sorry girls, but I'm the girlfriend.”
The group burst into laughter, joking among themselves, and the three of you heard every word.
“Oh… if only they knew.” Mina murmured while you simply smiled to yourself.
As the team gathered near the bench for the coach’s final instructions, Katsuki’s eyes drifted towards the stands, sweeping across countless faces looking for someone. And when his eyes landed on you, he smiled— clearly satisfied with you wearing his jersey.
“Did you see that?”
“Oh my god!”
“He smiled at me!”
“No! He smiled at me.”
“He was totally looking at me.”
“I literally made eye contact with him.”
“I told you I’m the girlfriend!”
Mina and Kyoka beside you snickered while you bit the inside of your cheek just to keep yourself from laughing.
As the match started, a sharp whistle echoed throughout the stadium, and the crowd erupted into cheers as both teams rushed into action. The ball moved swiftly from one player to another, then a clean pass found its way to Katsuki.
And without thinking— you stood up from your seat.
“GO KATSUKI!”
Several nearby students glanced your way, especially the group of girls sitting behind you.
“Did she just call him Katsuki?”
“How dare she!”
“Who is she to use his given name like that?”
Mina slowly turned her head just enough to glare at them before looking back at you.
“Don’t mind them.”
“They’re just gonna embarrass themselves.” Kyoka said, already looking annoyed by the group of girls.
If only they knew.
You ignored them simply because they had no idea you were the actual girlfriend. After all, this was the first game of the season— first official match with Katsuki as the team captain. It’s also the first match you attended as his girlfriend. Not a lot of people knew about your relationship yet.
Unfortunately, just because you ignored them, doesn’t mean the comments were going to stop.
“The audacity to wear an away-jersey too.”
“I bet she had that customized.”
“Exactly! Since the university only sells navy-blue ones.”
“That’s so delulu of her.”
Kyoka, sitting beside you, looked like she was seconds away from standing up.
“Just say the word, I’ll punch them.”
“Kyoka, it’s fine—”
You simply smiled to yourself and kept your eyes on the field. No amount of whispering from strangers was going to ruin your excitement over watching Katsuki. If anything, it only made you cheer louder.
“GO ON DARLING!”
After more than 90 minutes of the match, the final whistle rang across the stadium, followed by the explosion of cheers from the home crowd.
Yuuei had won.
Students cheered loudly while waving their banners in celebration. The Yuuei team players gathered near the bench, patting one another on the back and pulling each other for a hug. Katsuki joined in the celebration, accepting the congratulations with his signature smug smirk, clearly satisfied with the way their team won— in pure dominance.
Without a hint of embarrassment, you shouted as loudly as you could.
“THAT’S MY HONEY!”
Mina immediately burst into laughter while Kyoka just snickered beside you. They both knew you shouted just to rile up the girls who have been talking shit about you the whole game.
“She’s never gonna stop, is she?”
“I’m so embarrassed for her.”
“She really thinks she’s Bakugou’s girlfriend.”
“Even I could never.”
You ignored them for the hundredth time, too busy being happy with Yuuei’s victory to care.
As the team finished celebrating together, the players turned towards the crowd and thanked everyone who supported them before making their way back to their locker room.
And instead of following his team, Katsuki broke away and jogged towards your direction.
“Hold on…”
“He’s coming over here.”
“Oh my god!”
Within seconds, the group of girls frantically reached out for their make up kits, reapplying their blushes and lipsticks while hurriedly fixing their hair, desperate to look their very best for Katsuki.
Your Katsuki.
“How do I look?”
“Is my collar crooked?”
“Fix my stray hairs please!”
“I told you he was smiling at us!”
“He totally saw how pretty we are.”
The moment Katsuki reached your section, you stepped away from your seat and walked towards the railing. Katsuki waited for you on the other side of the barrier, one hand casually resting on the railing as he slightly looked up to you.
“So…” A faint smile tugged at his lips, “Did you enjoy the game?”
“Of course!” You nodded excitedly while smiling at him. “You were so cool out there.”
His signature smug smirk only grew.
“Yeah?” He tilted his head slightly while raising a brow at you. “Where’s my congratulations kiss?”
“In here?!”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Haah… seriously.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes at him.
Despite your initial embarrassment, you leaned over the railing anyway, gently cupped his cheek before giving a quick kiss to his lips.
When you pulled away, you saw Katsuki with his grin even wider than before. Not giving a single care to anyone who watched him kiss his girlfriend.. In fact, it only inflated his ego knowing everyone had witnessed it.
Behind you, the group of girls stood frozen in shock, their eyes wide and mouths hanging open. Mina and Kyoka, on the other hand, are exchanging amused glances with each other, just watching everything unfold.
“...No way.”
“No fucking way.”
“Did she just…”
“Kissed Bakugou?!”
“That should have been me.”
“Do you think she heard all of that?”
Kyoka just burst into laughter, finally giving up trying to hold it in while Mina looked back at the girls with a grin.
“You bet we did!
All that endless chatter, Katsuki heard every single one of it. He glanced past your shoulder towards the group behind you. A smirk painted his face as he pieced together what had been happening all game.
Then he drifted his attention back to you and without sparing a moment, pulled you closer over the railing.
“Wait, Katsu—”
Before you could finish, Katsuki kissed you again, much longer than the first kiss you gave him. Long enough for your blood to rise up to your cheeks, and especially long enough for those girls behind you to finally realize how wrong they had been.
And when he was fully satisfied, Katsuki pulled away.
“Maybe that’ll shut them up.”
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Summary: At the age of 10 the first thing your soulmate will say to you is written on your wrist. For some it's only a few words, others it's a full sentence. Sometimes people can be unlucky getting common pleasantries that could realistically be said by anyone. However the words that were written on your wrist couldn't have been more direct even if you tried. When your 10th birthday came around the words “I'm Akabane Karma, please call me by my first name.” appeared.
Notes: Dumb soulmate au I had in the wips for several years. This was supposed to be a oneshot and then it became 7k words by accident so I split it up into chapters
This was supposed to be the last chapter but my brainbox has more ideas I might do a sequel who knows. Fuck dude this was supposed to be a 4k oneshot tops and it's a 5 chapter fic that as we speak my brain is writing a 6th chapter. ARG the voices, specifically Karma's is so annoying please just let me sleep at night.
💌 Word count: 2,535 💌 <= Previous Chapter | End?!
Your breath hitched feeling Karma’s lips against yours. It was so sudden you didn’t register what was happening until he pulled away. That was your first kiss and he just took it from you. Granted he had been egging you on every opportunity he could but somehow it felt different, being that he didn't leave the ball in your court for once. It was a bold move but that's Karma for you, enigmatic to a tee.
You were stunned looking up at him with burning cheeks. He seemed as giddy as ever, taking the cake from you and serving up two slices. You were left flustered and he was too busy having his cake and eating it too. You picked at the strawberries meanwhile Karma was already done with his slice. Not a single care in the world. It was almost off putting seeing him so elated. Acting his age even. No plotting devilish schemes or pranks, no mockery or sarcastic jokes and more importantly no superiority complex. He seemed simply content in your presence. He didn't have to put on a front around you and it shows.
As you put away the cake you looked at the time. You should probably start going before it gets too late. You started putting on your jacket when Karma asked “Are you cold?”
Shaking your head you retorted “No but I should probably get going before it gets any later.” He stepped in front of you just before you could reach down to grab your shoes. “It’s already too late to be going out, let alone by yourself. I thought you were just going to stay the night.”
“STAY THE NIGHT!?”
He tilted his head to the side “I don’t see why not? It’s my birthday after all! You can’t just leave like this on my birthday~” Before you could even fight back verbally or physically he hoisted you over his shoulder and started marching upstairs to his room.
“B-but, but I don’t have anything to change into!” You stuttered out only for him to quip back. “I’ll just lend you something to wear.”
“I don’t want to take your bed away from you on your birthday.” You continued protesting. He only laughed kicking his door open “It’s my birthday I can do whatever I want. Think of it as my birthday present!” He put you down on his bed and started rummaging through his closet.
You stood up fixing your shirt that started riding up from being upside down. “I bought you a cake!”
He handed you a white long sleeve shirt and black plaid pajama pants. “Well then my Christmas present~” His smile was blinding.
He wasn't letting you refuse him. “No that was-” You forced yourself to stay quiet. You were going to say your Christmas present was the kiss that he stole but you shoved your face into the bundle of clothes remembering the feeling. He can’t be serious can he? You looked back up to see Karma unabashedly changing into his pajamas as if you weren’t even in the room. He hummed and poked your cheek. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get me a Christmas present? So you remember my birthday present but not my Christmas present. Well that settles it then! Nothing to be done about it~” He left the room, closing the door behind him presumably so you could change. You were still in disbelief as you swapped clothes.
His shirt was just a little bigger than you but it was comfy and soft. The pants you were swimming in just because Karma was taller than you. You watched him grab them out of the closet but they smelled like him, vaguely like sandal wood and something else. To be fair his house smells like incense but not in a bad way you liked the smell. It occurred to you that you had been standing there smelling Karma’s clothes when he knocked on the door. He came back inside with an extra pillow. He looked you up and down before averting his eyes as soon as they met yours. “Oh good you're done. I’ll turn off the lights.” He moved too fast for you to see the color blooming across his cheeks.
“Karma, I’m not taking the bed from you.” You argued crossing your arms.
“You're not taking the bed from me. I brought an extra pillow. We’re sharing the bed.” He put the pillow down and motioned for you to get in the bed.
“What do you mean we’re sharing the bed!” He can’t be serious! This is not- how could he say that so casually? Does he even know what he’s implying here?
Nonchalantly he adjusted the blanket and made himself comfortable. “We literally slept together less than an hour ago. Why is this any different?”
“I wasn’t trying to-”
“But you did! Now get in the bed before I drag you.” A soft smile graced his lips. “What if this is my Christmas present to you? Would that make it better?”
Seeing that kind of expression made your stomach flutter. The red head patted the empty space beside him. “Well?”
Stupid butterflies.
You rolled your eyes and cautiously crawled under the blanket. “I want a refund.”
“Nope! No takesies backsies,” Karma shifted slightly closer. “You got in the bed, all sales final.” He poked your cheek as you pouted.
Again, how could he be so normal about this? Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears you’re surprised he hasn’t said anything about it. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, lingering his touch on your cheek. He had such a genuine lopsided smile plastered on his face with half lidded eyes. It made your insides melt in a way that frustrated you. Was he going to kiss you again? Should you lean forward instead? The anticipation was staggering. Karma left his hand idly caressing your cheek. You both stare into each other's eyes. You wonder what Karma was thinking about.
If someone had told you at the beginning of E class that this is how things would shake out, you would have called them crazy but now that the secret’s out and that you’ve spent more time with Karma, you can see why you guys were soulmates. You do like Karma, you like him a lot actually. You hope he understands that without you having to put it into words. Your eyes were getting droopy with sleep so you stopped fighting it. Shuffling closer you give into the temptation and feel arms wrap around you. Honestly you could get used to this. Karma smiled into your hair when he felt your limbs do the same.
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You press yourself into the wall, heart thumping in your chest. “Well this is awkward.” you think to yourself. Stuffing the decorated box in your bag, you abscond without being noticed. Today was Valentine's day and you thought showing up early to put chocolates in Karma’s desk was gonna be the play here to avoid being caught by the rest of your classmates but you clearly didn’t show up early enough.
There wasn’t really any reason in particular that you didn’t want your classmates knowing that you and Karma were soulmates. If anything, Karma would have been the one person in the class to make fun of you for being lovey dovey with someone but he is that someone and it's not like you guys were lovey dovey either. Like sure you've kissed a few times and you fell asleep in his arms once or twice and you hang out occasionally and you want to know how he feels about you. You know what, the fact that Korosensei hasn’t spilled the beans has been the biggest shocker to you already.
It’s more or less you want to avoid Rio and everyone freaking out about it. You know for a fact they can’t see Karma, one having a soulmate and two maintaining that relationship. At least that's what you tell yourself. It's not because what you're really afraid of is Karma losing interest in you, platonically, romantically or otherwise. It's really stupid and you know it. Which brings you to your next point of why you wanted to give Karma chocolates.
You still weren’t sure what you were to each other.
It’s not like you want it in writing but you wanted to know what it meant to him. Like yes, you're soulmates so naturally you’re more than friends but that doesn’t obviously mean you’re boyfriend and girlfriend. Although you kind of want to be. After the Christmas/birthday fiasco, you met up during New Year’s and visited a temple together. It was casually under the guise that you bet Karma that you could pull a better Omikuji than him. As to which you both received great luck so it wasn’t exactly a clean sweep but you digress. You enjoy his company and being around him makes your brainworms happy but it makes you anxious at the same time.
That’s why when you almost walked in on Okuda giving Karma chocolates just now, you thought it was the most awkward thing in the universe and ran away as fast as you could. You know that he definitely liked her as a friend and they do get along but you don’t want to assume anything because you didn’t stick around to find out and now it’s all you can think about. You don't have any reason to be scared but here you are.
Not to mention that Rio and Karma were trying to help Kayano give her chocolates to Nagisa. Meaning you didn’t have a moment to give the redhead your chocolates but you were also trying to avoid him. You pretty much spent the day with Nagisa asking about Karma since he’s the only other person who knows of your plight. Just before Nagisa could give you any kind of solid advice you were interrupted by operation whatever the fuck Karma was doing all day.
“Great Luck my ass!” You muttered to yourself.
Most of your classmates have left by the time you finally pulled the chocolates out again. You were disappointed mainly in yourself. Maybe you should just eat them and pretend you didn’t even make him anything. You sighed about to pull the ribbon off when Karma leaned over your shoulder. “Are those for me?”
“Karma!” He startled you as he plucked the box out of your hands “Hey wait those-” You tried to take them back.
“Are for me right. They have my name on them and everything.” He waved them around as be bent down to invade your personal space. “Took you long enough.” He looked away towards the golden skyline, and sighed with a far off stare. “I was starting to think you were mad at me or something.”He scratched his cheek, he sounded almost ashamed.
You tilted your head to the side. What an odd thought for him to have. “Why would I be mad at you?” If you were mad at anyone right now, which you weren’t, you would be mad at yourself for getting in your own head.
He raised an eyebrow. “You were avoiding me weren’t you? Ever since you saw Okuda giving me chocolates.”
“Ah, so you noticed that.” You just didn’t want to give him your chocolates immediately after someone else but also he was always with someone else all day. You were just waiting for him to be alone, which he never was. You still don’t understand why he would assume you were mad at him for that though. You’re both allowed to hang out with your classmates. It’s not like being soulmates means you have to be conjoined at the hip.
“In case you forgot, I can feel when you're around. I only asked her to make me some prank chocolates to give to Terasaka.” He pulled them out of his pocket. “I didn’t end up giving them to him though. I got the timing wrong.” He might as well toss them since they’re poisoned.
You stood there with a vacant stare. He asked her to make him chocolates for a prank? So it wasn’t a love confession after all. That put you a little more at ease. “I see.”
“Your emotions were kinda all over the place so then I thought you were upset that we weren't spending time with each other. Rio and I got a little carried away, but I'm all yours now if you'll have me?” He opened his arms as if he was waiting for you to hug him. Even when he’s unsure he acts with such a level head. It's what makes him a good leader.
You finally blurted it out. “Karma what are we?” The question has been on your mind since he found out in Osaka.
Karma grinned, playing with your hair. “We're soulmates dummy.”
You swatted his hand away. So now he wasn’t being serious. You rolled your eyes “No, I mean what am I to you?”
He stepped closer to you, putting his hand around you. “What do you want to be?” His grin was taunting you.
“I…,” Your face started to flush. “No! Why are you being so difficult right now!” You tried to push him away but he gently grabbed your hand. “Because you're asking questions you already know the answer to.”
You tried to get your hand back but he refused to let go. “You're so annoying”
“Admit it, you like me~” He intertwined your fingers. It was like you were dancing, figuratively and literally.
You scoffed. Fine if that's how he wants to play then so be it. “Not even close.” It was more than that and you accepted it a while ago even if you haven't said it outloud yet.
“Oh? Am I wrong? ” He teased playfully.
You grabbed him by the collar and kissed him. The kiss was firm and filled with both your frustration and your admittance. You concede Karma wins. “YoU aLrEadY kNoW tHe AnSwEr tO ThAt.” You spat mockingly as you shove him back. Once again you can't believe this bastard's your soulmate. You walk away before he could comment on your blushing cheeks.
It took him a moment to register your words. He was reeling from you finally initiating any form of intimacy. He caught up to you in a few strides. “I want another kiss.”
You turned away from him, knowing your expression would betray you. “Too bad. Kisses are reserved for boyfriends. Now eat your damn chocolates.” One step. That's as far as you got before he pulled you by the shoulders, twirling you around to face him before stealing another kiss. You forgot he could do that. You didn't think he would do that. You were speechless. Absolutely stunned.
“Hey, you're the one who gave me boyfriend privileges. What am I supposed to do, not use them?” Karma slotted his fingers with yours and ushered you away. “Now let's go home.”
“Home! What do you mean home? Your house is back that way.”
Unbeknownst to both of you the soft clicks of a camera could be heard in the distance.
after what felt like months, katsuki finally got a day off, so with that being said, he happily had the opportunity to cook, washed a few things before settling down and watch tv.
the silence of his home didn’t last long as he heard the front door break open. now very alert, he quickly got up to investigate but before he could do so he heard his name being called from outside.
confused, he pushes the door wider and looks down at Denki, who looked shaken. just as katsuki was about to yell at him about the door, you suddenly lunge at him, hungry eyes and glowing irises, kissing him all over.
“she got hit by some kind of aphrodisiac quirk! we quickly had to bring her back before she jumped all of us” denki yelled back, nervousness showing in his voice. he got back in the car along with mina, before katsuki spoke back.
“the fuck? how long is she gonna be like that?” he said out of breath, watching you quickly get on your knees, kissing his chest all the way down to his waistband, teary eyes looking up at him, almost as if you were hurt by something.
“dunno, but usually the shock usually lasts about a week, plus she barely understands what happened to her, it’s almost like her mind is clouded?” Mina replied back, eyes avoiding the obvious position that you’re in right now.
katsuki, visibly confused, still doesn’t understand a single thing that has happened for the past 5 minutes.
still, denki and mina wishes him good luck before they drive off, scared they’ll see something they’re not supposed to.
“babe, what’s going on? are you okay?”
“use me, please play with me, i beg you, katsuki i- sir please!”
he paused. “sir? you never called me that before.”
sure, you guys had good sex, some kinks here and there but this? this was new, you were a completely different person, eyes wide open staring at him, completely at his mercy. you were willing to take anything he gives you right there and then.
only, he didn’t know for how long.
you followed him on all fours to the living room as he sat down on the couch. you never did that before, katsuki could not believe it, should he get used to this?
you quickly took his sweatpants off alongside his boxers, so close to freeing his cock from the confines before he stops you. he dryly laughs as you pout.
“what is the matter with you?” he combs his hand through his hair, while his other caresses your cheek.
you try and think rationally, but you feel this hunger inside you grow bigger with each minute that passes. the quirk you got hit with was more powerful than you imagined, therefore made it impossible to communicate properly with him.
you had to suck him off and you had to do it now.
“m'sorry kat, just- i just need you so much, need to have you everyday… all the time!” you babbled, clearly not in your right mind.
katsuki was still shocked at how much you wanted him. he could tell your mind was fogged with need, so he didn’t let you wait any longer. that stupid quirk definitely messed with your thinking but y’know, he wasn’t complaining.
you squealed at his hard cock, irises glowing brighter at the sight. you happily took him in your warm mouth, all worries melting away as you sucked him off.
you grabbed his thighs as you took him deeper, earning a curse from him. tears fell on your cheeks as you thanked him between deep breaths.
that was just the beginning too; god was he about to have a long week.
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halfway through his list of reasons he's toying worh himself through his pants, stroking and moving it, showing off the outline. his other hand is over your shoulder, gently brushing fingertips over your tit.
"you know i'm huge, right?" he says. "Pornstar big."
"Shut up."
"i'm serious. im massive." "touch it and see."
when you go to reach, he's pushing down his pants to give you a proper handful of the biggest cock you've ever seen-
summary: what happens when your famous pro-soccer player boyfriend NAGI SEISHIRO finds your Twitter stan account for him?
contents: 18+ nsfw! MDNI. fem!sub!reader, dom!nagi, p in v, porn w plot, established relationship, reader nicknames (angel, slut, dirty girl, pretty, good girl, cute lil' whore), degradation + praise, finishes on your face + stomach, mutual mastúrbation, watching pórn "together," unprotected sex
a/n: third work for this series! enjoyy :)
wc: 1.7k
✰ .ᐟ your pro-athlete boyfriend NAGI SEISHIRO . . .
finds out about your Twitter stan account, 'nagi-sei’s-universe,' when you ask him to grind Stardew Valley on your PC and your Twitter account is open on your browser.
Curious about all of the content you’ve posted after noticing that you've retweeted a 'suggestive' video with a caption about him, and naturally decides to snoop.
Loves reading through all your thirsty, downright filthy tweets and retweets, and is especially interested in the videos you repost.
(It helps him figure out what you're into.)
Memorizes your username and tag so he can revisit your account.
For some reason, it turns him on knowing that you support his pro-soccer career on your account as well.
Definitely boosts his ego, and he thinks your horniness over him is so damn cute.
Plans on visiting your account when he needs to get off.
“Sei, can you come grind my Stardew Valley farm for me?”
You call into the living room, where Nagi had just woken up from a nap. “Su-uuure,” he yawns, rubbing his eyes as he drags himself into your shared bedroom where your computer is set up.“But why? You goin’ somewhere?” he questions, gray eyes following you as you grab your keys and wallet. “Mhm, just to the store to buy a couple things,” you reply, hurrying over to press a quick peck on his lips. “I just need to reorganize my barns and coops, and maybe get more animals. Try to finish it all for me, ‘kay?” you smile cheekily at him. “I’ll be back in a bit!”
Nagi watches you slip out the door before settling into your chair, clicking around your farm for a bit. She said buy more animals…when is Marnie’s ranch open? He thinks to himself with a frown, opening your web browser to search it up.
But before he can, Nagi notices your Twitter page open, with a- porn video retweeted? He raises his eyebrows, checking to make sure if it really is your account, and it most definitely is. More shocking than the video itself, though, was the caption you posted under it—‘need this w nagi seishiro right nowwww!!’ with a handful of horny emojis streaming after it.
“Hm…what else has ‘nagi-sei’s-universe’ posted?” he muses to himself, scrolling through your Twitter account with curiosity. He scrolls past a handful of more ‘suggestive’ videos, tweets about his newest games and stats, and thirsts that you’ve reposted. A video you reposted catches his eye, however—one with a girl on her knees, some guy slapping his dick against her face while degrading her: “Fucking slut. Just look at you, so whiny and desperate for my cock. Shit, you’re such a cute lil’ whore.”
Nagi almost feels betrayed that you didn’t tell him you were into this earlier. He could’ve been degrading you and slapping his cock against your face this whole time? Shit. That’s hot, he thinks, closing his eyes for a moment, and feels his pants tighten. He replays the video, imagining you in that girl’s place, and imagining himself smacking his dick on your cute face so sweetly.
Right on cue, he hears the front door open as you step inside. He considers closing the tab with your account on it, but opts to pause the video instead. Cock throbbing in his pants, Nagi’s eyes are glued to you the second you walk into the room.
“The traffic was terrible today, maybe I should’ve just gone tomo- wait…Sei, what is that?” you stare at the screen, heat blooming on your cheeks. “Hm? This? You don’t recognize it?” he asks, tilting his head. “I- why would I- ” you stutter. “Because you reposted it, angel,” he murmurs, eyes looking you up and down. “And I think I deserve something in return for you hiding this from me, yeah?”
You swallow, face now crimson. “Sei- I- ” you scramble for words, but Nagi cuts you off.
“Get on the floor and spread your legs.”
The sharpness of his tone shocks you into submission, and something in your lower belly throbs with anticipation. You stagger to the ground, opening your legs with a blush. “Now, touch yourself for me.” he says, voice husky, and you don’t miss how the prominent outline of his cock throbs. “S-Sei,” you mumble, turning your head to avoid his electric gaze. His eyes narrow. “Hm. If I do this- ” he clicks play on the video, still frozen on the screen. “-would you touch yourself properly?”
You gape at him before your eyes fall onto the monitor. Hole pulsing and twitching as the video plays, the girl’s moans and guy’s dirty talk seeping into your ears, you can’t help but slide your pants off, biting your lip to stifle your moans as you circle a finger on your aching clit.
“C’mon, angel, do more than that,” Nagi orders, now fully undressed, and you feel a bead of arousal slip out of you at the sight of his muscular, athletic body in front of you. “Nngh- Sei,” you moan out as you dip a finger into your needy, drooling cunt. It was unlike him to take such a commanding role, you think, as he palms his cock through his sweats, eyes trained on your pussy. It’s so fucking hot. “Another finger.” he commands, and you whimper. “Sei- I- I’m about to- ugh!” you whine, bucking your hips into your hand as you slide another finger inside. “S-so close!” But with a click on the keyboard, he pauses the video and says, “Don’t cum. Save it.”
“B-but, Sei! You- ugh!” you cry, fingers still thrusting weakly in and out of your sopping hole. His cock is fully erect now, standing so straight and tall and thick with his hand wrapped around it, dragging over his dick slowly. “I said, stop.” he hisses, and you freeze. You’ve never heard Nagi’s voice so cold, and for some reason, it’s so, so hot.
“Get on your knees and open up,” he breathes, the tip of his cock burning red as it twitches. Crawling over to him, you settle on your knees, opening your mouth up from below him. Exhaling sharply, he smacks the fat head of his cock against your cheek, smearing precum over your face.
“Fuckin’ slut,” he murmurs, smirk slowly widening on his features. “Just look at you, so whiny and desperate for my cock. Shit, you’re such a cute lil’ whore.” And your pussy throbs harder when you realize he’s parroting the guy from the video. You fucked yourself on your fingers to that video more times than you can count, and now, Nagi’s recreating it with you? Fuck, you could’ve just cum on the spot listening to him.
“You’re enjoying this too much, aren’t you?” he bites his lip. “Nasty girl, getting off to my fat cock slapping against your pretty face.” You moan in response, grinding your clit on your heel as he slaps his length against your face again. “Fucking hell, you’re so pretty like this,” He gasps, eagerly stroking his throbbing cock when he slaps your cheek again. “Just lookin’ at you like this- ah- fuck!” Nagi groans, thighs tightening when his hot seed spurts out, painting white ropes over your face.
Catching some of his release in your mouth, you make sure he sees it coating your tongue before you swallow it, licking at your lips with a small smirk. His chest is heaving, gentle sheen of sweat making him look ethereal in the dim light, and he swallows roughly before bringing an elegant hand to your face. With two fingers, Nagi scoops up the remaining seed on your face before sliding his cum-coated fingers into your mouth. “Good girl,” he murmurs as you choke on his fingers. “You want more of my cum, don’t you? Filthy little thing.” He remarks, and tears prick at your eyes when you nod keenly.
You’re on the edge of cumming again when he pulls away from your face. “Stand up, pretty,” he says, releasing his cock, hard again, letting it bounce against his chiseled abs. “Now, ride me like the good lil’ slut you are.”
You moan at the words as you perch yourself above him, hovering over his cock as your cunt drips slick onto his thighs. Rubbing your swollen clit on his fat tip, you whine at the sparks of pleasure bursting through you. Nagi grunts at the sensation. “Nngh- stop teasing,” he clenches his teeth, big, veiny hands wrapping around your hips before slamming you down on his cock.
With a scream, you feel the head of his cock press into your sensitive spot so perfectly. “Ah!- Sei, I- ohhh, fuu-fuck!” you wail, creaming on his dick right then and there, squirting slick down his balls and muscular thighs. He gasps at the sensation, face contorting in pleasure as he feels your weeping hole pulse and flutter around him. “You- ah, you fuckin’ slut,” he moans, sweat beading at his forehead. “Look at you- ugh- takin’ my dick so well.”
When he starts lifting you and slamming you on his cock, your jaw is already wide open, tears spilling out of your eyes as Nagi desperately chases his second release. “Ah-ahhh, fuck, your cute lil’ hole is so tight-n-wet f’me,” he bucks into you harder, grabbing one of your tits and suckling at your stiffened nipple desperately.
“Mmh, Sei! Oh-unggh-”yousob, vision hazy and mind dizzy with lust. “C’mon, pretty, cum again f’me,” Nagi groans, thrusting his cock in and out of you at a pace that makes stars flicker in your vision. The stretch of his girth is so delicious and renders your brain useless. You can barely form a coherent thought when your orgasm crashes into you, knocking the breath from your lips as you scream out his name in pleasure. “Ahh- angh- S-Sei! Ohhh, fu-fucking- ngh, Sei!!~”
You’re abused hole is aching so lewdly as Nagi bottoms out inside you with one final thrust before pulling out, cum spurting from his throbbing tip and spraying across your stomach. “Nngh- a-ah! Shiiit- so- so fuckin’ good!” Nagi whines, hands squeezing at the fat of your ass tightly.
Panting and covered in cum, you both catch your breaths as your orgasms ebb away. “Mmpf, Sei,” you gasp, nuzzling into his chest. “That was amazing.”
Nagi presses his cheek onto the top of your head with a sigh. “Mm, it was…but I’m so tired now,” he pouts, and you can’t help but giggle. “Did you even make any progress on my farm?” You inquired, looking up at him. Nagi turns away, fluffy white hair obscuring his eyes from your line of sight. “Maybe, maybe not,” he mumbles, and you snicker. “I’ll work on it for you later, pretty. Let’s just sleep now.” Nagi murmurs, scooping you into his lean arms and tumbling onto the nearby bed with you.
“Sei-! We’re both covered in- ”
“Yeah I know, I know, we’ll just wash the sheets later.”
“fuck baby, just like that.” denki groans, leaning back on the couch as you bounce up and down on his cock.
“denki i just- mmf! denki ‘m so full.”
bang! the front door slams open and snap your neck, continuing to ride denki as his roommates walk in.
“shit.” kirishima covers his eyes, clicking the door shut behind him.
“damn.” sero tilts his head, watching the way your ass jiggles after each sticky smack.
“dude!” kirishima slaps a hand over sero’s eyes.
“sorry.” denki calls out. “left half the blunt in the ashtray.” his hands grab your ass, scooting lower and starts fucking up into you. “fuck baby.” spank!
“we’ll-”
“nghhh!” you toss your head back. “fuck denki, i’m gonna- ahhh!” you gasp, spine straightening as your orgasm washes through you.
“move your fuckin hand.” sero slaps kirishima’s hand away.
“light it and pass it.” denki looks over your shoulder.
“wha- now?” kirishima drops his other arm, trying to look anywhere but at you.
sero is already walking towards the ashtray and taking a seat next to the both of you. “what? denki’s room too dirty for you, sweetheart?” blunt between his lips as he lights it.
“nah, she couldn’t wait.” denki bucks up into you, reaching over as sero passes the blunt.
“shouldn’t you.. like cover up, man.” kirishima winces when you turn to him with a pout.
“don’t like lookin at me, kiri?” you reach for him and his cheeks flush.
“think he likes lookin at you too much.” denki chuckles. “go over there.” he lifts you off his dick and plops you down on kiri’s lap.
“dude!? i- ??” he holds his hands up and squeezes his eyes shut.
“wanna fuck her?” denki lulls his head to the side and you roll your hips.
“can i fuck kiri?” you whine at denki. “please?” you push your lower lip out.
“and what about me?” sero pouts his lips out.
“what do you think baby?” denki offers you a lazy smile. “wanna give my friends a ride?” he passes you the blunt.
“mhm mhm.” you nod quickly, taking a hit and pushing it back into denki’s hand.
you lean forward, pressing your lips to kiri’s and blowing the smoke in his mouth. sero and denki watch at the way kiri flushes under your touch as you shove your hands under his shorts. you whine when his cock pops out, already glistening with little beads of pre.
“‘s big.” you lean back and pump him once before lifting up on your knees.
“bet he’ll cum in 2 minutes.” sero chuckles, watching the way you slide kiri up and down your folds.
“nahh, i give him 5.” denki pushes sero’s chest.
“guys..” he groans as you sink onto his tip. “shut up.” his hands grip your waist as he looks up at you. “pretty. so pretty baby.” he nods as you take inch after inch.
“you’re a pretty baby too.” sero purrs in denkis ear, plucking the blunt out of his hand and dabbing it out in the ashtray.
“wha- hah! fuck sero.” sero’s hand wraps around denki’s cock
“forgot how squirmy you get.” sero thumbs at his underside. “she’s got you fuckin soaked.” he hums, pumping him faster.
you can’t decide if you want to look down at kiri as you suck him in or over at the way sero has denki’s hips jerking off the couch. kiri grinds his hips up and your attention falls to him, eyes fluttering as he repeats the movement. his hands grip your waist as he starts to fuck up into you, not letting you do any of the work.
“shit hanta.” denki can’t help the way he fucks up into sero’s hand.
“gonna cum before ei?” sero chuckles.
“shut up.” denki’s thighs shake.
“nghh!” you’re clinging onto kiri as he pounds up into you.
kirishima has you held tightly to his chest as he snaps his hips up onto yours. your pussy is strangling his cock, your lips brushing against his neck as you whimper right into his ear. his fingers harden into your skin and your walls flutter, thighs shaking, with one more harsh snap of his hips, you cum with a cry of his name.
“shitshitshit.” kiri holds you down on his thighs as he fills you.
you turn your head to the side and find denki sated, breathing heavy with cum all over his abs and sero slowly jerking himself. sero gives you a lazy smile and reaches out a hand to you and you lift off of kiri. sero helps you over to him and slides you right down onto his cock.
“got you all to myself.” he brushes your hair back.
“hanta.” your lashes flutter.
“hm?” he slowly starts to fuck you up and down.
“‘m so tired.” you rest your head on his shoulder. “just.. use me. please.”
“ohhh, i know baby.” he coos, trailing a hand up your spine.
sero scoots down until you’re laying on his chest and he can fuck up into you. each drag out and push back in has your toes curling, little puffs of air leaving your lips and splaying across his warm skin. you press kisses all over his neck, trembling in his arms, breath catching as an orgasm already bursts through you.
“s’okay. i got you.” he rubs your back when he feels the tears on his neck.
“feels s’good.” you’re practically limp in his arms.
you peek out of his neck and see denki staring at you with lidded eyes as he strokes himself. you blink past him and kiri is doing the same, lips parted and letting out little moans. sero bucks up into you and you bury yourself back into his neck.
“focus on me.”
your hands tangle in his hair, gummy walls spasming around him at his low words. he hits that one spot and you gasp, yanking on his hair and he grins. he pushes against it over and over until you’re cumming and whining as he starts to fill you.
“can’t move.” you’re limp against him.
“don’t gotta.” denki rubs your back.
“gonna clean you up real nice.” he hums.
instead of taking you to the bath, they take you to denkis room and lay you back on the bed. each taking turns sucking the cum out of you.
bang! the front door opens and snaps shut.
“denki!!! why does the apartment smell like sex?” you hear katsuki walking down the hall. “you idiots didn’t invite me?”
“kats.” you squirm.
“they make you cum?”
“mhm.” a nod of your head.
“they clean you up yet?” he looks at the way they have your legs spread wide.
“mm-mm.” you shake your head.
“wanna take a bath?” he grins when you nod your head.
mean!nerd!izuku & bully!katsuki using you as their stress relief
The silence in the room was broken by uneven breathing and the slick sounds between bodies. You were overstimulated, your skin was flushed and sensitive everywhere hands had already touched you.
“Go easy, Kats,” Izuku’s voice cut through.
His tone was demanding, almost impatient, but still soft and calming.
“She has to take me too you know,” he added with an amused chuckle, green eyes carefully watching the obscene act in front of him, studying every small reaction on your face, mentally taking pictures of every mark left on your body.
And what a view he had! You— naked and bruised all over— hair sticking to your forehead as your knees were barely moving— were settled above Katsuki’s also sweaty, naked body. His large hands were harshly gripping at the fat of your ass, fingers digging in deep, shoving you down on his dick with the same energy he had three rounds ago, while you were a total mess.
The blond under you let out a long groan as he moved you with far too much ease, like you weighed nothing at all. Like your body belonged exactly where he put it. Each movement stole the air from your lungs, a broken sound slipping past your lips every single time he forced you down his dick.
Even in this state, the feeling of him twitching inside your walls was unmistakable. You had come to learn that feeling faster than you wanted to admit. The small pulse, the way his grip tightened, the shift in his breathing. He was close. Very close.
You had already come before him. Your body had gone numb for a few moments, vision blurry, ears ringing softly— but he didn’t let go. He kept you in his lap, making sure you took whatever he gave you. He kept you there until you memorized everything about him.
He shoved his dick in your sopping whole one more time before he let out another long groan, this one deeper, rougher. Soon after, you felt the hot loads of his cum hit your walls, filling you slowly, making you shudder and squeeze him without meaning to.
Your hands found his shoulders in order to keep your balance, nails pressing into his skin, breath ragged as you closed your eyes for a few moments, the dizziness overwhelming you.
“God, she’s squeezing me so hard right now,” Katsuki laughed, breath still uneven as he slightly readjusted himself under you. “You’re so fuckin’ greedy.”
“Ah, only if she was like this when it came to a high grade,” Izuku mused, green eyes moving between you and Katsuki. His large scarred hand hovered over his visible hard-on, slowly palming himself as if he was thinking. Analyzing.
Ever since this… special session started, all he did was watch you and Katsuki fuck.
Or better said, watching his friend— and your childhood bully— put you in the most embarrassing positions possible. Like he had a list prepared in his mind, crossing things out one by one.
And he started off strong.
He made you suck his dick on all fours while your bare pussy and ass were facing Izuku, because he said he wanted to study them. Said it like it was academic. Like it was part of the project.
Then, still on all fours, he started pounding into you from behind while you made eye contact with Izuku. And every time you looked away— even for a second— Katsuki stopped his movements completely and edged you for what felt like hours.
And Izuku? He didn’t help at all.
On the contrary, he lied that you looked away a few times, even when you hadn’t. Just to see how tears of frustration formed in your eyes when Katsuki stopped right when you were about to finish.
Because of course Katsuki believed his friend.
Fucking freaks. Both of them.
But what worried you the most?
You liked all of it.
At no point did you feel the need to stop and walk away. Not once. Instead, you got even greedier. And you didn’t even have a chance to fuck Izuku yet.
“I don’t even understand why we got paired with her. All she’s good for is taking dick.”
The blond’s words stung, sharp and blunt, making your throat tighten as heat rushed to your face. You hated how much they affected you. Hated that part of you felt small under them.
“Don’t be mean, that’s a quality too, isn’t it?” Izuku murmured, brushing his thumb over your flushed cheek.
The contrast between his gentle touch and the degrading words made your breath hitch painfully.
“Plus, she’s taking it so well…”
“Like a champ,” Katsuki smirked as he finally pulled out of your pussy, making you let out a deep sigh you didn’t realize you were holding.
You moved back a bit, helped by Izuku, because your body was pretty numb and your legs felt unreliable. You licked your lips when you looked back at Katsuki.
He looked so fucking good.
His blond hair was a total mess, sticking in every direction. His chest and abs were glistening with sweat, your scratches still visible across his skin. His flushed dick was sitting prettily between his thighs, all covered in your juices and his cum, slowly softening but still thick and heavy.
“You gotta help us somehow. We can’t have you be completely useless,” Izuku reminded you, his free hand coming down to stroke your bruised hip.
You hissed at the contact immediately, pain spreading beneath his fingers, the tenderness reminding you just how much you had already taken tonight.
“Doing… my best,” you managed, nodding again, sniffling slightly as your voice wobbled.
“If I had known how good that pussy feels, I woulda fucked you sooner,” Katsuki took in a deep breath, raking his eyes over your exposed body slowly, shamelessly.
“…But idiots like you turn me off,” he added with a laugh.
Your chest tightened at his harsh— but painfully true— words.
Unfortunately, you had never been the smartest in your class, nor the brilliant one. You were average. You had good grades. No failing courses. No complaints from professors that you need a tutor. But when you got paired up to do a project with two of the smartest guys at UA University, they reminded you how stupid you actually were.
You weren’t of any help to them, as Katsuki put it. Your research was badly done. Your citations were all wrong. Your materials were not reliable. And your writing skills were “lacking something,” in Izuku’s words.
So how else could you be of help to them other than letting them use you as… their stress relief? And all of you had something to win from this. They get some quick action— no questions asked, and you get… your part done. And some good dick, but that’s beside the point.
“Kats, don’t be an asshole,” Izuku frowned at his friend, though there was no real heat in it. Both hands moved to cup your ass, pulling you closer to his lap with clear intention. “Ignore him, okay?”
“Ah— okay,” you nodded weakly, wrapping your hands around his shoulders, your head falling into the crook of his neck.
“Can you keep going?” he asked softly, voice right by your ear.
“Yes,” you replied sleepily, your body melting, feeling strangely comfortable in his arms.
Izuku smiled against your skin.
“You’re such a hard-working girl,” he chuckled quietly. “…when it comes to being a little slut for us.”
Katsuki laughed loudly at his friend’s words, smirk never leaving his face as he guessed you were probably hoping for Izuku to be nicer. Softer. Better.
“I’m— I’m sorry,” you muttered, hiding your face against Izuku’s shoulder.
“No, no— no worries, baby. We like you more this way,” Izuku admitted with a gentle tone, almost sweet.
You moved away from his neck and looked back at him, noticing how he was smiling at you warmly— yet his eyes had that teasing glint in them.
“You… do?”
“‘Course idiot, who wouldn’t like a girl who’d do anythin’ for some dick?” Katsuki laughed as he shook his head in disbelief. “God, stop bein’ so stupid. No wonder I bullied you when we were kids.”
Your face grew red at his words, heart beating faster. You opened your mouth, ready to defend yourself, but only a moan escaped your lips when Izuku’s fingers moved between your legs, reaching your sticky folds.
Two of his fingers spread you open slowly, showing some of Katsuki’s cum leaking out of you. It dripped down on his bulge, messy and thick.
Izuku smiled at the sight.
“I’m sure we can fit more in here,” he muttered more to himself than to you.
“I like to take you when you are already full… test how much more you can take.” His voice dropped lower, his hand squeezing your bruised hip again.
“Get these off for me, yeah?” Izuku smiled, his eyes flicking towards his pants that were clearly straining him.
You nodded quickly and moved your trembling hands down, fingers starting to unbuckle his belt. The metal clinked softly in the quiet room. You heard him hiss when you accidentally brushed against his bulge through the fabric. It was massive. Almost painful to look at.
You pulled his belt out of the loops and moved to unbutton his pants, fingers clumsy but eager. He raised his hips slightly to help you drag them off his hips.
You turned your attention back to his crotch, gulping when you saw his boxers.
There was already a wet patch on them.
A big one.
He had been enduring that all this time. Sitting there, watching, pretending to be calm while he was that hard...
What a freak, you thought.
“These too, silly,” Izuku lets out a breathy chuckle.
You nod quietly as you bring your hands to the waistband of his boxers, dragging them slowly down his hips. His hardened member springs up, almost hitting your stomach.
His tip is pink and leaking with pre-cum. His length is close to Katsuki’s, maybe even bigger.
“Gonna take me, yeah? Nice and slow,” Izuku whispers in your ear, lips brushing your skin, making you shudder. “Not like Katsuki,” he assured you, eyes flicking towards his friend.
The blond rolled his eyes at the words.
“She likes more when you’re rough, you’ll see,” Katsuki scoffs.
“Is that right?” Izuku turns to you with a knowing smile. “Be honest,” he encouraged you, fingers massaging your tender skin.
You bit your lip.
They both knew the answer.
They were waiting for yours.
Hoping you’ll slip. Hoping they can punish you.
But you saw it coming already.
“I— uhm— yes,” you reply with the tiniest bit of shame.
His hands squeeze your hips as he brings you upward, making you whimper when his tip nudges your sensitive clit, your whole body jolting at the contact.
“Let’s see then,” he muses, frowning slightly as he aligns himself at your wet entrance.
You take a deep breath, hands digging into his shoulders, while he sinks you down his length, a cry tearing out of you at the stretch. It was big. And it burned. Yet it felt heavenly.
He watches closely as you swallow him whole, pussy lips molding perfectly around him. He can see how Katsuki’s cum and your juices are dripping all over his base, the pressure of him inside you, making all of it gush out helplessly.
“Sorry ’bout that,” Izuku lets out a breathy laugh.
“’S okay, she has other holes to fill,” the blond says, shaking his head as he watches you take Izuku.
“Mhm— I— Ah!”
You moan loudly, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of his girth scratching and stretching your walls, making your legs shake.
“M-move,” you stutter. “Please, Izuku,” you add, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“You’re so mannered, baby,” he smiles softly, dragging himself out of your abused hole, then shoving his dick back in.
The feeling of him buried deep inside you made your stomach clench.
Izuku’s hands squeezed your hips tighter, holding you steady, creating his own rhythm.
“…you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Your back arched involuntarily, pressing into him as you gasped, legs trembling. “Yes…yes…” you moaned.
He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “Look at you… so eager,” he whispered.
Your words were replaced by long moan when you felt him shift under you, pushing you just right on his cock, hitting your sweet spot. Every movement made you whimper. Every stretch made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Your legs shook as he pushed deeper, his girth making you squeeze him. You gasped, unable to control the pleasure building inside you. “Please… don’t stop,” you whispered, voice barely audible, shivering with need and anticipation.
“Stop asking…” he made a pause, as he shoved you down his dick once again. “… just take it,” he grunts in your ear.
Your back arched again, nails digging deeper into his shoulders, hips moving almost on instinct as your body responded to him.
You moaned his name helplessly, breath ragged, body trembling. The way he thrusted into you, the way he held you so perfectly, made your chest ache and your stomach twist with the need of release.
Izuku’s hand stayed pressed against your hip, holding you firmly. His gaze flicked towards the blond sitting quietly on the other side of the bed, arms crossed, jaw tight.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice silky and smooth, “don’t you feel bad for Kats?”
You froze, breath hitching as your eyes followed his.
“Look at him,” Izuku continued, tone teasing but cutting. “He’s getting nothing right now… while you sit there, enjoying yourself…”
Guilt hit through you instantly. You could feel his eyes on you, studying your reaction.
Katsuki’s sharp voice cut through the haze, blunt and impatient. “Oh, yeah… your mouth’s free,” he said, eyes narrowed, having a nasty glint to them.
“And you’re not using it for anything other than moaning. Use it for somethin’ else, won’t ya?”
Your body jerked at the words. He wasn’t yelling exactly, but the bite in his tone made your stomach tighten.
“C’mon,” he growled, shifting slightly in his seat, eyes still locked on you. “Don’t just sit there squirming. You’re good at this, aren’t you?“ he reminded you as his hand palmed his dick.
You shivered under his gaze, heat rushing to your cheeks. Your hands clenched, yet your body was already responding. Still seated in Izuku’s lap, facing him, you twisted your torso so you could also see Katsuki.
Katsuki’s eyebrows raised at the quick gesture, but his shock didn’t last long as a smirk spread over his lips.
“See how fast she’s responding?” he laughed mockingly as he rose from his seat and came closer to where you and Izuku sat.
His knees hit the frame of the bed as he stopped in front of it.
You saw Katsuki’s hand rise and tangle in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. You watched as he gave his member a few pumps with the other hand before guiding it in your direction.
“C’mon then, open up,” Katsuki said impatiently, pushing your face towards his dick, not caring that you were still struggling to take Izuku’s.
You parted your lips slightly, sticking out your tongue, and he chuckled.
“Wide open. You know I’m bigger than that.” He laughed, Izuku snickering quietly as well.
Katsuki slapped his dick against your tongue, not waiting long before shoving it down your throat, making you gag around him.
Izuku didn’t let you adjust to the intrusion as he thrust into you harder than before, making your whole body shake violently. Even if he had wanted to slow down, your greedy pussy dragged him right back, swallowing him whole.
You tried to steady yourself using Izuku’s shoulders, even though your breath was ragged, your eyes barely open, and your jaw aching from how wide you had to open for Katsuki.
You began bobbing your head, your tongue enveloping his member, dragging over his tip, but the pressure in your belly was close to snapping.
You desperately patted Izuku’s shoulder, hoping he would slow down his movements, but all he did was smile widely at your gesture.
“Wanna go faster? Is that it?” he asked, confused, his sweet tone sounding faker than usual. He wasn’t even hiding it anymore.
That freak.
You tried shaking your head, but Katsuki’s hand kept you still, making sure you were unable to do anything else. The muffled sounds that escaped you didn’t help either.
Izuku’s hands dragged you over his dick— up and down— until you were barely able to keep your mouth closed around Katsuki’s member. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head as Izuku practically abused that sweet spot inside you, causing your orgasm to wash over you in waves, leaving your body completely numb.
Izuku’s hands left your hips and your grip on his shoulders loosened until you fell onto your back on the mattress, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, your body trembling.
Your vision blurred for a few moments but readjusted slightly as you saw Izuku’s figure looming over you, green curls sticking to his forehead. He was saying something to you, but you were so out of it that you couldn’t even hear him.
Then you jolted.
When you looked down, you saw Katsuki’s cum spreading all over your naked breasts in hot spurts, as he had had to finish the job himself. He made sure to cover everything in that sticky, white substance, leaving no skin visible to the eye.
“Told you she likes it rough,” Katsuki’s laugh cut through the room.
Izuku gave him a nudge as he looked at you again.
“…are you up for one more?” he asked, giving an apologetic smile.
99 problems, but a wet dream ain’t one | katsuki b.
summary: katsuki had a wet dream about you — and now he can’t get the image out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. and when you find out? you’re sure as hell not making it easy for him.
warnings: best friend!katsuki, best friend!reader, reader is shameless, reader is down BAD, teasing, flirting, cursing, dirty talk, wet dream, smut, blowjob, gagging, spit, dom!katsuki, bratty!sub!reader, degradation, “this is a bad idea” typa fic, MDNI;
wc: 2,3k
Katsuki Bakugou has a best friend problem.
And it isn’t the kind of problem that can be solved by just talking about it, like normal friends do.
No. This is pretty difficult to solve.
Why?
One, because Katsuki doesn’t even talk about feelings or problems most of the time. He just bottles them up until something new appears and then forgets about whatever bothered him before.
And two, he definitely won’t talk about how a wet dream with his best friend made him feel.
Yeah. A wet dream.
He hasn’t had one of those since he was a fucking teenager, and it makes him feel so stupid. He is a grown man, for God’s sake. An established pro-hero. A respected one. And more recently?
A fucking loser.
A loser who now struggles to even meet your eyes while you’re having a simple conversation, because every time he does, he remembers how you looked in his dream — naked and sweaty and so fucking eager to suck him off.
And of fucking course his mind wanders further—
Would your mouth feel that good in reality?
Would it turn him on that much to have you on your knees between his legs?
Would your moans really sound that divine while doing your best to bring him towards pleasure?
Will—
“Earth to Katsukiii,” you suddenly speak, waving a hand in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him jolt slightly, his body shifting backwards on the couch.
“What!?” His head snaps towards you instantly, his hand coming up to slap yours away, ignoring the warmth that lingers from the brief contact.
“I have been talking to you,” you frown, scooching closer to him, leaning forward slightly, trying to catch his gaze. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothin’,” he shrugs, but his body tenses the moment your chest brushes against his arm.
“You’re even pissier than usual,” you remark with a raised brow, studying him carefully. He scoffs.
“You’re imagining things,” he replies way too fast.
You frown deeper, squinting your eyes as you shift even closer, intentionally closing the space between you. You don’t miss the way he immediately leans away.
“Why do you run from me?” you ask, tilting your head.
“I like my space, weirdo,” he mutters under his breath.
“I like your space too,” you tease, nudging your knee against his.
He instantly moves his knee away.
“Shut up and watch this damn movie,” he rolls his eyes, trying to focus anywhere but you.
“Kats.”
No answer.
“Katsuki,” you insist again, leaning in and poking his cheek with your finger.
You feel it — the tension.
You notice the way his hands curl, palms balling into fists as he takes a slow, deep breath, clearly trying to keep himself together.
“What’s up with you?” you push again, your voice softer this time, but more insistent. You move even closer, until he’s practically cornered at the end of the couch, your body fully pressing into his.
“Tell meee,” you drag out, nudging him lightly. “What’s bothering you?”
“You’re bothering me,” he finally snaps, his tone sharp and annoyed, making you blink in surprise. “Even in my fuckin’ dreams,” he adds with a frustrated groan, dragging a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already was.
“What?” you ask, caught off guard. “You dreamt about me?”
“Are you deaf?” he rolls his eyes, letting out a short, dry chuckle.
Then—
Something shifts.
A slow, almost mischievous grin spreads across your lips.
“What kind of dream did you have?” you ask, lowering your voice slightly as you lean closer, your gaze locking onto his.
Before he can react, you move.
In one smooth motion, you swing your leg over him, then the other, settling yourself directly in his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his muscular legs.
His mouth parts slightly, frozen halfway open, one eye twitching as he stares up at you, completely caught off guard.
“Come on,” you push again, shifting slightly on his lap, your clothed core brushing against his crotch through his jeans.
“Did you have a wet dream?” you ask playfully, clearly teasing, not thinking anything of it — but the moment he flinches, looking away instead of snapping back at you, your smile falters just a bit.
“Did you really have a wet dream of me?” you ask again, this time more serious, your eyes searching his face.
“Piss off,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.
“Oh my god… I want to know right now,” you nudge him again, more insistent this time.
“I ain’t telling you shit, now get off of me,” he says, though his hands find your hips, gripping them instinctively.
You place your hands over his, pressing them down, smirking slightly.
“You know… if you tell me what it was about… maybe I can help,” you shrug casually, as if you didn’t just drop that.
He stares at you, completely dumbfounded, like you just said the most insane thing he’s ever heard.
“You gotta be joking,” he says, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Why would I be? It’s not like I don’t find you hot or anything,” you add, shifting slightly again in his lap.
That stirrs something in him.
He hisses under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening without him even realizing it.
“I’m still not telling you,” he mumbles, jaw clenching.
“Okay…” you hum. “I’ll guess.”
You take a moment to think, then—
“Was I on all fours? Were you fucking me from the back? I know you like doggy style… or maybe something else? Like missionary? Or cowgirl?” you ramble, mostly to yourself, watching his reactions closely. “How about—“
“It was a goddamn blowjob, now shut up,” he groans, his head falling back against the couch with a dull thud.
“Oh,” you pause, blinking. “A blowjob,” you repeat thoughtfully, tilting your head slightly.
“How was I able to fit all of that in my mouth?” you add, genuinely thinking about it.
He groans louder this time, hands leaving your hops and dragging them down his face.
“You are killing me, woman,” he mutters, voice strained, making you giggle softly.
“So you want it?” you ask, watching him closely.
He makes a pause, completely baffled.
Then—
“The hell? Who asks their best friend to suck them off?” he snaps, glaring at you.
“Who dreams of their best friend sucking them off?” you shoot back instantly, raising a brow.
“Smartass,” he scoffs.
“Pervert.”
“Oh, I’m the pervert? Not you, who’s been grinding on me for the past minutes?” he shoots back.
“I only suggested it because you seem stressed lately,” you say, your tone softer now, but still teasing. “And you clearly don’t wanna talk about feelings. Maybe I can help some… other way… you know?”
He goes quiet.
Really quiet.
His brows pull together as he stares at you, his expression shifting into something more serious, more conflicted — something you can’t quite read.
You’ve never seen that look on him before.
Not like this.
There’s hesitation.
Something heavy sits behind his eyes.
“You better not make me regret this,” he mutters finally, his voice lower now.
Your brows lift slightly, tilting your head. You didn’t know what to make of this words.
“Wha— what?”
His hands tighten on your hips, making you shift against his crotch for the nth time.
“Get on your knees.”
“Now?” You ask baffled.
“Yes, now. I’m in the mood and it’s your fault,” he reminds you.
You bite your lip to repress a smile.
Instead of a snarky comment, you just nod quietly and get off his lap. He spreads his legs wider the moment you move, watching you closely as you lower yourself onto your knees, settling between his muscular thighs.
Your palms come up to touch them, fingers gripping the material of his jeans as you slowly move them up and down, feeling the tension in his body, trying to ease it just a little.
You take your time.
Slowly moving upward, dragging it out, making it feel like it takes forever to reach his crotch… then his belt.
You start unbuckling it, your movements slow, all while looking up at him — watching the way he stares down at you, jaw tight, lips pressed together, hands resting stiffly at his sides.
You slide the belt out of the way, then undo his zipper, finally revealing his black boxers. Something hard brushes against your hand and he hisses above you, his breath catching.
Your fingers dip under the material and drag it down, exposing his happy trail that leads down to his cock. His own hands come down to help, pushing his jeans and boxers lower, lifting his hips just enough. The fabric bunches at his thighs, out of the way.
And then—
His cock springs free.
Long. Thick. Prominent veins running along the length of it. The tip flushed a reddish color, already leaking with pre-cum.
“C’mon, dig in,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hand comes to tangle in your hair, pushing you slightly forward.
You don’t rush.
You lean in slowly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, feeling the way he reacts instantly — his breath hitching, a quiet hiss slipping past his lips as you glance up at him through your lashes.
Your tongue slides out, dragging along his length, long, intentional strokes, collecting the pre-cum as you go. His fingers tighten in your hair.
“Don’t— be such a tease, damn it,” he grits out, voice rougher now, the veins in his neck more visible as he looks down at you.
You let out a quiet chuckle, but you give in.
Enough teasing.
You part your lips and guide him in, taking him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, relaxing your jaw as you go, until the tip presses against the back of your throat.
You pause there for a second, breathing steadily through your nose, adjusting — letting your body relax around him.
Then you start moving.
Slow at first.
Pulling back just enough before taking him in again, setting a rhythm, your tongue flattening along the underside, tracing the veins, working with each movement.
Spit and pre-cum mix together, making everything smoother, your lips sealing tightly around him.
All the while, your eyes stay on him.
Watching everything.
The way his teeth catch his lower lip. The flare of his nostrils. The crease forming between his brows as he tries to hold himself together. Low grunts slip past his lips, restrained, controlled — but you can tell he’s holding back.
That only makes you pick up the pace.
Your head starts bobbing more steadily, your movements more confident, more precise. Tears sting lightly at your eyes from the burn of your throat, but you don’t stop — you just adjust your breathing, keeping the rhythm consistent.
You want to hear him.
Really hear him.
“You happy now?” he asks, breath uneven, voice rough. “Having a mouth full of me?”
You let out a muffled moan around him in response, the vibration traveling through him as your tongue moves again, your pace never faltering.
“You greedy brat,” he chuckles, though his voice strains. He knows you — you like this, like putting on a show, like pulling reactions out of him.
His hips twitch upward when you increase your speed, your nails digging slightly into his thighs to steady yourself as his fingers tighten in your hair.
Sweat starts to bead at his forehead, sliding down as strands of blond hair stick to his skin.
“Mhm— keep— keep going,” he finally groans, his control slipping just a bit more.
You keep the same pace, consistent, precise, working him up without losing rhythm, your tongue and lips working together, spit and pre-cum already dripping down your chin. But is all worth it when you feel it—
The twitch.
The tension building.
A few more precise movements, a slight change in pressure, and then—
He breaks.
“Fuck, fuck, gonn a—“
His words are cut off as a low, deep moan escapes him. He releases, his body tensing as he spills hot loads of cum into your mouth. He closes his eyes at the feeling, barely able to keep his lips sealed.
For a moment, he doesn’t move, his orgasm washing over him, then — he finally looks at you. You were still on your knees, still sucking and slurping like your life depended on it.
“Fuckin’ hell— you’re takin’ everything,” he lets out a weak, breathy laugh. And it was true, you make sure to not let anything go to waste.
You suck him dry.
And he lets you — for a short while.
Only when the sensitivity kicks in does he tug at your hair, trying to catch his breath and helping you catch yours.
“Shit— too much—” he groans, needing another second to breathe, to recover as you pull away, licking your lips slowly, cleaning the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand as you look up at him.
Taking him in.
He’s leaned back against the couch now, hair messy, chest rising and falling steadily, his cock flushed and glistening, resting against his stomach now. His pants and boxers are still pushed down around his thighs as he spreads his legs, taking a lot of space like usual.
But he wasn’t the only one looking messy… he noticed your state too.
And fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Your hair was deshiveled from his grabbing, your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and glistening with fluids… you looked so fucking pretty like this — on your knees for him, having his cum down your throat and looking at him with teary eyes — a sign of how hard you tried to take him.
You remain on the floor even if it wasn’t the most comfortable place, still close to him.
“So…” you finally break the silence softly.
His eyes snap back to yours, still catching his breath.
“Was this better than your dream?” you ask with a raised brow and a teasing grin.
But he won’t give you want to want. He already gave you enough.
He just scoffs at your question, rolling his head slightly to the side, trying to hide his smile.
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☆ blue lock nagi seishiro x fem!reader. smau streamer series
summary
nagi has just been locked off, and you, his self-declared biggest fan, are struggling to accept the facts. when nagi announces that he’s starting a streaming account, how will you and your nagi-loving followers react?
genre/cw
short smau series (chs w writing indicated w a ⌨️), crack and fluff with a hint of angst, nagi was eliminated from blue lock, nagi and y/n are streamers, y/n runs “secret” a nagi seishiro fan account, y/n is lowkey kinoshita utage (tamon’s b-side) coded, nagifan1-7 are irrelevant and there as filler characters, canon events after manga ch 300 are irrelevant, cursing, cringe, kys and inappropriate jokes, timestamps are irrelevant
playlist
sayonara cross treck, miraidempa .ᐟ unslept, miraidempa .ᐟ receiver, miraidempa .ᐟ new computers, girlfriends .ᐟ the love i lost, fried by fluoride .ᐟ cannot get over you, requiem for you .ᐟ crystal of faded childhood, kairi the maid .ᐟ tower of memories, ivri .ᐟ sink, plastic tree .ᐟ leave, whirr .ᐟ kuchuburanko, plastic tree .ᐟ join me (in death), avalanche effect .ᐟ flesh, sleepwalk .ᐟ so bitter, stxlkin .ᐟ link here
in the same space (smut)
off-menu (smut)
practice makes perfect ! (smut)
“bring it on hero” (smut)
charged to the touch (smut) pt.2 (smut)
an eater (smut)
8pm and you (smut)
pillow princess (smut)
fight me, love me (angst, smut)
“let me hear you” (smut)
“speakin’ my language..?” (smut) pt.2 (smut)
“you’re not supposed to get up, kats!” (smut)
good boy!~ (smut)
“don’t hang up.” (smut)
monsterfuckin’ kats (smut)
breading with bakugo, no pun intended (smut)
out on a limb!~ (smut)
office katsuki (smut)
“i bite things i like.” (suggestive)
the concept(suggestive)
corgasm !? (smut)
virgin kats (smut) pt.2 (suggestive, smut)
showerheaddd (smut)
everybody here wants you…(smut)
arts n crafts (smut)
drunk in luv!~ (smut)
seven minutes in heaven! (smut)
sleepyheads (smut)
rut (smut)
caught red handeddd (smut)
grinderrr (smut)
dragon drabble (smut)
glasses (smut) pt.2 (smut)
lightweight (smut)
your highness (smut)
whipped cream (smut)
meow (smut) pt.2 (smut) pt.3 (smut)
honeymoon (smut)
accidental submission (smut)
safeword (smut, comfort)
happy trail (smut)
pick up the phone (smau) (suggestive)
hopelessly yours (fluff, smut)
valentines day (smut) pt.2 (smut)
beefy!bakugo (suggestive, smut)
food review (suggestive)
distraction (smut)
iys a nagi x reader here on Tumblr reader is nagis personal assistant and just got her 12 week break cut short to 6 weeks now she's back at bllk. She has a roommate and nagi always asks her for snacks. I was about to read the smut part then I lost the fic cause I closed the tab. Also I remember everyone has separate rooms unlike cannon
you swore it was just a dare. that this was supposed to be a joke, something to laugh about with your friends. but when the campus loser had you pinned to the sheets under him — his ridiculously huge cock grinding against all the right spots — it was getting harder and harder to remember how you ended up here in the first place.
each thrust felt like it was stripping away every ounce of control that you desperately tried to cling onto, unraveling you further when his pelvis met the curve of your ass.
“oh—fuck!” you cried, gripping onto the sheets helplessly. the sight of him hovering above you was almost unreal, caged in between his arms. this was the loser you got dared to sleep with? his cheeks were flushed in a light shade of pink, sweat beading on his temples before falling onto your skin. his hands were wrapped around your waist perfectly, holding you in place while he mercilessly drove into you. “you sure this—nngh—is your first time?” every word you managed to get out took effort, coming out in between choked cries and whines.
“mmm, does it look otherwise?” he rasped, his breath ghosting your collarbone before biting down on your skin. “you’re shaking so much.. wasn’t expecting a loser like me to be this good? good thing you decided to come see for yourself, hm?”
you could hear the faint cockiness dripping from his tone, unbothered and apathetic as he filled you up with languid strokes, leaving you clinging onto his shoulders. it was almost humiliating how effortless it was for him to completely ruin you, submitting to him fully and abandoning your pride. fuck this loser shit. no one’s held you like this before, no one’s fucked you like this before. “you know.. people call you a loser.” you said in between gasps, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.
“haah—does it matter?” groaning into your skin, he melted into your warmth, the brutal rhythm turning into something that bordered on intimate. “not anymore.” you shook your head. “i’m starting to want to keep you to myself.”
“you sure you won’t get bored of a loser like me?” he asked, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. “i don’t come with much, just saying.”
“does it matter?” echoing his words, you pulled him in for a kiss with your legs wrapped tight around his waist. “if i want something i must have it. and in this case.. i want you.”
his gaze lingered on yours, looking closely. unyielding. like he didn’t want to look away, like he was looking for the slightest bit of hesitation — a sign of deceit. but there was none. gone was the lie — the trap he knowingly walked into — unarmed the moment he held you in his arms.
“sure. you can use me, play with me, tell your friends whatever you want..” he murmured, hot breath hitting your ears. “but next time, don’t wait for a dare.”
you always thought nagi was clingy, but nothing could’ve prepared you for having a son who looked exactly like him—and somehow acted even worse.
your little boy had his own room, decorated perfectly with his favorite things. soft walls painted his favorite color, shelves lined with toys, a big plush bed with a comforter that matched his tiny personality. you thought he’d be excited to have his own space, finally able to call a room his own. but no matter how many times you tucked him in there, kissed him goodnight, and told him sweet dreams, he always ended up sneaking into your room in the middle of the night.
“baby, you have your own room,” you’d tell him, already half-asleep as he wriggled between you and nagi, clutching his stuffed toy and rubbing at his tired eyes.
“don’t like it,” he mumbled against your arm, voice muffled but determined. “smells better here. smells like mama.”
from behind you, nagi let out a sleepy chuckle, his voice low and raspy from just waking. “he’s got a point.”
“sei, you’re not helping,” you grumbled, carding your fingers through your son’s messy white hair.
“‘s true, though.” nagi’s arm lazily tightened around your waist, making sure he had his spot secured as well.
and just like that, your bed became home base for not one but two velcro boys. nagi’s long arm always thrown lazily over both you and your son, as if he was reclaiming his territory, while your son’s tiny hands refused to let go of your shirt, even in his sleep.
mornings weren’t much easier. you usually woke up pinned—your son starfished across your chest, drooling into your shirt and snoring softly, while nagi coiled around your waist like a human-sized snake, his face buried in your neck and his breathing steady.
“mamaaa, don’t go,” your son whined when you tried to sit up, still half-asleep but immediately aware of your movement.
“stay, babe,” nagi muttered in the exact same tone, tightening his hold without even opening his eyes.
you groaned, flopping your head back against the pillow. “if i don’t get up, who’s going to cook breakfast?”
“delivery…” nagi mumbled without missing a beat.
“delibewy!” your son chirped, copying his dad perfectly, lips curling into a sleepy grin.
you sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “i’ve basically got twins.”
in the kitchen, it wasn’t any better. nagi leaned against the counter, watching you cook with hooded eyes like it was entertainment, while your son clung to your leg like a koala, making it nearly impossible to move from one counter to another.
“hungryyy,” nagi dragged out the word, his voice pitched just enough to sound pathetic.
“hungryyyyy,” your son echoed immediately, tugging at your shirt dramatically, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
you pinched the bridge of your nose. honestly, you didn’t know who needed actual attention more—your real baby or your oversized one.
by the time you managed to herd them into the living room, you thought you’d get a break. wrong. the moment you sat on the couch, nagi sprawled across your lap, long legs dangling over the side, head pillowed comfortably on your stomach. then your son came toddling over, climbing up onto the little sliver of space left, determined to wedge himself in.
“mama’s lap is mine!” he huffed, pushing at nagi’s side with his tiny hands.
“hey, don’t copy me,” nagi muttered, refusing to move and tightening his grip around your waist like a stubborn child.
“i copy you,” your son shot back smugly, puffing his cheeks in victory.
you looked between the two of them, their matching pouts making your head spin. it was like staring at a smaller, louder version of nagi arguing with the original. “see what you’ve created?” you glared at nagi over your son’s head.
“pretty cute, though,” nagi replied, utterly unbothered, even as your lap circulation slowly began to suffer.
errands were a whole new battlefield. dragging nagi out of the house was already hard enough, but with your son, it became a parade of clinginess. nagi shuffled along beside you, dragging his feet with a bored look, while your son waddled on your other side, clinging tight to your hand and swinging it back and forth.
“do i have to go?” nagi whined.
“yes.”
“me too?” your son parroted, looking up at you with big pleading eyes.
“yes, you too,” you said firmly.
at the grocery store, it got worse. nagi leaned heavily against the cart like he might collapse if he had to stand on his own, while your son sat inside with his arms folded across his chest, mimicking his dad’s pout. both of them gave you identical lazy stares as if shopping was the most exhausting thing in the world. passersby gave you sympathetic (or amused) looks—like you were wrangling not one child but two.
finally, bedtime rolled around again. you tried once more to settle your son into his room, tucking him under his blanket with kisses on his forehead. he smiled sleepily, promised to stay this time, and even hugged his plush a little tighter like he meant it. but by 2 a.m. you felt the mattress dip and a tiny body crawl between you and nagi again.
you opened your eyes just in time to see nagi, half-asleep, lifting the blanket to let him in like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“sei,” you whispered, watching your son curl against you with his plushie, sighing as his small fingers immediately latched onto your shirt again. “you’re spoiling him.”
“he just wants you,” nagi shrugged, his voice thick with sleep as he pulled you both closer with one arm. “same as me.”
“mama’s mine,” your son murmured into your chest, already halfway back to dreamland.
“no, mine,” nagi countered softly, pressing his face into your neck with the faintest smirk.
you sighed, trapped between your two velcro babies—one small, one oversized, both equally stubborn. exhausting? yes. overwhelming? definitely. but as their warmth surrounded you and their breathing evened out in sync, you realized you wouldn’t trade this for anything.
your life now was full of clinginess, mimicry, and a whole lot of patience. and honestly? it was perfect.
