đ€ baby daddy Bakogu x ex wife reader, divorce, heâs down bad for you, smut 18+, squirting, oral sex (female reciving), dirty talk, pet name, jealous Bakogu . . .
You knew it was a bad idea.
But when your two daughters kept begging you, you gave in -after all, it was just an ironic and harmless prank.
You and Katsuki had been divorced for eight years, exactly when your oldest daughter was two and your youngest was one. You were only 19 when you got pregnant but Katsuki didn't abandon either you or your daughter, but a year later, your youngest daughter was born. And after her birth, your marriage fell apart -things weren't going well anymore and you ended up arguing constantly, so divorce seemed like the only solution.
And so it was, it had been the solution, even though facing it was hard -seeing him every day without exchanging a single word was incredibly difficult, but it was the only way to keep from going back to him and begging to get back together.
But those had been the early years, after a full eight years, you had rebuilt your life beautifully -even your love life, it wasn't exactly perfect, but you were giving it a shot. Youâd been seeing this man for at least three months -and even though he wasnât really your type, you wanted to try anyway, because it didn't seem right for you that your ex-husband was out there playing the slut with at least a hundred girls while you sat with a cigarette between your lips, thinking about your orrible ex-marriage.
So yes, your relationship was a thing of the past, over and done with, but that Friday evening, boredom reigned between you and your daughters.
"Mommy, please -I saw this prank on TikTok. Come on, you two will end up laughing, please," the older one insisted, while the younger one giggled in the background, urging you to do it. "You two are crazy, can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?" you said, laughing at the absurdity of what they were asking.
They wanted you to call Katsuki just to say goodnight, a trend theyâd seen on TikTok -an app you were cursing. But they were insisting so much and it seemed like fun, so why not? After all, youâd been divorced for ages, heâd probably laugh with his new girlfriend hearing what your daughters had made you do.
You didn't know if he had a new girlfriend but let's just say that looks were one of his undeniable points, so you were definitely sure that he was with someone.
You picked up the phone from the table while your daughters laughed triumphantly. You went to your contacts, typed in his full name and found his contact. "I can't believe I'm doing this" you said, completely resigned, then tapped the contact icon and made the call, "Put it on speaker," your oldest daughter said, taking the phone from your hands and placing it in front of you.
The phone rang and as the minutes passed by, you felt embarrassment begin to overwhelm you, "He's probably working -you two know your dad is always working" you said, ready to end the call, but just then, a voice came through.
"Hello?"
Fuck.
"Hi Bakugo, um..." you said, completely flustered and forgetting what to say, "Why did you call? Did something happen?" he asked immediately.
You muted the microphone, noticing that your daughters were about to burst out laughing, "Turn it back on, Mommy," said the youngest after laughing, impatient to hear her father's reaction.
"Um... I just wanted to wish you good night" you said awkwardly, placing your hand over your mouth to stifle the laughter that was about to escape.
"What the f- Do you have a problem? I can come over you, I'll come right now if you want. " He said immediately, while you noticed how confused he sounded. Your daughters were lost in a wave of laughter, pulling away from the microphone to let it out, overwhelmed by the sheer awkwardness between the two of you.
"No no" you immediately refused, "Nothing happened -I just wanted to wish you a goodnight , thatâs all" you said, as if, for a moment, that was the normality.
"Mh" Katsuki said from the other end of the line, "Has that moron left your place?"
You froze, feeling your cheeks burning and muted the phone, "It's bedtime, come on babies, head back to your rooms -I'll come later for a goodnight kiss" you said to your daughters, a smile plastered on your lips.
They nodded while continuing to giggle, as soon as they had left, you immediately turned on your phone's microphone. "He didn't come at all today," you said bluntly, and you could hear Katsuki chuckling on the other end at your words. "What a fool, having you and not seeing you every day -heâs a total dumbass, thatâs for sure."
You rolled your eyes at his words -at all the ego and self-assurance they oozed, "You had me once too and then you lost me, so you're a dumbass too."
He chuckled, "And who told you I've lost you forever?"
You were speechless, but was it really possible that, after eight years of divorce, he was trying to flirt with you at the first opportunity?
"Where are the brats?" he asked and you knew damn well he was asking because he was about to come over to your place, the dilemma was that you didnât know if you were going to tell him to go fuck himself or let your attractive ex-husband come over your house again.
You huffed, lost in thought. "They're asleep, if you're coming, hurry up" you said, surrendering to your intrusive thoughts.
"I'm on my way"
So, after years and years of divorce, there you were, you sitting on the kitchen table with your legs spread and him between your legs, his hand gripping your thigh in a firm hold, your lips crashing together in passionate kisses.
He had walked in five minutes ago and you two didinât even spoken, you let his lips meet your lips first -and they spoke more than your words did.
You two broke the kiss to catch your breath. Soft light illuminated the room, Katsuki was close to your face, breathing heavily, his lips glistening and looking so tempting. "I'm taking you to the bedroomâ he whispered in your ear, grabbing the backs of your thighs and guiding your legs to wrap around his hips.
He carried you effortlessly to the bed -in the room you used to share, and laid you down, your thighs were spread on the white mattress as he positioned himself between them, his hands resting on the bed near your face, while his lips immediately rushed to your neck, planting wet kisses that sent shivers down your spine.
"I imagine how bored you've been all these years," he whispered, tempting you with those kisses, "So alone in such a big bed."
You rested your hand in his blonde hair -which, though you wouldn't admitted it, you had missed, seeing it constantly on your daughters' heads. "A bed for you and your husband -not that bastard who doesn't make you happy" he continued to whisper as he leaned close to your ear, planting a kiss there too.
"And how do you know it doesn't make me happy?" you said, provoking him -even though you knew damn well it was the truth, "Because only I can make you happy, me and our little girls."
A satisfied smile played on your lips, with your hand in his hair, you pulled Katsuki toward you and kissed him passionately, already feeling the bulge in his jeans rubbing against your core.
You knew Katsuki was big -after all, youâd had two daughters together, but before youâd been used to it. Now you hadnât been intimate with anyone in, say... years? It was pathetic and embarrassing, but there was nothing you could do about it, the idea of ââhaving sex with anyone other than Katsuki felt like a mental block.
You could already picture how your hole -tight as it had been at the start of your relationship, would welcome him back and you could feel yourself getting wet only at the thought of it.
You felt his hand moving downwards, sliding toward your thigh, then the inner thigh, slowly making its way toward your intimate area.
He reached the edge of the shorts you were and with a swift movement he lifted your legs to pull the shorts down your thighs, once he had removed them, he positioned your right leg on his shoulder, giving him a beautiful view of the lace panties covering your pussy.
He placed his left hand on the thigh resting against the mattress and started to toy with your center using two fingers, now his face was practically between your thighs and you could feel his warm breath against the lace fabric.
"You put these panties on for him, didn't you?" he teased, as you felt the light pressure of his fingers against your panties, you shook your head at his question while running your hand back through his blonde hair.
"Mmh, better," he said as he shifted his fingers. Instead of pulling off your panties, he slid them to the left and with his fingers pressed together, he began to notice just how wet you were from that kind of contact alone.
He began to stimulate your clitoris with his thumb, moving in circles, while his fingers started to tease your entrance. "You haven't changed after eight years -you still like it like this, don't you? You like the way I do itâ he said, planting light kisses on your inner thigh.
Then he removed two fingers, leaving only his thumb, using his left hand -which was resting on your thigh, he lifted your other leg onto his free shoulder, practically burying himself between your thighs.
It started with a lick from top to bottom, "Always so sweet for me," he whispered, his voice vibrating slightly against you, his warm breath hitting exactly your hot, wet center, you moaned at the sensation, gripping Katsukiâs hair and arching your back slightly.
"Come on baby, I haven't even started yet" he said before grabbing your thighs with his iron grip and beginning to taste you with his sinful tongue.
His tongue explored you, licking your pussy from bottom to top, you felt his parted lips against you. He curled his tongue to touch your most sensitive spot and you felt pleasure filling you more and more with every lick.
Under him you were a complete mess, with every jolt of pleasure you arched your back, feeling his tongue pushing deeper and deeper inside you, moans escaping your parted lips, your fingers gripping his blond hair and your legs twitching instinctively -only for Katsuki to hold them still beneath his hands.
You could hear the sounds his mouth made as he sucked and licked you, he moved his hand from your thigh to your clitoris and began working it in circular motions, just as before, while continuing to bury himself in your pussy.
"Fuck Bakugo, if you don't stop, I'm going to..." He frozen and his hand tightened its grip on your leg. "Call me that one more time and I'll keep going until our daughters wake up."
You knew he was going to do it, so you were listening to him -after all, you had an insatiable craving to have him inside you.
"Apologize" he said, continuing with licks that grew slower and slower, teasing you.
"Wha-?" you asked confused, as you felt your core pulse at the contact of his tongue, "You haven't gone deaf, have you? I said apologize for calling me that" he said, lifting his face to meet your eyes, his lips wet because of you.
He buried his face between your thighs again, pressing and curling his tongue against your most sensitive spot, his thumb still on your clitoris -driving you crazy. "Sorry..." you whispered, your voice barely audible.
"I didn't hear you," he said, urging you to raise your voice, "The girls will hear us..." you whispered -barely able to speak, before biting your cheek to cope with the sensations his tongue was provoking.
"I said I can't hear you" he repeated as he pulled back slightly from your pussy, with a frustrated moan, you gave in. "Please, forgive me." He smirked with satisfaction at your words and planted another slow lick, moving from bottom to top. "Again."
"Forgive me" you moaned as he continued his work with his tongue, you felt yourself on the verge of climax, knowing you wouldn't last much longer, you tried to pull his head away slightly, "Katsuki, I'm about to..." you said, attempting to move him aside before it was too late but instead, he only quickened his movements, delving deeper into you, his thumb moving with increasingly rapid circular motions, his grip firm on your leg to keep himself anchored to you.
And then the wave of pleasure washed over you, you closed your eyes, feeling the peak of pleasure, unaware that your squirt had landed right on Katsuki's handsome face.
But he didn't mind it at all, in fact he lingered over it, savoring your sweetness.
When you opened your eyes -completely relaxed after your orgasm, you saw Katsukiâs wet face right in front of you, but without speaking he lowered your legs, letting you lie flat on the mattress. He was still fully dressed, unlike you -who less than two minutes ago had been spread wide open in front of him.
"Where are you going? Aren't we having sex?" you asked unfiltered before he pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. "Not today, I just wanted to show you that Iâm the only one that can give you the pleasure you crave" he said.
And for a moment, you actually believed he was being gentle, but then he leaned close to your ear.
"Get some rest now, because next time Iâm going to get you pregnant again" he said with a completely straight face. Seeing your cheeks flush slightly, he smiled and rolled his eyes. "Anyway, this is a proper goodnight -not that bullshit over the phone" he said before getting up and leaving your room.
//Hi! I know this isn't my usual content, but I had this idea involving Katsuki.
katsuki would have you in missionary, giving you deep strokes on purpose to make you feel each and every prominent vein on his hard cock. his strokes would soon be sloppy and uncoordinated as he lost himself in your pussy.
âmmnghh, katsuki pull outttuhhhâ you gasped when he gained some reminisce of control and angled his tip up to jab where you needed him the most âneeda p-pee-ughh!â a weak hand reached down to push at his stomach to no avail.
katsuki took this opportunity to torment you, bringing his warm palm down to press on your low stomach. âooohhohoo, baby..â he chuckles, âlemme have itâ.
a toothy grin on his flushed face as he watches your face turn into one of surprise, his free hand holding your waist still as he continues to feed you deep strokes.
a/n: just food for thought (iâm so sorry for this)
previous item on the menu: fucking your bullyâs younger brother, choso, as revenge
ââŽïžËïœĄâ you run out of birth control and izuku doesn't seem to be very bothered!
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you and izuku have relatively unprotected sex often, what makes this time so different?âïœĄËâŽïžâ
6.1k wc
Ù àŁȘâ cw: 18+, established relationship, smut, fem!reader, softdom!izuku + D/s dynamics, kinda bratty!reader, piv, breeding kink, creampie (well yes!), subspace, drop of manhandling, emotionally charged smut, reader feigns reluctance but it's foreplay so i'll say dubcon but not really, mention of various forms of birth control, reader is discussed not being on birth control, you and izuku are equally down bad + have high libidos, silly!, self insert lowkey but no physical descriptions of reader (except izuku is bigger than you) and no use of y/n!!
Ù àŁȘâ author's note: this idea rattled around in my head forever before i finally wrote it. it's not perfect but it was taking up space in my brain so here it is. sorry to spoil it guys, we do not get pregnant in this.
"babe, i'm out."
you stand in front of the sink, frowning down at the empty pill blister pack in your hands. how can you be out?
izuku's voice calls from the other room. "isn't your appointment in a few days?"
"yes," you answer, turning the pack over and scanning the days one more time. every row is empty. you have an appointment to get a new type of birth control early next week, and you were supposed to have your last pill line up, leaving you with no days where you aren't protected.
it cannot be overstated how problematic it would be to have any gaps in your birth control. you and izuku aren't exactly known for your chastity.
"i don'tâ"
"did you miscount?" his head pops around the door. he scans the empty packet in your hands and gives you a sympathetic look.
"i guess... maybe i looked at the wrong date on the calendar... fuck, that's so annoying!" you make a face and flick the empty pack into the trash.
he swallows. when you peer up at him, you find that he's avoiding your eyes, hands clasped in front of him like he's trying to keep them from fidgeting. "i mean..."
"what?"
"it's not the worst thing," he murmurs. he does glance up at you now, narrowing his eyes slightly like he's trying to stop himself from smiling. "i-i mean, it could be worse, right?"
"izuku."
"i'm not... i'm just saying! your appointment could be in a couple weeks, or next month, right?" he takes a step into the bathroom and unclasps his hands, wiggling his fingers unconsciously like he wants to reach for you. instead he drops his arms.
"izuku." your tone is chiding, but it doesn't carry much weight. you raise an eyebrow at him and press your lips into a thin line to stop the smirk that's itching to form.
he takes another step forward. he really needs to wipe that look off his face; it makes him look like a kid in a grocery store about to beg his mom for a treat he knows he shouldn't have. makes him look greedy.
"yes my love?" he's starting to crowd your space a little bit, big wide eyes shining with something like hunger. one of his hands twitches, and he finally gives in and slides it on your hip, squeezing just a little.
your shorts are thin. why are your shorts so thin, are they always this thin? his touch tickles and you shiver.
you can't look at him, can't make eye contact because you know exactly what will happen (it involves a lot less clothes... which is what always happens when he looks at you like this) and you can't risk it â so you say just that.
he huffs a little breath through his nose, almost in amusement, and rubs a circle into the junction between hip and waist with his thumb. it's a nice soothing pressure.
"alright, baby."
there's no commentary â suspiciously no commentary. he plants a kiss on the top of your head, gives your hip another squeeze; when you finally sneak a glance up at him he gives you a sweetheart smile, the one that softens his whole face. he couldn't fake that smile if he tried; it's not withholding, just earnest. "whatever you want, okay?"
you nod and give him a kiss, rubbing at his chest. he smells good, post-work out and pre-shower, all sweaty and musky, and his lips are so soft, you find yourself hanging on to the soft and pliant fabric of his t-shirt. he's so warm too. his other hand finds your waist and he pulls you forward, deepening the kiss with a little sigh into your mouth, and you can't help but lean into him. when your nails scratch against his skin through his shirt (just a little!), he inhales sharp and through his nose, chest rising beneath your fingers. then he groans into your mouth, sliding his hand slightly higher up your torso until it rests right against your abdomen.
god, you feel hot. is it hot in here? it's like heat is radiating off of izuku in waves, warming your cheeks and making your heart beat faster. kissing him feels so good, makes you feel all gooey and needy andâ
shit. nope!
nope nope nope.
releasing his shirt, you flatten your palm and push, breaking the kiss. "you're playing dirty," you mutter with a scowl. he just smiles and kisses you again, no funny business this time.
"you're the one who kissed me first, baby."
"ugh!" you slap his chest and step around him to get to the hallway. "i have to get dressed or i'm gonna be late for work!"
what you miss are his eyes glueing themselves to your hips the second you pass by. he cranes his neck to watch you walk away, leaning against the doorframe to track your form until it slips into the bedroom and out of sight.
shit.
it could be said that izuku is a man with incredible self control. he's been through hell and back, and he stayed true and genuine the entire time; he only had a year to prepare himself for one for all, and he did it; he follows his self-made schedule more rigorously than anyone you've ever seen; one time he explained to you how he organizes his hero notes, and it was so thorough and so detailed, you knew you could never commit to such a system, but izuku does; he's disciplined like that.
it could also be said that izuku is a man with very, very little self control. especially when it comes to you.
he finds himself on edge for the rest of the day.
your little messages don't help. they aren't even anything crazy, which makes it worse.
around lunchtime, you text:
thinkin abt u baby!
he sets his chopsticks down and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, rubbing them like it will somehow release the tension he's felt churning in his gut ever since he saw that empty pill packet in your hands.
he doesn't think he's gonna make it until your appointment. the only thing he's thought about all day is how pretty you always look when he's got a hand pressed to your abdomen, hips flush with yours as the the tip of his cock stays nestled right up to your cervix and keeps you plugged nice and full; how pretty you sound when you beg for it: please, izuku, iânghâi need it...
damn it! he has to cut off this line of thinking before he spirals. adjusting his pants to account for the semi he's sporting (seriously?), he flips his phone over and picks up his chopsticks.
then he sighs. he sets them down again, picks up the phone, and sends a response:
i've been missing you all day
his thumbs hover over the keyboard before he types:
seriously, all day
then he really turns the phone around, switching it to silent for good measure. unfortunately, this measure is useless, since it doesn't stop him from checking it every five minutes. he's never taken so long to eat a meal in his life, but he keeps getting distracted: setting his chopsticks down and sighing, staring morosely at the food in his bento.
he'd feel better if he knew what you were doing, how you were feeling, what your day has been like. he misses you.
you miss him too. you can't remember the last time a day at work felt so long. all morning, time has dragged on and on, but the clock never seems to change all that much. it doesn't help that you're glancing at it every few minutes, and it certainly doesn't help that you decid to wait until lunch to text izuku. hasn't it been 10 for like an hour already? surely more time than that has passed, right?
he's been taking up space in your mind ever since this morning. that heat you felt emanating from him never left, lingering in the pads of your fingers where they touched his chest and traveling through your bloodstream, veins and arteries carrying it to everywhere else; he may as well have transferred it to you. now he swims in your consciousness, floating through your thoughts as though you're dreaming. it's impossible to focus.
impossible to focus on work, that is. it seems since you saw that empty birth control packet in your hands, there's been only one thing on your mind.
izuku always fucks you properly. you're never left needy or wanting. he takes good care of you, and right now, it's all you can think about. you want him to bully that fat cock inside without any barriers between you, wanna feel him with no limits... just you and him, raw. you and him, as close as you can possibly be... he always makes you feel so good, always keeps you so full andâ
ooooookay!
that's enough of that. there's still another hour until lunch time, and if you're getting this distracted already you're never gonna make it.
when it comes to each other, you and izuku are both experts in the art of communicating through what goes unsaid. throughout the day, you send little texts back and forth, and there's nothing overtly sexual in any most of them, but by the time you're catching your train home your panties are drenched and itâs all his fault.
he knew exactly what he was doing when he sent you that post-workout selfie in the late afternoon... the one he conveniently "forgot" to send this morning⊠yeah, right. more like he saved it to use against you later. it was only fair when you retaliated with a picture hastily taken in the bathroom of your work, shirt tugged down enough that your bra peaked generously over your top's neckline... if he's gonna fight dirty, then so are you!
when you get home, right away, he's hovering; taking your coat, offering you a drink (of your choice!). after you change he's guiding you to the couch and pressing you gently on to it. he slips a pair of socks on to your feet and rubs your shins, pausing before glancing up at you. "you were on my mind all day today."
what a deliberately nonchalant tone he's adopted! it seems he's deciding to play it cool, something he's never been very good at. you run a hand through his hair and then rest it on the side of his face â he immediately leans in to your touch, eyes fluttering closed when your nails scratch at his scalp.
he's so easy.
"yeah?"
"yeah! i, uh, i was thinking about what we talked about this morning..."
your lips twitch into a smile. he's so easy you can't resist messing with him a little. "which thing?"
"oh, the... um, the birth control thing... and i was thinking..."
"oh! that reminds meâ" you spring up from your seated position and he starts, falling back until he lands ass first on the floor. he stays there, defeated, as you scurry to your bag and pull out a small box.
he eyes it carefully. "what have you got there?"
"condoms," you explain, pressing the cardboard between your fingers and sliding a foil from the package. it crinkles between your fingers, shiny surface catching the lamplight. "y'know... in case... well, i mean, i figure we'll need them."
now how to respond? does he press the issue now or later? he can tell, with the way your lips tremble â you're bluffing. have to be.
how cute! did you go all the way to the store to buy â what is that, a 3-pack? â it is! a box of three condoms that he's unsure would fit anyway, all to pretend like later you aren't going cum on his very much unwrapped cock. as if three condoms would be enough to last the four days between now and your appointment anyway. they must have been the cheapest option. he loves it when you commit to a bit.
sure, the two of you used condoms plenty of times back when you first started sleeping together. it's just that the first time you had sex without a condom... game changing, and you've never looked back.
"that's very... thoughtful. wow, thank you baby! nice work, thinking ahead like that."
you purse your lips. "...yeah, you're welcome."
you had gone to the store, a 7/11 that was about five minutes away. it had been an afterthought on your walk home from work. you really thought he would protest more when he saw them, or even laughâmaybe you're misreading things? is he being annoying on purpose or just being sweet and now you're the crazy one playing mental games?
except you know how izuku feels about raw sex (with you, specifically). and you know that on the inside he has to be nearing his limit. you saw the look on his face this morning, you know what he's thinking about. it's like he just expects you to roll over, to give up and ask him for it. where's the effort? you'd love to see him beg a little.
you saunter back into the living room and haphazardly toss the condom on to the table, then turn towards the kitchen.
"i'm gonna get started on dinner. if you don't have work to finish you can get rice going."
izuku nods and mutters something that's supposed to sound like acknowledgment, but sounds more like a grunt instead.
as you walk away, he stares at your ass from his spot on the floor. he can't help himself. all that purported self control, erased the second you enter his field of vision.
he loves you, more than life itself; loves your mind and your sense of humor, loves the way you talk to yourself when you think no one's looking and the sound of your voice. when you direct that pretty voice in his direction it makes him feel like a truly lucky man, not everyone is so blessed! with all the things you could say and all the people you could say them to, you choose to spend your time talking to him â and gosh, does he love you for it.
but... honestly? he didn't hear a thing you just said. were you even talking just now? he's pretty sure he saw your lips moving...
it's like he's in a trance; all he can hear is blood rushing in his ears and the sound of his heart trying to claw it's way out of his chest and lay down at your feet. step on it, who cares? he'd die for you. do whatever you want. the way you look right now, he's pretty convinced you're some kind of deity, and he just wants the chance to worship at your altar.
"waitâ" he gets up and stumbles after you, fingers itching to touch. in the kitchen, he finds you washing your hands at the sink, back turned. he wastes no time, sidling up behind you and grabbing your hips, leaning in to press his nose to the back of your neck and taking a deep breath.
"baby." now he's turning you around slowly, laughing when you glare at him.
"i'm a little busy, don't know if you noticedâ"
he reaches behind you and turns off the sink, using his hips to press you against the counter.
that same smoldering heat erupts at the point your hips make contact and your mouth actually falls open at the sensation. every touch with izuku always seems to be laced with electricity, and now it's arcing between your bodies, building and expanding â when they say sparks flying, this is what they're talking about.
between his two large hands, he holds your cheeks with great care. his thumb brushes over your lips, catching on the bottom one and dragging it down until it bounces back into place.
whenever he captures one hundred percent of your attention, he isn't playing fair. he has this incredible ability to turn a mundane moment into an unforgettable one, and he wields it in moments just like this. maybe it's the attention he gives you and it's undivided nature, maybe it's the way he touches you like he never wants you to forget the way it feels, but one moment you're washing your hands and the next you're tunnel visioned and starry eyed, forgetting where you are or what you're doing as he stares at you like you invented the sun. yeah, it makes your heart melt and your brain short circuit, how could it not?
works like a charm, every single time.
"m'sorry, baby," he murmurs. "i didn't get to kiss you hello."
"no"âyou gulpâ"you didn't."
he doesn't make either of you wait for it anymore. his lips press against yours, firm and soft and familiar. when they part open you follow suit, an open invitation which he's happy to take. he groans, so satisfied at the way you taste he has to vocalize it. how could he not, when he's been craving about that flavor all day?
now you're tugging on his hair and panting into his mouth and grinding against his thigh that he doesn't even remember slipping between your legs, he just did it without thinking because it felt like the right thing to do and here you are rubbing all over it and he'll be damned because you're somehow wearing those tiny little shorts again. so thin. why do they even make shorts that thin? when did you have time to change and how come he didn't notice? are you trying to kill him?
he pulls away and one hand tugs at your waistband impatiently. "come on," he complains. "these don't even count as clothes. you're fighting so much dirtier than i am!"
"they're pajamas," you emphasize, like that exonerates you. "and you're the one who sent a gym picture when you weren't even at the gymâ"
"âbecause you sent me that text about ovulatingâ"
"âthat'sânotâthat's unrelated!"
"nuh-uh!"
he abruptly tosses you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeal, and marches back into the living room, dropping you somewhat unceremoniously on the couch before climbing over you. his thigh finds it's way back between your legs.
"izuku!" you gasp. every time he manhandles you like that, it leaves you a little breathless. it's a jarring reminder that he can do whatever he wants with you.
"you... yourâthisâthis little back and forth has been so cute," he says. this psychological foreplay has been fun but if he doesn't get a visual on your pussy in the next five minutes he's worried he might explode. "and, gosh, you're so cute, cutest in the world, but honey"âthe look he gives you is exasperated, like he knows he signed up for this but he's still regretting it a little bitâ"i'm sorry, i can't do it anymore."
both of his hands rest on your hips, fingers curled around the elastic of your shorts. "these can come off or stay on, it doesn't matter to me."
does this mean you win? you technically held out the longest, not that you'd really call it holding out... self control when it comes to izuku is not an area you excel in. something you both have in common.
it doesn't matter. you've both won, now it's time for your reward.
"take them off," you say, voice cracking at the end. it's not something you have to ask for twice.
he yanks the shorts down your legs, shaking his head the whole time. then it's time for your underwear, and he's gentler, but equally as impatient.
need is finally starting to catch up to you, and you feel almost drunk with izuku looming over you like this. he feels too far away. you want him to stretch you out on his cock so badly it feels like you're going to pass out, but he slides two fingers between your folds instead.
"gosh, you're so... already this wet? thinkin' about it all day, huh?" he slips one finger inside and you moan.
"don't... you don't... just, i wanna feel you right now," you urge.
he slips in another finger, curling and pumping them in the way he knows you like. his movements are intentional, calculated and efficient. they're not dragged out, he can't handle that right now. fingering you to make sure you're aroused enough to take him is really a formality in this moment â it's obvious with the way you're dripping down his hand and on to his wrist that you're ready to go.
"what do you wanna feel?" he presses, using his other hand to pull his shirt over his head and fumble with his belt. you don't waste any time, pulling the rest of your own clothes off.
he pulls his fingers out of you and jerks them down his length a few times, spreading the ample pre-cum that leaks from his tip to lubricate himself before lining himself up.
"i wanna feel"âyou shudder when his tip presses past your entranceâ"f-fuckâwanna feel your cock filling me up. just-just your cock, nothing"âhe bottoms out and you yelpâ"nothing else."
he shifts his weight until he's right on top of you, holding himself up with his knees. he lowers his lips to your ear.
"but what about protection?" he purrs.
you don't need it with izuku. there's nothing to protect you against. anything he has to give you is something you'll accept.
you gasp. "i don't... want it!"
"i don't know, sounds pretty risky..." he taunts, torturing you with a slow roll of his hips. it doesn't matter if he was the one to give in first, izuku always makes you beg for it eventually.
clenching around him, you whine "come on...!", locking your legs around his hips. one of your hands finds his shoulders and clings to them.
fine. enough of this. if he gave in so can you.
"izuku," you say thickly. "i want you to cum inside. please, i'm-i'm asking you to."
"but what if something happens?"
"let it," you beg, legs squeezing tighter. you can't take much more of this, need him to move like your life depends on it. "cum inside, and whatever happens, happens, i don't caâno, i want it, alright? c'mon, please."
he grins, wickedly. let's out a little breath and starts to thrust into you. "want me to make you mine, forever?"
he strikes a deep, slow pace, like he wants you to really feel it. like he wants each rut of his hips to steal the breath from your lungs.
so far, it's working.
"oh-oh... my god... i feel you so deep." each time he presses into you, it sends a numbing sensation rolling down your entire body, washing over you in a muted wave. there's something intoxicating about the combination of the momentary ache you feel each time his tip kisses your cervix and the mind numbing pleasure it precipitates. it's like an unspoken reminder that there's nothing between the two of you right now.
his hand slides against your lower abdomen and presses. the gesture makes you gasp, has your eyes fluttering at the added pressure and how it makes you feel that much more full. his green eyes are completely wild; he looks unhinged. every signal he sends radiates his claim.
he presses a little harder, then pulls all the way out for a moment. the feeling of emptiness lingers for long enough that it settles in your chest like anxiety.
"izuku!"
you want to scream at him for teasing you right now, your aching need starting to override your rationality. you whine, and he coos, "you want it?"
"yes!"
still, it just makes it all the sweeter when he slowly sinks back inside. his hand is so big and warm where it rests right against your womb â it heightens your arousal to the point that his sliding in just an inch has your back arching completely, your hips involuntarily trying to shimmy down further on his length. he sinks to the base and holds it for just a second, stretching you all the way and relishing in the extended moan that's tugged from your throat.
his thumb rubs a leisurely path over your skin. "you feel me... here?" and he presses again.
"yes, feel you in my stomach," you pant. he's rutting in to you with a steady, breaking pace, like a man on a mission.
"gonna put a baby here," he whispers, like a secret meant for your ears only. "gonna claim my pretty girl"âyou clench around him and he gaspsâ"s-shit, you like that? like it when i talk about breeding you so everybody knows who you belong to?"
every single word that passes his lips sends you further into what feels like hysteria.
"wan' you to fill me up, please... you know i'm all yours izuku, you know."
you're not even really thinking straight at this point. your cunt feels like molten lava, burning you up from the inside out, and izuku keeps turning up the heat. he relishes in the way you clamp down on his dick, pussy walls constricting so intensely he actually grits his teeth.
you want it so bad. wanting might not be strong enough of a word... you crave it. you yearn for it. you need it.
"look at you." he's certainly looking at you now, with an intensity behind his gaze that hasn't diminished. it only seems to get stronger when he grinds into you nice and slow.
the heaviness of it all makes you keen. you keep mumbling "baby, please" and "you know" over and over, too fucked out to muster up full sentences. izuku acts as your own weighted blanket, draped over you and numbing out all of your senses. he kisses you with an open mouth and swallows the sound of your whimpering. he thinks it's a nice flavor on you.
"gosh, you sound so pretty when you beg," he breathes against your lips. "go on baby, beg some more. what do you want?"
are you going to pass out? no, maybe not... it's just that the edges of your vision have started to blur. the blinding pleasure is almost starting to err on the side of pain, nerves set so alight that your brain can't keep up. still, his dick is so deep that you can't possibly think of anything else with much conviction.
he hits each thrust with precision and purpose, molding your pussy to take him and him alone. if his weight wasn't on you so heavily, you'd be pushed up with every rut of his hips.
"youâi needâyour cum, oh my god"âthis might be it for you, each word cut off by the sound of skin clapping against skinâ"fill me up all the way"âimploringlyâ"f-fuck, baby, make sure it sticks."
you have the thought that you might really be ruined for anyone else, not that it matters. it doesn't feel possible that anyone else could ever make you feel this good... more than just good, izuku makes you feel like the only person that's ever existed, like the most desirable and beautiful thing he's ever seen. each time he grinds his hips against yours, he's reminding you:
i choose you. i want you. i own you. you're mine you're mine you're mine.
"it will," he grunts, "it has to, the way you're sucking me in." lowering his face to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, he sucks a mark into the delicate skin. you have this feeling of being completely anchored, held down and fucked full of love. "whâhahâwhatever it takes."
it's full skin to skin. sweat pools between your bodies and it just adds to the intensity of it all. you feel him deep inside, you feel him on top of you, you feel him everywhere.
this feeling is why they call it making love. in this moment, that's exactly what you're doing: each of pouring all of your trust and devotion and commitment into the other, giving into that primal instinct that seeks out this sacred shared intimacy.
tears prick at your lash line and your next gasp is a little strangled on the way out.
"izuku."
something in your tone has him lifting his head so he can look in your eyes. some of his curls are sticking to his sweaty forehead, and the rest tickle the side of your face as he peers down at you.
the tears don't make him stop, but he does lace one of his hands with yours, squeezing lightly to reassure you. it's just what you need.
"honey, are you still with me?"
honey. baby. sweet girl. his tenderness is always so appreciated, but now it has you reeling with emotion. everything feels so intimate and you feel so vulnerable and fragile and taken and claimed that it sends a few tears spilling over and onto your cheeks. your eyes canât focus on anything, so you close them.
that's izuku for you: fucking you dirty on his cock, all the while holding your hand and calling you honey.
"hey, sweet girl. will you give me a signal?" izuku's voice pulls you back to yourself, back to him. you canât see it but he looks at you in earnest now, taking even more careful notice of your reactions and expressions.
you realize you need to say something or else he might stop and that's the last thing in the world you want right now. with tremendous effort, you open your eyes again and force yourself to make eye contact.
âyes,â you gasp. âiâm here.â
izuku beams. he kisses your nose, then kisses the tears on your cheeks. âthere she is.â
sometimes, like right now, izuku loves you so much it frightens you a little. it's a strange feeling when you've spent years building walls to protect yourself and someone meticulously disassembles them. he didn't break them down, he showed you why you didn't need them anymore. now, here he stands, worn but satisfied in front of your tender and defenseless heart.
with every kiss, he promises to take good care of it. every touch says: i can protect you better than those walls ever could. i see who you are, i know what you need.
to be loved is to be seen, and he makes you believe it. there's no one else who could have you like this. you both know it, both feel the gravity of it. what a privilege, to be needed like this. what a privilege to give yourself.
"i love you," he whispers. it's uttered like a secret, but one you already know.
more tears run over. âi love you so much,â you blubber, gasping when he grips your hand tight in his and moves them up until they rest beside your head. he whispers how much he loves you over and over, calling you his good girl, all while his cock threatens to tear you in two. âf-fuck, izuku, itâs too much, i canât.â
âyou can,â he murmurs, âyou can do it, youâre already doing so well for me.â the fingers that rest on your abdomen squeeze softly. he gets a shiny gleam in his eyes. you know that look, one that threatens an impending flood of emotion.
"right here"âhis pace is starting to turn erratic, thrusts lacking any semblance of consistency, meaning he's closeâ"gonna put a baby right here. our babyâ" he's choked by his own guttural groan when your cunt clamps down on him. both of your chests heave, breaths syncing until they're all shared. "tell me you want it," he begs you. the whiny tone in his voice is like a drug, taking you higher and higher and higher.
"i need it," you cry. "i need it. need your cum, need you to fill me up all the wayâiâpleaseâ"
you could snap at anytime, your body vibrating like a string pulled tight, but you're waiting, holding on so that you can finish together. you want to look right in his eyes as he gives you his seed, wanna see his face the moment he fulfills both of your wishes and unbreakably tie the strings holding you together. the way you're begging for.
"i've got you," he gasps, "take it all, baby, f-fuck"âhis eyes go wideâ"take everything, you can, you can."
his eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and he looks like he might be panicking but it's not panic, just a feeling of pleasure so intense he doesn't even know how to process it. he thrusts hard once, then twice, and you feel the way his cock throbs as he unloads deep inside you, as deep as he can possibly go.
being fucked full of izuku's cum is already one of the best feelings you can possibly imagine, and it doesn't come close to this, with the threat of your actions looming over your heads and sending a thrill through your gut. your orgasm slams into you like a bus as every muscle seizes at once and then slowly start to relax as waves of pleasure roil your blood, your pussy squeezing around him, milking him and sucking in every drop of cum he gives. it's so warm, flooding inside you and making you feel like you're floating.
you tremble and moan, unable to do much else because izuku's body is still flush with yours, his hand still pressing yours back into the cushions behind you. there's no space between your bodies and he's still barely close enough... but the way your eyes are locked on his fulfills the desire for connection that courses through you. it's too much, so much that you want to look away but you can't. your body won't let you, and you can see the same reality reflected in his glistening irises as a few tears slip from the corner of his eyes.
two hearts beating in one rhythm, two lungs sharing the same breaths, two eyes reflecting the same tears.
it's the longest time has ever stretched. in this moment lies infinity, as you swim through the cocktail of dopamine and oxytocin your brain is pumping through your system. you're trembling, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rattling through the marrow of your bones.
izuku doesn't dare pull out, just drops his head to your neck and sucks in air in gasping breaths that feel hot against your skin; soon, you feel the gentle press of his lips there instead. you bring your free hand to the back of his neck, using his hair as an anchor to grab on to, rubbing featherlight circles into the base of his skull.
several minutes pass, just like this, in the quiet and sticky air that fills the intimate bubble you're floating in.
finally, finally, once your heartbeats have returned to a more normal rhythm and you've regained feeling in your extremities, he so gently lifts his head and kisses you nice and slow. his cock has gone soft but he still doesn't pull out, relishing in the closeness too much to break the moment. you smile into the kiss, and he laughs a little, pulls back and rests his forehead against yours.
"that was..."
"what the hell," you murmur, "insane." softly, your thumb traces his cheekbone.
when he rubs your noses together you giggle. "you should run out of birth control more often," he jokes, and you laugh, then you bite your lip and flit your eyes down.
"not to be a mood killer, butâ"
"i already made an appointment," he interrupts gently, giving you a warm smile, "for a morning after pill. that's what you were going to say, right?"
you narrow your eyes in slight suspicion. "yes...?" his smile turns a little guilty but he doesn't look very apologetic. "when did you have time for that?"
"i did it on my way home..." he confesses, and you gasp, then roll your eyes. of course he did. it's equally thoughtful and presumptuous, although izuku prides himself on making highly informed guesses based on his predictions which, admittedly, are right most of the time.
you decide that it's just thoughtful. still, you say, "i knew it! you're such an instigator!"
izuku just laughs. "i can't say that i'm sorry for it."
you can't help but laugh with him. "yeah. me neither." tugging the hair at the nape of his neck, you raise your chin to hint at your desire for a kiss, and just like always, he indulges you. over-indulges you, biting at your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth. your body reacts before your mind has time to catch up and you curl into him. the sensitive walls of your pussy flutter and you feel his cock twitch.
"tomorrow, huh..." you whisper. "we have such a limited window..."
he's growing harder by the second; the feeling makes you shiver.
"yeah," he agrees, "gonna make it count."
Ù àŁȘâ a/n: sorry if you love breeding kink and this sucks, it's not typically within my wheelhouse. ovulation window went crazy idk
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katsuki bakugo loved you being his wife more than anything in the world. with that being said, he tried his absolute hardest to do everything right. he would try to avoid working too much, he would put in extra effort around the house, he would do anything you would ask him to do. his favorite tradition, him coming up being you while you were cooking and singing to you whatever song you had playing. âsuki.â you smiled, feeling your husband come behind you, hugging you and putting his head on your shoulder. this was the usual position while you were cooking. he didnât respond, humming along to the song you had been playing, your favorite as of recently that he had no choice but to learn. âyou need something from me, love?â he shook his head, his hands holding on to your hips while swaying the two of you back and forth. âno. just missed you today. had a rough day, angel.â you frowned, turning to face him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. âiâm sorry, sweetheart. is there anything i can do?â âno, my love. just keep cooking and iâll be right here.â âi want you to feel better, suki.â âi just feel better being here with you, babe.â you smiled, rolling your eyes before turning around to continue to cook. bakugo rubbed your shoulders as you did so, placing an occasional kiss on the side of your shoulder. âi just love being your husband.â
suki would be such a good husband and you canât prove me wrong !!
eijiro kirishima loved you more than anything in his whole life. he knew that the day he said âi doâ to being your husband. you were literally the love of his life. oh god, how could he not praise and spoil you when you look like you do? your hair, your eyes, your smile, your fucking body. fuckkk- he couldnât help but to admire your body. youâd always been insecure for being a âchubbyâ girl until you met your sweet kiri. he loved everything about your body. he loved how each curve flattered your body perfectly. he loved how your belly spilled over when you put on certain pants. he fucking loved how when you wore tight dresses there was an obvious print of your belly. he loved gripping and squeezing any bits of fat youâll let him squeeze whether the two of you were cuddling, doing house chores, cooking, or even fucking. no, scratch that. most definitely while fucking. he was just so overly in love with every single bit of you. in situations like now, where you were sitting on his face, scared to sit all the way with your weight. eiji didnât care, of course. he never did. he would just grip your thighs and force you all the way down. âcâmon, mama. please.â he was begging, gripping at your thighs. âplease come all the way down. i can handle it. you know i can. please.â âdonât wanna crush you, eiji.â you frowned, looking down at your precious husband, your cunt basically on top of his mouth. âi promise you donât. please baby, i need it. i need you. all of you.â âiâm not exactly skinny, itâs gonna hurt you.â âi promise it wonât hurt me mama. just let me love you. every fuckinâ inch of you.â âeiji, youâre so good to me.â kirishima grinned, swiftly pulling you off of his face and laying you down on the bed underneath him. âiâm about to show you how much i love you. every single part of you.â youâd never felt so loved by anyone in the world. youâd never had more intimate, more passionate sex with anyone than kirishima and this just added to the list. heâs so perfect. your sweet kiri.
hi honey!! i saw you write for MHA and was wondering if you could do Kirishima with a thick girlfriend? smut or no smut, your choice!!
Yes I absolutely love kirishima heâs such a cutie!Â
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â°ââ€ËËË   kirishima and his thick girlfriend who he canât get enough of !!
Content : mostly fluff <đ .á
Ejiro Kirishima is absolutely and utterly obsessed with you. He had been for a while now, ever since both of you were in UA together he had the biggest ever puppy crush on you and after you both got older and eventually became pro heroes together it only made sense for him to confess the feeling he had for you. To his surprise you harboured similar feelings for him and soon enough both of you began dating.
He loved everything about you, he loved how funny you were and how sweet you always were not to mention how determined you were and always had been to become a pro hero. He was truly so lucky to be youâre boyfriend. However what he especially loved about you was youâre body, he didnât even mean it in a lustful way, he was just genuinely mesmerised about how gorgeous you were. He loved how thick you were, how your clothes fitted you perfectly, how they made you look like a goddess walking the earth.
Kirishima was a greedy man, he didnât even realise it at first but every time we was around you he would grab you and start squeezing and pinching you in just the right places. When youâre doing simple household activities heâd appear behind you lightly squeezing the fat of your ass whilst he rested his head on your shoulders and gently bit your shoulder with his sharp teeth.
âBaby what are you doing?â Youâd ask stopping whatever you were doing after his touch got a bit too distracting.Â
âAppreciateing my pretty girlfriend,â heâd mumble back his head now nestled in the crook of your neck.
When he got home from an especially rough mission he was sent on and heâd see you sitting on the couch of your shared apartment and immediately lay down in your lap hugging your thighs whilst youâd play with his hair. Youâd ask about his day and his reply would come out slightly muffled from where he had nuzzled himself in between your thighs.Â
Another thing that would commonly happen when the both of you are out on patrol together or fighting anyone heâd get distracted just watching you fight.
âKiri focus, youâre staring againâ youâd giggle dodging an attack from a particularly annoying monster that had been rampaging Tokyo.
Heâd completely zoned out just admiring how you do your thing âhuhâŠoh OH! Thatâs right!â heâd focus back on the fight still looking a bit sheepish.
The red riot really liked his girlfriendÂ
a/n : oooo my first work on here I hope you enjoyed it >_< itâs a bit short but I really want to work on something a bit longer for my baby kiri soon â.á
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toya loved seeing what his pretty little neighbor was up to. you were sure as hell not shy and sure as hell not putting up with his bullshit. that was the first thing he noticed, but maybe thatâs what he liked about you.
he was in his usual spot, leaning against the stairwell and observing. an unlit cigarette sat between his lips, as usual. âtoya, it would really be nice if you didnât block the fuckinâ stairs all the time.â your eyes narrowed at him, struggling with the grocery bags in your hand while you pushed up the stairs. âgood thing iâm not nice, doll.â he winked at you, causing you to roll you eyes.
dabi wasnât ugly of course, but would never ever be boyfriend material.
âyou know, never got that number from you.â he leaned against the wall, hands in his pocket with his cigarette still between his lips. âand you never will.â âgot a really big dick, yâknow. we both know you need it.â your face scrunched in immediate disgust mixed with disbelief. âyeah, how about you tell that cute little brother you got to come give me something worth my time, huh?â
the smirk dropped off of his face faster than you could even say your sentence. âyou stay the fuck away from him. spoiled little brat canât have everything he wants.â you shrugged, fumbling with your keys to unlock your door. âwith arms like that he can get anything he wants from me.â âand with an ass like that, he couldnât handle it.â you rolled your eyes, pushing the door open with your foot. âgoodnight, toya.â âgoodnight, mama.â dabi winked at you, that being the last thing you saw before slamming the door in his face.
this was a little game the two of you liked to play. both of you knew that he was going to be knocking on your door at 10pm, you pulling him in with open arms and desperate for him to fuck you. for some reason dabi couldnât figure out though, you just wouldnât give him your number.
it was almost a daily routine what you two had going on. heâd pretended he didnât see you bring in other people, because at the end of the night, he knew as soon as they left then he would come knocking at your door.
you really did hate him at first, and honestly still sort of do. but oh my god, was his dick big.
later that night, around 10pm, as usual, the knock at your door made you sigh, pausing the television and pretending that you werenât freshly waxed with a teddy on just for him to see. you opened the door, immediately grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him in. âcâmon, donât just stand there.â he kept a solid smirk on his face, kicking the door shut with his foot.
âi knew youâd open it. should punish you a little extra for that bullshit earlier.â âdonât even know what youâre talking about.â you put your arms on his shoulders, pulling his head down for you to place gentle bites and kisses on the side of his neck. âyeah, bullshit. know good and damn well you were talking about my brother.â he picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around him while he kept a firm grip on your ass that he just loved so much.
âyeah, heard the two of you talking about me the other day.â you hummed, the back of your thighs hitting the cold marble counter he sat you down on. âoh yeah? tell me what you heard, doll?â his head dropped down, placing kisses on your collar bone and brushing one of the thin straps off your shoulder with his thumb. âi remember distinctly hearing you say, âher shit fat,â to him.â your head tilted back ever so slightly, his kisses against you already causing a pool in your basically nonexistent panties.
he let out a deep chuckle, smirking against your skin. âthat shit is fat. love watching it bounce with my dick buried in you.â âdonât be greedy, toya. share every once in a while.â his smirk turned into a look of displeasure, picking his head up and glaring down at you. âoh, iâm about to fuck you stupid. maybe after, youâll learn to have some fuckinâ respect for me.â
thatâs almost all it took before the two of you wind up in your bedroom. your knees were growing sore from being rest against the carpet for so long and your throat was raw from him slamming it into your throat repeatedly.
god, you looked so hot.
he stared down at you, growing harder and harder, watching how you could barely fit the whole thing in your mouth, slobbering puddling his lap and dropping down your chin, eyes clouded with tears, tits pulled out of your teddy. âcome up here, let me fuck you.â he pulled you up off your knees, laying you back on the bed. âfuck, you suck it so fucking good doll, youâre so fucking perfect for me.â you hummed in response, feeling his soaking wet dick rubbing against your clothed cunt. âplease daddy, please. need it so bad.â you whined out, hands tugging at his hair. âfuckinâ love when you beg for it.â
he slowly pulled your panties off, drenched as they could be. âdefinitely taking these home.â he held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply and groaning as they did so. âsmell so so fucking good.â you let out a small gasp on embarrassment before wrapping your legs around him. âdaddy, please. i need you so bad.â he smirked, throwing them to the side. âplay with my dick. rub it against your pussy, wanna see how bad you need it.â
he didnât have to ask you twice. you grabbed his dick, pushing the head of it against yourself and grinding against it, moans and gasps slipping out of your mouth. your clit fit perfectly between the two balls of the piercing on his tip. âfuckkk.â he groaned, shaking his head and grabbing both of your hands.
he placed them above your head, pushing himself into you. your foreheads were now touching, your legs wrapped around him with one of his hands holding yours and the other gripping your thigh tightly. you gasped into each others mouths, your back arching off of the bed.
âmmmphhh- fuck! yes!â
you just felt so good around him. your pussy clenching him better than anyone could ever imagine while the silver jewelry on him hit against your g-spot. âtell me it feels so good doll, talk to me.â âmmhm- feels so good! so s-so good.â you moaned out, your hands trying to resist against his.
in a quick second, dabi flipped you over on to your stomach, using both hands to grip on to the fat of your ass as he pounded into you. his cock was hitting you in places youâd never felt with anyone else. âf-fuckkkk, fuck, fuck, fuck!â your moans came out as cries while he fucked into you. the only sounds there were a pounding of the headboard, creaking of the mattress, your skin slapping each other, your pussy sounding absolutely drenched against his cock, and your cries out for more.
â âm gonna fill you with my babies. all my little babies and youâre gonna take it.â âoh my goddd, daddy âm gonna c- oh fuckkk!â âcome on, mama. come for daddy. come for me so i can fill you up.â his thrust into you got harder than ever before, his hands gripping you so tightly you thought you might bruise. with a scream of his name, gripping the pillows, you started squirting around his dick, it splashing back as he thrusted into you.
âfuckkk..â he groaned, pushing into you one final time before filling up his pretty little neighbor.
he slowly pulled out, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your ass. âcâmon, mama. youâre good.â he helped you flip on to your back, rubbing your stomach softly. âmy god, toya.â you breathed out, legs shaking. âwould marry you if you werenât such a dick to me.â
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shoto loved more than anything his pregnant wife.
he loved the way you rubbed your belly when standing at the counter and cooking dinner, or how you rested your hand on your belly while reading your book, or even now when the two of you had friends over and everyone was gushing about how big your belly had gotten. his favorite part was how you absolutely glowed carrying his baby.
âcanât believe youâre about to have a fuckinâ baby, man.â kirishima sat next to todoroki on the couch, tossing his arm on to the back of the couch.
heâd been there since the beginning.
kirishima was your best friend who decided to try to play match maker with the two of you. everyday you thanked every god there could be for that.
a grin came across todorokiâs face, eyes still watching you in admiration. âi know. iâm so ready to have my baby girl.â
todorokiâs grin dropped, eyebrows furrowing when he watched you trying to get up, letting out a little huff of frustration. âwhat did i tell you about that?â he quickly jumped up, rushing to your side to gently pull you out of your chair.
âsho, iâm fine.â ây/n, youâre eight months pregnant.â he narrowed his eyes down at you slightly, his hands going to cup your rounded belly.
âjust let the bastard help. be damned if my wife pulled some shit like that.â of course, bakugo had to chime in with his opinion, but you couldnât help but let a smile slip on your face. âi love you guys.â
âcâmon now. what do you need, my love?â âjust needed to go pee, sho.â you smiled up at him, waddling away to the bathroom. todoroki smiled in admiration, watching you waddle away. âcanât believe thatâs my wife.â
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