You’ve had a huuuge problem from the moment you woke up, it was choso your clingy boyfriend. His strong build rests atop of you as he snores into your neck. His warm breath behind your ear, about twenty minutes ago he mumbled a bunch of nonsense as you tried to get up from bed.
The only thing you caught was ‘stay here with me, five more minutes’ and though choso is a man of his word, it’s past twenty minutes.
“Cho,” you say attempting to lift his sleeping body from on top of you, “choooo” you drag out. “hmm, baby I want to stay here.” he murmurs. “on top of you.” he presses lots of kisses to your neck. “can you move your girls day to another date?”
You huff, “I canceled on them ONCE and now you want it to become a frequent thing—no, choo I’ve gotta get ready” he lifts his head from your neck, sleepy eyes locked onto your pleading ones. “you’re so perfect..” he murmurs.
“Can I atleast help you get ready? please?”
“I have to shower first.”
“Can I shower with you, baby?” he leans down and kisses your lips. You snort, “fine..but only shower that’s it.”
“What kind of a guy do you take me for hm?”
“A perv.”
You two make it into the shower, and fuck, Choso was just not listening today. He held you by the waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he relentlessly pounds into your soaked pussy. “f-fuck baby you feel so good.” You whine, your hot breath on his neck. “Ch-choso you’re such an asshole.”
“I told you we should only sho-“ and before you could finish your train of thought his pace picks up, leaving no mercy for you. “y/n, can I see your face?” The hot water trickles down your back as you sit up making immense eye contact with him. “what?” he smiles.
“There’s my pretty girl, we’re almost done I’ll wash you up after.”
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You tried on many different outfits but you just couldn’t find anything. “Choooo” you drag out, he immediately comes running you can hear him trip on his way. “Yes?” You snort, “I can’t find anything to wear.” You pout.
“And that’s what I’m here for.” He takes a seat on the chair by your vanity. “Cmon baby give me a fashion show.” He grabs some chips that were disregarded on a night stand. “My game could wait.”
The first few outfits already had him foaming at the mouth, “Fuck, baby I don’t want you to leave.” His fists are clenched, trying to restrain himself. You smile to yourself, “no can do.”
The moment you walked out in the fourth outfit, he moved immediately. Standing over you and gripping you by the waist. “Can I suck your pussy? I want to—“ he goes on his knees, unbuttoning the low rise shorts as you yelp. “Cho we just showered.” He shakes his head. “I don’t care, I want to taste you, your sweetness baby.”
You let out a sigh, as he pulls your panties aside. “Wanna sit on my face?” You knew you weren’t gonna be able to leave the house at all today. “fuck you cho,” you murmur as you lower your body onto his tongue.
jeez choso let your girl go out !! anyways what do you guys wanna see? Leave requests!! Luv you - Dea
𝜗◞ ♡ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 ; gazing at 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 & his lifted shirt results in him dry humping you ꒱
every time you catch sight of gojo's happy trail your heart skips a beat. his arms lifting over his head to stretch his limbs out, the t-shirt he's wearing lifting up just enough to display the enticing visage of his lower abs leading down into his pants. white tufts of hair creeping out his pants and trailing upwards enough for you to see and feel a certain way about.
you avert your eyes after staring for far too long, long enough for gojo to pause mid stretch and tilt his head at you. his gaze trailing down his own body, trying to ascertain where you were looking. he doesn't seem like the astute type but you can practically feel the amusement rolling off him, easily picking up on what caught your attention.
"if you wanted me to take my shirt off... you could just ask."
you grumble back at him, annoyed by his ability to notice everything about you, "i don't want you to take your shirt off."
he hums a lilted tune, "hmm, certainly didn't seem that way with how you were eye-fucking me."
"i was not!" you gape at him, "you're imagining things, i fear your ego is growing too large for you to handle."
gojo walks the short distance to where you're sitting on the couch, his form leaning down so he's in your space. lips already hovering over yours as he asks, "so, we're not going to have sex on the couch?"
“i’m not that easy.”
a light laugh leaving him, “i am, you looked at me and now i’m all hard.”
"that's not my probl—"
his lips on yours shut you up, kiss heavy and already needy. he doesn't waste any time slipping his tongue into the mix, the taste of you making him shiver and whine. a sudden pressure around your wrist alerts you to his hold, his hand guiding yours. he places it under his shirt, your palm resting against the same trail of hairs that landed you in this situation.
the thrill that moves through you has you gasping into his mouth, pussy fluttering from how easily he overwhelms your senses. melting into him, letting him kiss you stupid. growing too horny to continue this way, you hold onto him and somehow manage to get him to lay on the couch.
his back resting on the cushions with you straddling him. "i wanna ride you," words spoken soft and tantalising, hand slipping under his shirt again to rest where it once was.
gojo's shirt rides up with your touch, the warm pressure of your soft palm has his cock twitching in his pants. "are you waiting for an invitation?"
"more like a plea," you challenge his glib attitude.
"pleaseee sit on my dick, pretty," his hands slide up your thighs to grip your hips, "i'm aching for it." and as if to prove his point, he ruts his hips up under you. grinding his erection against your clothed cunt.
your nails lightly scratch against his skin, lungs shuddering from the much needed stimulation. you're digging your teeth into your lower lip to stifle down any pathetic sound he might be able to pull from you. failing completely when he tugs you down at the same time that he's rutting up.
"fuuuuck– hold on– hnn– this feels soo—" he doesn't finish his sentence, head tilting back as he keeps dry humping you.
his skin is all flushed and radiating heat, eyes dazed and lost in the muted pleasure he's gaining from this. he's acting like a dog as he keeps relentlessly grinding against you. a small and pitiful whimper leaves him and you're keening into it. hands tugging his shirt up more, palms perched on him as you meet his grinds.
"wait– wait– hng– i'm gonna—" even though he's asking you to wait he doesn't stop his hips, continuing until he's shuddering through his own orgasm.
his pants growing damp as he cums in them, gojo can feel the way his seed clings to his clothes. coating his dick in his own sticky release. if it hadn't felt so fucking good he'd probably be embarrassed but he's in complete bliss right now.
"did you just cum?" you ask him, somehow even more aroused. his relaxed and borderline fucked out expression making you want him more.
he's panting softly, eyes glazed over as he answers, "you shouldn't have looked at me like that."
psychiatrist!geto is better to fantasize about than your selfish boyfriend | 18+
cw: mdni, porn with plot, mentions of masturbation, sly suguru, bro is NOT a good psychiatrist lmfao, shy reader at first, office sex, unprotected sex, cheating oops, 3.1k words, art by chuucho95 on x <3
Doctor Geto Suguru is the same age as you.
Yet the wall behind him is mounted with accolades that rivals veterans in his field.
The rain blurs the lights of the city into watercolor smears against the windows of the doctor's office. Inside, the room is silent, scented with sandalwood and the crisp smell of old books.
Psychiatrist visits inspire thoughts of padded rooms and grippy socks but you're not here due to a sickness of the mind and rather one of the body. One you're certain is going to migrate to your mind if it's not handled now.
See, you can't come. It's been an issue for a while now that's bothered you and you're tired of faking them with your boyfriend. You've decided to come here and see if it's owing to stress.
You lay on the leather chaise, the cool material grounding you as you recounted another week of feeling like a ghost in your own relationship. Another week of your boyfriend’s heavy, selfish touch that left you feeling used rather than wanted.
Dr. Geto sits in his chair, a notebook resting on his thigh, slender fingers curled around his fountain pen as he hums, scribbling down notes with intent nods as you speak.
His long, raven hair gathered loosely at the nape of his neck, trailing over the shoulder of his charcoal suit. He's a man of serpentine beauty—fluid, graceful, and deceptively large, his muscular frame filling the tailored fabric in a way that feels both protective and overwhelming. A few strands frame a face that is unnervingly kind.
“The guilt you feel regarding your own body, it’s a symptom of the neglect you’ve endured,” he says, his voice a low, soothing baritone. “You deserve to reclaim your pleasure.”
While his words aren't inherently lewd or explicit, you still squirm in your seat, unaccustomed to discussing such intimate topics with a man let alone a stranger. However, you're trying to get to the bottom of your rocky relationship with sex and how to resolve the unease you feel so this will have to do.
“How do I do that?”
“You have to touch yourself.”
Rearing back, you swear the corner of his mouth twitches in amusement at your appalled reaction. “I beg your pardon? Doctor, I can't do that. It's inappropriate.”
“Not here, Miss,” he clarifies and your face warms from jumping to conclusions. “Just from how you're reacting, I can deduce that you haven't indulged in self pleasure before. You don't know what you enjoy and have no autonomy over your body. Hence, you need to experiment and try out new things to figure out what pleases you and what does not.”
Nodding slowly, your hands twist the hem of your skirt as you absorb his words. The idea of masturbation feels shameful. You're not particularly religious but after growing up in a household where it was seen as a sin to be lustful, you still harbor such thoughts in your subconscious.
Lifting your shy gaze, you're stripped bare by his amethyst eyes scanning over your face, mentally jotting down every microexpression of discomfort that flickers across it.
Setting his notebook aside, the gentle smile he graces you with has your stomach flipping. It's startling how just that gesture has you relaxing, his presence easy to melt into, loosening your tongue.
“As your doctor, I want what's best for you,” he utters your name in that rich, mellow voice of his akin to a wife calling her husband and you perk up. “Please tell me if I'm overstepping your boundaries. I do not mean to be anything other than strictly professional.”
“Oh, no, no. You're fine. I was just taken aback is all,” you assure him with a shake of your head and an earnest smile.
Relief loosens the tension in his shoulders, his eyes softening. “Good, now shall we begin?”
“Yes, please,” that polite word has his irises swirling but you chalk it up to a trick of the light.
“Alright. Are you okay with following my instructions? There's this genre of audio erotica called guided masturbation which I recommend you look into but for professional purposes, I just want to ease you into it so you're not lost when you try it out, okay?”
Swallowing, you nod, shifting to get comfortable as you're laying on the plush couch. “Okay.”
“I want you to close your eyes and imagine your boyfriend touching you. You're in control, he's listening to you and eager to know what pleases you. Tell him how to touch you.”
Brows twitching, you want to tell him that this seems like an exercise for fitting for sex therapy but he'd already told you in your last session that he creates these activities based on the specific needs of his patients according to his observations and what he deems necessary.
“Where would you like him to start?” he asks in a quiet voice that wavers like you're suspended in a body of water, waves lapping at your bobbing body. “Your lips? Your neck? Your chest?”
Hand rising, you brush your fingers over your lips, eyes fluttering shut as they tingle. “My lips.”
“How do they feel against his ones?”
“Soft like petals.”
“How do you want him to kiss you?”
Tongue peeking out, you tentatively lick the pad of your finger, tasting salt. “With…tongue. I've never done that before. He's always refused.”
And perhaps that is why your brain cannot conjure the image of him kissing you. You've always had a vivid imagination but now his silhouette is distorted like the still surface of water disturbed by pebbles dropped into it.
“Does it feel good?”
“This is hard,” you admit, embarrassed.
“How so?”
“I can't picture him doing this.”
The psychiatrist goes silent for a few moments, the faint sound of traffic and the ticking of the clock on the wall all that fills your ears, amplified by your lack of sight.
“No worries, you can picture someone else. A teenage crush, maybe a celebrity you like. Many people fancy imagining their favourite characters too,” he offers simply.
Lips thinning, the daydream you're in darkens, slowly seeping away and your disappointment creeps in. “I can't. Maybe we should try another time—”
“If it’s too difficult to focus on him, imagine me.”
Scandalised by the suggestion, your eyes fly open, head whipping to the side to look at him, your imagination shattering like stained glass hit by a brick.
“Excuse me? That's hardly appropriate.”
“Am I a worse candidate than your boyfriend?” he questions and your eyes widen at the teasing lilt in his voice.
“Um, no. I just find it odd. Don't you?”
A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. “I can assure you that I've had patients who've tried much worse than just picturing me in their fantasies, Miss.”
Heat licks at your cheeks. “Ah, okay.”
“You have my consent. Ready to continue?” he cocks his head and asks, sleek hair cascading down his shoulder like spilled ink.
Assuming your position again, you sigh, eyes sliding shut. “Yes.”
“Imagine my hands. Where do you want them while we're kissing?”
With your eyes closed, you followed his forbidden directive. Your hands slid over your ribs, trembling.
“Here,” you murmur, squeezing at your plush waist and skating palms up to the curve of your breasts that tighten. “And here.”
“Okay, let's start slow. We want to build up the tension, drag it out. There's no finish line to race to. Just feel.”
Obliging, you run your hands up and down your sides from your hips to your waist, groping and caressing. They're not your delicate fingers but his thick, long ones digging into your flesh over your clothes, grabbing greedy handfuls of you.
“Does that feel good? My hands gripping at you, feeling you up in fistfuls?”
The question trickles into your ears, your pulse melting into hot syrup that pools in your stomach and dips between your legs. An airy, needy sigh passes your lips.
“Great,” you breathe a dreamy sound, thighs rubbing together, skirt bunching up and you can feel the phantom of his deft fingers hooking into the hem to hike it up.
“Very good,” he praises, voice light and sweet like he's proud of you for being an active participant in this exercise. “Now on to your neck. My lips are grazing your skin there, what do you want from me?”
“Bite it,” you blurt instantly, brows knotting as your neck warms with the ghost of his teeth sinking into it, your pulse racing against the enamel as he sucks a flowering hickey into the blank canvas of your skin, hot, needling desire swirls in the pit of your stomach and sizzles against your clit.
The dream morphs into something lucid, him hovering over you, caging you with those bulky limbs, mouth latched onto your neck as your nails drag down the cotton of his shirt that's taut against his meaty pecs, the muscles flexing beneath your palms. The zwip, zwip, zwip of your clawing against the fabric, laddering it with how desperately you're scratching.
His gentle scent of lilies and something woodsy, the tan terrain of his skin, the dips and ridges of his sculpted form, sweat beading his skin, a devouring hunger in his eyes that scares you and arouses you at the same time because it's so visceral and yet he's holding himself back, willing to kneel at your feet and worship you.
You don't see your boyfriend’s indifferent face; you see Geto's broad shoulders and his dark, predatory gaze softened by that clinical smile as he tells you how good you're doing for him, kissing down your neck and unbuttoning your blouse, calling out your name as you moan in response.
“Miss [Name].”
No, that's actually him talking to you right now. A big, warm hand clasps your wrist and tugs, your eyes blinking open, vision blurred and slowly clearing as you look at him.
Tie askew, his hair is not as neat as it was before you shut your eyes and his cheeks are slightly red as he peers at you.
“Sorry for touching you without your permission but you were getting carried away there,” he apologises, glancing down at your chest and away.
Glancing down, you gasp as he lets go of your wrist as you see the lace of your bra on display. You'd been undoing the buttons of your blouse, skirt ridden up so far that one move would have your panties flashing him too.
Mortified, you spring up and he hands you the blanket beside him which you gratefully accept and cover yourself with. “I am so sorry. I didn't realise—”
“It's okay, just tell me that your imagination will work perfectly when you're exploring it yourself somewhere private,” he interjects with a reassuring smile, clearing his throat.
Clapping, he stands. “Well then, this session is over. We made good progress, I think. Get home safe,” he greets you with a nod, exiting to room to give you privacy to gather yourself.
The fantasy was a revelation. It makes the drive back to your apartment bearable; it makes the shower sessions a sanctuary where you’d slip your hand between your thighs and whisper your psychiatrist's name into the steam.
After all, there's no harm in practicing. It's make believe, it's not like you're cheating on your boyfriend. Everything is alright.
It's liberating, really. The realisation that you're not a broken woman. That you're not undesirable. Touching yourself becomes a self love ritual.
The shame that usually curdles in your stomach evaporates, replaced by a searing, liquid heat.
Weeks pass. Your boyfriend is the last thing on your mind. When he fucks you, his movements are still clumsy and selfish, but you simply close your eyes and summon Dr. Geto, hand slipping between your thighs to rub your clit and make yourself come.
You're glowing, revitalized, and Geto watches it all from behind his mahogany desk, taking meticulous notes on your psyche—and your scent.
For months, he had been the architect of your recovery. After your boyfriend had spent years treating your body like an inconvenient vessel for his own release, Geto had taught you that your pleasure was a sovereign right.
During your final session, the air in the room changed—charged, heavy with the scent of his expensive cologne and the sudden, sharp intent in his eyes.
“I’ve been observing your progress,” Geto muses, standing up. He moves with the grace of a panther on the prowl, stopping beside the chaise. “You’re smiling more. You’re distancing yourself from the man who doesn't deserve you. But there is a final stage to this therapy—one that addresses the psychosomatic tension you’re still carrying.”
The man reaches down, his large, warm hand cupping your cheek. The touch is electric. “Sit up.”
You obey, heart hammering against your ribs.
He clears the papers from his heavy mahogany desk with a single, slow sweep of his arm. “Your boyfriend treats sex as a conquest. I treat it as a necessity. Bend over, please.”
Fantasy is about to become reality.
Moments later, you're gripping the edge of the polished mahogany, the grain cool against your palms, as Geto comes up behind you. He takes his time as he lifts your skirt, his fingers tracing the line of your spine with agonizing slowness.
“This is the session I've been waiting for,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his breath hot.
Skirt rolled up to your waist, he bares your ass to him and peels away your soaked panties, picking them up and inhaling your musky sweet scent deeply. It's dizzying, so addictive. He balls up the flimsy cloth and stuffs it into his pocket.
When he eases in, it isn't the clumsy, impatient shove you are used to. It's a slow, deliberate push. He's massive, a solid weight that filled the void your boyfriend had left behind. You let out a shattered cry, your forehead pressing into the desk.
“That's it, you're doing so well,” he growls, his hands catching your hips, his thumbs digging into your hipbones to hold you steady. One hand slides to your belly, pressing down on the bulge there as you whimper. “Feel me here? Feel how perfectly you fit against me."
The drag of his cock inside you is all-consuming. Every time he drives forward, his heavy weight presses you down into the desk, the glossy wood and the heat of his body creating a sensory overload. Each vein and ridge rubs back and forth inside you, tickling all those sweet spots inside you that have your head swimming, drool dribbling from your parted lips and moans spilling from you that you barely recognize.
"Your body isn't a burden," he whispers, his voice thickening as the friction built toward a fever pitch. "It is a temple, and I am its most dedicated servant. Tell me... does your boyfriend ever make you feel this seen?"
"No," you breathe sharply, vision dimming with heat. You're jelly, your senses dissolving into the scent of his cologne and soap.
"Then let him go," he grits, his grip tightening until his knuckles were white. "Forget his name."
Who?
He leans down, biting the sensitive skin where your shoulder meet your neck, his long hair falling like a curtain around you both. As he hits your deepest point, over and over, you feel the last remnants of your old life shatter.
"This is the only medicine you need," he hums, his voice breaking. "And I'll be sure to provide it whenever you want it."
You could feel the power in his thighs, the strength of his chest against your back as he presses his lips into the softness of your neck, cock sinking into you deeper and deeper with each smooth roll of his hips, the desperate drag of his body against yours nearly molding you two together as his cock carves a home for itself in your snug cunt.
“Fuck, do you know how good you feel? Sucking me in so greedily, fitting me like a glove. Your boyfriend barely left a mark,” he seethes, biting down on your shoulder as his lazy, savoring thrusts descend into something feral and harsh, grunts thrumming though your skin as the desk creaks and whines with you.
“Ah, Geto—”
“Suguru, baby. I'm your Suguru,” he mumbles in a drunken slur against the side of your face, lips smushed to your wet cheek, licking up the tears of pure bliss and relief that streak down your face.
“Suguru,” you gasp out and a long, drawn-out groan rumbles out of him, his abdomen bunching against your lower back as his hips smack against your plush ass, the flesh rippling.
“I’ve spent months learning every fracture in your psyche,” he rasps, his pace quickening, the sound of sweat-slick skin slapping skin echoing in the quiet office. “I know exactly where you’re broken. And I know exactly how to fill those spaces.”
He reaches around, his large fingers finding your aching clit, circling with a clinical precision that sends sparks crackling through your vision. You are far gone, your mind turning to white noise as he buries himself to the hilt, over and over.
Cupping your jaw, he turns your face so he can get a good look at you, half-lidded eyes dark and glistening with elation as he takes in your messy hair, smudged eyeliner, tears dotting your lashes and parted lips.
Ducking down, he licks a hot, wet stripe up your chin, slurping the drool there, tongue delving into your mouth and kissing you sloppy like you had fantasized about for months, hip thrusts stuttering from how sweet and buttery you taste.
“You’ve never looked better," he moans into your mouth, his voice thick with a dark, satisfied pride as he feels your pussy clench around him in a violent, weeping orgasm, drinking down your whimpers. “This is the only medicine you need from now on. I'll give it to you every time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you mewl, incapable of saying anymore as you struggle to kiss him, legs quivering and cunt convulsing, drawing his orgasm forward, thick, creamy cum splattering inside your squelching walls.
You lay slump against the mahogany, breathless and gold-spun with afterglow. Suguru doesn't pull away immediately, buried deep within you, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you together.
"Much better," he sighs, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder, his kind smile returning to his face even as his eyes remained dark with a predatory satisfaction. "I think we’ve made excellent progress today."
Smiling deliriously, you're spent and shimmering, a patient finally cured by the most radical of treatments.
note: i doubt i did that blurb justice huhu but i wanted to write suguru
nsfw content mutual!satoru gojo who sends you a molded, replica dildo of his dick.
needless to say, you and satoru have been mutuals on the nsfw side of twitter for a while now. the two of you practically started your accounts around the same time — just two young amateurs trying to make it big.
and eventually it happened. you were able to build a fanbase, though your subscribers were hyper-obsessed with the relationship between you and satoru. the two of you are always flirting back and forth on the for you page, even going as far to comment under each other’s videos for shits and giggles.
‘big dick is back in town.’ satoru would title above the video of him sitting in front of his camera, slouched in the gaming chair with his thighs splayed out exposing his beautifully sculpted dick pressed against his abs. he’s just gotten back from his hiatus as the post skyrockets in views from his rightful return.
you’re lying in bed, finger pads tapping away on your phone as you comment under his video. ‘you mean my town, right?’ you send, and within seconds satoru’s replying to your comment.
@theblueeyedgoat: yeah, but also another town if you know what i mean …
@freakenuinelyy/n: ??? what other town if not mine
@theblueeyedgoat: POUNDTOWNN 😼😼💪🏻
such a joke that could only be achieved by gojo satoru himself, but little did he know that people would begin to ship him with you. resulting in his fans migrating to your page to raid your comments with, ‘collab’, ‘are you and goat dating?’, ‘is there a joint account?’, and millions more. you could honestly say that his audience was yours, and your audience was his.
you’d be lying if you said that you’ve never thought of satoru in such an inappropriate manner, to be honest who wouldn’t? he’s got the ideal body you’ve daydreamed about, the charismatic personality and a gorgeous fucking face to match it. it’s almost annoying really.
but what’s really annoying is the fact that he lives overseas in japan — meaning that if you two ever did want to collaborate you’d be traveling miles away from home just to have sex.
“i could always fly out to you.” satoru suggests over face-time, his camera constantly moving because he can’t stand still as he walks around with his phone. “i mean, logically yeah but it’s not that deep.” you respond with your eyes fixated on the screen before satoru’s rapidly pulling his phone towards his face. “what do you mean it’s not that deep?!” he softly pouts, as if this situation was something serious.
you let out an unbelievable laugh. “i’m saying that it’s not worth you flying over here just for sex.” you specify as his pout deepens even more. “i don’t have to travel there just for sex, what if i just wanted to hang out with you.” he says, blue eyes peering at you through the screen.
there’s a brief pause as you think on it. “then yeah, i guess that’s fine as long as you bring me a souvenir since i’ve never been to japan.” you raise up a hand, holding your pointer finger up with a bright smile.
“a souvenir you say?” satoru repeats slowly, as his childish pout disappears once he hears the words he wants to hear. “a souvenir from japan??!” he grins mischievously, as he watches you nod. “i’ve got a perfect souvenir for you!”
little did you know that two weeks from now you’d be getting a package with a japanese address on it, and there’s only one person it could be sent from — gojo satoru. you open the box carefully, pulling the folds apart before seeing another box, though much smaller with a letter on top of it.
“message me when you’ve received it. it’s a souvenir homemade authentically from japan — love toru ( ^ω^ ).”
you’re reaching for the smaller box, tearing it apart as styrofoam wraps around the edges. you’re pulling the safety cover off to be met with a translucent, pink siliconed dildo. roughly thick in girth, there’s a prominent vein running down the bottom of the shaft and a gorgeous mushroom-shaped tip which looks awfully similar to his.
there’s absolutely no way satoru sent you a replicated mold of his dick. you’re speed-dialing his phone as you hold the shape of his dick in your hand as he answers the phone almost instantly.
“moshi moshiiii.” you could hear his stupid grin through the phone. “satoru what kinda souvenir is this?” you ask stunned and in disbelief as he cracks a laugh. “it’s the souvenir you ask for— personally made by yours truly.” he replies proud of himself.
you’re truly at a loss for words. “i don’t know what possessed you to send this, but you should’ve saved your money.” you said, fully taking in the size of the dildo.
“no, it’s for you.” he replies, “to y’know, prepare yourself for whenever we hang out and… do it.” his voice quiets towards the end of his sentence. “plus! i wanna see you use it, if you don’t mind.” he says softly, hoping that you’d say yes, before he’s frowning at your answer.
firefighter!bakugou katsuki x romance publisher!reader
SYNOPSIS: bakugou katsuki decides to visit you this time on his break from the fire station. OR bakugou uses tupperware as an excuse to see you
WARNINGS: 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), making out, sex while on the phone, nervous bkg, horny reader, bakugou obsessed (very much reciprocated), little bit of jealousy from him
NOTES: this can be read as a standalone but will make more sense if you read this drabble! (though i changed a few details… take this as canon) i am in my moment of giving everything part 2s despite how much i hate those comments lol another self indulgent piece of writing.
“yn you have a visitor coming up!”
you frown, pulling up your calendar on your second monitor. you’re supposed to be free for the rest of the day to catch up on emails and admin. “i have no meetings for the rest of the day?”
you can hear your assistant grinning on the other side of the phone, “oh i know! but thank me later.”
you stare at your phone, your home screen shining back at you. she just hung up on you after disrupting your afternoon?
you’re just about to dial back, ask her what the hell is going on when there’s two knocks on your door before it’s opening.
oh. oh.
“i didn’t know you were the big boss?”
your mouth goes dry, scanning the man from top to bottom. he’s wearing these forest green cargos, this time with silver reflective tape at the bottom, suspenders clipped onto them with a skin tight black t-shirt on top.
it’s katsuki, the firefighter from a few days ago that got your number, kissed and rejected you after you asked to give him head. though it was a good rejection since he said he wanted to give you head first and take you out on a date.
he lets himself into your office, staring at the book shelves you have behind you filled with colourful book spines, special editions and editor versions. pink is the overriding colour here, being in the romance sector and all.
you should be mad he just barged in, didn’t greet you and he’s already taking up space. he makes your furniture look like it belongs in a dollhouse and even though he’s a few metres away from your desk, it feels as if he’s under your nose, analysing your whole career.
yet, you eye his forearms, the veins that run up them, the chunky biceps that look constrained in his tee. the silver dog tag that rests between his pectorals and the black radio he’s got clipped to his pocket.
when his ruby eyes land on you they’re alight with interest though he doesn’t smile. instead, he seems curious standing in the middle of the room.
“i’m not the big boss, i have a manager too. just head editor,” you reply, feeling the urge to look in the mirror to check you look good. no fly ways or a crumb on your face and your blouse is on straight.
“you’ve got an assistant and a big ass office with windows,” he walks over to them, peering at the city below. “i’d say that’s pretty important.”
you bite down on your lip, endeared. then your body fires up. last time you spoke… what he said. i’ll eat your pussy, fuck you good too. oh shit.
“i’ve been in the company for a while, i had to fight for it.”
he nods at you, clearly impressed as you lean back on your leather chair behind your two pink monitors.
“i came to give back the tupperware from the cupcakes. they were damn good.”
you didn’t even realise the paper bag he’s holding. he plops it on the chair in front of your desk. he did say he would return them.
“thanks… you didn’t have to, i would have came by to get it.”
“no it’s fine. didn’t have fuck else to do in my break.”
everything feels heated, charged and suddenly you can’t remember all the points on your to do list. it’s a second too long of silence, staring at this man as he stares over at you. his lips are pouted like he’s about to whistle but then he relaxes when he stares at your lips.
you clear your throat, offer him the chair opposite your desk. he drops into it and you’re immediately overwhelmed at how he swallows it. fills it up completely, slouching slightly so his thick thighs have space to spread. he rests both arms on the rests, opting to look around your office again instead of your face.
your heart booms against your rib cage, you pretend to click something on your monitor to distract the fact your hands are sweaty.
“i can leave if you’re busy. i was gonna just leave them behind the front desk downstairs but the woman insisted i give them to you myself.”
you internally roll your eyes. okay, you can’t keep your own secrets and you told pretty much everyone you saw that you found the blonde firefighter who came over attractive. it’s your own fault.
“no!” then you clear your throat, “no, you can stay. sorry about them.”
bakugou has no clue what he’s doing here. he’s out of his depth. he’s used to his fire station and his men, stomping around with their rough humour and running whenever there’s an alert of danger nearby. he definitely isn’t used to being in a calm, colourful office sitting opposite a gorgeous woman. he can barely keep eye contact and equally can’t stop looking at you.
a few people walk past your windows looking out to the corridor, two ladies talking among themselves with books in their hands.
he can’t tell if you’re nervous but you keep biting down on your lip, looking at your computer screen and then back at him. he needs to say something, anything.
“did you bake those cakes?”
you smile, cheeks round, “yes! i enjoy baking when i have free time.”
he can’t stop himself, “a reader and a baker. i fuckin’ love that.”
your lips part, breath shaky and he sits up in the cream chair.
“i like to cook,” he blurts, “i… i cook for the guys sometimes. we have a kitchen at the station.”
“really? what’s your usual?” you rest your head on your palm, tilting your head. he could ask you to get down on your knees and you’d do it. especially with those suspenders running down his hard chest.
you notice the blush on his cheeks, “usually meals my ma would make back home, since they’re massive and can feed the family. stews, soups, noodles, you know,”
“you should bring me some. i usually just get sandwiches or pastas from down the road,” you flirt, “yours sounds tasty.”
he feels like a dog with the one aim to make his owner happy. “definitely. it’s only a twenty minute walk.”
“okay, i’ll be looking forward to it.”
he meant what he said when he texted you last, “when are you free for me to take you out? if you’re still up for it. it’s okay if not.”
katsuki cringes inwardly and then again when you start clicking around on your computer as if you’ve ignored him.
“sorry, have to check my calendar….,” you remember the text he sent you, that he wants to take you out before he does anything to you. your body feels like it’s on overdrive, overheating, overthinking and just needy. “friday evening?”
bakugou’s got no clue if he’s free then but he nods anyway. “yeah, yes. i’ll set somethin’ up.”
it feels as if he’d taken up too much of your time, so he stands up, dusting off his trousers. but not without asking, “what did y’mean when you said it felt like your last birthday? y’know, the day we came here for the false alarm.”
one of the interns accidentally hit the fire alarm in the staff kitchen, causing panic, sirens and an immediate call to the local fire station. everyone was dashing down the stairs to get outside but when have fire alarms ever been genuine? usually it was a drill or an accident so you took your time, saving your documents on your desktop and grabbing your bag while the alarm blurted in your ear drums.
you were last to make it out and immediately you were starstruck by the line up of firefighters outside your building. all five of them were chunky, muscled and gorgeous. it wasn’t just you that had hearts in your eyes, it was your colleagues too, flirting and talking to them like they were saved from a fire that didn’t even happen. you find your assistant and nudge her, “that one. i want him.”
the blonde looked mad, a frown planted on his face, the beige jacket with yellow hi vis only made him look larger. he’s got his helmet in one hand and he’s staring at his watch. he opted to not talk to the bustling groups of women, just standing by the door of the truck waiting to leave.
you took it upon yourself to walk over to him, a few of your colleagues following behind you.
“this reminds me of my last birthday.”
you say to your friends with a giggle and the purpose for him to hear. he only reacts with a raised brow but otherwise reactionless. until your friend says something to you and you feel his eyes scan you from top to bottom, eying your id badge hanging around your neck. you read his name on his jacket. bakugou.
you give him your signature flirtatious grin. pearly whites with shiny lips. cheeks soft and eyelashes fluttering. the man blushes, cheeks flushed red and you can swear his next breath comes out shaky.
“you… you shouldn’t assume the alarms are drills. could get yourself killed,” he grits his teeth at you but he feels like he’s already lost.
“it was a false alarm, so i didn’t die this time,” you fold your arms across your chest, stepping over to him, “how did you know i assumed that?”
bakugou feels like he’s about to choke and die. you smell good. floral yet sweet. a delicious musk that has him wondering how your ass looks in that short black skirt you’ve got on.
“you’re the only one here with a bag. you also came down twenty minutes after everyone else,” he grunts, “in other words, you would have died.”
you pout, “don’t put yourself down, you would have saved me in time. you need to prepare for people like me…,” you read his name on his jacket again, “bakugou.”
he exhales through his nose, “or you can listen to the alarms like everyone else, yn.”
you roll your eyes, your smile not letting up while this firefighter named bakugou looks like he’s about to explode.
kirishima walks over patting him on the back, “i checked their internals, everything’s fine. i’ll be back to replace the glass cover for their alarm.”
bakugou gives you one look before getting back into the truck and assumes he will never see you again. until you turn up a few days later at the station.
you laugh at katsuki, “now you want to know? it looked like you were about to spank me for coming down late.”
you notice his eyes darken and his hand adjusts his belt buckle, “i meant what i said then.”
you’ve got the same flirtatious smile as before and bakugou needs to grow some fucking balls if he’s going to handle you. take you out on dates and fuck you like he promised.
“okay, mr firefighter,” and bakugou rubs his top lip under his septum just for a semblance of control, “my last birthday, my friends got me firefighters. they were dressed like you but there was no fire.”
part of him thought there was a possibility of a fire on your birthday, the other seventy percent assumed right.
bakugou huffs a strained laugh, rubbing his eyes, you’re back clicking something on the computer then back focused on him.
“you’re into that?”
“i’m into you. the uniform is a plus.”
he knows this, you asked to suck him off last time you were together. but still it doesn’t feel true, a woman like you, successful, beautiful and confident, into him? he can’t look at you without counting to ten in his head to regulate his breathing.
“i’ve got half an hour before i’ve gotta go back.” he grunts, leaning forward on his elbows. “d’you think you can listen to me for that long?”
heat swells in your lower stomach. you feel like jumping up and down to chant yes yes yes.
you narrow your eyes at him, “possibly.”
he points to the corner of your office where the windows to the corridor wouldn’t be able to see. only two people have walked by so far but more could. bakugou can’t have anyone see what he’s about to do to you.
“could you stand there for me? be a good girl?”
bakugou thinks he understands you. what you like, what you want, just from your small interaction at the fire station. how confident you are when he’s nervous over you, compared to how shy you get when he’s in control.
he hears you inhale sharply, looking behind you at the corner of the room and then him. wide shoulders, the dog tag necklace swinging at his neck as he leans. you’re sure you’ve soaked through your underwear at this point, there’s no way you haven’t.
“what will you do to me?”
his grin is slow as he stands. that fucking gold tooth, “come find out.”
you're out of your chair because what you’re not going to do is ignore this man who promised he will pleasure you. you’re not going to fuck in your office… unless, you shouldn’t but if he asks—
you press your back against the wall and he crowds you, both forearms by your head. his breath is hot on your face, craning your neck up to look at him.
“fuck me—,”
“oh my god, baby,” he hushes you, grabbing your jaw. he’s about to go insane, beat down all his morals just to give you want you want, “who’s left you so needy? always askin’ for my cock?”
you frown up at him, eyes defiant and sharp even though he’s squeezing your cheeks between your fingers. you fight back your whine at baby. you love hearing that come out his mouth. “nobody’s left me? i just…”
the annoyance wins over your arousal, about to push him off you but he grabs both your wrists with one hand, “i didn’t fuckin’ mean it like that. you just drive me crazy, so goddamn… sayin’ whatever is on your mind. whenever it’s silent i hear your voice.”
you’re still not a fan of what he said, “saying what?”
“that you want to suck me off. can’t get in the back of a truck without gettin’ hard.”
he entertains you by pressing into your stomach, large and long. you feel like squealing, unbuckling his belt and taking it in your hand.
“that’s what you deserve. after you said no to me then too.”
“i’m not fuckin’ you until after one date. i’ve got morals—,”
you poke his shoulder, “and you’re saying i don’t?”
he groans aloud, “no, baby.”
nothing he says is coming out right, so he decides to start kissing your jaw, pecks that make you stretch your neck and your eyes flutter shut.
“wanna treat you right. learn shit about you before i fuck you,” he whispers, “it’ll be worth it.”
that almost makes your knees buckle, so you’re grateful he’s holding your hips to keep you against the wall.
“i’m never asking you for anything again,” you murmur, hands drifting to rake through his hair. “saying no to me twice.”
you sound flabbergasted, almost laughing at yourself.
“last time i’m ever sayin’ no to you, baby. after friday, you’re gettin’ anythin’ you want from me.”
he’s wrapped around your finger, you both know it.
“anything?” you tug one of his suspenders and katsuki practically growls at you. you’re too perfect, his idea of heaven.
“yes. fuck, let me touch you,” he kisses your lips, slides his tongue into your mouth and moans. it’s a good kiss, you won’t deny that, better than the last one you had in the truck. he bites down on your lip before tucking his face back into yours, sucking your tongue.
a calloused palm lands on your thigh, a finger running along the hem of your skirt, “lemme touch you. have you come on my fingers, baby.”
you want to deny him like he denied you all this time, but you know it would feel good, especially with how he’s staring at you like he can’t imagine anything better.
“i—,”
your work phone vibrates on your desk, it’s your assistant downstairs. “i need to take it.”
as soon as you grab the device, accepting the call, bakugou’s got you back against the wall, his face in your neck, undoing two buttons on your blouse so he can kiss over your chest.
“hey yn! just wanted to ask if you wanted the delivery to go in your office for the meantime. it’s the special editions of that sports romance?”
you need to push him off you, shove this firefighter out and away so you can get back to work.
“yn?”
bakugou looks at you, lips slick with spit, laughing at you slightly. he mouths, “answer her.”
“y-yes sorry. reading something. keep them downstairs, i’ll get them later.”
when bakugou decides to strike, your mouth gapes open when the man gets on his knees, his fingers crawling up your skirt to grab the top of your tights. your eyes widen, you need to push him away.
“are you sure? the delivery men can bring them up, they’re quite heavy?”
he’s about to— fuck. he kisses over your clothes tights, slowly dragging your tights down over your ass. he looks up at you and smirks. you cover his face with your hand to protect your sanity.
“n-no it’s fine, i’ll get them after.”
he only kisses your palm, his hand coming to rub your heat between your legs. he rubs the fabric of your panties and you feel him hum in delight.
“okay, i’ll let them know? how was the firefighter? he was the one you liked when they came over, right? or was it the red headed one—
bakugou drags your hand off his face then, frowning with his lips unimpressed.
“i’ll tell you later. i’m going now.” you blurt.
“wait, is he still up there? i would have noticed him coming down—”
you hang up, throwing your phone on the office chair.
bakugou flips up your skirt, revealing your striped white and navy underwear. he kisses your mound over the fabric.
“you said you wouldn’t give me head—,”
“you liked kirishima?”
you blink at him, your fingers in his hair. he’s handsome all the time, but more so on his knees before you. nose brushing over your centre and you’re sure he’s sniffing you. he knows how wet you are, he can see the damned damp patch.
“who?” and then it clicks, “your firefighter friend? what, no. i’ve never spoken to him.”
you smell good, he wants to yank off your underwear and have you sit on his face so he can drink anything that comes out of you. he’d much prefer this in a bed, so he can take his time, listen to every moan so he can learn your body for all the times after.
bakugou grunts, “why’d your assistant mention him?”
“she mentioned you first. i spoke to you, i let you show me around the station, i have you on your knees for me.” the last part has you smiling.
bakugou can’t take hold of the situation, the control slipping through his hands like quicksand and he’s okay with it at this point.
“so why’d she mention him?” he still pushes.
“my colleague likes him, they went off together, remember? she got mixed up,” you ruffle his hair, “don’t worry, nobody’s taking me away from you.”
once the jealousy simmers in bakugou’s stomach, he pulls down your underwear and spreads your legs apart.
“thank fuck.”
bakugou starts with one straight lick from your dripping hole to your round clit at the top. you taste just as he imagined, his moan seeping out of him without warning. he hears you gasp from above, your fingers grabbing a tuft of hair.
“knew you’d taste good, baby girl,” he licks again, stuffing his tongue down your centre to get as much as he can. you’re twitching all over the place, head flung back in the wall behind you and back arched. it’s going to be easy to make you come, you’re already soaked from the look of him.
this is his third time meeting you and he’s already got you on his tongue. bakugou considers himself lucky, blessed, chosen. you cover your mouth when he flicks his tongue inside you, hands keeping you still at your hips.
his nose is in the hair at your mound when he talks, “next time,” a kiss on your clit, “we’re doing this at mine,” another kiss, “so you can make as much noise as you want.”
he tenses his tongue as he licks at your clit, alternating between that and sucking.
“oh, fuck. fuck, katsuki…,” your first time saying his name, he realises. you don’t usually call him anything.
“say it again,” he grunts, “my name.”
he can barely see your face over your arched back, so as he pulls away slightly, he makes sure to sink two fingers inside of you.
“oh shit, katsuki,” you elongate the last syllable of his name, whimpering as you try to push him back into you. he could have predicted you’d be a pusher, “more, katsuki.”
he listens, gliding his fingers in and out with ease, the wet sloppy sounds loud in your perfect girly office. you look similar to the image you signed off on last week for a particularly nsfw work book that will be printed on the inside cover. a muscled man on his knees for a woman in office attire.
“this is s-so crazy,” you mumble, barely registering the words you’re saying. bakugou listens, curling his fingers as he keeps his lips locked on your clit. “i’ve never done this before. this doesn’t feel r-real.”
bakugou laughs into you, breath hot and vibrating. he arches your body so only your shoulders lean on the wall and he’s able to see your whole body. especially how you sneak your hand up your blouse to grab your breast in your white lace bra. your breast is spilling out of it, he feels his cock pulse once he notices your nipple, your fingers pinching the delicate bud as your eyes roll back into your head. he does not deserve to be witnessing this now, you’re going to ruin his life.
“i’m going to come, katsuki,” you whine. your body feels tight with need, release just a second away. bakugou keeps up his rhythm which only makes him louder. the slurps of his tongue, his fingers thrusting in and out.
“c’mon baby, all for me now.”
he holds your hips as you fall apart, a high pitched whine piercing out your throat as pleasure shoots down your bloodstream. your eyes pinch, facing the ceiling as you can’t help but mumble, “fuck, fuck me, oh my god.”
bakugou feels accomplished. the same as the painful success after doing multiple fire runs in a day. his cock aches in his cargos, heavy and sensitive as more of your liquid trails down his hand and wrist.
once you seem somewhat settled, your eyes opening slowly, bakugou kisses your clit goodbye and shuffles up your underwear. he needs to do it or he’ll explode— his tongue licks over his wrists and he plops his fingers into his mouth.
you watch it with half lidded, sleepy eyes, “you’re so sexy.”
bakugou’s already flushed red in the cheeks but this time he feels the compliment in his cock.
“i really liked that,” you say, barely bothering to adjust yourself, “felt amazing.”
“good. i loved doin’ it.”
bakugou notices tissue on your desk, lightly cleaning you up and pulling up your tights next. he’s so careful with you it makes your pout. adjusting your skirt correctly around your waist, then straightening out your blouse. he kisses your breast, then your nipple because he has to, then buttons you back up.
you still look exhausted, wrapping your arms around bakugou’s neck.
he kisses your lips twice, “i’ve gotta go now. my break was over fifteen minutes ago.”
you scrunch up your face in annoyance, reaching for his cock. your mouth waters. you can’t believe you haven’t seen it yet, you can picture it from just how it feels in your hand. you’re a second away from asking him if he wants help with it, that you want it inside you somewhere but you refuse.
you do squeeze him in your palm though, just to have his forehead fall onto your shoulder. “friday.”
“friday, katsuki.”
you let go of him, pushing him off you lightly.
you think bakugou’s gone for sure as you try your hardest to get back to work on your computer. your eyes keep drifting to your personal phone, to text the firefighter. then back on your screen where you zone out remembering him on his knees and how he felt between your legs.
the firefighter is carrying two boxes as he pushes your office door open again with his back. that’s at least 200 hardback books he’s carrying in those boxes, with pure ease. his biceps are tense, bulging and you wonder if he could pick you up next time you are together.
“your assistant asked me. the ones from the phone call.” he rounds your desk and drops them next to you by bending his knees. he’s still crouched when he looks up at you.
“stop looking at me like that,” you forget the thank you, unable to draw your eyes away from him.
he stands up to his full height, scratching his head with a boyish grin, “like what—,” you give him a deadpan look, “sorry, i can just fuckin’… friday.”
you hum back.
“i think your assistant knows we did shit? ‘cause i was up here for so long.” he spills out, grabbing the door handle.
you sigh loudly, “oh shit.”
you can already imagine the rumours you’re going to have to kill around the office. everybody already knows you’re into him… you’ll just say you had lunch or something?
“see you friday, baby.”
“bye katsuki.”
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“Please, be quiet. You’re giving me a head ache already”
Your hands rested over your ears, your face scrunching into a irritated expression. Your lips curled and your nose tilted upwards slightly as if you smelt something rancid. You continued to walk along side your academic rival, Al haitham and a equally annoying aquantance, Kaveh. The surrounding sounds consisted of a muffled chuckle and humph. You brought your arms down by your hips, they slightly sway when you step along side the two.
“Ooooh, that’s a first. Normally people complain how much he doesn’t speak”
Kaveh chirped. His loud introduction to speak up again made you wince. Al haitham noticed. He turned his attention to his blonde friend and landed his hand on the back of his head, swiping upwards to graze him.
“Maybe stop worrying about my speech and worry about your volume”
Al haitham rolled his eyes slyly, turning his gaze to side eye you as you all walked. Kaveh rubbed the back of his head, an eye shut for his dramatic effect.
“Owwww. Why do you always take their side, they’re always picking on you”
Kaveh whined to his taller friend. Al haitham didn’t respond, he was busy admiring his rival. He watched your arms take turns taking the lead when you walked, swinging back and forth slightly. He also watched as they reached up and crossed against your chest. Your chest became pressed and was made more visible. He hadn’t noticed you communicating with Kaveh now, he was awestruck silently.
“You’re a perv, Kaveh. Believe it or not women don’t want you to just watch them and grab them when you please”
You argued when you noticed him staring at a woman walking by, you can admit just how pretty she was. Her curves were perfect, and her hair flowed nicely, bumping her shoulders and chest when she stride.
Kaveh’s mouth curled into a smirk, your spine tensing. He walked in front of Al haitham to get to you. Al haitham paused and his focus snapped to you both now. Kaveh snaked his arms around your waist, forcing you against his body. You two were flushed together, so close being apart would look unnatural to an outside party.
“Awww, would you rather me grab you whenever I please?”
He was of course teasing you. He knew he was the least interesting man to you, you made that obvious time and time again. That still didn’t stop him from trying to make you flustered from time to time. It never worked. He just liked the slight bit of control he got whenever you pushed you into a vulnerable corner. You always escaped that corner before he was able to back you into it.
Your left top lip curled up in a disgusted expression.
“Ugh-“
Was all you spat before pushing his face away. That usually made him stop but this time was different. He had side eyed Al haitham, tightening his grip.
“What? You don’t like me even just a little bit? Or you don’t wanna admit it in front of your little boyfriend”
That statement from Kaveh earned a smack go his cheek. You glared at him. Your glare soon turned to concern when he didn’t let go. He backed you into the wall, holding your hips. What the fuck was he even doing? You couldn’t get out of the corner, he had pushed you back this time.
Before you could do anything else, a hand landed on the blondes shoulder.
“Is that how you treat you treat a new friend?”
Al haitham finally spoke. His grip tightened before he twisted his wrist. Kaveh let out a whined gasp, immediately letting go. Kaveh’s attempt to flirt with you gave you the biggest ick.
“Ow! I was just messing around! Cut it out! What? are you actually their boyfriend?”
He held his shoulder now, stepping back to create distance. You were a little shaken up but nothing you couldn’t handle. You took the lead in walking to your destination again only after giving Al haitham a thankful look.
“Hah. He wishes. Who wouldn’t want me”
You choked out a joke to lighten the mood. Al haitham quickly followed, bumping his roommates shoulder on purpose.
Kaveh rolled his eyes.
“Sorry you both can’t take a joke”
He lagged behind, embarrassed at his impulsive not funny joke. He didn’t really know what he was thinking. He was too embarrassed to hang out.
“I’ll catch you guys later”
He grumbled, turning to the left for a short cut
“What. You embarrassed now?”
You called out but earned no response. You shrugged, continuing to walk along side the silver haired sage. You noticed him looking around, as if he was looking for someone. Your questions were soon answered when he grabbed your upper arm, dragging you into a alleyway. It was a secluded area, an area between two houses so no one would really come back there.
“‘Haitham-“
You tried to blurt before he had you pinned to the wall, he kissed your neck immediately and just took you in with all his senses. His hands felt up your soft sides. his eyes watching your expression immediately relax. His nose getting a whiff of your artificial fragrance you coated on in the mornings, his favorite fragrance. His ears listening to the way your breathe hitched at his touch. His lips brushing against your fair and glistening skin, his tongue swiping across your collarbone for a moment.
“I.. missed.”
He paused, looking up to your lips before doen again. He always got flustered when expressing his emotions to you
“..you”
he finally huffed out. His eyes trailed down to your body, trying to touch all the spots Kaveh had forcefully grabbed onto. He knew Kaveh wouldn’t actually try anything. He knew Kaveh only did it to fuck with Al haitham. Kaveh knew about him. He remembered last week
“You’re really bad at hiding it, how could I not know?”
Kaveh spoke, standing across from Al haitham in their shared kitchen. He raised the glass in his hand and took in a long, exaggerated sip. Al haitham glared daggers at him. He didn’t think you two were obvious. Sure, you had been fooling around after you finally confessed to him. He was never going to confess, never. He thought you had hated him, for sure. You had been rivals since school. He’s so glad to realize that wasn’t the case. He went to respond to his roommate but was beat to it.
“Well, I wont tell them about your little crush. But you wouldn’t mind if I tried to steal them away first, right? You two are rivals after all. I would love to see the look on your face when I bring them home and into my room right in front of your eyes”
Kaveh challenged, wanting a reaction. Al haitham clenched his fists before releasing, letting out a low chuckle. He stared at the male, his expression emotionless once again
“I’d like to see you try”
He sighed softly, pressing his body up against you. He wanted to hold you. He wanted to never let go. He softly sank his teeth into the side of your neck, hoping to play with your skin and leave bruises. You quickly whined, pulling away.
“ Al haitham- no. You’re gonna leave a mark”
You protested. He looked up to you, puppy dog eyes forming. He was mostly emotionless at all times but you could tell he was getting ready to disagree
“That’s the point. What’s wrong with it?”
His sentence almost came out as a whine, he wasn’t that vulnerable with you yet though. Your heart melted.
“What’s wrong is we aren’t openly official yet and my shirt doesn’t cover that part of my neck. I’d like to keep my job and dignity, thank you”
You sighed out after some resentment. You would love to display every single mark he gave you on your neck. Let everyone know you were the acting grand sage’s. It wasn’t that simple though. He soon sighed in defeat, but it didn’t stop him from kissing your neck. You melted in his hands, becoming puddy whenever he was intimate with you. He smirked against your skin
He moved his hand down your body, breaking the contact of the lip of your pants. He dove his hand in between your underwear and outer garments, humming in satisfaction at your arousal already. You jumped slightly at the unexpected action, smacking his shoulder
“What’re you doing?!”
Your face flushed. He payed no attention to your question, leaning into your ear and sighing deeply on purpose.
“Let me fuck you”
He almost pleaded, earning a shiver from you. You shook your head, almost unable to speak. You were biting your lip to not give him the satisfaction of any noises you might make.
“I know you want me to. You’re already so excited.”
He began to play with your clothed sensitive spot unexpectedly. He watched you writhe in his touch, listening to your whine from his actions. You shook your head and grabbed his wrist
“N-no! We have a meeting, Al haitham! Ya know! The whole reason we are on this side of town!”
You rebuttal to him. As much as you wanted him to bend you over anywhere he felt like it, he couldn’t this time.
“I’ll be quick”
He had stopped his hand movement when you had said no. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“Please?”
He finally begged you. He kissed the corner of your mouth. You rolled your eyes, you weren’t seriously considering this?!
“We have 5 minutes to be at that meeting and still have 3 minutes to walk. You know better. You hate being late”
You seemed to snap him to his senses, only slightly. He sighed and pulled his hand out of your pants. He rested his hand on your shoulder, obviously pouting. He rested his head in the crook of your neck.
“Fine. But you’ll have to come home with me later. And make sure Kaveh sees you go into my room”
He said after long pause. You couldn’t help but giggle at his possessiveness.
“Deal. But why?”
You asked after he had stepped away to have you two walk to the street once more.
“No reason”
You couldn’t see the smirk he had displayed to himself. Looks like he was gonna beat Kaveh to taking you home.
He’s seated at his desk in your shared room, you are laying on the bed. You were taking a nap that was a lot longer than your usual naps. Al’haitham noticed and used the time to work on some important documents. He was too focused on his work to notice you stir. The hot atmosphere and the blanket caused you to whine. You could feel the fever aching your entire body
Though he feels bad about it, he can admit your noises caused a noticeable annoyance. He groaned to himself when your tossing and turning didn’t stop. “Is something wrong?” He reluctantly spewed, eyes not leaving his paper. Only when he heard a pitiful little “help..” did he turn to you, rushing to your side after he noticed your distress. He sat down next to you. His hand went to your forehead. The frown he always wore grew worse and worry filled his face. He couldn’t help but pull you to him and cradle you. “I’m so sorry, darling. Are you okay?” He softened his voice to accommodate for his rough exterior, not just his physical exterior.
“Don’t.. feel good..” you shivered out, taking a lot of your energy to talk. He nodded and picked you up in his arms. He carried you to the couch, silently, and placed you down. He followed up by wrapping you in a blanket, getting a fan to put in front of you, giving you the TV remote. “I’m going to make you some soup” he gave the top of your head a kiss. He quietly went to the kitchen to focus on heating up your favorite type of soup. You scrolled through the different selection before choosing the show you guys have been watching together. He returned to your side after around 8 minutes, he wrapped his arm around you. he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. You leaned away and pressed a hand to his chest. “I don’t.. wanna get you sick” he looked down to you before softly chuckling which made you melt. “Then you’ll just have to take care of me when I get sick” he compromised before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
Tighnari
He could sense your sickness arising before you even felt the symptoms. You were sitting on the bed, playing on your switch when you started to feel extremely uncomfortable. You had ignored it for too long now and decided to lay down. Your head was spinning. Before you could even confirm you were sick, Tighnari was back from the store. He went straight to your guy’s bedroom and came in. You started to sit up. He firmly hand on your chest to keep you down. It was comforting though. “ ‘Nari-“ you were met with his smile and a hushed “shhh. It’s okay. Just relax. I’ve got everything you need. I got you snacks, some gatorade, medicine, and a new buddy” he handed you a cute little green fox plushie which you immediately hugged in your arms
Tighnari strongly suggested having comfort items like stuffed animals or blankets. They help with stress and mental struggles. He usually gets you an item, which is usually a stuffed animal, every time he goes out or can. He already had the remote in his hand, giving it to you. He started to put pillows and blankets all around you, creating some sort of nest. He tucked blankets and pillows under you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his touch, okay maybe he intentionally tickled you just to see you smile. He stayed focused though and acted as though he wasn’t even bothering you. After he was all done, he started opening food and your drink for you. After your medicine, you guys cuddled until you eventually succumbed to slumber, smiling of course.
Cyno
You were a whimpering mess (pause) from the discomfort of your sickness. Even though cyno doesn’t show it to anyone, and hardly shows it to you, he babies the shit out of you. It takes a lot to break down the walls around his heart but he’s really a big ol’ teddy bear, secretly of course. He came back into the room and held up your personalized water bottle he got for you. He glared at you, bottle in one hand and a bag of goodies to help you in the other.
“I didn’t spend 60 bucks to get you your own water bottle, for you to not drink any damn water” he set the bottle down next to you. He took out some food for you to eat so you could take your medicine. While you ate and watched some let’s plays he cleaned up all your gross tissues, silently. He didn’t make a face even when he touched a slimy part. Once you were all cleaned up he got a cold, damn rag to gently pat your face with to cool you down. “Stop being sick.” He tried to be comforting which you indeed felt comforted. He nuzzled into your neck after you had both settled down to take a nap. Once you had fallen asleep, cyno kissed your heated cheek and sighed. “I love you, snotty” he whispered. You smiled in your sleep
Candace
Candace held you close to her. The back of her hand was on your forehead. She shook her head in disappointment “didn’t I tell you to stay inside when it was storming. Now look at you, all pitiful” she teased with a pout pursing her lips. “This won’t do.” Was all she said before lifting you in her arms. She carried you across the hallway of your guy’s apartment and into the bathroom. She sat you on the toilet, you shivering. She couldn’t help but giggle at you. You looked so sad and hopeless. Good thing she was there to help.
She turned on the faucet to the tub, checking the warmth before adjusting the knob. “Is this okay, love?” She asked softly. You leaned over to feel the water. You nodded when it was the right temperature. She very carefully undressed you and kissed all around your body as she did to try and comfort you. She very carefully listed you once more once undressed and lowered you into the warm water. The warm water surrounded your cold body, earning a hum from your lips. She kissed your head before going to walk out. You reached and grabbed her wrist. She turned to you, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. “Stay..”you pleaded. Your sad, sick little face melted her heart. She quickly undressed. She tied her hair back before slipping in right behind you. She smiled brightly, wrapping her arms around your waist, just loving being with you.
Dehya
Dehya was actually on patrol when she got a message from you that you were sick. She got a fellow friend to cover for her. She basically ran home after getting medicine. She kicked down the door due to all the stuff in her hands. You were already on the couch, basically upside down from hanging off the couch. She dropped all the snacks that weren’t even good for you and the medicine. She pulled your hair back and kissed your forehead “awww. You poor thing. I brought you candy! And buttered chicken!” She smiled.
You smiled softly. “Did you get the soup?” You asked. She sighed and shook her head “they were out. But! I got some stuff to make it! Don’t you worry, babe. I’ll make it even better” she said, determined. She helped you get comfortable on the couch and got to cooking. She kept coming back to let you taste everything to make sure it was good. Every single time she gave you a kiss too. Once she was finished you both ate some soup and cuddled up while watching a scary movie. She says it’ll ‘scare the sickness away’. She let you cuddle into her no matter that it was getting sweaty. She loved to see you happy even in your worst times.
Imagine prohero!Y/N sustained an injury, taking up a job in the modeling agency. Not to you or your husband’s knowledge prior, it was a naughty agency and you absolutely fucking killed it.
Ooc bakugo and todoroki? (My brain melts for soft Katsuki and shoto <3)
Long nsfw story. Part two will consist of sub!reader a lot more lol
Katsuki couldn’t believe that IcyHot bastard and his demon of a wife had convinced him that you taking up the model agency job for Victoria secret was a ‘good idea’. He grumbled to himself, pushing open the agency door with one hand. He entered the lobby, walking up to the receptionist in the middle of the semi-filled area.
His frown never left his face, going to open his mouth to speak but a hand was placed in front of him. His mouth hung open as the receptionist typed away on her computer with one hand
“They’re already expecting you, sir. Tell Mrs. toba I said hi”
The receptionist always dreaded bakugo coming everyday. He was always loud and demanding, unlike his other partner who was always quiet and respectful when he entered.
Bakugo couldn’t help but scoff at the name the receptionist blurted.
“Is that the name she’s telling the public now?”
He grumbled, leaving to the direction of the elevator. Y/N legal last name was bakugo with the promise to todoroki he’d get to name the first Child. You decided you wanted to tell the press a combined name since before everything was legalized, you got backlash for only choosing to take bakugo’s name. You were with bakugo before todoroki was even in the picture so of course he had certain rights to you.
He grumbled to himself all the way to the elevator, all the way up, and all the way to your set. He brutally opens the door with his knee and stomps in, his aura making everyone uneasy.
You turned to the door and smiled widely, cheeks dusting a light pink
“‘Suki!! You made it just in time!”
Katsuki hummed as he heard his love and turned to her. He froze and his face flushed from his neck to his ears in red when he saw his wife. You were sitting on your knees on top of a cushioned stool in the cutest hearts slip dress, nothing showing due to cover up the agency provided but still looking heavenly.
“It’s the new Valentine’s Day set! Do you like it?”
You squealed in excitement to see your husband. You noticed how red he was, trying to hold his composure. He never got to appreciate the lingerie you wore because either him or shoto always ripped it off you immediately.
He choked on his spit for a moment, forgetting to respond. He swallowed, hard and nodded
“You look perfect, obviously. You always do”
He tried to hide his flustered expression and the slight discomfort downstairs growing. He hushed a groan to himself, thoughts flooding his mind of previous encounters between you two or when it was you three. His thoughts were interrupted when a man in only boxers entered the set, making himself comfortable behind you. He squinted at the male and watched their next actions
“You ready, miss?? 3…. 2…. 1-“
the camera man start recording. It was an ad with music, made to be sexual for Valentine’s Day coming. You start with your head down, knees to your chest before getting yanked to look at the camera by your hair, mouthing a few words from god knows what song before being made to look upwards, exposing the makeup hickies plastered on your neck
The action alone made katsuki grip his sleeve so tight his knuckles turned white. His hands heated, smoke seeming to be admitting from them. He had to calm himself with a deep inhale through the nose with a following exhale out his mouth. He did love how you looked though. Staring at every perfect curve tucked into the very See-through cloth.
He noticed your frown of disapproval. You sighed and sat up straight. You did the stunt over once more before shaking your head at the end. No one had noticed shoto slipping into the room and walking to stand next to Katsuki. He froze, the same reaction Katsuki first had. His face flushed red, the same bakugo did.
“It’s not. Working. I don’t like it. Jess, what do you think?”
The director came over to you to discuss some changes. Shoto glanced to Katsuki who was burning his gaze into the male fixated behind you. Shoto followed his line of sight. His eyes fixed on the random dudes hands which were gently grazing his lover’s clothing, starting to lift it.
Katsuki cleared his throat, getting the mans attention. He let go of the fabric with a roll of his eyes.
Suddenly you looked to your husbands. First Katsuki. Then shoto. Then Katsuki again. Then shoto again. They both shivered in sync at the smirk spreading across your face.
“Rob. Or whatever your name is. Go away. You ruined it. I have a better idea”
The unnamed male cocked an eyebrow upwards, being lightly shoved to the side by you. People noticed but never commented How your confidence while at work went through. The. Roof. You were THE boss and absolutely loved it. You’d even boss around shoto and Katsuki when they were in the vicinity which they didn’t seem to mind.
“Are you serious. I ruined it?” He snapped to you.
“Yes. Now go or you’re fired”
you waved him away.
“Suki. Can you come here please”
you cheerfully giggled. He couldn’t help but snort at your remark to him as he strutted over to his lover’s side, prideful. He was still in his hero uniform which made his confidence sky rocket and ego even bigger ‘Snarky bitch’ was all he could think.
A low chuckle erupted from ‘rob or whatever’, more a scoff than anything. He rolled his eyes once more, turning to leave but not before he mumbled “slut” at her to himself. Or at least he thought to himself.
Without missing a beat, she extended her arm as bolts of electricity formed a rope around the males next. She tugged him back. He stumbled until facing her, he froze in place.
“Do you repeat that for everyone else to hear this time?”
The studio went. Silent. Katsuki was confused and shoto took a step forward in concern.
His step forward caught your eye as you smiled
“Sho, can you be a dear and come here too, please?” She motioned him over and he was already by her side by the time she put her hand down.
“Now. Do you wanna repeat that for my husbands to hear”
she emphasized the ‘S’ in husbands. The guy’s face went pale.
“No, ma’am” he choked out.
She scoffed, looking down to his bulge. She let him go and wore a disgusted look.
“Gross.” Was all she muttered and turned away. He fled the scene with his tail between his legs.
“You really shouldn’t be using your quirk you know. The doctors said you need to refrain while you recover”
Shoto reminded you
“I’m fine, love”
You turned to your favorite people in the world, basically bouncing in your seat from excitement to see them.
“Okay okay! Mmh. Sho. You move here.. and Suki.. you move- ah! Here. And..”
she trailed off, putting the men in different positions for the video. The final result was shoto holding your hands pinned behind your back and his free hand grasping your neck gently. Katsuki had his hand in your hair, when your face was lifted to look at him, he would grab your chin with his unoccupied hand. The way you looked at them both, eyes full of lust, they were about to burst. With the camera man yelling ‘Cut’ the boys hesitated before releasing you
A squeal off in the distance caught all 3 of your guy’s attention. Jess was ecstatic
“THATS IT!!”
She screeched. She was basically jumping up and down. She was holding a pink robe so you could wrap yourself in it, which you did happily after hopping to your feet.
“I get to keep this right?”
You asked, super exited, that big contagious smile never leaving your face.
Jess nodded and handed you a little pink bag. “And the bondage set as a little surprise” she giggled with you
Tododorki and Katsuki froze again
“B-?” Katsuki started but couldn’t get the rest out
“Bondage?… set?” Shoto finished his sentence with a gulp.
You turned to them and nodded, surpassing a giggle
“mhm!! I can’t wait for you to see! It’s so cute! I have to get dressed now then we can go out! I’ll meet you guys downstairs!”
You waved them off, practically racing to your room. You were just so excited for your date with your handsome husbands! You loved walking around with them and showing off. You slipped into your personal changing room to get dressed in more decent attire.
Your dressing room was also attached to todoroki and bakugo’s dressing room. It was more of a guest room but they help out so much that the agency gave them their own room. The agency made sure not to have them share a room with you for obvious reasons ..
Your let your hair down from its half up, half down style and mumbled a moan of satisfaction from the release, scratching your head you smiled. You cocked an eyebrow up when you heard the door to your lover’s dressing room open and almost slam closed in a hurry. No one is supposed to be using that? Strange?
On the other side of the wall had shoto sitting in the couch, head leaned back at the back of the couch. His face was entirely hot. He could hear a very very faint ringing in his ears
“God dammit” he mumbled to himself.
The blonde was pacing back and forth in the room. He sighed.
“We are so weak. Pathetic excuses for men”
“Hey. It’s not entirely our fault. She did it on purpose and what were we supposed to do? Not look? Not get hard?”
Shoto responded with a calm voice that dared to sound desperate
Katsuki groaned aloud once more
“oh shut up! Don’t say it like that. You sound like a perv!”
He cracked at the half ‘n’ half man sprawled out in the couch
“We can’t go out like this! Especially in our hero costumes! People can very much notice!”
Katsuki panicked. Usually he didn’t care when he had a hickie or even talked about lewd subject but this was just embarrassing.
“We can just wait it out. Say we saw a villain or smth and had to leave for a sec.”
He huffed out, calming his voice.
“We cant wait it out! That’ll take forever! You aren’t exactly helping to calm me down”
shoto argued
“THEN STOP LOOKING AT ME YOU PERV! IF I TURN YOU ON THAT MUCH LOOK AWAY”
bakugo’s face was glowing red, it even crept down his neck.
That’s when it happened. The yelling confirmed your suspicion of the boys being in there and you opened the door. You slid in and closed it behind you. You hadn’t changed out of your outfit but your hair curled and twirled all over your curved chest and face.
“What do you think you guys are doing here?”
You giggled the most sadistic giggle they’d ever heard. You immediately noticed the two of them’s discomfort. You laughed out loud.
Katsuki growled in response “WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY?! THIS IS YOUR FAULT.”
Shoto rolled his eyes at the loud introduction. He looked to you and almost whined when he saw how good you looked. He could feel his hard on twitch in his hero costume.
Katsuki didn’t skip a beat in approaching you and grabbing your waist harshly. He pulled you close, flushed again him. His pants were suffocating him and he was losing control.
“Now you’re gonna pay for this.” His voice immer you calmed and almost seemed to darken.
You pushed him off and smiled brightly
“Mmh. No. I don’t think I will. I have something else in mind.”
You pulled him to the couch. You pushed his chest to sit down on it, next to shoto. He looked up to you, confused.
“This is too priceless. Now. We don’t have enough time for anything. Our reservations are soon. Here’s what you’re going to do”
you stepped back, scanning the two. Your eyes flicked to shoto’s spread out legs and a lightbulb went off.
“Katsuki.” You turned to him. His name leaving your lips sent a chill up the blondes spine. He didn’t respond and you continued.
“Suck shoto off.” You demanded. They both winced at your words. Katsuki stood
“The fuck you think you’re talking to?” He looked over you. He probably weighed twice the amount you did due to his height and built body.
You held your ground with a smirk.
“You heard me. His is the most noticeable since your pants are baggy. We can go to dinner after and then-“
you were interrupted before you could finish your sentence
“NO WAY! WHERE DO YOU GET OFF SAYING SHIT LIKE THAT!” Katsuki spit. He didn’t like expressing his feelings and something about expressing his feelings about todoroki made him melt like butter.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
You pulled out your birth control container with two pills taken out of the 3rd row, Wednesday not being taken yet.
“I haven’t taken my pill yet. I’m in ovulation. You do this and when we get home I’ll have your first kid”
you smiled at him. He wanted to wipe that smile off your face more than anything but also,
,he didn’t skip a fucking beat after you made that request. He turned to todoroki, walked over calmly and kneeled down in front of him.
Todoroki sat up quickly, smacking the hands that were undoing his belt. He didn’t think he could then more red. He’s never done anything with Katsuki before, well they’ve kissed and went on dates but never sexual yet. The two had talked about it but never were able to bring it up to you.
“Wait wait wait! What’s in it for me?!”
Shoto looked to you panicked. Katsuki almost looked offended. Shoto looked down to comfort him and kissed his forehead.
“Not that I don’t want it, love, but you really folded over that? I know we’ve talked about doing stuff but we never came to a conclusion. I mean do you even really like me in this relationship?-“
he was interrupted by Katsuki grabbing his shirt and pulling him down
“Finish that sentence and I’ll end you. Of course I do. You were my gay awakening, you idiot. God you’re so stupid. Just shut up and let me get this over with!”
He rolled his eyes and pushed shoto back to lean against the couch cushion.
You walked over to sit down next to shoto.
“You can have me or Katsuki all to yourself for a day. Or you can choose our next date! Whatever you want”
you reassured shoto as he nodded.
He was freed from the prison people call pants, his dick coming up to slap his clothed chest. It twitched at the cold air once being free.
Todoroki’s was slimmer than bakugo’s but what he lacked in girth made up in length. He was a lot longer than you’d ever seen. Bakugo wasn’t short but man was it big.
Katsuki hesitated, sighing in what seemed like fear. He gripped the base of shoto’s length in his hand, pulling it closer to him. He closed his eyes and parted his lips, taking shoto’s tip into his mouth.
Shoto had to bite back a moan, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He watched the blonde slowly sink down to try and catch all of him in his mouth. He wasn’t going to not take all of it like a weakling but his thoughts of that were interrupted by shoto hitting the back of his throat 2/3 of the way down. He gagged and immediately pulled off, shoto’s dick swinging back and making a pop noise when katsuki’s warmth was ripped away.
Katsuki had a coughing fit, covering his mouth to try not to gag again. His eyes burned into you
“HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE ALL OF THAT?!”
He yelled, his palm opening and crackling slightly in frustration.
You tapped your finger on your thigh, your face scrunching into an annoyed expression.
“Yeah. It’s not as easy as I make it look huh.”
You lean over to shove katsuki’s mouth back onto shoto. His eyes widen and a suppressed protest vibrates shoto’s dick, causing him to muffle a moan.
“Hollow your cheeks, babe! Just like you taught me”

you exclaim sweetly. He couldn’t believe you. He did just that though, clenching his fists as he slightly gagged but breathed through his nose to push through.
Shoto was already falling apart. Katsuki looked up to make eye contact with shoto as he bobbed his head slightly. Shoto wanted to finish just from the sight. He reached over to your hand and gripped it harshly. He was embarrassed that he was already reaching his peak, giving you a warning squeeze.
“Shit.. Kat-“ he whined into the back of his free hand
You smirked to yourself. “Look how pretty you look, ‘suki!!”
Which earned a groan in response. He was unable to argue back.
“Didn’t think you could suck dick so well. I’m a little jealous. If only I had one”
you continued to tease him. He kept growling which made shoto’s twitching heard On vibrate. He was a quiet, sadly, moaning mess. His head threw back
“Y/N. Knock it off. If he keeps growling I’m gonna-“ he tried to whisper to you. Katsuki was unaware of his actions. Your heart fluttered when an idea arose.
“Oh, you hear that. Sho’s close. Let’s help him out, huh?” You teased, and with that you gripped your blonde husband’s head and pushed it all the way down which made shoto bottom out in his mouth.
Due to Katsuki’s growl in surprise vibrating shoto’s cock and him gagging violently, shoto couldn’t help it and painted katsuki’s throat with his warm white ropes. Katsuki pulled off of him and coughed harshly. He spit up most of the seed, it slipping down his chin.
“Y/N! What the fu-“ he started, loudly. You quickly smacked his mouth to stop him from talking, or rather spilling more. You smiled and kissed his forehead.
“Good job. One more thing though!”
You put up one finger to make him wait. You glared down at him, that same sadistic smirk spreading across your face.
“Swallow.”
You took your hand away to watch.
Both the male’s eyes widened. Katsuki was absolutely going to protest. He opened his mouth to do so but you were quicker. You shoved your fingers into his mouth and forced a swallow from him.
Shoto could’ve came again just from that action alone. “Holy shit.” He breathed out, coming down from his high.
You smiled brightly which soon faded when Katsuki bit your hand. You retracted your fingers and let out a very loud whine
“OW! Suki!” You whined and held your hand. He leaned up and kissed you harshly. He was pissed. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, making you take the rest of shoto’s seed from his tongue. You hummed softly at the action and he pulled away.
Shoto held your hand and kissed the red dotted lines across your knuckles, after concealing himself in his pants of course.
Katsuki was still pink in the cheeks. His breathe hitched. His hard on was defiantly noticeable now. No way could you go out to dinner.
“Fuck reservations. We are going home. Now.”
He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch before doing the same to shoto. He held your wrist tight and marched out.
“Kat! Im not dressed.” You protested.
Without looking he grabbed a random persons coat and threw it at you.
Tags: fluff, soft characters, cuddling, establishing relationships, pet names, nsfw talk if you squint really hard.
AN: this is my first time ever doing a post so if there’s any feedback or better ways to format please let me know!
Zhongli
Loves when you cuddle into him
His favorite is when you will lay slightly on top of him, listening to his heartbeat. He will get flustered, his chest rising and falling to keep up with his increasing heart beat. He won’t show how flustered he is but you know him.
“If you keep staring at me like that I might have to kiss you” he will tease just to watch you hurry your face into his chest
He will play with your hair, silently listening to your cute noises you whisper in your sleep. He can’t get enough of you. 
Ninguang
As much as she says she doesn’t have time for cuddles, she will purposefully put off work just to get a quick snuggle in. She loves facing you to cuddle, intentionally pushing your face into her chest just to fluster you. She will always giggle after and it never gets old. She loves seeing your face glow a dusty pink, ears burning.
“You really shouldn’t get so flustered over a simple hug. Makes you seem like a perv, hum” she teases, making your face burn hotter.
Xiao
He can’t get enough of you. He doesn’t care what position you guys are cuddling as long as he is close to you and can burry his face in your neck. Although he may be embarrassed when little spoon or when you make him lay on your chest instead of the other way around, he loves it no matter what. He won’t voice his feelings in the fear or rejection but he can’t thank you enough for loving him. The way your heart beats as he stares as your rested face when asleep. He doesn’t sleep much but loves to watch you relax. The pout on your face when you’re bunched up in a blanket, squished against the pillow drives his heart crazy. You have caught him staring a few times, wonderinf why he isn’t asleep yet
“It’s none of your concern. I just woke up because I heard a noise. Get some sleep, love. Im right here” he’ll pet your head until you drift back into slumber, where he eventually follows
Ganyu
She loves being tangled together like a pair of necklaces which were carelessly placed into a jewelry box. She will have her legs intertwined with yours, head in your chest, sideways while cradling you. Petting her horns gently will put her into s deep slumber. She definitely drools, she won’t stop apologizing when you guys wake. She will even go as far as to try and rip your shirt off your back to go wash it, not phased by your exposed chest afterwards which made your face melt red.
“I’m sorry, doll! I’ll clean it up right away then we can cuddle again! Promise! Oo! I can run by and get tea too! Im sorry again” she desperately tries to change the subject and make up for it in embarrassment
Tartaglia
He would kill just to spoon you for 10 minutes, 5 even. He will only be little spoon once in a blue moon. He has to cradle you, protect you, holding you so close and tight you can’t get away. He loves the way your ass sits perfectly into his hips like a puzzle piece. He says it’s easy access for when he gets too flustered by your Beauty. He will get a few smacks for that remark. Just hearing your soft and hushed snores and whimpers in your sleep melts his heart. He kisses your head like he hadn’t just 2 minutes ago
“I just can’t get enough of you! It’s not my fault everything about you is so tasty, sweetheart! My little sugar” he will tease while biting the outside of your cheek, earning another light smack.
Keqing
No matter how much she says she isn’t an intimate person, she can’t not be near you or touching you while sleeping. Even if she isn’t in the mood for cuddling, she will still hold your hand, facing you in case she wakes up so she can see your precious face. She will always scoot closer throughout the night until she’s wrapped entirely around you like if she lets go you’ll disappear. She will likely disappear in the morning before you wake up to make breakfast, she just feels embarrassed when you two are awake.
“You were snoring and sleep talking all night long, ya know? I didn’t know you dreamed about me so much, honey” she flirted with you to watch your face glow pink.
