melia 🌸

just a girl reading || 19

[bbunsflix]

𐔌  . asking sae itoshi if he'd fight for you (while hes fucking you)  !  ୧

warnings: smut , minors dni , mean!sae , blue lock , piv , hes kinda possessive?

❤︎ . this is for you, @solalol as requested ! im super exshauted it might suck. i hope you like it! comment to be added to my bluelock taglist :p

"sae would you fight someone for me?"

the question slips out in a broken moan right as sae itoshi, your beloved boyfriends slams into you from behind, his thick cock buried balls deep in your dripping cunt.

you're on all fours on his bed, ass up high, face pressed into the sheets while he grips your hips hard enough to bruise. he's been fucking you like that for the last hour. deep, punishing strokes that make your whole body jolt forward with every thrust. sae freezes, his cock twitching angrily inside you. the room is filled with the wet sounds of your cunt clenching around him and both of you breathing hard.

"...what?" he asks, clearly taken aback. he grinds his cock deeper inside you, rolling his hips so you feel every inch stretching you open. "you're really asking me that while i'm fucking you?"

you whimper eyes rolling back as you push back against him, regardless of your legs are already shaking. "i did... so would you? fight someone for me?"

sae lets out a short, humorless laugh. his hand slides up your back and fists your hair, yanking your head back so he can lean over you. "yeah. sure. i'd fight them." his next thrust is harder and meaner, making you cry out.

"but why the fuck are you thinking about other men right now? when my cock is splitting this sloppy pussy open?"

he starts moving again, fucking you with slow, heavy drags of his cock that drag against every sensitive spot inside you. the angle was brutal, letting him hit so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

"mmm...but what if it's someone you know?" you gasp, still pushing your luck even as your brain starts melting. "like...would you fight rin for me?"

sae had shoved into you once more harshly, forcing a moan out of you as you said his brother's name. the second the name leaves your mouth sae goes completely still.

rin? his brother? did you just moan his brother's name? accidentally or not—sae's grip on you tightened, his eyes darkening.

you feel sae's cock throb violently inside you, like the mere action pissed him off so bad it made him harder. his grip on your hair tightens harshly.

"rin?" sae's voice drops even lower, icy and venomous. "you're thinking about my useless fucking brother right now? moaning his name when i'm the one inside you?"

he doesn't wait for an answer. he yanks your hips back and starts fucking you harder, in mean, ruthless strokes that knock the breath out of you. the sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, wet and filthy.

"you dumb little slut," he says, leaning over you so his chest presses against your back. "you've actually lost the plot haven't you?"

the anger in his voice was clear, even clearer with the sudden change of pace. he pressed your head down into the pillow, fucking you harshly. your eyes rolled back, tears threatening to fall as sae began hitting your cervix with every single thrust without remorse.

"answer me," sae demands, voice still scarily calm even as he's railing you senseless. "you think rin could fuck you like this? think he could stretch this greedy pussy the way i do?" he reaches under you and slaps your clit lightly, making you jerk. "huh? speak."

"n-no—sae—fuck!" you moan, drooling onto the sheets as he fucked you.

"that's right..no."

"this pussy belongs to me. only me..and you have the nerve to bring up rin while i'm ruining you?" his hand slides around to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "do you really get that dumb when you're high of cock? hm?"

"hck—sae too deep!" you whined, your mind becoming a complete mush, completely consumed by pleasure. every brutal thrust knocks another moan out of you, your walls fluttering wildly around his thick cock. your brain feels fuzzy, pleasure fogging everything up as he fucks you stupid—literally.

"say it," sae hisses right against your ear. "tell me who owns you. tell me whose name you should be screaming right now?"

"yours—sae it's yours," you babble, voice wrecked. "only yours..let me cum please!!"

"good girl. finally using your brain." he bites down on your shoulder, sucking a dark mark into your skin while he keeps fucking you deep and steady. "i'm gonna fuck that name right out of your head. every time you even think about rin you're gonna remember how i destroyed this pussy for it and dont you dare cum."

he angles his hips on purpose, hitting that sweet spot over and over, making you cry out. you were so wet it's dripping down your thighs, the lewd squelching sounds embarrassing and hot at the same time.

"look at you," sae mocks. "pushing your hips against me like some desperate whore...do better if you wanna cum sweetheart."

you nod frantically, moaning and whimpering. all you can focus on is the way his cock stretches you, the way he owns every inch of you. you arched your back more, forcing more of him inside you.

sae grins, staring down at you. "yeah..good girl. no cumming until I teach you a lesson hm? all nice and proper."

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[duckyriccy]

sae luvs being a tease content | nsfw, afab!reader, bf!sae, sae a whore wow

aw, are you mad at sae again? giving him the silent treatment because he made another mean quip at you?

well now he’s walking around the kitchen with no shirt on. his sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing the mind-numbing v-line that always drove you crazy.

he knew what he was doing. you sat on a stool at the kitchen island, your eyes tracking his movement as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

his slender soft eyes met yours. “what’s wrong? i thought looking at me made you sick to your stomach?”

his hair was perfectly soft. he didn’t have his bangs hairsprayed back. just maroon tufts perfectly tousled with. gosh, and his eyes were boring into you — his pupils were slim and wholly on you.

he knew what he was fucking doing.

“it does,” you respond, looking back down at your phone.

but from your periphery, you can see as he — blatantly and obviously — begun adjusting his dick in his sweats. his hand palmed himself completely as he grabbed his fabric-covered cock briefly.

fuck.

“right,” he hummed, his eyes already off you as he began padding out the kitchen with his bottle of water.

fuck. his back. the contouring of his muscles that scandalously cascaded along his skin. like every dip and curve and line of him was designed to get your mind buzzing. if only you could swallow your pride and jump on him right here right now. your thighs trembled as you felt your cunt slightly start pulsing.

what a fucking tease.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

[incoherentfleur]

I feel like sae wouldn't be the degrading type, but more on the quiet-nonchalant but knows he's in control of everything type. We love a confident man that knows how to manhandle his girl, clock it 🤏🤏

[mintmatcha]

mitsuki's intern and katsuki just... click into place.

and by that i mean you fuck severely 4 time that night. and again the next day.

[mintmatcha]

"Ugh."

Bakugo is halfway off of the couch, ass in the air as he tries to reach for his pants. He had dropped them in the middle of your living room, legs turned inside out and socks jammed inside. He manages to nab them by rolling over your leg, so you sigh again. "Ugh."

"Fuck off."

"Just get up!"

"I'm fucking tired. Someone needed to get dicked down three times-"

A hard shove nearly topples him off of the couch all together. "You liked it."

Katsuki's eyes flicker to your tits, then your eyes, then your tits again and it nearly, nearly, nearly makes you want to climb on him once again. Though, you're afraid if you move, you'll end up staining your couch-

"Don't you work in design? Why does your place look like dogshit?" Katsuki reads your mind. This the third time he's been to your place and it feels more embarrassing each time. His own place is nice, with a feminine touch that makes you feel sour.

"Tell your mom to pay me more."

"Oh, yeah," he rolls his eyes. "Hey, Mitsuki, I'm sick of looking at your interns ugly ass, lumpy couch, when I should be looking at her tits. Can you give her a raise? Also, she does this thing with her tongue that's worth a bonus-"

"Fuck off!"

The toothy smile he gives you is shortlived.

"Listen, we can't tell her. Or anybody. none of my friends can keep a secret." He leans back. "Things are... weird with my ex still."

You sit up, hand flying to cover yourself.

"Did you just cheat on her with me?"

"Fuck no, that's over. It's dead, but the old lady doesn't want it to be dead. She's still friends with her and everything. It's just... Some of my friends feel the same way, I think. It's just weird."

This feels a bit too personal for what you and Katsuki have. Neither of you have ever mentioned your personal lives before, other than your dire love for creampies.

"I'm sorry," you say, because you can think of nothing else. "Wanna see my pussy again? Would that make you feel better?"

"Honesty?" he says. "Yeah."

[cinna-creme]

virgin!katsuki with his shaky hands and gasps as he fucks you for the first time, trying so hard not to show it but his face his scrunched up so cute and his lips are parted letting you hear just how good he feels. who whimpers when he fully bottoms out and has to bury his head in your neck and sit there for a couple minutes so he doesn’t cum right away. he’s still learning what to do with his big dick and gets so blushy when you tell him how much you love it.

n e way i’m gonna go make breakfast !

[laiaera]

sae hates to see you go through your seasonal depression.

sae is very blunt, reserved and sometimes emotionally detached.

so dating someone with these traits can be difficult. but one thing about him is he always shows he cares. even if it’s small.

you sit curled in the bed with your phone in your hand zoning out thinking about god knows what.

you’ve been in such a slump lately, and it’s taking a toll on you. and he can see it. and it absolutely hurts his heart.

he comes home from practice early walking into your shared bedroom seeing your small form curled up, he lets out a soft sigh before sitting down beside you making the bed dip.

his hand moves to squeeze your shoulder. “how’s my sweet girl feeling today?” he asks quietly. you hum in acknowledgment but dont give him a proper response.

he looks over your tired form and feels his heart ache.

“i don’t know what to do. i don’t know how to help,” he says in a quiet quivery voice.

you lift up slowly looking into his teal eyes feeling your eyes water before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug.

“i’m sorry… im like this. you don’t deserve this.” you mumble against him. he shakes his head squeezing you tightly.

“no. no. i know my sweet girl is in there. so don’t say that.” he says against your skin.

making your stomach twist as your tears fall onto him.

the slightest water droplet falls onto your thighs. it’s not yours, but sae’s delicate tear. and he never cries.

“you’re so strong. i see you trying. i know it’s hard but im here with you.” he says pulling back cupping your face.

you’ve never seen sae in this state before. reddened eyes, heavy shoulders, shaky hands.

he’s always been one to hide his emotions well, but to the woman he loves? impossible.

he pecks your cheek with soft kisses, then your neck, and back up to your face to kiss your nose making your eyes flutter letting out a soft giggle.

he smiles continuing to attack your face with kisses,

“there she is. i love hearing you laugh.”

you run your fingers through his soft magenta locks letting him attack you with kisses.

“i love you sae.”

“love you more.”

[bfbkg]

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

funnily enough, sae probably has the happiest life in blue lock. he’s completely unaware of rin’s beef against him, he finds everything funny and laughs internally all the time, he’s a millionaire, he plays for the best team in the world, he’s adored by fans, he’s a member of the ng11, and he really doesn’t gaf.

ignorance is bliss yall

[laiaera]

you’re obsessed with sae’s biceps.

“ugh. what is you and my biceps?”

sae says looking down at you as you both sit comfortably on the couch the soccer game on the tv background noise at this point.

your hands squeezing the soft muscle. pressing soft kisses to his skin making his nose scrunch.

“dunno. they just look nice. you look good.”

you say not even lifting your face to meet eye to eye. your eyes glued to his toned muscular bicep. he lets out a long sigh, though he secretly loves it.

“i’m distraught. my own girlfriend loves my biceps more than me.”

he says looking down at your face emerged into his bicep. but that caught your attention.

your eyes finally flick up to meet his. furrowing your eyebrows. “you’re one to talk. you’re like this with my ass.”

he scoffs before shrugging as you go back to playing with his bicep.

“touché.”

you press your lips to the skin before softly sucking on it.

leaving a mark along the way. he hisses at the sensation the sting oddly felt good.

“…baby. careful.”

he murmurs quietly you nod before licking the reddish purpled mark on his bicep.

your eyes glance down and notice the imprint of his bulge through his sweatpants smirking against his skin.

your free hand moving to palm at his hard on making him jolt his hips.

he leans down towards your neck licking on the skin before softly nipping at your ear.

“you brat. you spoil me too much.”

[duckyriccy]

sae walks in on u showering then fucks u content | smut, afab!reader, p in v, bsf!sae

sae’s had a crush on you for a while at this point. you didn’t know — he didn’t really know how to phrase it if he were to tell you. you guys were just friends . . . he didn’t want to ruin the friendship.

though, sometimes he gets the urge. like when you two are hanging out and you’re in a swaying, tiny skirt. god; he’d think to himself.

the most depraved thing he’s ever thought was how you looked naked. the outline of your body, nothing but your skin and curves. he’d be trying to fall asleep at night, but imagining how it’d feel to touch you would keep him frustratingly awake.

and you’d be right next to him during those moments, sleeping soundly. oblivious to how he was truly feeling about you. staying the night at one another’s was a common thing between you two — it’s not like there was any sexual feelings.

well, until there was.

because one time when you were over at his place, you did what you normally did. it was an early morning, and you were in the shower, washing off soap. you stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel hanging off the hook.

did you not lock the door? no, your stupid self forgot.

you only realized that, though, when sae abruptly walked in.

“gah! sae!” you immediately heated up, your voice a shrill shriek. you panicked, covering your body with your towel sheepishly.

but sae already saw. he saw your naked body.

you loudly scoffed at his audacity when he didn’t move. for many, humiliating seconds. “get. out. sae!”

his mouth twitched. “we need to talk.”

your cheeks burned. this was the most devastating situation you could’ve been in. your chest heaved at an intense rate.

“ah— sae!” you muffle, your cheek smooshed against the bed.

his hand firmly held your head down, his fingers tangled in your hair. you were still naked, still freshly out of the shower. you heard the undoing of his pants, making a strange coiling feeling spark in your gut. your pussy was already slick with your own arousal, making you look like a sopping, wet mess.

“i’ve been wanting to do this,” he murmured, beginning to line the tip of him to your hole. “for a while,” he whispered.

you gasped when you felt him push deep into you. you could feel the pulsing of his cock burn into the walls of your pussy. more heat pooled into your gut. fuck — your best friend was inside of you right now.

“sae—” you moan, your thighs tensing up.

he removed his grip on your head, moving to grab hold of your hips. immediately, he pulled you even more flush against him. his sweaty skin met the slippery skin of your ass with each heavy thrust he made.

“god,” he groaned approvingly. his hands gripped you even tighter. “y’so hot.”

“mmmf. . . fuck,” you sputter, your mind spinning.

the wet sounds of your skin hitting his was all that you could hear in your ringing ears, alongside his quiet groans.

“c’mon,” he whispered. the low, hushed tone of his voice made your pussy squeeze around him erratically. from it, he let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back. “fuck. you like this?”

your hands gripped the sheets for support. your ass was high in the air, probably bruising from the sheer force of his hips hitting you with each time he pushed inside.

“i—i . . .” you trail off, your vision white-spotting as he angled himself differently, hitting a spot that made your body entirely unravel.

fuck.

his cock fervently pushed at your cervix, making both of you let out loud moans. you nuzzle your face more into the sheets, feeling the knot in your lower stomach begin to unravel.

your breathing sped up at the same time his did. your skin feverishly burned up at the same time his did.

and your orgasm crashed onto you the same time his did. your cunt began pulsing and oozing with cum as his cock began shooting cum into you.

“shit,” he sucked in air, his core flexed. his pace slowed slightly as he rode out his orgasm, completely entranced at the feeling of your beating pussy.

“fuck, sae,” you heave, practically gurgling on your own drooling saliva.

he pulled out, his breath shallow and his skin sweaty. his heavy eyes reverently traced the outline of your naked body. he got what he wanted.

he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “i think i have a crush on you.”

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

[neviye]

(18+) sae’s a hidden masochist

i saw this tiktok n KNEEEW i had to write something omg, hes such a pretty boy i wanna ruin him!!! this was also heavily inspired by that “you like my voice” trend cause holy shit, i have a whole folder of em 🤤 (i dont think sae would call you that but the chances are low never zero)

the leather of a collar sat nicely around sae’s neck, biting into his skin as you fastened it tight. it was connected to you by a sleek metal chain which sat in your palm, leaving him completely at your mercy. his skin was scarlet from your makeout minutes earlier — the indents of your teeth and blossoming hickeys visible from his neck to his shoulders, even trailing down along his chest. he was laid back on the bed, staring up at you with a glint of desire glossed over in his eyes yet mumbled, “this is stupid.”

your sex life, which normally consisted of the same thing every single time, needed some colour, something new. so, you had proposed a switch. it took some work convincing him to be the sub for once but you knew he'd let you, he could hardly resist you. it would be fun and seeing him below you now, with that collar alllll pretty round his neck — it was attractive as hell, you knew you definitely had to do this more often.

“stupid?” you were yanking at the chain, forcing him to sit up and watching him twitch at the sudden pressure.

“y-yeah, stupid.” his words came out strained, collar cutting off oxygen as you pulled at it, observing him suffer with satisfaction. you held it firm, ignoring his response and enjoying his low gasps for air.

you were loosening your grip after a few seconds, a smile gracing your face as you neared him, holding his chin and tilting his head up, “you won’t be thinking that when we start.” you tapped your gloved fingers against his lips, “now say ah.”

he did as he was told, letting you ease into his mouth, the latex slippery against his tongue as saliva coated your fingers. it was dripping down his chin as you plunged into his mouth and he was groaning at the feeling, licking and sucking your gloves, wet spot in his boxers spreading as he did.

“goood.” you were pulling your fingers out and smearing his spit over his lips and cheeks, “easy isn’t it?”

he was giving you a both a feisty and alluring look, like he was enjoying it but was too proud to admit it. it was clear he was anyways, with the way he took your fingers and unmistakable boner in his boxers, it was just simply going to take a lot more to break him and you had the perfect plan in doing so.

you were settling into his lap, pulling him closer by the chain, just near enough that your lips were nearly touching, warm breaths fanning over each other. “now, you’re gonna be good for me and i’ll let you cum, alright?”

he seemed to get that easy enough, slowly nodding as his gaze lingered at your lips. his hands were snaking around your waist, lips leaning in to kiss yours before you were pressing the fingers covered with his own saliva to his mouth.

“not so fast.” you were tutting, hearing him groan with frustration, “i’m the one in charge today.” your hips rolled slow over his aching dick, lacey lingerie dampening from your arousal, earning another sound of annoyance out of him.

“so i can’t do anything?” he spoke through gritted teeth as you continued your relentless movements.

“not without my permission.” your breath hitched as your clit caught the fabric, friction delicious as your panties were now equally as soaked as sae’s boxers. “and you’re gonna call me mommy, ‘kay?”

that snapped him out of his trance, hands around you forcing you to a standstill. “what? i’m not calling you that.”

“you won’t?”

your hand was lashing out, swinging, flat palm connecting with his cheek in an instant. the sound of the connection cut, violent, through the room and he froze stunned. “you will call me that.” you gradually resumed grinding, hips picking up speed again, “and i told you, you can’t do anything without my permission, so don’t you dare stop me again.”

eerily silent, eyebrows furrowed with confusion, his face was burning a deep pink, not just from your ruthless slap, but also from self consciousness. he was stroking the tips of his fingers over his stinging flesh, astonishment painting his face.

his dick was twitching, and you could feel it — the painfully obvious outline in his boxers was pressing up against your cunt firmer, straining against the fabric like it was confined.

“aw, you liked that?” you were running your fingers along his tingling cheek, “want me to do it again?”

the tips of his ears were blushed, cheek still red from your hit as he spoke. “yes do… do it again.”

“do it again what? baby? love?” you were striking out the petnames on your fingers. “i don’t understand.”

he was giving in, mumbling softly, “...mommy.”

“see, that wasn’t so difficult was it?” you were rewarding him with another slap, harsher this time, feeling him throb under you once again. he was groaning at the contact, teeth accidentally gashing into the flesh of his lip and drawing blood.

you watched the crimson trail down the corner of his mouth, core hot at the sight. before you could think about it, your tongue was jutting out, lapping over the drip, distinctive metallic tang on your buds as you licked at it.

“you’re sick.” he whispered as you caught his lips in a kiss, his tongue moving with yours, tasting his own blood.

“mm.” you hummed as you sucked on his lower lip, savouring the taste of iron.

your hands were inching down through your frantic kisses, freeing his dick from his underwear and feeling him hiss against your mouth. he was so hard it hurt, cock weighty in your hand and pretty flushed tip leaking beads of pre as you ran a thumb over his slit.

“spit.” you were pulling away and gesturing at your palm. he raised an eyebrow at the word, stubbornly questioning your command. you yanked at his collar, “didn’t you hear me? i said spit.”

he did so with a soft ‘pwah’, watching you trail it down from your hand to his dick, using it as lube. you started with slow punishing strokes, listening to the hitching of his breath as you squeezed at the base.

“spit on it, come on.” you snickered, smile sly as he followed your order. it was so sloppy, his saliva and arousal clung to your gloves, making it extra sticky as his hips attempted to buck up into your palm for more relief.

“oh you’re so cute, look at that.” you sped up and his groans got louder, “who knew you could be so pathetic? fucking up into my hand like a desperate slut.”

“ye-yeah, don’t stop.” his eyes were watching the how your wrist flicked, how you stroked his shaft, how your hand slid down to caress his balls.

“are you sure? you don’t want me to slow down?” your hand was losing speed, pumping him at an unhurried pace.

“n-no,” his fingers were digging into your sides, grip rough as he pleaded. “i want it, shit—, faster.”

who were you to deny him when he was being so good for you? with his usual unfazed attitude and poker face, no one would believe that he was the same person begging you right now with a docile expression — eyebrows drawn together, lips parted and lashes fluttering dazed. you were drunk on the sight, hungry for more.

you were moving quicker, feeling him spasm in your palm, moans breaking as you tightened your hold his chain, cutting off his airflow.

“are you close? gonna cum?”

“y-yes, oh god, don’t stop.” the sentence came out choked from the restriction on his breathing, his eyes watering with tears from the pressure.

you waited till he was on very edge, purposely bringing him there by clutching him firmer, squeezing exactly how you knew he loved it, watching his tears fall and trickle down his face.

and then you were coming to a sudden stop.

his breathing laboured, he was floating back down from the loss of contact — the abrupt halt of the slide of your hand, the loosening of the collar around his neck and regaining his composure.

“why’d, hah— you stop?” a near frown was on his face, “i said—”

“sorry baby,” you faked sympathy, mimicking his pouting expression, “but did you really think you’d get to cum?”

you were slipping your panties to the side, lace already soaked, “it’s not about what you want.” sitting down, you sheathed the entirety of his sensitive dick into your heat, swearing at the stretch.

he let out a loud broken moan that made your pussy flutter, fuzziness in your abdomen as he tried to muffled it by biting into his lower lip.

“no, no, don’t do that.” you clenched around him cruelly, “let me hear you.”

a string of soft groans followed, his cock pulsing against your slick walls as he desperately tried to hold his orgasm back. his legs were shaking, entire body shuddering at the unexpected sensation of your warmth.

“fu-fuck, you’re s-squeezing so tight i—”

“you better not fucking cum.” you hissed, tip of his dick snug at your cervix making you feel oh so full. “not until i say so.”

“i-i won't.” his breath shook, body using every ounce of its strength not to paint you walls white.

who knew he’d enjoy this so much?

[bfbkg]

Virgin bkg who’s so painfully stupid but acts so arrogant. And when it’s getting heated and you’re making out and want to see his dick… he gets all shy and embarrassed because he doesn’t know if it looks normal or as good as the other ones you’ve seen. When you ask what’s wrong he tells you it’s curved and you think it’s like BENT then he lets you see and it’s the prettiest most orgasm inducing upward curve you’ve ever seen on a dick.

bakugou katsuki knows why he is a virgin. it’s pretty simple really despite the fact he is surrounded by beautiful women often. socialites, the new buzzing influencers, actors and pro heroes like.

it’s because he’s obsessed with his job. always has been. since he was a child who was dreaming of becoming a hero, to his teenage years fighting wars to now in his early twenties, working towards becoming number one.

women and mostly importantly, getting his dick wet, has never been number one on his list of priorities. sure he’d go to film premiers for that hero franchise he loves, occasionally a gorgeous woman would talk to him.

but the thing about growing up uninterested in sex and the only women around him being his friends that share the same heroic goals… well bakugou has never been very good at flirting. which again, was mostly okay since he would just walk away when a woman was about to talk to him.

until he met you that is. the first woman to make him dream of more, that made him unable to get through a shower without tugging one out to the thought of you. that during patrols, he’d think about texting you. what are you up to? where are you? when the hell can he kiss you next?

anyone is experienced compared to bakugou. he’s kissed a girl once in his third year of ua. he’s made out with two in his early twenties.

but now at twenty six this is first time having a woman in his apartment, on his bed, on his lap. he feels like a rabid animal. unsure where to put his hands with the desperate need to touch everywhere so he leaves them on the globes of your ass, squeezing every few seconds when all the feelings inside of him gets intense.

he knows he’s flushed red. he knows his dick is hard and you can feel it through your leggings. but you’re so perfect, leading the moment, letting him react however the hell he wants.

bakugou releases a loud moan when you stick your tongue down his throat, breasts pressed against his chest like you want to live in his skin. he’s never felt a woman like this before, he feels as if the word virgin is in capital letters printed onto his forehead.

he hasn’t told you directly he is but he thinks you know.

“you’re so… fuck. this is so fucked up,” he breathes into your mouth and your fingers rake up into the hair on his nape.

your grin makes his heart skip a beat, falter slightly and he swears he gets winded.

you’re out of breath, chest heaving and your pussy is a centimetre away from sitting on his cock.

“why’s it fucked up? you okay?” you brush your nose against his softly, smoothing out his eyebrow with your thumb. “you look hot, do you want to take your top off?”

you’re being so sweet to him and he appreciates it, he does. but as soon as he knows what he’s doing he’s gonna treat you right. properly.

for now, he’s just worried he doesn’t have what it takes.

“oh, err, fuck. sorry, yeah i will,” he mumbles to you, yanking off his white tee from the neckline.

bakugou enjoys how your eyes glow, scanning his half naked body like it’s something you can eat. your hands immediately flatten against his chest. down his toned abdomen. up to his fat squishy pectorals. he’s never had someone touch him like this. he couldn’t be harder.

“you don’t have to apologise, you know. this is new for us both.”

“you’re not the fuckin’ virgin here.” he bites, “i’ve never even had a woman in my room.”

he can tell you like that idea. you inch closer to him on his lap, your hands are back on his shoulders. you brush your lips over his.

“i don’t know how. look at you.”

and you’re back to making out with him. slower this time. tasting all the flavour from his tongue.

you softly bite down on his bottom lip and like a ring of the doorbell, bakugou opens up to let you in. it’s wet peck after wet peck, tilting your head to taste more of him. he’s eager, too eager ducking closer to you, as to not waste any time with your lips off his. you can only think that if he kisses with this much passion, you’re dying to know how he’d fuck.

bakugou tightly grips your ass and without meaning to, he shoves you directly onto his cock.

you mewl like a cat, hips grinding down onto him like you can’t help it. “you feel so good, ‘tsuki.”

you feel good because of him. him.

your tongue sneaks into his mouth, twirls and brushes against his. he learns quickly, you’ll give him that. his tongue dances against yours, licking up everything you offer. you feel his body vibrate, his dick twitch. you begin sucking on his tongue and that’s when he releases a harsh grunt. you’re soaked.

“let me see it.” you palm his cock through his shorts, “let me see.”

bakugou opens his eyes, pulls away from your mouth for a moment.

“i… fuck.” he’s back to mumbling. then stupidly, he looks down at the lump in his fabric.

“you… you don’t have to?” you offer, unsure about his wide eyes, “we can keep kissing?”

“it’s just that… it’s just….,” bakugou looks up to the ceiling.

he’d love for you to touch him, do anything to him but nobodies seen his dick before. sure he’s seen some porn videos and he’s never seen a dick like his in them. he’s googled and nothing said there’s anything particularly wrong about his.

but what if you find it weird, what if it puts you off him completely?

“talk to me, baby,” you push, laying a kiss on his jaw. then making a line down his neck. “wanna make you feel good.”

he’d like that.

“listen. seriously.”

you pull off him at that, sitting up on his lap, your hands at his waist. he is stupidly gorgeous. puffy pink lips because of you. his long straight eyelashes. his beautiful cheekbones and that eyebrow slit.

“i’m listening. tell me anything.” you soften your tone, trying to get the horny out your eyes. your tits are basically spilling out your vest top and you don’t miss bakugou’s pupils darting to from them every few seconds.

“i think…. i…”

you don’t speak.

katsuki takes a deep breath. he almost shouts without meaning to. “nobody has seen my dick before but me. right?”

you nod with a frown, unsure where this is going. “okay. nothing’s wrong with that.”

bakugou winces. he isn’t built for this. he’s always been attractive physically. his body works better than the average. can run at speed, stealthy, built for hero work. his quirk is best of the best and is only getting stronger by the day. but using it for sex? that’s something he’s got no clue about.

“it might not be normal lookin’? like it works fine, i’ve never had any problems with it? but it might be odd for you.”

you’re immediately imagining the worst. it’s not small. you felt it a second ago between your legs. heck, you’ve seen it when he walks around in those stupid grey joggers. oddly coloured, oddly shaped? is it too big?

“what’s wrong?” you tilt your head.

his whole face is flushed. a beautiful pink to the apples of his cheeks. you would kiss them if he wasn’t so serious right now.

he closes his eyes, leans his head back on his headboard. his hands stay on your thighs. you tap his chest.

“c’mon tell me.”

he exhales sharply.

“my dick is fuckin’ curved. to the left. i don’t know why.” he blurts, embarrassment written all over him, “it’s always been like that.”

for him to be this stressed about it, it must be abnormal. is it like a hook? you’ve seen one like that on one of those medical reality shows. would it be able to go inside if you? you so badly want him inside of you.

you shrug. you can’t imagine anything about this man being less than perfect. “it can’t be that bad, baby.”

you rub his chest soothingly but his face doesn’t soothe you one bit.

“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i brought you here and we’re goin’ so well and—,”

“let me see. let me see your dick, c’mon,” you smile softly.

you sink your hand to touch his crotch again.

“you sure? i don’t want you to be put off me like i’m a freak—,”

“katsuki. come on.”

it’s in slow motion. your mouth immediately start salivating, his hands grip the elastic waistband of his shorts. he pulls them down in one go with his underwear.

“oh katsuki. baby…. honey.”

this man has nothing to worry about. bakugou katsuki has on him, a cock that can rival your favourite dildos. it curves to the left, a smooth pleasing curve that you already know will hit your softest spots. you swallow your spit, your hands inching up his thighs. it’s darker at the base, twitching under your attention with two round balls (one a little larger than the other) at the bottom.

he is hefty. heavy. thick like a tree trunk with veins darting up the sides. you imagine the weight of it in your mouth. the deep pinkish purplish head on your tongue. most of all, you imagine it curved inside, pushing a sweet orgasm out of you.

of course, this big idiot didn’t know what he had on him. part of you wants to lie, never let him know how good he has it so he doesn’t go around sharing his goods. but you need to, it’s written all over your face.

“you must be joking, katsuki,” you hum, delighted. you run your finger down his shaft.

his hips jolt, eyes lazing slightly from your attention. he’s so hard it’s getting painful.

“what? what? spit it out.”

“you need to fuck me. doesn’t have to be now but someday. you have to.” you whine, “you don’t get it at all.”

“what? it’s not a problem? this okay with you?” he stutters, unable to keep a steady head as you sink down the bed to rest your chest on his legs. now you’ve got your face right in front of his dick, as if you’re measuring the curve by degrees.

you want to lick him.

“you’ve got a pornstar dick. a dick they base dildos off of,” you breathe. the look in your eye is wild, untamed. “you’d feel amazing. even if you don’t know how to use it. you need let me bounce on it.”

bakugou blinks down at you. he doesn’t quite believe what he’s hearing, fuck, he doesn’t know what to do about you. not one bit did he think you’d even have this reaction.

“w-what… i know how to use my own dick.” is all he can manage but you shake your head.

you flick your eyes up to him, “we’re gonna learn together, okay? can i… can i…” you flatten your tongue against his shaft and give him one lick up.

bakugou’s sure he’s about to come any second now.

“y-yes but be fuckin’ careful. i don’t wanna nut on your face.”

[riccyyvalz]

u start to do sae’s hair (˙ Ⱉ ˙) content | fluff, bf!sae, gn!reader

everyone forgets one thing about sae itoshi. soccer is the only thing he can do.

well, of course he can brush his teeth, shower, walk on two legs, cook himself food (to some extent), and all of the works. but of course, his only fixation was soccer. he was born with a ball at his foot. supposedly.

long story short — he’s not the brightest bulb, surprisingly.

when he met you, he — against his own will — learned a lot more things beyond soccer. and styling hair was somehow on that list. he found it stupid.

the reason how he learned it? well, it started one day when you were in his room and you were playing with his hair. you sat on the edge of the bed, him on the floor with his body between your dangling legs. your fingers clawed his tufts of maroon hair gently. as you combed through his hair, he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone.

then, you had twisted your torso to grab something without disturbing sae’s position. and sae heard the rummaging sounds of clicking and clacking.

“what are you about to do,” he questioned flatly, keeping his head down and eyes on his phone.

“how can you even see with those bangs in your face all the time?” you begin, settling your body back to before, this time with a comb lightly draping sae’s bangs back. “i’m helping you out. just wait.”

sae huffed, furrowing his brows as he felt the tension of your comb dragging his head back.

yank!

“hey,” sae grunted, his hand flying to swat yours away.

“whoops,” you laugh apologetically. “relax, i’ll be gentle. you just have a lot of baby hairs.”

sae sighed, dropping his hand in surrender. he let the force of your combing loll his head back slightly. with the expression he had, you wouldn’t be able to tell if he was hating this or loving it.

“gonna use some gel, alright?” you tell him.

“gel?” he repeated.

“yup,” you nod.

“why ge—”

splurt!

sae didn’t bother finishing his question. he closed his mouth, scrunching his face as he felt the unfamiliar texture of your gel-slicked hand. you pressed your palm along his combed back bangs, blanketing the substance on his hairs. finally, you lightly ruffled it with your fingertips.

your hand with lingering gel softly cascaded down his head to teasingly paw his face, causing him to jolt slightly — but not jolt away.

you grin, moving your hand to your side. “check it out, sae.”

sae went to the camera app on his phone, flipping it to show himself. he blinked at his own face for a few moments before he brought his hand to his face, tapping his forehead.

you snicker, watching his reaction. “what? don’t like your big forehead? at least you can see now,” you giggle.

“my forehead’s not big like yours,” he said back, though a glint lit up in his eyes.

he rested his phone in his lap, dropping his head more into your own lap to look up at you. he had an imperceptible smile on his face.

“it’s a nice look,” he tells you, softly and genuinely.

you smile, heat brushing your cheeks. “thanks, i always do your hair nice.”

he closed his eyes, letting himself fully relax.

“i like this look the most,” he murmured honestly. he opened his eyes again, teal sparkling up at you. “you should do it on me more often.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” sae said to you. casually, affectionately.

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a//n i hope the reason for sae combing his bangs back is like rlly deep thatd be crazy lmfaooaoa stop

[bbunsflix]

asking NAGI SEISHIRO if he'd fight for you...whilst he's ball deep in you ♡

fem!reader ★ smut / fluff ★ lwk crack fic ★ minors DNI

"nagi would you fight someone for me?"

the words slip out of your mouth in a breathy moan, right as nagi bottoms out inside you, his thick cock stretching you so full your train of thoughts paused momentarily.

he had you pinned beneath him on the messy bed, your legs wrapped high around his waist, ankles locked at the small of his back.

his thrusts have been deep and rhythmic, the kind that make your toes curl and your head spin, but now he froze mid thrust, his hips stuttering to a halt with his length buried to the hilt.

you feel his cock twitch inside you at the sudden stop, the heavy weight of him pressing against that perfect spot that makes your walls flutter. his white hair is damp with sweat, as he stares down at you like you just spoke in another language. the room is quiet except for the sound of your mingled breathing and the faint creak of the bed.

"...huh?" nagi blinks, a confused expression crossing his face as he wonders if he had mistaken. "did you...say something? about fighting?" he shifts his hips experimentally, just a shallow roll that drags his cock along your walls and pulls a whimper from your throat.

"thought i misheard. why're you asking that right now? when i'm y'know...all the way in?"

you bite your lip, fighting a grin even as heat floods your cheeks and your cunt clenches around him involuntarily. it's ridiculous, yeah. but that's the point.

your boyfriend was always so effortlessly cool and detached—even when fucking you he barely seemed to lose composure, hence your reason for asking ridiculous questions to catch him off guard.

"i did," you murmur, rolling your hips up to take him deeper, encouraging him to move again. your hands slide up his bare chest, nails grazing his skin. "would you though? fight someone for me?"

your boyfriend exhales through his nose, a mix of amusement and exasperation, but he starts moving again—slow, grinding thrusts that make your breath hitch. "yeah...sure i'd fight 'em i guess...if it's for you." his hand slides down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher as he leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.

"but do you need to ask this..? while im fucking you baby?"

you laughed at his words but it turns into a gasp when he hits that sweet spot again, perfectly so. the stretch of him is so good, so overwhelming. he was so long and girthy, filling every inch of you while his pelvis grinds against your clit with each snap of his hips.

"mmm fuck...but what if it's someone strong? like uhmm...would you fight reo for me?"

that makes him frown. his best friend? really? his cock throbs inside you as he pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyebrows furrowed in that adorable confused look.

"my reo?" he asks, sounding genuinely baffled, but he keeps his steady pace, causing the bed frame to creak with each push. "are you really thinking about him?"

you shake your head, grinning up at him even as pleasure coils tighter in your belly. your fingers thread into his hair, tugging lightly to pull him closer. "hypothetically nagi..not literally. if reo and i had some big fight or something. would fight him for me..? or like be on his side"

nagi huffs in disbelief, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin there before sucking a mark. his thrusts get a little harder, like the absurdity of you askijg about his best friend was actually turning him on. "i'd pick you. now stop these silly question baby."

he punctuates his words with a deep roll of his hips, grinding right against your sweet spot causing your back to arch, a moan slipping from you.

youe legs tightening around him as warmth spreads through you. god, he's so deep like this—every inch of his cock dragging in and out against your walls, the lewd wet sounds filling the room. but you can't resist it, so you ask:

"what about isagi? would—hah you fight isagi for me?"

nagi actually stops this time, lifting his head to stare at you with wide eyes. his cock is still buried inside you, pulsing hot and heavy. his eyes darken at your words.

"isagi? now you're bringing up isagi? while my dick is literally inside you?" one of his hands comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "you're such a handful aren't you? yeah id fight him. now stop talking about other men when I'm inside you.."

you giggle at his pout, pulling him down for a kiss your tongue sliding against him as he begins fucking you harder this time. he was clearly jealous but he kept quiet. you rock your hips up to meet his thrusts, chasing the building pressure in your stomach.

nagi groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. "you're weird." he says against your lip, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixing with your moans and his low grunts filled the roo. "i'm the one fucking you yeah? say my name."

you cling to him, nails digging into his back as your orgasm approaches. "nagi... fuck, right there..I love u.?"

he shifts angles as he heard your words, hitting that spot relentlessly inside you as one hand slipped between you to rub tight circles over your clit. "good girl, i love you more..."

"you're all mine. cum for me baby."

the combination of his words, his cock pounding into you and those skilled fingers sends you over the edge fast. you cry out his name, walls pulsing tight around him as pleasure crashes through you.

nagi follows not long after, groaning your name as he spills deep inside, hips stuttering through it until he's spent and collapsed on top of you.

for a minute, it's just heavy breathing and the warmth of him still buried in you, softening slowly. then he rolls off to the side, pulling you against his chest with one arm like it's the most natural thing in the world. his fingers trace lazy patterns on your back.

"so..what made you ask that silly question?" he asks, looking at you with amuser eyes.

you snuggle closer, pressing a kiss to his collarbone with a satisfied little hum. "mmm..a tiktok video i saw.."

nagi scoffs, a smile finding his face regardless. "im gonna take that phone of yours away you know?"

a/n: HONESTLY....I hate this and yes, the link I mentioned at the end was my inspiration for it so all credits to them !

porcelainrage © all rights reserved. do NOT give my work to ai or plagiarize.

[riccyyvalz]

kissydrunk rin ₍ᵕ. ̫.ᵕ₎ content | fluff, bf!rin, gn!reader, kissing, touch-starved aw so cute lozl

rin had truly, madly, deeply fallen for you. in the beginning things were for sure awkward. but gradually, rin grew less tense. he used to be unable to look into your eyes for more than five seconds. now, when with you, he barely looks anywhere else.

but there was one specific thing that changed dramatically. rin, with his completely null experience with romance, was always so shy when it came to physical contact. he’d make sure to avoid it at all costs, even if it inconvenienced him. but, of course, as you two grew closer, he turned into a complete suck. because he loved kisses. something about the feeling that welled in his heart when his lips met any part of you completely enchanted him. he now made sure to always have an excuse to kiss you.

he’d be snuggled tightly against you, his face burrowing deep in the crook of your neck. as you absentmindedly twirled ur fingers in his hair, he’d be sleepily peppering your neck with feather light kisses.

“mm,” he’d hum contently with his lips on your skin, not caring if he had begun drooling on you (it’s happened before).

in the quiet mornings, he’d stir awake from his sleep before you. he’d press his lips against your forehead, feeling the softness of your skin that dusted along his lips. he’d slowly press a soft kiss on your mouth, gently pathing his tongue past your lips. it’d wake you up. he’d give you a sleepy, yet ever so dreamy, gaze as you finally fluttered your lids awake. kissing you awake was one of his favourite things in the morning.

one evening you were cooking dinner. rin had arrived home not long ago. he had gone to the shower straight after stepping in the front door.

but once he had gotten out of the shower? you felt the presence of him padding up behind you. the lathered scent of his soap laced together with the aroma of the food.

the feel of his lips brushed against your temple.

kiss. kiss.

kiss. kiss.

“rin, you’re distracting me,” you murmured playfully.

he fully clung to you now, his arms wrapped around your waist. his head tilted as his lips traveled the contouring of your face before he stopped at your neck. you could feel the damp tufts of his hair prickling at your face, causing a tiny smile to etch onto your own lips.

“mm…loveyous…” he mumbled quietly, his lips not once leaving your skin. “d’wanna..stop.”

you fully relax into his touch as he planted an open-mouth kiss on you again. you could never let go of the kisses rin always gave you. because, well, there was a time where he didn’t even touch you.

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[ist1800s]

🐼 ~ I love gagamaru so much, wtf, he’s like a panda🥺🥺 like this image of him just makes me wanna scream, he’s adorable but like gosh he’s huge, and his stare that has no thoughts behind it just makes it better😵‍💫 feed him some bamboo now !!

[cinna-creme]

a/n: i love katsuki w an innocent gf sigh - fic at the end

“alright, c’mere baby.” katsuki leans against your headboard, patting the space between his thighs. “we’re gonna go nice and slow.” he offers you his hand and helps you settle back against his chest.

“do i.. should i.. take my panties off?” your thighs are squished together.

“that’s up to you.” he kisses the side of your neck. “we’ll leave them on for now.” he nods, both of his hands settling on your thighs. “alright.. let’s see.”

he spreads your thighs, resting them over his, taking his time to knead into the plush of your thighs, grinning at the gasps leaving your mouth. each time he slides his hands higher, a small whine leaves your lips. his hands are warm on your skin, calming, but still only aiding in making you hotter, more squirmy.

his thumbs are first to reach your panties, gently brushing against them before he moves his hands back down to continue kneading. he keeps this up until you’re panting and when he finally drags a single finger up the center of your panties he groans feeling how slick they are.

“katsuki!” your thighs twitch.

“doing okay, babygirl?” his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“it.. mm!” you squeeze your eyes shut. “it hurts.” you whine.

“what does?” he pulls his hands off you immediately.

“no!!” you practically sob. “touch me!” you reach for his hand and lead him back between your thighs. “i just.. i dunno what to do.” you press his fingers into the soaked fabric. “make it feel better. please.” you’re panting now.

“shhh okay okay. i’m right here.” he kisses your neck.

he circles your clit and the sound that comes from you has him throbbing in his sweats. your fingers dig into his wrist as he keeps up with a slow pace, lifting his fingers only to tap against the sensitive bud and make you jerk in his arms. he goes back to swirling around your clit, groaning softly as your panties get even wetter.

“kats feels- hngh! kats it’s good.” your nails bite into his skin.

“just focus on the feeling for me.” he hums. “you’re doing so good.”

your thighs are shaking and you can’t stop the moans pouring out of your parted lips. your tummy is coiling, pleasure bursting through every part of your body. katsuki keeps the same pressure but speeds up his fingers and you’re done for.

“kats- katsuki! it’s- ngh! something.. i.. ahh! katsuki!!” your thighs clamp around his hand and you cum hard, tears pricking at your water line.

“that’s my good girl.” he slows his fingers. “how’d that feel?” he pulls his hand out, going back to kneading your thighs as you come down.

“so good.” you melt back onto him. “why.. would i need a toy if you can do that?”

his chest swells and he turns your chin with one of his hands so he can kiss you. “you can use it when i’m away on a mission.” another kiss. “and i can use it on you.”

“show me.” you let your thighs fall open.

katsuki reaches over and grabs the vibrator, showing you how to turn it on. when it buzzes to life you give a little jump, he runs it up your thighs, getting you used to the feeling and watching you squirm. when he gets closer to your panties, your thighs start to close at the vibrations.

“this one’s gonna be a little more intense okay?” he whispers.

“okay.” you nod.

he presses the head right on your clit and you arch off of his chest, moaning and digging your fingers into the sheets. “katsuki! kats it’s- i’m ! already i’m gonna-”

“want me to stop?” he slides it down and away from your clit.

“no! keep.. hah! it’s so.. katsuki!”

he presses the vibrator right over your dripping pussy and you burst, hips grinding agaisnt the toy and when he drags it up to your clit again it’s never ending. you’re bucking off his chest, you can feel yourself leaking and making a mess but you don’t care. all you know is pleasure and katsuki.

“there you go.” he nips at your pulse. “let’s take a break, sweet girl.” he flicks the vibrator off and tosses it to the side.

“should we.. try without my panties?” you’re chest is heaving, legs still shaking.

“not today.” he chuckles.

“why?” you whine.

“i’m not overstimming you today.” he turns your chin again to take your lips. “let’s watch a movie.” he leans over to grab the remote, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

“what’s overstimming?” you look back at him.

“not today.” he gives you a peck.