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22|| this blog is a slew of what it’s like in my head on a daily basis with my bois

[tired-biscuit]

even though he’s an insane clean freak, i like to think bakugou loves to fuck nasty.

eats your ass every chance he gets and fucks your throat until you’re so sloppy that drool is dripping down your chin. pounds your pussy until you’re both covered in sweat and his pubes are glistening with your arousal. kisses you so messily that your lip gloss makes your mouths completely sticky each time they connect. that kind of thing.

he showers for an eternity when you’re finished though.

[lxnarphase]

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

[inmaki]

gojo showing off your back scratches to geto

( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .

contains: sex talk, description of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)

everything was calm in suguru's apartment. kind of.

it was a forgettable yet perfect sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.

there was only one thing ruining his peace.

all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.

despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.

"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.

right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.

great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—

"i fucked her!"

suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.

big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.

"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.

"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"

unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"

"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"

at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.

"oh god, don't make that stupid f—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.

"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.

it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."

suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.

a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.

"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.

turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."

it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.

not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.

and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.

"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"

an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."

"huh. surprised you could last."

as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."

geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.

even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—

satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"

he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."

over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.

maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.

mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)

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[chichikoi]

pretty, pretty.

synopsis: asking them for hand pics.

pairing: gojo satoru, getou suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji x gn! reader

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

genre: fluff, crack (?)

warnings: suggestive, mentions of choking, mentions of nudes.

a/n: my eyes (slowed) i need help, i was looking through hand refs for a gojo sketch and thought this would be a nice idea

gojo satoru <3

geto suguru, nanami kento.

bonus: toji.

[ghostsy]

The Other

yandere ! ITADORI YUJI x READER x yandere ! SUKUNA

WARNINGS: yandere, misogyny, nsfw, implied noncon

A/N: A bit different than usual, less story and more imagine, I just had a Thought TM that wouldn't leave me alone.

read at your own discretion.

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What about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but it’s 19th century Gothic Yuji and Sukuna obsessing over their cute little lab assistant.

Where Yuji finds himself falling in love with the pretty little thing that turned up one night on his doorstep. How could a gentleman refuse a damsel in distress? She’d had nowhere to go, and a woman on the streets is a woman without dignity. He’d done her a favor taking her in, feeding her, clothing her, teaching her everything he knows. Well, almost everything. 

And it’s not that she’s not grateful, no, she’s always eager to please, pretty doe eyes blinking up at him with only the purest intentions of proving her worth. 

It’s when that voice in his head that he swears isn’t his starts to talk. 

Bend her over and spread her legs.

He’d had years of experience tuning the other inside of him out, and begrudgingly grew used to the snide remarks about the so-called useless pussy on legs. But it’s only when his more ignoble half begins to make suggestions with less than savory intentions that he finds himself wavering. He tries to reason that it isn’t him, not really. He can keep it under control. He always has. 

It’s the small things really, how she bites the tip of her pencil in concentration during his lectures, determined to be of some use to him. Pretty lips parted oh so delicately, hugging the tip to her teeth.

Let me out. I want to see that whore mouth painted white with my cum.

Or when she blinks dumbly at him from under butterfly lashes, a sheepish giggle and warmth on her cheeks because something he said went in one ear, through her ditzy little brain, and out the other.

Dumb little thing would sink down and suck our cock dry if we told her it was in the name of science, wouldn’t she? 

An involuntary twitch of his fingers sends his heart leaping to his throat.

Why don’t you find out?

He drowns it out until the cover of night shields him, locked inside his chambers before giving an inch to the monster. Stroking his cock to the image of her laid out naked and moaning beneath him, legs spread and welcoming. Where the thought of licking the sweat from the skin of her neck has him hurtling off that cliff, and into the resulting ocean of shame.

Little things build up, he finds, and even with her painfully female brain, she begins to notice something off. Though, he finds himself grateful when it isn’t disgust that meets him, but concern. Oh, bless women and their nurturing sensibilities.

She’ll fuss over him like a true lady, mothering but not smothering. Anything he needs to help soothe those pesky migraines. And he’ll finally realize an acceptable way to indulge in his impure thoughts. He’ll make the street urchin he turned lady his wife.

He ignores the rumbling of low laughter that rattles his brain at the thought, deep enough to shake something important but easily forgotten in his bones.

He’ll make all the appropriate preparations for a courtship, determined to woo her as a man would, as a man should. Dress her up, and take her on a promenade through the finest parts of town, introducing her to the finest people at the finest parties.

But he reasons that was his first mistake. Because when he watches her laugh, all airy and bright, intentionally tempting, entirely too close to that brooding dark-haired duke he liked to call brother, white hot fury spills into his veins. That distant familiar desire, heady in all its glory, bloodlust, is his only warning. And the other, who’d been quiet for quite some time, smugly returns. 

A whore is a whore no matter the clothes. You thought she’d choose you?

He’ll down glass after glass of scotch, determined to ignore it, but too focused on the brush of her delicate fingers alongside the Duke’s sleeve. There’s a look in his friend’s eye he’s never quite seen before; it’s soft, warm, and it’s all it takes for him to rush to the water closet and hurl up the contents of his stomach.

Pathetic. A man doesn’t wait to be chosen. A man takes what’s his. There’s only one between us. Let me out. 

A man takes what’s his. It’s a thought that settles too comfortably in his mind, and he resolves to keep her close. No more outings with those snobbish lords and ladies. Just to save her the embarrassment of exposing the unrefined nature of her peasant birth any more than she already had.

It’ll work for a time, but it’s just a little while later that his brother turned traitor starts turning up on the manor’s doorstep with his own intentions of courtship. Excuses of their preoccupation with scientific breakthroughs and studies only keep him at bay for so long.

I’ll do what you can’t. Let me out. 

He begins to wonder whether the beast had been wrong when he catches her wistful stares out the window, too conspicuously asking about the wellbeing of a man that isn’t him. A whore is a whore. When she comes back from town with the excuse of restocking food or supplies, why does she take longer and longer to return each time?

Let Me Out.

He’ll question why it isn’t enough. Why he isn’t enough. He isn’t, not if her attention still turned elsewhere. There’s a beating at the door of his mind that threatens to split at any moment. Finally, mercifully, she’ll relieve the struggle with two words.

He proposed. 

He proposed. He proposed. He proposed. He doesn’t hear anything after that, not as she sputters out empty placations and gratitude. Not when she solidifies her intentions of leaving him.

He just responds in kind with two earth-shattering words of his own.

Come out.

[exyrpf]

People worrying is their fic is too self indulgent like....... that is the point of fanfiction. You are supposed to indulge . Every fic is self indulgent

[ashfae]

Indulge in the thing you want. Do it more. Have all the cake. That's the entire point.

[everth1ne]

Jujutsu Kaisen (Phantom Parade) - wallpapers

[sugarlywhispers]

the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

[mistressreaper]

Hey everyone. Once again I am so sorry that nothing has been updated. Life has been life and as we all know that means it’s been kinda shitty. I’ve been having to focus on my family and work to maintain what we have.

On another note I haven’t really been feeling like writing for about a month due to this awful nagging cough, but after a low oxygen scare and a trip to the ER I now know I have pneumonia. Usually I would take the time that I’m sick and write but I can’t do that as I have a little human to keep alive!

So with all sincerity I deeply apologize to everyone who’s been reading my personal fics but I just can not continue Love On The Brain. It hurts me, but again I just need to prioritize. I hope you all understand 😔

[anxietyproblem]

[anxietyproblem]

[catchymemes]

[mistressreaper]

Sorry

I just want to apologize for the long break between chapters of Love On The Brain. Life has just been…. Well life. I’m still going to write the fic but updates will be slower. I may post other little drabbles here and there though to keep my mind fresh! I just wanted to apologize to everyone who was reading the series ☹️🩷

[pale-pink-princess]

I want to tease you in public so that when we get somewhere private, you put me in my place and we have the most disgusting, pervy, possessive sex🩷🔪🎀

[gojosatorubrainrot-deactivated2]

OUR HUSBAND GOJO WEEKLY CRUMBS😍

[mistressreaper]

Little Sister

A/n: took a couple of days break from the fic to write this I hope it’s good!

⚠️: sex, photos during, swearing, name calling

You lay in your bed watching tv when a certain blonde pops his head in the doorway, “Hey nerd.” You smiled at your brothers friend.

“Hey Kacchan.” You heard him grumble at the nickname. You flipped through the channels until you found a scary movie that looked semi interesting. You walked into the kitchen to grab a snack and a soda when you came across Bakugo and your brother at the kitchen table. “What’s for dinner Izuku?”

“Ramen, but I’ll have to go get some stuff from the store. Kacchan are you alright staying here for a minute?” Izuku looked at the blonde and he grunted a response.

“S’fine, with me.” Bakugo made his way to the couch and plopped down while Izuku grabbed his keys and left. You walked over to the couch and set a drink in front of Bakugo who was flipping through the channels of the tv.

“So how have you been Kachaan?” You sat down just a couple of feet from him and opened your soda waiting for an answer.

“Been okay. How about you?” His voice was rough, probably from all the shouting he does.

“Could be better, Keigo and I broke up.” You popped an Oreo in your mouth and watched whatever the show was that Bakugo decided on.

“So that sack of shit is out of the picture now? Good to know.” You knew Bakugo didn’t like your ex for the pure reason that he had a crush on you. Only if you had known before Keigo asked you out. You checked the time in your phone and smirked, the market was easily 30 minutes away from your apartment. So that gave you an hour to go through with your plan.

You stood up and kicked the coffee table, knocking Bakugo’s drink to the floor. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!!” You faked. You bent over in front of Bakugo, purposely facing away so your ass was in front of him, to pick up the glass and wipe up the spill with napkins.

“S’fine, you’re in the way though.” He angled his head around you to watch the tv. You walked away and huffed, so much for that. You’ll just have to up your game.

You turned up the heat on the thermostat, not by much but enough to make you start to warm up and flush your cheeks pink after a while. You sat back down and waited, you felt bad for Bakugo because of his quirk and already being naturally warm he might start breaking a sweat. It’ll all be worth it if my plan pans out. After about ten minutes you felt your face beginning to flush, “Damn it’s hot.” You went back to your room and changed out of the oversized shirt and sweats you were wearing to a pair of tight spandex and a tank top deciding to forego the bra. You smirked as you turned the thermostat down this time, this is the last trick you can try before Izuku gets home. You noticed Bakugo’s eyes cut to the side to look at you when you got back to the couch.

The way you sat put your barely clothed body on display for him. You sat sideways on the couch with your back against the armrest, one leg bent and resting on the back of the couch and the other outstretched and resting on the coffee table. Soon the apartment started cooling off, and you could feel your nipples harden under the thin fabric. You could feel his gaze, practically undressing you. You opened your mouth to say a smart ass remark when the front door opened and Izuku walks in.

———

“Thank you for helping with dinner Kachaan!” Izuku smiles. Bakugo grunts as he takes another bite of noodles.

You thanked him also while finishing up your bowl. You sat yourself across from Bakugo, putting on a show the whole time with your cleavage. You noticed him looking a couple times before averting his gaze. It doesn’t look like you’d be getting anywhere tonight but that’s okay, you could always try again. The three of you cleaned up after dinner; Izuku doing dishes, you wiping down the table, and Bakugo sweeping the floor. While the boys said they’re goodbyes you made your way back to your bed, “Goodnight Kachaan! Have a safe trip home!” You winked before closing your door.

———

A slight creak from the floorboards woke you up from you sleep, “Zuku?” You called out groggily. No answer. Then there was another creak. You slipped out of bed and walked to your bedroom door, opening it and finding Bakugo in the kitchen with a glass of water. “Kachaan?”

“Yeah?”

“Why’re you still here? Thought you went home?” You yawned and stretched your arms over your head. You opened your eyes and jumped back a bit, you hadn’t heard Bakugo walk to you. His carmine eyes gazed down at you, they had a darkness swirling behind them.

“Don’t act dumb. You’ve been pulling moves all day, giving me a show. Even when your brother got home.” A smirk appeared on Bakugo’s lips as he brought his face to be level with yours. “Does he know what a little slut you are? Showing off for his best friend?” A shiver ran through your body. Bakugo’s words went straight to your core, you could feel your panties grow wet by the second.

You shook your head. A low chuckle came from Bakugo, his left hand trailed up the back of your neck, into your hairline and grabbed a fist full before jerking your head back. He licked and nipped your ear lobe, “Well he’s gonna know after tonight Princess. I’m gonna fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name.”

In your bedroom Bakugo shoves you back on the bed, a small yelp leaves your mouth before he’s able to flip you over where you’re face down. He squeezed the plush flesh of your ass while grinding his clothed cock into you, “See what you do to me? All because you want to be a little tease.” A moan left your lips when you felt your shorts be moved to the side and the cool air hit your aching pussy.

“Kachaa-ah!” His hand swiftly landed a blow to your ass.

“That is not my name.” He growls. You whimper as he massages the spot he just spanked. “Try again princess.”

“K-Katsuki.” You whined. You felt him drag a finger through your folds and another moan let loose.

“Good girl. Say it louder.”

“Katsuki!” He started rubbing small circles on your clit and you started squirming.

You gasped as you felt one of his thick fingers slide into your entrance, “Gotta get you ready for my cock sweetheart. Don’t want to hurt you.” He curled his finger inside of you over and over while slowly rubbing your clit. Moans escape your body in waves, unable to hold them back. A loud gasp came from you as he added not one but two more fingers.

“Katsuki!” You could feel your walls stretching around him.

“Fuck you’re so tight, I guess birdbrain couldn’t get you worked up like this huh?” His fingers pumped in and out, getting you all slick and dripping for his cock.

“We-fuck-we never did anything.” You forced out between moans. At that Katsuki let out a growl and pushed his fingers deeper.

“Even better, I get to brag.” He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh before sinking his teeth into the flesh

“Ah! Kats- ooooh!” Suddenly he was sucking on your overstimulated clit, the bite on your leg turned into a pleasurable pain and you bucked your hips into his face. “Fuck I’m gonna cum, fuck fuck- ahhh!” The knot that had been tightening in your stomach finally snapped and you came all over Katsuki’s face. You squirmed as he kept lapping at your folds, gathering every drop of you.

Heavy breaths came from you as you let go of Katsuki’s hair and let him come back to your face. He slams his lips into yours so you could taste yourself on him. “Now, you’re gonna take all of me and I want you to scream my name. That’s your punishment for being a tease.” Still on your hands and knees you look back just in time to see Katsuki pulling his dick out from his jeans. Fuck he’s huge, there’s no way I’m taking him all! “After tonight Midoriya is gonna know just how big of a whore his little sister is.” Katsuki lines his tip up to your pussy and slips in slowly at first. He lets you get used to the tip stretching you out, then his hands grip your hips as tight as he can and rams the rest of him into you.

“Oh fuck! Katsuki!” He was easily eight inches, no way he was less than that. He was slamming into you over and over causing you to cry out. He grabbed ahold of your hair and pulled your head back causing your back to arch into the bed. Your eyes were half way closed and your tongue was hanging out due to the immense pleasure when a flash went off.

“Bet you birdbrain is gonna be so jealous that I’m fucking this pretty little cunt of yours and not him huh?” Katsuki pushed you face back into the pillow and continued with harder thrusts, you could feel his thighs beginning to shake. “Gonna tell him how you were such a slut for me, taking my cock so well and not even able to speak.” At this point you couldn’t scream any longer, he had delivered on his promise of fucking you dumb.

With a few final thrusts you could feel the warmth inside as Katsuki came, biting your shoulder while he thrust through his high. He stilled for a few minutes then pulled out, you couldn’t move anything. Katsuki had thoroughly fucked you to the point that you were seeing stars. You turned your head to him and saw him sitting on his phone, a smirk settled across his face. A few moments later a ping sounded from his phone, Katsuki smiled and showed you the screen.

Birdbrain: Fuck you man. Fuck. You.

[herpossessivedaddy-deactivated2]

Sometimes I just want her to be my free use slut. Just the thought of pulling her pants down while she’s busy with something else. The light „what are you doing?“ coming from here mouth even tho she knows exactly what I’m about to do. Using my tongue and fingers just to make her wet enough to take me. Groping her body and holding her in place. Forcing myself inside her and using her pussy only for my pleasure. Telling her what a good slut she is for her daddy. Seeing and hearing how she enjoys to be used like a fucktoy. Cumming in her, pulling her pants up and hugging her from behind for aftercare. Just the thought of being able to do that because she enjoys it so much is making me hard right now