<𝟑 .ᐟ husband-to-be!sukunas first look at your wedding dress!
₊˚⊹ᰔ sfw, fem!reader, still on my #letsukunacry agenda
neither of you believe in that ‘it’s bad luck for the groom to see the wedding dress before the ceremony’ crap. mostly because it’s outdated, but also because sukuna was so eager to see you first on your big day, be the first to see you dressed so beautifully, to wed him of all people. he was such a lucky man, he reminded himself that everyday, that’s why he gave you the ring.
you’re sitting alone in the bridal suite, hairstylist and makeup artist leaving the room after dolling you all up prettily to give you and sukuna privacy. you can’t help but feel nervous. this is your big day, finally marrying the love of your life, but you feel jittery. your leg bounces up and down, your hands shake from the anticipation, and you can hear your heart pounding in your chest.
the pounding only gets louder when the sharp sound of knocks echoes through the suite, alerting you that sukuna was standing right outside. the nerves finally hit you, a drowning a feeling that suffocates you so intensely you forget to stand up and let him in, until you hear another set of louder knocks this time, disrupting you from the anxiety.
you stumble as you stand up, all clumsy and nervous. you’re trembling, a shaky hand laying unsteadily on the doorknob. this was it, you were going to see him, he was going to see you.
your unsteady hand is almost unable to twist the doorknob, but it finally does after the fourth time. behind the swinging door is your husband to be, your love, your life, your sukuna.
sukuna stands motionless, speechless, it worries you how still he stands, just staring at you. all of you. to your specially styled hair, to your professionally done makeup, to the dress. god, you are so beautiful. the dazzling dress compliments you so wonderfully, he cannot believe you’re his.
“kuna…?” your soft voice comes out as barely a whisper, shaky as you try to gauge his emotions. his face is completely stoic. did he find you ugly? did he regret proposing? you’re about to cry from the nerves alone until you see him blinking away a tear.
“you’re…”
“what’s wrong?” you gasp, taking a step forward to thumb away the rolling down. the close proximity, your body molded against his so perfectly, your tender touch, it all reminds him why he chose you, why you are the one he wants to wed. the overwhelming emotions he’s feeling has him uncontrollably crying, fat tears streaming down his sculpted face, vision blurry as he tries to hold you.
he’s ashamed he’s crying, bending his body down to slot his face in the crook of your neck to hide his tears. you’re confused at first, this is the first time you’ve ever seen sukuna cry. you assumed he wasn’t capable of crying, that he pushed emotional acts past him, he usually got defensive if he was feeling emotional. but you were so wrong in your judgement, because here he was, sobbing into your neck as he hold you close, squeezed you against him so tightly you couldn’t breathe.
“i can’t believe,” he’s gasping out through sobs, clutching you close while being mindful to not ruin the expensive fabric of your dress, “you chose me.”
“i’d always choose you,” you answer without hesitance, hand sliding down to find his and intertwining your fingers to squeeze. “i’ll choose you in every life. that’s why i’m marrying you.”
your heartfelt confession only has him breaking down harder, experiencing full body trembles, body wracked with such love. he loves you, and it is such an overwhelming feeling.
“i love you,” he cries, “i love you, i love you so much, my beautiful wife, you’re so gorgeous,” it’s like he’s reciting a mantra, “i’ll always love you. i can’t wait to marry you.”
you laughing through your own tears, trying your best to wipe away the stray tears without smudging your perfectly done makeup. it’s okay, your makeup artist already prepared to redo it knowing you’d be seeing sukuna before the ceremony.
he’s pulling away from, reluctantly so, and you’re both wiping away each others tears. he’s so tender, such a contrast from his rough persona.
baby yuji loves his pretty auntie who brought him his favorite plush tiger! I wanted to do something cute cos I love bby yuji
“auntieeeeeeee!!!” the little glob of sunshine screeched and crashed face first into your thigh. he always loved when you visited him and his uncle kuna. you always indulged his childish antics, let him ramble for literally hours about tigers and his best friend megumi (poor kid had the attention span of a hyperactive puppy) how could he not love you?
“can she at least get through the damn door before you go tacklin’ her?” sukuna scolds the tot but there’s no true bite to his bark. “and stop calling her that, punk.” the kid hisses at him, bearing his two missing front teeth, all the while you chuckle above him. the man couldn’t get two seconds alone with you while the kid was around, but honestly it seemed healthy to have you around. yuji opened up about some of the things he was going through to you a lot easier than he did with his uncle. sukuna had temporary custody of the little boy until his twin brother and sister in law got themselves together. you gave both of them some relief when it came to that delicate situation.
back to the present, yuji clings to your leg, arms and legs wrapped around you in a vice grip. he tries to take a peak inside the paper bag you’re keeping out of his reach.
“stop being mean to my nephew,” you say, and commence an awkward waddle-walk to the couch where sukuna’s leaned back on. once you finally coax the boy off of your leg, he squeezes in between his two favorite people on the couch to watch, in sukuna’s words a “boring ass movie,” to which you reminded him a child was present and not to swear in front of a kid.
“auntie?” he asks, brown eyes magnetized to the movie still.
“yes?”
“whats in the baggie?” he notices the glance you give up to sukuna, who’s casually snuck his arm across the couch behind your head. sukuna shrugs. your bones pop as you stretch, and you hop off the couch to head to the dining room table where you placed the bag. yuji springs up right after you, feet pitter pattering across the apartment floor.
“close your eyes,” you say, but yuji’s too excited and is already barreling a plethora of questions at you. it’s so cute—you honestly would let him go on for the rest of the night, but ryomen cuts the toddler off.
“just close your eyes, brat,” he commands with a slight bass in his voice. he snaps his eyes shut and puffs out his cheeks, holding his breath in anticipation as he hears you rustle the bag for a moment.
“okay, you can open them now!” he slowly opens his eyes, and as he does, they nearly pop out from his head. he squeals excitedly and bounces up and down, his tiny body spasming in pure joy.
“baby, the neighbors!”
“sowwy!” sukuna sighs. yuji reaches for the tiger, but recoils, as if he’s not sure if he wants to take it or not.
“uncle sukuna told me you were having a hard time sleeping, so I thought this little guys would help keep the nightmares away,” you explained. you urged him to take the toy. he looks back between the stuffed tiger and his uncle, who was watching from his spot on the couch.
“you just gonna stand there or are you gonna take the damn tiger?” yuji snatches the tiger and squeals a bunch of rushed together “thank you’s!”and crushed the toy in a death hug.
“THANK YOU THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU FOREVER!! I WISH MY UNCLE WOULD MARRY YOU!!!”
“alright, bedtime,” sukuna suddenly says and gets up from the couch and ushers the child to the back of the apartment. you giggled at the scene before you. sukuna glares but you pay him no mind. you of course, also help him get ready for the night.
later on, you tell the little boy goodnight, and leave him with his uncle for a few moments. he looked so comfy and snug with his little tiger he affectionately named after you.
as yuji drifts off into sleep, he reaches his stubby fingers for his uncles strong hands.
“uncle ‘kuna, um, can she stay?” it was a loaded question. he watches as his nephew falls asleep instead of giving him an answer.
Intense makeout session w bakugo until mitsuki comes in
Katsuki x Fem!Reader Getting caught by his mom
3rd years ofc
nsfw?
Katsuki who was finally able to drag you away from his mothers incessant questions. After almost an entire hour of her asking quite literally every question under the sun, he’d finally got a chance for the two of you to slip away when she went to go refill her glass. So needless to say, he took no time grabbing your wrist and dragging you up to his room.
Katsuki whose intentions were pure, at least in the beginning. He just wanted to spend some alone time with you in the comfort of his own home. He throws on a movie, one actually entertaining, or at least at the start. He’s lying down on his back, with you on his side, one leg hooked over his own, one arm draped over his chest and your head nuzzled perfectly into his chest, his own arm pulling you close. It doesn’t take very long for him to reach down, gently grabbing your chin to tilt your head up towards his own.
Katsuki whose lips are very slicked with his own spit. He’d been suffering from chapped lips and had heard your friends talking about how it was a “turn off” so this new insecurity led him to over do it just a bit. Though it’s a bit wet, it’s definitely not bad. He’s passionate but not too rough, taking it slow before his lips part and you feel his tongue parting your own. You can feel him hardening under your leg; and the feeling of your tongue against his own only adds to the problem he’s facing.
Katsuki whose arm around your waist slowly begins to nudge you over, his other arm pulling the leg you had on him fully over his hips. When he feels you going along with his movements he gets more confident, pulling you to fully sit on top of his lap. Both of his hands are resting on your hips while your lips are still locked. The feeling of you right up against him, along with one of your hands gripping his jaw, is giving him butterflies.
Katsuki who’s almost frozen in place when he hears a moan escape from your lips. It only gives him more confidence in his actions, using his grip on your hips to push you down against his hips. Not letting you forget about the bulge growing in his pants. And god he feels like he might cream his pants when you grind down on him without his help. It’s embarrassing, the moan he lets slip. His eyes forcefully shut, too humiliated to look. But when he feels you sit up his eyes open, hands tightening as to keep you where you were.
Katsuki who was worried you were going to leave, somehow disgusted with the noise he’d let out. But no. Here you were, sat on his lap, right on top of the raging boner he was struggling to contain. He watched your hands moving to the bottom of your top, watched you slowly lift it up over your head, teasing him. He involuntarily bucks his hips into you, causing a small laugh to leave your mouth. The flush on his face is just adorable. A real turn on for you, proof of the effect you have over him. He watches as the shirt lifts over your head, and you toss it to the floor somewhere.
Katsuki who’s pulling you back down against him, putting his mouth right back on yours, continuing where you’d left off. You two are so into it that you don’t even notice the knock on the door, or the door being opened. Nor do you notice the figure standing in the doorway. The figure in question? His mother. And she makes herself very known within seconds. “Brat, just what the hell do you think you’re doing??” You both freeze. Completely horrified.
Katsuki who’s quick to pull the blanket back on top of you to keep you covered. He looks to his mom who’s still standing there looking just as pissed off at him. “Get out Hag!” She looks appalled but leaves anyway, giving the two of you room to straighten yourselves out. “Holy shit Suki” You’re mortified. When you two walk down to meet her in the living room neither of you can look her in the eyes. “What the hell were you thinking??” “I-” he barely gets the chance to speak before she interrupts “What on earth were you doing to the poor girl.” He just looks pissed, now realising she’s just making fun of him. Because of course she had a sweet spot for you.
cw: smut, surferboy!kiri, praise, fingering, public sex, slightly nerdy kiri, biting, fluff, overstim, orgasm denial, cockwarming, slight somnophilia, cunnilingus, lmk if i missed anything >_<
a/n: finally home for the summer so I’ll have time to write again, send recs!!!
Surfer!Kirishima who’s always at the beach before sunrise, chasing waves with you on his mind. He’ll spend hours combing the shore afterward, pocketing smooth shells and pretty rocks he thinks you’ll like, already imagining the way your face will light up when he presses them into your palm later.
Surfer!Kirishima who tries to teach you how to ride his board but can’t stop laughing when you immediately tip over. “Baby, you’re supposed to stand on it, not wrestle it,” he teases, hauling you back up by the waist. He’s merciless about it, calling you his “little sea turtle” every time you wipe out, but he always kisses the salt off your lips afterward.
Surfer!Kirishima who pretends to hate it when you tease him about his sun-bleached ends, grumbling under his breath—until you’re carding your fingers through his hair for hours while he melts into your touch, eyes half-lidded and content.
Surfer!Kirishima who gets relentlessly teased by you for being a “shark boy.” You’ll poke at his sharp teeth and call him Jaws whenever he grins too wide, and he always retaliates by chasing you into the water, growling, “Keep talking and I’ll show you how much of a shark I can be.”
Surfer!Kirishima who gets so excited showing you the tide pools, pointing out every colorful fish and rambling about how great whites are actually “the biggest misunderstood sweethearts of the ocean.” His voice goes soft when he talks about them, like he’s trying to make you love them as much as he does.
Surfer!Kirishima who has your name written in small, neat letters on the bottom of his surfboard. He did it one night when he couldn’t sleep, carving it carefully near the tail. He never tells you, but every time he paddles out, he glances down and smiles to himself, like having your name there keeps you with him even when you’re not.
Surfer!Kirishima who pulls you onto his board at sunset, letting the two of you drift farther out while his fingers slip beneath your swimsuit. He works you open slow and deep, murmuring praise against your ear the whole time. “That’s it, sunshine… just like that. Such a good girl for me.” He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking and cumming around his fingers, then kisses your temple like you didn’t just fall apart in the middle of the ocean.
Surfer!Kirishima who grinds against you in the water when his friends are only a few feet away, voice low and teasing. “Quiet, baby. Don’t want them to hear how pretty you sound when I’m inside you, right?” His hand stays firm on your hip, keeping you close while he rocks into you beneath the surface.
Surfer!Kirishima who drags you back to his little beach house after a long day, too tired to do anything but strip you both down and slide into you from behind. He falls asleep like that, buried deep, one arm slung over your waist, the sound of the waves drifting in through the open windows.
Surfer!Kirishima who eats you out so slow and thorough that you’re half-asleep by the time you cum, the ocean breeze cooling your skin while he licks you through it. He loves the way you go boneless under his mouth, murmuring, “Love tasting you like this… all relaxed for me.”
Surfer!Kirishima who invites his friends over for a late-night swim but spends the whole time behind you in the water, two fingers buried deep while he whispers against your neck. “Don’t cum, baby… be good for me.” He sounds so sweet about it, but the second you break and cum anyway, he’s praising you in that low, rough voice. “Fuck—there you go. Couldn’t help yourself, huh? My needy girl.”
Surfer!Kirishima who has a habit of leaving bite marks all over your thighs. He loves spreading you open on the beach towel after a surf session, sinking his teeth into the soft skin just hard enough to leave pretty red crescents. He’ll soothe each mark with his tongue afterward, murmuring against your thighs, “Can’t help it, sunshine… you taste too good. Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine when they see these.”
Surfer!Kirishima who waits until the beach is empty at dusk before dragging his board higher up the sand. He lays you out on it, the wax still warm from the day, and fucks you slow and deep while the waves crash a few feet away. One of his hands stays wrapped around your throat, the other pinning your thigh open as he groans against your ear, “Fuck, you look so pretty like this… all spread out on my board.” He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking and crying out his name, the sound nearly drowned out by the ocean.
Pre-relationship Bakugo and Reader go to a bar with their friends and whoopsy daisy she ends up tipsy on his lap (him also being drunk and more bold and handsy)
Horny and Tipsy Katsuki
Katsuki who was dragged to the bar after work by Kirishima. It’d been such a long week, your friend group couldn’t help but wanna be drunk by the end of it. A little something to take the edge off. He was just so mentally drained that he really didn’t even fight it, he willingly let Kiri drag him there. He’d had such a shitty day, A villain had escaped his grasp and then swiftly went on to harm more civilians, to say he needed this was an understatement.
Katsuki who’s pleasantly surprised to see you there beside Sero. He’d spoken to you earlier in the week, you weren’t going to make it tonight, but clearly the stars had aligned. He plants himself down right next to you, quickly ordering a drink to start the night off.
Katsuki who can hold his liquor. He’d been on drink three by the time he finally began to feel the alcohol's effects. You yourself had only been sipping on a second one, definitely a bit tipsy by now. Katsuki was enjoying it, watching you being giggly and flirty, somewhat of a change from your normal self.
Katsuki who can’t move when you end up on top of him. You’d moved to get up, you’d originally planned on dancing with Mina, but apparently you had other ideas. He doesn’t move when you wiggle to make yourself comfortable, his dick however definitely moves. And he’s very confident you can feel it.
Katsuki who’s hands move to wrap around your lap. His hands end up conveniently grasping your ass. Where he then slowly began to knead it. He loved the feeling of your ass in his hands, loved how you showed no concern for him doing as he pleased. Loved how your lips felt on his. Loved how it gave him butterflies.
Katsuki who’d completely tuned out everyone around you. He’d completely forgotten that Kirishima and Sero were right there. Watching the two of you. Kirishima unfortunately was watching completely sober as your designated driver tonight. Sero was hopefully too intoxicated to remember Katsuki asking if you wanted to go back to his place for the night.
Katsuki who honestly gets a little whiny. It’s definitely not something anyone would be able to bring up without dying. “Please baby, just one night” while he’s full on dry humping you. Kirishima’s panicking, worrying about you two getting kicked out for your public display of indecency.
Katsuki who’s getting wayyy too handsy. He’s fully groping you, hand on your boob and on your ass. He’s got absolutely no cares in the world right now. He’s more concerned about how you two are gonna get back to his place. The hand on your ass pressing you right into him, allowing him to freely grind into you as much as he pleased.
Katsuki who doesn’t give a single fuck when you two are escorted out. Sure this’ll be a PR nightmare for the two of you, but it’s very much worth it. He’s calling an uber the second the two of you step outside, he’s still got an arm wrapped around you with his hand still very much on your ass. Pulling you closer to him so he can get right back to making out with you.
BAKUSQUAD TRAIN THATS SO REAL😭 im also in my Eiji Era but i can’t help but imagine him pounding into you while you’re going at it in doggy, stretching you to your limits because he’s a fuckin TANK. And at the same time Katsuki’s cock is so deep in your throat, your eyes are watering from being so full🤤 IM IN HEATTTTTT
Also hi bb Cinna I hope you’re doing okay🥰
-🥀
oh god i’m wet
“bakugo man let her breath.” kiri’s fingers dig into your hips the rhythmic shlick! shlick! shlick! louder than your gags as he fucks you
“i told her to breath through her nose.” katsuki pats the side of your cheek, watching the spit bubbles appear and pop as he fucks your face
you’re in fucking heaven being stretched and fucked, the lack of air, the pleasure. your body is humming, orgasms just bursting through you with little stars in your vision as you stare up at katsuki
you almost wish you could be out of your body to see them more clearly, especially when they kiss over you, but you wouldn’t want to give up being between them. when they both fill you and pull out of you, you croak.
a/n: i think i miss my wife - back to kiri and bkgsqd slop soon !
“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.
“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.
“c’mon pretty.” you purr.
“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.
“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”
“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.
“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.
you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.
“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.
“yes.” he squeezes your hips.
you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.
“ask.” you look down at him.
“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.
“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”
your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.
“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.
“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”
“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.
“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.
── ✶ before you read: 1.4k words ; female reader ; established relationship ; very unserious influencer reader ; pro hero katsuki ; fluff and banter ; masterlist.
based on this post and amira’s hilarious comment
“Get ready with me to dump my pro hero boyfriend!”
You grin into your phone camera as you prop it up against a bottle of moisturizer on the bathroom counter. Beside you, Katsuki is brushing his teeth. The brushing immediately stops. You watch as his eyes narrow at you through the mirror, stifling a giggle.
“The fuck did you just say?”
You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Hi, guys!” you continue cheerfully, waving at the camera. “Today I’m getting ready to break up with my pro hero boyfriend. Some of you might know him as Dynamight—”
“Is this some bullshit new trend online?” He crosses his arms, toothbrush hanging in his mouth as he looks at you unamused.
“—who I’m leaving because, unfortunately, he’s become a huge burden in my life, and I need to cut him loose.”
The toothbrush leaves his mouth, falling into the sink as he gapes, “What?”
You reach for a makeup sponge. “Normally, I would start with skincare, but he buys me the expensive stuff, and since I’m dumping him and won’t have his wallet anymore, I have to make it last. Can’t be wasting it on him, you know?”
“Hah?” he snaps, inching closer as he stares into the camera with furrowed brows. You easily ignore him.
“I’ve been meaning to break up with him sooner, but I just didn’t want to handle all the crying and stuff—from him, not me, just to be clear.”
“I’m not gonna fuckin’ cry over your stupid ass video—”
“Unfortunately, he’s a very emotional person. Very clingy, too.”
“I’m not clingy. You’re the one who spams me with texts while I’m on patrol!”
You dab concealer beneath your eyes as he defends himself against every accusation you make, and it becomes far too difficult to hide your laughter. You let out a soft giggle, and he throws you a very offended glare. (Yes, Katsuki is smart enough to know that this is a silly little joke on your part just to be funny. No, that does not stop him from treating this as a serious matter in which he has to protect his dignity. Lucky for you, that only makes for better views.)
“Now, some people might think breaking up with a pro hero wouldn’t be very smart for my brand, but luckily, mine is very easy to replace.”
“Easy to replace?”
You have to look away from him because the expression on his face is making it ten times harder to pretend to take this seriously, and you’re barely keeping a straight face. “There are lots of blonde men in the world, so I’m sure I’ll easily find someone else to fit the role.”
“Who the fuck are you gonna find better than me, huh?” He challenges, particularly irritated by that statement.
“As you can see, he’s already in denial.”
“Oi! Don’t ignore me!”
“Anger is the next stage of grief.”
The phone is grabbed before you can dab on your blush, and he spins you around, pinning you against the bathroom counter as he gives you a dirty look. You break into a fit of giggles, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose.
“Hi, baby,” you hum.
He raises a brow. “Don’t hi baby me, dumbass. You make sure you tell that camera that you’ll never dump your boyfriend and that there’s no other man—blonde or not—like him, and—”
You roll your eyes, hands cupping his cheeks as you pull him into a soft, slow kiss, cutting his words off effectively. He melts into you, kissing back as soon as your lips touch his, and you like to think that your silly idea only makes him kiss you a little more seriously. A little more meaningful, just to prove something.
“Don’t worry,” you peck the corner of his mouth, “I was just kidding. I’d never dump someone with pro hero money from the number five spot.”
— — — — —
“Get ready with me to get proposed to by my pro hero boyfriend!”
You beam at your phone camera from your vanity. Behind you, Katsuki is sprawled across the bed, one ankle hooked over the other, scrolling on his phone while sipping on his morning coffee. The coffee immediately goes down the wrong pipe.
He chokes, and a terribly strained coughing fit erupts from behind you. You almost feel bad for disrupting his peace on his day off—almost.
“Now, the proposal hasn’t been planned yet,” you explain to your hypothetical audience while reaching for your moisturizer, “but I’ve decided I want it to happen today.”
Another coughing fit. “What?”
“Katsuki, are you okay? You’re coughing a lot today. Do you have a cold?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, woman—what the fuck are you up to this time?”
You give him an innocent smile as you say, “Nothing!”
You’ve decided to keep this little game going for as long as you can—a new scheme whenever you can to keep him on his toes. Partially because you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his reactions, but partially because, truthfully, you think seeing a softer, more human side of Katsuki will do him some wonders in the public eye. And what sort of doting girlfriend would you be if you didn’t take your chances at helping his public image?
“Why do you keep lying to your audience through these stupid videos?” he demands.
You gasp. “Lying?”
“Yes, lying,” he gives you a flat look, eyeing you like you’re crazy for denying the accusation.
“Why would this be a lie?” You challenge. Then, dramatically, you gasp, clutching your chest in mock hurt as you hiss, “So are you saying that you don't want to marry me?”
“W-what? I didn’t fuckin’ say that—don’t put words in my mouth—”
“So, I guess this video is now becoming a get-ready-with-me to get dumped, because apparently Katsuki wants to break up with me because he fell out of love with me and found someone new. I think he’s been emotionally cheating on me with someone—a sidekick, I’d bet. Always trust your gut, ladies—your gut never lies.”
“Hah?! You—” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he exhales tiredly and gives you a dry look. “You know what, that’s right. M’fuckin’ dumping your ass.”
You clap a hand over your mouth dramatically. “Everyone cancel him!”
— — — — —
“Get ready with me to make out with my pro hero boyfriend!”
You beam at your phone camera yet again. But today, for the first time in the history of these videos, there is no Katsuki behind you that is staring at you in disbelief or glaring at you in irritation. Instead, Katsuki is sitting on the bed, looking up from his phone as a wide, smug grin spreads across his face.
“Finally,” he says, setting his phone aside. “You thought of a good one.”
You blink. “Wait—”
“No, no, you can’t take shit back now. You wanna make out with your pro hero boyfriend, so that’s what your video is gonna be, baby.”
“Katsuki—”
He stands, hastily walking over as he says in approval, “Now we’re talkin. I like this video idea.”
He materializes in front of you, easily grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you up before he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. His lips start peppering kisses up your throat and along your jaw as he works his way up to your lips. You melt against your will, giggling a little as you hiss (weakly), “Kats! We can’t…you can’t kiss me yet!”
“And why the fuck not, huh? You got some other boyfriend to kiss? Bring ‘im here, I can fight.”
“I have to get ready first,” you huff, shoving him lightly, “that’s the point of a get-ready-with-me? You have to wait till my makeup is done.”
“What’s the point in that?” He hums, pressing a soft, delicate peck to your lips before he murmurs, “s’just gonna be a waste of all your hard work when m’done with you, yeah baby?”
You shiver at the tone in his voice, pupils dilating as you stare at him. His eyes are twinkling with amusement as he gives you a wolfish grin, reaching over and locking your phone, and cutting the camera off from recording. This video might not end up getting posted at all, you think—this one might just break community guidelines.
bakugou who—quietly yearns for you ever since he laid his eyes on you, which became his favorite habit.
𖦹 content. k.bakugou x reader. fluff
Katsuki Bakugou liked to think he wasn’t the type of person who got distracted.
He trained harder than anyone else in Class 1-A. He didn’t waste time daydreaming. He didn’t stare out windows. He certainly didn’t spend entire lessons watching someone instead of paying attention.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
The problem was you.
Bakugou still remembered the first time he saw you. It wasn’t dramatic. No slow motion. No grand realization.
You had simply walked into class on your first day, looking mildly annoyed because your bag strap had gotten caught on the door handle.
Most people would’ve ignored it.
Bakugou didn’t.
And somehow, after that, he never stopped noticing you.
At first, it was accidental.
He noticed how you always arrived a few minutes early.
How you tapped your pencil against your desk whenever you were thinking.
How you scrunched your nose when reading difficult material.
How you secretly slipped snacks to Kaminari whenever he forgot breakfast.
Tiny things. Meaningless things.
Things he absolutely shouldn’t have remembered.
Yet somehow, they stayed.
Watching you became a habit.
Then the habit became his favorite part of the day.
He’d catch sight of you laughing with your friends in the hallway.
See you practicing your quirk after class.
Hear your voice across the training grounds.
And every single time, something inside him settled.
Which was incredibly irritating, because Bakugou Katsuki didn’t do feelings. Especially not whatever this was.
Unfortunately, his classmates were beginning to notice.
One afternoon, everyone was gathered in the common room.
You sat across the room, completely unaware.
Bakugou wasn’t even trying to stare.
He just happened to glance up.
And then glance up again. And again. And maybe a fourth time.
“Bro.” Kirishima’s voice cut through the silence.
Bakugou frowned. “What?”
Kirishima looked between him and you.
Then back at him. “Oh.”
Bakugou immediately hated that tone. “Oh what?”
Kaminari suddenly sat up. “What? What happened?”
Kirishima pointed. At him. Then at you.
Bakugou’s stomach dropped. “No.”
“Oh my god,” Kaminari gasped.
“NO.”
“You like her!”
“I DON’T.”
“You’ve been staring at her for fifteen minutes.”
“I HAVE NOT.”
“You literally smiled.”
The room went silent.
Bakugou froze. “…What?”
Kaminari looked horrified. “Dude.”
Kirishima looked equally shocked. “Dude.”
Bakugou’s eye twitched. “What are you idiots talking about?”
“You smiled.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
“I DID NOT.”
“You looked at her like she just won the Sports Festival.”
Bakugou felt heat crawl up his neck.
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
He was careful. Nobody was supposed to notice.
Unfortunately, at that exact moment, you looked up.
Your eyes met his.
For one terrible second, neither of you looked away.
Then you smiled. A small one. Soft and warm.
Only for him.
And Bakugou forgot how to breathe.
Across the room, Kaminari slammed both hands over his mouth.
Kirishima looked like he was witnessing history.
Bakugou immediately stood. “I’m leaving.”
“You’ve got it bad.”
“SHUT UP.”
He stormed out of the common room while laughter erupted behind him.
But as he walked away, one thought lingered stubbornly in his mind.
Because for all his efforts to hide it—
for all the years he’d spent pretending not to care—
You run into your mom's ex right before your older sister's wedding, the golden child of the family. You never could stand him when he was around the brief few years he dated her, and nothing's changed now. The fact is you never fit into your mom's bougie, country club life, you're a hot mess and the black sheep of the family, so.... what better way to solidify that position than to get shitfaced drunk and let her ex fuck you in a bar bathroom? There won't be any problems from that when you all head to that wedding... right?
pairings- mom's ex-boyfriend! sukuna x fem! reader
warnings - MDNI - Kuna is 35, reader is 25, messy dynamics, This chap is all sex lmao, reader has mommy issues like a mf - literally Kuna has us crawiling, LOTS of praise, fingering, fking, creampie, possessive, soft dom kuna, bratty reader - and overall freaked out, both of them are damaged asfff </3
this is fully finished, I'm sharing here weekly (six parts) <3
art in the divider is by my sweet, talented mootie @winterrbluess so go follow her rn!
<<<chap two
chap three
“You’re on time,” you glare up at him, as he checks the expensive Rolex on his watch, lips quirking up. “Good girl.”
Fuck him.
Literally, you’re going to fuck him.
Jumping on him with your arms around his neck, dragging the stupidly tall man down to you. He moans, an arm around your waist, taking you over, pressing you against the door that he quickly shuts. Your tongues fight for dominance, slipping and melding together, saliva dripping all messy.
Your core tightens as you feel his strength, feel the cold door pressing against your shoulder blades, breaths coming in quick little pants as he drinks you in, tilting his head and swallowing your desperate little cries. You hate how much you enjoyed him rubbing your hair earlier under that table, how him praising you filled some fucking void deep down.
How you want more, when he pulls back, red eyes bright and lidded, his sooty pink lashes lowering as he studies your lips, brushing his thumb across them. “You love that, huh?”
“Shut it,” you don’t admit a damn thing, when he reaches a hand and brushes your hair back gently, you tremble at the touch. “The fuck are you doing?”
“What you need,” his voice is dark and husky, grabbing your hair at the nape now, tugging it and looking down at you far too intimately. “Wanna be told what a good girl you are, don’t you?”
“I came here to fuck,” you whisper, trying not to show how badly he’s affecting you, your hands gripping his soft sweater he’s got on that looks far too good on him. “Maybe I like it okay?”
“You love it,” he kisses your lips now, hand loosening its grip and slipping down the curve of your spine. “Mmm, do you want to be good for me?”
“Fuck you - ah!” Sukuna gently smacks your cheek, shocking you with the sting, then he soothes it, smirking down at you as he watches your mouth drop open.
“No talking back,” he murmurs, thumb running soothing circles. “Admit that you want it, me to praise you for being good.”
You curse softly, shutting your eyes, thighs shifting. “You on some weird dom daddy kink?”
“No, you have mommy issues, huh brat?” He tilts his head. “Look at me.”
Your eyes flutter open, you swallow then, shifting a bit, hand gripping his shirt even tighter, the very room too small suddenly, like he’s completely filled it. “I’m looking at you.”
“Good, now answer me, you want me to, hmm?”
You nod again, he lets you go, leaving you touching your chest, feeling your racing heart fluttering, breaths coming in shaky little pants. He walks over towards the bed where the settee sits at the end of it, sitting with his legs spread wide under black slacks, leaned back. You watch him carefully, setting your purse down off your shoulder on the black nightstand.
The suite has one of those insane air conditioners that leaves the room freezing with the soft whir of the air, but all you can think of is how hot you are in that moment, how your entire body reacts to his gaze like a physical touch. “What, you want me to suck you again? You liked it.”
He chuckles at you, trying to be so tough – he knows you’ve had to be, but he sees that damage in your fucking soul, the one that matches his damn near. The kind you get from being told you’re not good enough for so many years when you’re just ‘different’. And he wants to fix it in you, what he still couldn’t fix fully in his thirties, even if it’s to show you how fucking perfect you are for a couple days.
“Come here, now.” His command is met with a little laugh, shaking your head and crossing your arms.
“You’re telling me-”
“On your knees, crawl to me.”
“Oh fuck no,” you turn and grab for your purse, one hand on the door knob. “I am not your level of freak, Sukuna.”
“No, you’re a perfect girl for me,” you tense again, hands clutching the purse and knob for dear life, pulse fluttering as your body ebbs and flows with him. “You’re going to be, at least, when you listen.”
“You can’t be serious,” you set the purse down and look back, Sukuna’s dead serious though, eyes dilated, a firm set to plump lips, tapping his thigh just a bit. “You want me to crawl?”
“I want you to listen, brat, can you?” You worry your lower lip, walking instead, until he halts you with a hand up. “Knees, show me you can listen.”
“I better get some good head for this,” you almost make him laugh, you’re so fucking cute when you sink to your knees, scooting closer on the suite floor, until you’re between his spread thighs. “There, good enough?”
“You’re listening,” he brushes your hair back again, your thighs press together with pressure, with ache and need, gasping out from the soothing touch. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
Your heart hammers in your chest. “Sukuna…”
“You are,” your lip trembles, as he keeps brushing your hair back, leaning forward just a bit, your head on his lap now. “And your mom is a jealous bitch.”
“You just want another blow job,” you mumble, but his words hit their mark, your hands gripping his thighs over the material, coming even closer.
“You’re going to make me proud tonight, yeah?”
Fuck.
You take a breath, nodding and letting him stroke your hair some more, soothingly, whispering your name softly, you look up at him when he cups your cheek, exhaling. “You’re being nice.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you nice,” he leans forward, tilting your chin up with two fingers now, studying you. “You want me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? So you can’t think?”
“Yes,” you usually have some attitude to your voice, but he’s doing too much, it’s what you need, what you crave. “I want it.”
“Look at you,” he eases you up by your throat almost gently, long tattooed hand wrapping it, making you whine out. “Stand up and take your top off.”
“You’re being bossy tonight, but I’m horny enough to go with it,” he just studies you far too seriously, you tremble when you slip up your top, throwing it on the floor behind you, baring yourself aside from a lacy bra. “What next, dom daddy huh?”
He should chuckle, but you don’t need that – he can see what you need and it’s glaringly apparent. He leans forward, grabbing his glass of whiskey off the little side table, putting it to his lips, eyes darkening as he sits back and watches you. “Take the bra off, lemme see those pretty tits without it.”
You reach around to your back, unhooking the clasps, letting it fall down to your ankles, breasts bouncing free – ones he barely saw that night. His hands tighten down on the glass, his heart racing at the sight of how fucking pretty they are, your nipples just begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.
“I’m gonna leave those bruised,” he says softly, sipping his drink again like nothing happened, looking at your flushed cheeks and glittery eyes. “I’m gonna leave you so sore you can’t sit, so full of my cum you have it dripping out at that wedding.”
You whine out and step forward, and he holds up a hand, frustrating you further. “Sukuna, just fuck me.”
“We’ll get there,” you roll your eyes and he finally smirks a bit behind his glass. “Has no one ever told you what to do?”
“No one, you’re lucky your dick is so big, or I’d bounce out of here,” you cross your arms a bit over your body.
“Arms down, take off the skirt.”
You feel a little exposed when you do that, just left in a pair of lacy panties and nothing else, but you keep your arms down, just standing there as he downs the rest of his whiskey, adam’s apple bobbing. You’ve never felt just so naked than in that moment, as his eyes devour you and damn near worshiping you, he sets the glass down with a gentle clip, just a bit spilling down his chin.
“Come clean me up, pretty little slut,” you scoff, but you’re walking towards him, cupping his face and leaning down, lapping at his jaw with your tongue and tasting the sweet bourbon, exhaling when his big hands grip your bare waist. “Let me see you.”
You’re quiet, it’s not like you, but you want to listen to him, want him to tell you what to do, to praise you when you listen, which he does by running his hands up to your waist, gripping under your breasts. He moans, kissing across each one hungrily, until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, tugging you between his spread thighs.
“Mnh!” Your hands entangle in his locks now, while he guides you to sit on his thigh, straddling it – your cunt dripping against the cotton gusset of those panties, making them sticky against your cunt. You shift, so needy, it feels too good.
“Go ahead, hump it like a desperate little whore,” his words give you fucking whiplash. “Tits so perfect.”
“Are y-you bipolar or fucking insane?” You manage to whisper, earning a sharp smack to your thigh. “Ah!”
“Both,” he admits, voice husky. His eyes are dangerous when they look up at you again, tongue long while it laps your puffy nipple. “Are you asking me if I’m mentally damaged like you?”
“Maybe,” you’re moving without consciously thinking, rolling your hips and gasping out. “I’m not doing this because you said so.”
“Of course you are,” you glare again, but you’re lost in how good his thigh feels. “Like a desperate bitch in heat.”
You smack the fuck out of Sukuna’s cheek.
He grins.
He is psychotic.
“Cute,” he murmurs, gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back, standing with you like that and his other arm lifting you. He walks behind you now, guiding you to the bed. “Go on, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”
“Call me a bitch again and I’ll bite your dick,” he chuckles, but it’s a dark sound, lips on your ear as his lips brush your ear.
“On the bed.”
You crawl onto it, trembling and aching, he exhales at the sight of you like this, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Panties down.”
“You’re annoying, did you do this with mom?” You taunt, slipping them down your thighs and peering back at him, lips parted with desire, seeing him shirtless now – it’s been years, you were barely out of high school when he dated her.
“No,” his soft answer surprises you, his shirt falling and revealing those chiseled muscles, cut completely, strong pecs and thick muscled biceps with black tattoos following the angles of his body. Your cunt is visibly soaked, he moans at the sight of it, undoing his belt. “She wasn’t good for me, but you are, hmm?”
“You love to hit my issues,” you bury your face against the blanket, hearing the click of the metal buckle, the weight of it falling and landing on the soft carpet below. “Next you’ll tell me to call you 'daddy.'”
“You probably will, but just because you’re fucked up,” you scoff, going to push up on your hands, when he slides two fingers down your dripping slit, and shoves your head back down into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I love how fucked up you are.”
“Ah!” He’s shoved two thick long fingers, nails painted black but blunt as not to hurt you, instead you just feel all the pressure, whining out and soaking his hand, thighs trembling violently. “Ngh…”
“You’re soaked already, huh? Why don’t you show me how much you can really arch that ass, brat,” he smacks each ass cheek hard, pressing up on your spot and blinding you with the intensity. “Listen and be good.”
You arch up high, pressing your hips up, earning his groan of satisfaction, as he starts working you with two fingers, you feel the heaviness of his thick cock hot against your thigh. He presses his lips between your shoulder blades, trailing hot lips across your skin, burning it, making you grip his fingers tighter.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he whispers out, biting at your shoulder as he sinks his fingers deeper into your cunt, so long they almost hit your cervix, so intense you feel that pressure. “Gonna ruin you for anyone, how about that? No one will make you fucking squirt, you’ll just picture me.”
“Psycho,” he chuckles again, but you’re arching higher, pressing your hips back against his fingers, desperate for more of it, turning your face to meet his ruby red gaze. “You’re the one who’s gonna be ruined, can’t handle my pussy can you?”
He scoffs, curling his fingers inside you and pressing that spot over and over, scissoring them in and out of your cunt. “So fucking messy, hear how loud your needy cunt is?”
“Then fuck me already!” His laugh is gonna make you lose it, your hands clinging to the blankets. “God, put it in.”
“We’ll get there,” he’s yanked his fingers out now, running them up and down your slit, teeth biting even harder on your neck, groaning as he feels your slick start to just drool out of your hole, spreading you wide. “Fuck, look at your pretty cunt, ass arched for me.”
You’re shivering and twitching as he toys with you, before he starts scissoring them so fast you can’t take it, gasping and screaming out against the blankets your cheek is pressed against, shaking with need – deep and hot. “Sukuna… will you just fuck me, god…”
“Always so fucking mouthy,” he’s not stopping at all, one big hand pressing the small of your back, his heavy weight on you, fingers relentless as you feel so much pressure you can’t take it. “Gonna squirt all over the bed, aren’t ya? Your mom never did that you know, guess her daughter is sluttier than her.”
“Fuck off,” you’re so into it that it’s concerning, and he’s groaning as he feels gummy walls flutter, so he grins, honing in on it.
“Prettier.”
“Psycho...” You’re eating it up, the mix of his praise with his rough fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot over and over, your head falls back, shaking with the need he’s building.
“Tighter,” you grip him in response as he leaks precum in messy white strings down to the bed beneath you both, a hand landing on one side of your face as he arches his forearm just so. “Go ahead, make a fuckin’ mess, you want to don’t you? Do better than she does.”
“You’re a dick, I swear I hate you… ah!” You’re about to lose all your sense the way he talks, his mean whisper in your ear tickling the skin, heavy body leaned over your back, working relentlessly and mean in your hole.
“You are better, already,” you curse him internally, looking at him with lidded eyes as he kisses up your neck.
“Please…”
“Please what? Tell me what you want, slutty little brat.”
“You,” you gasp, arching your back higher, so much your spine curves perfectly, ass pressing against him, the sounds of his fingers fucking filthy. “I w-want you.”
“Then cum.”
“Not l-listening to you - ngh!” Sukuna curls them meanly, and you’re doing just as he said, squirting and making a mess, pouring down his hand, the sight so perfect he audibly groans. “F-fuck, fuck, fuuuck…”
It’s the only word you can come up with, eyes rolled back in your skull, struggling to cling to anything with how sensitive you are. Sukuna moves his fingers still, but slower, like he wants to elicit every drop.
“You love hearing how much better you are than her,” his words make you angry, teeth sinking into your neck with his sharp ass canines, still massaging that spot when he pulls back, licking the teeth indentations and making you jerk. “Damaged little girl, you made such a mess again.”
“Mnh…” You’re done arguing, you just want his cock inside you. “In me, please…. Please…”
“Beggin’ for me? Ah, what a good girl,” he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers slowly, knowing how much you love it now, using it sadistically. The noise of his thick fingers pulling out of your suctioned little hole are messy, he looks at them and sees them coated, moaning. “Look at that.”
He tugs your head up by the nape of your neck, cupping your face, seeing the marks from the bed and tears down your cheeks. You’re so pretty like that it makes him fucking ache in ways he sure isn’t going to admit or acknowledge fully just yet, how can he even articulate how badly he wants you, needs you?
He wants you to feel perfect.
“Taste how sweet your pussy is,” he murmurs, putting his fingertips to your lips, running them over until they’re glossy. “You know you wanna listen t’me, huh? Open.”
You open eagerly, a woman who’s not been submissive a day in your life, no you ride dick, you suck it and relish on making men cum quick, yet right now you just want to let him rail every thought out of your head. You suck your mess off his fingers, dripping with gossamer strands of slick, whining out as his eyelids lower, and you feel his heavy, thick cock against your back.
“That’s it, you’re listening so well,” he cooes those words, knowing they’re making their mark, he kisses your cunt off you with messy strokes of his tongue, groaning and dragging you against him, cock fucking between your thighs, barely brushing up and down your slit. “God, I could cum like this.”
“N-no, in me…” He sighs, kissing you once more, swapping your flavor across your taste-buds.
“You’ve been good, so I’ll give it to you, greedy little slut,” you’re shaking in need when he presses you forward again. “You can arch more, c'mon.”
“Want me to break my spine!? J-just put your dick in me…” You grumble, he’s exhaling as he spreads your cheeks, your puffy lips drooling and already twitching, waiting for him inside you.
“Just like that,” Sukuna grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the meat of your flesh as he presses the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance, sucking him in already. He groans, pressing forward slowly, inch by inch like he wants to just torture you, stretching you wide. “You feel s’good grippin’ me like that, like you’re trying to fucking milk me.”
You gasp out – already so sensitive from squirting, from his fingers stretching you, now he is easing more and more inside you, when you want all of him. “More, f-fuck…”
“Cunt is slutty,” he huffs, spreading your ass cheeks again to eye that puckered tiny hole right above where his cock is stretching you out, groaning softly. “Take more if you want it, huh?”
You listen, pressing back against him, your eyes squeezed shut as arousal slips down your legs, making his heavy balls thwap with every stroke. He spits a stripe of bubbly saliva down to your ass, slipping his thumb and making you tense, he chuckles all husky, pressing in deeper, and it feels too fucking good, him sinking deeper, your head falls back as you scream out.
“That’s something I didn’t do with mommy dearest,” he murmurs, you breathlessly giggle, looking back over your shoulder, while his cock starts to move inside your walls, the thumb stretching your other hole with a sweet burn.
“Stop making me like you,” your whisper earns his smirk again. “You’re not getting in there.”
“I’d ruin this little hole,” he muses, sinking more and more of that cock through your small little cunt, watching how pretty it looks as it disappears inside of you, exhaling. “Look at you.”
His words hit, even with the strokes going a little faster, he’s still not shoving it all, making you cry out – “more” – and that’s when Sukuna gives it to you.
“Yeah, need me to bottom out, bratty little slut?” He is filling you completely now, you scream hoarsely, as he starts pressing against your cervix, one hand on your hip, the other entangled in your hair. “Beg me to move then.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll stay right here.” You hate his dumb ass power play, his push and pull, addictive like the cock splitting your drippy wet cunt open. “Aw, you’re so cute, wiggling around like that.”
“Sukuna!”
“Beg,” he leans low, tugging your head up now, buried deep inside you but completely unmoving, his breath hot against your neck. “Beg for me to ruin your pretty little cunt.”
You huff, and you hate his dumb grin and slutty raised eyebrows, you want to smack his face as much as you want his cock to ruin you, shaking your head instead, earning a sharp thrust that hurts. You’re arching and trying to make him move, but he’s got you pinned down, arms wrapped so tightly you can’t breathe.
“Little brat, needed to learn manners, but mom was too much of a bitch, huh?” You’re nodding desperately, letting Sukuna take you over, your mind, body, cunt all reacting to him in an insanity. “Beg.”
“Please…” You say it through gritted teeth, his satisfied groan echoes as he kisses you, wrapping all around you even tighter.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling back slowly before thrusting deep again, drawing a sharp cry from your swollen lips, your nails pressing into his thighs as he fucks you up on his knees, shoving you back down. “Like you’re made for it.”
Sukuna’s hands slide up your back, pressing you down into the mattress hard again, arching your spine impossibly higher to where you feel it’ll break. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, each one making you weak, dizzy, shaking as he moves with his hips slamming, the smacks and wet noises mingling with cries muffled against the soft blankets.
“Takin’ me better than she could.”
The mention of her sends a jolt through you, so sharp and filthy. You are whimpering, clenching around his thick invasion, wanting more. His fingers tighten on your hips, leaning over you, the weight pressing you down. He wraps a hand around your throat, turning your chin to face him now, eyes gone completely black, his cheeks flushed with the same shade as his hair.
“I’ll fuck every insecurity away,” he whispers, and that’s when it’s too much, his big hand choking gently, tilting you up for a kiss, prone over you now. It’s so intimate it takes your breath, your other hand entwining under his as he moves his cock in your gummy walls. “Shouldn’t have any, fuck her for that.”
“You are fucking me,” he smirks and you giggle, tears pricking your eyes from pleasure and something deep you don’t want to admit. “What would she say?”
“Something bitchy, but I’d let her know you’re tighter, wetter, prettier –” You start shattering then, and he sucks in a breath, orgasm so intense it’s pushing him over the edge, watching your face contort in pleasure. His hand tightens just a bit, kissing and whispering against your lips. “Damaged little thing.”
“Mnh…” You’re lost now, pushed off the edge, he’s dragging his cock head against your spot again, eliciting more and more pleasure, pulsing inside you.
“Gonna cum so deep, fill you all up, slutty little girl she wants it so bad, to be filled by me huh?”
You’re done lying, you just nod and Sukuna pumps you full as promised, so much it’s already falling out, his groans drank by your lips, choking you so hard you’re hardly able to keep conscious. Huge hands on a delicate neck, thick lengthy cock ruining your little hole, he’s just so big everywhere, even his body on you.
“Took all that cum, huh?” He’s taunting you later when you’re slumped over, and he’s stroking your spine gently, pressing kisses up sweat soaked skin. “Think you gripped me more when I brought her up.”
You don’t say anything, not when he tugs you into his hold even though you were going to try to leave, you instead let him hold you, mind racing, it feels too good in his arms, dripping his cum out in trickles down a muscled thigh, rough hands seemingly gentle and soothing.
“You did such a good job for me,” he says, maybe to be sexy or tease, but it’s overwhelming, as you bury your face, tears slipping.
You’re crying then, and rather than make fun of you as you expect, he lets you, holding you tight and kissing your lips, and you realize then it’s not just sex, as much as you fucking wish it was. When he’s holding you and you’re trying to catch your breath, and soon you’re curled next to him, eyes heavy, cheek resting on his hot chest with his slow, thudding heartbeat.
"Too much?" He asks then, concern in his gaze, but you shake your head.
"No. Not at all..." You lean up just a bit, fingers idly moving across his chest. "It was just intense."
"Yeah..." He breathes out those soft words, unsure of what too say, swiping your tears and studying you.
"I should go,” you yawn and say, eyes heavy. Sukuna is used to telling women to leave or at least not caring if they do. “I have a bunch of shit to do tomorrow, and the bachelorette party.”
“Yeah, gonna have some male stripper on you?” You look up, he swipes at dried up tears now. “Little crybaby.”
“Shut up,” you lean up a bit, hair falling like a curtain down the side of your face, exhaling as you drink in the sight of him. “Would you be mad if I did?”
“Nah, why would I be?” He’s tense though, your eyes locked on each other, breaths mingling together – his whiskey, yours something sweet he can’t quite place. It’s just you.
He’d hate someone on you.
“Well I’ll get a good lap dance then,” you’re so mean to him, really, he scowls as you giggle. “Maybe I’ll get drunk, it’s kinda my M.O.”
“Yeah, fuck what they think,” he brushes a hand through your locks now, carefully studying you.
“That’s sweet?”
“You’re worse than they know.”
“Sukuna!” He’s chuckling now, dragging you down for a kiss, moaning as you bite the fuck out of his lower lip, his cock already twitching, still sticky from you.
“You are,” his big hand slips down the curve of your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’re fucking your ‘almost former stepdad’ you know.”
“Almost former,” you snort, bulling back and seeing his lower lip is swollen. “I should do worse, fuck an actual one.”
“Yeah, you’re slacking really as the family disappointment,” he teases, and suddenly it’s quiet. “I could give tips.”
You blink in confusion, and watch as Sukuna’s jaw sets a bit, his hard body tensing. “You? Don’t you run the family company and do insane business? Like you’re rich.”
“Yeah, I’m rich…” the tone in his voice is clear, your heart aches for him in that moment, you know it’s dangerous to care for something that is so fleeting. “Doesn’t mean I’m not also a family disappointment.”
“Well… forget this okay?”
“Forget what, brat?”
You cup his face gently, leaning low, lips brushing against his, big hands wrap your waist tightly. “You’re far from disappointing, in any way at all, the opposite of it.”
It’s quiet, the two of you looking at each other, vulnerable and open, like you both have opened some small little part of your damaged souls. He says nothing in response, just eyeing you instead, tugging you against his hot body until you feel so overheated, so dizzy and weak, every inch of you reacting to him.
“Want me to forget you saying that?” His voice is hoarse and rough, you look down then, sighing and shaking your head.
“No, just forget I’m being nice, and I’ll forget you are…”
“Nice huh? Just wrecked your cunt,” you flush at that, glaring again. “There’s the mean little scowl.”
“I need to go…”
“No.”
“No!?” He yanks you on him now, your hands land on his chest, thighs straddling his lower abdomen, pressing against either side as you drip cum, it pools down under his belly button, slick against the soft pink hair until it’s shimmering and flat. “Sukuna, I should get back.”
“Not done with you,” he lifts you like you’re nothing, lining his tip up with your sore hole, using all his cum sliding out to press in with ease, but you cry out at the sharp sting, walls rubbed raw already. “Can’t take another round, huh?”
“I c-can,” you never back down from a challenge, he can’t help but smirk as you try to take him, and he watches his veiny cock split you apart, bulging your tummy with his size. He groans at the sight, lifting you up and down, making your head fall forward, arms shaking. “Ngh!”
“Can’t even move? Pathetic little girl,” he’s murmuring it like a caress, lifting and dragging you down until he bottoms out as much as he can, you’re gushing and clenching him, taking shaky little breaths that come out in pants. “Need me to use you like a toy, a cocksleeve huh? Fuck doll, that’s what you are.”
“Use me,” he moans as you whisper it.
“Lean forward.” You effortlessly obey, making him smirk, as he puts the flats of his feet on the mattress and slams up, grabbing your ass and using you. “Listening finally.”
“Fuck off…” He chuckles, but you’re both whimpering when he moves. “Oh… Sukuna…”
God when you say his name he loses it.
“That’s it, lemme use you till I cum,” he’s groaning out, while you cling to his neck, kissing your lips brutal just like his grip on your ass, bruising and leaving fingerprints while his cock wrecks your sore cunt. “Can’t help yourself, so cock thirsty, huh?”
“Sh-shut up - ah!” Sukuna slams his cock deep, you whimper at the pain and pleasure of nine inches splitting you open, burying your face against his neck as he just grins psychotically.
That’s when the door knocks.
“Shit…” You curse, panicking, but he drags you back down, your eyes narrow at him. “Let go, what if it’s-”
“Ryo…”
It’s your mom.
“Shit, shit, shit…” He’s grumbling now, shoving up one more time, smirking at your fucked out face. “Yeah?”
“Can I come in?”
“I’m kinda tired…” He manages not to groan, still fucking into your cunt, hole gripping him so tightly it’s already milking him for his cum, pumping hot and throbbing, while white streaks are already slipping down.
“Just a minute, I needed to ask a favor.”
“Fuck… I gotta hide you, slutty brat. What will mom say?” You laugh breathlessly, easing weakly off him, cunt throbbing. Sukuna catches sight of it all slippery and messy, falling down his length, he softly moans.
“Ryo?”
“Just a second,” he throws you down, lapping a messy stripe up your slit, you slam a hand on your mouth, sensitive and writhing. “Fuck, taste us together…”
“Sukuna!” You’re whispering and crying out as he devours you.
“Huh?” You hear her voice and slam your mouth shut.
“Mnh, nothing… hold on…” He slurps more of his cum up, leaning over you now and spitting it in a mouth he doesn’t even have to ask to open, he just grips your jaw and you do it. “Good girl.”
“Better not call her that,” you whisper with a glare, he chuckles and kisses you messy. “I’ll hide in the bathroom, if I hear you two fuck…”
“You think I would?” He raises a brow, making you flush. “Think I’d kiss her with your cum all over my mouth? Filthy brat.”
“I didn’t think that!?” You shove at him, grabbing your clothes and purse just in case, even your shoes, running to the bathroom as he smirks at you, throwing on some pants quickly. “Put on a shirt, whore.”
He snorts and grabs one, as you hide in the bathroom, heart racing at the panic of being caught, hearing your bitch mom’s voice at the door.
Just how were you getting out of this?
hehe the full version is already on Patreon but I am converting this story fully to here - so l will be posting all of the chaps here every week <3
Summary: Sukuna is tired of seeing his favourite bartender upset over her bum ass boyfriend
“Whiskey,” Sukuna said, dropping into his usual stool, the seat with the best view of you while you worked. “The expensive one please.”
“You don’t tip enough for the expensive one,” you teased.
A low laugh rumbled from him. “There she is.”
The bar was quieter tonight; rain against the windows, old rock humming from the speakers, neon signs buzzing dimly overhead. The kind of night that dragged exhaustion into your bones.
Sukuna watched you the whole time. He wasn’t subtle about it either.
“You look annoyed sweetheart,” he said.
“I’m working, so duh.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
You slid the drink toward him. “Maybe drink instead of psychoanalyzing me.”
He took a sip without breaking eye contact.
“Boyfriend piss you off again?”
Your jaw tightened for half a second and that smug bastard noticed.
“Mm.” He leaned back on the stool. “So that’s a yes.”
“He forgot to pick me up after my shift yesterday.” You regretted saying it immediately.
Sukuna snorted. “Again?”
“He was busy,” you broke eye contact knowing Sukuna can read you like a book.
“Let me guess; he was drunk or out partyin.”
Silence.
Because he was.
You started wiping down an already clean section of the counter just to avoid answering the question.
Sukuna tilted his head slightly, tattoos shifting against his sharp cheekbones as he studied you.
“You make excuses for him a lot.”
“Yeah… sometimes that’s what it’s like being in a relationship, also you don’t even know him.”
“I know enough.” Another sip. “Saw him in here last week hanging off some blonde in a red dress.”
Your stomach twisted. “He wasn’t—”
“He was.”
You hated that he noticed everything. Hated that some reckless little part of you liked being noticed by him, that it felt like he cared.
“You know,” he continued casually, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “if I had my girl waiting for me after her long shitty shift, I wouldn’t forget her…definitely not if it was you.”
Your hands paused. “Sukuna—”
“No, really.” He leaned forward now, elbows resting on the counter. “I’m trying to figure out what exactly this idiot offers that’s worth all this disappointment.”
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“That didn’t answer the question.”
Heat crawled up your neck. He grinned slowly when he noticed.
God, that grin was dangerous.
“You work double shifts,” he continued. “You remember his birthday, your anniversary, probably his coffee order too.” His eyes dragged over you lazily. “Meanwhile he can’t stay sober long enough to pick you up on time.”
“You’re drunk right now.”
“I barely finished my first drink…but even drunk I could never forget such a pretty face.”
That shouldn’t have affected you.
But then he reached across the counter — slow enough for you to pull away if you wanted — and placed his hand over yours.
The touch felt unfairly warm.
“I’m serious,” Sukuna murmured. “You keep wasting yourself on men who don’t know what to do with you.”
Your breath caught. His thumb brushed against your pulse.
“I would.”
Your breath hitched, and you pulled your hand away slightly; shocked by Sukuna’s confession.
“Think about it sweetheart,” he said tapping your hand lightly before pulling away to pay for his drink.
your thighs are shaking on either side of his head, hips jerking desperately against his mouth as you ride his face. his hands are sliding up and down your sides and all over your front to tweak and pull your nipples. his red hair is flared out on the bed as he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes as he sucks your clit into his mouth.
“ngh fuck kiri!” you circle your hips.
he groans and licks down to your pussy and shoves his tongue in. your toes curl and you squeal, shaking your hips on his tongue, rubbing your clit right against his nose.
he slurps at you like you’re water and he’s dehydrated, shaking his head, hands sliding down and spanking you softly to spur you into riding him harder, faster. when you cum he holds your hips down and fucks his tongue into you, sucking out all of your juices you have to offer.
“kiri! kiri i- hah! lemme-”
“what do you want pretty girl?” he mumbles into your heat.
“wanna ride you.” you try to lift up.
“you are.” he leans up and licks a stripe up your center.
“no! i wanna ride you!” you reach down and yank his hair.
he chuckles, letting you up and you’re quick to shove his shorts down and grind yourself agaisnt his cock. he groans when you eagerly line him up, fingers digging into your hips as you start to sink down. you toss your head back, moan tearing from your lips as he stretches you open.
“easy baby.” he slows your movements. “not too fast.”
“please. kiri please.” you shimmy down another inch.
he lets you slide down another inch, grinning at the breathy whines spilling from your mouth. he holds your hips and guides you down, cooing at you as you take him fully. you take a minute to adjust before you start wildly humping against him, grabbing onto his hands that are gripping your waist.
“shit baby, slow down.” he pants, hips canting up to meet yours.
your pleasure is already tight in your lower belly, the burn in your thighs means nothing from the way kirishima rolls his eyes back with each sticky smack. he doesn’t care that he’s close he know when you burst around him he’ll fill you a second later shamelessly.
“fuck baby. take what you need.” he moans, blinking up at you with heavy eyes.
your pussy hugs him, coaxes more pre to slobber against your velvet walls. wet squelch’s and broken moans bounce off the bedroom walls as you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest and digging your nails in as you cum around him. he whines, cock twitching before he coats your walls with his cum.
“wanna- agh! wanna go again.” you collapse on his chest.
he rolls the two of you over and slowly starts to rock his hips into yours again.
You're on all fours, back arched deep as he fucked you from behind in a steady, punishing rhythm. The grip of his hands on your hips was tight, fingers digging into your skin while he drove into you over and over, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. You’d been taking it beautifully, moaning into the sheets, letting him control the pace. But tonight you wanted more.
Bracing your arms, you started pushing back against him, meeting every thrust with a roll of your hips. The second you started fucking him back, slamming your ass against his pelvis, taking him deeper, matching his rhythm, he let out a raw, broken groan. “Shit… baby,” he growled, voice thick with surprise and lust.
You didn’t stop. Every time he drove forward, you pushed back just as hard, fucking yourself on him like you couldn’t get enough. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, filthier. He stilled for a moment, letting you work yourself on him, savoring the way you were eagerly bouncing back. He loved it.
You could feel it in how much harder he got inside you, in the way his fingers flexed on your hips like he was barely holding himself together. “Fuck yes,” he rasped, voice low and rough. “That’s it… fuck me back. Just like that.”
Encouraged, you kept pushing, grinding, and slamming back onto him, giving as good as you got. He quickly matched your energy, thrusting harder, pushing into you deeper, one hand sliding up your back to grip your shoulder for leverage as the two of you moved together in a messy, desperate rhythm.
“God, I love when you fuck me back,” he groaned, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back, breath hot on your neck. “You feel so fucking good like this.”
The two of you kept moving like that — frantic, sweaty, and perfectly in sync, until your legs started shaking and his thrusts turned erratic. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt one last time, holding you tight against him as he came hard, your own orgasm crashing over you while you kept pushing back, milking every last drop from him.
Katsuki who’s dragged you to the bathroom in the middle of the night. To be fair, your friends were all sleeping on the floor of your dorm room, and you really didn’t wanna risk them hearing or seeing anything, the two of you can get pretty loud at times so it’s probably the best decision you could make. But the thought of it turns him on, the thought that your friends are literally on the other side of the door.
Katsuki who’s got you pinned against the door, your chest squished right up against it. He’s got you in a slight arch while his hands are resting on your hips, panties pushed to the side while he’s slowly thrusting into you, he’s teasing you, testing how far he can push you before you beg for more. Before you decide to say fuck it and let them hear. He really doesn’t have a pace set, it’s more of him pulling back when you try to sink down on him, only thrusting back in when he hears a little frustrated whine escape your mouth.
Katsuki who eventually slips a hand down around your hips, slowly sliding it down towards the panties you’ve still got on, slipping his hand inside to rub at your clit. When he finally decides to speed up with his pace you’re convinced that the others can hear you. There's a small thump against the door with every thrust, there's the sound of his hips meeting your ass, the slick only adding to it.
Katsuki who’s finding it so hard to try and keep quiet. The tight, wet heat between your legs is just sucking him in so well. His head is tucked into your shoulder and neck, he can hear every single whine and gasp leaving your mouth. He can hear snoring coming from the other side of the door, and the thought of one of them needing to use the washroom, only to find the two of you fucking inside, gets him so hard. Not that he wants them to see you, because he certainly doesn’t. That’s a sight he’d like to keep to himself.
Katsuki who can’t stop himself from spilling inside of you. Still not even bothering to try and pull out. He stills inside of you, the torment on your clit not stopping until a very audible whine leaves your mouth. One you two worry could’ve woken someone up. You don’t spend very long cleaning up, trying to hurry back in the event someone does actually wake up. Instead quickly leaving the washroom and hurrying back to your bed. Falling asleep in his arms, the evidence of your escapade still spilling out of you.
Katsuki who’s the first person awake in the morning, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you and everyone else to begin waking up. And everything’s going perfectly fine. Perfectly fine until Sero decides to open his mouth. “Did you guys hear that weird thumping last night?” “Yeah I did! It was so weird.” Neither of you can even look in their direction. But Kirishima knows; he was unfortunate enough to be awake through most of it…
can you do more about katsuki x his gf while they're both 3rd years?
Horny 3rd Year Katsuki
nsfw
part 1 Part 3
Katsuki who sneaks into your dorm every night after patrol. He knows exactly when the teachers do dorm sweeps, but honestly they’ve really started to give up lately. Horny teenagers are gonna do as they please. He ends up cuddled next to you all night, hopefully you’d convinced him to shower, otherwise he’s just covering your bedsheets in sweat. Although the two of you usually end up doing that regardless….
Katsuki who loves spending the weekend in the dorms. Because that usually means he’s spending it in you! Thankfully most students go home or out for a couple of hours, which gives you guys time to not have to care too much about the noise level, or the bed hitting the wall. You two aren’t forced to find a position that doesn’t rock the bed, you’re able to move as freely and aggressively as you please.
Katsuki who lounges around in your room in just his boxers. He makes sure the door is locked. Not that anyone walking in would see anything they haven’t before… If the weather is a bit cooler he’ll wear sweats with nothing underneath. He likes teasing you, he knows how much you like to stare at his dick, plus it gives you easier access to shove your hands down there.
Katsuki who’ll invite you into his dorm under the guise of doing homework. Both of you are very aware how it’ll end, and you’re more than prepared for it. He’ll have you face down ass up in his bed. With your face stuffed in the pillow, instead of some dirty talk he’s teasing you about whatever you were supposed to be studying, asking you questions while stalling just to watch you squirm and trying to wiggle back into him.
Katsuki who knows it's not safe, but he just loves going raw. The two of you are young and he really doesn’t see himself being with anyone else so why the hell not. The first time it happened was because the two of you ran out of condoms, but the two of you were just way too horny to care. The second time it happened was because it just felt so good the first time. And it was fine.. Until he stopped pulling out… which awoke something in both of you. Birth control exists..
Katsuki who spends his nights alone fantasising about your future. The place the two of you will move into together after school. Life as pros.. What it would be to defile every surface of that house together. The furniture you’d decorate with, what you’d look like naked and bent over said furniture. But what he’s most excited for is not having to sneak around, not that the two of you were hiding anything, everyone kinda already knew you two were insatiable; but the idea of being able to fuck whereever, whenever and not having to censor yourselves, that really turned him on.
hey girl!! can you do bakugo and reader making out in either of their dorms? they're 3rd years atp
Horny 3rd Year Katsuki
nsfw
Part 2 Part 3
Katsuki who’s got you sat up on his lap while the two of you are aggressively making out on his bed. This hadn’t been the plan, originally you’d gone to his room to study for an upcoming final. But clearly that wasn’t happening anymore. But you couldn’t really complain, this was much more engaging.
Katsuki who’s got an arm round around your waist. His hand groping your ass, squeezing way harder than necessary. His other hand is wrapped around the back of your neck. Not allowing you to escape the messy makeout session the two of you magically fell into.
Katsuki who’ll tighten his grip around your waist. Pushing you down into him while he’s busy grinding his hips up into you. He’ll only pull away from you to hear you moan, he’s addicted to the noises that you make. Addicted to hearing you whine his name. Addicted to hearing you beg for more. Beg for his dick.
Katsuki who’s grown so used to having to kick your friends out of your dorm, just for some alone time. He has to physically drag them out, just so he can get on top of you. He likes to push you down on your own bed, towering over you. He likes trapping you under his weight. Feeling you squirm beneath him, wiggling your hips up into his; it’s not even fully intentional on your end, but it turns him on just as much.
Katsuki who’ll shift his hips to just the right angle. Grinding his clothed dick into you, huffing into your ear as he slowly gets himself off. He loves making out with you in this position, you’ve really just gotta sit there and take it. And he knows you like it by the way you tug at the hair on the back of his head. How you moan into his mouth.
Katsuki whose tongue loves your mouth. He loves brushing his tongue against your lips until you give in and allow him entry. He loves how the act takes both your breaths away, how it leaves both of you so fucking horny. You get so fucking whiny when he does it.
Katsuki who totally forgot to lock the door. So two hours later, mid makeout session the two of you are completely unprepared for Mina to barge into your dorm unannounced. And she’s definitely not alone, Kiri, Denki, and Sero are right behind her. Getting a great view of the two of you. You lie flat on the bed while Katsuki’s body lays atop yours, they can see the way his hips are grinding into yours. And they definitely see him trying to shove his tongue down your throat. They can see how red and swollen both your lips are when the two of you pull away. And they can see just how red Katsuki’s face is as he chases them out all over again…
you're bending down to pick something up? he's right behind you smacking your ass with a semi already poking from his boxers. you're stretching your arms out & he gets a peak of your belly? he's squeezing your plump skin & practically humping your sides. you're just on your phone? yeah, he's pouncing on you & groaning against your ear about how sexy you look & you can feel the tent growing in his shorts.
though one thing that turns him on more than anything is when you let out those little, cute moans of yours. and they're never meant to be sexual. it's just those ones that come out when you're stretching sometimes, or when you're snuggling up against his broad chest & you let out a pretty little sigh. oh, don't even get him started when you whine & complain about something — those soft, sweet noises almost makes him burst.
you're cuddling him when you feel his large palm snaking down to your ass cheeks & just as you expect, he gives it a harsh smack! "ouchhhh~!" you whine, looking up at him with that adorable frown & pout on your face.
oh, that sound is just music to his ears.
"i'm hard now." he says. no shame. just palming himself through his boxer shorts as he squeezes your ass again.
". . that's all it took? such a perv." you（gently）slap his cheek, rolling your eyes at the fact that your boyfriend has no shame about this.
"what can i say?" he purrs, rolling you on to your back & going on top of you, his chubbed up length rubbing up against your thighs. his eyes rake over your sweet body, the scar on his lip curling up into that infamous smug smirk of his. "i just can't resist anything you do. and when you sound that pretty? yeah, can't blame a guy for acting this way."
you can't help rolling your eyes again . . & you kinda hate yourself that your panties are soaked from toji's 'gross' behaviour (¬_¬") ！
