roommate katsuki! who is the star player on the college basketball team…and the guy you also happen to share an apartment with.
roommate katsuki! who didn’t speak to you for the first couple of weeks except for an occasional ‘hey’ when you bump into each other late at night.
roommate katsuki! who steals your plush blanket from the couch, claiming it’s more comfortable to sleep with at night.
roommate katsuki! who starts waiting up for you every night, playing it off as watching game film or studying plays.
roommate katsuki! who gets a little too superstitious when one of his teammates come over and make it a point to speak with you. (or look, for that matter)
roommate katsuki! who has an insane attraction to you, but keeps it to himself in fear of making things awkward between you two.
roommate katsuki! who lied and told you he had someone coming over just for your reaction. only to be pissed off entirely when you don’t come home at all.
roommate katsuki! who insists on you coming to his next game. leaving you his away jersey to wear, name plastered in big, bold font across the back. letting everyone know who exactly gave it to you.
roommate katsuki! who would never admit he cares, but somehow your favorite food and drinks appear at your bedroom door after a rough day at work. “wonder what idiot did that.” he grumbles when confronted about where they came from.
roommate katsuki! who purposely leaves things in your room just for a reason to come back. whether it’s his charger, laptop, or even something such as his underwear he “accidentally” dropped while putting away your laundry.
roommate katsuki! who starts showing up after your shift at the campus cafe to bring you home. …just in case any of the dumbasses around get ideas and mistake you for theirs instead of his.
roommate katsuki! who walks in on you showering one night and doesn’t leave right away, eyes scanning over every crevice of your skin, even ones you can’t see yourself, before finally leaving with a small huff of “fuck. my bad.” and quickly slamming the door shut.
roommate katsuki! who spends days on end replaying the image of you in the shower, burned into the back of his brain. leaving no room for thoughts of basketball, classes, or anything else.
roommate katsuki! who finally loses all composure when he comes home late one night, completely and utterly exhausted from the day he’s had. only to find you in nothing but a small t-shirt and your very tight, very thin underwear.
roommate katsuki! who takes you right there. months of lingering tension finally easing with every snap of his hips. messy. filthy. but oh, such sweet things whispered into your ear.
roommate katsuki! who can’t get enough of you after that. every chance he gets, he’s touching you. kissing you. making love to you.
roommate katsuki! who sure as hell doesn’t remember why you ever had separate bedrooms in the first place.
an: this is way diff from my usual but i made an smau ab this on tiktok and felt this was needed as well so:))
You randomly met Mina Ashido and Toru Hagakure at a club and ever since then, it was history. You guys did everything together on your free days, shop, hangout and eventually, you met their friends, mostly male and ALSO pro hero’s.
Minas boyfriend, Eijirou and then Denki, Katsuki. Whenever you all hung out ‘Katsuki’ was always staring. Never spoke to you, but always staring. It was so so weird. If he wanted a bitch he could just say it??
You weren’t complaining tho, cause he was fineee. Ash blonde hair, silver brow piercing, plump lips and crimson eyes? ouweee he was nice to look at.
A few months later, you’d figure out why he was always looking at you. one stupid night you decided to get drunk with them and let him drive you home. Him pulling over in an empty parking lot so you could ride him was “definitely” by accident. And holy shit his dick was big, you could see why he always acting like a piece of shit. That dick hit allll the right spots. Pale, veiny, long, thick flushed tip with precum seeping out of it, long. and the best part was definitely him talking you through it. Groaning in your ear and mumbling about how he’s been waiting so long to fuck you—and his hand placement? He could not keep his hands off your ass. squishing. kneading, slapping and rubbing it, each cheek in each palm as he guided you up and down his thick cock. Of course you cried. Who wouldn’t? getting stuffed with such a big dick and hearing such dirty words just puts you in that mood.
and this became a habit. Him coming over to your place after a long day of hero work to ruin your shit, pumping loads of his hot, frothy cum into you before cleaning you up and taking care of you.
a/n: mechanic kats i love u - lowk longer than i thought it’d be
your hands are on your hips, lips pouted as you look at the man exasperated. he’s under your hood grunting, muscles flexing and when he comes up his hair is slicked to his forehead and he has a scowl.
“tch, sit down.” he glares at you. “staring at my back isn’t gonna fix your car faster, sweetheart.”
“and where do you want me to sit?” you cross your arms. “it’s dirty.” you huff.
“shoulda called you princess.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.
“and what should i call you.” you raise your chin.
“katsuki is fine.” he walks past you. “not gonna sit on this stool i take it?” he sighs.
“it’s like.. dirty.” you turn to him.
he shakes his head, wondering why he even answered the tow trucks call. you clear your throat and he pushes stuff around on his table, grabbing a towel and setting it down. he turns to you with raised brows and you mimic his expression. he pats the table and your eyes go wide.
“c’mon. i got you a towel and everything.” his lips twitch up. “or what.. need me to lift you up? hm?” he walks over to you.
“no.” you click your tongue and walk over to the table.
you look at the table with a frown, looking down at your skirt and sighing. you drag the stool over for you to step onto, placing yourself on the towel and keeping your feet propped up on the stool. you squint your eyes at him, daring him to make another comment but he just turns on his heel and goes back to your car.
“so how long is this going to take?” you sigh, pulling out your phone.
“don’t know.” he shrugs. “maybe if you got regular maintenance..”
you ignore his comment and begin to scroll on your phone, occasionally glancing at him every couple of minutes. the sound of metal being pulled and scraped, clangs throughout the garage accompanied by more of his grunting.
after an hour you’re completely bored of your phone and go back to staring at him. his back muscles ripple with each movement, the white tank he’s wearing clinging perfectly to his body, now sweaty and covered in oil and grease. he sets his tool down and turns to you suddenly, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm.
“what?” he leans back against your car.
“what do you mean, what?” you purse your lips.
“i mean..” he starts walking over to you. “why are you staring at me?” he stops in front of you.
“i’m bored.” you huff.
“mm.” he fake frowns. “why don’t you run into the shop and get me some water.”
“fine.” you sigh, though happy to be doing something.
you hold out your hand and he looks at you with raised brows. clearing your throat and extending it further, he grabs it and you hum, stepping down onto the stool and back onto the ground.
you smile up at him and pat his chest. “thanks.”
“you are a princess.” he clicks his tongue and walks back over to your car.
you walk into the main shop, it's dim and seems to be closed for the day. you look around spotting the cooler and smile when you spot the water. you grab one for yourself and turn to go back into the garage. when you step back in, your mouth goes dry and you stop in the doorway.
“thank you, princess.” he walks over to you.
his white tank is balled up on the floor, his muscles on full display, flexing with each step towards you. you’re staring at his chest, letting your eyes travel down to his abs and that delicious v line that disappears into his dark pants.
“my eyes are up here.” he tilts your chin up and you’re met with a grin.
“mhm.” you blink slowly up at him.
he takes off the lid of the water, taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact with you, even when some droplets drip down his neck. your tummy twists and you feel heat rise to your cheeks before you walk past him back to your spot. you climb up the stool and plop down on the table before looking at your car with a frown.
“what? don’t wanna stare at me anymore?” he chuckles.
“how much longer?” you glance at him.
“maybe an hour.” he shrugs.
he sets his water bottle on the ground next to him and goes back to working on your car. you can see every ripple and flex of his muscles, the little droplets of sweat that slide down his back. your thighs press together the longer you stare at him and you’re practically panting imagining him above you grunting and sweating like he is now.
“c’mere princess.” he turns to you.
“what?” you squeak.
“need you to come try to turn the car on so i can see what’s going on under here.” he walks over to you and offers you his hand.
“thanks.”
you're too busy trying not to stare at him that your foot slips off the stool and he has to catch you. you’re smushed to his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your back and the other cupping the back of your head. he searches your eyes, making sure you're okay before he helps steady you.
“thanks.” you smile quickly, walking over to your car.
you slide into your drivers seat, glancing at him and waiting for him to tell you what to do. he makes his way back over to your hood and nods at you, telling you to start the car. you push the button and your car comes to life again and you squeal.
“thank you thank you thank you.” you hop out of the car and jump up and down.
“we’ll leave it running for a little bit just to make sure-” you jump on him and hug him, his hands automatically wrapping around you. “what’re you doing?”
“oh! i.. thank you!!!” you beam down at him, kissing both of his cheeks.
“if you’re gonna kiss me, kiss me right.” he clicks his tongue.
you quickly peck his lips and lean back. “like that?” you tilt your head.
he presses his lips to yours and you melt instantly, mouth opening and granting him access to anything he wants. he chuckles, walking you backwards until he can set you back on the table. he pulls back only for you to lean forward and press your lips to his again, your hands reaching out to feel his muscles.
“been staring at me all day.” he mumbles against your lips. “thought you didn’t like dirty things.” his hands squeeze into your thighs. “look at you.” he nips at your bottom lip. “all over me.”
“katsuki.” you slowly spread your thighs.
“what d’you need, princess?” he grins.
“mmm, please.” you hook your legs around his waist and pull him closer.
“want my cock?” he laughs when your eyes widen. “say it. lemme hear those dirty words on your perfect lips.”
“want your.. cock, katsuki.” your face burns at the crude words.
he smashes his lips to yours, tongue sliding along yours while one of his hands presses on the outside of your panties finding them soaked. he laughs at you again for being so wet from just staring at him but you can’t bring yourself to care when he’s circling your clit perfectly.
he tugs your panties to the side, sliding his rough fingers through your folds as your hips jerk. he pulls his hand back and brings it out to his mouth, staring at you as he slips his fingers past his lips. he groans and kicks the stool closer, taking a seat and attaching his mouth to your pussy.
you throw your legs over his shoulders, heels digging into his back and hand flying to his hair to pull him closer. he flicks his tongue against your clit until you’re shaking, sucking the little bud into his mouth and you whimper so pretty for him. your back arches when two of his fingers push into your pussy, stretching you open on the thick digits before he starts pounding them into you.
“katsuki! kats- nghh!! i’m gonna- kats!” your thighs lock around his head as you soak his face and fingers.
“good girl.” he kisses your clit and lifts up. “thighs open.” he pats your leg he starts to undo his pants.
your thighs twitch at the sight of him, he’s big and leaking, veins running down the length of him. he pulls you to the edge of the work table and slides into you in one motion. your lips part in a silent scream and he takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth as he slowly pulls out. the drag sends fire to your lower tummy and then he’s fucking into you with a purpose.
“fuck you feel good.” he pants.
you’re holding onto his shoulders, looking up at him with glassy eyes as he pounds into you. your tummy is twisting, pleasure coiling low as he zeros in on the spot that leaves you moaning. he leans down, lips brushing yours as he stares in your eyes, nose bumping against yours.
“cum.”
your orgasm bursts through you and he fucks you faster, harder. you’re squeezing around him so tight that his own orgasm is sneaking up on him. he tries to push it off but he can’t and with a low groan he’s filling you. he pulls out and watches you leak with him, chuckling as he fixes his pants.
“you’re filthy, princess. leaking with my cum, my handprints all over your clothes.” he pulls your panties back.
“can we do that again?” you pant.
“when you come back for your oil change.” he cups the side of your neck and kisses you once. “next week.”
One of the things Katsuki hates most is pointless, stupid arguments.
The moment you start getting a little too worked up for his liking, he doesn’t hesitate for a second. He grips the back of your neck firmly, pulls you against him in a possessive move, and presses his lips close to your ear. In a voice that is low, husky and dangerously calm, he whispers exactly the kind of obscene things he plans to do to you.
It works every time. You fall silent instantly, your cheeks burning and your legs turning to jelly. You end up dragging him toward the bedroom provided you still have enough self-control not to pounce on him before you even reach the bed.
like borderline loser for his significant other, loses majority of his rizz not that you mind, you actually love it, stumbles over his words a little, occasionally zoning out mid conversation because the sunlight is hitting your skin just right and really must imagine afternoon naps with you.
you'd think he'd improve with time, get a bit cocky in how well he takes care of you, he does get confident, but he also retains majority of his loserboy™ traits.
Fst reader who was anxious to meet her bf's friends because she thought they would make fun of him for dating the ugly fat girl, they are gym rats after all But they are nice while she is there. Until she is gone and all the guys have to find the most respectful way to tell reader's bf that his girl has them with fat boners because not only is she funny and cute, she is so fucking hot.
Yes.... yesssssssss
CW: chubby fem reader, reader cooks a traditional dinner (whatever it is, is up to you), multiple guys are attracted to you, "locker room talk" between the guys
You're agonizing in the kitchen, trying to dictract yourself with cooking, but it's just keeping you quiet long enough to let your thoughts consume you. You anxiously chop an onion, eyes stinging painfully, making you sniff.
"Please don't tell me you're crying again," your boyfriend says as he enters the kitchen, moving towards you.
"It's the onions," you say, sliding the freshly cut onions into a bowl, turning the water on to wash your hands. "But I do feel like crying."
"Oh, princess, don't be so worried," he coos, arms wrapping around you and pulling you to his sturdy chest. "They're gonna love you."
"But what if they think I'm disgusting? What if they don't think we look good together? What if they disapprove?"
"Babe," he makes you look at him. "They're gonna love you because I love you. And if they don't, who fucking cares? They may be my friends but they're not gonna stop me from dating you because they can't. I mean, I've already decided we're getting married, so they're not changing my mind." You roll your eyes and shove at his arm, barely making him move.
"We've only been dating for four months, Daniel."
"In my defense, I knew I wanted to get married after our first date, so I've been ready for a while now." You giggle and he smiles, leaning down to leave kisses along your round cheek. "They're gonna love you, baby. Just be your perfect, adorable self and they'll see why I'm dating you, okay?"
You sigh, letting him kiss down to your neck.
"Okay..."
You gasp when the doorbell rings.
"Oh shit," you curse, looking down at yourself. "Oh god, I'm a mess. Babe, can you answer the door? I gotta get ready real quick."
"Babe, you look fine—"
"Just go answer the door so I can put on something nice!" you whisper yell as you take off your apron, throwing it on the counter and hurrying to the bedroom. "And don't let dinner burn!" you yell back.
You rush to put on a nice dress, searching for a pair of heels as you hear his friends greet him and enter the apartment. You freshen up your hair a little bit and put on some lipgloss, dousing yourself in perfume before looking yourself over in your vanity. You take a deep breath before walking to the living room, seeing it filled with four buff men and your boyfriend. He makes eye contact with you and smiles.
"And here's the queen herself," he announces, reaching for you. You step forward and take his hand smiling at his friends. "Guys, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Y/N."
"Hi Y/N," they say in sing-song unison, making you giggle.
"Hi everyone! It's very nice to finally meet you." You hold out your hand to the closest one to shake, and he takes your hand, his grip firm.
"Markus," he says with a smile.
"Chad," says the next with a wink.
"Luke."
"Alex."
"It's nice to meet all of you," big smile on your face. You point to the kitchen. "Dinner should be ready soon, but Danny got beer for everyone. It's in the fridge."
"Oh, hell yeah. Beer beer beer," Chad begins chanting, making his way to the fridge and making you laugh.
The guys hang out in the living room while you finish up dinner, Daniel coming in to check on you every few minutes to make sure everything's okay and as an excuse to get a kiss from you. Once dinner is ready, you all gather at the dining room table.
"I made a traditional meal and sides, so I hope you enjoy," you say as you sit.
"Thank you for the meal," one says, piling his plate.
"It all looks so good," says another, also piling his plate. "You made this all yourself?"
"Oh, yeah, I like to cook, so..."
"That's awesome. You really lucked out, Daniel."
"Yeah," he says, smiling at you. "She's great, but she's totally fucked up my calorie tracking. I'll be on track and then she makes my favorite foods for dinner and suddenly I'm over!" he says jokingly, making you cover your face and giggle.
"I'm sorry! Cooking for others is how I show my love! I can't help it."
"Holy shit, that's good," one says, shoveling another bite in his mouth. "No wonder you've been gaining body fat, Daniel: this is amazing."
"Oh, thank you so much!" you smile. "I'm so glad you like it."
You spend the meal eating and chatting with each other, answering questions and asking how training is going. You were so nervous before now, but everything is going great. Even if they don't like how you look, they are being very kind and respectful, which you are grateful for.
Once the meal is finished, they offer to clean up, letting you sit on the couch and enjoy your wine. They join you not too long later, Daniel pulling you into his lap.
You can't stop laughing as you tell the story of your first date with Daniel.
"A-And he basically stole my iced coffee from me because he liked how sweet it was!" His friends laugh, making Daniel groan and wave them off.
"Yeah, yeah, Daniel likes sweets. Get over it," he mumbles, causing you to snuggle into him and kiss his jaw.
"Aw, don't be upset, baby. I thought it was adorable. It's what made me want a second date." He smiles softly, turning his head to give you a kiss. You expect a simple peck, but he deepens it, skirting his tongue along your lips and making you moan. You shyly pull away, covering your mouth and looking at his friends apologetically. You then yawn and he coos.
"Baby getting tired?" You nod and he smiles. "Why don't you go lay down, honey? We'll probably finish our beers and call it a night."
"You guys don't mind?" you ask sweetly, looking at his friends.
"Oh, no, not at all!"
"Yeah, go sleep. You had a lot of wine; you must be tired."
"I am," you admit as you stand, smoothing out your dress. "Well, it really was a pleasure to meet all of you. I'm glad you liked dinner."
"It was delicious, Y/N."
"I would ask for the recipes, but all I know how to cook is baked chicken and vegetables." You laugh, making them smile.
"Well, it was nice meeting you all. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," they all reply as you wave and leave the room, walking to the bedroom. Daniel waits until he hears the door close before he looks at his friends.
"Alright, be honest: what do you think?"
They stay silent, glancing at each other. Alex raises his hands.
"I ain't sayin nothin," he says defiantly.
"You're not gonna like what I have to say," Markus admits, staring down at his beer. Daniel slumps in his seat.
"Did you guys not like her? What did she do wrong? I mean, she made you guys dinner, like, the best dinner."
"Alright, alright. I'll say it," Chad says, taking a deep breath, finally looking at Daniel. "You need to break up with her." Daniel's heart sinks. "You need to break up with her and you need to give me her number so I can have her all to myself."
Daniel's mouth drops.
"What?"
"Dude, hold up," Luke says, smacking Chad's arm. "That's not fair! I want her!"
"Oh, thank god someone else said it," Alex says with a sigh.
Markus chuckles, shaking his head and tipping back his beer.
"You guys are assholes."
"Oh, don't act so high and mighty, Mark. I saw your boner poking out, like, half an hour ago."
"It's not my fault she's covered in perfume and you can smell it throughout the apartment."
"Woah woah woah, wait," Daniel interrupts, sitting up. "So... you guys do like her?"
"A little too much if you ask me," Alex admits, giving Chad a look, making him raise his hands.
"Hey, it's not my fault that Daniel bagged the prettiest girl I've ever seen. And it's also not my fault that she dressed up for us."
"She didn't dress up for you guys," Daniel defends.
"Uh, she was wearing heels, Danny, at her own apartment. Girls don't wear heels unless they wanna impress a guy. Literally everybody knows that."
"She just wanted to look nice and presentable so she could make a good impression."
"Oh, I'd say she made a very good impression, if you ask me," Luke says, wiggling his brows. Daniel scoffs, finishing off his beer.
"You guys are assholes."
"Well, it's your fault for not warning us that you got the perfect girlfriend."
"I did tell you she was perfect."
"Yeah, but I thought you were just exaggerating, you know, like all boyfriends do. I didn't think she was actually going to be perfect."
"I'm getting another beer," Markus says, getting up and going to the fridge.
"Bring the rest of em in here. I need one too."
"Tell me," Alex says, leaning forward. "Does she wear a bikini to the beach?"
"We haven't gone to the beach yet."
"Well, does she have one or not?"
Daniel sulks, letting Markus put another beer in his hands.
"She does. It's this little red bikini that barely covers her."
All the guys groan in unison.
"Oh my god, that's so fucking hot—"
"Do you have any pictures? Can I see?"
"No! No, you can't see."
"Oh, lemme guess," Chad says with a smirk. "She lets you fuck her in the bikini, doesn't she?"
Daniel stutters.
"H-How did you know that?"
"Because you've clearly seen the bikini but you haven't gone anywhere with her in it yet! Plus, I bet you have pictures of her in it with her in sexy poses, don't you?" Daniel stays quiet and Chad laughs. "See?! I knew it, I know you, dude."
"Fucking shut up already," he grumbles, opening his beer.
"Please, please tell me she's kinky."
Daniel pauses, craning his neck to look down the hallway. He can hear the TV going in the bedroom, the door still closed. He takes a deep breath and leans in towards his friends, watching them copy him.
"She's so fucking kinky, dude. Like, next level kinky. Like I can barely keep up with her sometimes."
The guys quietly celebrate, nudging each other.
"Gimme examples," Chad says, grabbing another beer. Daniel sighs, rubbing his face.
"You can't tell anyone—"
"Who am I gonna tell? Just spill already."
Daniel sighs again, looking back down the hallway before back at his friends.
"Okay, so, the first time was pretty vanilla, right? Like she seemed totally normal at first. But then I was helping her clean one day and I found this box in her closet full of sex toys. I'm talking butt plugs, nipple clamps, fucking rope, dude. She had a fucking massive dildo that didn't look human. And she just brushed it off like it was no big deal but it made me so fucking hard that I had to stop cleaning and fuck her right then."
"That's soooo hot."
"Aw, two little perverts in love."
"What else does she like?"
"Well... she really likes roleplay, and she loves having all her holes filled. I swear, the best sex we have is when she's riding a dildo with a plug in her ass and sucking me off."
"Does she spit or swallow?"
"Oh, definitely spit. She hates the taste of cum, but if I cum in her mouth she just spits my cum over her tits and gives me a tit fuck. She loves when I cum on her face though, like, she doesn't even complain if it gets in her hair."
"Would it be weird if I started jerking off right now?"
"Dude, don't be a creep."
"I can't help it! This is making me so fucking hard."
"Hold on, back up," Chad says, sitting up. "She likes having all her holes filled?"
"Yeah, like, a lot. It makes her so fucking wet every time."
Chad smirks, looking over the group.
"I got an idea."
"Oh great—"
"Shut up. Look," he looks back at Daniel. "Has she ever shown interest in a threesome or an orgy or whatever?"
"I mean... yeah, I guess, but she says she's too shy and nervous to actually go through with it. She says she doesn't want to do something like that with a stranger. Plus, she says she'd be too embarrassed to ask someone to fuck her with me."
"Dude," Chad says, motioning to all of them. "She's got a group of guys right here that want to fuck her stupid."
Daniel blinks, leaning forward.
"You don't mean..."
"Uh, yeah, I do. Dude, trust me, it would be perfect. She gets to be fucked like she wants to, and we get to fuck her. It's a win-win for everybody."
Daniel hums, thinking.
"I don't know... what if you guys try to steal her from me?"
"Aw, come on, dude, have some faith in us."
"Wait, what if we were... fuck, what is it... what's the word for when more than two people are in a relationship?"
"Poly."
"Yeah, poly! Thank you, yes, dude, we could be fucking poly together. Think about it: your sweet girlfriend gets spoiled by you and all your friends whenever she wants. We can all take her on dates and be sweet to her and then we can fuck her whenever we want. Dude, it would be perfect."
"Hmm... I dunno..."
"Come on, just think about it. Alex can get us all pool passes at the place he works at and we can see her in her cute bikini any time we want. Luke can hook us up with drinks at his bar. Markus can spoil her with money because he's a richie rich—"
"Hey—"
"—and I can give her massages any time she wants! She gets the best of everything!"
Daniel scoffs, chugging his beer.
"You just wanna touch her as much as you want."
"I can't help but be a trained masseuse. We all gotta make a living."
Daniel chews his lip, thinking.
"I just... don't want any of yall to whisk her away from me."
"We're not gonna whisk her away, dude. She's good for you. We just wanna have her too."
"Plus, wouldn't it be nice to all share a girlfriend? We're all best buds and then we all get to have the perfect girl! Wouldn't that be fun? You could at least bring it up to her a gauge how she feels about the whole thing."
He thinks, tapping his beer.
"I'll... bring it up and see how she reacts. But I can't promise anything, okay?"
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Your head must hurt from how big your brain is, cause that one line in your post about Bakugo being hard of hearing?
"his hand rests on your throat and your eyes are set ablaze widening with interest. though he’s only testing for vibrations."
The food is so good, my compliments to the chef and my curses to her enemies !
Like I'm imagining him doing this but randomly whenever you're humming or singing something or talking shit under your breath. . . (ФωФ)
my sentence needs a comma somewhere but i’m not going back to edit it lol or maybe i will in a months time. MY CURSES TO HER ENEMIES!!!!
i imagine hoh bakugou, laying beside you in bed. pillow talk and he can hear you since it’s so quiet but still puts his hand on your throat. comforting.
you in sitting on the sofa and he’s watching television LOCKED IN. checks on you beside him to see your mouth moving.
“you talkin’ to me???” he says that a lot and every time it makes you smile.
“sending a message to momo.” showing him your phone screen with the voice note still recording.
then louder you say into your phone, “katsuki says hi.”
You're a blessing and a curse. The sex with you is so good, almost unbelievable, but it seems like you can never get enough. No matter how many times he makes you cum at night, he wakes up in the morning to you stroking his cock and begging for it all over again. He'd never complain—he's the luckiest man in the world having you as his wife—but sometimes he wonders if his balls will ever fully refill with you constantly draining them. It doesn't matter the time of day or what you're doing: somehow it always leads to you whining for him and him giving you what you want. He tries to satisfy you to the best of his ability, making you cum until you can't even form a word. He thinks he's done a good job, your limbs like jelly as he cleans you up and tucks you into bed with him. And yet, despite all that effort, you still plead for him to fuck you the next morning.
He asks you once if there's anything he can do to satisfy you completely. He always thinks he's not doing enough since you want sex constantly. You shy away from him but can't help but smile.
"I'm sorry, Kenny. I just... I mean, I think you're the most perfect man in the world. You're so handsome and kind, and you always make me feel so good. I can't help myself: I just want us to feel good together all the time." You bite your lip, bashful. "It's not my fault you've got the best cock I've ever seen and felt. And you're so strong and sexy. I can't resist you even if I tried."
He's blushing as you sway towards him, eyes wide as you lean against his chest, fingertips toying with his belt buckle.
"You fill me up so well, honey. Your fat cock hits just the right spot every time you fuck me. Just thinking about your dick makes me wet."
You're grinding your palm against him now, gazing up at him with the most seductive, love sick look.
"I wish I could warm your cock all the time. I don't even care if you're hard. I just want you inside me forever and ever, keeping me full."
He gulps, tugging at his collar. You smile, getting up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jaw.
"Won't you fill me up, dearest? I need you so bad..."
Bakugou is definitely that guy your friends are always side eyeing you like “what could you possibly see in him?” but then you casually point out that you never complain about a lazy boyfriend who never answers texts or never remembers things and they’re gagged into silence
I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”
