synopsis: when a blast from Dynamight's palms renders you homeless, you're compensated with the opportunity to join his agency as a (much needed) publicist! Except, he's an asshole.
A new friend you make along the way helps you through it, until you cross the line of friendship the very same evening your boss corners you with his tongue down your throat.
Now you have them both pining for your attention, but who says you have to choose just one?
genre: bkdk x reader, nsfw, slowburn, enemies to lovers (bkg), friends to lovers (izu), publicist!reader, teacher!izu, pro-hero!bkg, LOVE TRIANGLE
warnings: nsfw (18+!), abusive/foul language, mentions of death, mentions of bullying, mentions of war, injury detail
a/n: i am so excited to write this gahhhh ive had this planned for months. the format for this chapter index is inspired by @/tvkvi
this has been in the works for a while and i think i've finally finalised where i want this story to go, so enjoy!
ā³ status: ongoing
prologue. SUBURBIA ā welcome to your new home!
01. THE STREETS ARE PAINTED ORANGE ā you're yet to meet your new boss, except he's everywhere you look in all the worst ways. . .
02. GREEN TINTED GLASSES ā your new friend has a disgustingly positive outlook on life, perhaps it's starting to rub off on you
03. IS IT A DATE? ā friends can take each-other out for food, right?
04. FAILURE TO COMPLY ā bakugo's only moving further down the ranks and pressure from the agency is only growing, can you remain true to yourself whilst staying good at your job?
05. GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME ā working with someone as uncooperative as bakugo proves challenging
06. BOMBS AWAY! ā a villain attack on the city thrusts you and bakugo into the limelight
07. THE FLESH THAT SCARS ā the attack you became the centre of has left you (more than a little) shaken up, both boys try their best to make things right
08. HARD TO CHOOSE ONE ā both boys are desperate to prove themselves to you, which results in a very slippery thursday. . .
09. CRASH ā avoiding only makes things worse, you learn the hard way
10. BEST OF BOTH WORLDS ā izuku (and katsuki) present you with an alternative
Dating needy MSBY!Atsumu, Sakusa, Bokuto, and Hinata (separate)
contains: yummy MSBY men being utterly obsessed with you and driving you insane in the best ways. f!reader. NSFW HCs, all 18+ smut under the cut! Atsumu will cry if you ever leave him. Kiyoomi is the man of your dreams and idc what anyone says, when he eats it, he does it nasty style. Bokuto is big and feral, and he loves you, send tweet. Hinataās dick has you under spells.
wc: 5.5k total
Slutty, very in love!Atsumu who truly just loves when you take care of him all the time, in all ways possible.
He was lucky enough to find himself the nicest girl alive, who didnāt mind how much he wanted to hoard all of her attention. It was his dream come true.Ā
He loved how much you cared for him, how easy it seemed to be for you to support him in all the ways that were important to him from day one.
The sweet sticky notes you leave out on the counter on the days youāll know heāll be home before you, all the meals you make for him without a care for his pickyness, waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to go with him to the gym when he complained in bed to you about feeling unmotivated, boasting to everyone whoād listen about your superstar athlete of a man, going to every game youāre able to make it to and let him go on and on about all the cool things he wanted to recap once you were on the drive back.
Every bit of your relationship was something straight out of his best fantasies.
Heās terrified of the idea of ever losing you. You were perfect. He loved feeling confident in your love for him, and while all the little things you did served well to reassure him, sex had to be one of the easiest, and quickest ways to make him feel secure in his place in your life.Ā
He was a cocky attention slut at heart, especially for you. If he wanted a reminder that he was still the absolute best in the eyes of his sweet girl, he knew exactly what he needed to do to get it.
He was the type to come back after a long day of trainingādrained out of his mind and feeling like he wasnāt doing his best for some stupid reasonāand treat himself to your boundless affections to get out of his worries.
And what he meant by that was practically mounting you the second he came back home, still sweaty and in his training clothes, having rushed over the moment they were done.Ā
All he needed to perk himself back up was have you drooling over him, saying things like āFuck, Tsumu youāre so big.ā, āYouāre so strong.ā, āYou fuck me so good, please donāt stop.ā While he all but ruined you right there on the entryway floor, because he couldnāt make it past your sweet voice welcoming him back without fishing his dick out of his pants.Ā
He made the discovery of his little preference a bit before you started living with him.
The two of you had a pretty heavy argument a few days before you were going to officially move in. It was smoothed out shortly after it happened and you had reassured him no longer being upset the next morning. Despite that, there was something about him still so saddened that he made you upset. He felt like such an idiot, almost ruining his own shot at a wonderful life with you.
He knew you werenāt angry anymore, and you promised him youād still be bringing your stuff over next week, but there was still something nagging him deep down and it just wouldnāt stop.
Atsumu truly cared about what you thought of him, and he doesnāt know what heād do if those thoughts were to ever be negative.
The day after the argument, you found him waiting at your job's reception area when your lunch break started. You were whisked away as soon as he spotted you, and treated to a nice little restaurant close by.Ā
He spent most of the lunch repeating apologies for the night before that you took more than gladly, chuckling to yourself at how remorseful he was over something that had undoubtedly been a rather small rock in the road.Ā
āTsumu, I told you I forgive you. We were both being stupid, thereās no need to apologize anymore.ā You reassured him once more, smiling as he took your hand in his across the table.
āI know, I know. Iāll stop it. But couldja swear again ya still love me?ā He looked at you with sad puppy dog eyes, and it took everything in you not to laugh.
āI swear to God, I still love you and Iāll never stop.ā
āAlright, Iāll calm down now⦠Iāll calm down some.āĀ
After a nice hour of cheering you and himself up, Atsumu took you back to work; but not before pulling you to the backseat of his car, begging for your praise while pounding you relentlessly in some lonely spot on the back of your officeās parking lot.
Atsumu knew he couldāve waited until you were back home, but he desperately needed to have absolute acceptance to his apologies; and something heād never doubt to be truthful was the sounds of your wet pussy swallowing his dick whole, accompanied by the feeling of your beautifully manicured hands clinging to his back.Ā
He was more talkative then than he had been any other time you had sex with him, which is an insane feat for Atsumu.Ā
He had you on your back against the plush leather seats, his hands firmly grasping your hips to keep you from squirming away from his deep, oppressive thrusts while he buried his face on your neck.
āM making ya feel good?ādonāt run from it, cāmonāNo one else could make you feel like this.ā He sounded completely wrecked against you, breathy, desperate voice muffled against you, vying for your praise by making you see stars. āNo one else can give this perfect pussy what it needs. Aināt that right, sweet girl?ā
He had to bite down on your shoulder to keep himself from moaning loud enough for the entire lot to hear, leg muscles taut and twitching as he felt his high approaching when you started crying out his name, telling him heās the only one who can fuck you that good.
āJust me. Thatās right, baby.ā He thrusted in you erratically, arms sliding under you to wrap firmly around your back, arching it just right to pound you at a better angle, dragging his swollen tip against that sweet spot to make you come undone with him. āTell me ya love me, please ām so closeāāĀ
Atsumu had gone back home feeling so giddy and relieved, the most stupid lovesick smile stuck on his face the entire afternoon, and still there when he picked you up from work. You had to bribe him so heād wait until you made it to your house to throw himself at you again.
. Żā ā¹ . Ż ā” Ż . ā¹ ā Ż.
Domineering, devoted!Sakusa who had the worldās most patient princess for a partner.
He knew he wasnāt the easiest person to date; he had all his problems with people, he was far too bluntāthe warmth and tenderness he now treated you with was completely nonexistent when you first metāhe was far too focused in his career and often consumed by it, and yet you didnāt seem to care about any of it.Ā
You treated his filterless honesty as an endearing thing. You admired his dedication and often reassured him of not being bothered by it, as long as he still gave you attention when he was home. You adapted to all his hygienic routines when you moved in with him as if you had been following them your whole life, never judging him for how thorough he was about some things, only chuckling to yourself at certain rules while nodding along.Ā
You were never upset at how quickly he liked leaving parties and events, you didnāt mind how he reserved most of his affection for behind closed doors, you gladly took the smallest bits of PDA he was okay with providingālike holding your wrist while you walked, sitting close enough your knees touched, or keeping a hand on your lower back whenever he deemed it appropriateāall because you knew when you got back home, youād get all of him, unfiltered, and obsessed.
He was very appreciative of every compromise you made, everything you sacrificed, everything you agreed to; and he went out of his way to show it, wanting to make sure youād never wake up one day upset about the life you were having with him.Ā
Kiyoomi treated you like something worth caring for at all times, the apple of his eye. When he was home, you could completely forget about touching a single kitchen utensil, he would make anything you pleased and would only let you sit on one of the stools and eye him up.
He made an effort to indulge you in every single request, no matter how big or small, just as long as it didnāt threaten your well-being.Ā
And God forbid you even thought of using your own money for any frivolous purchases your heart desired. Heād let you spend down to his last cent if you so wished; though thankfully for you both, you werenāt keen on bankruptcy.
In general, Kiyoomi was very hands-on when it came to caring for you. In every single way. He enjoyed showing you how truly devoted he was to reciprocating the kindness you graced him with, it was no oneās fault some of his preferred methods for it fell along indecent lines.Ā
It could have to do with the fact that he often worried his lack of affection in public could ever become a problem for you, so he made sure to be all over you the second you were alone.Ā
He took giving you all of him behind closed doors very seriously.
It would start as soon as he was back, immediately at ease at the perfectly pristine penthouse, taking off his shoes, his mask, and setting down everything in their respective places before he made his way to wherever you were.
Some days heād be slower in his approach, when he found you already unwinding from your own responsibilities.Ā
Heād take your hand, giving it a chaste kiss while pulling you against him, asking you to join him in the shower. Heād start subtle, sweet. Helping you wash your hair, kissing and caressing every inch of your body he could manage to get at while the water remained warm. But before you knew it, soft massages and whispered compliments would end in you stuck between him and the tiled wall, his name leaving your lips like a prayer, while he thoroughly and efficiently showed you how much he loved you.
āDoing so good for me, need you to give me another one before you can take this cock.ā Making your knees weak by sucking along your neck, his thumb pressed against your clit while three fingers shove into your gummy walls relentlessly.
And best believe heād be nowhere near done until you were completely dumb and spent after cumming for the umpteenth time.Ā
After it all ended, heād carefully dry you down before carrying you to bed while asking what you wanted for dinner, kissing your forehead in the softest way possible, as if he hadnāt rearranged your guts to the point of madness just two minutes ago.
Other times heād throw subtlety and patience out the window, on the days where heād find you in the middle of some work task or house chore you still needed to get through, not in the mood to wait until you were done.Ā
He enjoyed it a little too much when he caught you like that, too busy drying off dishes to notice the way he eyed you up when he stepped into the kitchen.Ā
Youād be none the wiser, melting as he pressed a kiss to your temple, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. Heād ask how your day was while peppering the side of your face with more innocent kisses.
āI went to get those new sweet potato treats you said you wanted us to try.ā
āYou did?ā He smiled against your cheek, giving another kiss to it before moving down to your jaw
āYeah, it took a bit too long to find them. It was a restock day at the store you told me about. There were boxes everywhere with the wrong labels piled on every aisle.ā
āYou had to be glad I wasnāt there.ā He mumbled against your neck, breathing in the soft scent of your body wash still present on your skin.Ā
His hands slowly made their way to your sweatpants, undoing the strings before sliding his hand down your front. āKeep talking.āĀ
He chuckled to himself when you started stuttering out your words, already too excited when the only thing he had done so far was drag his finger along your clothed slit.Ā
āWas just saying it took me a whileeeāKiyoomi!ā You squealed in surprise when he yanked down your sweatpants and underwear, a large palm coming to your lower back to make you bend against the counter before you could say anything else.
āIām listening. It took you a long time because it was such a mess.ā He repeated, gaze now stuck between your thighs. He sank down to his knees behind you, nudging you to spread your legs with a simple pat to your inner thigh. āBut you still did it, because it was for me. Is that not it?ā
āOf course. YouāYou were so excited hearing about them I wanted toāshit.ā You did your best to keep your legs apart when his open palms went up your thighs, all the way until they were on each side of your already willing pussy, one of his thumbs came up to draw tight slow circles on your clit, making you clutch the edge of the countertop, your hole clenching around nothing, all for him to watch.
āYou wanted to do something nice for me.ā He finished for you, smirking to himself at the soft sounds he was dragging out of you.Ā
āYeāYes!āĀ
āLike the perfect girl you are. Always making me happy.ā His thumb briefly dipped into your entrance, slowly thrusting in once to slick it up before dragging it back down to keep making you squirm with perfectly measured rubs to your twitching clit.
āI try my best.āĀ
āDo I always make you happy too?ā His thumb pressed tighter against you, his other hand trailing up your ass to grope the plush skin, pulling to spread your pussy wider, every bit of wetness dripping out on display for his eyes only.
āOf course, Omiāhaah fuckāYou make me so happy, baby.ā
āDonāt mind if I make sure thatās true, do you? If I make sure youāre happy with me?ā Warm breath ghosted over your skin when he leaned closer, waiting for that weak, whimpered agreement to come out of your pretty lips.
āPlease do.āĀ
āThank you, princess.āĀ
Next thing heard in the quiet, cold kitchen would be the completely depraved sound of Kiyoomi spitting on your pussy and subsequently the pathetic whimper that tore out of your throat when his tongue dragged a long, slooww swipe along your slit before burying his face in.
. Żā ā¹ . Ż ā” Ż . ā¹ ā Ż.
Obsessed and freaky, but adorable!Bokuto who just loved being with you too much! He is a true believer that if you love someone you will want to live in their skin. And god knows he would if he could.Ā
Ever since you first started dating you had grown accustomed to the feel of Bokutoās heavy, warm, strong body around you. There was never a time the two of you were out together where he didnāt touch you in some way; hands intertwined together, an arm thrown over your shoulders, a hand on your waist, or even his fingers holding to the belt loops of your jeans, anything he could manage to make you feel close to him.Ā
And as your relationship grew, so did his displays of affection.
At some point he stopped caring about where you were or who was around, if he wanted to feel you flush against him, he would make it happen.Ā
Heād sit you down on his lap while he chatted along with his teammates, be it at your house, theirs, even at bars. If you needed to stand for whatever reason, heād sit right next to you, hands wrapped around your waist or one of your thighs, with his face resting on your side.Ā
His touch tended to turn towards slightly inappropriate, but it was an accident more often than not. It was slightly automatic, if you will.
If you wore a nicely snug top, he couldnāt help but sneak in a squeeze or two when he saw it, no matter where the two of you were.Ā
One time you came to pick him up from training because his car was getting fixed and you made the mistake of wearing a dangerously showy neckline; he practically jumped upon seeing you, like every other time, but instead of engulfing you in his usual bear hug, he picked you up by wrapping his arms under your butt so youād be higher than him, burying his face in your cleavage in the process.
A loud āYou look so good, baby! I missed you!ā coming out muffled from where his face stationed itself. Too caught up in you to pay attention to the whistles and laughs from his friends.
You had a stern talk with him about PDA after that, one that truly just went in one ear and out the other because his attention was solely on how good you looked that day. He only nodded along with a dumb smile, muttering small apologies while his hands slid up under your shirt, fondling your breasts through your bra while trying his best to actually hear the words coming out of your mouth.
Bokuto never meant to be perverted per se, he was just insufferably oblivious to how the lines between his affections and his horniness seemed to blur together.Ā And when he noticed, he couldn't care less.
Heād be the clingiest after long days at work. Hours of running drills, practicing spikes, and lifting weights wasnāt necessarily something that made him want to run back home. He loved it all; what he hated was the days where it all mixed with a dozen other things he had to doānew uniform fittings, preps for press before the next game, meetings about the next tournament and what they all needed to focus on, and a quick drink with his teammates before heading outāmaking him leave early in the morning while you were still asleep, and return far too late (8:15pm) when you mustāve been done with work and everything you had to do ages ago.
He felt so sad when he thought about all the time you spent on your ownāyou were fine, his suffering was completely made upāall alone, without his hugs, his kisses, his tickles, the sporadic lick to your face you claimed to hate but he was sure you loved. It must be so terrible for you!
Late nights like that heād find you laying on the couch, legs sprawled, hair messy splayed out on the cushion behind you, slowly flipping through the pages of whatever book you were currently obsessing over, and heād be unable to help himself.Ā
Dropping his gym bag on the floor, phone on the coffee table, and throwing himself at you. He smelt like a mix of sweat, his cologne, and whatever drink he quickly dawned before coming back to you.Ā
āKotaro, baby.ā Heād hum in response, carefully closing your book and putting it aside before smushing his face in your chest, warm hands sliding up your sides from under your thin top. āYouāre crushing me.ā
āāM sorry. I missed you though.ā Heād make no effort to move at first, keeping his whole body weight on you and only letting up after hearing you say you missed him too.Ā
Then he perked up, pushing himself up on one of his elbows to keep some weight off you while his other hand came up to your face, brushing away loose strands of hair before kissing your nose āHow much did you miss me?āĀ
āA lot.ā
āWhatās a lot?ā Heād ask, making you chuckle when he tried to bite back a smile, this was a serious matter only. āA lot like you were counting the seconds until my return just now or a lot like you couldn't stop crying the moment you got home and realized I wasnāt back yet?ā
āYouāre never gonna believe me, Ko. I did both things.ā
āI knew it.āĀ
You laughed when he started attacking you with kisses, having given him the answer he needed. Of course you missed him to the point of tears, just like he missed you!
He covered your face in small quick smooches before finally bringing his lips to yours.
One thing about Bokuto is that he didnāt care for giving you short, sweet pecks when he felt clingy like this. He kissed you the way youād expect of someone like him, completely overpowering, all-consuming, and as passionate as everything else he did.Ā
The kind of kisses that took your breath away and made you too distracted to notice his hands already working your clothes off, pulling down the straps of your tank top and dragging it down enough to free your tits, rough hands groping shamelessly.
Heād break away only to fully take the top off and pick you up to switch your positions, sitting down and plopping you on his lap, so you'd straddle him.
If you tried to stop himāwhy would you do such a thingāthe only thing youād get out of him would be his hands firmly digging on your hips, helping you slowly roll them against him, his hardening bulge perfectly pressed against you.
āBaby, give Ko a second, yeah?ā The words came out rasped, shooing off any more attempts at slowing him down. āJust need a minute.ā Heād murmur before bringing you forward with another mean roll of your hips so your tits were right on his face, slowly licking around one of your perked buds when he leaned in before fully taking your nipple in his mouth.Ā
His warm tongue sucked eagerly while one of his hands came up to grope your other breast, rolling the neglected peak between his index and thumb.Ā
His fingers dug on your skin while he slobbered over your tits, moving from one to the other; he switched between sucking on them and leaving hickeys around the soft skin, moving up to your neck every so often to do the same thing. Sharp canines dragged along your pulse point, a silent, exciting threat keeping you pliant above him while his hips bucked up with every new grind of yours, precum already leaking past his underwear.
And donāt even get him started on how it was when he had to travel. Away games when you were too full with work to come with? His own personal hell. And yours too. Itās like he knew just how terrible he was going to be when he came back that he had to make sure you were just as bad as him by then.
Heād call you first thing in the morning, saying he hopes you had the best day ever, telling you how he misses you so much it makes him want to throw himself at the oceanāeven though it has only been one nightāhow he canāt wait to be back home and cuddle with you all weekend long. All tooth rotting cuteness that was only bound to crumble the longer he went on without you.Ā
That same day you could count on those kind of messages to start flooding in the moment your lunch break started.Ā
āHey baby!!!ā
āHave you been thinking about me? Iāve been thinking about youā
āMiss that pretty face and your sweet pussyā
āAnd your tits!ā
āThink you could send me a picture? I only have old ones, and I marked you up so pretty yesterday, I wanna see that againā
He holds off on just that at first, keeping you eager for his return over texts, teasing compliments, obscene comments, and maybe one or two pictures of his dick straining in his boxers.Ā
Then on the last night before he returned, like clockwork, youād get a call once you were already cozy under the sheets, some time after he texted you goodnight.Ā
Low, breathy. āHey, baby. Werenāt sleeping yet, were you?,ā coming out from the other line, followed by the unmistakable sound of him stroking himself, hard. Small groans leaving his lips, not caring to pretend. āI miss you so much, angel. You have no idea.ā
āCanāt even wait to come back tomorrow, Ko. Youāre so needy.ā You chuckled lightly, though your words came out strained, he sounded so goddamn good.Ā
āAll for you.ā He rasped out, his breathing ragged as he picked up the speed, every word out of his mouth growing progressively nastier the closer he got. āGonna make you feel so good tomorrow, make you sit on my face and ride it til youāre tapping out.ā
āFuck, I wish I was there with you.ā
āWouldnāt have to use my hand if I was laying there next to you, would be using you instead. And youād love it, right baby? You love taking this fat cock in that cute little pussy of yours.ā
. Żā ā¹ . Ż ā” Ż . ā¹ ā Ż.
Irresistible, proud owner of a hypno dick!Hinata who wasnāt needy at all, at least he didnāt think so.Ā
He met you shortly after coming back from Brazil, and like most of his infatuations, his feelings for you hit him hard and all at once. He made no effort to hide or downplay being interested in you.Ā
He got your number the day you met without a second thought. He asked you out on a date after only two days of talking, and he was the perfect gentleman all around from the start.Ā
He never hid how excited he was to be with you, bringing you gorgeous flowers every day he saw you, a different kind each time so that youād have a unique bouquet at home. He kept an extra umbrella with him on rainy days because you always forgot yours. For the first few dates he asked for permission to kiss before dropping you off at home, blushing every time you said yes. He invited you to all his games, even practice ones, always running to you at the end, sweaty and adrenaline-filled asking you if you saw that really cool block he made near the end, it was very cool, wasnāt it? Do you think heās cool? Please say yes.
He was sweet in a way that made it impossible for you not to swoon, and that continued on far past the first dates. Once your relationship was more serious, and you moved in together, you couldāve sworn Hinata became ten times more affectionate than he already was, and even more excited to be near you, if that was even possible.Ā
He was stoked about every step of the process. Unpacking both of your things in the new apartment was to him of equal excitement to being at an amusement park for the first time when youāre young; every time he set one of his things next to yours heād turn to you to boast about it. āLook! Thatās your toothbrush, next to mine. Isnāt that nice?ā
Hinata didnāt think he was needy, because he didnāt have to be. He was just so goddamn cute you couldnāt not throw yourself at him.
Every stupidly sweet sentence, every content sigh thrown your way, every surprise hug he pulled you into that made you melt against his embrace, everything about him was enough to make you pull him in for delirious kisses that almost always ended in something way beyond just kissing.Ā
Now, he wasnāt completely unaware. He knew you had the softest spot for him and he did take advantage of it sometimes. He just loved the fact that you only needed the smallest of encouragement to ask him for more, it made him feel wanted, and desired. He loved that.
And so, whenever he did feel particularly mushy, and like he wanted every part of you to himself as soon as possible, he would take out all the little tricks that worked perfectly to get you under him.Ā
Lingering for a little too long in the bathroom while you were showering to ālook for somethingā and talking about how glad he was he got off early that day because he was so spent and couldnāt wait to come back and see your pretty smile, how much he really wanted to kiss you, until you'd break and ask him to join you, his clothes already discarded long before you even made the offer.
Bringing you to join him on the couch when you came back from work on his days off, helping you rid of your shoes and tenderly pulling your feet to his lap, massaging them while letting you know he already ordered your favorite food, and had a nice movie picked out for the two of you to watch. Heād slowly massage up your legs until his hands were dragging along your inner thighs with just the right amount of pressure, bottom lip stuck between his teeth in restraint while he patiently waited for you to plead him to go higher.
Or his favorite, whenever you were out on the town with him. He was always happy whenever you agreed to come out with him and his friend group, the sight of you, his absolute treasure, mingling with those he loved most like you had known them all your life. It brought a sweet, fluttery ache to his heart that made him need to have you, all of you, quickly, please.Ā
So heād give you that look that never failed to butter you up, the worldās most lovesick āI canāt believe itās you who hangs the stars in the skyā kind of look.
āStop that.ā You warned him, yet still pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Already knowing all too well where this was headed.
āStop what?ā He wrapped an arm around your waist, brought you to his side to kiss you back, a small innocent peck on your lips.Ā
āWe canāt leave yet, itās still early.ā
āI didnāt say we had to leave, we could just sneak away. For a moment?ā He pouted, a plea that only lasted another second before he laughed at the glare you threw his way. āIāll be good, I just want to feel you. I love you so much.ā
You rolled your eyes, pursing your lips together to keep from smiling at how terribly sweet he sounded. āJust for a moment, and weāre not fucking.ā
Whoever Hinata swore on when he agreed to that last part must be confused as to why theyāre suddenly coughing, because that promise only lasted about five minutes.Ā
One, two, three kisses and you were already on top of him on the passenger seat of your car, panties thrown somewhere in the backseat and two of his fingers knuckle deep in your pussy while you made quick work of undoing his jeans.
āCan I be inside you now, pretty?āĀ
You weakly shook your head, hand wrapping around him, using the precum dripping down his tip to stroke him out in that teasingly delicious way he loved. āWe haveāoh just like thatāhave to be quick, baby. Theyāre waiting.ā
āWeāll be back after I feel you make a mess on my dick. Howās that?ā
You wanted to smack the eager grin on his face, he knew as much. But he also knew you were too down bad for him to refuse.Ā
The second you nodded he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact.Ā
He brought them down to his dick, smearing your wetness around it while you positioned yourself above the tip. He could only thank God the parking lot was deserted because the sounds that came out of both of you the moment you sank down on him were straight up pornographic.Ā
Anyone who had the displeasure of hearing the two of you wouldāve thought youāre fucking for the very first time after not seeing each other for years. But that's just how Shoyo was when it came to you, a completely desperate, yearning freak.Ā
āSo fucking good, youāre so perfect for me, pretty.ā His hands went under your skirt, fingers digging on your ass to hold you in place while thrusting up into you like a fleshlight, the squelching sound of you creaming around him while you cried out his name being like music to his ears, the sweetest melody in the world.
He leaned up to capture your lips in his, sweet incoherent nothings muffled through the kiss. āAll mine, all for me.ā It was all completely uncoordinated yet oh so good the way he was hitting it just right, pussydrunk out of his mind and still so in tune with giving you exactly what you needed. āMy perfect girl, love you so much, so so much.ā
Compiled some basic information I know about drawing fat characters for beginners since I've been seeing more talk about absence of really basic traits in a lot of art lately.
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while i hope the AI boom dies out i also hope we start acknowledging data center water overconsumption as it's own unique issue because like. it's not AI itself that harms the environment it's the hardware hosting it, right? same reason nfts and cryptocurrency were also bad for the environment. the root problem isn't going away so long as we allow big companies to continue hitching their wagon to the next big tech trend. i worry if they don't get stronger regulation we'll just be repeating the same issue whenever the next toy comes along.
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