He’s been all over my fyp on tiktok recently and I finally have a bit of free time sooo.. let’s talk about Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who you became friends with after hearing him hum a song from a movie you didn’t expect a guy like him to watch.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who tells you the lamest jokes with the straightest face. And has the audacity to ask you what’s funny when you laugh.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who would literally stand behind you when you’re not paying attention and waits for you to notice him so you get a little jump scare and has the nerve to snicker.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who suggests you guys make up your own language, everyone looks at you like you have two heads when you both start talking/giggling in the language.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who keeps plants. Even names them and convinces you that as his best friend you get one to keep his company.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi that you’ve noticed stares at you longer than what’s probably appropriate. His touch lingers on you too, never wanting to stray too far it seems.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who suddenly becomes clingy. To the point where he’s even slipping his head inside of your(his) oversized hoodie so he can lay his head on your chest.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who says that just being friends with you isn’t enough for him, he likes you so much he wants to be in your skin so you never have to separate, but he refrains from mentioning that, simply stating that he longs to be with you romantically.
Canonically Weird Boyfriend! Akaashi who steals all your faded/ old graphic tees. He’s a collector of the like and you have a great selection.
Canonically Weird Boyfriend! Akaashi who “borrows” one of your socks from you on game days for “good luck”.
Canonically Weird! Boyfriend Akaashi who constantly fantasizes about fucking you in the most absurd positions/places. Doggy style on the court. Cowgirl in the locker room. Full Nelson in front of Bokuto.
That one really does it for him.
Canonically Weird! Boyfriend Akaashi who gets visibly excited when he finally has you laid out in front of him, all plush thighs and soft stomach. Your juicy cunt just ready for him to dive in. “Please, Keiji. Need you so bad!” You whine out for him.
You look so fucking cute. The way the tears pool in your eyes while you look up at him all doe-eyed making his cock throb between his bare legs. “Patience, baby. I always treat you right, don’t I?” He asks, smirking as he runs a finger through your folds. You shudder at the feeling, your voice barely above a whisper, “Yesss.” You practically hiss, and Akaashi decides to have a little mercy on you.
He sucks your clit into his mouth, running his tongue over the bundle of nerves briefly before slowly moving down, tongue laving at your opening. He points his tongue before licking inside, wiggling the muscle as far as he can inside your cunt. You gasp, pussy clenching at the intrusion before you slowly start grinding your pussy against his face, seeking out more of that delicious friction. His nose bumps your clit a few times and it’s with that your orgasm washes over you. You shudder as it ripples through you, your essence flooding Akaashi’s tongue.
He comes up for air, chin glistening with your juices. He wipes his chin with his thumb before sticking the soaked digit in your mouth. Your flavor dances on your tongue before Akaashi’s taking the appendage out, replacing it with his tongue. You both make out while you slowly come down from your high, though it’s only a matter of time before he’s back to being his weird self.
“Next time, we’re putting frosting and sprinkles on your ass. I want cake.”
It was one of the worst days of the year to him. The intoxicating smell of flowers. The sickeningly sweet candy. The outright disgusting display of affection.
But secretly he craved someone to do that with. Someone to pamper with bouquets of the prettiest flowers. He’d meticulously pick and arrange them to your taste. Filled with tulips, hydrangeas and forget-me-nots to display his feelings.
He’d present you with the biggest box of the most expensive chocolate he could find. It didn’t matter that he quite literally had to threaten the chocolatier into making a custom box with your favorites. Nothing is too much for you!
And when it comes to the main event, where he has the utmost privilege of getting to be between your plush thighs, he doesn’t take a second for granted. Rolling his hips in tandem with yours, fucking his thick cock deep inside you can practically feel him inside your tummy. The way his hands grab at the fat of your stomach as a lifeline to tether him to reality. That you’re here. That only he has the privilege to see and touch you in such a way. It’s with that thought that he finally cums inside you, moaning and grunting in your ear about how good you feel and how perfect you are for him.
And well, with the way he holds you, you have trouble disagreeing.
Obsessed with the idea that Tenya is actually the biggest slut for you :(
He just can’t help it! With your deliciously thick thighs that squeeze his head just right when he eats your chubby pussy, pulling your downright sticky folds apart before running a flat tongue against the length of you.
He sucks your clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue rhythmically over the bundle of nerves, eyes watching how your cute tummy jiggles and shakes from the intensity of the feeling of his mouth on you.
He’s whining, moaning at the taste of you as he grinds his clothed cock into the mattress, trying his best not to cum too quick :((
It’s fruitless in the end however, as soon as he reaches a hand up to fondle your breasts and you cry out as you orgasm, he feels his hips stutter as his own orgasm hits him unexpectedly, burying his face further into your cunt.
And when he finally comes up for air, glasses all fogged up and crooked, practically hanging off of his face, you can’t help but pull him into a feverish kiss, groaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.
But, I’m in the Survey Corps! | Mikasa x Chubby! Reader
Summary; Mikasa struggles with her feelings for reader, reader just wants to make her feel special. (Loosely based on the movie, But I’m a Cheerleader)
Warnings; Mikasa struggles with her sexuality (reader’s secure in her sexuality) cunnilingus, 69.
Sn: shockingly one of the longest fics I’ve ever written and I’ve been wanting to do a WLW fic for a while but I for some reason never got around to it?! Either way, if you have any WLW requests, feel free to drop them in my inbox
For as long as she could remember, Eren centered Mikasa’s world. Her parents were friends with his parents, and when her parents were murdered he was there for her.
Well, as well as a young, volatile boy can be there for someone.
She was… content. She’d always felt there was something, someone, lacking from her life and that feeling never eased as she and Eren became close with Armin. But she couldn’t complain, especially with the circumstances that laid ahead.
— —
When Mikasa first met you she wasn’t sure what to think of you. You surely weren’t what she was expecting from a survey corps member, not that it was a bad thing. You were just much more, softer.
A plush, round frame that pressed against the rough material of your uniform. Chubby, soft hands despite the rugged hand of the blade that you wield. A kindness that was unfamiliar to her, warmed her heart and made her stomach feel funny.
It was… off putting.
You didn’t let her hesitance towards you deter you though, as you were determined to meet and greet each potential scout and see what their strong suits were.
You had your fair share of peers who simply weren’t made for this kind of thing; they were abruptly cut. Then you had those who showed potential, but could do with some assistance, those were kept mainly as backup should anything go awry on a mission. Then you had those who exceeded expectations, they stayed at the forefront of the minds of the Commanders.
The main one to catch your eye was Mikasa and that was blatant to everyone. The moment she had been accepted into the scout regiment you had seemingly taken her under your wing. It wasn’t unusual seeing as you were lacking friends your age in the Survey Corps.You weren’t overly pushy and did most of the talking seeing as she didn’t respond much, but you knew she was listening if the little quirk in her lip was anything to go by.
In the time between her first arriving to the Survey Corps and her first mission, you’d both grown close, a little too close, according to the flutter in both your hearts when you’re with the other. She made you feel comfortable, safe, and the feeling was mutual seeing as you were the only one she could stand to be around for an extended period of time.
— —
“You’re getting awfully close to her.” Mikasa turns to see Eren with a less than pleased look on his face. She furrows her brows in confusion. “Who are you talking about, Eren?” She had a feeling about who he was talking about, but the thing is, she couldn’t find it in herself to care about what he thought.
The thought frightens her.
“That girl, (Y/N). I know we’re supposed to be getting comfortable here but, just be careful.” He says, giving a squeeze to her shoulder.
The truth was, Eren could see how Mikasa felt about you, hell, even a blind man could see how you both felt about each other. The longing stares when the other wasn’t looking. The random displays of affection that Mikasa wouldn’t award to anyone BUT you. The way you softly caress her cheeks and explain it as you just being “touchy”. You were full of shit, you both were, and while he may not be able to stop you from being together, he hoped he could prolong the inevitable.
— —
You both practically did everything together, eat, sleep, did chores. You shared parts of your past with each other and what dreams you had if you didn’t live in a world with titans.
She especially liked those moments. Tucked away in your barracks, hushed whispers between you both. It's incredibly intimate for friends, the way your eyes scan each other’s faces, gazes lingering on the other’s lips with want, however, you’re both too shy to do something so you settle for just being near each other.
— —
“What would you do, Mika?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper as you both lay on your backs next to each other on her dorm bed.
This was a regular occurrence, whenever one of you couldn’t sleep, one would climb into the other’s bed, talking to each other until you both fell asleep.
Mikasa was hardly paying attention though, the moonlight casting on your face just right emphasizing the natural glow in your eyes. “Sorry, what did you say?” She asks, pulling a light giggle from you.
She lives to hear you laugh.
“I was asking what would you do, you know, if you weren’t in the survey corps?” You repeat, eyes wide in anticipation of her answer.
And she’s about to answer with what she always says; I’d look after Eren. Only, that isn’t what she wants. At least not completely.
No, no she’d want, need you.
But she’s not ready to admit that to herself yet, so she says the next best thing. “I’d like to be an artist,” She starts, and you gasp slightly in shock. “Before everything happened, I used to like to sketch in the few books that we had. It wasn’t much, but it was mine.” She looks at you, almost for reassurance and you’re more than happy to offer it.
“I think you would’ve been an amazing artist, Mika.” You turn on your side, looking deep into her eyes. “You have a beautiful soul, Mika. I’m sure it would’ve been breathtaking to see on paper.” And Mikasa feels her heart swell.
You reach out and place a loving hand on her cheek, caressing the soft skin there. To others this would seem more than platonic, and while there was definitely some underlying feelings there, this was just how you two were. Affectionate.
You let out a slight yawn, sleep finally catching up to you. “I’m not sure what I would want to be,” You say after a while, cuddling up close to her. “But I know wherever I am, I want to be with you.”
— —
Mikasa felt like she was losing her mind. She’d never been with a girl before. Hell, she’d never been with anyone before, but she’d always been told growing up that she’d find a nice husband and have kids.
She couldn’t do that with you, right?
It was impossible, plus, you hadn’t really given her any indication that you were the slightest into women, let alone her. So what was the point in over analyzing everything?
So what if she liked you? There was no way you liked her.
But what if? She can’t help but think.
What if you did like her in the same way she liked you? Did you think about her in the dead of night? Did you think about holding her the same way she wants to hold you? Did you think about what she looked like naked, when she slipped her fingers into her wet cunt, dripping all because of you.
She thinks of you. She thinks of you more than she cares to admit but it’s just so hard not to. In a short amount of time you managed to wedge your way into her heart and she doesn’t know if she hates or loves you for it.
— —
Mikasa was acting strangely.
Everyday for the past week, whenever you tried to reach out to her, she pulled back from you.
You try to eat lunch with her? She’d finish her food in 5 minutes then leave without so much a word. You excitedly wave hello to her when you see her in the morning? She’s giving you a formal, tight lipped smile. You ask her if she wants to hang out after a meeting? She has chores to do.
Well, you can believe that last one, but she has no excuse for those other two!
So as much as you don’t want to, you go and confront her.
You find her in her dorm, her roommate off somewhere doing chores presumably, when you shut and lock the door behind you.
“What’s going on, Mika?” You ask her, a deep sigh escaping you. You hadn’t realized how much this situation was affecting you. Mikasa continues cleaning, almost as though she didn’t hear you, “Nothing’s going on, (Y/N). I’ve just been busy.” Her tone is firm, clipped. Like she wants the conversation to be over already.
“That’s bullshit and you know it! Why won’t you talk to me? I thought we were friends.” You exclaim, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. You know you shouldn’t, but it’s hard not getting emotional about this. You’d already lost so much, you didn’t want to lose her while she was still alive.
Mikasa threw the cleaning rag down in frustration, “That’s the fucking problem, (Y/N)! I- I love you and I don’t understand how or why. I just want to be with you all the time but it’s wrong! I’m not supposed to- we’re not supposed to…” She trails off, sobs erupting from her throat. You’re shocked by her confession, though you put that on the back burner in favor of comforting Mikasa.
“What do you mean, Mika? Why is it wrong?” You coo, arms wrapping around her cautiously. She leans into your warmth without realizing, seeking your comfort. “Because I always thought I’d be with Eren when we got older. That we’d be married with kids. But then I met you, and now, now I’m not so sure I want that.” You take a deep breath, collecting your thoughts.
“Mika, do you really want to be with Eren?” She tries to shake the thought of you from her head. “I’m supposed to-” “That’s not what I asked. Do. You. WANT. To be with him?” You ask her again, spelling it out slowly. She slowly shakes her head no. “Do you love me?” You ask her. Mikasa doesn’t hesitate before she answers. “Yes,” She says, gazing up at you. “I’ve never been sure about much in my life, but I’m certain in how I feel about you.” You smile at her proclamation. “Then there’s no problem, love. I’m in love with you too. Deeply and irrevocably.” You tell her, pressing your foreheads together. “We don’t need all that other stuff to be happy. We have each other, and that’s been enough these past few months hasn’t it?” That made Mikasa think.
Who did she have to make proud? Both her parents were gone, and so were the only other mother and father figures in her life. She could do whatever she really wanted to, be with whoever she wanted to, with no real consequence.
The thought makes her look up at you, eyes glancing between your own and your lips. You catch onto what she’s doing, a small smile makes its way to your lips. “D’ya wanna kiss me, Mika?” You tease, fully prepared for her to blush and deny, but she takes you by surprise when she presses a passionate but chaste kiss against your lips. You barely feel the warmth of her lips before she’s pulling back, a bright blush on her cheeks.
There’s my girl.
You pull her back into you, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She kisses back, albeit a bit clumsy, but you have time to explore each other.
You trail kisses from her lips to her neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin. Mikasa fists a hand in your hair, whimpers bubbling in the back of her throat. “Please.” She whines when you give a particularly harsh suck on her pulse point.
You take pity on her and help her undress while she does the same for you. She guides you to her bed, pushing against your shoulders so you lie back flat against her mattress. “I’ve never really done this before.” She murmurs, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously.
You sit up on your elbows, offering her a warm smile, “That’s okay, Mika. I haven’t either.” You almost chuckle at the way Mikasa's eyes widen in shock. “But you seem so… experienced. The way you touch me…” “Honestly, Mika? With you, I just do what feels right. I’m just glad that I’m able to be with you and make you feel good.” You tell her earnestly and Mikasa feels her heart grow bigger.
Gaining confidence, Mikasa decides to cup your tits in her hands. She runs her thumbs over your nipples, giving light, teasing squeezes to your nipples. “They’re so pretty.” She says, in total awe of you. “Wanna make you feel good too, (Y/NN).” She leans down to press wet kisses along your neck, trailing in between your breasts. She nips at the flesh before settling her warm mouth around your nipple. Her tongue flicks and laps at the bud, saliva accumulating around the swollen flesh. You moan as she sucks at the tender bud. She alternates for a few minutes before you pull her up for a steaming kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth.
As you slowly pull away, a whimper escapes her, “Please,” She begs, eyes watering at the lust simmering within her. “I need you so bad, (Y/N). So bad.” And who are you to deny her?
You lie back before guiding Mikasa onto your face, with her facing towards your covered core. She pulls off your drenched underwear. She gasps at the sight of your soaked core, the slick, puffy folds looking absolutely appetizing.
She leans down, licking a bold stripe down the center of your cunt and moans at the taste of your nectar. That’s all it takes before she’s on you. Sucking and licking at your clit like no tomorrow. Your legs automatically clamp around her head, and the feeling of your squishy thighs against her cheeks has her moaning into your pussy.
You cry out at the overwhelming feeling, but manage to push through to offer the same amount of pleasure to her.
You sit her cunt down on your face, the smell of her taking over your senses. You manage to weave a hand to pull her panties down and her pussy lips apart, licking a stripe of your own through her sticky folds.
She whines into your cunt as you begin to eat her out vigorously, grinding her pussy on your face while you thrust your cunt up into hers when she loses focus.
It’s messy, you’re both dripping with arousal for each other, Mikasa’s heady scent taking over your senses as you suck her clit into your mouth, tongue rubbing over her bundle of nerves.
It doesn’t take long before you’re both cumming together, crying out at the pleasure and drinking up everything the other has to offer.
When she finally comes down from her orgasm, she descends onto the bed, still a bit overwhelmed. “How was that?” She looks over at you nervously, and you can’t help but kiss away her fears. “It was perfect, just like you.” You giggle, peppering little kisses all over her face. “I’m not perfect.” She sighs, though she lets herself indulge in your affection.
Summary; “He’s not my real boyfriend, he’s my artist boyfriend.” (Loosely based on the movie “Dinner in America”, and this edit.)
Warnings: Street Artist!Jungkook, public sex, P in V, panty sniffing, breeding kink, mildly jealous Jungkook, somewhat bad boy!jk? (He runs from the law). Not proofread
Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when you hear someone practically fall into your flower shop. You lean your head over the oak counter, looking to see who it was.
He had dark hair, the curls slick with sweat making them more pronounced. He was breathing heavily, and you’d be lying if you said his labored breaths weren’t causing a heat to build in your lower stomach.
Get it together (Y/N)!
“Hey, you need some help?” Jungkook’s head jolts in the direction of your voice. You hold up your hands in mock surrender, showing that you mean no harm.
This was bad. Really bad. Pretty soon the cops would be rounding the corner looking for “him” but there was nowhere for him to hide besides the flower shop that he accidentally stumbled into. “Uh, I-” He was at a loss for words as his eyes ran over your plump figure.
You were fucking beautiful.
You wore an off the shoulder sundress that hugged your stomach and tits quite nicely, if he says so himself. Your thick thighs were on display, making his mouth water slightly at the thought of possibly feeling those wrapped around his head.
“Mister?” You furrow your brows, what’s up with this guy? “Hide me.” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. “Huh?!” He quickly shushes you, his warm eyes softening, almost pleading with you. “Please, hide me. I’ll explain after.” You don’t know what compels you, but you end up agreeing, hiding him behind your counter, just in time for the cops to rear their heads.
“‘Scuse us ma’am, have you seen a young man running in this direction? Black ski mask, dark clothes, the like.” You do your best to be convincing, “Yeah! Saw him run down that way, though it looked like he hopped on a bus.” You shrug. The police turn their heads just in time to see a bus leaving the stop. One tosses his hat to the ground, visibly upset, “Damn it! We had that little shit! We were so close!” You’re a bit startled at the display, eyes shifting to the fugitive that you’ve essentially housed. “Calm down, Takahashi. We’ll get him next time. Thank you for your help, miss.” You bid them farewell, and when you’re sure that they won’t be returning, you lock your door, turning over the Out For Lunch sign.
“Explain.” You say, arms folded over your chest. You may not have meant to, but the action causes your breast to accentuate, the fat practically spilling over the top. Oh to feel the sweet softness, to feel them squeezed in the palm of his hands. To fuck his dick in the middle of the soft mounds of flesh. “Hello!” You wave your hand in front of his face. Maybe this was a bad idea? “What? Oh right- sorry. Well you see I did some graffiti and let’s just say, they didn’t take too kindly to me “defacing public property” or whatever.” He brushes off, hands resting in his black jean pocket.
He was attractive, in a sort of endearingly punk sort of way. He was dressed in majority black, with pops of color from the various wristbands that he had on each wrist. Said wristbands drew attention to his hands, the few veins that ran along them and his surprisingly long fingers. What you wouldn’t give to feel them inside you. Curling up and finding that delicious spot inside you. “Hey, miss?” He snaps his fingers in front of your face, was this what he was like? It was quite… amusing.
You snap out of your reverie, an adorable pout making its way to your lips, “Don’t call me “miss”, makes me feel old.” You mutter, and Jungkook wants nothing more than to kiss your puckered lips. “Well, sorryyy,” he drags out the word as he looks down to read your nametag, “(Y/N), anyway, apparently my art is “illegal” so I kind of had to cut loose.” He clicks his tongue to emphasize his point. You size him up, “What type of graffiti?” You ask. He balks at you, it’s rare for him to find a girl interested in that kind of thing. “Huh?” “I’m pretty familiar with the scene around here, so what kind of work do you do? Tag? Blockbuster?” You prompt, and Jungkook feels himself falling for you already.
“I- Freestyle. I freestyle, really.” He says, fumbling over his words. You run your eyes over his figure before you settle on his eyes. Cute. “You’ll have to show me your work sometime.” You tease, moving to tend to your flowers. Jungkook follows close behind, your scent of warm vanilla and lilies drawing him in. “Maybe.” He flirts back. “Say, how do you know so much about this kind of stuff anyway?” He asks, eyeing a bouquet of white roses that’d look very nice in your possession. You jolt your head to look at him, an incredulous look on your face, “What? I don’t look like I know that kind of thing?” You sass. Jungkook nearly chokes on his spit, “W-what? No! No, that’s not w-” He’s cut off by the sound of your melodic laugh, “I’m just kidding, chill out.” You say, pulling a small chuckle from him. “Ha-ha very funny.” He deadpans. You smile brightly up at him, your chubby cheeks lifting at the action. “To answer your question, Mister fugitive-” “You know if you want my name, you can just ask.” He winks. “Anyway, I’ve been in the street art scene for a while. I’m not really good at doing it, but I do have my favorite artists.” You shrug.
Jungkook’s intrigued, eager to hear more. “Really?” Who’s your favorite?” He asks, and you’d be lying if his excitement wasn’t infectious. You giggle at his eagerness, “Well, there’s not much known about him and no one has seen him yet. According to a lot of people, he never signs his work.” “And I take it that you don’t agree.” He says. You shake your head, “There’s this group that thinks his signature is in his work and I agree. The most common letters seen in his work is JK. With the type of art he does, there’s no way that you don’t want your signature on something like that. But I also understand him not wanting to take away from the art. So why not try to find a way to sign it, while also making it part of the art?” You say, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. Jungkook feels himself nodding before he realizes, “That actually makes a lot of sense. I’ll have to see this guy’s work. I mean, if I’m going to be the top artist in your life.” He smirks. You feel your cheeks heat up, a smile unconsciously making its way to your face. “And what makes you think you’ll be my favorite?” You say, tapping a finger against your chin. Jungkook plucks one of the many white roses he was eyeing, extending it towards you. “I know so.”
— —
It didn’t take long for Jungkook to come by your flower shop regularly, always sure to buy and leave a flower with you each time he came. And it took even less time for you to start dating, the tension between the both of you too palpable to ignore.
It was an accident really. You had decided that you wanted to show your closest friend one of the most recent works of your favorite graffiti artist, practically dragging him to the mural. “Hurry uppp, slowpoke. I wanna show you my boyfriend’s work.” You suddenly feel Jungkook come to an abrupt halt. “Boyfriend? I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” He says, an adorable pout making its way to his plump, pink lips.
So cute you just want to kiss it off.
“Not my real boyfriend, silly.” You giggle at the confused, almost puppy dog look he gives you. “He’s not my actual boyfriend, he’s my artist boyfriend. I wouldn’t actually date him.” You scoff playfully, turning around to guide him into the direction you were going.
When you both finally reach your favorite artist’s work and after a while of admiring it, you notice Jungkook shifting uncomfortably next to you. “Are you okay? We don’t have to stay.” You reassure him. You barely have time to register him grabbing your hand and practically dragging you away from the other street artists.
He pulls you into an alley, far from prying ears and eyes and before you get the chance to ask him what happened, he presses his lips firmly against yours. “I’m JK.” He says when he finally pulls away from you. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, all types of questions on your tongue. “I had to come with you to make sure that it was me that you were talking about and now that I know I can’t keep that part of myself away from you. Especially since I’m your “artist boyfriend”.” He says, nervously gnawing on his lip ring.
How? When did he find the time? Could he kiss you like that again?
You hadn't even realized you asked the last question aloud until you hear the slight chuckle that you’ve come to fall in love with. “Sure, but are you gonna keep my secret for me?” He asks, that sinister smirk making its way to his lips.
Before you know it you're nodding your head, eager to feel his soft lips against yours as he runs his hands along your soft body. Fuck he never gets tired of feeling you against him. The sharp contrast of hard to soft, the way you practically melt into him.
It’s just too fucking delectable to pass up.
The tension between you both builds, the kiss gradually heating up and becoming more intense as the seconds pass. You wrap your arms around his neck just as he lifts up one of your legs to wrap around him. You both groan at the glorious friction, his clothed cock grinding against your puffy pussy making slick pool in your already sticky panties. “Please,” You mewl against his lips, the chill of his lip ring feeling tantalizing against your lips. “Please what, pretty? You gotta tell me what you want.” He breathes against your lips, the smell of his mint gum and cologne pulling you in. You whine, threats of a tantrum rearing it’s head. “Kookie, please don’t tease.” Jungkook chuckles, before slightly pulling away from you.
You reach out for him, chubby arms holding onto him for dear life, “Kook, please. Fuck me. Touch me. I need something.” You groan against him as you practically dry hump him. Jungkook decides to take pity on you and all but rips the flimsy thong you’re wearing off of you. You barely had time to register before he was shoving the piece of cloth against his nose, your scent washing over his senses.
He quickly pockets the piece of fabric. You’re on borrowed time, it’s only a matter of time before another couple comes along for their own salacious activities and as adventurous as Jungkook is, you’re his to look at.
He just manages to tug down his zipper and pull his semi hard cock out, before he uses your slick to coat his cock, running his dick along your wet cunt. “Fuck me, Jungkook. Fill me up. Wanna be full.” You moan into his ear. The sound of your breathy voice in his ear does something to Jungkook and without warning, he slams himself inside you to the hilt. You groan at the intrusion, never truly having got used to his size as yet. “Fuck! Yes, baby. That’s it. Give me that pussy.” Jungkook groans into your neck. He’s sucking hickies and leaving small, wet kisses along your throat and the exposed skin on your chest. You moan at the feeling, reaching up to bring his lips to yours.
He reaches one hand up to palm at one of your tits, squeezing and molding the flesh to fit his large hand. You whimper when you feel him squeeze your nipple under your dress, causing your pussy to squeeze around him involuntarily. You both moan into each other's mouths, your pussy clenching and unclenching around the thickness of his cock each time he punches the soft, gummy spot inside you. “Cum for me.” He grunts, cock throbbing as it aches to empty itself in your womb. “Soak my fucking dick, baby. Get me nice and wet, pretty. Cause I’m gonna fill you up. Stuff you to the fucking brim.” You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy squelching as you milk his orgasm for everything it’s worth. “Cum in me. Fill me up, baby. Wanna be so full it leaks out.” You moan into his mouth, eyes locked together. It doesn’t take long, a few more thrusts and he’s spilling into you, the warmth of his seed settling deep inside your stomach.
You both take a few seconds for your highs to come down and before long, you start to giggle. “Were you jealous, Kookie?” Jungkook pulls away slightly to pout at you, lips all pretty and kiss-swollen.
Summary; “He’s not my real boyfriend, he’s my artist boyfriend.” (Loosely based on the movie “Dinner in America”, and this edit.)
Warnings: Street Artist!Jungkook, public sex, P in V, panty sniffing, breeding kink, mildly jealous Jungkook, somewhat bad boy!jk? (He runs from the law).
Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when you hear someone practically fall into your flower shop. You lean your head over the oak counter, looking to see who it was.
He had dark hair, the curls slick with sweat making them more pronounced. He was breathing heavily, and you’d be lying if you said his labored breaths weren’t causing a heat to build in your lower stomach.
Get it together (Y/N)!
“Hey, you need some help?” Jungkook’s head jolts in the direction of your voice. You hold up your hands in mock surrender, showing that you mean no harm.
This was bad. Really bad. Pretty soon the cops would be rounding the corner looking for “him” but there was nowhere for him to hide besides the flower shop that he accidentally stumbled into. “Uh, I-” He was at a loss for words as his eyes ran over your plump figure.
You were fucking beautiful.
You wore an off the shoulder sundress that hugged your stomach and tits quite nicely, if he says so himself. Your thick thighs were on display, making his mouth water slightly at the thought of possibly feeling those wrapped around his head.
“Mister?” You furrow your brows, what’s up with this guy? “Hide me.” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. “Huh?!” He quickly shushes you, his warm eyes softening, almost pleading with you. “Please, hide me. I’ll explain after.” You don’t know what compels you, but you end up agreeing, hiding him behind your counter, just in time for the cops to rear their heads.
“‘Scuse us ma’am, have you seen a young man running in this direction? Black ski mask, dark clothes, the like.” You do your best to be convincing, “Yeah! Saw him run down that way, though it looked like he hopped on a bus.” You shrug. The police turn their heads just in time to see a bus leaving the stop. One tosses his hat to the ground, visibly upset, “Damn it! We had that little shit! We were so close!” You’re a bit startled at the display, eyes shifting to the fugitive that you’ve essentially housed. “Calm down, Han before you scare the poor girl.” He gestures towards you. “We’ll get him next time. Thank you for your help, miss.” You bid them farewell, and when you’re sure that they won’t be returning, you lock your door, turning over the Out For Lunch sign.
“Explain.” You say, arms folded over your chest. You may not have meant to, but the action causes your breast to accentuate, the fat practically spilling over the top. Oh to feel the sweet softness, to feel them squeezed in the palm of his hands. To fuck his dick in the middle of the soft mounds of flesh. “Hello!” You wave your hand in front of his face. Maybe this was a bad idea? “What? Oh right- sorry. Well you see I did some graffiti and let’s just say, they didn’t take too kindly to me “defacing public property” or whatever.” He brushes off, hands resting in his black jean pocket.
He was attractive, in a sort of endearingly punk sort of way. He was dressed in majority black, with pops of color from the various wristbands that he had on each wrist. Said wristbands drew attention to his hands, the few veins that ran along them and his surprisingly long fingers. What you wouldn’t give to feel them inside you. Curling up and finding that delicious spot inside you. “Hey, miss?” He snaps his fingers in front of your face, was this what he was like? It was quite… amusing.
You snap out of your reverie, an adorable pout making its way to your lips, “Don’t call me “miss”, makes me feel old.” You mutter, and Jungkook wants nothing more than to kiss your puckered lips. “Well, sorryyy,” he drags out the word as he looks down to read your nametag, “(Y/N), anyway, apparently my art is “illegal” so I kind of had to cut loose.” He clicks his tongue to emphasize his point. You size him up, “What type of graffiti?” You ask. He balks at you, it’s rare for him to find a girl interested in that kind of thing. “Huh?” “I’m pretty familiar with the scene around here, so what kind of work do you do? Tag? Blockbuster?” You prompt, and Jungkook feels himself falling for you already.
“I- Freestyle. I freestyle, really.” He says, fumbling over his words. You run your eyes over his figure before you settle on his eyes. Cute. “You’ll have to show me your work sometime.” You tease, moving to tend to your flowers. Jungkook follows close behind, your scent of warm vanilla and lilies drawing him in. “Maybe.” He flirts back. “Say, how do you know so much about this kind of stuff anyway?” He asks, eyeing a bouquet of white roses that’d look very nice in your possession. You jolt your head to look at him, an incredulous look on your face, “What? I don’t look like I know that kind of thing?” You sass. Jungkook nearly chokes on his spit, “W-what? No! No, that’s not w-” He’s cut off by the sound of your melodic laugh, “I’m just kidding, chill out.” You say, pulling a small chuckle from him. “Ha-ha very funny.” He deadpans. You smile brightly up at him, your chubby cheeks lifting at the action. “To answer your question, Mister fugitive-” “You know if you want my name, you can just ask.” He winks. “Anyway, I’ve been in the street art scene for a while. I’m not really good at doing it, but I do have my favorite artists.” You shrug.
Jungkook’s intrigued, eager to hear more. “Really?” Who’s your favorite?” He asks, and you’d be lying if his excitement wasn’t infectious. You giggle at his eagerness, “Well, there’s not much known about him and no one has seen him yet. According to a lot of people, he never signs his work.” “And I take it that you don’t agree.” He says. You shake your head, “There’s this group that thinks his signature is in his work and I agree. The most common letters seen in his work is JK. With the type of art he does, there’s no way that you don’t want your signature on something like that. But I also understand him not wanting to take away from the art. So why not try to find a way to sign it, while also making it part of the art?” You say, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. Jungkook feels himself nodding before he realizes, “That actually makes a lot of sense. I’ll have to see this guy’s work. I mean, if I’m going to be the top artist in your life.” He smirks. You feel your cheeks heat up, a smile unconsciously making its way to your face. “And what makes you think you’ll be my favorite?” You say, tapping a finger against your chin. Jungkook plucks one of the many white roses he was eyeing, extending it towards you. “I know so.”
— —
It didn’t take long for Jungkook to come by your flower shop regularly, always sure to buy and leave a flower with you each time he came. And it took even less time for you to start dating, the tension between the both of you too palpable to ignore.
It was an accident really. You had decided that you wanted to show your closest friend one of the most recent works of your favorite graffiti artist, practically dragging him to the mural. “Hurry uppp, slowpoke. I wanna show you my boyfriend’s work.” You suddenly feel Jungkook come to an abrupt halt. “Boyfriend? I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” He says, an adorable pout making its way to his plump, pink lips.
So cute you just want to kiss it off.
“Not my real boyfriend, silly.” You giggle at the confused, almost puppy dog look he gives you. “He’s not my actual boyfriend, he’s my artist boyfriend. I wouldn’t actually date him.” You scoff playfully, turning around to guide him into the direction you were going.
When you both finally reach your favorite artist’s work and after a while of admiring it, you notice Jungkook shifting uncomfortably next to you. “Are you okay? We don’t have to stay.” You reassure him. You barely have time to register him grabbing your hand and practically dragging you away from the other street artists.
He pulls you into an alley, far from prying ears and eyes and before you get the chance to ask him what happened, he presses his lips firmly against yours. “I’m JK.” He says when he finally pulls away from you. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, all types of questions on your tongue. “I had to come with you to make sure that it was me that you were talking about and now that I know I can’t keep that part of myself away from you. Especially since I’m your “artist boyfriend”.” He says, nervously gnawing on his lip ring.
How? When did he find the time? Could he kiss you like that again?
You hadn't even realized you asked the last question aloud until you hear the slight chuckle that you’ve come to fall in love with. “Sure, but are you gonna keep my secret for me?” He asks, that sinister smirk making its way to his lips.
Before you know it you're nodding your head, eager to feel his soft lips against yours as he runs his hands along your soft body. Fuck he never gets tired of feeling you against him. The sharp contrast of hard to soft, the way you practically melt into him.
It’s just too fucking delectable to pass up.
The tension between you both builds, the kiss gradually heating up and becoming more intense as the seconds pass. You wrap your arms around his neck just as he lifts up one of your legs to wrap around him. You both groan at the glorious friction, his clothed cock grinding against your puffy pussy making slick pool in your already sticky panties. “Please,” You mewl against his lips, the chill of his lip ring feeling tantalizing against your lips. “Please what, pretty? You gotta tell me what you want.” He breathes against your lips, the smell of his mint gum and cologne pulling you in. You whine, threats of a tantrum rearing it’s head. “Kookie, please don’t tease.” Jungkook chuckles, before slightly pulling away from you.
You reach out for him, chubby arms holding onto him for dear life, “Kook, please. Fuck me. Touch me. I need something.” You groan against him as you practically dry hump him. Jungkook decides to take pity on you and all but rips the flimsy thong you’re wearing off of you. You barely had time to register before he was shoving the piece of cloth against his nose, your scent washing over his senses.
He quickly pockets the piece of fabric. You’re on borrowed time, it’s only a matter of time before another couple comes along for their own salacious activities and as adventurous as Jungkook is, you’re his to look at.
He just manages to tug down his zipper and pull his semi hard cock out, before he uses your slick to coat his cock, running his dick along your wet cunt. “Fuck me, Jungkook. Fill me up. Wanna be full.” You moan into his ear. The sound of your breathy voice in his ear does something to Jungkook and without warning, he slams himself inside you to the hilt. You groan at the intrusion, never truly having got used to his size as yet. “Fuck! Yes, baby. That’s it. Give me that pussy.” Jungkook groans into your neck. He’s sucking hickies and leaving small, wet kisses along your throat and the exposed skin on your chest. You moan at the feeling, reaching up to bring his lips to yours.
He reaches one hand up to palm at one of your tits, squeezing and molding the flesh to fit his large hand. You whimper when you feel him squeeze your nipple under your dress, causing your pussy to squeeze around him involuntarily. You both moan into each other's mouths, your pussy clenching and unclenching around the thickness of his cock each time he punches the soft, gummy spot inside you. “Cum for me.” He grunts, cock throbbing as it aches to empty itself in your womb. “Soak my fucking dick, baby. Get me nice and wet, pretty. Cause I’m gonna fill you up. Stuff you to the fucking brim.” You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy squelching as you milk his orgasm for everything it’s worth. “Cum in me. Fill me up, baby. Wanna be so full it leaks out.” You moan into his mouth, eyes locked together. It doesn’t take long, a few more thrusts and he’s spilling into you, the warmth of his seed settling deep inside your stomach.
You both take a few seconds for your highs to come down and before long, you start to giggle. “Were you jealous, Kookie?” Jungkook pulls away slightly to pout at you, lips all pretty and kiss-swollen.
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OOOHH YALL walk with me but… I can’t stop thinking about douchebag guys that publicly voice their distaste for chubby women but are secretly the biggest chubby chasers on earth!
They’re your favorite to prey on because they’re just so easy. A little bit hair twirling, lollipop sucking and they’re practically putty in your hands.
They make it so obvious that they want you too, they say the makeup you’re wearing doesn’t suit your chubby face, so you tell them to fuck you so good you’re not wearing any anymore. They like to comment on how that crop top is too short and how they can see your stomach, so you ask why they’re so focused down there when your eyes are up here. They must want you cause they’re practically salivating at your tits!
You promise them you won’t say anything to their friends when they slide in your dms later. You tell them that you understand, they’re just shy.
But you can’t help but laugh cruelly when you have them on their backs later. You have their phone in your hand, your cunt squeezing their cock so deliciously he wants to thrust up into you but you hold firm, I set the pace, you said. “Please.” he begs, beautiful crystalline tears in his eyes and you almost feel pity for him.
Almost.
But then you remember how cruelly he laughed at you in front of his friends earlier and it just steels your resolve.
You lift your hips and slam down on his cock, slow and steady and when you feel the telltale sign of his orgasm, you stop. “I- I can’t, just let me,” he tries to fuck up into you but clench around him so hard he has no choice but to be quiet. “Ah, ah, ah,” you chuckle venomously, lifting your hips out of reach. He tries desperately to buck up into your tight heat, but you’re sure to hold him down. “I’m in charge, remember?” You grin wickedly and he has no choice but to concede reluctantly.
But you’re not cruel, obviously you want to get off too. So you slam right back down on his weeping cock, grinding your hips up and down his impressive length and you’re sure to capture the delicious, crystalline tears that build up in his eyes at your unforgiving pace. “Who’s fucking you good?” You ask, reaching a hand to tweak one of his sensitive nipples. “You.” He mutters under his breath, the pressure of his impending orgasm building in his lower stomach. “Me, who?” You say, slowing down the rhythm of your thrusts. He whines out at that, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “You, mommy! Please, just fuck me!” He finally cries out, tears of pleasure pouring down his cheeks. He gasps at the feeling of your soaking cunt choking his dick, his hips fucking up into you involuntarily.
But you don’t mind, fuck you’ve been waiting for him to fill you up since he arrived at your front door and the fact that you have it on camera?
Absolutely delicious.
It doesn’t take long before your cunt is clenching around him, your pussy squelching as you both milk each other’s orgasms. His hips stutter as he spills everything he has into you, declarations of love and adoration pouring from his lips. But it’s the same song and dance you’ve been privy to for years, love you in private but never in public and if you even breathe a word of it, they try to deny.
But you don’t mind, you’ve got plenty of evidence. And it’d be a real shame if your finger slipped and you sent it to a group chat with their friends.
Summary; Denki doesn’t play when it comes to threats to your relationship, even at the expense of his friends.
Warnings: smut (p in v, implied cunnilingus, breeding kink (I mean it’s me😂) slight quirkplay) mean!Denki (but really only to his friend, he takes it out on your pussy though😣) dickhead!bakugo. Not proofread!
SN: I will be posting the Jungkook fic soon!!😭but this is just a little snack I had preplanned until then😉😂
You weren’t quite sure how you got here.
As soon as Denki stormed through your door, everything had been a bit of a blur. The only things you were able to make out of the senseless rambling was “fucking dickhead” “can make her come harder than anything” “gonna fuckin’ breed her”.
That, that had your pussy quivering.
While you were busy pondering what brought on this sudden shift in your boyfriend’s mood, Denki was thinking of all the different ways he was going to show everyone just how much you’re his.
— —
“Does he always talk to you like that?” Denki looks up at you from where his head is resting on your lap. “Who?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion.
You’d both decided it was time for you to meet his friends and he couldn’t have been more excited about it. You met with the group at a homey sports bar for the more relaxed atmosphere and besides a few minor flubs, he thought you all got along well. You and Mina made plans to get your nails done together, you recommended the rolling papers you use to Sero, and Kirishima hadn’t found someone with his sense of humor in ages. You even managed to bring Bakugo out of his shell, bouncing recipes off of one another seamlessly. So he wondered what went wrong.
“Bakugo, I don’t really like how he talks to you.” You try to convey without looking controlling. “Like when he calls you stupid and things like that. I mean he even had you running around, getting stuff for him today like you’re some “errand boy”.” “That’s just how he is,” Denki waves you off. He was used to Bakugo’s antics after having gone to school with him, so he knows better than to take it to heart. “And he doesn’t genuinely mean it when he calls me dumb.” He chuckles, focusing his attention back to what’s playing on TV. You sigh, a bit unsatisfied with his answer. “You know your friends better than I do,” You start, carding your fingers through his blonde tresses. “I just don’t think it’d kill him to be a bit kinder to you. You’re not in high school anymore, you don’t have to cater to him.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead. But what you said got him thinking.
— —
If Denki was being honest, he was pretty accustomed to the way things were. And if he hadn’t met you, he was sure that this would’ve been his everyday life.
You hadn’t meant to initially, but you made him realize that there was a sort of hierarchy within his friend group with Bakugo at the head and after being with you for so long, he realized he was actually getting fucking sick of it.
Sure, Bakugo’s kind of behavior is expected when you’re a hormonal teen struggling with new emotions, but now it’s time to get a fucking grip.
He hadn’t even meant for everything to go down the way it did, but Katsuki’s nothing if not a shit starter.
— —
“and then Mina’s gonna pick her up so they can get their nails done. I’m pretty sure they’re gonna head back to (Y/N)’s place to get ready and we can pick them up from there.” Kirishima explained to Denki, whilst simultaneously narrowly dodging a blue shell in Mario Kart. Denki grunts in frustration, his character having slipped on a banana peel. “That sounds good, gives us plenty of time-” He’s cut off by Katsuki’s brash voice sounding from the couch. “Hey, Dunceface, go and get me a milk carton from the kitchen.”
Now, normally Denki would’ve made a playful comment about Katsuki being lazy before getting up and doing what he was told, but after being with you, after spending so much time working on bettering himself not just for you, but for himself, he’s not just gonna be walked all over anymore.
“Nah I’m in the middle of something, anyways, Kiri. I was think-” “HAH?! Did ya fuckin’ hear me? I wasn’t asking-” “Is it really that serious, Bakugo? I’m doing something so just get it yourself.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at Bakugo’s immaturity. Both Kirishima and Sero watch the display with baited breath, unsure why Kaminari suddenly has a death wish. Bakugo’s eyes widen at the blatant disrespect, sparks threatening to shoot from his hands, however, Kaminari doesn’t back down.
Katsuki narrows his eyes before a humorless chuckle escapes him, “Oh, I get it. Ever since Chubs decided to fuck with your dumbass you think you’re a big man. But no matter who you fuck, Dunceface you’ll always be the idiot who can’t function after using their quirk.” Bakugo practically spits.
If Katsuki had said something like this around a year ago, Denki would’ve probably sulked and went to do what Bakugo had told him to, but now, he felt nothing but pure indifference. “You know something Bakugo, I really used to admire you,” Kaminari starts, a smug smirk making its way to Bakugo’s lips. “I really thought I wanted to be strong like you. But now, now I just feel sorry for you. I mean you spend everyday comparing yourself to Midoriya, you’re shitty to everyone who fucking cares about you and you’re so insufferable to everyone else that no one else genuinely WANTS to get near you.” A humorless chuckle leaves Denki’s own lips, grateful to finally get this off his chest. “You think people want to be around you because you’re cool when the only reason they can even stand to be near you is because of how dangerous your QUIRK is. People wouldn’t give a fuck about you otherwise.” Kaminari stands, collecting his stuff before moving towards the door, “I’ll see you guys later,” He emphasized to Kirishima and Sero. “Maybe you can get him to be an actual decent human being.” He scoffs, walking out of Kirishima’s apartment.
Bakugo’s left stunned, Kirishima’s shocked and Sero’s impressed. Though, it doesn’t take long for Bakugo’s shock to turn to anger, explosions ready to burst from his hands. “He’s. Fucking. DEAD!!” He exclaims, and that’s all it takes to snap Kirishima out of his stupor, trying his best to calm the explosive blonde down.
— —
It’s difficult for you to form a coherent thought with the sound of skin slapping against your ears.
You’re on your knees, arch pressed deep into your back as Denki slams his cock deep inside you. You gasp at the intrusion, but you have no time to recover as he sets an unforgiving pace. “He’s a fucking bitch. Doesn’t know shit.” He growls under his breath, hips canting against the fat of your ass, the sight of the rippling skin making his mouth water. You’re trying to talk, want to ask him what happened at Kirishima’s place, but then he’s slamming against that gummy spot deep inside and you keen.
You’re limp, practically dead weight as Denki flips you over onto your back. He has your knees pressed against your chest, your pudgy tummy folded over as he slams his hips against yours, the fat jiggling deliciously.
“Please,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath as he aims directly for your g-spot, your cunt clenching at his unforgiving pace. “Fucker thinks he knows shit about us, I’ll fucking show ‘im.” Denki mutters under his breath, cock throbbing at the warm wetness surrounding it.
He’s ravenous, tongue laving at your neck, sucking the skin harshly. You whine as his hands reach to pinch your nipples, your clit twitching signs of your impending release. “Please, baby. Let me cum, please.” You beg, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. The sight has Denki feeling a bit merciful, after all, you weren’t the one to rile him up.
So he pulls back a bit, sitting back on his haunches to grind his cock deep inside you, hitting spots you couldn’t dare reach on your own. He guides one of his hands down to your clit, using little shocks from his quirk on the bundle of nerves.
The feeling sends a new wave of arousal gushing from your already sore cunt, but you’re nothing if not greedy for his cum. “Want you to cum in me, baby. Wanna feel you fill me up.” You murmur, cradling his face in your palms. You do your best to keep eye contact, though, with the way his cock is drilling inside you, the action is difficult. You connect your lips together and the act has Denki’s hips stuttering before he thrusts once, twice and he’s filling you up, snatching your nth orgasm unexpectedly from you.
You slowly pull away from each other, though Denki is sure to keep his cock nestled deep inside you, flipping you both over so that you’re on top of him. You trace shapes on his bare chest, slowly coming down from your highs. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”
Denki sighs as he thinks back on what led him here. There was no doubt that the dynamic in the friend group has shifted, whether that was in his favor or not remained to be seen but what he could see was right in front of him.
You.
You were his present and his future, and as he slips his cock out of your sore cunt and the rush of his cum gushes from you like a river, his mouth waters at the idea of this being his new everyday. He shakes his head as he pushes you to lay back, situating himself between his new home.
Summary; Denki doesn’t play when it comes to threats to your relationship, even at the expense of his friends.
Warnings: smut (p in v, implied cunnilingus, breeding kink (I mean it’s me😂) slight quirkplay) mean!Denki (but really only to his friend, he takes it out on your pussy though😣) dickhead!bakugo.
SN: I will be posting the Jungkook fic soon!!😭but this is just a little snack I had preplanned until then😉😂
You weren’t quite sure how you got here.
As soon as Denki stormed through your door, everything had been a bit of a blur. The only things you were able to make out of the senseless rambling was “fucking dickhead” “can make her come harder than anything” “gonna fuckin’ breed her”.
That, that had your pussy quivering.
While you were busy pondering what brought on this sudden shift in your boyfriend’s mood, Denki was thinking of all the different ways he was going to show everyone just how much you’re his.
— —
“Does he always talk to you like that?” Denki looks up at you from where his head is resting on your lap. “Who?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion.
You’d both decided it was time for you to meet his friends and he couldn’t have been more excited about it. You met with the group at a homey sports bar for the more relaxed atmosphere and besides a few minor flubs, he thought you all got along well. You and Mina made plans to get your nails done together, you recommended the rolling papers you use to Sero, and Kirishima hadn’t found someone with his sense of humor in ages. You even managed to bring Bakugo out of his shell, bouncing recipes off of one another seamlessly. So he wondered what went wrong.
“Bakugo, I don’t really like how he talks to you.” You try to convey without looking controlling. “Like when he calls you stupid and things like that. I mean he even had you running around, getting stuff for him today like you’re some “errand boy”.” “That’s just how he is,” Denki waves you off. He was used to Bakugo’s antics after having gone to school with him, so he knows better than to take it to heart. “And he doesn’t genuinely mean it when he calls me dumb.” He chuckles, focusing his attention back to what’s playing on TV. You sigh, a bit unsatisfied with his answer. “You know your friends better than I do,” You start, carding your fingers through his blonde tresses. “I just don’t think it’d kill him to be a bit kinder to you. You’re not in high school anymore, you don’t have to cater to him.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead. But what you said got him thinking.
— —
If Denki was being honest, he was pretty accustomed to the way things were. And if he hadn’t met you, he was sure that this would’ve been his everyday life.
You hadn’t meant to initially, but you made him realize that there was a sort of hierarchy within his friend group with Bakugo at the head and after being with you for so long, he realized he was actually getting fucking sick of it.
Sure, Bakugo’s kind of behavior is expected when you’re a hormonal teen struggling with new emotions, but now it’s time to get a fucking grip.
He hadn’t even meant for everything to go down the way it did, but Katsuki’s nothing if not a shit starter.
— —
“and then Mina’s gonna pick her up so they can get their nails done. I’m pretty sure they’re gonna head back to (Y/N)’s place to get ready and we can pick them up from there.” Kirishima explained to Denki, whilst simultaneously narrowly dodging a blue shell in Mario Kart. Denki grunts in frustration, his character having slipped on a banana peel. “That sounds good, gives us plenty of time-” He’s cut off by Katsuki’s brash voice sounding from the couch. “Hey, Dunceface, go and get me a milk carton from the kitchen.”
Now, normally Denki would’ve made a playful comment about Katsuki being lazy before getting up and doing what he was told, but after being with you, after spending so much time working on bettering himself not just for you, but for himself, he’s not just gonna be walked all over anymore.
“Nah I’m in the middle of something, anyways, Kiri. I was think-” “HAH?! Did ya fuckin’ hear me? I wasn’t asking-” “Is it really that serious, Bakugo? I’m doing something so just get it yourself.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at Bakugo’s immaturity. Both Kirishima and Sero watch the display with baited breath, unsure why Kaminari suddenly has a death wish. Bakugo’s eyes widen at the blatant disrespect, sparks threatening to shoot from his hands, however, Kaminari doesn’t back down.
Katsuki narrows his eyes before a humorless chuckle escapes him, “Oh, I get it. Ever since Chubs decided to fuck with your dumbass you think you’re a big man. But no matter who you fuck, Dunceface you’ll always be the idiot who can’t function after using their quirk.” Bakugo practically spits.
If Katsuki had said something like this around a year ago, Denki would’ve probably sulked and went to do what Bakugo had told him to, but now, he felt nothing but pure indifference. “You know something Bakugo, I really used to admire you,” Kaminari starts, a smug smirk making its way to Bakugo’s lips. “I really thought I wanted to be strong like you. But now, now I just feel sorry for you. I mean you spend everyday comparing yourself to Midoriya, you’re shitty to everyone who fucking cares about you and you’re so insufferable to everyone else that no one else genuinely WANTS to get near you.” A humorless chuckle leaves Denki’s own lips, grateful to finally get this off his chest. “You think people want to be around you because you’re cool when the only reason they can even stand to be near you is because of how dangerous your QUIRK is. People wouldn’t give a fuck about you otherwise.” Kaminari stands, collecting his stuff before moving towards the door, “I’ll see you guys later,” He emphasized to Kirishima and Sero. “Maybe you can get him to be an actual decent human being.” He scoffs, walking out of Kirishima’s apartment.
Bakugo’s left stunned, Kirishima’s shocked and Sero’s impressed. Though, it doesn’t take long for Bakugo’s shock to turn to anger, explosions ready to burst from his hands. “He’s. Fucking. DEAD!!” He exclaims, and that’s all it takes to snap Kirishima out of his stupor, trying his best to calm the explosive blonde down.
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It’s difficult for you to form a coherent thought with the sound of skin slapping against your ears.
You’re on your knees, arch pressed deep into your back as Denki slams his cock deep inside you. You gasp at the intrusion, but you have no time to recover as he sets an unforgiving pace. “He’s a fucking bitch. Doesn’t know shit.” He growls under his breath, hips canting against the fat of your ass, the sight of the rippling skin making his mouth water. You’re trying to talk, want to ask him what happened at Kirishima’s place, but then he’s slamming against that gummy spot deep inside and you keen.
You’re limp, practically dead weight as Denki flips you over onto your back. He has your knees pressed against your chest, your pudgy tummy folded over as he slams his hips against yours, the fat jiggling deliciously.
“Please,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath as he aims directly for your g-spot, your cunt clenching at his unforgiving pace. “Fucker thinks he knows shit about us, I’ll fucking show ‘im.” Denki mutters under his breath, cock throbbing at the warm wetness surrounding it.
He’s ravenous, tongue laving at your neck, sucking the skin harshly. You whine as his hands reach to pinch your nipples, your clit twitching signs of your impending release. “Please, baby. Let me cum, please.” You beg, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. The sight has Denki feeling a bit merciful, after all, you weren’t the one to rile him up.
So he pulls back a bit, sitting back on his haunches to grind his cock deep inside you, hitting spots you couldn’t dare reach on your own. He guides one of his hands down to your clit, using little shocks from his quirk on the bundle of nerves.
The feeling sends a new wave of arousal gushing from your already sore cunt, but you’re nothing if not greedy for his cum. “Want you to cum in me, baby. Wanna feel you fill me up.” You murmur, cradling his face in your palms. You do your best to keep eye contact, though, with the way his cock is drilling inside you, the action is difficult. You connect your lips together and the act has Denki’s hips stuttering before he thrusts once, twice and he’s filling you up, snatching your nth orgasm unexpectedly from you.
You slowly pull away from each other, though Denki is sure to keep his cock nestled deep inside you, flipping you both over so that you’re on top of him. You trace shapes on his bare chest, slowly coming down from your highs. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”
Denki sighs as he thinks back on what led him here. There was no doubt that the dynamic in the friend group has shifted, whether that was in his favor or not remained to be seen but what he could see was right in front of him.
You.
You were his present and his future, and as he slips his cock out of your sore cunt and the rush of his cum gushes from you like a river, his mouth waters at the idea of this being his new everyday. He shakes his head as he pushes you to lay back, situating himself between his new home.
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