ALL HAIL KING KILLMONGER

24. Black. Marvel. Mature Content.

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[summary] sukuna wants to bone you and he makes it yuji’s problem.

[cws] fem reader. masturbation -> yuji. sukuna has vivid fantasies about reader v.v

Yuji thinks you’re a nice girl.

You’re funny, cute, sweet, and you’ve put him on his ass a few times during training and left him thoroughly impressed.

But he doesn’t like you … like, like you like you.

You’re cool to hang out with, play games with, train with, and sometimes he prefers you over Megumi when he’s thinking of getting up to some mischief—all in all, you’re a good friend, but that’s all he sees you as, a friend, and he’s sure you feel the same about him.

…

So why can’t he stop fisting his cock to thoughts of you? Because of that damned curse taking up residence inside of him — the dirty pervert.

Sukuna’s got a thing for you, a nasty thing that puts lewd images in Yuji’s mind and makes his hands and cock ache to touch you. And Yuji doesn’t want to think about these things, no! He doesn’t want to think about how you’d look on your knees, teary eyes looking up at him as your lips stretch wide around his cock. He doesn’t want to think about how you’d look knuckle deep in your pussy, back arched and toes pointed as you fucked yourself. He doesn’t want to think about how tight and warm and soft and perfect your cunt would feel wrapped around him, no, he doesn’t want to think about any of those things!

But that’s all Sukuna thinks about, everyday all day - Yuji gets no reprieve.

If he sees you in the morning, your usual smile on your face as you greet him with a ‘hey, itadori!’, an image of your smiling face is flashing through his mind, except this time there’s spurts of cum on your swollen lips and your tongue is lolling out, eagerly waiting for more.

If he happens to glance over at the wrong —right, Sukuna always snarks back— moment during training and see that Maki’s got you bent in a precarious position, suddenly all he can see is images of his cock slamming in and out of your cunt, puffy lips slick and your cum coating his base, coarse hairs there weighed down with his and yours essence.

It’s sick, perverted, and he can’t do a thing about it but what he’s doing right now in the privacy of his dorm; choking back moans as he fucks his fist to the thought of you, hips bucking up off the bed as Sukuna pushes forth an image of you sat atop him, doughy thighs bracketed around his hips, fingers splayed out on his chest as you meet his thrusts.

He swears he can feel it, feel you - feel the heat of your cunt wrapping around him, feel your slick coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls, feel your nails digging into his skin as your pussy flutters and you come—

“Fuck me.” Yuji doesn’t know if that came from him or Sukuna, and he doesn’t have time to think about it before another image is flashing, this one starring you with your face pushed down into the pillows, purple nails contrasting perfectly against your skin as he spreads your cheeks open to watch your cunt swallow up his cock.

Yuji groans as his thumb, big and calloused, roughly swipes over his leaking tip, hand tightening around his base as his heels dig into his mattress. There’s a pulling feeling at his cheek, and a fierce heat envelopes him as Sukuna’s deep drawl filters out in the room.

His words are rough, quick, breathy, and Yuji desperately wishes he’d shut the hell up because he doesn’t want to think about how ‘warm your pussy is’, or how it ‘probably squeezes real tight when you come’, or how your ‘tits bounce when you’re getting fucked’, or how you’ll probably ‘squeal, moan and cry like some bitch in heat when he plays with your little clit’—you’re his friend, and he yours, and it’s so fucking wrong to be thinking of you like this, and it’s all because of him.

The next and final image is a quick flash, no more than a second or two, and Yuji snaps his eyes shut as his teeth grind together, veins along the backs of his hand bulging as his cock twitches in his grip. Ah.

Your thighs are spread, gapped open and limp against the ruined sheets, while two of his fingers spread your lips open, a white gush of cum dripping out of your stretched hole and trailing down between your ass cheeks.

Yuji shudders, eyes slowly blinking open to see the mess he’s made on his stomach and chest, and he lets out a weak groan as he turns to bury his sweaty face into his pillow, already dreading the next onslaught of images that’re sure to bombard him soon.

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Whewwwwwww

My legs are QUAKINGGG

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++ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈/𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

[summary] during a playful fight between you and yuji, sukuna decides to make an appearance and air out yuji’s dirty secrets.

[cws] fem reader. dubcon. lewd use of sukuna’s tummy mouth. exhibitionism -> you’re in public but no one is around. one mention of a misogynist comment from sukuna. yuji thinks about you a lot. unedited.

“Do you …hah, do you give up yet?” Yuji pants as he has you pinned underneath him, sweat dripping off the ends of his hair and landing on your forehead.

You’d cringe and shrink away if you weren’t so determined to win this mock fight (never mind that you were drenched in your own sweat, as well).

“Absolutely not.” You grit out, hips futilely bucking up to try and get him off you. He barely budges, even having the nerve to laugh as he watches you struggle. You can hear Nobara booing quite enthusiastically, while Megumi grumbles about being late for class and having to hear ‘Gojo’s annoying mouth’.

“Ya know you’re not gonna win, so just give up already and agree to hosting movie night in my dorm this time!”

“Never! No one wants to stare at pin-up posters all night, plus your tv is too small, and your bed always smells like Doritos, and—”

“Geez, just say you hate me, why don’t you.” He rolls his eyes, going to sit back on his haunches as he stays straddling your waist. You kiss at your teeth, trying once more to buck him up while simultaneously bringing your hands up and shoving at his stomach. “And my bed does not smell like Doritos! Does it?” He snaps his head over to look at Nobara and Megumi.

“The cool ranch ones.” Nobara says, and Megumi nods in agreement. “Aka, the nastiest flavor.” Yuji gasps dramatically.

“That’s the best flavor! How dare you…” As he bickers back and forth with Nobara, you focus a little cursed energy into your hands. “…says the girl who eats pickles with whipped cream like she’s pregnant or someth—!”

In the blink of an eye you’ve got Yuji on his back as you straddle his stomach, a triumphant grin on your face as you keep your hands on his shoulders to keep him pinned flat against the ground. “Aha!”

“That’s cheating!” Yuji frowns up at you.

“No, it isn’t! It’s called strategizing.”

“Cheating!”

“I’m going to class.” Megumi begins to walk off, hands stuffed in his pockets, and you shout after him.

“Movie night is in my dorm!”

“Hey!” Yuji interrupts.

“Bring good snacks only!” You finish, and then Nobara is the next to go, jogging to catch up with Megumi as she flashes the both of you an amused grin.

“Cheater.” Yuji grumbles once it’s just you two, and you snicker as you let go of his shoulders and sit up, not bothering to stand up just yet. “Using cursed energy against your friend… you should be ashamed.”

“You literally threw a spear at me yesterday and it almost killed me.”

“That’s different! We were training, and I didn’t mean to throw it that hard.” His expression turned sheepish as he avoided your eyes, and you pursed your lips as you tapped his nose with the pad of your index finger. He wriggled it in response, and you softly laughed as you did it again.

“It’s fine, just know that you had it coming when I try to kill you in the future, mkay?” He blinks up at you.

“You’re creepy, you know that?”

“Says the boy with a third eyeball on his cheek.” This time you do cringe, watching as the red eye blinks open before settling on you.

“Wha—Sukuna!” Yuji snaps, hand moving to slap over the eye and cover it. “You should probably go now before he fully wakes up … you know how he is.” A pink hue bleeds into Yuji’s cheeks as he averts his eyes, and you feel your own face warm as you nod.

“Yeah,” you agree. Sukuna had always been insufferable from the moment you befriended Yuji, always piping up with mean, critiquing comments that bordered on being cruel. The comments had started with him bashing your fighting skills during your trainings with Yuji, quips of ‘you’re so slow - it’s a wonder you aren’t dead yet’, or ‘women on the battlefield is a bad fucking joke - hasn’t anyone ever taught you your place’, or ones that had left you teary-eyed and which you refuse to repeat.

Yeah, Sukuna was an asshole, which wasn’t a surprise to anyone, and you’d rather not have your day ruined before you even made it to your first class.

“I’ll see you tonight, Yuji.” You place your hands on his chest, about to use him to push yourself up to your feet, but a low, raspy voice has you stopping in your tracks.

“You’re sitting on my mouth.” Sukuna abruptly says, and you blink in confusion, your eyes flitting between Yuji’s and where you’re sitting.

“What?”

“Y-You should go now,” Yuji tries, but Sukuna is talking again and drowning him out.

“Your pussy, that hot thing between your legs, it’s on my mouth. See?” Something moves underneath you, and you flinch at the sound of fabric tearing before a yelp is leaving your mouth when something thick, damp and warm is pushing up between your legs and pressing against your clothed cunt. “You should be careful where you put that thing, y’know.”

He talks through the mouth on Yuji’s hand, and your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as Sukuna swipes his tongue against you again, his saliva wetting the fabric of your underwear.

“Sukuna, st—”

“Sit back and shut up.” Yuji falls silent in an instant, and a wave of panic washes over you when you see his eyes gloss over and his head fall back against the grass, black markings etching their way onto his face. A grin stretches across his face, and hands move to lock around your hips, fingers pushing into your flesh as he makes sure you can’t go anywhere. “That’s better.”

“Y-Yuji?” You sound breathless, and you gasp when his tongue worms its way past your panties to swipe in-between your folds. “Yuji!”

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, “the brat is still here. Watching and listening, he’s not gonna miss a thing, don’t you worry.” You don’t know if that’s worse or better—Yuji being aware of what’s happening, being able to see your face contort each time that tongue flicks at your clit, being able to hear the noises you try and fail to subdue.

“Stop,” your voice sounds weak to your own ears, and Sukuna guffaws, tongue forcing its way up into your cunt, the action eliciting a lewd squelch as he rubs against your walls.

“Stop.” He parrots back at you, hands tightening around your hips, and you duck your head down when his tongue leaves your hole to instead focus its attention back on your clit. “I don’t know what the brat gets all worked up about—yeah, you’ve got a sweet pussy and a nice pair of tits, but you’re a real fuckin’ tease. Rolling around with a boy in that flimsy little skirt and grinding your cunt up against him. Tch.”

“I wasn—Sukuna!” You jump when his teeth graze against your folds, the thought of him possibly biting you making a shiver of fear run up your spine.

“He wants to fuck you.” He couples the reveal with a harsh suck. “Fuck this cunt that I’m tonguing down - the pervert can’t go five minutes in a room with you without thinking about it.” Your ears burn as a fresh wave of slick rushes out of you, thighs trembling where they rest around his thick waist. “He’s too worried about scaring you off to do anything about it, though… but I don’t think he has anything to worry about, does he? Look at you.”

A whimper leaves your mouth, and you quickly sink your teeth into your bottom lip, not succeeding in blocking out the slurping, tacky sounds coming from between your legs. You want to stand up, get his mouth away from you so you can think straight, because your mind is all jumbled and fuzzy and screwy, and his words, his crude words that always made your skin hot and your stomach churn, is making it churn for another reason now.

“Won’t you give him a show, hm?” You barely register his words, and you yelp when his hand makes contact with your ass, fingers kneading at the doughy flesh as he repeats his earlier words. “Take your tits out.”

“No,” you warble, your hands weakly pushing at his wrists, a poor attempt to get him to stop moving your hips back and forth, forcing your cunt to side back and forth over his flattened tongue. “Sukuna, please.”

“Take ‘em out yourself, or I’ll do it for you and leave you to walk back to your dorm with nothing on.” You hesitate, eyes wet as you nervously lick at your lips, and when he makes a move for your shirt, you quickly begin to undo the buttons, fingers clumsy as they fumble repeatedly. “Good pet.”

Your blouse falls open as you undo the last button, revealing the pink bra you have on underneath, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you pull the cups of your bras down, fully exposing yourself Sukuna’s eyes .. and Yuji’s, too oh God.

The reminder that Yuji can see everything that’s happening sends a fleet of butterflies to your stomach, and you kick yourself mentally when you find yourself jutting out your chest just a bit. Does he like them, the thoughts zips through your mind, and you don’t have time to question where the hell it came from before hands are roughly squeezing at them, calloused fingers pinching and twisting at your nipples.

“Are they as good as you imagined, kid? Cause you imagine them a lot.” Sukuna smirks, and then he’s snapping his eyes up to yours. “You wanna know what he thinks about doing to them?” His tongue lazily laps at your folds, occasionally parting them to venture down to your clenching hole and take a dip inside before repeating the process.

Sukuna doesn’t wait for your answer.

“He thinks about putting his cock between them, pushing them together so it’s nice and tight and fucking them.” He demonstrates, hands pushing your breasts together, and you can’t help but watch his hands as they grope and fondle you. “Thinks about how they’d bounce when he’s got you riding his cock.” His hands leave your breasts to instead grip your hips, and you gasp when easily lifts you, just to drop you back down onto his tongue, the appendage sliding into your cunt and reaching deep.

“Sukuna!”

He continues to lift you up and down, forcing you to ride his tongue, and his eyes stay locked on your bouncing breasts, lips still fixed in that same smirk. “You gonna come?” You feel as if his words are directed at more than just you. He moves you faster, nails biting into your skin, and your face contorts into one of bliss as you hold onto his wrists as tight as you can, eyes fluttering shut as your pussy clamps down.

He pulls you down for the final time, mouth latched onto your cunt as you come, greedy gulps and sucks sounding as he swallows down your slick, his hands moving from your hips to your back. He roughly pulls you towards his face, and a whimper-y moan forces itself out of you as his lips wrap around a stiff nipple, teeth sinking in before he’s soothing the sting away with his tongue.

You sag against him, ragged breaths disturbing tufts of pink hair, and the aggressive sucking on your breast morphs into softer, gentler sucks, the nails that had been scratching at your back replaced with gentle caresses, and the tongue and mouth that had been abusing your now puffy and sore cunt is gone.

“Yuji.” You sigh, and he hums around you before his whole body goes stiff, tongue pausing its gentle swipe against your nipple, and hands slowly moving away from you. The heat against your chest is sweltering, and you push yourself up on shaky arms, tiredly blinking down at his red face.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know he would do that or say those things! I-I don’t even know why he said all those things, I don’t think about you like that, I swear!” He goes off into a tangent, eyes darting between your face and your breasts, and you sigh again before leaning back down to push your lips against his.

The kiss is chaste and quick, and when you pull back your face is as hot as his, and you become acutely aware of your state of dress, hands fumbling to fix your bra and redo your shirt as you avert your gaze.

“What was that for?”

“You… you wouldn’t stop talking.” You defend as you fix the last button, and then you’re struggling to your feet before Yuji finally frees himself from his stupor and helps you. He pulls away from you and takes a few steps back, the both of you staring at each other in silence for a bit, and your eyes widen when you see his shirt has been ripped away around the stomach, the skin there wet from you and his happy trail glistening with your juices.

“I-”

“You-”

“Sorry, you go.” You both interrupt each other again.

“He-”

“We-”

You heave out a breath as he groans, and when he goes to say something else to wave your hands back and forth, stopping him short. “Let’s never talk about this again.”

“Oh… okay! Yeah! Okay! Lips are sealed.” He motions to lock his lips and throw away the key, and you can’t help but smile just a bit.

“Okay.” You nod, hands twisting together, and there’s another uncomfortable silence before he speaks up again.

“I can, um, walk you to class?”

“Oka—oh, your shirt.” You gesture to his ruined uniform, and he looks down as his eyebrows raise.

“How’d that happen—oh, yeah.” He looks at you, and you roll your lips into your mouth. “I guess I should change then.” You nod. “I’ll see you tonight then, right? For movie night?” Could you really sit through a movie with him after what Sukuna just did, after what he told you? An ache starts as you recall what he had revealed to you, and your eyes meet Yuji’s as you nod again.

“Yeah. Tonight.”

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[summary] sukuna wants to bone you and he makes it yuji’s problem.

[cws] fem reader. masturbation -> yuji. sukuna has vivid fantasies about reader v.v

Yuji thinks you’re a nice girl.

You’re funny, cute, sweet, and you’ve put him on his ass a few times during training and left him thoroughly impressed.

But he doesn’t like you … like, like you like you.

You’re cool to hang out with, play games with, train with, and sometimes he prefers you over Megumi when he’s thinking of getting up to some mischief—all in all, you’re a good friend, but that’s all he sees you as, a friend, and he’s sure you feel the same about him.

…

So why can’t he stop fisting his cock to thoughts of you? Because of that damned curse taking up residence inside of him — the dirty pervert.

Sukuna’s got a thing for you, a nasty thing that puts lewd images in Yuji’s mind and makes his hands and cock ache to touch you. And Yuji doesn’t want to think about these things, no! He doesn’t want to think about how you’d look on your knees, teary eyes looking up at him as your lips stretch wide around his cock. He doesn’t want to think about how you’d look knuckle deep in your pussy, back arched and toes pointed as you fucked yourself. He doesn’t want to think about how tight and warm and soft and perfect your cunt would feel wrapped around him, no, he doesn’t want to think about any of those things!

But that’s all Sukuna thinks about, everyday all day - Yuji gets no reprieve.

If he sees you in the morning, your usual smile on your face as you greet him with a ‘hey, itadori!’, an image of your smiling face is flashing through his mind, except this time there’s spurts of cum on your swollen lips and your tongue is lolling out, eagerly waiting for more.

If he happens to glance over at the wrong —right, Sukuna always snarks back— moment during training and see that Maki’s got you bent in a precarious position, suddenly all he can see is images of his cock slamming in and out of your cunt, puffy lips slick and your cum coating his base, coarse hairs there weighed down with his and yours essence.

It’s sick, perverted, and he can’t do a thing about it but what he’s doing right now in the privacy of his dorm; choking back moans as he fucks his fist to the thought of you, hips bucking up off the bed as Sukuna pushes forth an image of you sat atop him, doughy thighs bracketed around his hips, fingers splayed out on his chest as you meet his thrusts.

He swears he can feel it, feel you - feel the heat of your cunt wrapping around him, feel your slick coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls, feel your nails digging into his skin as your pussy flutters and you come—

“Fuck me.” Yuji doesn’t know if that came from him or Sukuna, and he doesn’t have time to think about it before another image is flashing, this one starring you with your face pushed down into the pillows, purple nails contrasting perfectly against your skin as he spreads your cheeks open to watch your cunt swallow up his cock.

Yuji groans as his thumb, big and calloused, roughly swipes over his leaking tip, hand tightening around his base as his heels dig into his mattress. There’s a pulling feeling at his cheek, and a fierce heat envelopes him as Sukuna’s deep drawl filters out in the room.

His words are rough, quick, breathy, and Yuji desperately wishes he’d shut the hell up because he doesn’t want to think about how ‘warm your pussy is’, or how it ‘probably squeezes real tight when you come’, or how your ‘tits bounce when you’re getting fucked’, or how you’ll probably ‘squeal, moan and cry like some bitch in heat when he plays with your little clit’—you’re his friend, and he yours, and it’s so fucking wrong to be thinking of you like this, and it’s all because of him.

The next and final image is a quick flash, no more than a second or two, and Yuji snaps his eyes shut as his teeth grind together, veins along the backs of his hand bulging as his cock twitches in his grip. Ah.

Your thighs are spread, gapped open and limp against the ruined sheets, while two of his fingers spread your lips open, a white gush of cum dripping out of your stretched hole and trailing down between your ass cheeks.

Yuji shudders, eyes slowly blinking open to see the mess he’s made on his stomach and chest, and he lets out a weak groan as he turns to bury his sweaty face into his pillow, already dreading the next onslaught of images that’re sure to bombard him soon.

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[sukified]

— paint the planet gold.

❀ katsuki b. x fem!reader

❀ outline. your childhood best friend fucks you in your childhood bedroom

❀ w. 18+ content, pro!hero, use of petnames (baby, pretty, etc.), unprotected sex, creampie, praise, manhandling

❀ do not repost or copy pls pls pls thanks

The earliest memory that you have of Bakugou Katsuki was one in which you were crying, not much of a shocker when you consider just how sensitive you were as a child.

Cherry park was a hot spot for the local children to hit up after their elementary classes, directly across the school’s main entrance. Plenty of little chubby cheeked grade schoolers could be seen bolting across the road, an elderly lady with a big smile on her wrinkled face waving them by and playing the role of a crossing guard. Once that last bell sounded in the building and doors were opened, she was greeted with screams of excitement and plenty of high fives.

You’ve always had a gentle soul, something that Katsuki finds to be a blessing and a curse to this day, sticking true to how he felt when he first met you. His big, red eyes watched as you tripped in the middle of the crosswalk, the laces of your shoes catching under your feet and making you scrape your knee across the pavement. Despite the elderly crossing guard helping you up and dusting you off like the kindhearted woman she was, you still sniffled like crazy.

The little boy watched you bow in thanks, little fists catching the fat tears that dribbled down your cheeks. He had known of you, you’d been in his class all school year, fairly quiet but well liked by your classmates regardless. It was easy to pick you out of the crowd, it always had been for him, coming as natural as breathing and blinking.

It was against his regular nature to feel this swimming sensation deep in his gut, he should’ve spun his heel the other way and let you cry about a stupid scrape by yourself. For some reason, he couldn’t turn the other cheek and play by the water like he did every single day after classes. His body wouldn’t let him, his heart wouldn’t let him.

With the tiniest flush to his cheeks and an evident furrow in his brow, Katsuki reached a hand out to you as you sat on the curb, refusing to look at you. Snot grossed him out, after all. “I’ll walk ya home. Stop your whining, your face is getting all sticky.”

Wordlessly, your little fingers wrapped around his own, and he couldn’t even deny how the feeling shot straight to his heart. Even in present time, Katsuki still couldn’t get over how strong his emotions felt at such a young age, it confused him deep to his core and he’d rather not ponder over it. Love at first sight wasn’t exact the case, because when he first settled his gaze on you, he thought you were just another twerp.

This wasn’t textbook. It wasn’t a cliché that you’d see in the cinema on Valentine’s Day or read in some romance novel that you decided to pick up and read a chapter or two of before letting it collect dust on the bookshelf. His pull to you was magnetic, he couldn’t retract even if he desperately wanted to. Luckily for him, you weren’t unbearable, so the thought never crossed his mind anyway.

That very out of character act from Katsuki blossomed an unspoken friendship, one that grew as the years went on, slowly finding comfortability and shelter in one another. You watched him grow from the sidelines, always cheering him on like the sweetheart you turned out to be. He’d tell you to buzz off, he even had a phase where he totally pushed you away because he was blinded by his ambition and hunger for his dream.

Still, he found his way back to you, and you let him. Your childhood was made both fun and safe with the blonde, he’d served by your side without you needing to ask. When you fell, he picked you up with the faintest grumble under his breath. When you got your first boyfriend, he rolled his eyes and resented the boy you got yourself wrapped up with for as long as the relationship lasted. When you guys reached senior year, he took you to prom and bought you the most annoyingly expensive yet beautiful corsage to flaunt on your wrist.

The future was never something that the two of you discussed, despite the fact that you were inseparable and spent more time together than with your own families. Of course, you knew that Katsuki was gonna go pro, training with that stubborn and headstrong mindset to surpass everyone above him and come out on top. Of course, he knew that you wanted to take an educational route and go off to make millions with your brain and smarts.

However, the day that you left for university was the day that Katsuki’s heart left his hometown. It was sudden, the change happening within a few months time down from the point you got accepted into a great school up to your departure. He sent you off with crossed arms and a stern look, hating that you were on your own and feeling a weird pit in his stomach. Who would protect you? Surely you wouldn’t be dumb enough to keep quiet, to not reach out to him for help if you needed it.

That feeling in his gut never left. Although the two of you would call each other up daily, that bond still strong and needing its fix, he still couldn’t push past the feeling. He’d never been good with his emotions, it wasn’t something he bothered to focus on, too consumed with desire to be the best hero his goddamn country had ever laid eyes on. He was born gifted and he wanted to make his mark on the world instead of sit by, idly wasting his potential and strength.

So, yeah. Feelings, icky emotions, they were all child’s play to him. He only felt relief from his head and heart when you said that you’d be coming back for Christmas break, having been away for months, the longest he’d gone without you. He was far too prideful to admit just how much he missed you, but he was starting to forget the smell of your perfume and it was driving him mad.

Of course he got you a gift, and of course he needed to take you upstairs to give it to you. He thought it would be sentimental and shit, receiving your first ever present from him in the childhood room that the two of you spent your lives in. The walls were still baby pink, the dresser and nightstand were still the same wicker set, the carpet was still fluffy and soft. All of these little details brought a sense of familiarity to Katsuki as he sat himself down on the edge of your bed with a sigh.

“What exactly drove you to get me a gift?” Your voice was soft as you quirked a brow of question his way, stalking over to your sheer curtains to tug them shut since the sun was setting, closing your bedroom off to the people outside. He may or may not have kept his eyes glued to your ass as you walked away from him, that skirt you were wearing looked new, he was simply appreciating your most recent splurge.

You had strangely matured so much from the few months you’d spent apart from him, you were glowing and it appeared that you grew some confidence. Maybe you were making more friends, seeing new things, getting out of that quiet shell and enjoying life. The thought both made him smile faintly and grow hard in his pants, focusing his attention on the big teddy bear in the corner of the room to get his dick to calm down.

“Dunno. I was on patrol and it caught my eye, damn near blinded me because the sun was shining right on it.” His voice was gruff and you couldn’t deny that he had also seemed stronger, if that was even possible. His chest muscles poked out of his black cotton tee, some chain dangling around his neck and tucked into the collar. He had gathered hearty scars all around his arms, his fingers, his neck. Eye candy, to say the least.

Shaking your head at the thought and deciding to listen when being spoken to, you tilt your head in curiosity, a habit that you’ve had since Katsuki first met you. The action made him smirk as he picked the black box out of his sweatpants pocket, tossing it your way, resisting the urge to itch at his neck awkwardly like some loser.

You were elated to unbox a simple necklace, the diamond embedded in the pendant sparkling under the dim light of your ceiling fan, matching the twinkle in your irises just like he thought it would. He avoided your gaze, red eyes trained at the plushy carpet underneath your feet, his thumbs stroking the pink quilt that the two of you used to hide under and share ghost stories in.

Suddenly, your arms were hooked around his neck and he blanked. The two of you had never been all that touchy, physical affection wasn’t his style and you respected that like you always did with everything around you. This time, it was okay, welcome even. He got a nice whiff of that fruity fragrance that he had been forgetting and the scent made his goddamn head cloud up.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” The sound of your voice rings in his ear like a siren’s song, his eyes fluttering shut, allowing himself to soak this moment up. After basking in your embrace long enough to satisfy him, feeling your chest all up against his, he shrugged you off. This urge to touch you, taste you, tease you was getting unbearable and he needed you away immediately.

Of course, you thought nothing of it when he pushed at you gently, only snickering under your breath before darting over to your big pink princess vanity to put the necklace on. He took the opportunity to adjust himself in his slacks, cursing his weak mind, wondering why his attraction for you had to skyrocket so drastically now that the two of you were in such an intimate setting.

Breaking through his racing thoughts, your sweet voice called out to him, his gaze snapping over to where he watched you struggle to clasp the metal into place. You had your eyes trained on him, batting your eyelashes like a damsel in distress that he would always be weak in the knees for. Understanding what you needed, he got up with a groan, hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way behind you.

Your delicate hands pushed your hair up and out of the way, he watched as you bunched everything in your grasp and held it to your head, neck completely exposed to him. What was with him? Did he get hit with some damn aphrodisiac quirk in the line of battle recently or have you always been this alluring?

“Is it tight enough?” His breath was hot against the shell of your ear, red eyes looking much more primal than they usually do as they meet yours in the mirror. There’s no way that he misses the way your breathing falters, hitching in your throat at the gruff sound of his voice. He’d always been attentive to the faintest detail, after all.

You’d be right in guessing that he picked up on your abnormal body language, he also caught sight of the goosebumps forming along your arm in his peripheral. Silly girl.

“Mhm,” The soft sound of approval shakes a bit as you feel a large hand slip along your waist, curving around your ribs and brushing the velvety material of your top with his thumb. It felt nice to the touch, the shade of pink bringing out your complexion and complimenting you. It seemed that you were just too tempting for him this time around, his eyes never leaving yours as he stroked at your front with loose fingertips, feeling the grooves of the buttons that held your shirt together.

With his touches and the warmth of his exhales against your skin, the air thickened around the two of you immensely. He smelled like firewood and amber, must have taken up your advice on buying cologne instead of relying on just laundry detergent. Your lip twitches at the thought of him listening to you, finding it fascinating how you had someone like him wrapped around your finger for years upon years.

Katsuki was one who gave everyone a fair shot, never judging ability by looks, never judging personality by past. It was just the way he felt was right, he didn’t see anything good coming out of overestimating or underestimating a person. Despite this, he treated you with a certain fragility that many didn’t even know he possessed. You were delicate in his eyes, and he blames it on your very first encounter with your scraped up knee and wet cheeks. Clumsy falls and accidents were inevitable at that age, but you were too sweet.

You’d always been too sweet for your own good. “You look different. Don’t tell me you’ve been hooking up with frat brothers or something, I’ll really lose all faith in humanity.”

There was a mix of humor and seriousness in his words, you’ve developed the ability to read between the lines when it came to him. He was complex and one thing spoken could mean three things left unsaid with him. He was curious about your sex life, maybe even a little jealous, if that shine in his eye was anything to go by. Always truthful, always a good girl, you give him the answer straight.

“You know I’m too focused on my studies to do any of that,” The tone of your voice is soft and dismissive, hoping he doesn’t pry further and dig into that head of yours like he tends to. He’d find out that he’s the object of your desire, that you look for him in every man that crosses your path, that you bury your fingers into your pussy down to the hilt late at night when you think of his face. “Don’t start doubting me now just cause I’ve been away, Katsu.”

His dick twitched in his sweats at the nickname, hand slowing to a stop, resting right underneath your left breast with his palm settled flat against the fabric of your top. It was good news, knowing that you’ve been on your best behavior while you were miles away despite the fact that you owe him nothing. You’re not his girl, you’re not meant to be loyal to him, but he was loyal to you. Never touched any women, never found enough interest to even gawk at any women that aren’t you.

Tensions rising, you feel yourself growing impatient, hungry. The look in his eyes would probably scare off many, narrowed and red and sharp. You knew better, you knew every inch of Katsuki’s personality and habits, his traits. That was the look of desire, the same fire in his eyes could be seen when he’s ready to fight to prove his worth, when he wanted something.

You don’t even have an excuse for the way your body backs up a bit, not much distance to cover in the first place, ass pressing up against his crotch wordlessly. His chest stutters a bit as you feel the muscles of his pecs flat against your shoulder blades, the height difference between the two of you being distinct like it always had been.

This was his green light, his sign and cue to give into every cell in his makeup that’s begging him to get a taste of you, to find out what you sound like when you’re stretched out on a thick cock, to experience firsthand just how every muscle in your face contorts when you cum. You were throwing yourself at him and how foolish would he have to be to deny you?

His hand slowly travels up the curve of your breast, his right joining the left to tackle both of those beautiful tits at once, his hefty and calloused palms kneading at your skin through your flimsy velvet material without a word. Your eyes fluttered shut, nails curling deliciously into his wrists as he gropes you, feels the flesh squish between his fingers, his cock making itself known as it selfishly pokes at your thigh.

“You’d probably think I’m fucked in the head if you heard just how often I thought of this,” He whispers low in your ear before letting his lips press against the area behind your lobe, trailing the searing kisses down your neck slowly, strategically covering just as much skin as he can in the descent. Your soft whimper is rewarding, and he’s quick to realize that you don’t even have anything on underneath this tiny, buttoned up top. “It’s funny. You never wore a bra in any of my fantasies either. Glad to see I was on the mark like I always fuckin’ am when it comes to you.”

The admission of him feeling the exact same way as you has your legs wobbly and weak, knees nearly buckling as you’re finally getting what you’ve been craving, the taste all too good on your tongue. His teeth were gentle, a contrast of his brash personality, grazing your skin with delicacy before he found a spot worthy of a mark. The sucks were lewd and loud, bouncing off of these familiar pink walls, your hands shakily reaching forward to brace yourself against the vanity in front of you.

He chuckled as you flopped forward, following right behind you and keeping your body pressed up against him, sneaking fingers unbuttoning your shirt one by one. The top became less and less restricting before finally sliding off with gentle pushes from Katsuki’s fingers, hitting the carpet with a soft thud.

Your nipples immediately felt the roughness of his fingertips, wet with spit that he gathered from your neck thanks to his sloppy kisses and sucks, rolling your peaked buds slowly. The sound of your moans give him a headrush and he’s desperate to hear more, pinching them gently between his thumb and index fingers, the sight of you taking his assaults in the mirror with screwed up eyes and a sweaty sheen over your forehead making him chuckle to himself.

“Let’s get you on the bed before you get all weak on me, baby,” Katsuki calls to you, guiding you by your hips and helping you climb up onto your squeaky, old bed. Your ass is cute as you settle down on your knees, back to him and hands planted in that pink quilt. “Oh, you want it like that, huh? Makin’ my job so easy for me, aren’t you?”

Maybe you were being a little eager, and this would probably be embarrassing with any other person who got you in bed, but this was your Katsu. The same one who held your hand when crossing streets because you weren’t vigilant enough just yet, the same one who wasn’t afraid to stick his head into any conversation where your name came up to defend you within an inch of his life in case they were foul with their words. He was your protector, and now he had you spread out in front of him like his last meal.

Your body jolted as his fingers found their way under your skirt, pressing two pads against the material of your little thong to feel just how needy he managed to get you. Soft whines left your lips as you pressed your face further into the cloth underneath you, looking behind your shoulder shyly with your ass up in the air for him. That figure of yours was just speaking to him and he understood every fucking word like your twitches and spasms were his second language.

“Shh, still such a crybaby after all of these years,” Katsuki’s voice is condescending as he rubs light circles against your throbbing clit, the thin fabric creating a pesky barrier that you kicked your feet at, the frustration oozing out of your pores. You were desperate to feel those thick fingers on your cunt, collecting your drippy arousal and smearing it all along your folds like you did when you thought of him.

Luckily, he was ever attentive, hooking his thumbs around the straps of your soiled panties and peeling them down, letting the garment hang loosely around your right ankle in case you wanted to kick it off because he couldn’t be bothered to wait another second. His fingers are quick to find the hood of your clit, pulling it back gently before swirling the bud around with his middle finger. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip at the way you arched your back in response, hips greedy as they grind down against the touch.

“Patience,” He demands with a tsk, pushing his free palm flat on the curve of your back, the heavy and authoritative touch making you slow to a stop with desperate whimpers. “I waited decades for this pretty pussy, I’m gonna savor her and you’re gonna let me.”

Now, you know better than to test him, to go against Katsuki when he has his mind made up. Lust and desire are fueling every caress, every word, every goddamn breath that he’s taking as he plays with your cunt. He’s got tunnel vision, drowning out the aspects of your old bedroom, eyes focused on your pussy and the way it clenches so beautifully around absolutely nothing.

You writhe underneath him, shaking like a leaf and grasping on the quilt trapped under your body like a lifeline. Everything about this is symbolic, every knick-knack settled on the bookshelf watched the two of you grow up, form an unbreakable bond between souls. Now, they watched as he was pressing his fingers past the tight ring of your creamy hole and you were loving it, pressing your ass back against his hand with moans of greed.

“So warm in here, all wet and sloppy, you’ve got the messiest cunt I’ve ever seen,” Katsuki murmurs more to himself than to you, absolutely enamored at the way your walls envelope his fingers and soak them, the essence dripping down his digits while his middle and ring finger scissor them open. To him, it feels like you’re telling the truth, like you really were the angel who kept herself good while you were away at university, like your pussy wasn’t breached by some loser’s tiny dick the way that he feared.

He had always thought you were far too precious for meaningless hookups. That body of yours is worthy of praise, love, intimacy. You need fucked by a fat cock, you need to cum so hard that your brains melt into mush and ooze out of your damn ears. In his mind, you deserve nothing but the upmost best and he was more than happy to show you what it’s like to be treated right, properly.

Your juices poured out of you like a river, coating the skin of his fingers, his hand, his wrist in a sticky reminder of just how much he’s got you turned on right now. It’s not long before he’s pulling away, and you nearly complain before you hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, shutting up quickly as it registers in your head.

“You on the pill?” There’s a desperation to his voice as everything hits him, that he’s gonna get to bury himself inside of you. He’s gonna feel you wrapping around him, finally claiming you all for himself.

You nod, and it’s not enough for him. Katsuki is a man of verbal reassurance when it comes to moments like this, and you earn yourself a hand on your face. His thumb grazes your cheek blindly for a moment, having to tower over you and reach over your shoulder, but he’s quick to wrap you up and pull you back. Bracing yourself on your knees, he has you eye level now with his pure strength, pussy drooling onto the covers underneath you as he manhandles you.

“Try that again.”

“Yes, Katsu, ‘m on the pill,” Your response is breathy, quiet, a little whiny as he keeps a hand around your face, thumb pressing into the flesh of your cheek lightly before he travels down to keep the hand nestled on the column of your throat instead. He needs a view of your face as he eases his cock into you, he needs to see if his wet dreams did your beauty justice even though he knows they could never.

A shared gasp of utter relief flows into the thickness of the air, he needs to bare his fingers into the fleshy meat of your ass to stop himself from busting so early. You’re tight, warm, so wet that he almost slides out completely when he pulls his hips back to inspect the pearly essence smeared all over his base.

You’re on your wits end underneath him, sinking into the sheets as soon as he lets your body go, grabbing a stuffy within reach to hug while he starts a slow and sensual pace that keeps your toes curled.

The sound of skin is wet as it bounces off of the walls, his hips holding a force that rams against your ass, rough grunts pouring out of his mouth as he watches your cunt spasm to accommodate his length. She’s just as eager as you, sopping and squelching everytime Katsuki sinks himself back inside, your body telling him firsthand just how good of a job he’s doing.

“You’re runnin’ baby,” His voice is smooth and light as your body jolts further up the bed, keening away from the overwhelming feeling of his tip reaching your cervix, deeper than any other man could ever dream of reaching. He doesn’t gotta worry about any stupid frat boys anymore, especially after fucking you so good that your mind is turning against you, empty of any and every thought. “Stop runnin’, take this dick like you were meant to, c’mon. Work for me.”

Although he loves the princess aspects of you, he’s waited just as long to get his hands on you, and Katsuki was nothing if not a tiny bit selfish. He wanted to watch you take it, wanted you to put on a show for him and give him a taste of what he’s been missing by fucking around for all of these years without so much as kissing you.

“Let’s go, pretty. Show me what you’re fuckin’ made of,” His fingers work your clit as his hips slow to a stop, sweat running down his neck, the cotton collar of his tshirt soaking it up. The way your thighs tremble as you pause, mind hazy and struggling to catch up because you’re so fucked out feeds into his ego.

Then, you put two and two together like the brainiac you’ve always been and find yourself backing your ass up on his thick cock, sloppy cunt crying and coating his balls with a sticky mixture of his pre and your juice, throwing your hips back against him just like he wanted. You strived to make him proud, pushing past the tightness in your belly as you fuck back onto his dick, moaning like a bitch in heat the whole way through.

“Good girl, what a good fuckin’ girl,” Your cunt pulses at the praise and he feels it, he relishes in it. You’ve always gotten flustered when he would throw his yearly compliment at you, it’s making sense why. Your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed either, because soon he has a hand on the nape of your neck, covering the dainty chain of your new necklace as he snaps his hips into your heat.

The bed creaks with the brute force and you’re reminded of the way you used to jump on your bed together, of the times when you’d play fight or sit and talk about anything and everything. Now it’s dirtied and violated because he’s bullying into your hole with fervor, with the objective of pumping his cum into you and letting it spill out of you so he can eat it up. This room, the wholesome memories, all of them are now tarnished.

He can’t help but wonder what’s on your mind, your walls are spasming like they’re trying to milk him dry, giving him an out of body experience as he finally lets his noises slip past his grit teeth. You sound like you’re getting mauled, and really you are, but the way your body twitches is telling him that he’s doing something right.

“Right here?” He coos in your ear as he gets you louder than you already were, his hand keeping your face shoved in the mattress, chuckling to himself breathlessly as he watches you nod eagerly. The pace he uses against your spot is brutal, fucking moans and screams out of you like it’s light work, wearing your pussy out until it’s sore. “Yeah, right fuckin’ there? Huh, baby?”

You chant and yell into the sheets, all muffled and hoarse, barely able to pick your head up if you tried. He’s stealing your energy away, abusing his stamina by pushing his pleasure to the back burner. It’s his way of making up for lost time.

“Now that I’ve got a taste…” He can’t seem to shut up in true Katsuki fashion, words mumbled right against your ear, thick and hot and dripping of pure, raw truth. “You’re not gettin’ away from me, hear that? This is mine. My pussy, yeah?”

The words rip your orgasm right out of your hands with a vengeance, body instantly slumping against the comforter as you cream so hard around his cock that you’re nearly pushing him out with the convulsions, thighs quaking and unable to keep your hips in the air.

Luckily, his strong hands catch them, holding them in place so he can plant his seed as deep as he pleases, letting out a string of profanities as his eyes roll back into his head. There’s no way anything could ever top this experience, shared in such a sacred room, with such a precious person. He pumps you full with a harsh breath, planting soft kisses along your spine before he slips out and falls beside you with a huff.

The silence almost makes you laugh, but you don’t even have the energy to do anything but breathe. His arm is warm and heavy as it wraps lazily around your waist, tugging you into his side. You snuggle up to his body heat instantly, far past the point of caring about sweat and scent.

“I don’t think I even gave you a proper kiss yet…” He breaks the tension with a soft hum, tilting your chin up gently to plant a sweet, slow kiss right onto your lips. You smiled into it and it made him do the same, always indulging in that soft spot that you managed to take up in his heart.

Maybe this was how it was meant to be.

[m-itsukikoga]

the bathrooms at house parties are really only used for one thing

pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader w/c: 4.0k warning/s:  fem!reader (has a pussy, wearing makeup + skirt), established relationship, toxic relationship, cheating, alcohol mention (tipsy sex), blood/biting/marking/cutting mention, unprotected sex, degradation/name calling (not really but just in case), hair pulling, fingering (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving)

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“you know you're a terrible friend, right?” your voice was already broken, growing more and more uneven the more your chest heaved against his, your words nearly silent against the blond’s skin, painted lips planting a kiss on his before travelling down his jaw and neck to the collar of his shirt. your airy voice was just loud enough to be heard over the heavy bass music shaking the wooden door, near deafening on the other side of it, the party in full swing, whooping and cheering, and a near constant clink of beer bottles tapping together breaking through the music occasionally, the celebrations downstairs continuing as if the two of you had never been there at all.

“i am, huh? what about you? abandoning the party you set up, just for a quick fuck?” katsuki was too breathless for his mean tone to carry any of the usual bite, the words only coming across as a hushed, panted attempt at his typical bullying. it made you return an equally breathless giggle at him, pulling back from kissing his neck to stare up into his carmine eyes studying you with half-lidded, smoky eyes; your dark eyeliner smudged around them just the way he liked. leaning back on the sink to rest your back against the small mirror behind you, your eyes sparkled staring into his, mischief and lust swimming around the depths of your pupils. he couldn’t wait to have them rolling into the back of your head, exactly like they did every time you met like this, rushing, locked in cramped, darkened rooms whenever you both had a free moment, not a second thought for the time or place, only thinking of feeling one another.

even here, your game of kings cup and bursts of dancing cut short when your eyes met his ruby red ones across the hall the moment he walked through the door, only breaking the intense contact to answer a heavy tap on your shoulder; the birthday boy tilting your chin up for your punishment drink, the cup half full of random splashes of everyone's alcohol; your’s and eijiro’s hard lemonade, ochako’s gin and tonic, momo’s prosecco and jirou’s fruity vodka, and you thought you could taste juuuust taste the beer denki dug out too. eijiro flashed his sharp white teeth down at you in a lopsided grin when you dipped your head back further and opened your mouth, your eyes locked up into his scarlet ones as you tried your hardest not to choke on the gross mixture of the drinks, cheering with high fives, whistling and whooping with everyone when you swallowed it with a sour face, missing the way katsuki’s scarlet eyes tracked a stray droplet of the liquid down your jaw, to your neck, to your chest before it disappeared into your neckline.

while you were celebrating, receiving a boyish slap on the back from hanta, katsuki was still surveying you, only pulled from his focus on you by his friends shoving him in greeting, dragging the fashionably late blond into the kitchen, denki passing him a can while mina handed him a fresh cup, pressuring him to catch up before you could even get in a greeting. katsuki had already downed half the cup by the time the redhead let go of your jaw to greet his final friend to arrive. you wiped your chin, catching any last stray drops from the foul drink with your finger, sucking into your mouth, your heart jumping to your throat catching his gaze once more, cherry red eyes locking to your lips over the rim of the plastic cup, stormy pupils glued to your dark lips wrapped around your finger.

not even an hour after he showed up, here you were: your skirt hiked up around your hips and your hair mussed while your heartbeat thrummed under the skin of your throat against his soft lips, the centre of them stained red from whatever he was drinking before pulling you in here, the empty cup abandoned on the edge of your sink beside your own, both of you preoccupied with exploring hands under shirts, lips and teeth clashing, both of you trying to take everything you needed from each other; desperate to feel his hot skin against yours already, one kiss from him already getting your breath hitching in the back of your throat, your blood burning hot with need.

“oh please, you know that is nowhere near what you’re doing, this has to be some kind of record, you couldn’t even wait, what? a week?” you teased, catching the way his eyes flashed a shade darker in the mirror ahead of you when he spun you around, a threatening squeeze of his rounded fingernails into the fat of your hips and the sharp point of his canines serving as a warning to shut your mouth before he’d do it for you. you were right, he knew it, but he also knew you weren’t much better, maybe even worse, parading around in the shortest skirt he knew you owned; he could picture you clear as day digging through all of them for this one, picking it for the way it hugged your figure, for the ease katsuki would hike it high on your hips to leave your thighs on display, so little of the fabric covering you he hardly even needed to tug at it to admire the curve of your ass. biting your lip, you submitted to his threats, not having the time you typically would to play with him, to mock his obsession with you, your addiction to each other, instead settling in more against the sink, pushing your ass back against him, “you got a condom, ‘ki?

“i’ll pull out,” his warm breath and soft lips on the side your neck reminded you of every time you’d ended up exactly like this, katsuki always determined to kiss you anywhere he could reach in the time you had, but never leaving any evidence, the same couldn’t be said for your lipstick marring his jaw, clearly this rule was being thrown to the wind tonight, dull fingertips digging into your clothed tits as his teeth latched onto your neck, finally laying his claim on your skin after nearly a year of this, letting his fingertips leave ten cute bruises on your skin beneath his hands, ignoring the way you tried to push him away from you (with next to no effort, not really wanting him to stop), whispering sternly to him, “oi.”

“shut up, no one out there is sober enough to notice.” his lips didn’t move far from the side of your throat while he gruffly responded in your ear, sliding your shirt up your stomach to expose your tits to him, hot fingertips toying with your hard nipples as his mouth moved, stormy garnet eyes watching you shiver at his unusually bold behaviour before he moved back up toward your face, nipping hard beneath your ear to force a gasp from you, “‘n i know you need it, sweetheart, need it rougher than what he gives you, i could cut you and you’d thank me. or don’t you remember when you were on your back, voice all high, beggin’ me to fuck you like a bitch in heat? use me, katsuki, that sound familiar?”

you flushed hot hearing him mock your high-pitched moaning, your mouth snapping shut, not wanting to admit you thought of it constantly, replaying his growls and deep groans in your mind when you needed to cum. when you stayed quiet, not admitting anything, he continued, one thick hand travelling up your bare navel to your chest to settle at your neck, holding your jaw like the redhead had earlier, keeping your face forward for him to stare down in the mirror, “next time you tease me like that, you’ll have handprints to try n’ explain to him.”

it wasn’t so much a threat, as it was a promise, no venom coating the words, only desperation underlying his arrogance, damn near begging you to give him a reason to make you his. you melted more into his touch hearing his voice dropping at the mention of his handprints littering your skin, giving up trying to dissect his tone, instead just revelling in his rough, impatient hands roaming your body, slipping between your thighs to stroke the slippery, sensitive skin there, the very tips of his fingers tugging at the tiny amount of fabric there. katsuki’s frenzied touches to your pussy sent electricity through your nerves, the feel of his warm hands on your more addicting than any other date could ever hope to be, his eyes far more captivating, always keeping your gaze locked on his in the mirror, your eyelashes fluttering to break the intense contact the moment his fingers sunk into your dripping cunt with a low groan.

“see, baby? you still need me, you always will.” you were too distracted to respond, to try and argue despite how wet you got looking at him, focusing on keeping your sounds of pleasure as soft as you could, making sure the music remained the most prominent sound in the house. katsuki had already let go of your face, but hypnotised by his sculpted form, you kept staring forward at his reflection, his free hand now pressing on the small of your back to keep you arched in front of him, keeping your needy cunt on display (katsuki addicted to how your body reacted to him, it didn’t tease or mock him, it never lied about how much it needed him). your pussy was the star of the show, evident by the way he toyed with you; plunging and curling his fingers deep inside you until you keened, only pulling them back to rub your clit, taking his time to warm you up, hardly needing to when you fucked him only five days ago in an unused supply closet, shelves covered in a thin layer of dust disturbed only by his handprints and your ass.

you got lost staring at him, your heart racing anytime his strong hands were on you, thinking about what he was saying with his hand around your neck; he was right of course, katsuki had always been the only one to satiate you, to scratch the itch deep inside you that no nice guy you’ve ever dated would be able to, the kind of itch only he could relieve, a frenzied fuck that had you both out and done in under thirty minutes, half of that time spent toying with each other, instead of making love for hours into the night. his thick fingers, sharp teeth, venomous words and stormy glare doing more to you than all the others before him combined, locking knowing eyes with him across a room getting you closer to cumming than some of their cocks.

“quit thinkin’ so loud.”

his words brought you back down to earth, back to focusing entirely on his body heat on your skin, one of his hands squeezing your hip so tight you were worried he’d keep his promise and leave a dark mark on your skin for days to come. attentive eyes were locked on your reflection, he waited until your mouth dropped open to spit back some bratty retort at him, certain it would’ve been dripping with attitude if he didn’t sink himself into you, cutting you off; barking out a laugh at the way your eyebrows furrowed and you immediately bit down on your bottom lip to stay quiet, he thought you looked like your eyes were about to cross like some lewd manga kaminari and sero would froth over. not even giving you a moment to adjust to him, not like you really needed it with how effortlessly he got you wet, katsuki started fucking you urgently, his hips slamming into your ass over and over again, almost as if he was suddenly aware of the time constraint you were on, someone sure to notice the pair of you missing soon enough.

hard porcelain dug into your hips, your hands gripping the edge of the sink doing little to hold your body up against the strength of katsuki’s hips pumping behind you, no concern for the way he kept pushing you forward, your head nearly bumping the mirror if not for him gripping the hair at the back of your head.

“nothin’ to say now, huh, baby? you know i’m right, he doesn’t fucking compare to how i fuck you, or you wouldn’t keep crawlin’ back.”

katsuki’s arrogance was well-deserved, even if you wouldn’t say it aloud, the barely-there brush of his calloused fingertips over your clit had you hissing, your hips bucking into his touch, demanding more. he’ll give it to you, finally giving up the cat and mouse once he was satisfied with how you sought after him, circling two fingers around your swollen clit, lust-filled eyes flashing at the surprised moan that escaped you, your palm not fast enough to cover your mouth to muffle it. your shining eyes rolled at his cockiness, now stuck back in your skull at his ministrations, drawing you closer and closer to your end while you desperately nodded your head as much as you could in his grip at his words rather than squealing out a “yes, yes, yes katsuki!” like you wanted to.

katsuki kept a tight hold on your hair, his grip close to your skull, keeping your head up while the rest of your body slumped over the sink, your chest nearly touching the mirror with how deep your back arched, only getting deeper the more you slid against the slippery porcelain of the sink. your body was entirely supported by his hand, and the sink at your hips, your arms and legs weaker and weaker the longer he fucked you, the fat of your ass rippling with every slap of his hips against them, every thrust back inside you forcing another gasp and whine from your throat, muffled as much as you could with your hand, “you’re really about to cum?”

his voice was back to being mean, low and mocking, nearly black eyes watching your face contort with his words, his rough tone like a lightning strike straight to your cunt, your muscle squeezing around his cock enough to have him following you soon after. you couldn’t even nod if you tried, the only motor skills your brain was concerned with being your hand, buried under your skirt, circling your swollen clit until you were trembling, thighs tense and your knees shaky. still with a vice-like hold over your mouth, your eyebrows furrowed in the centre, your eyes squeezing shut, your tits bouncing against the mirror.

usually he’d be watching your face in the reflection, or the way your tits were spilling out more and more with every rut of his hips, instead, his eyes were glued to the way your cunt and thighs glistened in the dim yellow-y tinted light, admiring the white ring of your cream around his cock. the sight of your cunt so wrecked had his hips stuttering in your beating cunt, having only just enough composure left to pull out of your heavenly pussy, leaving you shaking and slumped over the sink without his strength to hold you upright.

your body felt like unset jelly, your head swimming with pleasure, your body still recovering from waves of aftershocks that had you whimpering when he was muttering to you again, pulling you off the sink with strong hands, “c’mere, baby.”

delirious, you blindly let him guide you to your knees in front of him, his leaking, hard cock level with your glassy eyes, wide and cockdrunk staring up into his. without another thought, you sat up straighter on your knees, reaching a hand out to stroke his cock, wet with your cum, your eyes flicking down when you licked your lips before staring back up at him through your eyelashes, parting your glossy lips to take him eagerly into your mouth, any remaining lipstick you might’ve had after kissing him now smearing down his cock.

“shit,” he hissed when you sucked the tip of his cock into your mouth, your tongue swirling slowly with your hand wrapping around the rest of his hard length, slowly taking in more of him until your lips met your hand, whimpering around him at the taste of yourself on his skin. his hand shot to the edge of the sink when his head bumped the back of your throat, gripping the edge warmed by your skin until his knuckles were turning white. his head fell back to stare at the ceiling with bitten lips, sure if he kept looking down at your pretty face he’d cum down your throat far too fast, garnet eyes flicking down to you when you whined around him, eyebrows squeezed together, your tongue gliding over his skin clouding his mind. katsuki swore again under his breath, squeezing the sink impossibly harder, grounding himself when he pulled out of your mouth, the soft pop sound drowning out your sound of disapproval.

“stick your tongue out.” you obeyed his gruff demand, at the stage of your encounter where you were too dumb to argue anymore, your games at the very back of your mind, resigned to listening, obeying. katsuki’s eyes looked darker, menacing to the untrained eye, but you knew the black was swimming with pleasure, your kneeling form reflected in his endless pupils. his eyelashes cast shadows over his face, kissing the tops of his cheeks, the light hitting the tops of your cheekbones when you tilted your head up toward him, your mouth falling open in front of him while he jerked his wrist over his length; only thrice more until his cum was spilling from the tip to your eagerly awaiting tongue. your lips shined under the light, saliva, your own cum, and now his reflecting under the downlight; your eyes shining with something else katsuki could’t place, the sparkle swiftly replaced with your usual fucked out expression, your mouth closing around the tip of his cock, your tongue flicking over the head to savour the last of his salty taste.

about to take him further into your mouth, desperate to make him shake like he always did when you pressed your tongue to the vein running along his cock– your eyes go wide staring up at him, a gentle, irregular knock echoing in the small room, your heartbeat spiking at the dull sound, jumping away from the blond at the noise, like a child caught in the cookie jar. you sobered up immediately at the noise, your mind suddenly clear and your blood cold, your body lost in anxiety instead of the intoxicating air surrounding katsuki.

katsuki returns a fist of his own on the wall, a louder slam of his hand on the wall than the soft rap of knuckles on the door, yanking his pants back up his hips with his other hand, belt between his fingers when you scramble to your feet, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “occupied, fuck off.”

whoever interrupted you was sent stumbling down the hallway at his brash response, searching for another bathroom while you both tried to recover from the sudden adrenaline surge, katsuki sliding his belt back into place while you sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a soft laugh before turning around to face the mirror. the silver surface reflecting back your smeared makeup, looking just as debauched as you felt. with another slow, deep breath, you wiped a thumb under your plump bottom lip to clean any remnants of lipstick, cleaning yourself up as best as you could, trying to ignore katsuki shifting from foot to foot behind you while you tugged your skirt, straightening it against your thighs, trying your best to not to look like you were just fucked stupid in the upstairs bathroom of eijiro’s birthday party. katsuki looked perfectly dishevelled, his hair spiked around his head like usual, his belt done back up loosely around his hips, the accessory serving no real purpose other than to watch the way your mouth watered when he tugged it free from the loops. shaking your head, you dropped the thought of his thick fingers around the leather, instead leaning closer to the mirror when you smacked your lips together, your thoughts of him interrupted by katsuki's gravelly voice, “you should head down first.”

your gaze flicked back over to his, he looked as if nothing had changed between his arrival and now, minus his stained, swollen lips, the same couldn’t be said about you, reaching under the sink to search for your lipstick, hoping the cute tone could save you. rubbing the colour onto your lips with your ring finger, you admired the same colour still on katsuki’s jaw, running your fingers over your hair when you were satisfied, you hummed in agreement, “yeah, i’ll go get the cake ready, you’ll come down in two?”

you did a quick twirl, waiting for his approval on your state, his eyes raking over you to make sure your skirt was over your ass, your shirt back in place, and your face clean of lipstick, spit and cum.

“i look alright?”“wouldn’t fuck you if you didn’t, sweetheart.” you rolled your eyes at his teasing, like a switch for his cockiness was flicked back to on, a proud smirk painted on his face, carmine eyes already feeling like he was trying to see through your clothes to the skin beneath, a signature expression around you. he doesn’t move when you shove his shoulder, your uneven movements barely even disturbing a hair on his head when you stumble past him to exit the cramped bathroom, alcohol and adrenaline swimming in your veins making each step downstairs wobbly.

with a lasting stare down at you, mostly watching the way your hips move from side to side, vermillion eyes locked onto a single wet spot on your skirt, the patch easily explained away if anyone could see straight enough to ask you about it, he could already hear your sweet voice now excusing it, “the sink splashed back at me!”, or “ugh, i knocked my drink over when i was fixing my lipstick.”, sure your friends would believe either excuse without a second thought before realising the truth of the spot. katsuki only turns back around to face the mirror when he can’t see you anymore, roughly rubbing at the blooms of colour on the underside of his jaw. he does little more than smudge the pigment around, the colour now covering his fingers and in patchy lines than in the clean kiss marks they were when you’d first locked the door. satisfied he was as clean as he was going to get it, he turned back around, swinging open the door to follow you out.

hearing your laughter in the living room, katsuki makes his way down, sauntering down the stairs far slower than you had, turning left at the end where you swivelled right, circling around to the kitchen from behind, second nature to him at this point to cover his tracks without even needing to think about it. rounding the corner into the kitchen, katsuki’s eyes found you again, drawn to you, a need panging deep in his stomach watching your skirt swish around your thighs as you twirled around in the kitchen, spinning a final time to walk a cake over to eijiro, his name messily written in red icing underneath too many burning candles. you placed it at the head of the table, gently setting it down in front of him, the birthday boy drunk and oblivious to where you and his best friend had disappeared to for the last twenty minutes, even more oblivious to the evidence still on your skirt and low on your throat when he smiled sweetly up at you.

“happy birthday, baby, make a wish!” you plant a kiss on your boyfriends cheek, transferring your fresh lipstick in a perfect kiss stain, identical to the ones katsuki just finished ruining, eijiro slurring back his affection with a bright, lovestruck smile, “i’ve got everythin’ i need with you, baby.”

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[hhawks]

tw: dubcon hawks brainrot heavy on the mind tonight :((((( cherry chaser hawks who gives u so much more attention when u tell him you're a virgin, you've never been touched, never even been kissed properly. and that man goes wild, thinking of all the different ways he's gonna corrupt you, all the things he wants to do to you. but what he's especially looking for is that look in your eyes, glassy and glazed over in tears, when he pushes into you for the first time, full of hurt and love and fear and adoration.

god, it thrills him to even think about it. so he spends so much time with you, taking up patrols near your workplace or your apartment so he can spend his lunch breaks buttering you up. and you're stupid; you've never had a man so obviously interested in you, so you think he's maybe just a little friendlier than the usual guy. and you appreciate it, his smiles n the lunches he treats you to, the dresses in designer bags that he gifts to you, all in hopes that you fall for it, fall right into his arms.

and maybe he's pulling out the stops for you. what can he say? he thinks you're special; cherry chaser hawks always gets what he wants, and your obliviousness and stubbornness are just making the chase even more entertaining for him. he wants to break you, needs to be the first one to make you feel that way. so when he gets tired of waiting he brings it up, surrounded by empty glasses of wine and you, a little tipsy but still in good enough shape to stay awake, watch the buttons of his work suit slowly come off, his hair unfurl and sweep across his face. he invited you for dinner that night, some excuse to get you into his house, and you lap it up like a dog. it isn't a lie to say you are attracted to him too; you think he's cute, good with kids, somehow manages to woo you while still on his patrol everyday.

the air's thick with that anticipation. you don't think he's making a move until his fingers are on your lower back, circling mindlessly as he pulls you closer to him. and you're kinda smiley and dopey, slurring, "w-what're you doin', hawks?" and he looks at you with a predatory smile, like a vulture n his prey. he kisses you and you gasp, but you can't pull away by the sheer force of his hand on your back. so you melt into it, melt into him as he takes your first kiss, nips at your jaw, at your neck.

"think you're so pretty," he murmurs, hands roughly grabbing at your clothes. "too pretty to be a virgin. you're tellin' me, you go 'round lookin' like that 'nd no one's fucked you brainless?"

you flush at his words, your stuttering reply fizzling on your tongue as he presses his lips to your neck, hastily shoving your shirt down. you keen into him, whining, "hawks, i'm not- i've never- please don't--" but he ignores it until you take him by the shoulders n push him away, telling him, "i don't wanna--"

n he looks at you with the softest eyes, bottom lip jutting out slightly. "just wanna make you feel good," he slowly presses himself against you, lips mouthing by your ear. "wanna give it to you, make it feel real nice your first time. gonna let me? please?" and your composure wavers at his tinny voice begging, and you let him.

he has you pressed into the mattress, plush and silky and so soft, but it's all lost to you when he pushes into you for the first time. he hooks his arm under your knee, angling himself deep into your virgin cunt, stretching and stretching. your mouth is agape with pain, eyes squeezed shut as your fists curl into the sheets, into his hair, digging into his back. "keigo, keigo fuck," you're gasping, and he's kissing you, swallowing your cries.

"doin' so well f'me, baby bird," he muses, glancing down where you two are connected, his thick cock popping your cherry. "fuck, 's why i love your virgin cunts- so fuckin' tight--" he looks at you, the pleasure washed over your face as you adjust to his size, the thrill of seeing your eyes flash in fear and adoration. your sweet whines that melt in his ears, make his crimson wings shudder. your hands rake over his most erogenous zone, the base of his wings, and he stutters, pressing his sweat slick forehead to yours. "my dove. wanted this for so long, you know? thought i was nev'r-- fuck-- never gonna get it, but god, you're a dream, baby bird," he babbles, fucking in and out of you at a pace that has you reeling. "jus' gotta lie there and take it, okay?"

and you just take it, let him slide in and out of you, brushing your cervix with every bruising thrust. you take it because he's your hero, he's given his life to protecting your city, so what's a better present than your virginity?

[hhawks]

Hhhhh breeding with Hawks. You just, ovulating and being extremely needy and desperate the whole time, while he tries (and fails ofc) to not indulge you because he knows that as soon as he gets his hands on you, you ain't leaving until you're stuffed to the brim and your tummy has formed a noticeable bulge from his seed, and y'all are still too young and ambitious for a child.

tw for breeding n baby trapping

no because i'm a whore for hawks and breeding :((( he's always been able to convince you the two of you aren't ready yet, he's only 22 and at the beginning of his hero career! you understand right?

but you don't. you're constantly on him, begging him to fuck you full and raw. "'s ovulation day, kei, wanna- wanna have a baby," you tell him and he's so torn. torn between finally indulging you and sticking true to his fear of tying the both of you down with child. he looks at you, doe eyes just begging him to fill you up and he feels his heart tear in two when he has to tell you, "we can't, sweetheart. not yet, okay?" and your eyes well up in tears as you storm off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. he sighs; it's not like he doesn't want to, god he does. he does want to, knock you up, give you whatever you want but he's afraid of the kind of dad he'll be, if he can provide for you and for his little baby.

and when he's knocking on the door to your room, entering slowly he spots you curled up on your bed, scrolling through your feeds. you look up at him, and your lip trembles, mouth full of apologies. "'m sorry i got mad, i di'nt mean to, i just-" and he's over by your side in an instant, kissing your tears away and shushing you. "don't need t'be sorry, dovey," he whispers. "i'm sorry i can't give you what you want." he kisses you deep and sorrowful and you let him.

and somehow this culminates in you lying before him, legs spread and cunt glistening as he sinks his cock into you. "i gotta pull out, okay, baby?" he says but it's lost to you as he bottoms out, your gasps twisting into moans as he rocks into you. he grunts, your pussy warm and wet and swallowing him whole that he wonders how in god's name he's gonna have the strength to pull out. keigo's always so vocal when he's inside you, whining about how tight you are around his fat cock, how pretty you look with your tits bouncing with every thrust. "feels so fuckin' good, baby bird, fuck."

you nod, delirious out of your mind, the only thing coherent being how bad you want to feel his cum in you, painting you white, painting you his. you hold him tight, arms looped under his, digging your fingertips into his back as he stretches you out, bullying your cervix with his cockhead. your toes are curling, breathing shallow. "kei- kei, i'm close," you mumble, the familiar fire in your core burning every time he rocks his hips against yours. "'m gonna— kei, fuck, please don't stop—"

"won't," it sounds like a promise, the way he's gripping the sheets, the strain in his throat. "i won't, never gonna stop, baby," and he hangs his head, forehead pressed against yours.

"cum," you whisper, eyes wide. "wan' you t'cum in me, please, please," legs wrapping around his waist, caging him in. he shakes his head, but his hips don't stutter.

"can't, dovey, can't get you pregnant— fuck," he groans, and you tilt your head up to catch his lips in a kiss, swallow his breaths. "lemme- lemme out, baby, please, i can't— can't cum in you, not yet—"

but you don't. you keep bumping your hips up to meet his, your ankles digging into the divots of his hips, locking him inside you. he could push you off, hold your legs apart and pull out but he doesn't, not when your pussy is drooling around him, fluttering on the edge of cumming. not when you're begging him, please, please keigo, want you to, need to feel your cum in me! please, please gimme it, gimme it.

"dovey," his voice quivers, hips slowing down with a wince. "lemme out. can't get you pregnant, please—"

you whine, shake your head, whisper to him, wanna have your babies. wanna make you a daddy, keigo. and as soon as he hears it he's gone. consciousness leaves his brain as he groans, hips beginning it pump back into you.

"fine." he seethes, arm coming up to grip your chin firmly. "fine, brat. want my cum? i'll give it to you." he pounds against your hips, pelvis hitting your clit with so much force you almost black out. he's rough now, fucking you into the sheets, not letting up even when you stutter a c-cumming, i'm cumming, kei—! in fact he groans at the feeling of your cunt gushing, clenching around him.

"you asked for it," he reminds you, hips beginning to stutter. "asked for this. to make you my little breeding bitch, yeah?" and you nod, pathetic and dumb, every little thought oozing out of your ears. "gonna give it to ya— give you as many fuckin' kids as you want. make such a pretty mama, i know it."

you're whining, nails digging into his back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. he's hiking your legs up, pressing your thighs against your chest to fuck you fuller, deeper. "want me to get you pregnant, dovey?"

you nod. he tuts, flicking your empty head gently. "use your big girl words."

"wan' it," you gasp, feeling his dick pound your insides incessantly. "wan' you to fill me up, gimme your kids. wanna be pregnant, keigo, please!"

he kisses you as he cums, making your swallow his groans, his whines as he buries himself to the hilt in you. he cums loads, thick and potent and white, filling you to the brim until you can literally see a bump from where he's stuffed you full. you gasp at the pressure, at the way cum trickles down your ass as he moves.

but he doesn't pull out. keeps his cock in you, muttering, take it, baby, don't waste a drop, yeah? as your eyelids droop. "pretty girl," he coos over you, curling you into his chest, softening cock still inside. "gonna be a pretty mama too."

[pixiedust-95]

Explicit content

c/w: cockwarming, daddy kink, dacryphilia, slight possessiveness/ownership?

“Mmm sweetheart, creaming all over my cock,” he murmurs against your forehead, peppering kisses across sweaty skin. “Such a messy girl for Daddy, my messy baby girl.” All his.

Shuddered sobs erupt from your swollen lips at his filthy words as you squirm on his lap, pressing yourself into his length. “Fuck, please please please I’ve been good, I’ll be good I’ll do anything- please fuck me!”

“Think I’ll stay still sweetheart, still got some more work to look over,” you can feel his lips upturning against your skin as you whine petulantly. “But go ahead, rut against me, you can make yourself feel good on my cock.”

Without hesitation your hips move erratically – he tightens his hold so you can't quite bounce like you (and, let’s be honest, he) wants to, but soon settle into a rocking motion, finding a way to maximise both of your pleasure (ever the efficient girl, he was so proud). Harsh gasps turn into high-pitched squeals as you feel your g-spot being stimulated with every movement.

"That's my girl," his gravelly voice rumbles against you. Large hands leisurely wander up and down your taut body, rolling pebbled nipples between his warm fingers.

“Pleaseeeee, need more!”

“Mmmmm,” he acknowledges with a few chaste kisses on your neck, moving one hand down to rub gentle circles against your puffy clit. A stuttered gasp turns into a sob, and he catches stray tears running down your cheeks, cooing against you as he feels himself throb even more. “Fuck baby, it’s okay, you’ve been so good, I’ll make it all better now.”

With that, he finally moves - thrusting deeply into you, launching a series of “yesyesyessss” and “thank you thank you thank you”, and mostly nonsensical babbling that leaves him breathless. So pretty.

Moving his hips faster, one of his hands holds your neck, pinning you against his shoulder so he can watch your tits bounce in time with the depraved sounds of squelching coming from your cunt.

"A-ah g-gonna- so close-"

He presses his lips against yours, urgently and yet still with care, showing his love, his devotion to his girl as you gush around his aching cock. So precious.

And all his.

---

erwin smith, toshi fushiguro, gojo satoru, kento nanami (and any other daddies you like ehe)

[umbra3terna]

Tried to shade his hair for once. Long haired Choso with piercings ❤️

[umbra3terna]

Choso… Again !

[zorosdimples-archived]

YUUJI X READER X CHOSO

when choso approaches yuuji with an intimate confession and a plea for help, your best friend convinces you to give his big brother a hands-on demonstration.

mdni. reader has breasts + a vagina + is called “baby” once; otherwise referred to as they/them. this is just over 1k words. i may write additional parts, but i make no promises!

Why did I agree to this?

Your back is pressed to your best friend’s broad chest, his tawny skin hot against your own. Bent at the knee, your legs are spread far apart, feet planted on the white bedsheets. A whimper escapes your bitten lips—a soft, fluttery exhale—half-embarrassment, half-excitement.

Discarded somewhere on Yuuji’s bedroom floor is your bra. You’re simply clad in a pair of cotton panties, plain white, nondescript. You wouldn’t call the undergarment sexy, but the bulge straining at the small of your back begs to differ; it sends a thrill down your spine.

Choso kneels between your open legs primly, wide palms clammy as they rest atop his knees. His eyes are smoked amethysts, unreadable as they pointedly remain on his brother, never straying to your face or your mostly nude figure.

“Look, Cho,” Yuuji entreats as his calloused touch moves upward from your thighs to your breasts. You swallow the breath that hitches in your throat, chest shuddering as two thick fingers pinch each of your nipples. “Touch them riiiight here—feels good, huh baby?”

Baby. (You’d rather drop dead than admit it, but you’ve pleasured yourself countless times to this fantasy, the image of your best friend calling you every endearment beneath the horizon in his honey-sweet voice.)

Wading through a syrupy fog of tension and want, you nod in agreement. Choso swallows thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he replaces Yuuji’s hands with his own, gaze darting to yours. His palms are larger than his younger brother’s, his ivory fingers cool and smooth as they circle your nipples.

Earnestly you suggest: “You can look at my tits, Cho.”

Yuuji chuckles at the way the older man’s cheeks ripen and bloom from your forwardness; his hands settle on your thighs, kneading the fat as he watches his brother shift his attention. Choso focuses on your chest, at the way your breasts ripple and bounce under his careful ministrations.

For the first time since he walked into the room, Choso speaks. “Is it okay if I…” he licks his lips as he trails off.

His voice is gentle and almost monotone; you’d be offended if you couldn’t see the flush that burns the tips of his ears and bleeds down to his strong chest. (The visible strain in his black boxer briefs puts your mind at ease, too.)

“Use your mouth,” you urge him with a kind smile.

It surprises you how quickly Choso dips down, the tip of his nose brushing the swell of your breast before he sticks his tongue out and paints a swirl that ends on your nipple. At first, just the peaked nub rests between his chapped lips. But he builds confidence—or curiosity gets the better of him—and you gasp as he sucks as much breast as he can fit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. He repeats his movements on your other breast.

When he raises his head, he leans into you, stopping a hair’s breadth from your mouth, a silent plea for permission. “Now kiss me,” you murmur; Choso obliges.

It begins chastely: your lips slotting with his and guiding the pace. He jolts at the sensation when you first slide your tongue along the seam of his lips, although he catches on quickly, allowing you entry. While his hands initially rested awkwardly on the mattress, he now moves them upward, cradling your cheeks with reverence. His kisses are sloppy and unpracticed, but you both find yourselves growing heated as your fingertips map his torso, skating lower and lower until you can twirl his thick happy trail. You whimper when he shifts and accidentally grinds against you.

Yuuji interrupts your increasingly desperate make out. “Ready to see them, Cho?”

Choso pulls away, a string of spit snapping between your parting tongues. He watches as Yuuji thumbs the top of your underwear before sliding them beneath the fabric and stroking your plush hips.

“Before you remove these, you should feel our lovely guest through the fabric.” Yuuji’s breath curls against the shell of your ear; you can’t help the moan that slips out and hangs in the air. He rests his chin atop your shoulder, his next words making you clench: “I’ve got a feeling it’s soaked.”

Eyes the color of bruised plums meet yours. Three fingers brush against the top of your panties, trailing down over your clit, stopping right at your hole. “You’re so wet,” Choso states, rubbing the sodden fabric. “All of this is because of us?”

You shiver under Choso’s fervent stare. Yuuji presses a tender kiss to your shoulder as his hands move up to caress your hair. You swallow dryly; you don’t think you’ve ever been as turned on as you are right now, pinned between the brothers’ bodies and undivided attention.

“Yeah—mmm, yes,” you manage to get out.

Pleased by your response, Choso hums. He drags a fingernail up your underwear until he teases your clit, featherlight, coaxing a warble from you. Eventually, he makes his way back to the waistband. “Can I?”

You bite your lip. “Please, Cho.”

As though savoring the moment, Choso lays down on his stomach and peels the garment off, exhaling a shaky breath as your pubic hair emerges, then groaning when your entire cunt is bared. Yuuji slides a hand down your belly and peels back your vulva, desire webbing across your folds, highlighting your swollen clit.

“Oh fuck—that’s a pretty sight,” Yuuji mutters.

His brother either doesn’t hear him or ignores him entirely; Choso looks only to you. “I’m going to taste now, okay?”

“H-hold on,” Yuuji blurts out. You twist around to look at him. His amber irises blaze as he slips his middle finger down, shallowly massaging your wet hole. “I—” he pauses, “I wanna try, too.”

His eyes never leave yours as he raises the shining digit to his mouth and proceeds to greedily lap up your arousal. “Shit,” he hisses. You think you’re going to wither under the intensity of his flaming stare. But instead—he pulls you into a bruising kiss.

Before you can process the pressure of your best friend’s lips on your own, Choso licks a line from your hole to your clit, wrapping his thick arms around your thighs, and Yuuji swallows your squeal of surprise. All rational thought floats away with your impending bliss.

You still don’t know why exactly you agreed to this arrangement. But these two brothers are going to be the death of you—of that you’re certain.

[ziyuanyuan1113]

If Shoko and Gojo had noticed Geto spiralling.

Sort of a rough continuation of the previous set of drawings on what would have happened had Geto called them.

[sutorus]

JUST THINKING ABOUT VIRGIN!GOJO. . .

getting close to gojo satoru was hard. like limitless was not only a technique but a way of living — of getting by. and you understand; having someone means having something to lose. being the strongest sorcerer alive means you have to be self sufficient, for the entire world’s sake.

but even though most would insist he is more god than human, there was nothing he could do to keep himself from falling into you. it’s the first time he feels okay relinquishing control, accepting unpredictability. he wonders, morosely, if this is what it feels like to be a regular teenager, even if he’s well into his 20s. to make dumb decisions like stay up late on the phone, to make out in the movies, to get nervous about meeting your parents, to buy matching phone cases.

gojo is obsessed with the feeling. he didn’t know he could want someone as much as he wants you, body and soul but god — your body. the way you get on top of him and make his abs seize, his hips grinding up of their own accord. you always laugh so sweetly at his desperation, licking into his mouth and letting your hands wander.

he gets hard embarrassingly fast, every time. whines anguished little moans, not knowing what he wants next. gripping your hips over his like it’s a lifeline, fucking up into you and rubbing your clothed crotches together like he doesn’t know how much better it can get — and he doesn’t. and that excites you beyond belief.

the first time it happens, it doesn’t last long. you told him you could ride him, that it wasn’t a problem, he could just focus on being as comfortable as possible. but the utter heat with which he said “no. no, you’re not fucking me. i’m fucking you,” left you weak in the knees.

he’s hurried, but he takes time to kiss every inch of your body once your clothes are off, murmuring sweet nothings about how you’re so perfect and all his. he’s been hard as a rock ever since you started kissing, not letting you get your mouth on him or even roll the condom on, too afraid of ruining it that soon.

when he slips inside, it’s so much better than he could’ve imagined. there’s no comparison, no feeling in the world, not even healing his deadly wounds and coming back to life can compare. you’re soft, warm and wet, gripping him just right, massaging his length like you were made to take him.

he can’t keep his mouth shut, can’t keep the surprise out of his voice. he fucks into you violently, unable to comprehend that it can feel this good. you feel perfect, like he never wants to leave, wants to be inside of you forever and just fuck you again and again and again.

“f-fuck, fuck, hang on,” gojo has to pause halfway, abs contracting rhythmically as he stills inside you. he looks up, huffing out an overwhelmed breath, and you can’t help but let out a giggle. “yeah? this funny to you? i’ll give you something to laugh about, just you wait.”

he starts moving again slowly, and you caress his face, singing him praise about how good he’s doing. he mewls at the compliment, wanting to please, needing to be the best you ever had no matter the circumstances. and he is, he was made for you and you for him.

“aahh, fuck baby i can’t stop — can’t, sorry, i can’t, i’m gonna cum, god i’m gonna cum,” he chokes out, pistoning in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. “oh fuck, fuck don’t do that, if you do that i’m gonna—“

“it’s okay, satoru,” you whisper, finding the timing to catch his lips in a kiss. “i want you to.”

his groan is guttural, like it’s been punched out of him, and he buries himself so deep inside you you can hardly swallow as he gives a few final, short thrusts into your pussy. he cums so hard that he loses all sense, his grip bruising you, he’s pretty sure he’s crying, whining your name like you could save him right now.

it’s a heavenly sight, so hot that it has you clenching around him chasing your own high. when he comes to, he presses two long fingers to your clit, kissing your face all over until you’re tumbling over the edge as well.

you lay there, side by side, catching your breaths in sync. which is why it comes as a surprise when he wastes no time getting on top of you again, fingers chasing your entrance.

“satoru,” you laugh, in part amusement and part desbelief. “just gimme a few minutes, okay? i just c—“

“nuh uh,” he kisses you to shut you up, then takes his mouth down your body. you notice, a little horrified, that he’s already hard again. “you already came on my cock. now i’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, and then my mouth. and then we’ll see who’s gets the last laugh.”

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fushiguro toji x reader summary: toji can't stop hanging around his new neighbor, even though she has a boyfriend. oh well, he knows he's better for her anyway. w/c: 1.2k tags/warnings: hurt/comfort. angst to fluff. domestic violence perpetrated by reader's boyfriend, but nothing terribly graphic; the incident is discussed after the fact, not depicted. implied age gap. protective!toji. toji actually being nice. cliche "who did this to you" moment. fem!reader a/n: WHY IS HE SO HOT??????? I JUST WANT HIM TO TAKE CARE OF MEEEEEEEEE (OR CRUSH ME WITH HIS THIGHS, IM NOT PICKY) on a less unhinged note, thanks for reading!! masterlist

"need some help?"

you nearly jump upon hearing the words, having been lost in your own little world. when you turn around, you're met with a dark haired, well built man and just the sight of him makes your cheeks feel hot.

"oh, i- um," you glance between him and the heavy box in your hands.

he's already taking it from you though, effortlessly balancing it in one hand before opening the door for you with the other.

"thanks," you squeak out, stepping inside your new apartment building.

he smirks down at you, eyes raking over your body. toji isn't exactly the good samaritan type, but for a pretty little thing like you, he can certainly make an exception.

the elevator button lights up when he presses it. "just moving in?"

"yup! third floor. getting everything up there has been quite the ordeal, so i appreciate your help," you explain sweetly.

when the metal doors slide open, he lets you step inside first.

"hm, all by yourself? no boyfriend in the picture?" well, the sorcerer killer has never been one for subtly.

"yeah, actually," you return sheepishly. "he's just out with his friends at the moment."

"that so?" you don't see the look of judgement that crosses his face, though it isn't at all directed toward you.

once you emerge on your floor, toji follows along just a step behind you. he can't help his amusement when you stop at your door. "would you look at that. i guess we're neighbors now."

his head nods toward his own apartment, just two doors down from yours. "oh good! i'm glad this wasn't too far out of your way."

"don't worry about it, wouldn't have been any trouble either way."

you offer him a bashful smile before your door clicks open, revealing quite a few boxes just inside. "you can just put that anywhere, don't mind the mess.. i'm (y/n), by the way."

"toji." he places it on top of one of the other boxes, honestly impressed that you managed to get so many upstairs by yourself. "can i have your car keys?"

he thinks the look of confusion that crosses your features is just too cute. "what for?"

he chuckles because it should be obvious, but clearly you aren't used to being taken care of. "to get the rest of your boxes, princess."

~~~

the next afternoon, toji answers a knock at his door and finds you on the other side. you've got a plate of fresh cookies in your hand, which you shyly offer to the tall man. "these are for you. thank you so much for all your help yesterday! i couldn't have done it without you."

"thanks, you didn't have to," he tells you, although he's happy you did. when he pulls them from your grasp, his hands brush yours. he invites you in, insisting he can't enjoy them alone, but really he just wants to get to know you.

and he does. over the next few weeks, you spend a surprising amount of time in one another's company. whenever he bumps into you in the hall, he'll chat with you for a while, even (or, especially) when he's running late to a job.

one day you mention that a shelf you ordered came disassembled, so he offers to come over and put it together for you. of course you show up at his door the next day with a new plate of cookies.

another morning, toji groans when he discovers that he's out of tea, but quickly realizes it's the perfect excuse to knock on your door. when it swings open, he swallows thickly, taking in your tiny shorts and thin tank top. it was obvious you'd just woken up.

you're no better than he is with the way your eyes trail over his fitted tshirt, then down to the sweatpants that hang loosely around his waist. you're both too preoccupied staring to notice the other doing the same.

"mornin', sleepy beauty," he says with a lopsided grin.

"good morning, toji." you return his smile, your greeting a saccharine melody to his ears. oh, the things he'd do to have you all to himself.

he explains his predicament and you're more than happy to invite him inside. you both sit at your kitchen table, nursing a cup of tea and chatting about your day. the domesticity off it all leaves a pleasant taste in his mouth, which is bizarre seeing as up until a few weeks ago, he'd have found the thought down right repulsive.

but he just can't get you out of his head. you're too sweet for your own good, too young to know what you deserve in a man, and he's more than willing to show you.

he knows you're not available, but makes no attempt to stifle his growing fondness toward you. after all, he'd only ever seen your boyfriend once.

you were returning from a rare afternoon out just as he was leaving to pick up something for lunch. you looked so good in your cute little dress that he hardly even noticed your boyfriend at first.

"hey, (y/n)," toji greeted you. "who's this?"

he didn't give you a chance to speak, just pulled you into his side. "her boyfriend."

"ah," he leered, his nose crinkled. "i wasn't sure since i never see you around."

your eyes flickered between the two men somewhat nervously. toji towered over your boyfriend, a feat he took great satisfaction in.

a humorless laugh came from your left. "prefer to have her over at my place."

toji didn't respond right away, just looked down at you, taking note of your quietness. he briefly recalled the time you mentioned how much it bothered you that your boyfriend never came to visit, that you always had to make the effort.

"right.. well, you're a lucky man." he looked much more smug by then, his head falling to the side. "your girl has the best cookies around."

toji moves past both of you without waiting for a reply, roughly clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder. "see you around, (y/n)."

~~~

nearly two weeks later, toji's leaving his apartment late in the evening, as his current job can really only be taken care of during the nighttime hours. he doesn't expect to see many people in the halls, so he's surprised to find you at your apartment door.

the hood of your sweatshirt is pulled over your head, obscuring your face from his view. "(y/n)?"

you don't respond, so he takes a step toward you. it's only then he notices the way your hands are trembling, struggling with the lock. he reaches out, but when his fingers brush your arm, you jump back as if you'd been completely oblivious to his presence.

"hey-" he begins to say, but stops once he sees your face. his eyes darken and his jaw tenses, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent as a result.

your cheekbone is bright red, a small cut stretching across the center of the mark. your eyes watch him, wide and fearful, and you're all but frozen in place.

"who did this to you?"

he's struggling to keep his composure, the sight of your bruised face enough to have his heart hammering away angrily in his chest. you look away, tears forming in your eyes, and you can't bring yourself to respond.

"was it him?" he presses.

you nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to keep from crying. "i-it's okay, though. he didn't mean it, really, and-"

"look me in the face and try that again."

you meet his gaze, somewhat unwillingly, and whimper. "i.. i can't."

he sighs quietly, his job already forgotten for the night, and moves toward you. he remembers how you flinched away from him just moments ago. "..can i touch you?"

you nod once more and he hesitantly pulls you against his chest. it's getting harder and harder to keep your emotions in check, especially with the slow circles his hand is drawing on your back.

"i was so scared, toji," you finally admit, voice barely above a whisper.

"i know, but you're safe now. won't let 'im touch you ever again," he promises, fully intent on keeping it.

his words push you over the edge and you grab at his shirt as you begin to weep, your knees buckling beneath you. he supports your weight, rocking you back and forth. "you're okay. it's going to be okay."

after a minute or two, he finally hears you take a shaky breath and relief fills his chest at the sound. "see? just like that, baby. in and out."

you do as he says and after a few more breaths, he pulls away from you and takes your hand. "c'mon. let's get you cleaned up."

leading you into his apartment, he goes straight to the bathroom. you gasp when he grabs you by the hips and hoists you up onto the counter before searching for his first aid kit. when he pulls it down from the cabinet, he moves to stand between your legs.

grabbing you by the chin, he tilts your head to get a better look your injury. the redness is already transitioning to a darker hue and he knows it'll look even worse tomorrow.

"gonna clean the cut, okay? it might sting."

"okay," you sniffle.

he rips open an alcohol wipe, dabbing it gently against your cheekbone. when you wince in pain, he offers a quiet apology, but he's finished before long, having applied a bit of ointment as well.

"thank you," you murmur.

both of his hands find your thighs, resting on the area just above your knees. "don't thank me. not for this."

there's an edge to his voice, but you know it's not directed toward you. your hands settle on top of his own, quelling his anger for the time being.

"you know," he grunts, his gaze lingering on your cheek before it shifts toward your eyes. "i could never lay a hand on you."

his expression is much softer now than it was in the hallway and he savors the small smile that tugs at your lips. "i know, toji."

as he looks down at you, he knows he's done for. hell, he's known it for a while now. you deserve to be adored. taken care of. made to feel good... and toji is more than confident in his ability to do so.

for a fleeting moment, he considers the fact it wouldn't be hard to find out where your boyfriend lives, to make sure he never raises a hand to you again, but your gentle voice pulls him from his thoughts.

"can i stay with you tonight?" you ask meekly.

"yeah, 'course.. you can stay as long as you need."

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fushiguro toji x reader summary: toji just wants to make sure his pretty wife only has eyes for him w/c: .4k tags/warnings: suggestive content. implied smut. implied age gap. "daddy". probs a lil manipulation?? 18+ a/n: *shrugs* i am tired and delirious masterlist

part two

*nsfw under the cut*

"am i in trouble?"

he's standing behind you, his hair tickling your neck as he plants kisses along the top of your shoulder.

"take a guess."

a shaky breath passes your lips.

"no?" you try hopefully.

he chuckles, heat fanning across your skin. "you're so cute, baby. take another guess."

you gulp, turning to face him, and your small hands reach up to the broad expanse of his chest. "'m sorry, daddy."

he smiles down at you. "do you even know what you're apologizing for? hm?"

"n-no," you admit shyly, your eyes swimming. "just hate when you're mad at me."

he wipes away the first tear that falls with his thumb before resting the back on his fingers against your cheek. "s'okay sweet heart. don't cry."

"but-"

"'m not mad at you. you probably didn't even realize you were doing anything wrong."

"then... then tell me what's wrong, maybe i can make it better." you look up at him all doe eyed and confused.

the sight makes his cock twitch.

"came home from work today and saw you were out tanning while the pool boy was here."

your eyes widened, mouth falling open with a gasp. "i- i didn't realize, daddy! i promise!"

he hums as if he's considering your words, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger and giving it the lightest tug.

"you sure you weren't showing off for him? wanting a younger man's attention?" he already knows the answer, but what's a bit of fun.

"n-n-never!" you stammer out, growing more and more flustered.

he loves his little wife, he really does, but he still relishes in it for a moment longer. your wet lashes and concerned pout have him straining against his pants.

"i knew it, my sweet girl. you're so good to me." he finally settles, kissing you on the nose. you beam up at him, grabbing his shirt and capturing his lips in yours eagerly.

he makes you dinner that night and cuddles you while watching some shitty romcom. he doesn't mind though. unbeknownst to you, all he can think about is how he's going to plow into that cute little pussy right in front of the window the next time the pool boy is over.