curling up on the couch after a long day of work was the best way to unwind. a cup of tea in hand, tv show on, and your boyfriend's cat curled up in your lap. it was perfect, really.
the front door clicked open and you turned to see bakugo trying to take off his hero boots with one hand.
"hi, kats...patrol okay?"
your boyfriend hummed in reply, slouching down onto the couch next to you. "wasn't bad. less rough that yesterday..." he picked up his cat from your lap and laid his head down instead. you began to run your fingers through his hair, only to be met with a dramatic meow.
the little furr ball wiggled out of bakugo's arms and padded up his body, planting itself square on his face before nudging your hand with his nose.
"oi! what the fu-" your boyfriend's shocked words were muffled by the new weight of fluff on him. he quickly sat up and took the cat off of his face, but the little rascal leaped out of his arms and back into your lap with the foulest side eye a cat could ever muster.
"excuse me. that is my girlfriend."
his cat simply continued to stare before nudging your hand once more in demand of pats.
"you have to share, honey..." you giggled, scratching behind the cat's ear.
"nuh-uh. you datin' me or my cat?" bakugo reached out for the cat once more, only for it to swipe it's little paw at him. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE-"
"you have to wait your turn, katsuki..." you giggled.
bakugo rolled his eyes and grumbled something about 'stupid cat' as he got up to go shower after his shift and grab a bite. when he returned, the affectionate feline was fast asleep on your lap.
"little shit..." bakugo huffed under his breath, standing in front of you with a scowl on his face.
the sight of the pro-hero angry that his cat was getting more cuddles than him was the funniest thing ever. oh, if only the press saw him like this... big bad dynamight angry that he couldn't get cuddles from his girlfriend after patrol.
"relax your face. you'll get wrinkles."
"not until that little shit moves and i get a turn!"
you rolled your eyes. "like father like son...he get's it from you. learned behaviour."
he bit the inside of his cheek. "5 more minutes and then i get lap time. and a kiss."
content warnings: smut, aged-up characters, possessive/down-bad/jealous af!suo, fem!reader, P in V sex, dirty talk, use of she/her/woman/girl, pet names include: 'sweetheart, kitten, darling, baby, angel (I meant it when I said down-bad)
Being friends with Suo is maddening, to say the least.
Reason #1: He knows you better than you know him.
Reason #2: He answers every serious question you pose like a riddle.
And Reason #3: He keeps scaring away anyone you date.
You know he's doing it on purpose. You just don't know why.
You tried calling him out on it the other day, fresh from a failed date and itching for a fight.
"They're not good enough for you," was his answer, spoken in that condescending, paternalistic tone made so infuriating because it turns you on.
"I'd like to figure that shit out on my own," was all you could think to say.
"You aren't very good at it, then," he said, a coldness in his tone you'd never heard before. "You keep going out with the same loser who goes cross-eyed when you walk in the room." He crowded you then, invading your personal space until you could make out the maroon flecks in his uncovered eye. "Are you afraid of what someone who knows you would be able to make you feel?"
Even now, the memory makes your heart race.
It's why you haven't spoken to him since.
With nothing else to do on a weekend afternoon, you've been catching up on anime and drinking more coffee than is necessary. Anything to take your mind off of Suo's words and the implication of them.
Your phone lights up.
Sakura: i think suo needs you
You rub your eyes to make sure you read that right.
Not even a second goes by before the next text chimes in.
Sakura: he's being weird. saying u shouldn't come
What the fuck?
You text back.
Y/N: I'm coming over rn.
"How dare you invite her."
It's Suo, hissing behind the door. He sounds angry, furious even, like he wants to rip Sakura in half.
What sounds like grappling and muffled punching comes from the other side before Sakura opens the door, winded and sweating.
You don't give him a chance to greet you. "What's going on?"
It's already weird enough that Suo was talking to anyone like that, much less his best friend.
Sakura runs a hand through his hair. "I don't really know." His face goes beet-red all of a sudden. "He's being an idiot. Says he needs you one minute and then the next that you can't get anywhere near him."
This does absolutely nothing to illuminate your understanding of the situation.
Why hasn't Suo greeted you? Why, actually, is he nowhere in sight?
Sakura tracks your eye line.
"He got exposed to somethin'."
You can only blink.
From behind his bedroom door, you hear Suo let out a long-suffering sigh.
"Did we not agree that wouldn't be said?"
You turn, and Suo is leaning on his door frame, one arm bracketing his waist. He's wearing low-slung pajama bottoms and a tank top, kimono hanging loose about his shoulders.
You gulp.
He looks delicious.
But what takes you aback is is the pained look pulling his features taut, the way his eyes are glazed and bright with fever.
He also looks wrecked.
Your stomach dips, and you start clearing your throat to make up for how dry your mouth suddenly is.
"Hello, Y/N," Suo says, breaking into your obvious perusal of him. You flush hot at being caught, even as a zip of heat curls up your spine at the look in his eyes. It's almost approving.
"Are you sick?" you blurt out.
From behind you, Sakura snorts. "That's my cue to leave. Thank me later, asshole."
Suo grimaces and opens his mouth to say something. It falls shut just as the door does.
The atmosphere shifts as soon as the two of you are alone. What was imperceptible with Sakura's presence is now heavy, magnetic.
"You should go," Suo says softly.
The palm clutching the doorway slips, and Suo stumbles. Without thinking, you rush to his side, propping him up with two hands on his chest. Suo groans like you've shot him, and you drop your hands as quickly as you raised them.
"Suo, you're really starting to freak me out—"
"Now?" he interrupts, eyes fever-bright. "Now I'm freaking you out? Not the other day when you bolted?"
Where before it seemed he couldn't get far enough away from you, now it's like he doesn't know how to stop himself from touching you. He settles for a grip on your arms, bracketing you in place.
"Do you know what those idiots did to keep me distracted from my outburst?" He smiles bitterly. "They took me to a garden and made me smell flowers of all things, all so that I wouldn't drive myself mad at the thought of those cretins you used to date laying their hands on you. And somehow, whatever I was 'exposed to' made me like this."
He lets the kimono fall open, gesturing down his frame with sardonic pride. "Aching and hard for a woman who doesn't even want me."
Reasons you shouldn't do this rip through your head, the chief among them being that Suo is your friend.
"That's not true," is what you say instead.
Suo pushes off the door and collapses on the couch, a melodrama to his movements that nearly makes you grin.
His skin glows with a light sheen of sweat, his jawline working like he's fighting back a curse.
"You need me, don't you?'
Suo groans, scrubbing a palm down his face. "Y/N. Don't you dare be intimate with me as a favor."
"That's not why I'd let you fuck me," you say, smiling when he stops short. "You could work this out with someone else, right? But instead you complained enough to get Sakura to interfere and text me. It's me that you need, then. If I've read the situation right."
There's a beat where you worry you got it wrong.
And then Suo sits up, smiling slow and easy and full of bright, shining hope, and your heart practically stops.
"Sweetheart," he says, and the pet name alone makes your knees buckle. "Are you sure?"
You don't trust your voice.
You nod.
He moves faster than you can process, drawing you to his chest until you can hear his heart hammering against your ear.
"Let me show you good it can be." The words ghost along your temple. His voice hasn't lost that frantic, harried edge; it's as if he's afraid you'll disappear. One hand encircles your wrist, and he kisses your palm before placing it at the back of his neck. "Let me worship you the way you deserve."
You can feel yourself panting, and he's barely even touched you.
"Suo—"
He captures his name with a kiss, cupping your jaw and angling your head so he can lick into the seam of your mouth. Breaking away, he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
"You don't know what it was like to see you with them," he murmurs into your throat. "How often I had to break away to fuck my own fist like a rutting animal."
More. The word grows large in your head with every confession from Suo. You shuck the kimono from his shoulders, tracing your fingers down the column of his spine.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" you ask as he shivers into your touch.
"Cowardice. What else?"
It's rare for Suo to criticize himself so openly, but he continues, punctuating each sentence with a kiss to your jawline, your collarbone, back to your mouth.
"The fear of losing you in the capacity I had you. The fear of terrifying you with how much I feel for you. You've no idea how hard it's been to hold myself back, sweetheart."
Suo, for all his brilliance, is still human. You realize that now.
"Stop holding back then."
It's the permission he's been waiting for, if the predatory smirk sweeping over his face is any indication.
"Go in my room and take off your clothes," he directs, then leans in close to nip at your nose. "I don't trust myself not to rip them."
"No."
He arches a brow. "No?"
You loop your arms around his neck and tug him close. The ridge of his cock scoots along your belly.
Suo's face darkens with promise.
"You're not playing fair, Y/N."
"I've wanted you for a long time, Suo," you admit, heart pounding. "Part of worshiping someone is showing them how much you want them, right?"
Fingering the hem of his tank top, you press your hands gently into his stomach. Muscles jump under you, and Suo exhales sharply.
"Perfect girl," he breathes, looking at you with equal parts tenderness and heat. "Using my own logic against me."
He kisses you again, languid and slow.
"Just don't expect me to be gentle."
Even before the effects of whatever he was exposed to kicked in, Hayato's been obsessed with you. He's been able to keep a lid on it through sheer discipline, the only indicator of his torment the sizable callouses he's developed on his otherwise perfect hands.
Now that you're here in his arms, trembling and breathless in the way he's always wanted you, he knows he's going to imprint his ownership of you onto your very soul.
You match his fervent energy, nails scraping across his scalp and skin as you claw and clutch at him, trying to gain access to more.
"You're such a good kisser, Suo," you tell him, a little shy, and it only makes him harder.
"Good enough to call me Hayato?"
It's a request he normally wouldn't insist upon, but he needs to hear your sweet voice say his name. Needs to get you used to it by the time he's inside of you, pumping you full.
You flush and bury your head in his chest.
"Hayato," you mumble.
Adorable.
One finger goes under your chin.
"A little louder, perhaps?"
You glare up at him and bang him with your fist.
He catches it and scoops you into his arms, ignoring your squeak of protest when he lands on top of you in his bed. "Ah, yes. My ferocious little kitten."
He returns to your neck while his body presses yours down into the mattress. You feel like heaven, all soft curves and warm heat. He slots his thigh between yours, nudging your knees apart.
"You can act embarrassed all you like, darling. It doesn't lessen my desire for you in the least."
He drops the full weight of his hips into the cradle of your thighs. His thin pants do nothing to conceal how much you want him. It's almost like he can feel the heartbeat of your needy cunt through your jeans. Luckily, you're just as desperate to get him naked as he is you, and you both make quick work of shedding your clothes.
"In my head, I've always imagined I would draw this part out," Hayato says, filling his hands with your breasts and experimentally rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger. His cock pulses on your belly, and you whine, squirming your hips up.
"I know, sweetheart. Need me here?"
He cups you in his hand, breathing in sharply at the throb of heat and slick beating into his palm.
"But now that we're here," he says, leaning in close and nosing your cheek, "all I can think of is making you mine."
The head of his cock slides between your folds. He can't tease you past this; the inviting warmth of your cunt is a siren call he can't ignore. He pushes into you in one smooth stroke, unable to choke back the whimper that feeling your bare cunt wrapped around his dick pulls out of him.
"Baby," he breathes.
He holds your face in one hand and watches you watch him working in and out of you, your breaths labored and frantic with desire.
"Hayato—" you gasp, followed by a shuddering moan he'll hear in his dreams. "Feels so good, oh my god - "
The chain holding down the beast inside of him snaps clean.
He manhandles you until you're folded in half beneath him, ankles dangling next to his earrings.
"Who gave you permission to have a pussy this fucking perfect?" he snarls, and feels a rush of pride at the way you react to his vulgar words. You like when he talks to you like this. Your walls suck and pull on him like they're confused on whether to drag his cock deeper or push him out. You say his name again, and Hayato knows he should be gentler, softer, touch you everywhere, but all he can is keep pounding mercilessly into the slick, wet heaven between your thighs.
He feels his orgasm approach before yours.
"I'm sorry, angel." His hips stutter. "Fucking gods, how do you feel so good?"
With a groan, he spills into you, his hands digging hard into the meat of your hips. He barely gives himself time to recover before pulling out, watching the pearly trails of cum oozing out.
"Don't worry." He cradles you in his arms, two fingers working his cum back into you. You twitch, oversensitive, trying to get away, but he holds you firm. "I'd never leave you unsatisfied. Not once. Not when I can see your face when I tell you how good my seed looks leaking from your cute little hole."
"Hayato!" You squirm, embarrassment blooming on your face.
He doesn't care. Your pussy is fluttering like a bird on the pads of his fingers, and you keep humping down into his hand like a bitch in heat.
He loosely collars your throat. Leans in to peck your lips and then your heat-suffused cheeks.
"Come on, then. Show me what those other useless pricks never got to see."
He was going to hide it, the innate possession he feels for you. Stopper it away in a glass so you'd never know how badly it hurt to see you with anyone other than him.
But the aphrodisiac in his blood doesn't care for reason.
It wants proof.
Your hips work faster. Suo can't help but smile at how much you want to please him.
"There's my girl," he coos encouragingly. His cock swells again, bumping your hip. "Look at you, spread open just for me ... You like showing me how good you can feel, huh?"
You like his praise as much as his vulgarity, and soon, you're canting forward, your teeth sinking into his chest as you cum.
"Hayato," you sigh out as you do, and the only reason he doesn't kiss you is so he can hear you say it again. "Oh, Hayato—"
He loses track of how many times he pulls you to the brink and tips you over, because he knows that he won't be satisfied until you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you.
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obsessed with the la clan. nerds who are too smart for their own good. would rather not involve themselves in politics but gets involved to get what they want. became too important in their jobs and can't quit. hyperfixations that last a lifetime. loyalty that can be bought by dangling their current want in front of them. any information that isn't about what they're interested in enters one ear and out the next and out the window. the most cockroach clan in the country.
. . . he's definitely the type of guy to fuck you deep and hard, making sure that you feel all inches of his dick inside of you
. . . as much as he hates being away from you, he just can't help but love how clingy and needy you get for him when he returns
. . . you just won't tell him what he wants to hear so he has no choice but to break you:( making use of military grade cuffs he just so happened to have laying around
. . . you're just so greedy! you already have the real thing but still keep the fake one with you... since you can't seem to be satisfied, why not fill both holes?
. . . why not make good use of your toys by stretching you good and open before he actually fucks you with his dick? just have to stand there and take it
. . . you put so much effort for his birthday that he can't help but just take you on the couch! too horny and rilled up from all the waiting he'd done
. . . one of the gifts caleb specifically requested from you was to make a compilation of you fucking so he can have something to jerk off to will he's away! the website just isn't doing it anymore for him after he's had you
. . . he sounds so pretty and lovely <3 all tied up and helpless, at the mercy of your mere hands just as always, letting you have your way knowing he can just break free whenever he wants to
. . . something about seeing you all shaky underneath him as he continues to fuck you slowly knowing damn well how overstimulated you are
. . . sometimes all he needs is a good riding to calm his mind from all the stress he gets, being a colonel isn't easy after all
. . . his favourite food above anything and everything, he needs your weight above him while he indulges your yummy pussy
. . . it's not too bad if it doesn't go in right? maybe if he just takes his dick out.. and maybe if you just put your panties to the side..
. . . all leaky and creamy on him, oh you're like a broken sink, too horny to even fully take your panties off that he just rips it in half
. . . oh he loooovesssss taking you from behind, pinning your waist down so you can take him as deep as possible!
. . . kissing his cheek on his graduation in front of hundreds of people? and getting away with it? absolutely not
[ A/N : feel free to imagine as the other lads boys ;) ]
↳ Bakugou has sex for the first time and can’t stop fucking you.
❊ The Secretary .ᐟ
↳ You become the explosive pro hero’s secretary and your world turns upside down.
❊ Cigarettes during sex .ᐟ
↳ Bakugou smokes one while you ride him.
❊ Roses can wait .ᐟ
↳ You answer a phone call while bakugou is going down on you. he clearly didn’t like that and now you’ll have to pay for it.
❊ Eyes up here ୨ৎ
↳ Bakugou gets a little possessive when you take a pic with some cleavage showing.(big tiddy committee)
❊ Bigger where it counts .ᐟ ୨ৎ
↳ Bakugou reminds you why he loves your boobs. (itty tiddy committee)
❊ Heart of marigolds ୨ৎ
↳ You wake up from a nightmare and bakugou comforts you.
❊ Too tall? not for me .ᐟ ୨ৎ
↳ you’re extremely insecure about your tall height but bakugou shows you how beautiful you are.
❊ Rush of petals .ᐟ
↳ Bakugou can’t help but give you a little love before he goes to work.
❊ Sharing Is Caring .ᐟ
↳ Pro Hero Dynamight and Deku learn to share you.
❊ Tipsy Touches and Tangled Vines .ᐟ ୨ৎ
↳ After a night out, all you want is to get your overly confident, slightly tipsy pro hero boyfriend to bed. But Bakugou has other ideas.
❊ Double trouble .ᐟ
↳ You go to the club and get caught in between Kirishima and Bakugou.
❊ Spite & Spark .ᐟ
↳ Hate sex
❊ You’re my favorite flower .ᐟ ୨ৎ
↳ In a world where you don’t feel special- Bakugou reminds you just how special you truly are in his eyes.
❊ Behind the Screen (part 1) .ᐟ
↳ You write smut about Pro hero Dynamight and when he sees all the stuff you write about him— he wants to see if you can really handle it.
❊ Watch Yourself (part 2) .ᐟ
↳ You write more smut about Dynamight. This one’s got him REAL fired up. This is a part two of “Behind the Screen”
❊ DARE .ᐟ ୨ৎ
↳ Mina dares you to go put on bakugou’s hero suit— but it didn’t go exactly as planned.
❊ Learning Curve .ᐟ
↳ You and Bakugou are both virgins.
❊ Knock Next Time .ᐟ ୨ৎ
↳ Denki walks in on you and Bakugou.
❊ Trinkets ୨ৎ
↳ You have a trinket obsession
❊ Shameless .ᐟ ୨ৎ
↳ You have no shame in what comes out your mouth.
——
𝗜𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 🥦📚
❀ Bad friend .ᐟ
↳ you fuck your best friends crush and Izuku shames you the entire time for it.
❀ Wilt for me .ᐟ
↳ Izuku completely unfolds beneath you but tries his best not to show it.
❀ Rainfall and ruin .ᐟ
↳ You pushed Izuku to his breaking point.
❀ Don’t meet your heroes .ᐟ
↳ You’re a fangirl that gets slutted out by your favorite Pro hero.
❀ Sharing Is Caring .ᐟ
↳ Pro hero Dynamight and Deku learn to share you.
——
𝗘𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 ❤️🩹⚙️
𖦹 Double trouble .ᐟ
↳ You go to the club and get caught in between Kirishima and Bakugou.
——
𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗜𝗶𝗱𝗮 🏃🏻♂️🤖
⊹ Breaking Rules .ᐟ
↳ You go to Iida’s dorm room late at night and even though he’s so against it because it breaks every rule in his hand book—he can’t help but let you break them.
please be respectful! do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or otherwise share on other platforms. all my reader characters are fem + afab unless otherwise specified. please see individual fic posts for nsfw ratings and other warnings!
bakugou writing tag | universal masterlist
MULTI-CHAPTER
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cover shot (through the heart) (16.5K) : complete
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war paint (28K) : complete
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savvy (17.5K) : complete
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barbarian-verse au (various) : in progress
You find yourself traveling with barbarian Bakugou. Things get complicated quickly.
ONE SHOTS
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A production assistant for an erotic arts studio, you think you've seen every ridiculous plot line under the sun. But not even porn tropes can compare to the absurd reality you find yourself in when the on-screen talent drops out, and you're asked to fill in opposite the studio's number one star Bakugou Katsuki.
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DRABBLES + PROMPT FICLETS
general bakugou x princess reader (1.1K)
-> part two (3.2K)
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always (1.5K)
Best friend Bakugou helps you through a breakup.
todobakureader domestic fluff (1K)
The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.
destruction (1.6K)
"Are you this stupid on purpose?"
wine & dine (0.3K)
“Oh my god, I am gonna fuck whoever made this apple pie so hard they see stars for weeks.”
always first (0.7K)
“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and fourth wheeling."
just can’t weight (0.8K)
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?" + gym bro Bakugou
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fan art (0.2K)
Bakugou has an embarrassing secret (ft super cute art from Merms!!)
Don't worry, the second drawing shows how it really is, isn't a sweetheart? <3
You can read something in the water of my dear @/andypantsx3
I made this art especially for his amazing writing a while ago
She knew of them too, maybe not intimately - Umemija Hajime being an exception as he knew most of the townsfolk. She just happened to be the daughter of a couple, who owned a gardening shop. One in which she found him frequenting a lot.
And his little puppy, Sugishita (as she liked to call the kid, not to his face).
Her mother would often make her sit at the desk, nudging her to help out whenever Umemiya walked in. She had a nagging suspicious that maybe her mother was trying to play matchmaker, wanting to get the rights to brag about about the town's protector as her possible son-in-law? Shuddering, she shoved that idea down.
It's not like she disliked Umemiya, it's just that he wasn't her type.
He was way too...too him.
She couldn't explain it.
She attended a nearby all-girls school, her father's choice, something she disliked with passion. Apparently, he wanted her to know how to be a lady and get rid of her tomboyish nature.
As a child, he'd caught her roaming around the streets, even when it was dangerous and not giving a damn if someone tried to bother her.
To the townsfolk, she was known was an interesting, but weird girl.
She'd snorted at some of the housewives gossip about her, wondering how that kind of shit starts.
"Ditching school?" A voice asked, startling her in her hiding spot, making her hit the barrel and let out a string of curses as she jumped in pain.
Eyes watering, she turned to the glare at the culprit. Kiryu Mitsuki. The son of the famous, rich Kiryu family. She knew of him, knew of them. She clicked her tongue, noticing how Kiryu's face lit up.
He knew he pissed her off, for whatever reasons neither could tell.
It had started when they were younger.
Lasting well into their teens, and she knew that he seemed to enjoy every minute of riling her up.
"Kiryu."
He said her name, that smile on his face never slipping.
"To your information, I'm not ditching."
He glanced at the clock on his phone, "It's still school day."
"You're not at school."
"I'm patrolling, princess."
Her eyes narrowed at him, disliking the way he said it. As if she was an idiot for even asking it. It was a well-known thing that Furin boys would patrol during school hours, it was part of their activities.
Which honestly means, that she should be in trouble.
For leaving her school earlier than one should, but honestly? A period or two too early wasn't going to hurt her. Not if he told on her.
"Then shouldn't you get moving, Bocchama?"
His jaw clenched at her nickname, she knew he hated being called that. Young master. Bocchama. The Kiryus were wealthy. But he hated the idea of being lumped together with his father and brothers.
She liked his sister, Akari had been nice to her.
"I should tell your parents," Kiryu said, having noticed the cigarette package she quickly hid into her pocket. Or the one she tried to hastily put out, before she realised who it was and scowled.
"Ditching or smoking?"
"Both?"
She shrugged, "At this point, I doubt they'll be surprised."
He watched her straightening her ponytail, pulling out a minty mouth freshner and sprayed it into her mouth. From where Kiryu Mitsuki stood, he could smell the fresh mint sweeping onto her. Like a wisp of smoke. He swallowed.
He wasn't an idiot, he knew why he got riled up by her. He just didn't know if she felt anything besides seeming dislike towards him.
Their childhood rivalry had carried on to now, with it fading slightly considering their differing paths. Popping up only when their lives crossed.
He'd seen her in the town, hanging out with her classmates and friends. Sometimes, he'd see her talking to Hiragi-senpai and others.
Or try and drag Kaji-senpai before things got troublesome, as she said. She lived close to Kaji, he knew that. Her parents had gotten a bigger house at some point and moved from their initial place. It meant no longer being on the same block. It felt weird, but he got used to it.
He knew her better than she expected, having kept some tabs on her - something he didn't plan on doing, but ended up doing.
"School's still as shitty as ever?" He asked, remembering her last rant about it.
She blinked but nodded.
Her eyes glanced him over, seeming to notice him for the first time. He'd changed from the boy she knew. Pink hair, pulled back in a stylish fashion. And yet, that lazy feeling was still there.
She blinked.
He'd grown.
Like grown-grown, she barely managed to suppress a shiver.
He looked too good for her liking.
"Furin's done good to you, Kiryu," she said, pocketing her hands, standing in front of him. She tried not to stare.
She shouldn't have noticed it.
Things would get way too complicated.
Too annoying.
Crushes always were like that.
Perhaps, Kiryu Mitsuki was the reason why she didn't find Umemiya Hajime as her type.
Her face felt hot, and she prayed she wasn't blushing.
Kiryu's green eyes widened, and a sly grin appeared. He took a few steps forward, pretending to get into her face as he always did. The effect was instantaneous. Her eyes widened, and she tried to step back, but he grabbed her hand before she could.
"That's a nice shade of red on your cheeks," he commented, liking the way she flustered.
She attempted to swat him away, only for his fingers to grab hers. They were warm.
"Not funny," she snapped.
"Not trying to be."
"Then, what the heck are you?"
He gave it a thought, feeling her body warmth under his hands. It felt...weird. Interesting.
"I'm testing, something."
She blinked, "Huh?"
"I want to try something, can I?" Kiryu asked, his eyes falling on her parted lips.
She blinked, again. "Wha-" before she could finish a snarky response he knew was coming, he pulled her to him, smashing his lips on hers.
She stumbled into him, her hands landing on his hands as she tried to prevent herself from falling. If there was something she didn't expect, then kissing Kiryu fucking Mitsuki was one of them. His lips felt nice, soft and ...enchanting against hers. The kiss was better than the ones she'd shared with her ex before.
Wait, wait, wait - Kiryu fucking Mitsuki likes her? Her thoughts scrambled into one big mess, trying to sort it out as their lips moved. She thanked the Gods for them being in a quiet corner, hidden from the main street's view. It made her to briefly wonder why he even came here, had he seen her?
But the biggest question was, why the heck were they kissing?
Yes, she's fantasised about it before but not once did she think he'd initiate it. Instead, she figured he'd rather kill her before doing it.
Before letting her get that close.
His hand moved to her neck, caressing her skin. Hers flew to his hair, playing with them.
What felt too soon, they pulled apart. Gasping for breaths.
"...Elaborate." She demanded, fingers playing with his hair as his were drawing some sort of circles on her skin. Playing with her long locks.
"Can't you tell, princess?" Kiryu asked, pressing his lips on her neck.
She, involuntarily, shivered. "If this is an attempt to piss me off-"
"Wanted to see if you liked me or not," he cut her off.
She blinked. "And?"
"Looks like we need to have a proper chat once I'm done with school, pretty certain Sakura-chan and others have noticed me gone by now."
"So you slipped out on your duties," she grinned, nibbing on his lower lip. "Who's the bad boy now?"
"How about you get inside and I'll come to pick you up later?"
She hummed, "Sounds like a date."
Well, shit, it looks like things were going to be a hassle either way...she thought, watching Kiryu Mitsuki walking back to the main street, occasionally glancing over his shoulder at he with a devilish grin.
Perhaps, their rivalry had always stood on some form of mutual attraction but they hadn't known what to do about it?
caleb is all too cocky about your inability to do anything but lay beneath him all slack-jawed and shaky as he drills his cock into you despite your overstimulation.
you’re so fucked out that you can’t even muster up the energy or mindpower to regret gifting your boyfriend and polaroid camera for his birthday. you had brought it with romance in mind—he’s away so often for such long periods at a time that you thought a few sweet photos he can carry in the lining of his uniform jacket would be a nice idea.
but caleb, the amalgamation of all things desperate and horny, couldn’t wait five minutes after unwrapping his gift to start unwrapping you as well. each layer of clothing discarded he’d reward with a photo of your revealed skin until he was trying to finesse a way to hold the camera with one hand as the other pumped his fingers mercilessly into your cunt.
now, hours later, you’re laying on a bed of polaroids, each more lewd than the last. one digs into your skin while another is jostled off the bed with the hard thrusts of your boyfriends leaky cock into your (regrettably) still-needy pussy. the effect this man has on you is unreasonable—you’ve cum so many times that you can’t form a coherent thought and still you think you’d cry if he pulled out and denied you the stretch of his cock.
flash. another shot is taken, this one of your glossy eyes and drool-soaked lips.
“you’re so messy,” he teases like his dick isn’t shining with the sweet mixture of your releases—like he’s not spat on your cunt just to rub load after load of cum around your clit in sick circles that make you choke on your breath. what an asshole he is.
“gonna make you cum again, pips,” he grins, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “i want to see if i can catch you squirting in a pic, hm?”
you part your kiss-swollen lips to protest. “cant—“ is all you can manage though, before your boyfriend, your best friend, is squeezing your cheeks between his long fingers and frowning down at you.
“don’t doubt yourself, pretty, you can do anything if you set your mind to it!”
pep talk of the century. you’d laugh at him if you had half your mind left, but all you have the space to think about is how he’s never gotten quite this deep inside of you before. you don’t even process the way he’s driven your hips up with his thighs to feel even more of you around him.
so perfect, he calls you. and even though he’s fucking you erratically, once he feels the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he’s all smiles. sweet glossy eyes brimming with needy tears, flushed cheeks, soft brows… the man with his cock so deep inside of you that you’re seeing stars, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead as you orgasm.
it’s too much. you choke on it, you feel it in every bone in your body and still you crave more of him. you squirt around his cock with a moan made for porn and caleb feels like a hormonal virgin all over again.
click. another pic; one that prints to be fanned out immediately—one hand flapping the print through the air as the other one rubs slow circles on your tummy as he tries to feel himself pushing inside of you.
once it finally develops enough to gift caleb with the sight of your spread legs and the mess of lust between them, you swear he grows even harder inside of you.
“yeah,” your idiot of a man grins. “this one’s going on my wall.”
INCLUDES— fingering, clit play, cunnilingus, facesitting, handjob, recording, exhibition/voyeurism (??), car sex, making out, groping, penetration, squirting, creampie, blowjob, size difference kink, virgin caleb in some links, masturbation, breast/nipple play.
WARNINGS— CHN/KR/JP DYNAMIC !! USE OF GEGE AND MEIMEI !! added a virgin!caleb series because I love the headcanon of him saving himself for mc after all these years, he's yearner number one !! 16 links, all of these videos are for afab readers/viewers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk ! nsfw below the cut
caleb absolutely ravishing you after having to wait years to get his hands on you
your gege holding your hands while he creampies you <3
you're staying at home while you're on summer break from college, but you have to be quiet so Grandma Josephine doesn't catch the two of you
caleb saved himself for you all these years so you have to teach him the basics ⋆ giving virgin!caleb his first handjob ⋆ you know your gege has a particular interest in your panties ⋆ virgin!caleb seemed quite useless when you tried to teach him how to eat you out, he couldn't even find your clit, so you ordered him to lie still while you rode his face instead ⋆ teaching virgin!caleb how to make you come with his fingers ⋆ when you finally take caleb's v card he's such a desperate mess, humping and rutting into you like he's in heat, he's so cute
watching you rub your clit really gets him going
fuckboy!caleb on the phone to one of his flings from the academy while he's fucking his meimei senseless
he needs you close to him, it's a must when he's bearing all of himself to you after so many years of pretending
caleb is just obsessed with your tits, always has been
recording so he can send the videos to one of your pathetic ex flings that was blowing up your phone so he can show them that no one fucks you better than your gege
car sex because he really couldn't wait five minutes until you got home
he thinks the way you gag on his cock is the hottest fucking thing
perverted!caleb who runs to the bathroom after you accidentally push your butt against his crotch while cuddling. who immediately gets a raging hard on and can barely make up an excuse before he's got his hand on his dick & his other covering his mouth, whimpers slipping past. his eyes are squeezed shut tight, fantasizing about jerking his hips into your sweet warmth instead of his hand. with blood seeping into his mouth from the force of which he's biting his palm with, he cums to the thought of your pretty little mouth struggling to take his big dick. his eyes roll to the back of his head, jaw goes slack, hips stutter into his hand to chase the high, & soft moans slip through the cracks of his fingers. "yesyesyesyesyesy- oh fuck, y/n, good girl.."
he cleans up well. so well, in fact, that you don't even have a clue what happened once he gets back into bed with you. your long, beautiful lashes fluttering up at him as he walks back into the room, your cute little smile that you flash him that shows just how excited you are that he's back.
that also shows just how innocent you are, too. the same innocence that gets him hard all over again..:(
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