katsuki has spent months lying about bruises, broken windows, and web fluid in the laundry. unfortunately for him, the suit looks good enough that forgiveness might have to wait until morning. (or— spider-man is sleeping on the couch, but first you make him model the suit.)
SPIDER-MAN!BAKUGOU KATSUKI X FEM!READER | spider-man au, established relationship, kidfic (kind of), dad!bakugou, post secret identity reveal, domestic fluff, light angst, katsuki is a liar but he is trying, suggestive, sexual tension, objectification as a love language, implied breeding kink (they talk abt making another one).
word count: 3.2k
hi from marcel: hi um please accept this humble offering sorry for being a fucking deadbeat omg
you wait until aiya has been asleep for twenty-seven minutes.
not twenty. not fifteen. twenty-seven, because fifteen is still a gamble and twenty is when she likes to trick you into thinking she’s down properly before making one offended little noise through the baby monitor and dragging you both back into the nursery like tiny, gummy royalty.
the apartment is dim after that. not silent, because nowhere with a baby is ever silent anymore. there’s the low hum of the monitor on your nightstand, the occasional shift of the washing machine somewhere down the hall, the distant traffic sliding wet over the street outside. katsuki’s in the bathroom brushing his teeth, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, hair flattened from the shower in a way that makes him look younger and grumpier than he has any right to.
you’re sitting on the bed, cross-legged, watching him through the open door.
he catches your eye in the mirror and immediately narrows his.
toothbrush still in his mouth, he says, “what.”
you smile.
his suspicion doubles. “don’t smile like that.”
“like what?”
“like you’re about to ask for some weird shit.”
“put the suit on.”
he stops brushing.
you can actually see the words register. they move across his face in stages: confusion, disbelief, offense, and then the horrible, dawning realization that you are dead serious.
he spits into the sink. “no.”
“you didn't even think about it.”
“you said put the suit on.”
“yeah.”
“so, no.”
“katsuki.”
“absolutely fuckin’ not.”
you tilt your head at him, still smiling sweetly, and it is cheap. it is shameless. it works anyway, because his shoulders tense like he’s bracing himself for impact.
“baby,” you say.
he points the toothbrush at you. “don’t.”
“i just want to see it.”
“you’ve seen it.”
“not on purpose.”
“you saw it yesterday.”
“you were bleeding yesterday.”
“yeah, and?”
“and i was busy being mad.”
“you’re always busy bein’ mad lately.”
“because you’re spider-man.”
“keep your voice down,” he hisses, glancing toward the hallway like aiya— in her six month old glory— is going to rise from her crib and report him to the authorities.
you grin wider. “put the suit on.”
“why?”
you blink at him.
he stares back.
a second passes.
another.
then his mouth drops open just slightly, like he has finally, belatedly, realised that the woman who had his child is, in fact, still capable of wanting him so badly it becomes everyone’s problem.
“no,” he says again, weaker this time.
“yes.”
“it’s not—” he drags a hand down his face. “it’s not for that.”
“i know.”
“it’s work gear.”
“i know.”
“it’s dirty.”
“is it dirty right now?”
“no.”
“then put it on.”
“you’re fuckin’ unbelievable.”
“please?”
he groans like you’ve asked him to jump into traffic. which is rich, honestly, considering his usual hobby.
but he goes.
because he is impossible and stubborn and a liar and currently still on thin ice with you, but he is also whipped down to the marrow. you hear him open the narrow cupboard in the hallway. the quiet scrape of the false back he thought you didn’t notice after you found out. a zipper. fabric. muttering.
“stupid,” he says from the hall.
“love you.”
you settle back against the pillows, biting the inside of your cheek so you don’t laugh too loudly and wake the baby. the monitor crackles once, just static, and both of you freeze out of habit.
nothing.
then katsuki appears in the doorway.
and you forget every single thing you were about to say.
because it is one thing to know.
it is another thing entirely to see him standing there in your bedroom, mask off, hair a mess from tugging it on, the suit sealed up to his throat and clinging to every brutal, familiar line of him.
it’s not shiny. not exactly. more matte, more practical, dark red and black with webbing worked into the fabric, reinforced at the shoulders and ribs. there are seams you never would’ve noticed on the news. small armored panels along his forearms. the faint outline of hidden web cartridges at his wrists. a tear near his thigh that’s been repaired messily by hand, probably his, because he never lets anyone touch his things unless they’re you or aiya, and even then he complains the whole time.
your eyes drop.
his hands immediately move in front of his crotch.
“nope.”
you blink back up at him. “what are you doing?”
“what’re you doin’?”
“looking.”
“yeah. stop.”
“no.”
“baby.”
“move your hands, boy.”
his face goes red so fast it’s actually beautiful.
“fuck off.”
“katsuki.”
“no.”
you sit up straighter, interest sharpening. “are you embarrassed?”
“i’m annoyed.”
“you’re covering yourself.”
“because you’re lookin’ at me like that!”
“like i love you?”
“like you wanna eat me.”
“also love.”
“not helpin’.”
you crawl to the edge of the bed on your knees, and his gaze dips before he can stop it. you’re only in one of his old shirts and underwear, hair still loose from your shower, skin warm from the lamp beside the bed. you know exactly what you look like. you know he knows. he swallows like he hates that you know.
“turn around,” you say.
“jesus christ.”
“turn.”
“no.”
“i had your baby.”
he glares. “you can’t use that for everythin’.”
“watch me.”
“that’s manipulation.”
“that’s motherhood.”
he shuts his eyes for a second, jaw working, then turns around with the stiff, humiliated dignity of a man being led to execution.
you make a sound.
you really don’t mean to.
it’s small. barely anything. just a little breath punched out of you because the suit is tight over his back and tighter over his thighs, and his ass is, frankly, a public safety hazard.
his head snaps around. “don’t.”
“i didn’t say anything.”
“you made a noise.”
“i have lungs.”
“you have problems.”
“yes. one of them is standing in my room dressed like japan’s sluttiest arachnid.”
he turns back so fast you almost laugh. “never say that again.”
“spider-suki.”
“no.”
“spider-man.”
“no.”
“daddy long legs.”
“fuck no.”
he’s trying so hard to be irritated that it wraps all the way around into adorable. his hands are back in front of himself, shoulders hunched, mouth in that pout he pretends is a scowl. and the worst part is, you know him too well. you can see the exact second embarrassment gives way to want. the way his breathing changes. the way his eyes keep catching on your mouth. the way he shifts his weight like he thinks it’ll hide what the suit is already starting to make painfully obvious.
you smile.
his eyes narrow. “don’t.”
“move your hands.”
“no.”
“let me see.”
“it looks stupid.”
“i’ll be the judge of that.”
“i don’t usually have a fuckin’ boner in the suit.”
“i’m not laughing.”
you press your lips together.
he points at you immediately. “don’t laugh.”
“you are. i should web your mouth shut.”
you light up. “can you?”
“wrong thing to say to you. forget i said it.”
“move your hands.”
“you’re evil.”
“yeah.”
he does.
not all at once. not confidently. he drags his hands away like he’s physically suffering for it, eyes cutting to the ceiling, cheeks red, mouth pulled into a miserable little line.
and you look.
because of course you do.
because that is your boyfriend. the father of your child. the man who washes bottles at two in the morning and warms your cold hands under his shirt and comes home bruised and lies badly and loves you so hard he almost ruins it trying to keep you safe.
and he is standing in front of you in a suit that leaves very little to the imagination.
your throat goes dry.
“oh,” you say softly.
he groans. “see? stupid.”
“not the word i was going to use.”
“don’t get poetic about my dick. i will leave.”
“no, you won’t.”
he doesn’t.
you reach for him, and he comes closer immediately, helpless as gravity. one step. then another. until he’s standing between your knees at the edge of the bed, still tense, still trying to hold on to the last scraps of dignity while you run your fingers over his waist.
the material is warm from his body.
that surprises you.
you thought it would feel colder. more removed from him somehow. like a costume. like a wall between what he does out there and what he is in here.
but it isn’t.
under your hands, it’s just katsuki.
your katsuki.
the hard plane of his stomach under your palm. the hitch in his breath when your fingers press into the seam at his hip. the little twitch in his jaw when you look up at him through your lashes.
“i should’ve known,” you murmur.
the teasing leaves his face. “what?”
you slide both hands around him, palms flattening against his back, feeling him stiffen at the tenderness of it. “i know your body too well.”
his gaze drops to you.
you trace one of the repaired seams near his ribs. “this one. you came home with a bruise here and told me you fell at the gym.”
“i did fall.”
“off a building?”
he says nothing. you touch his shoulder. “and here. you said you pulled something boxing.”
“kind of did.”
“fighting crime is not boxing.”
“close enough.”
“you’re so stupid.”
his mouth softens. “yeah.”
“and i’m still mad.”
“i know.”
“furious, actually.”
“i know.”
“but also...” your fingers hook into the suit at his waist. “you look really good.”
his eyes flick away like he can’t bear that.
which is absurd, because katsuki is not shy. he is loud in every room he enters. he argues with microwaves. he threatens furniture when he stubs his toe. he walks around shirtless in summer like he was built specifically to ruin your life and feels smug when he catches you looking.
but this is different.
this is the secret part of him.
this is the body you know wrapped in the life he hid.
so when your hands keep moving, slower now, reverent despite yourself, his mouth opens on a breath that doesn’t become words.
“baby,” he says eventually, very low.
“hm?”
“you gotta stop lookin’ at me like that.”
“why?”
“because i’m tryin’ to be good.”
the room seems to shrink around you.
the baby monitor hums on the nightstand. somewhere outside, a car passes over wet pavement. the whole city keeps moving, completely unaware that spider-man is standing in your bedroom, asking for mercy from the mother of his child.
you lean forward and press your mouth to his stomach through the suit.
his hand flies to the back of your head.
not pushing. not holding you there.
just touching. like he has to anchor himself to you by touch alone.
“fuck,” he whispers.
you look up. “take it off.”
his thumb drags once over your hair. “thought you wanted it on.”
“i wanted to look.”
“yeah?”
“now i’m done looking.”
that does it.
something in him changes. not loud. not sudden. just a shift, like a lock turning.
his hand slides from your hair to your jaw, tipping your face up. his eyes are dark and soft and still a little scared around the edges, because this is new. not you wanting him. not him wanting you. that part is old as breathing.
this is you wanting all of him now that you know.
the liar. the hero. the idiot on the couch. the man in the suit. the father who catches aiya before she falls, sometimes before she even starts to tip.
“say it proper,” he murmurs.
you smile. “i want you.”
he kisses you.
it is not gentle for long. it starts that way, maybe. a brush, a question, his mouth warm and mint-clean from the bathroom. but then your fingers pull at the sealed edge of the suit and his control snaps with an almost audible thing, his hand bracing on the mattress beside your thigh, the other cupping your face as he bends over you.
you pull him closer until he has to climb onto the bed, one knee sinking into the sheets, the suit creaking softly with the movement.
“zipper’s in the back.”
then he stops.
you blink up at him. “what?”
you stare.
he stares back, already humiliated. then you burst into the quietest, most violent laugh of your life.
“don’t,” he hisses.
you clap a hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking.
“it’s not funny.”
“spider-man can’t get naked.”
“i can get naked.”
“not alone, apparently.”
“it’s a security design.”
“you need mommy to unzip you?”
his eyes flash. “careful.”
your laugh cuts off into something else.
he notices. of course he notices. his head tilts, just a little, interest sharpening like a blade.
“oh?” he says.
“shut up.”
“that do somethin’ for you?”
“you’re literally stuck in your superhero onesie.”
“and you’re still wet about it.”
you kick at him. he catches your ankle easily, grinning now, finally getting some of his footing back.
“turn around.”
“bossy.”
“turn around before aiya wakes up and ruins your life.”
that gets him moving.
he sits on the edge of the bed with his back to you, and you kneel behind him. the suit is even better up close, which is unfair. there are tiny scratches in the black patterning, a place near the nape that’s been torn and resewn, the faint smell of clean fabric and him. you find the hidden zipper between his shoulder blades and drag it down slowly.
too slowly, apparently, because his head drops forward.
“baby.”
“what?”
“don’t tease.”
you press a kiss to the back of his neck.
he goes quiet.
for all his strength, he is so easy there. so vulnerable when you touch the places he cannot watch you touch. your mouth at his neck, your hands on his shoulders, peeling the suit down inch by inch until his skin is bare under your palms.
you stop at the edge of a bruise blooming yellow near his ribs.
your chest tightens.
“katsuki.”
“old one.”
“how old?”
“couple days.”
“you didn’t tell me.”
“didn’t tell you a lotta shit.”
“that is not charming honesty.”
“wasn’t tryin’ to be.”
you kiss the bruise anyway. soft. once.
his breath catches.
“you’re still on the couch after this,” you whisper against his skin.
he huffs. “figured.”
“for a week.”
“three days.”
“five.”
“four.”
“six for negotiating.”
he turns his head, glaring over his shoulder. “that’s not how that works.”
“it is in my house.”
“our house.”
“my house until i forgive you.”
his mouth twitches. “mean ass woman.”
“lying ass spider.”
he twists suddenly, pulling you forward with one arm, and you squeak before remembering to be quiet. the two of you freeze, eyes shooting to the baby monitor.
static. nothing else.
katsuki whispers, “you’re gonna wake her up.”
“you just manhandled me.”
“me?”
“yeah, you.”
“quietly.”
“you’re so annoying.”
“you love me.”
“maybe a little.”
he kisses you again, smiling into it this time, and the suit gets lost somewhere around his waist, then his thighs, then the floor. there’s a clumsy, stifled struggle with one ankle that nearly makes you laugh again until he bites your shoulder through his own shirt and mutters, “one sound and i’m puttin’ it back on.”
“threatening me with a good time.”
“you’re insane.”
“you knew that before.”
“knew it before i knocked you up, too.”
heat blooms low in your stomach. his eyes catch it.
your hand tightens around his bicep. “should do it again.”
for a second, the whole room goes still.
not because he doesn’t understand.
because he does.
because aiya is asleep down the hall, and your body remembers her. the ache, the weight, the long nights, the softness of her head under your chin, the impossible terror of loving something that small. it remembers katsuki kneeling beside the bed with a newborn tucked against his bare chest, whispering promises to both of you like he could scare the world into behaving if he growled hard enough.
his hand spreads over your stomach.
careful. reverent.
“yeah?” he says, voice rough.
you nod.
he bends until his forehead rests against yours. “you sure?”
“i’m sure.”
“not just because you’re freakin’ out over the suit?”
“that is a factor.”
he snorts.
you smile, sliding your arms around his neck. “but no. not just that.”
his thumb strokes once, slow, over your stomach.
“aiya’s gonna be pissed.”
“aiya’s six months old.”
“she’s possessive.”
“she gets that from you.”
“damn right.”
you kiss him before he can say anything else stupid, and he follows you down into the bed with an instinct that feels older than the secret, older than the suit, older than the hurt still waiting for both of you in the morning.
for now, he is warm and heavy over you, bare skin against bare skin, one hand braced carefully near your head like he still thinks he might crush you after all these years. you pull him closer anyway. you always do.
“couch tomorrow,” you whisper against his mouth.
“yeah, yeah.”
“and we’re still talking.”
“yeah.”
“and you’re teaching me how the web thingy works.”
“absolutely not.”
“katsuki.”
“fine.”
“and i’m putting the suit on once.”
his head lifts.
you blink innocently.
“no,” he says.
“yes.”
“no.”
“it’s only fair.”
“you wearin’ that suit is how we end up with an army of brats.”
you gasp. “so you agree.”
“i agree you’re awful.”
the baby monitor crackles.
both of you freeze again, half tangled, half laughing, entirely caught.
aiya sighs.
katsuki lowers his forehead to your shoulder in silent, desperate prayer.
you bite your lip so hard you almost hurt yourself.
after a long moment, he whispers, “still asleep.”
“spider-sense?”
“dad sense.”
you soften before you can stop yourself. he feels it. lifts his head. the grin is gone now, replaced with something quieter. something open and tired and so painfully full of love that you almost hate him for making you feel it while you’re still furious.
“i’m sorry,” he says.
no defence. no excuse.
just that.you touch his cheek.
“i know.”
“i’ll tell you everythin’.”
“you better.”
“everythin’.”
you hold him there, fingers sliding into his hair, the city outside wet and glowing and alive around you. somewhere in it, there are rooftops he knows better than streets. alleys where he has bled alone. people he has saved without you knowing. versions of him you are only just beginning to meet.
but this version is yours.
in your bed. in your arms. warm, embarrassed, breathing hard against your throat.
“katsuki?”
“hm?”
“make another baby with me.”
he goes still for one heartbeat.
then his mouth finds yours again, and this time there is nothing funny about it.
The most I’ve learned about love island is literally from you. Like I didn’t even know they shared beds when they coupled up. Ik they were in twin beds but not that they shared
omg yeah when they couple up they share a double bed in a massive room of like ten beds. you can always choose not to sleep with your couple because there’s also beds outside. if you’re new and not in a couple yet or just not in the couple then you can sleep inside and they have spare beds in another room.
ONE BED DILEMMA even though it’s very much expected. QUICK BONDING TIME!! wearing cute pyjamas because you know you’re sleeping beside bkg. he’s just in his pyjama shorts. putting on perfume before bed. especially the first night sharing and he is so overwhelmed, tries not to look at you too hard when you climb into bed but your pyjama shorts are SO short and you’re so pretty with your under eye patches. and moisturised face. pillow talk defo. face to face under the covers. perhaps doesn’t kiss you for the first time on the first day. but as soon as you kiss once, every night you guys are making out before bed.
Iwaizumi glances up. You're lounging on the couch, wearing your favourite sleep set. The one he secretly hates, because the straps have a tendency to slide off your shoulders when you're unaware.
"Tried what?"
Your lips curl into a grin. Mattsun and Makki left less than ten minutes ago, and you're already smiling like you're up to no good. Sometimes Iwaizumi secretly wishes you had a third roommate. Maybe that would create some needed space, maybe it could soothe some of the electric tension between you. He's not sure he understands the inexplicable change between you that's been growing these last couple of months, but he doesn't want to ruin your friendship.
And at the end of the day, he knows he doesn't actually want a third roommate. He likes that he's the one who gets to see you sleepy and slow in the morning, cranky in the evening. That he gets to cook you meals when you're too tired to do it yourself. He doesn't want to share any of it.
"You know," you say, grin turning wicked. Iwaizumi rakes his brain, trying to figure out what you're talking about. He runs through the things you talked about, Mattsun and the funeral home, Makki being unemployed and broke, Oikawa's game last week, something about your shitty ex-boyfriend—
Oh.
The new girl Mattsun has been hooking up with.
"Cock warming," you say, giggling. Like you're reading his mind, realising exactly what he's thinking right now. He knows you saw. Saw the way his cheeks grew flushed at the conversation. Saw the way he avoided eye contact, while Makki was too distracted with teasing Mattsun.
"There's no way it can be that good," he'd said. Mattsun had leaned back against the couch and smiled lazily, the way he always does, the way Iwaizumi knows makes girls fawn over him.
Iwaizumi hadn't added anything to the conversation, hoping to stay clear of any suspicion. Apparently, that wasn't enough, because when he'd looked at you, you were already looking back. Smiling, in that way that meant your mind was going a thousand miles per hour. Planning. Scheming.
Your tiny tank top slipping off your shoulder all the while.
"Hajiii," you sing-song. His eyes dart towards his bedroom, hoping to escape, and you notice, your eyes narrowing at him. "C'mere,"
You pat the spot next to you on the couch as you sit up. He obliges, because what else can he do? When you're sitting there, hair slightly dishevelled from when Makki ruffled it on his way out, looking so, so sweet.
"Wanna try it?"
Your voice is syrupy sweet, dripping honey and temptation. You're halfway crawling into his lap, one of your hands placed on his thigh. Iwaizumi swallows.
"We shouldn't," he says, and it makes you pout, pushing further. You lean in, and he can smell your perfume now, something sweet and flowery.
You're always flirting with him, but this. This is something different, something heavier. There's no deniable plausibility here, no light teasing.
Iwaizumi will admit that he's always secretly basked in the affection you'd reward him. He's used to girls fawning over Oikawa, or making out with Mattsun at parties, or going on dates with Makki. But you. You've always danced around him, making him feel special. Lightheaded.
"Hajime," you pout, drawing him out of his thoughts. "Why not?"
He swallows again, throat feeling dry. Why not?
You're fully straddling him now, sinking into his lap.
Why not?
Wrapping your arms around your neck, you're looking down at him, still smiling.
"Have you ever tried it?" you whisper, while you play with the hairs at the back of his neck. Poor Iwaizumi has to hold back a groan as he closes his eyes.
"No."
"Do you wanna?"
You know you're being bold. But you've been holding back for so long. Who can blame you for finally breaking when you've been watching him squirm around all night?
"It could be fun. We could put on a movie or something," you say, and you grind your hips into his experimentally. Your grin widens when you feel that he's already half hard. His hands fly to your hips, holding you still as he takes a deep breath.
You can see the turmoil in his brown eyes, feel the storm rising in him.
"Okay," he says, releasing your hips.
The look on your face is victorious, and you move your hands down, squeezing his shoulders in excitement.
"I pick the movie," he manages to bite out, and you nod eagerly, hands flying down to the waistband of his shorts.
"Sure, Haji, whatever you want," you murmur, focused on the new objective at hand. Iwaizumi grabs your hands, placing them behind your back. You look down at him, frowning. Finally gaining some footing, Iwaizumi tuts at you, shaking his head.
"Let me pick a movie first," he murmurs. He keeps your hands where they are, with one big hand on his wrists, while he leans over you, grabbing the TV remote off the coffee table. He leans back on the couch again, casually opening Netflix. You stare, dumbly, waiting for the next instruction.
The thing you've always liked about Iwaizumi is that he doesn't let you get away with any of your antics. With Oikawa, it's a constant game of who'll back down first, like a game of rapidly . Mattsun is largely unaffected apart from the times when he'll tag along to help you torment the others. Makki is so easy to tease that it's not even funny.
When it comes to Iwaizumi, he's steady. It's always annoyed you a bit. When he's with Oikawa, it's like it's second nature. But as soon as it comes to you, he's like a rock. He never lets your antics reach him. Not even the outrageous sleep set you'll wear or the innocent cuddling when you're having sleepovers.
It's fun.
But now that he's finally given in, you don't know what to do.
"Go grab your blanket," Iwaizumi murmurs into your ear. It takes a few seconds before you spring into action, shuffling towards your bedroom. You quickly grab it, before checking yourself in your mirror before you head back to the living room.
Your face feels hot, and you fix your hair.
This is Hajime. Your Hajime. The guy you've known since you were fifteen, the guy who used to buy you sodas from the vending machine before class and save you from Oikawa's relentless teasing all the time. The guy you moved in with three years ago when you moved to Tokyo.
Because it's cheaper. And easier. And it's nice to have a friend in the apartment, to rant to and cook dinner with.
The guy you've been flirting with for as long as you can remember. Under the guise that it's friendly. And fun. And that there's definitely nothing more to it.
"Did you fall in there?"
"No!"
You pad back into the living room, blanket wrapped around you. Iwaizumi has already picked a movie. You think it's a comedy, judging by the look of it. He raises a brow at you, and you smile as you make your way back to the couch.
"Hi," you say, and he smiles back, patting his thigh.
"C'mere," he says, echoing your own words from earlier, and you oblige instantly, this time settling with your back against his chest. He lets you get comfortable, and you pull the blanket over you. The movie is already starting, but you're not paying attention.
Not when Iwaizumi smells so good.
"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" he asks, and one of his hands finds your hip underneath the blanket, making soothing circles with his thumb.
"I'm not nervous," you protest, and you feel him chuckle beneath you, clearly not believing you.
"Right."
A beat.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
He's giving you an out. A last chance to take it back, to not change your friendship into whatever this is. But even then, you know this has been a long time coming. You'd be an idiot to try to stop it.
"No, I want to," you say.
"We can just watch the movie."
"Hajime."
There's a warning in your tone, telling him not to worry anymore. You feel him relaxing, finally, and he grunts, settling into the couch at last. His hand not on your hip roams your side, before he settles on your tit, squeezing your soft skin.
"Okay, baby."
He flicks your nipple through the fabric of your top, and you gasp, squirming. You feel the bulge beneath your ass, and it makes you a little dizzy to know you have this effect on him.
You try to focus on the movie. A girl is screaming at her roommate, throwing things at her. There's a weird-looking dog. Iwaizumi's hand on your hip dips underneath the waistband of your shorts.
"Proper stretching is important," he says, cupping your pussy over your panties. "To prevent injury."
It makes you giggle, the way he speaks like you're one of his athletes. He keeps playing with your nipple while he thumbs your clit with his other hand, applying dull stimulation. You gasp softly, spreading your legs to give him more access.
You don't need to look behind you to know he's smiling. Especially when he dips his fingers into your underwear, stroking your folds and finding you soaking already. He spreads your arousal over your folds, still not giving you any real relief.
The roommates are in their principal's office. She's telling some other story, something about a real nightmare roomie.
"Did you seriously pick a movie about bad roommates?" you ask, and Iwaizumi presses his lips to your throat, planting a wet kiss there.
"It seemed appropriate."
"Excuse me, I am not a bad room— Oh,"
You're interrupted when he presses a finger inside you, testing the waters. When you melt into his embrace, he adds another finger, slowly working you open. It's easy when you're already so aroused, feeling like you've been ready ever since you saw his reaction to your friends discussing cock warming hours ago.
"You sure?"
"Uh-huh," you answer, too distracted to form proper words. He curls his fingers, and your mouth falls open in a quiet moan.
"Not even when you wear these shirts," He pulls your shirt down, as if making a point, exposing your tits to the cold air of your living room. "Constantly one bad move away from flashing me?"
"I'd say that's just philanthropy,"
He laughs, surprised. Moving your hair to the side, he kisses your throat again.
The main character in the movie is at a summer camp now. Desperately trying to make friends and failing.
Iwaizumi adds a third finger, and you squirm, getting used to the pressure. He palms your clit to help you, and you bite your lip. Even through your shorts and the blanket, you can hear the sounds of how wet you are, as he keeps a steady pace.
"Hajime," you gasp, feeling your orgasm already building. Iwaizumi seems to feel it too, with the way your warm walls flutter around his fingers. He removes his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his mouth and tasting. He hums at the taste.
You watch over your shoulder, mouth agape. He grins, though his cheeks are flushed, betraying his otherwise calm demeanour. He plays with the waistband of your shorts.
"Take these off."
With his help, you shimmy off both your shorts and underwear, leaving you wearing nothing but a tank top and your fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi guides you forward with a hand on your back, so he can pull his cock out of his pants with the other.
You go to look over your shoulder, wanting to see, but he grabs your chin and points you towards the TV instead. The girl in the movie has made a friend now, and they're rooming together.
You hear the slick sounds of him stroking his cock, and then he taps your ass. With a pout, you straddle his legs properly and sit up so he can position himself at your entrance.
He slowly guides you back on his cock, and you whine at the stretch, still watching the movie, despite being unsure what the plot even is. The girl is angry because her roomie is messy, you're pretty sure. Your vision swims, and you find it hard to focus on anything at all.
"Ease up, baby," Iwaizumi bites out, and you try your best to relax as you sink down further.
Iwaizumi is big. Big and thick, and when your ass finally meets the back of his thighs again, it feels like he's in your throat. He makes you lean back, and you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. He holds you tight by your hips, keeping your squirming to a minimum as you get used to the intrusion.
Finally, you feel like your pussy is getting used to the fullness, and you relax slightly, leaning entirely on his chest. He rubs soothing circles in your hips, resting his head on your shoulder.
"Good girl,"
He laughs when you clench, as he wraps his arms around you. You feel dizzy, warm all over. A light sweat is starting to form on your forehead, and you grip his arm.
The girls in the movie are at a party, all of them wearing a white top and a pair of jeans. Iwaizumi laughs into your ear, deep and warm.
"They look just like one of Mattsun's girlfriends," he states, and you slap his arm.
"Don't talk about Mattsun's girls when your dick is inside of me," you bite back, and he presses down on your stomach in response, making you moan out.
"You have Mattsun's girl to thank for this, don't you?" he teases, and you roll your eyes. When you don't say anything back, he hums, and you both settle into a comfortable silence.
It lasts about five minutes.
The main character is talking a guy, who you think might be her love interest, in a kitchen.
You can't focus.
It's too hard. It feels like all of your nerve endings are on fire, your pussy growing more and more sensitive with each agonising minute that passes.
You want him to move. To fuck you.
Iwaizumi has the patience of a saint. Maybe it's from the years of diligent volleyball practice every day after school, maybe it's from constantly keeping your three other best friends behaviour in check.
Whatever it is, it's certainly going to be your downfall.
He keeps you still in his lap, the only torturous friction you get being when he laughs at the movie. The movie that's really not that funny.
"Haji," you ask, with trembling lips.
When he doesn't reply, you squirm. That makes him take a deep breath, and he squeezes you in warning when you clench down on him.
"It's too much," you complain. Your mind is swimming, eyes going glassy. The only thing you can think about is getting fucked.
Preferably hard.
"You're being so good," he replies. He rocks into you slightly, making you whine. "You can keep being nice for me, right?"
"No," you say, shaking your head.
"This was your idea." Iwaizumi chuckles. His breath feels hot on your throat, only making your mind even fuzzier.
"I changed my mind."
"We can stop if you want to."
The hands on your hips start to push you away.
"No, please, no, no, no,—" you panic, digging your hands into his thighs as you lean back in his lap. The slight friction makes you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.
"But you changed your mind?" he asks. His voice is teasing, but there's a slight strain there.
Looking over your shoulder, you meet his gaze, batting your eyelashes the way that always works with Makki when you want to steal his snacks. Iwaizumi smiles, taking in the pout on your lips, the pretty way your brows furrow.
You look so cute.
So cute, he wants to squeeze you.
"Hajime,"
There's a lilt to your voice, a saccharine sweetness. The one Iwaizumi has always had a weakness for, even if you don't notice it yourself.
"Yeah?" he breathes. He nods, and you nod along, mirroring him.
"We could do something else instead," you say. He feels you clench down again. Your pussy is so hot and wet, it makes him groan. He thinks he'd do anything you asked of him right now.
The movie is long forgotten now. You're unsure if the roommates are still even friends at this point.
"What do you wanna do?" he asks, and when you lean down to kiss him, he moans, leaning into the kiss. He grabs your chin, angling you so he can kiss you better, moaning into your mouth.
The angle is slightly uncomfortable, and you pull away with a pout, like it's somehow Iwaizumi's fault. He groans, head falling back, when you sit up, his cock leaving your warmth with a slick sound.
You turn around so you're facing him, promptly sitting down in his lap again. It makes you both moan again when he reenters your slick heat. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the short locks.
"How are you gonna watch the movie now?" Iwaizumi smiles, taking you in. He must admit, it's better this way. When he can see your every expression, the way you're panting slightly. His gaze drops down to where you're connected. The sight makes his jaw slack, and he can't help but bring his thumb down to your clit, circling the bud slowly.
"I'm watching something more fun."
Your voice is whiny, but you're smiling. You grind your hips into his hand, and he feels you clench when the tip of his cock hits somewhere deep inside you.
"Is that so?"
"You're very handsome, Hajime,"
"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Iwaizumi says, breathless. You're gathering speed now, but you're still just grinding against him. It's a sweet kinda torture, the way he can feel your pussy pulsing around him, yet you're barely moving.
"That's not true," you object. You kiss him again, only a peck, letting him chase you. "I tell you nice things all the time."
"You question my patience all the time," he responds. He tangles his hand in your hair, holding you still as he ghosts his lips over yours. Your breaths mingle, and you moan into his mouth.
"Like right now, you mean?" you ask, and he nods, before he kisses you again. Firmly.
It's nice. It's nice to run your fingers through his hair and hear his little groans when you tuck hard enough. It's nice how warm and big his hand is on the back of your head. It's nice to feel the firm and steady pulse of his cock inside of you, lighting up all your sensitive nerve endings.
Iwaizumi is nice.
He's more than nice, but your head feels empty, unable to find another word, filled with nothing but the feeling of Iwaizumi's tongue against your own, as he kisses you silly.
"Fuck me, Haji," you whisper when he pulls away for air, and he chuckles, shaking his head.
"You're the one who wanted to change activities," he replies. "You do it,"
He leans back and pats your thighs. You glare.
"I'm the one who suggested movie night in the first place."
Iwaizumi raises a brow at you.
"Movie night?" he teases. You nod, attempting to be the picture perfect of innocence. "This is your version of movie night?"
He motions to where he's still buried inside of you. Where you're dripping, staining his joggers. Hopefully, you haven't stained the couch. Yet.
"Yes."
"Well, I picked the movie. So it's your turn to pick something now"
Something akin to determination washes over your expression. You put your hands on his chest, and slowly you start going up and down. You moan in unison, and your brow pinches as you start to ride him.
The slick sound fills your living room, and you pant, your thighs already beginning to burn. Iwaizumi notices. Because of course he does.
"Your form is—"
"Do not comment on my form," you cut him off, digging your nails into his chest.
"I was gonna tell you it's good." His eyes drop down to your tits, and the smug look on his face is worse than any comment. It only fuels your fire. You ignore the ache, doubling down as you start to ride him harder. You move your hands up, wrapping them around his neck. You don't press, just keep them there, and his jaw falls slack, eyes going lidded.
"Fuck," he says, nodding. He puts his hand over one of yours, and he moans when you press down lightly on his throat. You feel him twitch inside you, and it makes you smile.
"Haji, you gonna come, ah, just from me choking you?" you tease and, he laughs, voice soft, like he's out of breath.
"I'm gonna come from how good you look bouncing on my cock like that," he replies, without missing a beat, and the admission makes you falter. He whines when your knee slips, and before you can think, his hands are on your hips, guiding you up and down.
He does it like it's nothing, muscles tensing deliciously with each push and pull. You collapse onto his chest, moving your hands to his shoulders. He doesn't seem to take notice, too focused on the way you're clenching around his cock.
It doesn't take long for you to feel your orgasm start to build like that, not when he's hitting all the right spots, while telling you how pretty you look taking him. You barely get to warn him before it creeps up on you, making your toes curl as warm pleasure burns through you.
He moans, voice turning pitchy as he follows right after you, pulling you flush against him as he finishes inside, filling your cunt to the brim. It makes you whimper, and you rest your head on his chest. Your eyelids feel heavy as you both take a few minutes to collect yourselves. You listen to the way Iwaizumi's heartbeat slows as he comes down.
He runs his hands up and down your back, occasionally pressing into sore spots.
"You have a muscle knot here," he eventually says, pressing into a spot right between your shoulder blades. You yelp, twitching in his lap. Cum spills out from your sore pussy, dripping down his balls. "Are you doing the exercises I taught you?"
"Hajime!" you scold, getting off his lap. You grab your panties from somewhere on the floor, putting them on and stomping towards your room. Iwaizumi watches the way the insides of your thighs glisten with his cum.
"I was just asking," he says, putting his still half-hard cock back in his pants as he follows you. "Also, you should really go pee—"
genre: gn!reader who wears a skirt. a little suggestive at the end.
a/n: inspired by this puzzreve gacha card which i failed to get despite spending sm FUCKING diamonds on it FuCK
rindou, who is more insecure than you think and was caught off guard when you were interested in him and not his older brother, who's much more popular with suitors. "ran's not here," he says absentmindedly when you show up at their apartment, waving you off only to be pleasantly surprised when you tell him that you're there to actually visit him.
rindou, who is actually easily flustered because he's not used to being in the spotlight, having grown accustomed to being in his brother's shadow. "uh, sure," he coughs awkwardly, "i'm just working on a mix right now"– and his fingers are fumbling just slightly on the knobs as he feels your eyes focus on him, but as soon as he gets back into the groove of things, you can tell just how much he enjoys being in his own element apart from his brother.
rindou, who flashes you a cheeky little grin in between song transitions and beckons you to come behind the dj booth so he can explain to you the functions on the controller, and who lets you mess around with the knobs and cheers you on as you experiment. "yeah, that's it, you're getting the hang of it!"
rindou, whose face flushes when he feels you get a little too close to him, then before you know it, his lips are on yours. he's guiding you to the sofa, hands on your hips, and you're both toppling over as he rucks up your skirt. it's a little clumsy, rindou even tripping on an empty beer can on the way there (lol). then suddenly, the door swings open and it's ran, apparently just waking up now despite it being mid-day.
"uhm, same time tomorrow?" rindou asks sheepishly, helping you back up and fixing your skirt.
desc;; MDNI, post-time skip, bestfriends 2 lovers, multiple orgasms, finger fucking, soft dom suna, afab!reader, not prof read, rin had a crush on you ever since… so he decides to shoot his shot! , p in v , vaginal sex, squirting, bsf!sunarin → bf!sunarin
AN;; trying something new :) expect mistakes or spelling errors wc: 884
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• bestfriend!suna has heard you complain about it for months. every time the topic of sex comes up during your late-night calls or when you’re chilling at his place after his ejp raijin practices, you sigh and say the same thing everytime. “no one’s ever been able to make me squirt. they all tap out or get tired before it even gets close.”
he’s usually half-laying on the couch scrolling through his phone with that signature lazy smirk, but this time he actually looks up, eyes narrowing with interest.
“bet i could,” he says casually, like he’s commenting on the weather.
you laugh in his face. “yeah right, rin. you’re my best friend, not some sex god.”
• bestfriend!suna just raises an eyebrow, setting his phone down. “i’m serious. give me one night. if i can’t make you squirt, i’ll get ya anything you want. but if i do…” his smirk turns sharper, “you admit i’m better than every guy you’ve ever let touch you.”
you thought he was joking.
he wasn’t.
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two nights later you’re in his apartment after one of his games, still buzzing from watching him dominate on court. weell… one teasing conversation turns into a full blwown makeout session on his couch, and before you know it he has you pinned to his bed, long fingers already buried deep inside you.
• bestfriend!suna is annoyingly good. he takes his time, curling those stupidly long fingers against that spongy spot inside you while his thumb circles your clit with lazy precision. his hazel eyes stay locked on your face the entire time.
“told you,” he murmurs, voice low and smug as he speeds up. “you’re already soaking my hand,”
you’re stubborn, still trying to deny it even as your thighs start shaking. but rintaro just leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“let go. i know you can squirt for me, pretty girl.”
• bestfriend!suna doesn’t stop when you cum the first time. he keeps fucking you with his fingers through it, palm pressing firm against your clit, curling harder, faster, wet obscene sounds filling the room as he forces you higher.
“c’mon pretty girl… give it to me.”
your second orgasm hits harder. your back arches clean off the bed and you squirt all over his hand and wrist, soaking his forearm and the sheets beneath you. the sound you make is broken and shocked. suna’s eyes darken with satisfaction.
“there we go,” he breathes, looking way too proud of himself. “fucking knew you could.”
his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your walls flutter around them. he doesn’t rush. instead, he leans down and kisses you deep as he lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked entrance.
• bestfriend!suna fucks you through three more orgasms that night, making you squirt two more times — once while you’re riding him, and once when he has your legs pushed back to your chest, pounding deep and relentless.
every time you soak his cock and stomach, suna lets out this low, warm chuckle, almost like he can’t believe how good you feel. his thumb keeps gently circling your swollen clit, eyes half-lidded as he watches you fall apart with pure adoration.
“look at you…” he murmurs between slow, deep thrusts, sweat slipping down his messy brown hair. “so beautiful like this. i’ve got you, baby. just let go for me.”
when he finally cums, he buries himself to the hilt, groaning softly against your neck as he fills you up, hips twitching with every pulse. his voice is rough but gentle when he whispers,
“all mine… only me from now on, kay?”
you’re a trembling, soaked mess underneath him, sheets completely ruined, thighs sticky with both of you. all you can do is weakly smack his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
“told you i could,” he whispers,
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• bestfriend!suna made good on his bet. after that night he didn’t even give you a chance to pretend it was a one-time thing. the next morning you woke up to him already scrolling through his phone next to you, arm slung over your waist like it belonged there.
“morning, squirt,” he said with that lazy smirk, not even looking up. you threw a pillow at his head.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is literally the worst (and best) thing that’s ever happened to you. he went from your stupid best friend who sent you dumb texts at 3am to the guy who now texts you “thinking about how pretty you look when you’re crying on my dick” while you’re in a work meeting.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is obsessed with making you squirt now that he knows he can. he turns it into a game. movie night? his hand is in your panties the whole time. lazy sudnay morning? he eats you out until the sheets are ruined and you’re pushing his head away because you can’t take anymore.
“rin— rinnie i can’t—”
“you can. don’t be dramatic. give me one more.”
• annoying boyfriend!suna is ridiculously clingy in the most infuriating way. he’ll lay on top of you after sex, still buried inside you, refusing to pull out while he scrolls through his phone and occasionally thrusts lazily just to hear you whine.
Luna idk if you’ve ever discussed this but what’s your opinion of buzz cut bkg? Whats your reaction if you caught him just doing it on a whim without discussing it first
i probably have somewhere!!! the thing is buzzcuts are sexyyyyyyy. soooo sexy. if you know kpop idols usually with their long hair but when they go to the military they have to get buzzcuts. still fine. bakugou with his big ass head. little blonde buzz adorb.
i can actually imagine him wanting one and then he does it himself in the bathroom. nearly shits his pants when he has to show you. and i think he lovesss how much you love it but you have to seriously say to him,,, “you need to get it professionally done though. it’s choppy at the back.” and he pouts cutely. he asks if you can do it and you’re like i don’t wanna fuck it up :((((
but he comes out like a kid who wet the bed. scratching his head. tail tucked between his legs.
“hey baby—,”
big gasp, “did u do that just now??!!”
and getting up and grabbing his head, “sooooo sexy cute. i just wanna eat your head!!!!!”
for your birthday you do a pub bar social drinking chatty birthday gathering where you invite alll your bestest girl friends and your boyfriend bakugou. bakugou being the only man there. and on the way there you’re asking him who he invited and he’s like “???nobody???” why would he invite anyone to your birthday!!!! and you say “you could have invited your boys!! you’re gonna be bored with just me n my friends :(((( text them now.” he probably does text two since you say he can, deku and kirishima but it’s both too last minute for any of them to come. or maybe they both come in the last hour when everyone’s drunk and all your friends get excited that your boyfriend bought his sexy friends along. BUT when it’s just you, your besties and your boyfriend. katsuki doesn’t drink so he just sits beside you and buys them all. nobody buys a thing but him. he joins in the convo when he’s asked to or it’s needed from him. truly becomes one of the girls. when one of your girls is lining up asking for a napkin and a guy tries to talk to her, you just nudge bkg and he gets up to swap places with her. the guy definitely doesn’t argue with him. father big brother of the group. you end up sitting on his lap the drunker you get. when he asks if you’re okay and you give him a big kiss and your friends all say YUCK!!! but it’s cute. all your favourite people here!!! you love how everyone gets along. and kirishima and deku walk in last minute and your friends literally scream and squeal. kirishima is going “ladies! ladies!” deku going “happy birthday yn!!! your gift is in my car, i’ll give it to you after!”
you shrug off your tank top in the middle of the backseat and start rubbing sunscreen across your shoulders and chest, going so far as to let your fingers dip beneath your bikini top to coast over the swell of your tits.
oikawa whines that it’s hot, cranking the ac knob before iwa can bark at him otherwise. and mattsun and makki both have to pretend like they don’t spend the next twenty minutes sneaking constant glances at the way your nipples pebble beneath your bathing suit top as you shiver under the blast of cool air.
oikawa glances back, mouth curling upward at the corner as he meets mattsun’s gaze.
it’s one of those days in the villa where there’s nothing to do. just the beaming hot sun and attractive people all under one building… if anything, you mostly enjoy watching production behind the scenes. fixing cameras, changing lenses and one of your girls getting her mic fixed in the corner.
some of the boys are playing with the gym equipment, the girls standing in the pools chatting. a few couples have gone off to chat and so have you.
you sit cross legged on the day bed, opposite possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in real life. is it normal to meet someone and immediately want to jump them? to wonder how their lips would feel against yours and their hard toned chest against your softer one.
he lays beside you, thick bicep propping his head up on the pillow so he can see you properly. you recoupled with katsuki last night, drawn in by his pretty red eyes and the few flirtatious conversations you had previously. well mostly the blunt compliments and slight nervousness from him, that easily got you giddy and running your finger down his arm. you want to know more, you especially want to know if he’s boyfriend material.
you scoot closer to him so your knee is touching his side and you can flatten your hand on his collarbone. you watch as his breath hitches at your touch, his eyes staying on your face and not dropping to the tiny piece of fabric between your thighs or your chest.
“i wanna know more about you,” you say, lifting up his black lenses sunglasses off his nose bridge just to check he’s looking at you. he is. two shiny rubies glittering. then you drop the glasses back onto his nose.
you feel his whole body hum, “can say the same about you.”
bakugou is brave when he places a hand on your bare thigh. your eyes widen just a smidge before biting down on your lip. fuck, it is way too early to feel this much sexual tension. you want to drag him into the hideaway and push him down onto the mattress.
politely, you take your hand off his collarbone and his hand off your thigh. “sorry, i can’t think straight with the touching,” you blink a few times like you’re clearing your head, adjusting your posture and stretching your fingers, “i’m serious. i wanna know about your family, your friends on the outside. what’s your usual morning routine… what’s the day in the life with katsuki. what about your last name?”
apparently, you don’t need to have him touch you to feel aroused, his smile can do it for you. the corners of his lips reach up, revealing bright white straight teeth and a gold tooth on his canine. how’d be get that? why? you need to know everything. he adjusts the waistband of his black swim trunks.
“fuck, you’re adorable. one by one, yeah? and then you answer the same question.” his hands are back on his own chest, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch you. even the urge to look between your legs, your cute thighs and that tiny strip of fabric hiding nothing.
you nod, adjusting your hair because you want to look perfect in front of him even though he’s seen how you look when you wake up.
“i usually go to the gym every morning.”
your face scrunches. unimpressed, confused, icked out… katsuki doesn’t get it.
he frowns back at you, “what’s wrong with that?”
“every morning?”
“yeah, gotta stay ready for my work. part of my routine.”
you pout, looking away. you don’t mean to but you run the tip of your finger down the vein in his forearm.
“i need cuddles in the morning if i’m waking up beside my man. i’d hate waking up beside an empty spot all the time in a relationship.”
bakugou lets every word sink into his skin like the sunscreen he slapped on earlier.
“i’d adjust for my girlfriend.” in other words he’d adjust for you. “i’d probably wanna do a lil more than cuddle in the mornin’.” if i woke up beside you.
that gets you staring at his lips. pink and in a small smirk. he has to be an eater. you want to run your tongue along the scar on his cheek. feel his hands back on your body.
“that’s good to know, katsuki. really good to know.”
you’re trying to be serious but the giggles spill out of you faster than you can catch.
“is it too early to say i’ve never felt tension like this before? if we weren’t in here….,” you trail off, you know exactly what you want to say.
“no i get it. fuckin’ magnetic,” then he wipes under his nose. he’s eager for any piece of you you’re willing to give. if it’s a touch, a thought, a look. anything. “if we weren’t here what?”
he’s so naturally flirtatious. you don’t think he even means to be. he’s cutely bad at eye contact sometimes, like your presence overwhelms him. then other times, like when it’s just you and him, it feels you’re the only one in the villa, actually the whole planet.
you lean in closer to his face, nose to nose, “i’m not telling you yet.” then you’re back sitting up straight.
“fine, princess. what’s your morning like?”
“well, mr pro hero, i always wanna be in bed as long as possible. cuddles in bed, morning sex, breakfast in bed, some shitty tv. on the weekend at least.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, “just the weekend? we can stretch that midweek too, i think.”
you’re trying to hide your smile, biting it down, “and then after i’m happy and fed, you can do whatever you do in the gym.”
“fucked and fed.”
you slap his arm, “katsuki!”
he grabs your hand in the air and shrugs his shoulders. then sweetest, he loops his fingers with yours, “‘m not wrong.”
it’s the demons that push you to ask your next question. you’re supposed to find out about his family, his background, there’s so many questions you can ask about his job.
“what’s your favourite position?”
you wish you were wearing sunglasses right now, so you can subtly stare at his abdomen and all the scars that run over it.
bakugou’s laugh is short and huffy, like he wasn’t expecting that question but he’ll entertain you with an answer.
“i hope you know that even though i’ve never had a girlfriend, it doesn’t mean i fuck around.”
ah yes. this gorgeous prohero has never been locked down. it’s a fact he said a few days ago at the firepit. you’re not sure whether to take it as a red flag or not.
you’ve got no reason to assume he’s lying to you yet so you nod.
“okay! now answer me.”
he squeezes your hand in his, now resting your hands on his stomach. katsuki’s really thinking about this question, scrunching his nose and then releasing.
“this isn’t a cop out, but i love missionary where i have my partner folded,” then he flickers his gaze over to you, “y’know. like her knees to her ears. get to see her face and go deep.”
fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck.
“that’s like equally romantic, equally dirty.” you’re so turned on you hope it isn’t obvious. has anyone gone to the hideaway during the day?
bakugou shrugs. he wonders how you’d sound moaning his name. “i like knowin’ for sure i’m makin’ them feel good. tell me yours.”
with your other hand, you can’t help it, you’re back to drawing shapes on his chest. his other hand is back on your thigh, “i like when the guy is sitting and i’m sitting on top of him. the lotus position? that one is insane.”
“you’re just like me. you love some eye contact and feelin’ it deep, huh?”
you’re smiling at him, “and we can kiss while i cockwarm you.”
you both never realise when you switch to making it personal. like you know someday in the future you both will be doing this.
“cockwarm?” he pushes his sunglasses up his nose. squeezes your thigh.
“if your dick was inside me but not moving or thrusting. thats cockwarming.”
bakugou stares at your lips when you talk, how they curl and go into o shapes.
“oh fuck,” he breathes, tapping your thigh with two fingers, “yeah, that’s sexy.”
“hm,” you mumble, adjusting to now lay slightly on top of him. you stretch your legs out beside his, your arm across his chest and your head just under his.
there’s a few seconds of silence, choosing what’s the best decision to take next that doesn’t include having sex with you somewhere.
“we gotta talk about somethin’ else before i drag you into that fuckin’ hideaway at god knows what time it is.” he grunts, pulling at his shorts and adjusting his body on the bed. katsuki pulls off his sunglasses to rub a palm down his face.
“okay, okay!” you perch your head on his chest and his hand drifts down to your lower back. “when did you move here? you grew up in japan, right?”
he leaves his glasses off now, “yeah i did, i moved here about five years ago? i live in the south now.”
“i live near there too! about an hour drive,” something in common. “so, you must know some japanese.”
he chuckles and you feel his body shake under you, “it’s my native language so i know pretty much everythin’, babe.”
katsuki’s fascinated at how easy this is with you. that apparently it just took him to go in a dating show to find a woman he wants to keep forever.
you sit up on his chest slightly, tits now in his face and lips so reachable. his cock aches just a little.
“say something.”
“what should i say?”
“anything.”
bakugou thinks for a seconds then grins. he says a sentence and you only recognise one word.
“matcha? did you say matcha?” you pout, “you sound so sexy.”
you didn’t think he could get sexier. his voice is deeper in japanese, heck, it’s husky and intimate.
“i did,” he says in english, “any guesses?”
“something about me with my matcha?”
“close. i said ‘you want head first, matcha second in the morning’.”
you burst into giggles at that, your forehead flopping onto his shoulder. bakugou feels his heart swell at making you laugh.
“you’re so stupid,” you grin, “i know how to say hello and thank you.”
nearly everybody knows how to say that in japanese but bakugou thinks you’re incredibly cute. especially because you look so proud at your knowledge.
“go on then.”
“konnichiwa ! and arigato !”
bakugou thinks he’s going to die. especially, when he doesn’t say a word and your smile slowly drops into confusion.
“was that wrong? did i pronounce those wrong?”
“no, no, no. you’re perfect, just real fuckin’ cute, baby.”
“okay, good. arigato katsuki!”
“no problem, princess. now tell me about your family. who do i have to look out for?”
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bombshell -- love island au, tenya iida x f!reader. 1k. just for fun
“You’re up early.”
Turning, you watch as Tenya approaches where you’re sitting: cross legged on a yoga mat in a little two piece workout set. He’s dressed in his swim trunks already, these little inseam, dark blue shorts that seem to compete with his thighs for dominance.
“I could say the same about you,” you say, looking up at him.
“Do you have a minute?” He asks, standing in front of you. You have to bring your hand up to cup your eyes away from the sunrise that glows from behind him. “I feel like I missed out on getting to know you.”
“Um,” you laugh nervously. Yeah, you and Tenya hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk given that you were both brought in as bombshells at the same time. “Technically. But can I do a few flows before everyone else wakes up?”
Tenya blinks at you. Then remembering himself, he nods quickly. “Of course. When you’re done just interrupt me and I’ll make you a coffee.”
Smiling, you nod. “Thanks. I’ll come find you.”
Tenya politely leaves you, and you watch him. All of his muscles ripple as he walks away in this absolutely insane way that had all the girls squealing last night. It takes a few moments of looking out over the horizon, over the open water and the sun coming up, before you feel steady enough to do a few sun salutations.
When you’re all done, relaxed and a little sweaty, you head towards the villa again. It’s still quiet, the rest of the villa moving slowly as they wake up. Tenya double takes from where he’s reading the back of a cereal box. He smiles.
“Is this your morning routine?” Tenya asks.
“I normally journal before the yoga,” you admit.
Tenya nods a few times. “Let me get you some coffee.”
In the kitchen, Tenya makes you a nice glass of iced coffee. The ice cubes are little butterflies. You tell him when for the almond milk. He stirs it together with that glass straw.
“Sorry for pushing you away like that,” you say. “I know myself and I know the show… If I don’t take some time for myself now then I’ll be grumpy.”
“You need to make sure you’re zen?”
“Yeah.”
“I couldn’t help but watch here and there. You’re pretty impressive.”
“Yeah? I hope so,” you sip your coffee. “I practice all the time.”
“Do you go to classes?”
“Mhm. And I do the yoga in the park activities when they’re offered. There’s nothing better than a flow in nature.”
“Should I try it sometime?” Tenya asks.
“You should. Your muscles could probably use a little bit of stretching and balance.”
Tenya lifts and arm up and scratches his shoulder, flexing his bicep in the process. Immediately, your gaze narrows in on the muscle. “You think?”
“Definitely.” You take another sip and then set the glass down, rounding the counter. “Can I touch? They don’t look real.”
Tenya chuckles a bit. “My arms?”
“Yeah. Can I?”
“Of course.”
Tenya holds out his arm expectantly, and you come over and place both your hands around it. He’s broad in your hold, and you tighten your grip so your nails dig into his flesh slightly. Tenya flexes and smiles at the way your eyes widen.
“Oh, wow,” you breathe. You squeeze him a few times, and then run your hand up his arm. Then, you move down his arm to his hand, which dwarfs yours. Your eyebrows raise as you run a finger over his knuckles and the veins there. Flipping his hand over, you trace your finger along the life line of his palm.
Then, you fold his hand back on itself and drop it between the two of you.
“So…” you trail off for a moment, eyes stuck on his chest before snapping up to his eyes. “Have any of the girls caught your eye? You’ve caught their eye.”
Tenya reaches over and grabs your iced coffee for you, handing it back. “My eyes are open,” he says. “What about you?”
“One of them has,” you say, playing with your straw. It clinks against the ice within the glass. “I don’t know, it might be a faux pas.”
“What makes you say that?” Tenya asks, raising his eyebrows in interest.
Shrugging, you take a sip of your drink. “I feel like I’m supposed to break up a couple, not… try and form a new one.”
“[First].” Oh, your name sounds so good coming from his lips. “Who’s caught your eye?”
With a nervous little laugh, you look away. Tenya’s hand comes out, finger under your chin, knowing grin hinting at his lips.
“You should bring me breakfast,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip.
“What do you want? Pancakes… berries?” Tenya leans down a bit, your breath ghosting against each other’s.
“That sounds good,” you say softly. “Just no dairy, I’m lactose intolerant.”
Tenya chuckles. “I’ll be cautious of your digestive system.”
“That’s so kind of you,” you breathe. When you speak, you can feel your lips brush up against his.
“I missed out on kissing you last night,” Tenya murmurs, and then tilts your head back a bit to press your lips against his own. Your hand winds up around his neck, the other one holding your glass a little too tightly, scared if you get too carried away with the kiss that it’ll drop.
And Tenya kisses nice. He doesn’t immediately lick into your mouth, instead coaxing you further open in a way that speaks directly to your core. His hand is large and wide at your lower back, pulling you in closer.
Pulling away shallowly, you flounder about to put the cup on the counter. Tenya takes the moment to crowd you against the counter, one hand on your hip the other cupping your cheek. It feels magnetic, gooseflesh all over your body. It’s so early in the morning that it feels so private. There are no strings attached between the two of you, two people brought in to wreak havoc. No connections with anyone, just a fresh plunge in.
When you pull apart it’s for air. You rest your hands on his chest, breathless.
“Wow,” you breathe.
Tenya hums, leaning back in for a quick little peck.
“Wow,” he parrots back. He pats your hip. “I’ll bring you breakfast.”
desc;; MDNI, post-time skip, bestfriends 2 lovers, multiple orgasms, finger fucking, soft dom suna, afab!reader, not prof read, rin had a crush on you ever since… so he decides to shoot his shot! , p in v , vaginal sex, squirting, bsf!sunarin → bf!sunarin
AN;; trying something new :) expect mistakes or spelling errors wc: 884
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• bestfriend!suna has heard you complain about it for months. every time the topic of sex comes up during your late-night calls or when you’re chilling at his place after his ejp raijin practices, you sigh and say the same thing everytime. “no one’s ever been able to make me squirt. they all tap out or get tired before it even gets close.”
he’s usually half-laying on the couch scrolling through his phone with that signature lazy smirk, but this time he actually looks up, eyes narrowing with interest.
“bet i could,” he says casually, like he’s commenting on the weather.
you laugh in his face. “yeah right, rin. you’re my best friend, not some sex god.”
• bestfriend!suna just raises an eyebrow, setting his phone down. “i’m serious. give me one night. if i can’t make you squirt, i’ll get ya anything you want. but if i do…” his smirk turns sharper, “you admit i’m better than every guy you’ve ever let touch you.”
you thought he was joking.
he wasn’t.
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two nights later you’re in his apartment after one of his games, still buzzing from watching him dominate on court. weell… one teasing conversation turns into a full blwown makeout session on his couch, and before you know it he has you pinned to his bed, long fingers already buried deep inside you.
• bestfriend!suna is annoyingly good. he takes his time, curling those stupidly long fingers against that spongy spot inside you while his thumb circles your clit with lazy precision. his hazel eyes stay locked on your face the entire time.
“told you,” he murmurs, voice low and smug as he speeds up. “you’re already soaking my hand,”
you’re stubborn, still trying to deny it even as your thighs start shaking. but rintaro just leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“let go. i know you can squirt for me, pretty girl.”
• bestfriend!suna doesn’t stop when you cum the first time. he keeps fucking you with his fingers through it, palm pressing firm against your clit, curling harder, faster, wet obscene sounds filling the room as he forces you higher.
“c’mon pretty girl… give it to me.”
your second orgasm hits harder. your back arches clean off the bed and you squirt all over his hand and wrist, soaking his forearm and the sheets beneath you. the sound you make is broken and shocked. suna’s eyes darken with satisfaction.
“there we go,” he breathes, looking way too proud of himself. “fucking knew you could.”
his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your walls flutter around them. he doesn’t rush. instead, he leans down and kisses you deep as he lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked entrance.
• bestfriend!suna fucks you through three more orgasms that night, making you squirt two more times — once while you’re riding him, and once when he has your legs pushed back to your chest, pounding deep and relentless.
every time you soak his cock and stomach, suna lets out this low, warm chuckle, almost like he can’t believe how good you feel. his thumb keeps gently circling your swollen clit, eyes half-lidded as he watches you fall apart with pure adoration.
“look at you…” he murmurs between slow, deep thrusts, sweat slipping down his messy brown hair. “so beautiful like this. i’ve got you, baby. just let go for me.”
when he finally cums, he buries himself to the hilt, groaning softly against your neck as he fills you up, hips twitching with every pulse. his voice is rough but gentle when he whispers,
“all mine… only me from now on, kay?”
you’re a trembling, soaked mess underneath him, sheets completely ruined, thighs sticky with both of you. all you can do is weakly smack his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
“told you i could,” he whispers,
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• bestfriend!suna made good on his bet. after that night he didn’t even give you a chance to pretend it was a one-time thing. the next morning you woke up to him already scrolling through his phone next to you, arm slung over your waist like it belonged there.
“morning, squirt,” he said with that lazy smirk, not even looking up. you threw a pillow at his head.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is literally the worst (and best) thing that’s ever happened to you. he went from your stupid best friend who sent you dumb texts at 3am to the guy who now texts you “thinking about how pretty you look when you’re crying on my dick” while you’re in a work meeting.
• annoying boyfriend!suna is obsessed with making you squirt now that he knows he can. he turns it into a game. movie night? his hand is in your panties the whole time. lazy sudnay morning? he eats you out until the sheets are ruined and you’re pushing his head away because you can’t take anymore.
“rin— rinnie i can’t—”
“you can. don’t be dramatic. give me one more.”
• annoying boyfriend!suna is ridiculously clingy in the most infuriating way. he’ll lay on top of you after sex, still buried inside you, refusing to pull out while he scrolls through his phone and occasionally thrusts lazily just to hear you whine.
BONTEN!HAITANI RAN... who nuzzles into your neck and leaves small bite marks along with your collarbone—it arouses you to oblivion then he just decides to leave you on a cliffhanger.
BONTEN!HAITANI RAN... who likes to pet, tease, your clothed pussy, whether you two are laying on the couch and he's behind you—playing with it. it's a bad habit of his and he knows.
BONTEN!HAITANI RAN... who appears from behind you while you're cooking and decides to play and tweak with your apron-clothed nipples—after he leaves, now you're in a hurry to finish cooking and finish what happened before
BONTEN!HAITANI RAN... who accidentally grinds on your ass from behind while he left trying his best to hide his smirk—leaving you and your needy little pussy in shambles.
BONTEN!HAITANI RAN... who ended up sloppily thrusting his thick and long cock in 'n out of your tight pussy—making you roll your eyes but he catches your chin and makes you look at him while he cums hard on your hole.
🏁 ꒰ ✩ suggestive ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero eijirou kirishima & fem!reader. mean bf kiri and sweet gf reader. protectiveness, possessiveness, sleazy kirishima, subtle dollification, established relationship. -> eijirou teaches you that there are consequences to giving him the silent treatment.
maybe this is a bit insane of me but i think sleaze kiri likes to flirt when your friends when you ignore him. or what’s left of them.
he knows that he’s attractive and any person on the planet would kill to be in your position just because of that. eijirou knows that you’re the only one who can handle what he has to offer and his tendencies that teeter on the edge of dangerous as a boyfriend. no matter what he puts you through, you don’t have the guts or courage to leave and he’s not even sure you want to. you like being toyed with. you love eijirou.
when he’s really got you upset and you resort to the silent treatment — lips sealed and the key swallowed — turning your head away from him whenever he swoops in for a kiss, pretending he’s not next to you when you brush your teeth together at night, rolling away from him in bed… eijirou doesn’t take to it kindly.
suddenly he’s telling you how much he loved your friend from college’s dress. how good she smells, that he might ask her for the name of her perfume. he suddenly bumps into her at the most random places ( “we talked about you!” “what did she say?” “ahh, you know.” — you don’t know and it kills you. )
“eijirou,” you say, finding safety in the doorway to his office. you’d walked blocks from your place of work to his agency — the little two piece suit you wear crumbles with exertion, your hairline a little sweaty, skin flushed. “i don’t like it when you flirt with my friends.”
he doesn’t look up from the sidekick applications he’s blind sifting, shark’s teeth biting back an amused smile despite the blood in the water. “you’ve walked all this way just to tell me that? couldn’t even bring me some sugar?” a joke that lands flatly in the terse atmosphere. sinking like a stone in water. “c’mere, don’t be upset.”
your heels wobble as they meet carpet, your lips land delicate on his rugged cheeks once you’re nearby. they’re wet.
still upset, still holding a grudge that only he can budge… but you’re willing, soft around the edges and easier for kirishima to gently manipulate. like when water is added to clay, he sculpts you into his perfect girl. you’re always so easy to bend back into correct shape and form.
eijirou glances up then, gaze muggy and sinister if you look amongst ruby red close enough. inspecting the sinking lines in your face that curve into a frown. “she came onto me, baby. you know i would never—” it’s not your words that cause his words to die on his tongue, lost behind excuses that pale in the light to form a white lie. it’s the way you stand over the red head’s desk regarding him with a teary look of betrayal, as though your heart has been torn out from its place and trodden on — the seams in your chest loose and untied.
funny to think, you have no idea how much he loves it when you cry.
“she told me you said you’d leave me for her,” you start to blubber, blinking away unshed tears. “she said i wasn’t worth your time.”
he wouldn’t disclose to you the things he’s said to your friends to make them look bad. more white lies and half truths. kirishima would never look in the direction of your friends, but for the sake of tightening his leash on you, he may have pandered to their resentment and their jealousy, their secreted hatred to you for scoring the pro.
besides, it’s the first time in weeks you’ve looked to the hero for comfort. searched for his affection. eijirou easily drags you onto his lap, calloused palm smoothing over your stockings and under the hem of your skirt to squeeze your thigh reassuringly. “how could i ever want anyone else? you’d believe her word over mine?” he pretends to fret over your blouse that sits too low, adjusting the collar with a mocking pout whilst his fingertips ghost over your unmarked collarbones. he’ll need to fix that later. “i love you, only you, and i’ve missed you so much baby.”
“love you too,” something in you relaxes, eyes blank as though you’ve been factory reset — it pleases him to no end. “i-i dont want her near you anymore, eiji. if that’s okay. i want you to myself.”
he preens at your magic words, because at the end of the day. you want this, the hellish paradise he has crafted all for you.
“consider it done, as long as you stay by my side, right?” kirishima’s grin soothes you eerily and you’re back to square one. under his spell. “phone please.”
you chew on the inside of your cheek, knowing what’s coming. another friend cut off, another few decades down the drain. “okay.” handing it over and watching as he deletes her number from your phone.
“there we go, it’s just you and me now.”
smiling you tuck your face into his chest. comforted and back to where you belong.
just you and him.
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urrrgh Yujis short flings make me jealous... A shame cause I wanted to be all his (╯︵╰,)
mmm personally i think that yuuji is a big vibes person, if he’s got good chemistry with someone romantically or sexually he’s going to shoot his shot with them — so id use the term flings loosely.
he doesn’t sleep around but will have a one night stand with someone if they vibe with him well — hookups are only out of the question to yuuji if he starts seeing someone regularly. he’s a one person at a time kind of guy to me!!! he commits no matter the level of seriousness to the relationship !!
I also think he’s had stretches of time where he’s been in mid to long term relationships ( one or two years ) and then a string of short term ( four to seven months ) not because he’s a bad person or experienced emotion cheating and whatever but because he knows when his time with someone is up !!! most of his relationships end mutually and with healthy communication!!
once he finds his forever person though he’s literally locked in for life and i think he’d know his soulmate was his before they knew he was theirs if that makes sense
yes yes i think bakugou is an indie twitch streamer … who goes by dynamight… and plays a lot of horror or story-based games. poppy playtime, the last of us, the walking dead games, life is strange. yess yess, he gets rage baited so easily there are so many clips of him making the wrong decision and when a character dies he just gets up from his setup n takes a lap round the room cursing lmaooo
he’s very interactive w chat but not in the parasocial way he’ll chat with them and tell them not to ask him dumb shit, easily rage baited by them too it’s so funny. “fuck off. i’m not fuckin’ 52 i’m 25.” or “stop callin’ me unc i’ll fuck your shit up so bad.” and also “okay, so. now you’re banned. how’s that.” he’s sooo funny. bakugou bans people soooo easily you’ll see them begging him on twt to be unbanned. thirty min complications of him on YouTube getting baited by his viewers.
collabs with his friends only and he’s super cute and giggly in them i think he has a really sweet giggle that his viewers loveeee so much and he shyly tells them to shut up. mario kart tournaments with kirishima and kaminari and sero which he always loses LOL
he’s always streaming in cosy clothes and hoodies so i think his community doesn’t believe he’s jacked and they make fun of him for it. bakugou one day starts streaming in his tight black tees and someone comments “holy sleeper build.” and he gets sooooo cocky about it — flexes and stuff, puffs his chest over the screen.
“didn’t wanna show off ‘cause i knew you’d all be fuckin’ thirstin’ over everything.” he’s kinda bashful and smirks slow and sexy red eyes sweeping over his twitch chat. someone donates and sends one of those vocal messages ‘show us them tiddies bitch.’ And it actually makes him laugh, like proper laugh. one of his most viral clips from his streams. handcam streams often after that lmaoo
also he hates when people backseat him during games, i think katsuki really likes decision based gaming to liked to analyse the options, big fan of immersive game play and world building/character relationships. so when people skip ahead during times when he’s trying to figure out a puzzle or something he’ll genuinely pause the game to tell people off. “shits fuckin annoying. tuned in to watch me play the game now you’re playin it for me. okay.”
the onlyyyyy time he’s ever allowed back seating is when you, a smaller streamer, join his chat and he’s playing through something — looking for a code to figure out a puzzle and you sweetly comment: “it’s in the top left!!!”
katsuki only notices because he once did a raid on your stream ages ago and thought you were adorable, playing your cosy games and showing off your tomodachi life island and ever since he’s been watching you in secret on his alt account. recognises your twitch handle by heart now.
“thanks, gorgeous.” he grins after reading your comment or listening to it if you’ve donated for him to see it. then he moves on and his chat goes CRAZY cause usually he’s strict as FUCK. people clip it sooo fast, ‘dynamight flirting with smaller streamer????’ it goes viral instantly and you get sooo much attention to your streams it makes you anxious.
you get a dm on twt from dynamight’s streamer account a few days later. “down to collab some time?” and nearly lose your mind <3
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