pairing: emperor!sukuna x previous emperor's concubine!reader
synopsis: when his father passes away, sukuna ascends the throne, ready to rule as he was always supposed to. but there's one problem: a sneaky fox who runs through his palace as if it were a hen house who needed to be dealt with. he punishes you by demanding you sleep in his chambers at night so you don't gallivant. what could possibly go wrong?
contains: mdni, oneshot, childhood enemies to whatever this is, trueform!sukuna, bisexual reader, wlw content, sukuna (reads notes) sucking himself off with his stomach mouth, mutual masturbation, degradation, wet dreams (sleep-humping?) his stomach mouth is kind of sentient, reader rides his forearm, thigh fucking, mischievous antics, smoking, mentions of cannibalism, 8k words
note: inspired by this and this. art by kassuyak on x! answering this reader's question!
In the luxuriously furnished courts of the imperial palace, where lacquered corridors gleamed like still water and silk whispered across polished floors, the late emperor, Wasuke, kept many consorts—but one among them was less consort than curiosity.
You had been brought to the palace as a child, too young to understand the weight of brocade sleeves or the meaning behind the bowed heads of servants. The emperor never visited your chambers, not once; by the time you were old enough to be noticed, he was already old enough to forget. And so you grew within the palace like a fox raised among cranes—fed well, clothed in pale silks, and utterly unsupervised.
Without the burden of imperial expectation, you became something the court had never quite seen before. A concubine who behaved like a spoiled young lord. The Crown Prince, Sukuna, despised you from the start. He was diligent, measured, and painfully aware of reputation, while you laughed too loudly and treated palace rules like loose threads of a tapestry begging to be tugged.
Make no mistake, you did try to entertain yourself with the usual courtly lady pastimes but it was rather pathetic, how poor you were at them. There were zithers to pluck (you snapped strings), embroidery to master (your peonies looked diseased and you bled on silk), poetry circles (you rhymed “moon” with. . .“moon” and called it avant-garde). The elder consorts played go and traded rumors like jewels. You preferred climbing the fig trees along the western wall and listening to the guards gossip about border skirmishes.
Then when you grew older and your interests changed, you found people to be far more interesting than you used to.
Desire came quickly and unwelcomed. You preserved your chastity like a prized heirloom, yet you were not saintly. How else were you meant to maintain your chastity? How else was a young, impressionable lady supposed to resist the eunuchs with the endearing smiles? The soldiers who steadied you with a hand on the small of your back when you nearly tripped up in your skirts? This was the only way and your ladies were most honored to be of service to stave off your lust with their hands, mouths and cunts.
You had your ladies-in-waiting entertain you—hands in your hair, lips at your throat, mouths under your robes, silhouettes pressed close beneath gauze curtains. You pretended at lovers in the dark, soft and sighing as bodies that were said to be mismatched glided like honey against one another in the most delicious ways, because you refused to be ignorant when your body demanded answers.
If you were to be caged, you would at least know the shape of the bars.
Whenever you gathered the lowest-ranked consorts and ladies-in-waiting for illicit tea parties—smoke curling from the bitter root reserved strictly for men, cups clinking while you draped yourself among them like a mischievous prince—Sukuna appeared as if summoned by scandal itself. You swore he was like a hound sniffing out a scent when it came to you.
Once he slid open the door only to find you lounging amid flushed faces, spools of unpinned hair, and loosened robes, head popping up from between a pair of milk soft legs and laughing as you kissed the startled lady’s cheek and pulled another close in playful affection that lingered a little too long, tongue swiping across her to let her taste the other.
“Shameless,” he spat, lip curled as he took in the scene with those accusing, crimson eyes, painted by the lanterns.
You extended the pipe toward him as smoke curled from your mouth, the tug at them lazy with content. “Would you like to join?”
His jaw tightened. “I would sooner drink poison.”
“Suit yourself.”
Bristling, his eyes narrowed and the women covered themselves, ready to be scolded and sent to their chambers while you were unfazed, watching him with intent amusement.
“Bedding His Majesty's ladies is strictly forbidden. You ought to be beheaded for this,” he reminded you as the ladies gasped.
Lifting a shoulder, you gave half a shrug in response. “I'm merely getting them wet for His Majesty's convenience. It is the least I can do since I'm quite useless to him.”
Jaw tight, the coral haired man's brows lowered. He glowered at you for long enough that the room grew hotter and your companions began to sweat while you held his stare like you were a block of ice, unmoved. You even slipped your slick fingers into a gaping lady's mouth which she sucked on instinctively, earning a lascivious grin from you. Then he whirled around, robes swishing and slammed the doors shut, retreating.
Your palace became a sanctuary of forbidden things. Laughter thick in the air. Music winding through lantern smoke. Your ladies-in-waiting and other concubines sprawled around you like adoring courtiers while you played the flute poorly but enthusiastically.
The crowned prince's scandalized report traveled swiftly to the emperor. His father, the emperor, merely chuckled, waved a wrinkled hand, and told his son the palace could use laughter and the bored women would prove dangerous if they set their sights on other men so this was no problem.
After all, was it not the men who decided a woman would only stop being a virgin if she was split open on a man's cock? Then it could be deduced that you were still a precious white lily despite your salacious rendezvous.
Sukuna grit his teeth so hard that they might shatter. His father had always been fond of you. Dismissed his disdain for you as childhood disputes.
Your rebellions grew more inventive with the years. You once entered an archery tournament disguised in a man’s robes, your aim steady and fearless. When Sukuna marched into the changing rooms to congratulate the mysterious victor, he instead found you calmly unwinding your bindings, dark hair spilling free as if the entire charade were the most natural thing in the world.
Another evening you appeared at the guards’ barracks soaked through from the pelting rain, white robes clinging scandalously to your bare body beneath as you claimed to have “lost your way in the downpour.” The soldiers, red-faced but disciplined, escorted you respectfully back to your wing—much to the prince’s annoyance when he heard the tale.
You delighted equally in tormenting the eunuchs, sending them fragrant letters sealed with kiss marks, praising their loyalty and teasing that the absence of certain anatomy hardly diminished their talents—their deft fingers that wrote scripts and pretty mouths that recited poetry would work just as well. The prince once intercepted such a letter and waited in the storage room where you had summoned the unfortunate recipient; when you arrived you merely tilted your head, unconcerned, and asked if he planned to scold you or join the conversation.
“You mistake castrated men for safe toys?” he asked coolly.
“I'm simply ensuring that no one is neglected,” I replied, snatching the letter he'd dangled above you like it was some grand revelation. “They work so hard. Rewards are deserved. Do tell daddy dearest.”
His outrage only deepened when he discovered you had begun teaching the neglected consorts ways to entice the emperor—producing illustrated, detailed manuals from who-knew-where and demonstrating positions with a scholar’s enthusiasm. Yet when the prince reported it, the emperor laughed outright and declared you were merely helping.
“She instructs the women on marital duties?” he repeated. “Good! Increase my lineage in spirit if not in flesh.”
When the emperor died and the prince finally ascended the throne, he imagined peace would follow. Instead the troublesome concubine matured into something even more dangerous—a clever woman who knew everyone’s secrets. You wandered through the women’s quarters like a gossiping breeze, whispering which colors caught the emperor’s eye or which features he seemed to favor, guiding nervous newcomers with a conspiratorial smile. Naturally, this incited disputes that you watched from afar, giggling behind your fan.
Suitors from noble houses occasionally requested permission to marry you and remove the disturbance from court, but the emperor refused each petition with curt finality. Officially it was punishment for your endless mischief—especially the rumors that you still stole moments with his own concubines, leaving them giggling and flustered long after you departed. Guards blushed when you leaned over the railings to chat. Ladies of the court lingered too long at your doors. Once, scandalously, you were found sharing wine and laughter in his most favored concubine’s chambers well past midnight.
Unofficially, though he would never admit it even to himself, he had grown used to the chaos you carried like perfume. The palace without you would be orderly, respectable, and unbearably quiet. And so the concubine who had never once shared the late emperor’s bed continued to rule your small empire of scandal beneath the new emperor’s watchful eye, smiling every time he pretended he wished you gone.
Sukuna who used to leave the palace for campaigns, the imperial army and councils returned a man in his mid-twenties, carved sharper by responsibility as he ascended the throne. You were no longer the child concubine forgotten in a side wing. You were a woman in your prime, reputation trailing behind you like cherry blossom petals.
Alas, with him around once more misfortune became the mistress of your life.
Bad luck and jinxes slink into the shadows behind you as you walk like the self-proclaimed cat of the palace, Yaku, content, smug and entitled as he prances around the extravagant courtyards and lush gardens of the inner palace as if he were the emperor himself. Tail curling, high and lazy, he preens beneath the attention he receives, the pristine obsidian coat of his appraised rather than feared by skeptics.
Hatred between you and the new emperor had not faded. It had matured.
To complicate matters (for him, not you), you found yourself intrigued by his advisor, Uraume—clever, composed, devastatingly polite. You intended to slip into Uraume’s chambers one night, heart racing for once with something softer than rebellion.
Unfortunately, palace corridors are treacherous at night. Therefore, you took a wrong turn while ducking from the patrolling guards.
The doors you slid open did not reveal the advisor’s austere room. They revealed the new emperor’s.
He looked up from a scroll, disbelief sharpening into something darker.
“Have you finally come to feed?” he asked dryly.
“You would press your lips to your mirror to try and devour your reflection if you could,” you drawled, calling him conceited for thinking you intended to see him, but you were mortified. “I was not looking for you.”
“Of course not.”
Sukuna dropped the scroll onto a table scattered with maps and rose, the lanterns in his room flickering from the gesture.
“You still wander where you shouldn’t.”
“You still assume the world belongs to you.”
Silence thickened.
“You haven’t changed,” he said.
“Neither have you.”
“You’re still reckless.”
“You’re still nosey.”
He stepped closer, the scent of burnt paper and smoky, cherry wine washing over you, pink hair licked by the yellow light, melting into a warm orange at the edges.
“For years you've had your way within these walls,” he began, glaring at you down the line of his strong nose. “Doing what you please, flirting with everyone, putting your mouth on women who do not belong to you, fucking them, teaching them unseemly thing—”
“That is quite the mouthful of words for someone trying to say he is jealous he's never been my conquest—”
His eyes narrow into slits, kind of like the cat that resides in the courtyard. “And now, you pursue my chief advisor?”
Your lips purse. “Uraume is quite the handsome, skilled person. I simply think that their calm, precise and thoughtful exterior would be a marvel to unravel and watch those eyes like still water well with tears of satisfaction—”
“Silence!” He barked, looking over you, expression severe while you tucked your lips into your mouth to bite back your amusement. “You may have had your fun all these years under my father's rule, ridden his guards and put them away wet but he is no more and I am in charge now.”
You're about to argue when the grin on his face grows toothy, sharp canines catching the firelight as he flashes his teeth at you like a tiger baring its fangs, poised to attack.
“From tomorrow night, you will sleep here in my chamber where I can keep an eye on you, sly fox,” he declares and your lips part, “lest I wake up to find you’ve bedded half my court.”
“I beg your pardon?”
With a flick of his inked wrist, he dismisses you, walking back to his table with a smug saunter. “You are pardoned. I advise you to enjoy your last night of freedom. Do use it wisely.”
Time does fly when one is having fun as the sun greets you, beaming brightly the next morning only to set, dipping like a biscuit in tea, that evening far sooner than you'd like.
By this morning, the entire palace knew the decree: the troublesome concubine would henceforth sleep in the emperor’s chambers. His explanation was simple—he intended to keep an eye on the pest who treated the palace like a playground, like you were a fox in a hen house.
Now, you sat cross-legged on a cushion that evening while servants withdrew, staring mournfully at the moon through the open screens.
“This is cruelty,” you declared to the quiet room. “You understand this, don’t you? My entire social standing has been ruined.”
Sukuna was reviewing petitions at his desk, though the brush in his hand paused as you continued your lament with theatrical despair.
“Every night I visit the ladies’ wing. We drink tea, we gossip, sometimes we… explore the mysteries of affection.”
You sighed dramatically, flopping onto the bedding as if stricken. “Now I must stay here like a trapped bird. And for what? I will die untouched by a man. According to court standards I am still a virgin, Your Majesty. A tragic relic. You’ve doomed me.”
The emperor’s brush resumed moving across the paper. “If you are so distressed,” he said dryly, “perhaps you should have thought twice before sneaking through restricted corridors at midnight.”
You lifted your head, hair cascading down your shoulder like water. “I was not sneaking into your rooms.”
“No,” he replied, glancing up at last, “which is precisely the problem.”
Your expression shifted between indignation and boredom. You rolled onto your side and propped your chin in your hand, watching him.
The lamplight threw long shadows across his inked face, emphasizing the asymmetry that had once frightened courtiers and envoys alike. Time had sharpened those features rather than softening them, and he had learned to wield that intimidating presence like a blade. Enemies trembled under that gaze. Ministers lowered their voices. Yet you had never reacted the same way.
“You know,” you said suddenly, “when we first met you were even more unpleasant.”
The emperor leaned back slightly, remembering despite himself. You had been eight years old then, newly delivered to the palace with a procession of servants and silks far too large for your tiny frame. He had been ten—already the Crown Prince, already accustomed to whispers about his strange appearance and the cold way adults studied his peculiarities. When he first saw the new girl in the courtyard he had sneered, repeating something he’d heard an older noble say.
“You,” he said, as if the word tasted foul. “You warm my father’s bed.” He was as disgusted by his father as he was by you if not more. You were just a child, no one would be able to differentiate you from a boy at this stage if not for your clothes.
You were in the lotus courtyard, barefoot, sleeves rolled, trying to spear carp with a hairpin.
“I would sooner warm a serpent's nest.” Turning your head, you blinked at him, eyes clear and bright with defiance. “And you warm his temper. How diligent.”
His gaze sharpened. “Parasite.”
“At least I don’t tattle like a court scribe with a broken spine,” I shot back. “Go report me for breathing too loudly.”
He stared.
Then he laughed — but it wasn’t kind. It was the sort of laugh that meant he would remember this forever.
From that day, you hated each other with the bright, feverish intensity only children can manage.
Most children shrank from him. You had marched straight up to him when he riled you up too far, fists on your hips.
“There’s nothing wrong with how you look,” you had told him bluntly, something the court would walk on eggshells around. “Your personality is what I find hideous. You throw your weight around because you’re in a position of power.”
The surrounding attendants had gasped. He had stood there, stunned that anyone—least of all a tiny concubine child—would speak to him that way.
“You’re bold for something kept,” he said once he gained his resolve. “Like a jeweled parasite.”
“And you’re loud for something heir-shaped,” you shot back. “Try earning your crown instead of announcing it.”
Behind you, the Emperor who was watching from the balcony above only laughed.
“They quarrel like betrothed,” he mused to a minister.
You both recoiled at the suggestion. It was not a crush. It was a war.
Now, years later, you stretched lazily across the emperor’s bedding with the same fearless irreverence.
“You’ve improved slightly,” you added as your eyes roved over him, no longer lanky with knobby knees and too tall for his baby face but now filling out his frame with bulky muscle and sculpted features. “Your personality is still questionable.”
The emperor set down his brush and regarded the woman who had plagued him since childhood. It hurt to look at you sometimes because you were infuriatingly beautiful. If only you were as ugly as he found your personality.
He had ordered you into his chambers to keep watch over your mischief, yet the truth was less tidy. Chaos followed you like your shampoo, and somehow the palace—and perhaps even Sukuna himself—had grown accustomed to its scent.
“Sleep,” he said at last, nodding towards the futon for you to lay down. “Tomorrow you may resume irritating the court. But tonight, you remain where I can see you.” You sighed again, dramatic to the end, though the corner of your mouth twitched with unmistakable amusement.
Unfortunately, “under his thumb” had become quite literal. You sprawled across him each night like a satisfied cat, one arm flung across his chest, your cheek resting against the steady rise of his breathing as if you weren't pinned between his four massive arms like a captured bird. At first you wriggled constantly, shifting for comfort until his patience snapped.
“Stop moving,” he would mutter sharply in the dark.
“You were the one complaining about ruined sleep,” you would mumble back, already half-dreaming.
This was an arrangement meant to demean you, yet as the weeks bled together, the King of Curses found his legendary composure fraying.
You were small, a fraction of his weight, but your warmth was a constant, irritating brand against his chest. Even worse was your restlessness. You shifted, your knees digging into his thighs as you sought a soft spot amidst his iron-hard physique.
"Be still, nuisance," Sukuna growled, his voice a low vibration that rattled your bones. "One more movement and I’ll throw you from the balcony."
You would freeze for a moment, roll your eyes, mumbling a soft apology into the crook of his neck before drifting back into a deep, stubborn slumber.
But lately, your sleep has changed. It was no longer the quiet stillness of exhaustion; it was something far more provocative.
Sometimes you sighed softly and pressed closer, humming faintly as if chasing some pleasant thought through sleep. Your brows would pinch together in concentration, and then—without waking—you would shift your hips in a slow, absent motion that sent a jolt of unwanted awareness through him. The pink-haired man would lie rigid, jaw clenched, trying very hard to think about tax records, border disputes, anything but the warm, restless woman draped over him.
“Now what are you dreaming about to utter such sounds and smell this sweet?” he mused to himself, carmine eyes tracking your movement. Then, angering himself, he imagined that you were dreaming of sleeping with his women and grumbled.
Cupping the back of your head, he shifted it just so when he felt some wetness on his chest. A huff of exasperated amusement left him as he found a little puddle of drool on his skin. “Slobbering wretch.”
His fingers caressed the side of your neck incidentally and you craned it, leaning into his touch as if he welcomed you. Sneering, he was about to rudely drop your head but then your hips canted again, more intentional like you wanted to get closer.
You began to hum, a soft, melodic sound that signaled the onset of a dream. Your brow pinched, delicate hands clutching at the silk of his robes as you began to rub against him. At first, it was a slow, languid slide of your hips, but it quickly grew more insistent. You sighed into his skin, your breath hot and smelling of sweet tea, as you pressed yourself flush against his growing heat.
Sukuna’s lower eyes snapped open wider in the dark. He felt the familiar, treacherous surge of blood to his loins. He was the emperor, a god among men, yet he was being reduced to a state of agonizing tension by a dreaming woman he wouldn't dare bedding.
Then, you moved with purpose. You hiked your silks up, straddling his thigh and beginning to grind your clit against him for desperate friction, treating his massive frame like nothing more than a plush pillow. A quiet, broken moan escaped your lips—a sound of pure, unadulterated want that was muffled from your cheek squished to his rapidly rising and falling chest.
Cocks throbbing, Sukuna, for the first time in ages, felt a surge of panic. Patting the top of your head, your skull engulfed by his big hand, he tried to wake you gently, something that pissed him off because why was he being considerate?
Scrunching up your face, your lips thinned at the disturbance before you turned your head, rolling your hips once more as you turned away.
“It's too early for this, Aya” you mumbled groggily and his masked eyes twitched at the mention of one of his frequently visited concubines.
That mean that you weren't just rolling in the sheets with his consorts—you were spending the night in their beds and taking them again in the morning!
Soft pants and quiet moans fell from you, a little louder now that you were somewhat conscious.
Sighing in exasperation, he gripped your hair lightly, noting how it would wrap around his fist a few times if he tried, and lifted your head. Wispy lashes fluttering, your dazed, glassy gaze met his for a heartstopping moment before your eyes rolled back and slid shut again.
“Enough!” Sukuna roared, face aflame now, his four hands seizing your waist and hoisting you into the air.
You startled awake, your eyes bleary and wide with confusion like a newborn kitten. You dangled above him, your hair a wild curtain, your face flushed with a deep, guilty warmth.
“You are an insatiable harlot,” he hissed, his primary eyes burning with a mixture of rage and stifled desire. “To satisfy your filth against your Emperor while he sleeps? Have you no shame?”
“I... My Lord…” you stammered, and he would have reveled in your rare loss for words if not for the situation, still half-lost in the haze of the dream. Your voice was thick with sleep, your body still trembling from the phantom pleasure of your subconscious. “I am sorry. I didn't mean... the dream felt so real…”
The abomination of a man grunted, a sound of pure frustration, and slammed you back down onto the futon beside him—not on top, but a safe distance away. He turned his back to you, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty. You're not the only one who's experiencing a dry spell.”
He knew it was his own fault. That night of forced observation, of making you watch his own depravity, had planted a seed of hunger in you that was now blooming into a midnight obsession. He had intended to punish you, but as he lay there in the dark, aching and furious, he realized he had only succeeded in creating a tormentor who could bypass his defenses without even opening your eyes.
Beside him, you sulked, missing the mountain of muscle and heat that you had grown accustomed to sleeping on. The dream was vivid and you were rather disappointed when you woke up and realized it was just a memory of the punishment he had given you for batting your lashes at Uraume, touching their arm and having tea with them. What had irked the emperor more was that his advisor who was aloof and uninterested in forming alliances much less making acquaintances had smiled at you and even graced you with a laugh.
You recall the events that had followed that afternoon tea like it happened yesterday. It was engraved in your memory like the flowers carved into your favorite tea bowl.
The scent of sandalwood and old blood permeated the emperor's private chambers, a heavy, stifling luxury. Ryomen Sukuna sat perched upon the edge of his sprawling futon, his headdress discarded, four eyes tracking the woman kneeling before him.
You were a relic of his father’s neglect—a concubine meant for a ghost, now a thorn in the new Emperor’s side. Your crimes were many—you haunted the corridors like a fox-spirit, tasting the lips of his consorts, whispering filth to the eunuchs, and reducing disciplined guards to stammering fools with a flash of your ankle.
But Sukuna was not his father. He was not lenient and has sliced powerful men in half for simply looking at him wrong. He did not ignore, he conquered.
He didn't call for the executioner. Instead, he signaled for you to retire earlier with him tonight and stay, his upper hands loosely gripping the edges of his dark, heavy robes.
“You treat my household as your own personal harem,” Sukuna rumbled, voice rattling the paper shoji screens. His lower hands rested on his knees, while his upper pair slowly untied the heavy silk of his sash. "If you are so starved for entertainment, you shall find it here. But you will not move. You will not speak. You will only observe."
The silks fell away, revealing the marble-like perfection of his form. You didn't look away. Instead, your breath hitched, a soft, sharp sound in the quiet room. You had spent your life in the company of women, finding solace in soft curves and delicate touches.
You had never seen a man outside of books—not truly—and certainly not a tyrant like the man before you.
While women were blessed with pretty little flowers tucked between their legs for one lucky lover to spread and indulge in their sweet nectar, men had jutting shoots that threatened to spear one's insides.
However, you never expected one—two—to look like this.
Angry red tips with slits beading pearls of precum, the skin of his shaft resembling the gradient of a peach as it started off red then pink then lightened into the hue of his tawny complexion towards the base. It was thick from root to tip, green veins branching out along the length of him and ridges that you could already feel.
“It’s time you learned the price of such appetite.” Sukuna’s smirk widened, his stomach-mouth splitting open to reveal a long, prehensile tongue.
He didn't use his hands. As you watched, paralyzed by a mixture of terror and an unwelcome, blooming heat, the tongue from his second maw lashed out. It began to slide over his dual cocks, slicking the dark, heavy weight of him with expert precision like it had done many times before.
The sight was hypnotic. The way the slick, pink muscle coiled, the friction of it against his skin, and the low, guttural groan that escaped both his mouths. He was immense, a double-pronged testament to his own excess.
"Fascinating, isn't it?" Sukuna taunted, his four eyes gleaming.
“Gods, I cannot take both,” you blurted dumbly.
A cruel chuckle fell from him, ink near his eyes crinkling. You sounded like a minister who was presented with a hearty feast. “I could tell.”
Expression flat, you lifted your hooded eyes to his. “It's not a matter of me not being capable but rather it would be a nuisance later if my handmaiden could not finger me properly after.”
His amusement died a quick death. “Insolent wench, you will not be granted the privilege either way.”
Then that long, wicked, dribbling tongue curled around both his cocks in a way yours, you enviously thought, would never be able to. Constricting them, the tight, wet ring of muscle worked up and down, drawing gravely, drawn-out moans from the man. It was torturous watching the pearlescent liquid drip down and be slurped up and tasted by a mouth that wasn't yours.
You reached out, your palm itching to feel the heat you could see radiating from him, but his lower hand caught your wrist in a crushing grip, pinning it to the floor.
"Look, but do not touch," he commanded, letting go of your wrist that now burned with a feverish heat. "You have played with dolls for too long. Now, you witness a man."
Much to his dismay, stubbornness was in the very marrow of your bones.
You felt a desperate, localized throb behind your navel. Your hand, acting of its own volition, slipped beneath the layers of your robes. You wanted to feel the heat you saw, you wanted to know if anything could truly be that firm, that demanding.
Your fingers sought your own wetness, spreading yourself wide as you tried to mimic the rhythm of his stomach-tongue. You used two fingers, then three, stretching yourself in a poor imitation of the girth he presented, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
The front of your robe gaped, teasing him with the full, heavy curve of your breasts. One was just short of flashing him and he prayed to the gods that long forgot him that it would. Your other hand pushed beneath it, cupping the plush mound, your fingers pressing against the fabric so he could tell when you pinched at your nipple. That is if your gasp didn't give that away already.
As you groped your bosom, your moans grew louder with each harder squeeze at your breast like you were trying to imitate how you imagined he would do it. At the same time, the pads of your fingers circled your aching clit. Licking your lips as if parched, you peer up at him, gaze clouded with desirous heat.
Fuck, you must be so snug and warm in there. Sukuna thought he'd go to war to get a feel of you.
Bending your knees, you part your legs further as you grind your palm against your cunt. Airy gasps and high-pitched sighs poured from your plump lips. “Ryo, I can't take it anymore.”
His pulsing cocks kicked in the grasp of his stomach tongue, half-lidded eyes nearly bulging when you moaned his given name, or half of it, in that whiny voice. He was ready to abandon this torture and crawl over to sink into you but his sense—whatever was left of it, at least—stopped him.
Instead, he squeezed his cocks tighter, a groan punched out of his shuddering chest, as he worked himself to his release faster, wanting to get this over and done with. His stomach flipped when he watched the pump of your fingers pick up in tandem.
"Let me lick it," you whispered, your hips hitching unconsciously toward him, tousled hair framing your salacious, needy face. You wanted to taste the salt of him that he could on his tongue, to feel that monstrous weight replace your trembling fingers as they struggled to wrap around his cock instead.
"No," Sukuna gritted out, the word a physical blow. He leaned back, his lower tongue working faster now, the wet sounds filling the space between you. "You may watch. You may even ruin yourself for me. But you will not touch what you are not worthy to hold."
You let out a frustrated sob, your fingers working frantically against your own slick skin, a squelch sounding out, your gaze locked on the sight of him—beautiful, cruel, and utterly out of reach.
The corners of his vision darkened as a zap of electricity sparked down his back and struck his groin. Shutting his eyes, he threw his head back with an unbidden groan, inked body rippling as he spilled on his wide, flat giant tongue that licked him clean into overstimulation.
“Oh, fuck,” he had made the lust-drunken mistake of calling out your name while he came.
He doubted you heard it over your own moan that you hiccupped out, a shudder running through you as the air thickened with the sweet, tangy scent of your orgasm.
When he recovered, he stormed out of the bedchamber and went to wash off whatever the fuck that was in the springs, far away from you.
Keep friends close and your enemies closer, the adage went. But tonight, the King of Curses’ enemies felt entirely too soft, too warm.
The moonlight filtered through the shoji screens, casting long, distorted shadows of his massive frame. Sukuna lay on the futon, his sheer size dwarfing the woman tucked against his chest.
He was spooning you—an act of containment, he told himself. But the reality was more visceral. Your back was pressed against his abdomen, his lower set of arms was tucked away, while his upper left arm draped over your waist.
The proximity was a curse. He could feel the heat radiating from your skin, the scent of jasmine and something sharper, more intoxicating, clinging to your hair. His pulse hammered in his throat. His arousal was a heavy, bothersome weight in his gut, an itch he refused to scratch for the sake of his pride.
In hindsight, that was certainly the reason why he stroked himself in front of you that day—he'd been denying himself from visiting his consorts so he could keep you under surveillance.
Eventually, the steady rhythm of your breathing lulled his irritation into a restless sleep, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
The shift happened in the dead of night.
Sukuna woke not to a sound, but to a sensation. He felt a dipping, desperate weight against his lower right forearm. In his sleep, that arm had instinctively sought warmth, sliding down past your hip and nestling firmly between your thighs.
He stayed still for a heartbeat, his crimson eyes narrowing in the dark. You were moving. Your hips were rolling in a slow, agonizing grind against his large, calloused palm and the thick muscle of his forearm. A soft, broken whimper escaped you, muffled by the silk pillow.
The sheer audacity of it—using the King of Curses as a common bed-toy—sent a jolt of heat straight to his gut.
If that wasn't bad enough, there was a new meaning to being one's own worst enemy as he could taste your tarty, saturated arousal on his mouth which was strange because he—
With a wet, sloppy squelch that made him freeze, he glanced down to watch his stomach mouth withdrawing its glistening tongue from between your thighs, the maw sporting an unapologetic smile as it sealed shut.
How dare that fucking thing?
"Release my hand at once," Sukuna’s voice rasped, vibrating through your spine. He called out your name after only for you to mewl in response as he felt your clit against the pad of his thumb, pressed between your folds.
He tried to pull his arm back, but you reacted instantly. Your thighs clamped shut like a vice, trapping his hand against your slick heat. Your small hands reached back, fingers digging into his wrist with a strength born of desperation.
"No," you gasped, your voice thick with a haze of pleasure. "Don't... It feels so good. It’s so big... just a little more, Ryo."
Sukuna stiffened. He should have struck you. He should have peeled you off him and thrown you into the koi pond. Instead, he watched the way your head lolled back against his shoulder, your eyes blown wide and glassy. The sight of you undone by him, even if it was unintentional, fed his ego in a way blood never could.
He went still, allowing you to use him.
“It feels good?” The words rumble out of him, incensed despite how he rubs your swollen, flickering clit and relishes the cry you pant out.
Humming low in his throat in response, he licks up the side of your throat, tasting the saltiness there all the way to your ear where he bites down.
He felt every shudder, every frantic tilt of your pelvis until you finally buckled, your body trembling as you found a messy, gasping release against his knuckles.
Silence reclaimed the room, broken only by your labored breathing. Sukuna finally wrenched his hand free, the skin wet and cooling in the night air.
"You are a deviant," he sneered, though his voice was dangerously low, licking the essence off his skin. "How long have you been doing that? Using your Emperor's hand to fuck yourself?"
You didn't answer, only shivered. Your silence was the final straw for his patience. Fine, if you were going to pretend to be all meek and shy now, then he would play along.
If you wanted his hands, you would have them properly.
Slipping his hand back between your legs, he cups your pussy and squeezes a gasp out of you, feeling your slick ooze out, slippery and wet while another hand grabs a handful of your aching breast which you arch into. His lower arms knead at your plush hips.
Coating his fingers in your arousal by rubbing up and down your folds, he shoves one inside your drooling hole, a dark satisfaction pooling in his chest when your cunt struggles to take him as you choke out. Hips bucking, you press down on his digit as he familiarises himself with your soft, squishy insides.
“You're dripping this much from fucking my arm?” He clicks his tongue, probing at your gummy walls with his finger, slipping it in and out easily. He didn't have to do much before dipping another finger in, cock throbbing as you sucked in a surprised breath at the stretch. "Or was it my blasted tongue?"
“Ah, Ryo,” you breathed, hand moving down to his to keep him there, grinding yourself against the palm of his hand.
“Who said you could address me so fondly?” he grumbled against your neck, hating how his treacherous heart fluttered against your back. He had half the mind to rip it out and have Uraume prepare it for him to eat. Might throw your heart while he's at it.
Batting those thoughts away, he distracted himself by rubbing his clothed cocks against your rear, finding it to be round and plump, the perfect cushion for his humps. You welcomed it, pressing back against them and letting them slot, barely, between your cheeks.
Pinching your nipple, he smiled into your hair as your breath hitched, rolling the hard bud between his thumb and index finger while his fingers strummed you like a harp. Your nails dug into his wrist as your back bowed, cunt clamping down his thick digits as choppy, sighing moans fell from you.
“Ryo, don't be mean. You're such a tease,” you whined in complaint, petulant almost.
“You're awfully needy for someone who should feel guilty.” As if responding, you grab his wrist to get his fingers deeper and rub your clit faster on his palm.
A soft growl came from your throat, it was cute if not demanding. “If you're going to do something, do it right.”
He pinched your clit, chuckling at your pained gasp as he rolled it side to side, doing the same to your nipples with his other hands while his cocks ground against your ass.
"You want my touch?" he hissed into your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. "Then take it all. You're nothing but a hole for me to fill, aren't you? A bored little fox looking for a master."
Spurred on, he drove his fingers deeper inside you, curling them and scissoring you open while you spread your legs further, inviting the intrusion. You cried out, writhing as he began to pump them with a brutal, rhythmic efficiency. Faster and forceful as he pulled your orgasm out of you, an arm banding around your waist so you don't curl into yourself as you came with a pretty, wet sob while your cunt twitched and spasmed.
Rustling sounded behind you, hasty and rough, as his fingers slipped out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing. Before you could miss his warmth, he pulled you back against his now bared body, heat radiating off his skin.
“Now,” he muttered, his voice a command. “Return the favor,” he emphasized his words by thrusting his cocks forward and nestling them between the lips of your pussy, shuddering from how your folds cushioned him.
You turned your head slightly, eyes fluttering open and narrowing at him. To his absolute shock, you let out a weak, shaky breath and shook your head. “No, Ryo. We can't have sex.”
The rejection hit him like a physical blow. The fearsome tyrant, the great emperor, the calamity, told no? A flash of genuine anger sparked in his chest—a sting of wounded pride that he masked with a terrifying grin.
“I don't want to fuck you, woman,” he denied as if he wasn't about to spear you open on one of his thick, throbbing cocks. “Your thighs will do just as well as your cunt. You owe me as much after disturbing my slumber and having me make you come twice. If you would please be so kind.”
Flushing in embarrassment, clearly assuming you misread his intentions, your bitten lips part then press together as you nod. He felt relief loosen the knot in his chest. If you refused him again, he would have been livid but he would have accepted it. He may be known for desecrating empires, his cannibalism and his ruthlessness but he wasn't a monster. Consent was important.
He didn't force your legs open. Instead, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you flush against his groin. He began to pump his cocks between your closed thighs, fucking the tight space you provided from behind. The friction was intense, but it wasn't enough.
With a growl of frustration, he flipped you onto your back, watching your hair spill on the bedding in an inky halo as your drunken gaze met his. He ignored your startled protest, grabbing your ankles and hauling your legs up. He bent them at the knees, squishing your thighs together and pressing them down against your own chest. It created a makeshift, incredibly tight squeeze of flesh.
“Look at you,” he hissed, his voice a gravely snarl as he began to thrust into the improvised vise of your legs. “The Great Emperor Wasuke's widow, reduced to a footstool for his son's pleasure. You look pathetic like this—folded up and about to be used.”
From below, Sukuna was an eclipse of muscle and malice. The flickering, weak candlelight catches the obsidian of his body markings, which seem to writhe like living snakes across his broad chest, alluring and ancient. His upper arms were braced beside your head, corded with tension, while his lower pair hugged your thighs with bruising force, anchoring you to the futon. Looking up, you saw a god of war unraveled; his jaw was set in a jagged snarl, and all four eyes were blown wide, shimmering with a primal, predatory hunger that reduced you to mere prey.
Under his immense weight, the sly fox was a beauty in strewn, crumpled silks. Your hair was a dark, winding river against the valley of damp pillows, tangled and sweat-slicked. Your skin, flushed from the friction of his coarse strength, looked fragile against his hulking frame. You're folded, your breath coming in rapid hitches as his sheer strength overwhelmed you. Your eyes were glassy, rolling back as his degrading whispers filled your ears, your body vibrating with the terrifying, ecstatic rhythm of an emperor who takes what is his without mercy.
A mewl came from you as you bit down on your bottom lip when the ridges of his cock rubbed against your clit. Brows furrowing, your gaze dipped to what was happening between your thighs and you reached out to touch his cocks.
Teasing the heads of his cocks, Sukuna felt a heady drip of arousal pool in his groin when your curious fingers swiped at his leaking tips and you retracted them, tongue poking out to lick at them tentatively. Then your eyes brightened like you liked what you tasted.
“Fucking hell, you're filthy,” he ground out as if the giant maw on his stomach didn't part to drool between your thighs so the glides became wetter and wetter.
Each thrust was punctuated by a cruel remark. He called you a parasite, a glutton for pleasure, a creature who didn't deserve the silk you slept on. The verbal vitriol seemed to fuel him, his movements becoming more frantic and powerful.
Harsh grunts and guttural growls meld with your soft, breathless moans, staccatoed by the sloppy, erotic slapping of his hips against yours. One of his arms braced a hand on the bedding beside your head so that he was looming over you, two of them still holding your thighs together.
Body bouncing with the force of his thrusts, you helplessly grasped and clawed at his abdomen and forearms, pussy fluttering when his stomach tongue licked at your palms as you blushed.
Your breasts were tight, nipples aching and thankfully pet by his spare hand. You squeezed your thighs around his cock tighter in appreciation. Each time the ridges of his cock nudged your clit, you felt the rolling wave of your orgasm creep closer. Admittedly, you were beginning to regret rejecting him but you knew you wouldn't be able to take him tonight, not having the courage for it and you doubted this brute could be gentle. If he could, he wouldn't extend that graciousness towards you of all people.
But this felt so good, almost as good as when you were ravishing his consorts, smug knowing that he'd taste you in their mouths or cunts later. The sloshing, slick sound of his cock rubbing between your sopping folds was mind-numbing. You wanted to sink into the sheets beneath you and melt into a heap of bliss. His precum, saliva and your arousal was smeared all over your thighs and his. Your soft body jostled from his thrusts, breasts jiggling in circles against your chest.
The snap of his hips was unrelenting, fast and hard. He felt the build-up, the inevitable snap of his control. And when you caressed the gnarled, masked part of his face with your feathery finger tips, he snarled with one final, deep groan as he spilled himself against your stomach and thighs, his body heavy and steaming in the cool air.
Fingers digging into his wrist, your eyes rolled back as from the intensity of it all, body locking up so tight that you cramped as your back arched off the bedding. You tried to shove him away to escape it as your cunt clenched around nothing and more slick seeped out.
Sukuna wouldn't let you slip away now, not a chance. He clutched your hips and dragged you back down to him, pulling the sheets with you as he continued to roll his hips against yours, cocks spurting sporadically.
“Trying to run away so I don't see how you're about to pathetically come from me fucking your thighs?” He kissed his teeth. “Come here and take it like the naughty little nymph you are.”
And you did, a tingling brewing deep inside your pussy threatening to spill out and flood your entire body. Tossing your head back, your pretty cry was nearly a scream as your orgasm lashed through you like a whip.
Sukuna didn't stop, drawing out soft, wrecked whimpers from you as he rode you through the delirium until the violence of it all dulls and your ears are clogged with cotton. Once the throbbing between your thighs softens into a subtle ache, you slump against the futon with the occasional twitch of your muscles.
For a long time, neither of you moved. The room felt smaller, the air thick with the scent of sex and unspoken tension. Sukuna finally rolled off you, cleaning himself (and you, begrudgingly) with a wet cloth with practiced indifference. He didn't look at you as he stood up and donned his robes.
“I'm going for a stroll,” he sighed in irritation as if what you just did had no relaxing effect on him whatsoever. You wouldn't put that past him.
“That should not have happened. I forbid you from mentioning this,” he said, his voice returning to its usual cold, imperial clip. “To anyone. It was a lapse in judgment. A heat of the moment thing brought on by your incessant squirming.”
And then, like a shadow of the night, he's gone, quietly despite his size, leaving you there. Huffing in disbelief at how he went from hot to cold in the blink of an eye, you laid there, staring up at the ceiling.
Then a coy, scheming feline curve tilted the corner of your mouth. So the mighty King of Curses wasn't immune to your charms after all.
mdni - hehe this is a drabble style commission, reader is thicc/curvy, and Choso has a thing for thick thighs - lots of whimpering, mentions of oral, making out, dry humping, making him cum in his pants ofcc
hehe this is a drabble style commission- <3 2.4k wc!
You’re always running late to class – to anything, really, but especially classes on the weekend, you’re the tiniest bit hungover from a party, the lip stain you used not coming off no matter how hard you scrub. You’re tugging your skirt since it’s riding just a bit up your thighs, your professor looking at you utterly unsurprised.
You’re only in this class because it’s an easy A.
“Since you’re late – surprise,” you sigh and the class snickers just a bit. “You can get paired with Choso over there, he’s the only one not paired up.”
“Paired up for what?” You ask, walking over to him – fuck he’s hot, you’ve thought that for weeks now, but it’s not like you’ve heard him talk or said a word. He’s not unfriendly though, just seems super shy.
“You all have a ten minute speech to give next weekend.”
“Oh joy…”
Choso smiles as you sit at the table next to him, letting your laptop bag sit on the floor. The professor starts to explain just what it is you two will have to do, you’re barely paying attention because you never do, but Choso’s not paying attention for an entirely different reason.
Your thighs squishing just a bit in the seat as you lean back, you see his eyes catch them, making you tug your skirt down just a bit.
“I may not have done laundry and this was all I had,” you mumble softly, he laughs just a bit, shaking his head. It’s a slutty ass skirt but you had not thought to wash your clothes until the last minute, so they’re still running in the washer.
“Nah, it’s cute on you.”
You think this is the first time you’ve heard him talk – his voice is deep, so deep it surprises you, making your tummy clench just from how they sound.
“It is?” Your words are just a whisper, he blushes then, looking away – of course your thighs look good where he can see them, his hand itches to slip up and squish them himself, or just rest his head right on your lap.
“Yeah…”
“Thank you,” you’re tugging your skirt again a few moments later, shifting in your seat – how dare you try to cover them, really, but it’s more of a skirt you’d wear going out, not to class. You take your laptop out and start clicking around when Choso recognizes that anime character.
“You watch that?”
You look at him and smile nervously. “I do, it’s my favorite. You do too?”
“Oh yeah, I have a figure of him this big.”
You look at his hands, tattooed, those black nails, making your mind – still cloudy from the liquor last night – go to the filthiest places. “That big, huh?”
“Mhm.”
“I’d like to see it,” you curse yourself then, don’t you sound slutty, but he’s oblivious, smiling all cute and pushing up his glasses.
“Of course I can show you, we can work on the presentation in my dorm?”
*****
Choso’s frantically fucking cleaning his room, it’s pretty neat already but his brothers had come to party with him and messed it all up. He’s making his bed, wiping down his desk, he even goes over to start dusting his figures. You did want to see them, after all!
You knock on the door just as he’s grabbing a couple drinks from his little fridge out, he wants to be a courteous host, after all. He opens it up and smiles at you, you’ve still got that little skirt on and a sweater over it, hanging just enough off your shoulder that it’s bare. He pauses just a moment, realizing there’s gonna be a girl in his room, standing there in the doorway.
“Uh, can I come in?” You ask then, he snaps out of it.
“Of course, like of course you… come in,” he’s shutting the door behind you as you take it all in. “Here, do you like this flavor?”
“I do, thank you,” your fingers brush when he hands you the little soda, you open it and put it to your lips, setting your bag down on his desk. “Oooh, is this your collection? You have so many!”
“I’m a big fan,” he never thought a girl would find his collection of anime figures cool, but here you are, bending down to look at them.
Bending down.
Here you are bending….
Choso’s brain is short circuiting, he can see a hint of that lush ass with those panties you’re wearing, he tries to avert his eyes, flushing on his cheeks. You stand up and tip toe, peeking at his POPS now, turning and smiling over at him.
“These are so rare!”
“I think I got them at a con,” you walk over to him now, sipping your drink, a little drop slips down your lips, he swipes it before he can think better, making both of you pause.
“You um… go to cons?” You ask, his thumb still lingering, you’re lost in his pretty amethyst eyes – so dark but you can see the hints of color, lidded ones with a thick fringe of lashes.
His fingers feel so good on your face you’d love them to just stay, but he pulls them back finally, clearing his throat and sipping his drink like it’s a beer and he’s trying to catch a buzz. “I uh… do. Do you?”
“Hell yeah I do, maybe we could do one together? None of my friends like to dress up and go.”
“Hah – both of us go?” Choso, say yes, stop stammering – but you’re so pretty and you’re so close and… “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Can I ask why you’ve never talked to me before?” You say softly, snatching up your laptop and leaving the drink on the little coaster he has there, sitting right down on the plush rug at the bottom of his bed.
He rubs the back of his neck, sitting in the black gamer chair he’s usually playing shooter games in, rubbing the back of his neck a bit nervously. “I’m kinda shy, I guess.”
“That’s okay,” you smile and begin to tap at your keys. “I used to be shy, too.”
“Yeah?”
“I know, weird to imagine now,” you sigh a bit, resting the laptop on your thighs as you lean back against his bed. “All right, so what are we thinking?”
“I just hate presentations,” he mumbles, you’re studying the screen with your knees up just a bit, showing way too much of those thick thighs, he keeps picturing them squeezing his head to death.
What a way to die, though.
“Any ideas at all though?” you ease them down, crossing them at the ankle, tilting your head to look at him.
“Hmm…”
Nerdy, thick thighs and you’re hot? You’re like something out of Choso’s daytime fantasies when he jerks his cock.
“Choso?” You ask softly, his gaze is on your legs, his words gone quiet now, lips parted ever so slightly. “What’s up?”
“N-nothing,” his gaze goes back to your cute little face, but then you lean forward and he gets a glimpse of your tits and he’s throbbing hard. He feels like a damn pervert right now, turning and adjusting it, already leaking pre against his boxers.
“You sure nothing’s wrong?” You stand curiously, he spins his chair back to face you, thighs spread just so, your hands adjust his pigtails carefully, bringing those tits right in his face.
He’d love to see his dick move between them – really he’s not usually like this!? He does love thick thighs and a fat ass, but he can’t be acting like this. It doesn’t help you smell good and you’re so sweet, he’s been thinking of asking you out but hasn’t gotten the courage. Now you’re looking right at him, standing between his thighs, his hands flex just a bit on the arms of the chair, before they grab those hips.
“So, you think we should practice the presentation on each other?” You ask, far too close, he swallows nervously and nods. “Or… should we make out?”
“Huh!? Say wha-!?”
You giggle now, his eyes are drawn right to your lips. “Am I far off? You keep staring at my lips… do you want to kiss me?”
“I um… don’t want you to think I invited you here for that,” fuck he wants to kiss both sets of your lips.
“So just studying? That’s okay too,” you go to turn away and he spins you back around to him, capturing your lips in a desperate, needy kiss. “Mmph!”
“Fuck, sorry,” he pulls back, his hands already slipping lower.
“Tell me what you want…”
“You right here,” he tugs you on his lap, you feel his strength then, a little nervous as your thighs press on either side of his hips, hands resting on his shoulders. “Can I squish them, please?”
“My thighs?” He nods, all desperate and needy – you giggle nervously, nodding and letting his hands squish them, earning his slutty little moan. “Oh you really like them, huh?”
“They’d make the best rest for my head,” your turn to blush. “When I need just a break from eating you out.”
“Oh! Choso,” he’s surprising you with how utterly filthy he is when you kiss him, he’s not just shyly pressing his lips on yours, his mouth is parting yours, his tongue slipping inside. “Mmm…”
“Is this okay?” He asks softly, pausing to take a breath, you nod quickly, Choso’s never really kissed so he feels awkward, but you’re just kissing him right back, moaning into his mouth, rocking your curvy hips. His hands find purchase there, pressing in at your pelvis and making you gasp.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling back for a breath when his kisses lower, his mouth tracing your collarbone. Your back arches, his lips to trailing down your tits, rocking your hips against him, every drag of your soaking wet panties on that rough denim making you ache. His lips move to your nipple, your tit squished in one of his hands, as his tip presses that twitchy little clit.
"Mnh!" You cry out desperately, Choso's pulling back from your nipple, flicking his tongue ring against it and making you clench around nothing, aching to be full of him.
"Fuck your tits are s'pretty," he whispers against your lips, kissing you again, his grip on your ass tightening - his fingers dimple the flesh there, hands sinking into the softness of your plush thighs. "You're soaked..."
You moan as he starts to move with you, rolling his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm that grinds his cock harder against your soppy cunt. It feels so good your eyes roll back, his sharp teeth nipping your throat, eliciting a slutty moan from the back of your throat.
He whimpers as you move faster, you're soaking his cock, every movement having your slick slide down your panties, coating the fabric until it's pathetic. He tugs at the elastic, slipping your skirt up to peek at the little tummy there, moaning. You get just a little nervous, tugging it down, but he shoves it back up.
"You're so sexy don’t hide, fuck you're so soft," he's marveling at it, hands gripping your bare hips, watching the flesh give underneath his grip.
"Y-you think I am?"
"Mhm," Choso's been jerking it to his curvy lil classmate, he's been dying to make a move - but he was just too shy. Now that all fades, he's shoving you down harder, mouth leaving hot, open mouthed kisses, leaning back to look at the sight of his bulge pressing between your puffy lips.
“S-sensitive,” you’re hitting your needy clit over and over, Choso leans back in his chair, his finger slipping underneath the elastic. “Ngh!”
“Want me to help you cum, pretty?” You nod quickly, a jerky little motion, the rough pad of his finger finding your twitchy clit, you quit moving, thighs pressing either side of his hips. “No, keep moving, pretty. Just like that.”
You never thought shy, sweet Choso could take a commanding tone, but when you’re drooling down his fingertip and all over his lap, he’s whimpering, his cheeks flushed red, eyes dark as they study you under that thick fringe of lashes.
“There you go, doing s’good,” your tongues are messy when you kiss again, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth, the sounds of him rutting his leaky cock mixing with the squish of your messy cunt.
“Ngh!” You’re trembling when he uses his arm to wrap around, grinding you on him and jerking up, sending you over until you’re cumming, gushing all down your inner thighs, your cunt slippery and messy as it quivers around nothing, he presses up more. “Choso…”
“Cum again, you can do it, hmm?”
Choso’s so close he can’t take it, feeling the plush cunt spurting on his sensitive tip, you’re making a mess of his hands, jeans soaked. He uses his other hand to grip that ass, more than a handful, he can’t wait to see it in every position, ones he’s only really imagined so far, but he’d love to do them all with you.
“That’s it, good girl…”
You’re kissing him again as your aftershocks hit, lips parted and gasping when he pulls his finger off, swiping it against your lips like a gloss. You cry out when he kisses it right off you, and that’s when Choso busts his load right in his boxers, his jeans dragged down with another rock of your hips.
You feel the warmth spread underneath you. “Oh… mnh… you’re cummin’ s’much…”
“Sh-shit,” he’s busted so much it’s leaking through his damn boxers, those jeans have slid down enough that the white, sticky drops are pressing against your cunt. You ease back and take a breath, blushing at the mess you two made.
“Choso…”
“Mhmm?” His eyes are all lidded and fucked out already, his glasses foggy from all your kissing, you adjust them straight again, biting your lip and looking down at his mess, taking a bit of it and lapping it off your thumb, making him whine out.
synopsis: you’re boyfriend looks so good whenever you’re on top that it makes you shy. when are you ever shy?! you wanna sort this out asap or you ride bakugou trying to figure out which position feels best
what’s coming up: a whole load of smut this is lowkey pwp. pain v, riding, multiple positions, making out, head (f receiving), established relationship
notes: antm title. listen i can’t explain what happened to me. needs another proofread i think.
you mention this one night wrapped in katsuki’s arms about to go to sleep. you’re doing the compulsory three minute spoon until you both pull away and get comfortable at your respective sides of his bed.
this time it’s you spooning him, your leg over his hip, your arm around his waist. you rub your lips over his shoulder and sniff his hair.
“i really want to get better at being on top.” you mumble into his skin, eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness around you.
katsuki shifts his head on the silk pillowcase. you told him to change fabrics to protect his hair (you really meant yours) and he listened, new ivory cases the next time you saw him.
“hah?” it’s a quiet one, not like his usual booming loud ones that hit the back of your eardrum.
“i never feel like i know what i’m doing when i’m on top and i get so shy. i am literally never shy! ever. then you just end up doing the work.” you whine, “i want to be able to be on top and do it well. make us both feel good.”
katsuki breathes in through his nose and out his mouth. you’re having a conversation with him. about sex yes, but this isn’t you offering to have sex now. despite this, the blood rushes to his cock by simply imagining you riding him to oblivion. your head thrown back as your hips grind down on him.
it is true. he’s never seen you shy in any other part of your life or relationship. usually during sex, you’re confident and excited. he’ll, you’re okay with walking around his apartment naked. but for some reason, you sitting on his cock, legs straddling his waist makes you shy in a way bakugou doesn’t understand.
after making out you’d mumble to him that you want to be on top but as soon as he slides inside of you, katsuki will just look at you and your whole body flushes with heat. it has you mumbling under your breath, trying to look away from him but then his hands are on your thighs and he’s softly cooing at you. compliments about how you feel around him and how pretty you look on top.
which leads to you either leaning forward to cover his eyes with your hand, covering his whole face with your hand so he can’t talk either or just whining that you can’t do it and he needs to take over.
he shuffles around so he’s facing you, your minty breath on his face. he gives you three soft pecks, catching your lips with every brush.
“hm no, don’t give a fuck about me in this. if you feel good, i feel good.” he whispers and it makes you tighten your leg around his waist, your crotch against his lower stomach.
he’s noticed how shy you get on top. the frustration. if he’s honest he thinks it’s adorable. at the beginning of your relationship it was him stuttering like an idiot, overthinking everything he did and assuming every text from you was going to be ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ which would mostly mean it was him all along.
bakugou is also an idiot for how you beg for him to take over, crawling into his mouth for a kiss. covering his eyes so he can’t see how your breasts bounce and how insanely sweet you look slotted over him. you, all of you, shaking and trembling as he thrusts up. but although he’s into this rare shy version of you, if you want to work on not being so like that, he’ll be there.
his ruby eyes are so caring, a little frown on his face like he’s urging you to understand.
“i do want to make you feel good though,” you rub your palm against his bare chest, feeling every breath he takes. “be in control over the pace.”
“y’can look at me and i feel good. tomorrow we’ll try. see what position has you comin’ over my cock.”
you smile, “i’ll put it in my diary.”
he gives you a kiss, rubbing his nose against yours after, “why d’you feel shy for? ‘s just me.”
that has you slamming your own eyes shut in refusal. laying on your back to sigh into the ceiling.
“because of you. you’re all…,” you wave your hands in the darkness for a terrible explanation. “and the pressure. you’re usually in control.”
that’s true, he is unless you’re giving him head. “i’m what?”
you open your eyes and stare at him. “you make me all shy. staring at me like that while you’re literally inside me and you’re all… big and sexy and i’m so exposed and now i need to make you come while you look like that.”
bakugou grins like you just proposed. the sight of him below you, usually with an aroused dopey smirk, always saying what’s on his mind. the sweat across his forehead or the worst, when he lays on his forearm behind his head without a care in the world. like it’s an everyday occurrence that women sit on his dick and you’re next. it turns you on more than you can admit, it makes you feel like a shy virgin being naked in front of a boy for the first time.
along with the thick cock pressing against your warmest points, it’s too overwhelming for you.
“big and sexy?”
you roll your eyes, “that’s all you heard?”
“y’know i love when you’re on top. happy to do whatever you want,” he chuckles boyishly and the big arm that haunts you, wraps around your waist to drag you into his body. “like i wasn’t shittin’ myself when we fucked for the first time. lookin’ up at me like your life depended on a hard fuck.”
you guys dated for two months before you got intimate. to say you were going crazy for a single touch from this man, would be an understatement.
“no i wasn’t! but you look cocky and mean in a sexy way,” you gasp looking at him, “you look like dynamight. tv dynamight.”
tv dynamight is an alternate version of dynamight and your usual boyfriend bakugou katsuki. tv dynamight is the one you see snappily answering after fight interviews or smirking when the crowd cheers for him or rolling his eyes when he’s on a talk show and he gets a stupid question. you never get this version of him, he’s so much softer and love struck with you. doesn’t mean you don’t love watching it.
bakugou frowns, “i just look at you and say you look good. that sounds like a bad thing.”
“did you miss me saying you look sexy? so sexy it gets me feeling like an idiot.” you cross your arms under the covers. “i just want to be good at it. able to make you come like that.”
as much as he loves you still feeling nervous around him, he wants to get to the bottom of this.
“we’re sortin’ this tomorrow.”
having planned sex is a whole different game than simply assuming you’ll have sex tonight or having it spontaneously. it includes you turning up at bakugou’s apartment, more excited than usual, flinging your overnight bag on the ground and your arms around his neck.
“i watched a few videos and read articles on how to be comfortable and i did a few stretches at home,” you say, kissing him hello and katsuki has to blink into realisation.
your conversation before bed. he’s been thinking about having you tonight all day that part of him believed it was all his imagination. he kisses you back, then your cheek.
“y’look pretty,” you’re in a matching comfy pink gym set. he doesn’t know the last time you went to the gym but you always ask him to buy you these expensive ass sets. “and wait, you stretched to prepare?”
he chuckles bubbly, grabbing your bag off the floor. you pout immediately, “don’t laugh at me. i’m trying here! all you have to do is lay back.”
“i’m not laughin’ at you, baby. i love you,” he grins, “i’d never laugh.”
but you’re clenching your teeth, looking away at the dinner he’s started preparing for you both. ah, this evening he’s got his sensitive girlfriend. perhaps this was a bigger deal than you originally made it out to be.
“maybe i shouldn’t—,”
“no, we are. it was just fuckin’ adorable, i should have had a wank before you came so i don’t bust as soon as you’re naked.”
he walks into his bedroom to plop your bag on the floor and you follow behind.
“you do that?”
“i used to when we started datin’. meant i’d last longer. the fact we planned this i should have done my prep.”
his last syllable is cut off when you lay your lips over his, tugging the end of his white tee so he pulls it off.
“don’t expect this to be good, i’m just trying and testing tonight, okay?” you mumble and just as quick as usual, katsuki hardens in his basketball shorts.
the idea of being your test dummy, your experiment while you ride him to oblivion, sounds insane to him. it’s true that you’d ask to be on top usually and then upon not being able to find your groove, you give up. then katsuki will grab your ass cheeks and slide you up and down like you weigh a feather.
“sounds sexy, baby,” he groans, nibbling down your neck and in turn, being rewarded with sweet gasps from you. “get naked for me.”
bakugou lays back in the centre of his bed butt naked and hard as a rock while you sit on your knees beside him, also butt naked.
“sit on my face,” he orders.
“no! treat this seriously.”
“i’m so fuckin’ serious, c’mon. you say you need to get comfortable, you’re always comfortable on my face. maybe i needa make you come first.”
he doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying, he just knows you're wet right now and he wants a taste.
it does sway you a little. thinking about the videos you’ve seen and articles you’ve read. educational ones! some being porn also. stretching your hips is necessary and it’s not that you’re uncomfortable around your boyfriend, just being on top, shyness takes over.
his hand drifts up your thighs, then your soft stomach before squeezing your breast. you see katsuki twitch out the corner of your eye. your mouth waters at the sight of him. always so pretty, thick and long, dead weight on his stomach. only from some kissing and being naked together.
“we could sixty nine?”
he grabs your hips, dragging you closer and manoeuvring you so you’re sitting on his upper chest. he can smell you from here, he’s sure pre is leaking from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“we’re focusin’ on you.”
“says the one begging to eat me out.”
katsuki’s smiles always drive you crazy, mostly because they’re always dedicated to you. the world gets his smirks and as sexy as they are, it’s never a genuinely excited smile. especially over the prospect of having you on his face.
his gold tooth catches the warm lamp light and he reaches to kiss your thigh, “you’re so close now. can smell ya.”
before you can let the intimacy overwhelm you, you sit up on your knees and carefully slot your pussy over your lover's face.
katsuki only needed one session with you to be good at eating you out. an annoying thing about him is how he’s simply good at everything, whilst you, after months of dating, still need to work on things. you think about the sex positive podcasts you’ve listened to recently and it’s true, not everything is going to work out of the box. you’re two completely different people coming together. in both ways.
but katsuki, he always knew exactly what to do to get you trembling. it’s firstly his enthusiasm. probably the biggest turn on. how he clutches your thighs like someone’s about to take you away. the meat of your legs will definitely have an imprint after this. how he closes his eyes and moans into you. rocks your hips into his face as his tongue laps up everything you are.
like a man starved, his death row meal and he’s asked for you on a platter. he sucks on your clit and opens his eyes to see you lean over to grab the headboard. watching your tits and how they shake at every movement he makes. katsuki loves to talk but because his mouth is preoccupied, you just get vibrations through you along with the accompanying moans and groans he can’t help.
“fuck, y’taste… so fuckin’—,” is all he can manage, sticking his tongue down your centre and licking as much as he can.
“‘tsuki, so good,” you cry, you meet his eyes and your whole body heats up to boiling temperature. his ruby pupils are narrowed, as if he’s testing you to come now, on his face.
you grind your hips on him, following wherever feels good. he slaps your ass and you mewl. “i’m gonna, baby, i need to come.”
since he can’t speak even if he wanted to, you do as you please, coming all over katsuki’s face. your body trembles as he swipes up every drop that comes out of you, keeping you still so you don’t fall off. you clench your eyes shut, wailing loud enough that in any other part of the city, you’d have angry neighbours.
you flop onto the bed beside katsuki, as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you’re quick to give him a cuddle, basking in the come down of your orgasm.
“good, baby?” he asks, rubbing your back slowly.
you nod against him, stuffing your face in his armpit as you catch your breath.
“how are you so good at that?”
bakugou laughs, chest swelling with pride, “‘m just passionate.”
after counting to three in your head you get up slowly, biting down on your lip.
“you wanna take another second?”
“no! and i think you were right. the orgasm helped.”
you swing your leg over bakugou’s thighs to straddle him. carefully you take hold of his cock, flicking your wrist up and down him.
katsuki reaches his arm behind his head to lay on his forearm. everything about the man is sex. the massive biceps, his flushed face. how he kneads your thigh to check you’re still there with his eyes shut.
“just like that, babygirl,” he grunts, “been thinking about this since you mentioned it. horny all goddamn day.”
you smile at him, “thinking of me in your meetings?”
you squeeze the base of his cock, your other hand coming in to rub his balls in your palm. his hips jolt into your hands, chasing every movement.
“i always fuckin’ am. b-but you on top, ridin’ the shit outta me.”
you moan without meaning to, “i want to do that for you.”
bakugou’s eyes slid open, “today is about you. findin’ out how you like it.” he pulls your hands off him and you pout. “sit on me and start movin’.”
“yes, sir,” you say playfully but it only makes bakugou exhale shakily, blinking away any newfound arousal.
he holds your hips, as you angle his cock into you. you’re already soaked from what he did to you, so he slides in like a dream, bottoming out completely.
“oh fuck,” you curse, planting your hands flat on his chest. staying still feels good, you feel him everywhere, prodding your softest parts, your walls sucking him in like he belongs there. but you know it could feel better, you just need to work out how.
“i wanna fuck into you. didn’t realise how hard this shit would be for me,” he groans, adjusting the pillow behind his head.
you blink away the horny fog the best you can. he’s still got your shine on his chin and he’s staring at you like he’s a second away from taking over. swinging you so you lay flat so he can take control. you feel his gaze on every part of your body, the focus on your soft stomach then where you meet between your legs. what gets you most is how he focuses on your face as if he’s recording every expression and exhale. the clear proof of him being so into you, the smirk rising onto his cheeks at the position you’ve got him in.
the fact he’s so into you, whilst looking like an adonis statue in an art gallery, makes you so shy.
“s-so last time i just grinded on you but i didn't feel anything? i watched a few videos on how to bounce on you without aching.” you try to look away from him, but it just has you staring at his chest. littered with these gorgeous scars. his golden body that can protect you and the country. you have to close your eyes.
“you’re watchin’ porn without me?”
you and bakugou have never watched porn together with the aim to come. sometimes you’d send him a video of something you wanna try but that’s all.
“for research! and some girls on tiktok helped.”
“okay, babygirl. do your thing, pretend i’m not here lookin’ big and sexy.”
“shut up,” you mumble, firstly planting your feet into the mattress by his hips and keeping your hands flat on bakugou’s chest to begin bouncing on his cock.
it’s a position you’ve never tried, one that always embarrassed you to imagine getting into and moving for him like so. you’re grateful for your stretch beforehand because bakugou glides in and out like butter. it’s more intense than just sitting on him, your body is squashed and he knows he’s gonna be using this image to get himself off till the end of time.
“oh, oh…,” you whine, tits smushed, stomach clenched to focus on what feels best. “i like this. feels good, baby.”
bakugou clenches his teeth. he can see you suck him up with every bounce, your thighs wet, so is his length. he could come like this alone if you moan any louder.
“you comfortable?” he asks, “you look insane, babygirl. can’t believe this… i could come.”
“don’t!” you squeal, whines flowing out of you without meaning to, “my knees are hurting.”
“i can help,” bakugou thrusts his hips up into you and he’s about to thrust you down into him, like what you usually do once you give up.
“no, no, let me try something else.”
without pulling off him completely, you press your knees into the bed and lean all your weight onto your left side. you begin to bounce again, up and down, up and down.
you fling your head back, mostly from the burn switching from your knees to your thighs.
bakugou’s obsessed with whatever position you get yourself in, “doin’ so good, princess.”
that has you looking at him, leaning forward for a kiss. he meets it without thought, biting down on your bottom lip when you pull away.
“i am?”
he nods rapidly, swearing under his breath. he’s got a layer of sweat on his forehead even though he’s barely done anything. forcing himself to not move is more exerting than just moving.
“yeah, baby. feels a like torture though, not gonna lie to you.” he squeezes the fat of your hips, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds.
you switch your weight onto your right knee, sighing in delight, wetness leaking from you. your bodies are getting louder now, the slap of your skin against his. graphic with the white ring forming around bakugou’s cock.
“now you know how i feel when you won’t let me come,” you whisper and he’s about to lean in to bite your lip as a punishment but you rotate around so your back is facing him.
you’ve never tried reverse cowgirl before but you can already predict how katsuki will feel about it. bakugou’s least favourite position. you know this because he always goes on about how he loves to see your face. your sweet loverboy. but equally one of his favourites because it’s a front row view of your rippling ass every time you slap down on him. it’s enough to drive him insane. it’s also a good break to not have to think about him staring at you. the number one tip for other shy girls on that blog site you read.
you forward, grabbing his knees and for a second you can barely move.
“princess?” bakugou asks, caressing your ass slowly. “you okay?”
“i can feel you in my stomach,” his cockhead nudges against your insides, somehow further than you’ve ever felt before. why the hell haven’t you tried this before?
bakugou sits up on his forearm, sneaking his hand to your stomach, “does it hurt? you wanna pull off?”
you shake your head, then you remember he can’t see you well. you moan, grinding back into him. you can’t be quiet, can barely make out a coherent word either. you’re between crying and moaning, soft breathes of “‘tsuki,” and another wail.
“so good, fuck, i’m gonna die,” you gasp and the warmth in your stomach bundles together and tightens. you ignore the burn in your knees, focusing on the obscene amount of pleasure that bursts under your skin. you reach between your legs to play with your clit, slow circular rubs to make everything last as long as possible.
katsuki gets where you are now. the idea of you using him like a toy is what had him boiling all day. you’re moving on your own accord, focusing on yourself and what feels good. he begins to help, meeting your thrusts just so you scream louder.
“cmon, baby,” he says behind gritted teeth, “let me hear ya, louder for me.”
bakugou’s strict with his thrusts, obsessed with how your body shakes when it comes into contact with his. how his thighs are equally soaked and the fact that you’re both leaking onto his bedsheets. he keeps moving and before he knows it, only hearing your whines, he comes inside you.
jolting harshly, a hand on your hip bone to keep you close while he comes. it has you looking back at him with a frown.
“s-sorry, i couldn’t fuckin’—,” he’s gasping for air, back arched off the bed. he holds you down and you’re grinning like you’re insane. “fuck, holy shit.”
“you came.”
delight blossoms inside of you, your body burning for your own release. katsuki looks exhausted. red cheeks, sweat coating his forehead. he genuinely looks pissed that he came. you look at the mess between your legs, so much come.
he grunts in annoyance, “i didn’t mean to i—,”
but he’s cut off as you face him again, ignoring all the liquids spilling out. you plant your feet by his head and lean back, your hands on his knees.
“touch my clit for me,” you ask politely and bakugou does what he’s told, mentally preparing himself for the overstimulation about to come.
you begin bouncing again, using your hands to guide your body up and down, rolling your hips to grind to hit a specific spot. all the shyness you ever felt before has evaporated, simply following your body to catch whatever feels good.
bakugou on the other hand, feels as if he’s about to pass out. if it’s the squelch in the air, the sight of your pussy drenched and his cock soaked. your pubic hair has strings of his come and his lower stomach has a shine to it. his cock is still hard, aching, twitching in painful flicks of pleasure. but there’s no way he could say no, not with you looking practically angelic.
you’re in your own world with your little mumbles, your whines that sound troubled but are anything but. he’s not sure how he can have you in any other position but on top after this. you ride him like you own him, like he’s yours to play with and use to relax. your breasts are soft, nipples perked to the ceiling and as he rolls his thumb against your clit, he knows you’re ready to come any second now.
“oh my god, katsuki.” you make those odd grunting sounds that make bakugou leak, “faster, w-why haven’t we done this before?”
you say in a rush and bakugou obeys, speeding up his rubs on your clit.
“this is all we’re gonna do now, huh?”
you hum, pace slowing as the burn of your knees radiates.
“lettin’ you ride my cock while i come early like a fuckin’ teenager,” he moans, frowning harshly because he’s too sensitive now, way too sensitive.
bakugou takes matters into his own hands, especially once you whine for him, “help me, ‘tsuki.”
you lift your head up to lock eyes with him. you’re fucking crying. tears down your cheeks, “i love you so much.”
he thrusts into you, meaning you no longer need to strain your body anymore. he moves you for your own pleasure, sliding you up and down, mimicking how you were moving and he’s ready to come again.
“nah, you love my cock. tell me you do.”
it takes only a second for you to reply, stretching your arms straight, your back arched so bakugou can see all the beautiful curves of your breasts and waist. he bites back his bearish groans, this is way too much for him right now. he thinks hes about to come again.
“l-love your cock so much. feels like heaven, like i’m gonna split open,” you babble, “love it so much, ‘tsuki.”
“my good fuckin’ girl, usin’ me like this. love you so much, princess,” he hums and before you can even catch yourself, after all the noise tonight, your orgasm is a silent one.
these strained gasps come from your throat as you lean forward, your whole body tensing. you don’t mean to dig your nails into his chest, but bakugou welcomes the pain especially when he orgasms again, loud enough for you both.
he growls into the air as you hold yourself up over him, open mouthed, tears falling from your eyes.
you can barely contain yourself, your body still bouncing as he continues thrusting his hips. everything is lewd, the stained bedsheets and the trail of sweat down your breasts. the sound of your ass hitting his balls only draws out your orgasm, your bodies soaked with each other.
“oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper. you stare at your boyfriend in shock as he slows down and wraps his arms around your body to drag you to his chest. “we’ve never… it’s never felt like that before.”
you can feel him pulsating inside of you and your walls are hot around him.
you both breathe, catching your breaths, plastered to each other.
“you’ve got me fucked,” his chuckle is dry, but you shuffle to get comfortable and bakugou yelps. “don’t fuckin’ move. please.”
you smile, pressing kisses into his chest until you realise what you’ve done. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to…”
you trail off, lightly brushing your thumb over the red scratches over katsuki’s chest. bakugou’s half lidded eyes catch yours, grabs your hand to kiss the centre of your palm.
“it felt good, princess. needed any distraction to ignore your warm pussy.” he pouts his lips and you happily meet his, “you confident bein’ on top now?”
bakugou twitches inside of you, “yeah. i know what to do now.”
“you looked…,” and he doesn’t know how to describe you. but you’re patiently waiting for an answer. if anyone likes to be complimented more than him, it’s you, “like a goddamn angel. thought you were gonna kill me.”
“i’d never,” your eyes droop, ready for an evening nap. “you need to pull out now.”
bakugou sighs, “this is gonna be a mess to clean up and my dick aches.”
“i’m sore too!”
bakugou rolls his eyes but he knows he’s going to be kissing your knees and thighs any minute now.
“still want me to cook dinner or order in?” he asks, pushing you on your back to slowly slide out of you.
you whine softly as he does, not used to the feeling of not being full. you almost want to sit back on him, clamp your legs around him and never let him go.
“fuck,” bakugou grunts, then he sees your pout. “after dinner.”
your eyes light up, “really?”
“you’re goddamn insatiable.”
“it’s just there’s one more position, well two, i want to try with you sitting up and me laying down.”
he climbs off the bed to grab a clean flannel from his en-suite. “you wanna break me, huh?” he calls.
you giggle, “no, i just wanna know how it’ll feel and the website i found has loads of positions we haven’t tried.”
you have the audacity to look innocent while he wipes your legs with the damp flannel. then your lower stomach and very lightly between your legs.
“you should have told me earlier i would have booked tomorrow off work.” he kisses your knee, “we can do whatever you want. until you get all achy.”
there’s no doubt he’d be able to get hard again for you, especially looking this eager about trying a new way to have sex with him.
you nod softly, running your hand down his face, “can you still cook? i want your udon noodles.”
if it was up to bakugou he’d order in. he’s way too tired to cook for you right now and still have energy to have sex again after. he had a whole patrol and training earlier today too.
but one thing bakugou has always struggled with since he met you, is the ability to say no. especially not when you sit up and grab the flannel from him to slowly swipe across his stomach and then his softened cock.
imagining greyscale reader tip toeing n snooping around the apartment while katsuki is gone just to find that it’s essentially an ultra expensive ikea show room with protein powder and supplements lmao
SNOOPING
— bakugou x reader
greyscale au, just texts between you and bkg.
he gave notes to an interior designer and they built his apartment from scratch for him. also yn has been over to his a handful of times on hookup terms. after a date, sex and home. or bakugou calling you when you’re already in the city and you come over to his for sex and goes. so you’ve never actually looked around his house minus his bed, making out against his front door and his en-suite bathroom. otherwise he’s ALWAYS at yours.
after he leaves for work you wait 15 minutes to shower, trying to get the feeling back into your legs, lowkey surprised that an orgasm has halved your hangover in two. you’re feeling considerably better and you still haven’t brushed your teeth yet. bakugou’s got a gorgeous perfect pressure double shower head shower which also makes you wonder what he thinks about your weak, having to hold the handle at an angle to work shower. you won’t admit you sniffed bakugou’s shower gel and immediately thought about touching yourself to it. instead you smothered it all over yourself with the new loofa he left out for you. you think you’re going to eat bakugou alive when you see him next.
it feels like a spa. spending an extra fifteen minutes in the shower and wrapping yourself in a fluffy ivory towel. smothering yourself in a random tub of cream you found till you realise he’s got about five of the same one. you try to find the brand and underneath read, USED BY DYNAMIGHT! turns out to be true because he does smell like this actually, when you sit on his lap and stuff your nose in his neck.
you walk back into his bedroom for clothes till you realise the only ones you can see is your top and miniskirt from last night, neatly folded on a chair. rich people don’t keep clothes in their bedroom. you laugh to yourself, walking to the room over to his walk in closet. multiple drawers, six doors of wardrobes. he’s got caps and snapbacks on display. a table in the middle of the room with a clear glass surface where you can see all his jewellery. you could pay off your student loans with a few of these earrings. necklaces. it looks like a store in here. you clutch the top of your towel and open every single door and drawer, with the idea to find clothes for yourself but you’re just snooping. he can’t expect to leave you unattended if you’re not going to snoop. two wardrobes are hero gear. full of metal scraps and gaunlets all neatly organised. you open the last drawer and there’s a row of grenades. you shut that draw immediately.
you pull on another clean shirt of his, a white one with DYNAMIGHT in grey font on the breast and branded underwear that you roll up four times. you stare at yourself in his floor length mirror, hands on your hips. he’s got a photo booth strip tucked in the frame of the mirror. you and him, from a few weeks ago. you kissing his cheek, him kissing your lips, you with your arms wrapped around his neck smiling at the camera while he grins at you and the last is you pretending to bite his cheek. you look like a couple. you look like his girlfriend in his underwear and tshirt. branded by him. it’s the only photo in his house you’ve seen so far.
it scares you so you grab that breakfast sandwich he left you in his bedroom and start to walk around his apartment. the colour scheme is a soft masculine grey. minimalist. tidy with pops of white or black. the greyscale theme is calming, not as overstimulating as yours can be to a newcomer. you feel relaxed, walking on clouds in bakugou’s thick white socks. his apartment is massive, so much open space, stupidly clean and everything is top of the range.
you fiddle with the heating, gasping at the immediate effect of heat under your feet. not even bothering with slippers. you see he’s got this fancy airfryer so you even pop your breakfast sandwich in there to stare at the kitchen. an expensive smoothie maker, coffee machine, he’s got a kitchen aid in a cupboard. one shelf full of protein powder tubs. opening his fridge to find smoothies, jars of sea moss and meat. preseasoned chicken probably for his dinner tonight in a tupperware container. you think that’s adorable. imagining him alone in his kitchen, preparing dinner for the next day.
he’s got these expensive fruit bars you see in the stores that always way out of your budget.
can i try one of these
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i’ve never tried one before
70 seconds later.
Yeah take anything
Don’t have to ask baby
you take out your hot sandwich from the airfryer and take a fruit bar. it’s as tasty as you thought and you’re upset you can’t afford them on your wage. also you’ve never seen the man drink coffee and he’s got a… you pull out your phone to google. a £2400 coffee machine. what the hell.
his living room looks like a bachelors pad. every gaming console underneath the massive television. maybe a 60 inch? 70? insane. turning the tv on and it’s the news because of course it is. he also has cable. who the hell pays for cable? you can only assume he’s got all the streaming services possible. you clutch the blanket over his sofa and it’s this knitted blanket that you know costs hundreds.
your favourite part is sneaking into his office. you refuse to touch any paperwork because it’s terrifying to think you might mess anything up.
but in there he’s got a wall of awards. trophies, medals, the first ever prototype of his figure. a little five inch dynamight. you trace your finger over the engraved text of either dynamight or bakugou katsuki. in awe. you know what he does for work, you couldn’t miss it but you’ve never actually considered how great he is at it. framed certificates for him being in the top 5 for years in a row. even a fan mail letter in colourful crayons written by a kid. turns out bakugou is sentimental, even though he loves to tell you he’s not.
now you see another photo in his house. a picture of him, his parents and the fucking prime minister. again, what the hell. he looks bored in the photo, deadpan stare down the camera lens that turns you on. jaw sharp, eyes tired, in a structured black suit. you snap a photo of the photo with your phone. his parents are adorable, they look just like him. obviously they do but you can see his eyes are from his mum, hair texture from his dad and that blonde is his mums. facial structure, glasses and his height from his dad. katsuki’s mentioned once that he wanted you to meet them, the first time he kinda asked you to be his girlfriend. you wonder if they would like you.
then he’s got a magazine rack, similar to yours at home, and it’s got all of his covers. every single one he’s ever done. you notice a bunch of duplicates, dated back to a month before you met him. you want one. he’s the cover of Heroes Weekly. you want it. you’ve never seen this one before. he’s standing arms folded, smirking in his hero gear. should you text him? that’s embarrassing to ask for one of his covers, especially since he usually just leaves them at your apartment in an attempt to be nonchalant. you know he does it on purpose. you sneak one under your arm and take a bite of your sandwich.
you circle around his desk. a fancy chair that you sit in and recline back. then you wonder if bakugou’s the type of guy who will know someone’s been in his chair. oh well. he’s got two dual monitors and you can only imagine gaming on this machine. would he let you? he probably has the prime ministers email address.
beside the papers you refuse to touch… you put your stolen bakugou Heroes Weekly cover on the desk and your sandwich on top. he’s got picture frames. one big frame with about fifteen spaces to fit photos in. it’s something you’d have in your bathroom, on top of your toilet full of photos of your friends. or in the kitchen on top of your faulty fireplace. it’s when you realise he’s got photos underneath. dog eared ones. yellow tinted from age. photos of him at sixteen with his friends. you recognise a few as pro heroes, seen on the news with your… katsuki. you know names from stories he’s told you but you can’t put them to faces yet. you definitely know deku though. there’s a photo of them both, deku with his arm around bakugou’s shoulders and whilst he looks pissed off, it’s an adorable picture. his puffy cheeks, his cheek scar fresh and new. you snap a photo of that one. then he’s got another with his parents. of him and his sidekicks. a photo of him outside his agency building from a few years ago, holding a massive pair of scissors. him and other blonde people around his age. you think they’re his cousins? he’s even holding a little blonde baby. you turn over and everything is written in japanese. even you can tell that is handwriting is just as ugly in japanese.
him and…. is that that tv cook? and then him and a random old short guy with glasses and a pot belly. bakugou actually looks the happiest in this photo. grinning, bending his knees to get to the guys height and he’s pointing to him as a pose.
you have a photo with this short old man with glasses
who is he?
you flip through the other photos and three minutes later.
The prime minister?
The president?
Are you in my office?
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five minutes wait. perhaps the longest you’ve ever had to wait from bakugou.
That is a voice actor from an anime I love
Does my favourite character
you awe aloud.
so cuteeeeeeee
the last photo you find is smaller than the others. less than half the size. it’s a polaroid of you, in your bedroom, smiling, sitting cross legged in your bed in pretty much the same outfit as you’re wearing now. one of your old t-shirts and cotton shorts. you wonder if he stole it from you. possibly? he took it last week after you bought some new film with the deal that if you let him take one, he’d buy you a new box. the next time you saw him he gave you three boxes of film. you didn’t mind the photo. you didn’t have any makeup on and your hair wasn’t done but bakugou clearly liked it enough to include in his line up of 15 photos.
you finish eating your sandwich in his office chair, staring at everything that makes bakugou katsuki. mostly work wise. achievements, his family, friends and you. just a single photo.
you throw the packaging in the bin and you don’t mean to, you swear but you just want to check if he’s got that new subscription service in his living room and you can finally watch that new series people have been talking about and—
bakugou comes home to you fast asleep on his sofa, wrapped in his new knitted blanket and his Heroes Weekly cover on the coffee table.
synopsis: (bakugou just wants you to let him into his world) knowing you're sleeping in his bed, bakugou visits you on his lunch break
tags: situationship au, pro hero!bakugou katsuki, phd student!reader, smut: (p in v, fingering(f), clit rubbing), fluffy, feelings, yearning bkg, reciprocation, emotionally constipated reader, more into how they got together
notes: this can be read as a standalone but this is part of my situationship bkg au GREYSCALE !! specifically this is part 2 to 360!
GREYSCALE MASTERLIST
it's 5am when bakugou picks you up from the club and after dropping all your friends home, he brings you back to his city skyscraper apartment. he helps you up the stairs because he doesn’t trust lifts which only ends up with him carrying you bridal style while you play with his hair, whispering about how fun tonight was. birds are chirping outside, the sun is coming up and he only has time to see you crawl out of the shower in one of his big t-shirts. he stares as you brush your teeth sleepily, leaning against the doorframe and handing you a towel.
he kisses you slow and soft, hand on your ass for a while. a long while. until you’re tapping his chest, “okay okay big boy. i gotta go to sleep and you have work!”
bakugou is thrilled knowing you’re sleeping in his bed right now. you’re tucked up safe and sound in his bed. part of him knows it’s stupid to be a little insecure of you in his space like you’ll finally find out how boring he really is. his plain white bedsheets and his bedroom is bare aside from a few books he has on a single shelf. he’s got no plants, no random things he’s collected, just his bed and his walk in closet a room over. he’s embarrassed for you to see how boring his way of life is, compared to your upbeat, life well lived room.
at lunch time, instead of eating in his office he drives back home to find you, a lump in his bedsheets, scrolling through your phone hungover as hell.
“look what my friend posted of me! i look stupid.”
that’s the first thing you say to him. no hello like you saw him two minutes ago. bakugou swipes the phone out of your hand, grinning like a madman at the familiarity of it all. the video is of you swaying your hips, admittedly drunk but it’s not a bad video at all. you look gorgeous, sexy, one with the music. he cringes inwardly at that thought but it’s true.
“you don’t at all. send that to me.” he hands you back your phone. you’ve got the covers up to your ears and you look miniature, just your head popping out, sunken into his goose feather pillows.
“i’m definitely not and your bed is insane. why don’t we spend more time here?” you drawl shutting your eyes slowly, “thank you for leaving out water and a tablet for me.”
“no problem, doll,” he drops the breakfast he got for you on his bedside table then he strips off his jeans so he can sit on the bed beside you. he begins to unwrap his sandwich.
“doll?” your laugh is smothered by the duvet, “that’s new?”
“you looked like one yesterday,” he says with a mouthful of bread, chicken and salad, “what do i have to do to get you lookin’ like that for me?”
you start blinking at him slowly like a purring cat, “we could go to a bar? i know you know fancy ones.”
bakugou doesn’t drink but he’s got friends that do. he can ask them.
“also i woke up to good reviews about you.”
he makes a noise of confusion, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“hah?”
“my friends liked you. said you were a gentleman. i said you’re not usually like that.”
his little plan worked. he was on his best behaviour, you weren’t completely lying here. opening the car door to let them out. not driving away until they were all inside. dropping everyone to their doors instead of the bus station, even when you were fast asleep in his car. kept the conversation light, let the girls chat amongst themselves and he was just happy to be there. even answering questions about his career and noticing how you were quieter than usual, listening intently throughout your slowly fading drunkenness.
“i am a gentleman. you just don’t let me be one to you.” he stuffs his face in his sandwich. then he points to the paper bag by your head. “i got you breakfast.”
“katsuki,” you whine, “you didn’t have to.”
he chuckles, “that’s what i mean.”
you sit up on your forearms, still looking like a bus just hit you. your hair's a mess, the neckline to the t-shirt you’re wearing has dropped over your shoulder and you’re doing this confused pout when you look around the room. bakugou thinks you’re insanely beautiful. like they grew you in a lab just for him or nicer, the gods in the heavens created you with him in mind.
“you haven’t kissed me. you just started eating your sandwich.”
bakugou’s chewing slow down, he’s only perched on his bed, not wanting to lay back on his pillow because he’s been outside in this t-shirt.
the pout is for him, that he needs to kiss you to make you feel better. this is where the lines blur between the play pretend relationship and something real. you guys both don’t just fuck when you’re bored. there’s more here that means something and he’s just waiting for you to realise.
“you wanna kiss from me?” bakugou asks, smirking slightly, using his tongue to get some lettuce out his back teeth.
it doesn’t turn you off, at all. it only makes you frown because you’re immediately not getting what you want.
“i just said that. no hello kiss like we usually do.”
bakugou’s smile becomes a million watts, “that’s cute as hell, doll.”
but he takes another bite of his sandwich despite. he wants to see how long it would take you to beg, to start whining and kicking your feet to get one from him. he rarely sees you somewhat vulnerable, hungover, craving physical touch and asking, or demanding really, for a kiss.
turns out it doesn’t take you long to give up completely. you flop back onto the bed, the memory foam catching you in a way your old ass mattress doesn’t. “fine. i have morning breath anyway.”
he’s sure you’re crossing your arms under the duvet, about to turn over to pull out your phone.
“wait, wait, wait. so fuckin’ impatient.” he mumbles, neatly tucking his sandwich back into the packaging to discard on his bedside table, grabbing one of his tissues to wipe his hands. you look at him with wide eyes, like you’re the sleeping beauty who needs a kiss to cure you of your hangover.
to your surprise but never disappointment, bakugou pulls off his t-shirt, leaving him in only his boxers. you sigh delightedly but, “why’d you take your top off? not that i’m complaining.”
“sounds like you are. i wore it outside, don’t want it touching my bedsheets,” he cages you under him as you shrug your arms out under the covers. he lays a kiss over your lips.
you smile immediately, closed lips, refusing to open your mouth.
bakugou’s handsome, painfully so. especially knowing he’s just done half a day of work whilst you’ve been asleep and he came back just to see you. it all overwhelms you a little, drives you crazy enough to beg him for a kiss. even if you did give up after asking twice.
it’s just a peck at first, your cheeks round and bakugou’s pulling away, to bite down on his lip. you love the scar in the centre of his chest. the size of his biceps as he hovers over you. your fingers rake through the hair on his nape and you wonder if he’s ever done anything wrong during your time together. but he could. is what the heartbroken you whispers at the back of your head.
“open your mouth for me. kiss me properly,” he breathes and you don’t care he’s got sandwich breath because yours is probably worse. he kisses along your jaw, in the meantime, your whole body warms up like you’re about to catch a fever.
“morning breath, ‘tsuki.” you’re already breathing heavy, especially when he dips down to nibble at your neck.
“y’really think i give a fuck?” he shoves the duvet off your body, just so he can sneak underneath. “c'mon, make my trip on my lunch break worthwhile.”
he sounds like a horny teenage jock off those american shows. it’s because you know he’s not serious, that your legs turn to jelly. his gravelly whisper as your legs wrap around his waist. you sharply exhale when he presses himself against the gusset of your panties. he’s half hard now but will definitely be at full mast with a single brush of your tongues.
everything about bakugou katsuki, the rich ass pro hero who for some reason puts up with you, is endearing. your breakfast beside you, dropping your friends home, needing to know what you’ll say to anyone that flirts with you.
it’s like a stupid roleplay, “how long’s your lunch break?”
he smirks, boyish, confident and enamoured, “i’m the boss. whenever i want.”
he can max do two hours with you realistically, he’s got a load of meetings today.
you hate how that turns you on.
“you win.”
your lips meet for the second time but apart, with enough space for bakugou to slide his tongue into your mouth. your moan is instant, arms wrapping around his neck to drag him as close as possible. your tongues brush, he sucks on yours. he twists his head slightly for a better angle and a grunt bursts out of him, an involuntary grind between your legs next.
your body is alight, electric bursting under your skin. just over some making out, half undressed in his sheets. but it’s because of katsuki why you get like this and you like him more than you care to admit.
“fuckin’ loved thinkin’ about you in my bed while i was workin’,” he says with his lips over yours, “you were safe, exactly where i left you.”
“course i would be,” you rock against him, grabbing his wrist by your head, “touch me. want to feel you.”
“touch you where?” he breathes against your neck, a kiss under your ear.
“don’t be mean,” you mewl, tightening your legs around his waist. “‘tsuki baby.”
that’s one of your usual tricks to make him do anything, a sweet little pet name that gives you the reaction you want, a thrust of his hard cock against your clit. bakugou’s the biggest you’ve ever been with, knows how to use it too. another reason why you can’t let him go.
“nah, tell me.”
you huff, “your fingers, inside me. rub my cunt.”
his smirk is cocky, a winner. “why didn’t you say the first time?”
but you’re rewarded swiftly, his large calloused hand sneaking under the covers and under your panties. “so wet. this for me?”
your exhales are already fluttering, hips jolting when he gathers the wetness from your hole and rubs it over your clit. you’re fixated when he pulls away from you for a second to spit on his fingers, keeping eye contact the whole time.
“you’re so annoying,” you mumble, because everything about him can be too much. too skilled with his hands, too attractive with his face and body. knowing exactly what to do and how long to make you wait.
“but you’re still here.”
with the added wetness, he rubs circles into you, finally allowing your body to just relax. your eyes shut and bakugou sits on his knees to drag his t-shirt to sit under your chin.
“all this waitin’ for me. no way i couldn’t come home early,”
“feels so good, ‘tsuki.” you say, rolling against his fingers.
then, you give him those eyes, your needy watery desperate ones, “i want your cock.”
bakugou’s been fucked since the day he saw your photos on that stupid dating app kaminari suggested him to download. he’s never cared for dating in his circle, or someone in the same tax bracket as him but this celebrity rich kid dating app only meant that. till it gave him you with the little detail that you’re working on your phd at the nearby university.
bakugou thinks he loves you, he’s never felt this way about anyone before. this incessant need to protect you, have you around him at all times. to want to know every detail about your life and be fully integrated. he needs to know why you don’t want him to be your boyfriend.
your palm runs down his chest, fingers dipping in every dip and curve, only stopping when you moan with the arch of your back.
“patience, baby.” he should be going back to work soon, he doesn’t even have time to be saying this to you.
“pull out your cock, let me see.”
he huffs like he’s irritated but he’s anything but. he shifts his weight to yank off his underwear, his cock slapping against his stomach, pre leaking onto his tanned skin.
you croon at the sight of him, always so beautiful. thick and long, a cock men would only dream of. with three veins along his shaft and you only get flashbacks of when it was in you less than fifteen hours ago.
“did you do what you told me last night?”
your mouth is salivating. you force yourself to look away from his crotch. your friends would say you're dickmatised right now. or maybe all time. the way you ran to bakugou when you saw his car pull up carries a month's worth of ‘i told you so’s from your friendship group. you have definitely downplayed how much you like this man.
“what?”
you reach forward to touch him and although he twitches, he slaps your hand off him.
“katsuki!”
he drags his fingers off your clit to slide two inside of you. already you’re bubbling in pleasure when he rubs against your walls, curls his fingers just where you like.
“you sent me a text that nobody spoke to you. did anyone try after that?”
you like that he believes you, that your text wasn’t a lie to make him feel better. it was true, it was early in the night so nobody had. but after…
it’s the insecurity that makes bakugou ask, that makes him sit at his desk in his office and wonder what you actually said to these guys.
“t-three guys,” you say quickly, rushing to get it out before another moan tumbles out. the wetness of your cunt is loud at this point, the gushing of his fingers inside of you, the squelch when he pulls out and thrusts in a third finger.
“yeah? what happened?” he sounds measured and controlled, looks it too, but bakugou’s heart races against his chest. he pinches your left nipple to get you to pay attention again.
“i wanna come, baby,” you plead, “please.”
“after my question. you can do it.”
you roll your eyes, locking your legs around his waist and trying to pull his cock closer to you. bakugou stays exactly where he is though, moving to no avail.
“they all just complimented me. said i was beautiful, if i liked the dj. then t-they asked if i was single— fuck,” he prods a sensitive spot. you want more, you want him, “i said i’m seeing someone. i t-told you i’d say that!”
“then they all fucked off? they didn’t try harder?”
he knows how iridescent you usually are, even when you fucking wake up in the morning, when you’re walking around your home in old joggers and a toothpaste stained tee. but he knows how men get once they see legs and breast. he knows how he got when he saw you like that before he dropped you off. paired with you drunk in your element, bakugou knows he’d be all over you.
“one did. i told him—,” you stop yourself, glancing away.
“what? tell me and i’ll let you come. fuck you how you want.”
you grit your teeth, “you’re so annoying, katsuki.”
“that’s okay with me, doll. you still want me anyway.” he's back circling your clit, puffy and so much more sensitive than before. “come on.”
“i said i had a b-boyfriend.”
bakugou’s a car engine and you just twisted the key. has him fisting his cock to angle into you.
“but you don’t have one, do you?”
that has you whipping back to him, but his attention is on sliding his cock slowly into your pussy. it’s a gargle of noises that come from you. moans and whines and words of confusion. your back arches in delight, hands grabbing touch any part of him. once he’s flush into you, bakugou grumbles a deep, “motherfucker.”
you’ve always been too intense for him, from the week of back and forth texts on the app to slightly ghosting him on the second week after he asked to take you out. you were funny in a way he doesn’t find in his friends, pretty in a way he thought was unbelievable and this was all through a screen. part of him was terrified to even meet you. he first offered to take you to a restaurant, a fancy steak and caviar one which you said no to after a few minutes. you googled the name of it and upon checking the prices, refused. then he offered a coffee date after your class and you reluctantly agreed.
“you lied to him, you don’t have a boyfriend,” he says between gritted teeth, beginning to start thrusting. his hands treat you with care, kneading your thighs but his hips move with sharp, precise finesse. he knows to angle himself exactly to hit your softness points, how to have you gushing around him.
you’re unsure what he’s getting at, why he’s doing this now, why you feel upset at the idea that it’s true. he’s not your boyfriend because you won’t let him be.
“no i don’t,” you whisper to him, “knees.”
he pushes your knees by your head so you’re in a mating press. everything’s deeper, more intense, your body yearning for a release.
he rocks into you. dick prodding everywhere that feels good, tucked warm in your walls.
“you’re so fuckin’ soft. you drive me insane all the goddamn time.”
you know you do. you see it in his face when you kiss him goodbye.
“when are you gonna let me in?” he moans, the sound of slapping skin and your merged wetness louder than his words. “i’d treat you better than the fuckers before.”
you know he would. that is what makes this worse.
“i’m going to come,” you warble, reaching down to touch your clit. “let me come.”
you’re both sweaty, overcome by emotion that bakugou wasn’t even planning on unleashing today. but being around you with his dick hard, he struggles to control what comes out his mouth.
“i want you so bad, doll.” more than sexually, more than this stupid purgatory you’ve got him stuck in.
you say it because it’s what you’re genuinely feeling. because you do want him, you want him so much that it scares you and only makes you imagine the feeling of it all falling apart.
“i want you too, katsuki. so much.”
your orgasm is unexpected even to you, shaking your body with an unconfined squeal. bakugou keeps rolling his hips, touching your clit because your fingers have gone tense. he can see the waves of pleasure shake you, your eyes closing to take it all in.
he thinks he understands what you mean. but still it’s not enough, he needs you all.
bakugou spills into you with a couple jolts, knees shaky and arms weak. he keeps going till he’s done, watching the shared liquids spill out of your pussy and around his cock.
bakugou pulls out and flops on the bed beside you, yanking off the duvet so he’s exposed to the cold air. his chest heaves like yours, staring at the ceiling blankly.
“how the hell am i goin’ back to work after that?”
you giggle beside him, rolling into his open arms and sniffing his armpit.
“you need a shower too.”
he scoffs, “so do you.”
you swat at his chest, “annoying.”
he’s mindful that he needs to clean you up, kiss anywhere he was particularly rough and head back to his agency. he can shower there.
though only thing racks his mind, “i know you know but i meant what i said.”
katsuki wants all of you.
“i know.” you exhale, “i meant what i said too.”
you want him too.
you reach up to give him a peck then stretch to grab a few tissues from his bedside table. he snatches them from your hand. “i can do that.”
he swipes between your legs then over your ass for good measure. he’s careful where you’re sensitive, kissing your thighs and pulling down the t-shirt you’ve got on.
“i’ve gotta go,” he grunts.
“can’t you just stay? you said you’re the boss.”
bakugou’s never had you like this. wanting more from him. he feels like a mouse following a line of cheese though he doesn’t know if it’s a trap or paradise at the end. are you toying him around or is he close to you becoming undone for him?
“got a mission soon baby, if i could i would.”
then he rolls back over you, rewarding you with kisses on your cheeks, forcing you to push him away when they get sloppy. “katsuki!”
you study every scar and beauty spot when he climbs out of bed. how he stretches and grumbles, “stop lookin’ at me.”
but you continue, especially when he pulls on his underwear then his jeans. you’re fixated when he tucks himself behind his zipper, and then his t-shirt last.
“you’re not showering?”
he grabs his half eaten sandwich, shrugging, “gonna shower at the office.”
you balk, “you’ve got a shower there?”
it won’t ever get old seeing you surprised by what he has, “'course baby. a sauna too.”
“wow!”
“i’ll show you when you’re free. give you a tour.” it’s as if he’s going to war. leaving his pretty lady to fend for herself in his luxury double shower head apartment.
“okay, ‘tsuki.” you smile softly, “text me.”
he smirks, chest full of butterflies, “you text me when you’re leavin’ or stay if you want.”
bakugou didn’t kiss you hello, but he remembers to kiss you goodbye. a hard peck on your lips with his hand at your jaw, “see you doll.”
“bye, bye.”
GREYSCALE MASTERLIST
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synopsis: (bakugou just wants you to let him into his world) bakugou’s got a question to ask you whilst you’re getting ready for the club
tags: situationship au, pro hero!bakugou katsuki, phd student!reader, suggestive, fade to black smut, flirty, feelings, always yearning bkg, reciprocation(?), emotionally constipated reader, yn smoking n drinking mention
notes: this can be read as a standalone but this is part of my situationship bkg masterlist GREYSCALE !! title because yn is a 360 party girl and these guys are just going in CIRCLES.
GREYSCALE MASTERLIST
bakugou katsuki is only here to drop off your keys that you left at his apartment the last time you were together. luckily, your roommate was home to let you in last time otherwise he would have driven all the way back to give them to you.
but that’s all bakugou is here for. this wasn’t a planned ‘hang out’ or his name scheduled on your calendar to work around your studies and part time job. though it is saturday and bakugou’s free tonight… he wouldn’t say no to a cuddle on the sofa with your arms wrapped around him, watching a shitty movie as he tries to drag details about your past out of you.
when you open the door to your… situationship, it’s times like these where bakugou even forgets you both have these unanswered bubbles above your heads. you place a hand on his neck, stretch on your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his mouth. it’s such a sweet welcoming kiss that his heart rattles against his ribcage. then you’re flattening your palms along the ironed shoulders of his plain white tee like it’s natural to look after him, even if it’s an excuse to feel him up. now, you’re chatting to him excitedly, in a way he’d find annoying if anyone else did.
it feels as if he’s been swept away in a sandstorm. unexpected, all at once and words spinning at him fast.
“thank you for dropping them off! i didn’t wanna wake up my roomie getting back late tonight.”
bakugou throws your keys in the little bowl you leave by the door till he realises what you said, then what you’re wearing. he definitely can’t make this an impromptu hangout, you’ve already got plans.
with this tiny denim mini skirt on, one that reveals your shiny legs and he’s sure that if you move too fast it’s gonna tug up and reveal your ass cheeks. bakugou grits his teeth.
then the top you’re wearing, this pretty patterned light piece that’s sleeveless and shows off your chest. your breasts are lifted and plush and he’s seen them bare so many times that he’s wondering how the hell you’ve got them like that. they’re also shiny, oil catching the light of the lamp and making them glisten. bakugou exhales out of his nose.
then when he really pays attention to your face, you look a little different, more enhanced. dark black eye makeup. smoky with a wing and it makes your eyes look sharper, intimidating, fuck… sexy. even your eyebrows are thicker and you’ve got this dark pink blush on the apples of your cheeks. it’s when he looks at your lips with this coloured gloss that bakugou feels like he’s crumbling away while his lower half tightens.
he’s never seen you dressed up. he’s taken you out on dates sure, but not dates that require you to dress like this. a casual restaurant usually. you both have been so casual that your relationship doesn’t really extend past your homes, unless it includes him dragging you to eat a rice bowl with him after you just had a long shift.
bakugou’s next breath is shaky, his hand combing through his hair, “where are you goin’?”
you smile, excitement clear in your face. “our favourite dj is playing in an event in the city. we got these early tickets months ago and it’s finally tonight.”
we being your nosy little friend group. “who’s the dj?”
you list one off to him and he nods, storing this information at the back of his head. maybe he could book this person for your birthday? fuck, maybe that’s too much.
bakugou’s hand drifts to your waist, he’s just about to comment on how you look but as he drags you in to press your body against his, you pipe up again.
“also, sorry to be a pain but do you think you could drop me off? the club is on your way home,” and you have the audacity to look shy when you ask, hooking your ring covered finger into his belt loop.
“course. you’re never a pain, c’mon now,” he grunts like you’re silly. then, with his finger running down the hem of your top, skimming the soft skin of your breasts, “i’ve never seen you dolled up before. y’look gorgeous.”
bakugou believes it’s a defense mechanism that you roll your eyes whenever he compliments you. like you refuse to acknowledge what his words actually mean to you. in fact, it’s his words that make you untangle from him with a squeeze of his bicep.
“thanks, i try sometimes,” you joke. you point to his shoes, “take these off and come with me.”
bakugou perches himself in your rocking chair in the corner of your bedroom because if anyone’s gonna have one of these old wooden things, it’s you. you once told him someone left it outside their house and you carried it all the way home. bakugou frowned and stated “that’s stealin’ babe," to which you laughed, “no, rich boy. people leave stuff they don’t want outside for anyone to pick up all the time.”
he’s lucky he even fits in the chair and it can hold his weight. he’s not allowed to sit on your bed with his outside jeans on. bakugou eyes the books on the table to his left— textbooks relevant to your phd, then your laptop, screen open but shut down.
“did you finish your presentation? want me to check it over?” you ask him to do that sometimes because he’s actually ‘smarter than you thought.’ your words, not his, usually said not meant to sound mean but it is just a little.
you’re cleaning your ears with a cotton bud, bouncing around your room like you’re in a rush. bakugou’s not sure why considering the event will probably finish at 6am.
“no, it’s okay. i’ve checked it so many times i could probably recite it backwards.”
he hums in response. he’d actually just like to see it, he enjoys learning about whatever topic you’re currently studying. but now he’s between education and looking at you pulling off your top and holding up another one.
“‘tsuki, which is better? this one or the last one?”
you’ve got a padded push up bra on. that’s the only reason why he can reason why your breasts look like that. it’s enough for him to want to stroke one out, right here in someone’s dead grandfather’s chair while you rummage through your drawers. he blinks.
“your tits look fuckin’ insane, baby.”
a word he saves for when nobody has clothes on, when you’re whining in his neck, ass cheeks slapping onto his thighs. it means you know how he’s feeling immediately. your eyes drift to his jeans, which is tented just enough to be noticed.
“katsuki! pay attention. which one do you prefer?”
“try that one on f’me.”
you do, shuffling the top on as to not mess up your face or hair. you don’t want to be his girlfriend, you’re not ready or some shit. but he gets some taste of the lifestyle with you. like you checking yourself out in the mirror, pouting unsure. then you walking over to him so he gets a better look.
but you being closer means another chance to touch, his large palm drifting up your thigh and pinching the bottom of your ass. you yelp, swatting his hand away but he only takes that as a chance to link your fingers, swinging your hands back and forth.
bakugou ignores your question, cocking his head to the side. your skin heats under his piercing gaze, staring at you from top to bottom.
“when people talk to you tonight, are you gonna say you’re single?”
you know that whatever this thing is you have with bakugou katsuki will last until he gets tired of your bullshit. your cutting around the corners, avoiding certain topics. it’s in this moment that you realise usually he’s good at ignoring the elephant in the room until jealousy and possession appears. the possibility of someone taking his place.
you can’t even imagine someone else being who he is to you. even though you’re scared of letting him that power, giving yourself to him completely. it feels as if you’re still in that grey area where he can leave now with no strings attached. but it’s all false, there’s so many red strings connecting you both, so many that soon someone’s going to get strangled.
“who says anyone’s going to talk to me?”
bakugou’s sat like he owns the building, legs spread and arms on both rests. what’s worse is that he could afford your building if he wanted. it’s a goddamn wooden rocking chair he’s sitting on and yet it looks like a throne under him. ever the guy to leave his house with only his phone, keys and lip balm. donned in a simple white tee and black jeans. your attraction to bakugou is above physicalities at this point but oh, the physicalities. he’s gorgeous with his eyes in suspicious slits, a new scar across his eyebrow and now a hand coming to grab your thigh so you sit on his lap. your skirt is so short that you both know your underwear is completely visible to him.
“maybe if they’re fuckin’ blind they won’t. don’t play dumb with me.”
you’re perched on him, still holding his hand. it’s intimate in a way that scares you. especially when he levels you with a stare that demands honesty, like you’re holding his heart in your hands, depending on your answer.
you huff, looking at your magazine rack on your shelf. he left one in your bedroom when he was here last week. it’s a men’s health one and you’ve got no business having a men’s health magazine but the man himself was on the cover. smirking, shirtless holding a sparkler between his fingers. you love the image but you hate that the world has seen him how you see him. not that he holds sparklers in your room but smirking and half naked? that’s your katsuki. this part of bakugou’s fame, while you barely have 300 followers on instagram, is odd and very new. anyway, you tucked it behind a magazine cover of your favourite singer when you knew he was on his way.
“i… i won’t say i’m single.” you say under your breath, finally meeting his eyes.
bakugou hums like you gave the correct answer. it’s rare you get him like this, so sure of himself, almost cocky with it. he scoots you by your ass further down his legs. then he places his free hand on your hip, his fingers spread to squeeze.
“what’re you gonna say?”
“i’m seeing someone. which i am… you.”
his smirk resembles the one on the magazine, resting his head back on the chair and peering down at you through his dark lashes. he rewards you by dragging you to his lips with a peck that slowly turns into your tongues brushing against each other and him sticking his down your throat.
he keeps it slow on purpose to taunt you, you know this, but still you lean into it. your head tilts and you’re grabbing the top of the chair right by his head as he slouches, right before you know it, lustful wet kisses become you grinding on his crotch.
“that was the right answer, baby.” he groans between kisses, grabbing your hips for stability with every rock of your hips.
“you wouldn’t have let me out of your sight if i said anything else.”
he chuckles, deep and gravelly, “damn right.”
after a quick fondle and three orgasms between you both later, bakugou demands you change your jacket to your warmer winter one.
“but this one is cute! some would even say cun—,”
“you’re gonna freeze.”
“i’m not paying for the cloakroom and you’re dropping me off so i’m not even gonna be outside.”
bakugou squints his eyes at you, crosses his arms over his chest. he’s standing at your front door like a bodyguard and you don’t have vip access.
“you’re the one standing here in a t-shirt!”
“you’re tellin’ me you have no cigs in your bag? you’re not gonna be in the smokin’ area?”
god forbid a girl likes a cigarette in one hand, a drink in another and good music in the back. you fling your head back in a groan.
“stop knowing everything!” you snatch your keys to plop in your bag and bakugou grins like a maniac. he likes the idea of knowing everything about you.
“puffer jacket, baby. if i was insane i’ll tell you to put jeans on to keep warm but i love your legs too much to say that.”
especially when they were over his shoulders a second ago.
“then you should also know you can’t tell me what to wear,” you huff, “i’m keeping this jacket. you can pick me up after if you care so much about me being warm.”
bakugou plops on your chair to tug his boots on. he feels like he won with that response, “i can pick you up after. just text me.”
he sounds so final. as if it’s a fact that he will be there.
“oh… i didn’t mean that seriously,” you mumble but he’s already up, kissing the corner of your lips because you just touched up your makeup. you look like a doll, showing more skin than clothed while he looks like he’s about to strip and head to bed any moment now. doesn’t he wake up at stupid o’ clock? he’d be dropping you back home and then heading straight to work.
“i did,” he swings open your front door, letting you scoot out first with a pat on your ass. you’ve got away with your little jacket. “text me when you’re almost done. i’ll drop your friends home too if they want.”
he’s might be pushing the limits here, an inch further into your life. making himself useful so everyone likes him more. maybe if he gets your friends on his side, you will follow after. first impressions, right?
“i’ll see, katsuki. we usually just get the bus.”
you sound blunt but you slip your hand into his when he shuts the door to your apartment.
“stop fuckin’ with me. i’ll pick you up,” he lets go of your hand so his left holds your left across his body and he can swing an arm around your shoulders, “by the way, where’s your roommate?”
you’re overwhelmed with his affection, though you can’t say you hate it. not at all. you inhale his scent, worn and tired after a long day at work. part of you considers turning back and cuddling this hunk of a man into your creaky old sofa.
“i think she’s with that guy she went on a date with? she only comes over to get more clothes. means i’m gonna have the apartment for myself for a while.”
you’re grinning up at him, flirtatious with your long lashes as he walks you out your building. despite everything, bakugou still burns at the fact he’s not officially yours.
“we’re gonna have a marathon. we don’t have her tellin’ us to shut the fuck up.”
your gasp turns into bubbles of laughter as he opens the door to his black porsche.
“so inappropriate.”
“movie marathon, babe.”
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✨Synopsis: After a night of clubbing for NYE with your girlfriend Semiu, your private celebration is unexpectedly (but not unpleasantly) interrupted by Enjin, one of Semiu’s best friends…who also happens to be the same man that you feel a growing attraction to. But you would never ever act on this attraction because of how much you love Semiu. Lucky for you, your woman is just as freaky as you are and has no problem sharing you with her freaky ass friend to ring in the new year for all of you.
✨Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Modern AU; Black-Coded!Reader Partying/Clubbing w/ Semiu on NYE; Secret Crush; Alcohol Consumption; Drunk Sex; Blindfolding; Surprise Threesome; NYE Sex; Three Way Kissing; G-Strings/Thongs; Spanking; Daddy Kink; Switchy!Semiu x Dom!Enjin x Sub!Reader; Girl on Girl; Spitting; Pussy Eating; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Dick Piercing; Nipple Piercings; Daisy Chain; DP; Sex w/ Strap-On; Riding; Reader Cums 2x; Creampie; Facials; Cum on Tits
✨Word Count: 10.2k
✨Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
✨Writer's Note: Um....idk how we made it to literally 10 thousand fucking words lmaooo. But HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I'm so excited to see what this new year brings for all of us! I wanted to gift y'all with something new. I'm obsessed with "Gachiakuta" & I need Enjin in my bed. Enjoy!! Be safe!! -Jazz
✨Credits: Divider by @cursed-carmine
“3…2….1…Happy New Year!”
The cheers of a brand new year officially being rung in explode throughout the first, second, and third floors of the nightclub, the ceiling exploding with shining, gold confetti and streamers that fall down onto you and your beautiful girlfriend.
You giggle as you wrap your arms around her neck, earning her muscular arms to twine around your waist, her hands laying on your ass in your skin-tight, gold wrap dress.
“Happy New Year, baby,” you coo into her ear, pressing a kiss sticky with lipgloss to her cheek.
She smiles at you from behind her big, circle-shaped glasses, her brown-gold toned eyes, filled with adoration and love, locking onto yours. “It’s always a happy new year with you, baby girl,” she whispers back. “I can’t wait to spend another one with you.” She cups your chin in her slender hand and kisses you deeply, passionately, among the commotion and celebration on the dance floor around you.
You softly moan, your toes curling in your heels as the taste of chocolate vodka on her tongue from too many shots. She then pulls away, her tongue dragging across your bottom lip. She moves lower, pressing a kiss to her jawline that gives you shivers. “And celebrate it too,” she purrs, her bottom lip dragging across your neck.
A hot wave of arousal washes over you, her kisses, the scent of her perfume, and the fact that she looks so damn good in her bodycon black dress, highlighting her muscular body and toned ass, making you throb combined with the alcohol you consumed earlier for your club romp. “Semiu,” you warn her, a giggle in your voice. “You know we’re still in public. And people are watching us.”
Semi tsks, clucking her tongue along the roof of her mouth as her kisses continue, making you moan. “So? That ain’t never stopped you before.”
You flush at her words, remembering all of those time she’s fingered you on the dance floor and you’ve eaten her out in public bathrooms after too many tequila shots at the club. She pulls away to give you a mischievous look that twinkles in those damn owl-like eyes, so attractive and alluring. “Let ‘em watch. Those drunk finance bros are gettin’ more than their dicks ever will right now.”
She spares the men a few feet away from you a glance, all of them in fancy designer wear and ogling you both down like you’re dessert plates. You giggle, hugging your girlfriend close, snuggling your nose into the crook of her neck and shoulder, not caring if you ruin your makeup.
You had every intention of fucking up your makeup and hair tonight before you left the house, wanting a NYE of nothing but dancing, drinking, and fucking with your girlfriend back at your shared apartment. It is what you’ve been looking forward to all week after hard work and chugging along to earn more money before the new year hits.
And now here you are, swaying with your girlfriend of four years, still so in love and lustful for each other, under the flashing strobelights in a crowded nightclub. You’ve never been happier, feeling so giddy and full of warmth that you smile (also from the effects of the alcohol creeping up on you). Suddenly, the familiar beat of your favorite Megan Thee Stallion song begins to play and Semiu giggles as you gasp, your eyes growing wide and your mouth dropping open. “It’s your song, baby!” she laughs. “C’mon, dance with me.”
She pulls you into her, already grinding her hips into yours, both of you stuck together like your skin is slick with glue. You can smell the rose-scented perfume and the scent of vodka wafting off of her, making the throb in your lower core intensify.
Need courses through your veins like liquid fire, all for the beautiful girl with the beautiful brown skin, light pink, short cropped hair, and lickable muscles standing before you. She takes you by the waist and whisks you around, pressing your back to her front, making you push your ass against her.
The music and the vodka take over, making your body talk as hers talks back, hands gliding up your sides and coming around to massage your tits through your dress. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, enjoying your girlfriend’s hands rubbing all over your body and the music bumping from the overhead speakers. The world feels so nice and sparkly. Everyone is sexy to you, including your girlfriend. You feel delicious, wanting nothing more than to take Semiu to a hotel or bathroom and–
“Enjin!” Semiu suddenly shouts. “Over here!” Your eyes open out of your daze just in time to the ridiculously tall and attractive blonde standing a couple yards away in the crowd of people on the dancefloor.
Enjin is hard to miss–he stands at six-foot something, way taller than you and Semiu combined, with a crop of streaked blonde hair, buzzcut at the sides and the rest sticking up in crazy waves at the top of his head, with eyes framed with black lashes that remind you of a cat’s and an easy, confident smirk where you can tell this motherfucker knows people are watching him and he loves every minute of it.
All eyes, including yours, are on him as he slides through the crowd with his tall, sexy self, his neck and arms roped in those intricate red and black tattoos vibrant against his tanned skin. His gages glisten under the lights the same as the black diamond chains hanging from his thick, inked neck. He chose a simple oversized black tee, jeans, and boots for tonight’s festivities, but he still looks like a model.
It’s no secre to anyone that Enjin, Semi’s one of longtime friends, is sexy as fuck. Even to you. You’ve had this weird thing for Enjin for quite awhile now.
You’re not sure when it started, but all you remember is that you started thinking his voice is so pretty and how good he looks in his oversized clothes…and then feeling immense guilt for it. Enjin is a good friend of Semiu’s and you’d never want to ruin their friendship or your love with Semiu over these stupid attractions for another. So you’ve always passed it off as a silly crush and left it alone.
But that doesn’t stop you from flushing when he lets those pet names slip, platonically calling you “sweetie”, “babe” and “mama” like he does Semiu.
That doesn’t stop you from checking out his side profile when no one is watching.
And that doesn’t stop you from growing hot and tingly when he draws nearer until he’s finally standing in front of you, the lights illuminating his handsome face. “Well, shit,” he chuckles. “Funny runnin’ into you two cuties. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He puts on that crooked, sultry, signature smile that makes your insides flip over. Semiu shrugs, planting a hand on hip as she smirks up at him. “Just outside celebratin’ the new year. For you, this is just an ordinary night.”
Enjin laughs, putting his ringed hands up in mock defense, his black nail polish glistening in the lights. “Guilty as charged. Hey, where’s my New Year’s kiss at?! I know this cold ass bitch ain’t gonna do it.”
He gives Semiu a playful smirk, always toying with her when it comes to you. It works, earning him a sharp glare. “Watch it, fool. That’s still my girl.” But you place a comforting hand on her toned arm. “It’s okay, baby,” you reassure her before turning to Enjin with a smile. “I’ll give ya one, Enjin, but be nice to your friends.”
He grins, nodding, and stoops down to reach your short height. You give him a peck on the cheek, leaving a ring of red, ssticky lipgloss there. You place a hand on his broad shoulder, your lips at his ear, the scent of his cologne tempting your nostrils. “Happy New Year,” you whisper.
When he pulls away, he is blushing, his cheeks tinged pink. “Mmm, definitely,” he sighs with a smile. He turns to Semiu with a shit-eating grin, but she gives him nothing but a steely stare. “C’mon, Semiu, seriously?! Nothin’?!” She shrugs, arms crossed over her chest. “I’ll give ya one then!” he cackles. “Both of you cuties get some!”
He snatches both of you up into his arms, lifting you and Semiu up with ease. He plants a big kiss on each of your cheeks, making a big, dramatic “Mwah!” sound as he does.
Semiu grunts, a smile stretching across her face. “Enjin, put me down!” she shouts while you squeal in his hold. He continues to pepper your faces in kisses, hugging you to his broad chest. You place a hand there, unfortunately causing your stomach to explode with butterflies. God, he’s so toned! And so, so big! You’ve never felt so drawfed by a man before and felt so safe from it.
Semiu shoves his face away from hers, squealing. “Alright, alright, drunkie,” she tuts, playfully swatting him away. “That’s enough. Can’t have to droolin’ on my dress.” Enjin chuckles, placing the both of you down onto the floor. “Oh, no, we wouldn’t want that,” he slyly agrees. “So what’s up with y’all tonight? You goin’ to another club after this?”
You shake your head, fixing your dress so it isn’t riding up on your thighs. You don’t miss Enjin’s eyes on your legs, but you don’t mention it. “Nah, we’re gonna head home. I get too scared on the road after midnight and Semiu can’t see real well.”
Enjin’s golden eyes, reminding you of two topaz gems, flit to Semiu, his eyebrow raised. “You’re drivin’?” he asks, surprised.
“Hell no!” she scoffs, scrunching her face up. “She meant I can’t see, period. These aren’t my nighttime glasses.”
Enjin huffs, obviously disappointed, but raises his arms wide as if to embrace you again. “Well, share a shot for the road with me least. C’mon, I just got here!” You can tell he pregamed before he got here, his eyes slightly unfocused and his smile a bit sloppy, but you’re sure he’s better off than you are.
You and Semiu decide to take Enjin up on his offer and let him buy you some Patron shots. You try not to let the fact that he can afford such expensive alcohol turn you on as he passes you a shot glass filled with the clear liquid. He raises his shot glass high in his big hand, smiling. “Cheers to a new year,” he announces before clinking his shot with yours and Semiu’s. “Bottoms up, ladies.”
You drink at the same time as your girlfriend and her friend, letting the tequila slide down your throat. You cough at the sharp burn in your throat, but once the warmth hits, you’re giggling and wobbly, nearly falling into Enjin’s side. “Whoops,” he murmurs, encircling a careful arm around your waist. “Careful now, ma. You’ll hurt yourself.”
You make the mistake of looking up at him to thank him for his rescue, melting at his devastatingly good looks and striking eyes. Your eyes flit to his lips, so plump and lush, slightly parted to reveal the sliver of his silver tongue piercing. His hand stays at your waist, secure and distracting.
Semiu comes in to break the spell, taking you from Enjin. “Oooh, someone’s drunk,” she giggles. “Lemme get her ass home before she passes out. You be careful, ya hear?” You don’t miss the mischievous look he throws Semiu or how he takes his sweet time letting you go. “Sure thing, boss. I’ll see you two later~”
You bid him farewell as Semiu wraps you up in her arm and securely walks you towards the exit to grab your coats. “Later?” you murmur, eyeing her curiously. “What’s he mean, babe?”
Semiu looks at you questionably before she huffs with a chuckle. “Oh, that’s just Enjin for ya. He probably meant later in the new year or somethin’. C’mon, let’s get that Uber before the block gets too hot.”
You take her answer for what it is and continue to try to walk normally, figuring that this is last time you’ll see Enjin tonight. But when you turn to look at the tall, hot blonde, you see him already looking at you from the bar, just as he’s approached by two girls.
And he shoots you a wink.
***************
When you finally get inside your dark, quiet apartment with Semiu, you have no intentions of sleeping.
You’re pinned against the wall and her lips are locked on yours as soon as the door is opened.
She smiles into the kiss as your hands roam all over her muscular body, ripping her fur coat off and letting it fall to the ground. “Mmmm,” she moans, her hands toying with the zipper to the front of your coat. “I thought you wanted to go to bed.”
You shake your head as you quickly shed the coat, wanting to be skin to skin with her. “Not after that card ride. I fuckin’ need you.” You cup her gorgeous face in your hands and kiss her again, your lips moving sloppily against each other, sticky and feverish.
Your blossoming arousal has everything to do with your girlfriend becoming handsy with you in the car ride over. You took an Uber and the whole time in the backseat, Semiu had her hands roaming under your dress to cup your ass, squeezing it the way you like, as her lips toyed with your neck and suckled on the tops of your titties popping out of your dress. She knew exactly how to rile you up, smirking at your neediness now. “So needy for me. I like that.”
She takes your hands from face and holds them in hers, her acrylic nails so shiny and sparkly for the new year celebration tonight. “Come here,” she giggles. “On the couch with me, right where you belong.” She pulls you over to the couch sitting in front of the floor to ceiling window overlooking the night sky and city lights. The window where you’ve had sex in front of many times before.
Semiu’s expression is sultry and adoring as she drags you over to the couch, sitting down while you stand between her muscular, thick thighs, her brown skin illuminated by the twinkling city lights outside. “You know, every guy in there wanted a piece of you. I caught some looks from the girls too. You were stunning tonight.” Her hands drag over your hips and sides, drinking in your body in your dress. “Thank you, baby,” you shyly reply. “You looked just as good.”
She smiles up at you, humming in agreement. “I know. Lucky us, we belong to each other.” Your heart flutters at her words as she leans up to kiss you, capturing your lips in another seering kiss. Her hands hike up your dress over your hips, exposing the lace thong you’re wearing underneath. She hums in enjoyment at the sight, kissing your stomach as her hands glide over your thighs.
“Fuck, Semiu,” you moan. “I need you so bad. Go lower please.” You can feel yourself soaking your panties, needing so badly for her to tear them off of you and put her tongue between your thighs.
But your girlfriend is a fucking tease and she smiles at you, loving how she’s able to make you so slutty and needy with just one touch and a kiss. “Hang on. I wanna try something.”
You quirk an eyebrow at her, your blood hot with excitement. You and Semiu are a freaky ass couple, known to explore different things in the bedroom. You wanna bring toys in? She’s all with it. You wanna be choked and slapped? She’s doing it for you. You’ve got a Mommy kink? She’ll act it out for you. “I wanted to get a little kinkier tonight, if that’s cool with you.”
She reaches across for one of the pillows and retrieves a little black box from behind it. When she opens it, you find a red blindfold inside. You giggle, feeling your pussy throb at the little cloth. You and your girl are no stranger to sensory play, often blindfolding each other and teasing each other in the bedroom.
“Sure,” you giggle. “Sounds fun. Just don’t stab me.” She chuckles, giving your ass a smack. “I’ve got somethin’ I can for sure poke you with, but you wouldn’t complain.”
You shiver at her sultry, dirty words before sitting down and allowing her to wrap the blindfold around your face, cloaking your eyes in darkness. You can’t see a thing now. You shiver as her hands glide down your thighs and you feel her kneel between your legs, splitting your knees apart. You moan as she begins kissing your inner thighs, leaving your skin sticky from her lipgloss, and then flush at her little gasp.
“So wet!” she tsks. “What a naughty slut I’ve got. And in a little thong? You could’ve flashed the whole damn club.”
SMACK!
You whine in pleasure as she gives your pussy a smack, making your clit throb. “I-I did it for you!” you stammer. “No one else!” Semiu hums in satisfaction, kissing the spot where your panties have grown wet. “Good girl. Let’s see if I can make that pussy wetter for me.”
She then pulls your panties off of your ankles, leaving your heels on, and proceeds to eat you out the only way she can. You gasp as you feel her soft lips and wet tongue caressing your wet inner folds, prying you open and making you gush. “Oh, shit,” you moan. “Mmm, Semiu, yes!”
Semiu moans into your little hole, the vibrations coursing through your body, making you shiver and shake for her. She then pauses and takes her lips away from you, making you whimper with desperation. “Semiu, baby, please,” you whine. “Don’t tease me. Give me your mouth again.”
And she does, putting those sweet, thick, juicy lips back on your pussy where she proceeds to gently suckle on your clit. “Fuck, Semiu, your lips feel so good!” you moan, pushing your hips out for more, your hands massaging your tits.
“Thanks, cutie,” Enjin replies. “But I’m not Semiu. Sorry to disappoint ya.”
Wait…Enjin?!
You squeak, scrambling away to the end of the couch. You then rip the blindfold up to see the tall blonde kneeling there alongside your girlfriend, a lazy smile on his face. “Da fuck?!” you shout, hugging your knees to your chest. “W-What are you…how are you here?!”
Enjin quickly plants his big hands on your arms, calming you. “Whoa, cutie! Relax before you give yourself a heart attack!”
You slow your breathing though you are still utterly confused and horrified. How long has he been here? Did he see Semiu eating your pussy? Did he just eat your pussy?!
“Since you asked, Zanka dropped me off…and your girl invited me here.” He cuts a knowing look at Semiu, smiling. “Said she wanted to give you what you’ve always wanted tonight.” He then comes to sit next to you on the couch, widening those muscular thighs as he does and drapes an arm over the back of the couch to encircle your neck.
“What I’ve always wanted?” you parrot. He smiles at you, those eyes twinkling with mirth. “A threesome, silly girl!” he chuckles. “Semiu here told me how freaky you are. How much you love watchin’ that shit when you’re alone.”
You flush at his words, realizing that you’ve been caught. You only just started watching threesome porn awhile ago, having stumbled upon a video of two girls and a guy, both of them hot.
You never came harder in your life envisioning the actors as yourself, Semiu, and another hot guy, enraptured in pleasure on a couch or in a comfortable bed. Did Semiu somehow see your browser history without you knowing?
She comes to sit next to you too, trapping you between her and Enjin’s bodies on the couch, and places a hand on your knee. “We’d been talkin’ about spicing things up in the bedroom and I saw your browser open on your phone one day,” she explains, trailing her hand up and down your thigh. “I couldn’t figure out who’d be the perfect third piece for us at first…but then I found him.”
Enjin scoots closer to you, drawing a hand up to your lowerback. “Me,” he whispers. “The man of your dreams, baby.” You shiver at his touch, the mingling scents of his cologne and Semiu’s perfume making you insane.
Semiu leans in, dragging your lips across your ear as Enjin busies himself playing with the locks of your hair. “I’ve seen the hot, needy, slutty looks you’d give him when you thought no one was watching. The way you’d eye fuck him from across the room…”
A lump forms in your throat as a hot wash of panic washes over you, making you swallow hard. So she does know. “S-Semiu,” you stammer. But she just laughs, shaking her head at you. “Baby, it’s fine! It ain’t like you fucked him behind my back. Plus, we used to fuck around too before you and I started dating.”
She shoots a secretive look at Enjin, making him chuckle in a sultry way that makes you tingle. It’s news to you that your girlfriend and her friend used to fuck before you dated, but you find that the newfound information makes you wetter than you were initially.
“Despite how much we bicker and banter, I trust him more than anyone else in the world.” Semiu gives you a soft look, deep with love and intimacy. “So I trust him with you. He understands that you’re mine and he has the privilege of sharin’ you tonight.” She gives Enjin a sharp look and he nods, never losing that smile or that easiness that makes him so attractive. He makes you feel safe. “Absolutely. I’ve never been more honored.”
He then places a hand on top of yours, making you swallow hard. “So what do ya say, pretty girl?” he asks in his thick, silky voice. “You wanna give this a try?”
His chosen pet name sets you on fire along with those thick, inked fingers tracing shapes along your arm, making it so hard to think. But you don’t need a lot of brain power to agree to be shared between a hot girl and an even hotter guy. “Sure,” you giggle, albeit nervously, your body tingling all over. “Uh…how do we…start?”
Both of the eye candies sitting on your couch grin, excited to hear your agreement to this. “Well, safety first is first,” Semiu says. “We need words and all that if you ever feel uncomfortable. Your choice.” You pause, thinking about a good safeword. Something that you would never yell during sex. “Uh…Jabber?” you decide.
“Ew,” Semiu groans while Enjin tosses his head back and laughs. “Fine then, but he better not pop up if you say it.”
You giggle, glad that your choice managed to ease the tension and awkwardness. It’s not ever day you agree to fuck your girlfriend and her friend together at the same time. “Now what is it you like sex wise?” Enjin asks, curiously cocking his head at you. “Kinks? Fetishes? What gets you off?”
Something about his question, his curiosity and want to know your sexual interests, makes your nipples harden and your pussy gush. It’s the same question your girlfriend asked you when you first started having sex. “W-Well, you softly stammer. “I like kissing.”
Enjin adoringly coos at you, loving that answer with all his heart. “Whatever you want, baby. Kissing it is then.” He takes a tentative hold of your chin, cupping your face in his big palm. “I’ve been dyin’ to see how those lips taste.”
His eyes grow softer, rounder, before he leans in and gently shuts them as his lips press against yours. The kiss starts tentative and careful at first as he figures you out, but then it gets hotter. Deeper. More enticing as Enjin’s lips fit against yours, his pierced tongue sliding along your bottom lip.
Semiu watches from beside you, softly humming in enjoyment at the sight. “Take your time, Jin. My baby likes it real nice and slow.”
He does just that, cupping your cheek to mold his lips with yours, his tongue swirling against yours in a heated, drunken dance. His kiss is dizzying, making your mind go blank and your hands wander to his chest the way you wanted to do at the club.
When he finally pulls away, his breathing is heavy and his eyes are dark with lust. “You taste so fuckin’ good. Even better than I imagined.” Your chew on your wobbly bottom lip as your pussy grows a heartbreat, throbbing insistently between your legs. “You too.”
“I’m startin’ to feel left out,” Semiu tuts, scooting in closer to you. You are practically squeezed between her and Enjin now, but you’ve never wanted anything more. Enjin smirks, crooking a finger at her in a ‘come hither’ motion. “C’mere then. Nobody ever said three people can’t kiss.”
You’re practically creaming by the time you get both Enjin and Semiu’s lips on yours, all of you sharing soft moans and spit with each other as your tongues and lips caress one another. It is by far the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced, making hot waves of arousal roll through you.
Semiu then pulls away, her eyes hooded, as Enjin continues to kiss you, traveling down to your throat and collarbone. “Show him those tits, babe,” she whispers in your ear. “He’s good with his mouth.” You let her peel the sleeves to your dress down your shoulders to show off your strapless bra. She unhooks that from the front, exposing your tits and hard, brown nipples to Enjin.
“Shit,” he hisses, running a hand over his face as if he can’t believe his eyes. “Look at you. I don't know whose tits are more perfect: yours or Semiu’s.” He looks between the two of you, silently judging, and then deciding, “It’s a tie.”
You turn to find Semiu out of her dress too, having unzipped it from the back to reveal her beautiful tits and dark brown nipples, each pierced with silver balls to make her nipples a lot more sensitive. “Mmm-hmm, it better be. Now put that mouth to work, mister.”
Enjin smirks and pulls you closer, dipping his head low to suckle on your nipples. He alternates between massaging your tits and sucking on them, focusing on one or the other. You gasp, sparks of pleasure exploding through your body the more his tongue and hands move across your soft tits.
“Oh,” you moan, your fingers tangled in his blonde hair. “Fuck, Enjin, that’s good.”
He looks up at you from your chest, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah?” he teases. “This tongue always seems to do the trick, right, Semiu?” He turns to her, salaciously wiggling his tongue piercing at her.
She whacks him with a pillow, making you giggle, before going back to massaging her tits the way she was watching Enjin suck on yours. “Focus on her right now, douchebag,” she replies. “I brought you here to please her, not tease me.”
Enjin just smirks, knowing that she’s full of shit. “Uh-uh. Whatever you say.” He then puts one of your hard peaks between his teeth, gently nibbling on it. The graze of his teeth makes you buck and moan, the slight pain minglign with the hot pleasure.
“Oh, fuck!” you gasp, pleasure coursing through your body in hot tendrils. “Keep going! T-That’s so…ah!” Your sounds only grow louder and more intense when you feel Enjin’s hand slide down to cup your hot, dripping pussy in his palm. “God,” he groans. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy.”
Your hand glides over his cock, stroking him through his pants, unable to stop itself from touching him. Enjin chuckles against your breast, pulling away from your nipple, leaving a trail of spit in his wake. “You want this?” he asks, giving you a lazy smirk that makes your insides flip. “Is that what you’re askin’ for?”
He places his hand on top of yours, making you stroke his bulge more through his pants. “Use your words, baby. Tell him what you want.”
You turn to look at her, seeing the molten lust glistening in her eyes. Then you turn to Enjin, seeing the same. You let yourself feel your arousal ten fold, making you somewhat of a fiend for more. “I want you naked,” you whisper. “Both of you.”
Enjin grins at both of you, flashing those pearly whites. “That can be arranged, but only if you strip too. As good as you look in that dress, I’d rather see it on the floor.”
Together, you both begin to strip. You watch hungrily as Enjin takes off his shirts and pants, kicking off his boots too. He leaves himself in only his polo socks and briefs, a large tent protruding from beneath it. You can tell he is big, his cock stopping just short of his inner thigh.
You can’t help but admire his body once he’s completely bare, his clothes now tossed on the floor. Enjin is buff, having his fair share of impressive muscles–nothing but abs, biceps, and muscular, thick thighs that look like they could all be carved from stone. Tanned skin inked in tattoos stretch across his muscles, glowing in the city lights that adorns his nipples that your mouth waters to suck.
You stand and strip the rest of your dress, leaving yourself bare in only your heels. You are totally naked and at the mercy of the man sitting in front of you. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Semiu, you’re one lucky girl.” Semiu giggles from beside you, standing from the couch to join you. “I know I am.”
Enjin pulls you over to him by your wrist, making you stand between his muscular thighs. “And I’m one lucky bastard to get two hot chicks tonight.” His eyes trail down to your naked mound, his mouth watering at the sight of your pussy. “You were just walkin’ around like that at the club?” he breathlessly asks. “No panties?”
Semiu laughs, shaking her head from behind you. “No, but she had on a thong. Didn’t I tell you my girl can be a slut?” she giggles. “She ain’t the only one though.” She gives you and Enjin a sexy smirk as she slides her dress up her thighs, revealing the G-string underneath. As she turns around to show it off, Enjin hisses out, “Shit!” at the sight of her plump, firm ass squeezed between the G-string.
Semiu turns to face you, wrapping her arms around your naked waist. “Go on, baby girl: bend over and show our guest what else you’ve got for him.” Slowly, you go to the couch and bend over for Enjin over the back of the couch. There, nestled between your asscheeks and embedded in your asshole, is a tiny butplug that’s been nestled there since the beginning of the night. “Oh, my God,” Enjin groans as if he sees the man himself. “You two are fuckin’ perfect.”
SMACK!
You moan, the sharp pain making your pussy throb. Enjin chuckles, gently massagint the sting from your asscheeks, wetting it with sloppy kisses. “Don’t think you don’t get one too, Miu.”
SMACK!
“Ow!” she gasps, gaping at Enjin from her stance. “Dammit, Enjin, at least ask me first!”
He just cackles, ever the evil motherfucker. “Don’t pretend you don’t like that shit.” She glares at him as she goes to saunter back up to the couch, plopping down beside you.
“She does,” you giggle, grinning playfully at your girlfriend. She eyes you sharpyly, making heat pool in your gut. “That’s enough outta you, brat. Sounds to me like ya need some discipline.”
You damn near cum right there on the couch while Enjin gives your ass more kisses as you watch your girlfriend lay back. Slowly, she widens her thighs for you and pushes her thong aside to expose her dripping pussy to you, everything gorgeous from her puffy, brown lips to the bare bikini wax she did for the occasion.
“Put that pretty mouth riiiight here,” she drawls, her fingers gently caressing her pussy lips. “Show Enjin how good you are with it.” You are quivering with want, already scooting closer to her. “Yes, ma’am,” you whisper.
Enjin watches with interest and arousal as you dip between Semiu’s creamy thighs and begin lapping at her juicy cunt, relishing all that she gives you with your tongue. She is so soft, warm, and wet, gushing into your mouth like an overflowing waterfall.
“Mmm, yes, sweetie,” she moans in that silky voice. “That’s my good girl. Show him just how good you can be for me.” She trails her nails through your hair as you continue to please her pussy, softly moaning from her taste.
“You jerkin’ that cock to my girl, Enjin?” she scoffs. “I didn’t say you could do that.” Your ear perks at the sound of Enjin’s hushed swears and moans along with the wet, stroking sounds filling the air.
“Shit,” Enjin breathes, watching the lustful scene unfold with his very own eyes. “How could I not? This is too fuckin’ hot. You two will be the death of me, y’know that?”
Semiu sexily giggles, stroking your head as you suck on her clit. “Hopefully not before you make my girl cum,” she chuckles. “Actually, she’s in the perfect position for that, don’tcha think?” Your pussy gushes at the prospect of being eaten out by Enjin, wanting nothing more than to feel his pierced tongue somewhere other than the lips on your face. “Yeah,” he breathlessly agrees. “Can I eat your pussy for you, baby?”
You feel his big, warm hands on your ass, already prying your cheeks apart to expose your sticky, wet pussy to him. A hot rush of want floods you, making you push your ass back into his handsome face. “Yes, please,” you softly say.
Enjin hums in satisfaction, a rush of air leaving his lips at the sight of you before him. “Good girl. Just relax fa’ me, okay?” His golden eyes glitter at you, playful and lustful. “I can be reeeeal good; Semiu will tell you.” You look back at him with a smirk as Semiu moans, toying with herself. “I’d rather you show me,” you purr.
Enjin doesn’t need to be told twice. He begins to press open-mouthed kisses to your sticky lips and clit, “Wow, babe,” he coos raspily. “You’re so, so pretty. Your aftershave smells good too.” He cheekily grins at you. “Coconuts, huh?”
You kick at him, hating how he loves to always tease you. “Shut up,” you whimper as he cackles. He then drags a finger along your pussy lips, making you quiver. “Such a pretty pussy deserves some attention. Poor girl is cryin’ f’me. Don’t squirm too much, yeah?”
Before you can respond, the man is diving into the wet depths of your pussy. And damn, is it hard not to squirm. He is just like Semiu–taking his sweet time getting to know your pussy, tongue flicking in the right places and being completely merciless with every lash on your clit. How is it that both of thesm are so good at eating pussy?
Enjin’s big hands have an iron grip on your hips, keeping you still despite you yearning to grind into him. He makes you take all of it, the cold metal of his piercing make you twitch. “Oh, my God!” you gasp as if seeing the Heavenly Father himself. “Oh, shit!, Enjin, yes, like that!”
“Like this?” he teasingly asks before doing the exact same move with his tongue that makes you see stars. He then dips it into your hole, making your moans grow loud and sluttier than before. “Hey.” Semiu grips your chin, forcing you to look at her. “Don’t get distracted just ‘cause his tongue is in that slutty pussy. You’ve still got me here.”
You go back to eating your girl’s dripping pussy as Enjin eats yours, your tongues moving in tandem with each other. Semiu’s moans are loud and deep, silky like satin. “Yes,” she groans. “Fuck, you’re wet! I can hear it.”
Your pussy is embarrassingly soaked, Enjin’s tongue sloshing through your wet folds. “She likes it in both holes, Jin,” she sneakily says. “My girl just loves cumming with somethin’ in her ass.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asks, quirking an interested brow at you. “Greedy little thing, ain’t she?”
He then begins to gently fuck your asshole with the plug in it, making you gasp into Semiu’s pussy. You saw the stars before, but now you’re seeing the entire fucking galaxy with the way his tongue twirls and swirls in your pussy, his nose nudging against your clit, while he gently fucks your ass with the plug, making your body tremble and shake like an autumn leaf.
Semiu lifts her hips and begins grinding herself into your mouth, making you take all of her down your throat. “Yes, right there!” she cries out, pushing your face deeper into her pussy. “Such a good girl for me, baby girl!”
You twirl your tongue in and out of her wet hole, sucking and slurping all that she gives you. It’s all too much for you–the taste of your girl’s pussy, her sweet moans, and Enjin’s wicked pierced tongue toying with your hole.
“Oh, fuck!” you shout into Semiu’s pussy. “I’m gonna cum!” Semiu hums in displeasure, taking a lock of your hair and gripping it. “I didn’t hear you ask permission first.” You whine in protest, even as Enjin’s pussy-eating grows more insistent. “P-Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Can I cum on his tongue? Please?”
Semiu smiles down at you, gently stroking your head as you go through the motions of trying not to disobey your lady. “Mmm, you may,” she moans. “Give it all to him, ‘kay? Just don’t forget whose pussy that is.”
You finally let yourself fuck Enjin’s face, tossing your ass back into him to take his tongue deeper, more, more, and more. And then finally, you break. You feel like you’re soaring as your orgasm overtakes your body, leaving your pussy aching and your clit throbbing. Even so, Enjin continues to lap at your cunt, cleaning you up.
You pant heavily and whimper at the sweet torture. “J-Jin, wait,” you protest weakly, grasping at his shoulders. “Please…t-too much! Can’t…can’t…” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your head falling into Semiu’s lap. She giggles, gently stroking your face as you quake, your body bucking with the aftershocks of the explosive O her friend just gave you.
Finally, Enjin pulls away, lips shining with your cum. “That’s what you get for wearing that damn dress…and this thing here.”
He proceeds to take your soaked thong from the floor and twirl it around his finger, giving you a grin. “I’m keepin’ this. Hope you don’t like this one too much, mamas.”
Semiu giggles, bending down to kiss your cheek. “Good girl,” she coos, petting your hair. “Why don’t you show Enjin what you can do with that mouth now, huh?”
Enjin makes a noise between a moan and a whine, the sound so utterly pornographic. “Yes please,” he groans. “And then I can show your girl how much of a little slut you can be.”
“Don’t push it, blondie,” Semiu grunts. “Go on, baby girl; get on your knees for him.” Quickly, he leans back against the couch as you move to the floor, your pussy soaked from your cum and his spit, but not before he places a pillow beneath your kneecaps. “I already know you’ve been usin’ them knees at the club, so...”
You coo at his sweetness, making him blush once again. “Such a gentleman,” you giggle, trailing a hand up his bulge. He groans as you begin to stroke him through his briefs, his hot, pulsing cock making your pussy throb again. “Can I?”
He groans as if the sight of you is just too much, physically paining him. “So sweet!” he coos. “I’m all yours, cutie. Take that fuckin’ dick out.”
Quickly, you take his briefs down his muscular thighs, exposing his V-line and mouthwatering happy trail. But what gags you the most is that pretty cock of his. His cock is a bit longer and curves upward, the shaft a toasted brown compared to his normal skin tone.
Opposite to his stomach, he keeps his pubic area smooth, including the heavy balls that swing below his dick. The pink head of his cock dribbles with precum that your tastebuds are dying to try. And his cockhead is pierced, a silver hoop dangling from it, dripping in precum all for you.
When you finally set your eyes on him, they nearly bug out of your skull. You fall in love with him instantly. Semiu giggles beside you and playfully tickles your chin. “Wipe your drool, hon. Save that for his dick.” Enjin gives you a hooded stare, his golden eyes dark. “Now suck it for me.”
The dirty order makes you hot all over. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently reply, the words as natural to you as breathing.
“A Daddy kink too?” He then groans, rolling his head back as your mouth envelops him. You hollow your cheeks as you suck him in, trapping him between the wet walls of your mouth, starting with slow strokes to get yourself used to him, stroking the rest with your hands that you can’t fit into your mouth.
Enjin is feeling good, his eyes hooded and his hand in your hair. “Ah, fuck, yes,” he groans, loud and unabashed. “Just like that, baby. Ease into it, nice and slow…”
You pop off of him with a wet pop! before sticking your tongue out for him, slapping his dick on the flat part of your tongue before sucking him back into your mouth. He watches you, the lust in his eyes making you wetter. “Think you can take me deeper, mama?” he breathlessly asks. “Can I please fuck your pretty face?”
You nod and close your eyes as he sinks him deeper, fucking your throat. His groans are so hot and orgamsic, fit for a porno with the way they excite you. “Shit, Semiu–oh, fuck–I may just keep her for myself if she–Mmmph!”
You open your eyes just in time to see Semiu now sitting up on the back of the couch, her thighs split open and Enjin’s face between them. “Shut up,” Semiu snaps as she pushes his head into her pussy. “You wanna use that mouth, use it right here. Like I said before, we’re sharing her. That’s my baby, don’t forget.”
“Goddamn,” Enjin groans, cupping your head as he uses his other hand to pin one of Semiu’s thighs open. “You might wanna remind her ‘cause she’s suckin’ my cock like she’s mine.”
As you suck the soul out of him, he laps at Semiu’s pussy, making her tilt her head back and moan to the ceiling, her fingers in his blonde locks. Ejin’s dick makes you gag as it touches the back of your throat, causing your eyes to burn with unshed tears.
But still, you take his thrusts and deep dicking in your throat like a champ as Semiu watches, looking so beautiful getting her pussy eaten above you. “Isn’t she good?” she purrs, staring at you gag on Enjin’s dick with adoration.
You nod, the bobs of your head making Enjin groan as he wiggles his tongue against Semiu’s clit, making her groan wantonly. “C’mon now, Jin, don’t tease. Make me cum.”
Enjin pulls away, a playful, cocky look in his eyes. “What’s the magic word, sweetness?” he asks. Semiu looks visibly shy, biting her lip as he begins to rub her pussy for her. “P-Please?” she cutely stammers.
Seeing her be so submissive arouses you and suddenly, you want to be fucked. Enjin smiles, pressing a hot kiss to her clit before spitting on it. “Music to my ears. Your wish is my command.”
He then dives back in and begins to eat her out again, his tongue wiggling faster and faster. You know that Semiu is close when she begins arching her back in the air, her moans growing louder. “Fuck, Enjin, go faster! I’m gonna cum!”
She begins to massage her tits, much to your and Enjin’s enjoyment, her fingers pinching her pierced, brown nipples. “Uh-huh,” Enjin breathes into her pussy, coaxing her further until she cums with a loud moan that bounces off of the walls.
You watch her in awe, her brown skin slick with sweat and her eyes fluttering closed from the ecstasy as she floods Enjin’s mouth with her sweet, creamy cum. Enjin hums with enjoyment, pulling awat with a wet smack of his lips. “Goddamn, both of you taste so good.”
“So do you,” you wetly purr before going right back to sucking him off, swallowing him from top to bottom. He groans, his hand grasping the back of your hair, thrusting in time with the bobs of your head. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groans. “I wanted to be inside you before I busted, y’know? Only if you want me to though.”
You pull away from his cock, a line of spit connecting your bottom lip to his cockhead. “You wanna fuck me?” you ask, unable to hide your surprise. You weren’t sure if him fucking you was even on the table tonight. “Only if you’re okay with it,” he replies, panting heavily from your amazing dick sucking skills. “Your mouth works just as good for me, mama. Trust me.”
Your eyes trail over to Semiu, your love, your life, your one and only. How would she feel about another fucking you? “Is that what you want, gorgeous?” she asks. “Do you want Enjin to fuck you while I watch?”
No. You wouldn’t feel right about that. But the fact that both of them are so hellbent on pleasing you and making you feel good makes you want to give them all of you. “I want both of you,” you beg. “Please. I need both of you to fuck me.” Realizing what you mean, their eyes darken with lust. “Then get the fuck up here,” Semiu demands. “We have to get you nice and ready to take us.”
Enjin helps you up on the couch on wobbly knees as Semiu reaches behind another couch cushion to retrieve what you already know is back there: a bottle of strawberry-flavored, heated lube and a strap-on. Not too big, not too small, with a curved end on the side of the velcro straps that Semiu uses to rub her clit as she fucks you. It is your favorite part about sex with your girlfriend.
“Jesus Christ!” Enjin guffaws, gawking at the silicon dick that Semiu straps onto her waist. “You keep a strap down here?! How many you got in this motherfucker?”
“None of your concern, nosey,” she retorts. “Now focus on her and not on me.” Slowly, you slink up to Enjin and sit in his lap, your thighs straddling either side of his legs. “You don’t gotta tell me twice,” he replies, moaning breathlessly as his cock brushes against your lips.
“You feel so good on me, baby. I’ve dreamed about what this pretty pussy feels like.” He drags the head along your puffy, pretty, soaked lips, making you whimper with need. “Enjin,” you moan. “I need you.”
He smiles at you, a sheen of sweat glistening on his neck and forehead. “Take me then, mamas. It’s yours.”
As soon as his head enters you, your jaw is dropping open and your eyes are blown from how stretched you feel already. No toy could compare to how warm and solid he feels snuggled up in your pussy, even though Semiu’s strap is quite nice.
The blonde looks up at you, his brows furrowed in concern. “You okay, mama?” he asks, caressing your cheek. “Think you can take more of me?”
He doesn’t move without your permission, staying still despite you feeling him tremble from holding back. You nod, bracing yourself by gripping his forearms. “I’ll let you know if I can’t,” you assure him.
Then you sink a little lower, taking inch after inch of his cock. Through it all, you breathe in and out, relaxing your body into his. Though it doesn’t hurt, you’re feeling beyond stretched and you’re glad for the first orgasm you got because it makes it easier.
Gradually, you begin to adjust to his size and the pleasure starts to build. Especially when his pelvis rubs against your clit. Enjin can’t take it–your pussy is too warm, wet, and tight.
“Oh, f-fuck!” he hisses, tossing his head back against the couch arm. He is gone from your pussy, his muscles tight and hands gripping your ass. You begin to slowly bounce on him, starting off with little hops on top of him. “Easy, baby girl,” Semiu murmurs. “Don’t get so eager. Take it nice and slow.”
But Enjin has other plans for you, lifting his hips up to fuck you back. “Nah, grip onto me,” he demands. “I’ve got you, baby. Just keep usin’ that cock, okay?” You do just that, gripping his shoulders and fully bouncing on him, your tits jiggling freely in his face. “Oh, my God!” you squeak in pleasure. “Fuck, Daddy, your dick is so good!” Everytime his dick strokes your pussy, you feel like you’re close to cumming.
But not yet. Not until you get another cock in you.
“Looks like you’re enjoyin’ yourself,” Semiu chuckles, placing a hand on your ass. “Lean forward a bit for me, baby: Mommy’s gotta get you ready to take her strap.” Slowly, you do so, presenting your ass to her as Enjin slowly fucks you from below, softly grunting at the drag of your walls around him.
Whimpering, you let Semiu drag your butt plug out of your asshole, leaving it gaping and sensitive. “Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!” you whine as Semiu sinks her tongue inside of it, replacing the plug. You are practically seeing space now, your eyes fluttering closed as Enjin’s dick and Semiu’s tongue take you on a journey to the great beyond. Semiu coats your ass in spit, humming as her tongue rims the little hole.
With every passing second, your holes grow more open for them until Enjin is bottoming out and Semiu’s spit is dripping down your asscrack. “Pause for a minute, baby,” she whispers. “I need you real still for this. You’re still sure you want this?”
You nod, biting your bottom lip. “Yes,” you whisper. Enjin looks at you through the slits of his eyes, golden like a lion’s piercing through a thrush. “And what’s your safeword?” he demands. Your answer is automatic: “Jabber.”
“Good girl,” they praise you in unison. You nearly cum on the spot from it. Bracing yourself against Enjin, he begins to use those fat fingers to rub your clit just as the head to Semiu’s strap kisses the threshold of your tight asshole. Then she’s pushing in.
“Ah!” you hiss, gripping Enjin’s shoulders when you feel that stretch. Enjin shushes you while Semiu rubs your back, easing your body. “Easy,” she grunts. “Eaaasy, baby girl. Keep rubbin’ her clit for her, Enjin.”
Enjin does so, pausing every so often to lube his fingers with spit. “It’s okay, mama,” he whispers. “You’re doin’ so good. You look so perfect gettin’ stuffed from both ends like this.”
You have no doubt that you do. You feel so stuffed, making it hard to breathe. Semiu presses her lips to your ear, her voice and breath comforting you. “Show him how you take this dick,” she whispers in your ear. “Show him how good you are.”
She begins to slowly rock her hips back and forth, sliding the strap in and out of your tight hole. With every thrust, you are forced to get used to her there as Enjin slowly fucks your pussy from below, groaning as you drip all over his shaft and balls, staining the couch below. “Such a big girl takin’ both of us,” he grunts. “I can’t wait to make you cum all over this dick.”
He begins to fuck you harder, one hand gripping your hip while the other lays flat on your ass, keeping your jiggling tits pressed flat against him as Semiu fucks you from behind. As soon as he hits that spot inside you, you can’t keep quiet. You begin wailing in pleasure, overcome with the feeling he is giving you. “O-Oh, fuck!” you gasp. “Yes, Jin, yes!”
Enjin draws more of these moans and wails of pleasure out of you the more he fucks you until he is pounding your pussy from below, his thighs slapping against yours. “God, you’re so tight!” he groans. “You and Semiu are the best fucks I’ve ever had, y’know that?” He gives your ass a smack before fucking into you at a faster pace that is making you see the entire galaxy.
Semiu is moaning from behind you, every thrust she makes causing the nub on the strap to nudge against her clit. “Take it,” she demands. “Take this duck. You wanted it so bad and now you’ve got it.”
Yes, you do have it. Both of them, actually…but you don’t know if you can handle them. Every rough thrust of their dicks, both real and shake, send you into orbit. It makes the couch bounce, the springs creaking below the cushions, making your titties bounce against the surface and your ass jiggle against his hips.
“More!” you sluttily moan. “Please give me more!” Your voice bellows out in the apartment, richoeting off of the walls. Semiu and Enjin pause slightly to share a look between each other. “More?” they parrot in unison.
Semiu then gives him a grin as she sinks in deeper, roughly bringing your hips back to fuck you. “You heard my girl, Enjin. Bounce her on that fuckin’ dick.”
Enjin doesn’t need to be told twice, gripping your ass as he drops you down onto his dick over and over again. They push and pull with you between them, fucking your holes of everything they’re worth. You are a moaning, gasping, creaming mess, getting fucked out of your mind until you’re a blank, dumb little slate.
You can feel your second orgasm peaking, and Ejin’s too judging by his cock swelling up inside of you. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, girls,” he warns. “That pussy is grippin’ me tight, babe, fuck!” His face screws up in pleasure as he draws his cock in and out, his balls slapping against your ass.
Semiu bites her lip from behind you, her nails diggling in the soft flesh of your ass as she fucks your hole. “Then what are you waitin’ for? Cum for her then.”
At the mention of getting a hot creampie for your pussy, your moans grow louder and your need blossoms. “I-I’m close!” you whimper. Enjin leans in to press his lips to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “Cum for your girl,” he murmurs. “Let me see it, baby. Cum all over that strap stretchin’ out that cute little asshole.”
He then plants a hot kiss on your lips, his tongue sloppily swirling with yours. Semiu does the same to you, planting the same passionate, rough kiss on your mouth that bruises your lips. “You’re ours now,” she murmurs against your lips. We’re never, ever gonna let you go now.”
You whimper pitifully at her words, your pussy gushing and clenching around Enjin. You want to be theirs. Everything inside of you is screaming “yes, yes, make me yours!”
Finally, your second orgasm begins to reach its peak and you lean your head back against Semiu’s shoulder as the pleasure takes over. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum again! Gonna cum all over your dicks!”
You start grinding her hips down into Enjin’s, desperate to meet that end. Your pussy walls clench around his dick as your orgasm begins to approach like a rollercoaster cart quickly approaching that hill on the track before the dramatic and thrilling drop.
The handsome blonde swoops down to your ear, the scent of tequila and mint on his tongue. “You close, babe?” he coos into your ear. “C’mon, don’t tell me that voice is shot now. Let out that voice for me, mama.”
His hips snap against yours again and again, turning your quivering pussy into absolute mush around his cock. You grip his shoulders for dear life as he fucks you into the couch, determined to make your orgasm come even quicker. Gasps and moans leave your lips, your breath catching in your throat from the sheer pleasure you’re feeling. “F-Fuck!” you stutter in time with his thrusts. “So…s-so good! Gonna cum!”
“Cum all over this dick, baby, c’mon,” Enjin coos. “Be good girl for me and cum all over me. I’ve got you.”
Semiu is close too, her moans growing louder as her clit slips and slides all over the nub on the strap. “Cum for me, you pretty little slut!” she demands loudly. “Fuckin’ give it to me!”
Like you share the same body, you and Semiu cum at the same time. You clench around Enjin’s cock as you cream all over him. Your voices echo across the large living room, probably alerting neighbors and people miles away of your orgasms that hit you like tidal waves.
You see the galaxy behind your eyelids as you dig your nails into Enjin’s shoulders, warm waves of pleasure rolling through your body that don’t stop as Enjin continues to pound into your pussy, chasing his own release. “I-I’m close,” he softly warns you. “Where do you want me to–?”
“Inside me!” you beg, looking into those pools of treasured gold that stare right back down at you. “Please, please cum inside of me, Enjin!”
He and Semiu share the same devious, lustful expression, still fucking you at same merciful, breakneck space. “You’ve fuckin’ got it then,” he grunts. “And you’d better take all of it.”
And you do. When Enjin finally reaches his climax with a loud whine of the word “fuck” that makes your clit jump, you take every single ounce of his warm, creamy cum that shoots into your pussy. You can feel it coating your walls, filling you up to the point where you curl your toes and gasp at the feeling coursing through your body. You are filled to the brim with him.
His hips begin to slow until he is sloppily fucking you, chasing the rest of his high. Then with a soft groan, he pulls out, but it isn’t over for you yet. “Get up, both of you,” he growls. “I wanna cum all over your pretty tits.”
That is tempting enough, so Semiu slowly pulls away of you and kneels beside you on the couch, the both of you kneeling like obedient girls. Enjin kneels above you, his cock is still hard as he pumps it above you, staring down at you and Semiu like he wants to eat you both up at the same time.
“Eyes up here, pretties,” he grunts. “Tongues out.”
As he instructed, you both lift your chins, stick your tongues out, and stare deep into his golden eyes as he pumps the rest of his nut onto your faces.
As soon as his cum splashes onto your titties, you instinctively close your eyes. His spunk also coats your tongue and face, marking you completely as his now. He does the same to Semiu, coating her in his cum.
As he does, you turn to one another and begin kissing, sharing the droplets of spunk on your tongues with one another, soft moans leaving your lips and into each other’s mouths.
Then Semiu pulls away, her eyes twinkling and a dazzling smile on her face. “Happy New Year, babe,” she whispers.
“Mmm-hmm,” Enjin hums in agreement, sighing as he looks down upon you both with total awe and adoration. “Can’t wait for next New Year’s Eve.”
He pauses, planting a sweet, hot kiss on both of your lips, not minding the taste of his nut on them. “Oh, and save me those panties. I’m takin’ those with me.”
how far into the 'relationship' is katsuki and greyscale!reader? like how comfortable are they with each other outside the bedroom? let's say reader had a bad day, maybe something's gone wrong with her dissertation, and it's weighing on her– does she vent to katsuki on her own accord? when katsuki goes thru a hero burnout and secretly wants her comfort, does he feel like he can ask for it openly? can they both just reach each other about major upsets or minor inconveniences in the day without having to go through an aneurysm just to send a message about it?
i wanna eat u for sending me a grayscale ask. so many questions. i am willing to answer them all. i am thinking they’ve been dating (a few dates, mostly hanging out at your apartment and having sex) for about three months now. bakugou knows he wanted you to be his girlfriend from the end of the first month but he could tell you weren’t on the same level as him yet. from when greyscale itself happened i feel like that’s the end of the third month, how he definitely knows for sure he wants more from you. then that valentines drabble i did is perhaps 4-5 months in! what im about to say is between 3-5 months id say.
this is bakugou being grumpy with burnout but i'm willing to do a reader one too!! i'm making a masterlist for these. love a masterlist. greyscale masterlist
1.9k — BURNOUT — a greyscale insert.
but first, bakugou, who’s had a rough shift that’s just a massive snowball of a rough few weeks. who feels grateful that you texted him if he wants to come over. usually it’s always him asking and currently he doesn’t have it in him to beg.
so he turns up to your apartment, not even having it in himself to stand up straight. leaning against the doorway in an oversized branded black jumper that makes him look bigger than he actually is and these thick expensive grey joggers. he looks like casual luxury today, the type of luxury you only know because you look for it for less than half the price in charity shops in the wealthier areas.
he doesn’t greet you with a smile when you open the door but he does with a simple compliment.
“you look pretty.”
you’ve got your leftover makeup on from the morning which you decided to keep after he replied to your text. paired with a fluffy snoodie and basketball shorts. nothing’s matching from your face to your house slippers but the comment makes you bloom all the same.
“thanks katsuki.”
bakugou closes the door behind him, drops his keys on a porcelain plate painted with blue horses that you and your roommate use to remember your keys.
you can tell he’s not his usual self. making a comment about something. be it the parking in your area or that he sees you’re using the non stick pans he bought you.
“you okay?” you ask as he cards his fingers through his hair.
he’s got this deadpan look on his face. like he’s got botox inserted everywhere and can barely move besides the crinkle between his eyebrows every fifteen minutes. he’s all pent up and he knows this isn’t the place to share how he feels. instead, he can live in this in-between state with you.
“‘m alright,” is all he manages before he slams his face into yours for a kiss.
you know your bodies so well, that it’s pretty easy to get riled up. he just has to sneak under your snoodie to pinch your waist, you just have to tug a tuft of his hair by the crown of his head.
it’s all enough for moans to tumble out and the air to thicken.
“your roommate home?” he mumbles in your ear, sucking your earlobe as he’s about to tug off your clothes. way too many layers for whatever he’s about to do to you.
“n-no. she’s on a date.”
“hm. good for her.”
instead of dragging you to your room, the room that only makes bakugou yearn for more, he settles for less. lifting you to plop you on your living room sofa.
you’ve got a small flatscreen tv that you have to connect to a dongle at the back to make it smart with all those apps. there’s board games and card games under the wooden coffee table and piles of blankets of different themes slung over the sofa. a halloween one, a christmas one, a fluffy beach one. who needs a fluffy blanket during the summer? beach balls and sun loungers pictured all over it. it just pisses bakugou off more.
he’s got his teeth nibbling your neck, before he yanks off your snoodie to leave you in a white vest. you’re laying across the sofa, legs wide enough for him to slot himself between.
you can tell something’s up. if not his few words, it’s how impatient every action he makes is. it’s a harsh movement to separate your thighs. he’s leaning more of his body over you than usual and it’s suffocating. the bites on your neck, they feel like they might draw blood.
“wait, wait,” you say, grabbing his face between both hands to hold him above you.
you’re surprised to find him panting, scarlet pupils shades dimmer than usual.
“what?” he presses his crotch over yours, the thin layer of your shorts doing nothing to protect you. it almost makes you want to ignore the clear problem in the room because you know how good he can make you feel. though it doesn’t feel right.
“are you sure you’re alright? you’re not acting your usual self.”
bakugou doesn’t have enough fingers to list everything that’s bothering him recently and you cover at least three fingers. he just wants a release of it all, in any way he can.
he sighs, grinds against you again. “i always come over with my dick hard. what’s the issue now?”
that makes you blink, push him off you and there’s a space between you both on your three seater sofa. you’ve never dealt with bakugou katsuki anything but his usual grumpy self who loves to be here and wait on you. he’d follow you around your little apartment listening to what you say, buy ingredients to just cook in your kitchen while you watch. you’ve snuggled in your bed to watch a movie on your laptop more times than you remember. although, all those times ended in sex, it just sounds awful putting it like that.
bakugou understands your reaction immediately. you’re cringing away from him, tilting your head confused like he’s an essay question you don’t want to start.
“sorry, i just…”
you both have never climbed this fence. this isn’t who you are for him, as much as he wants it to be. if he opens this door to his life, who says you’d even walk through?
but you’re pawing at his chest as he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.
“just tell me what’s up. then we can go back to normal.”
bakugou wants to. he wants to confide in you, hear your resolutions on his week, he wants you to wrap him up in a cuddle even though he knows once he feels it from you, he’ll crave it every time.
“work’s been shit.” he grunts, staring straight forward at your old fireplace that’s surrounded by candles you and your friends have collected. there’s also a pile of books beside it that he’s going to move later. fire hazard.
you respond in all the way he wants. a small purr in sympathy, rubbing his chest like he’s a baby that needs to be burped. you even rest a leg over his lap to be as close to him as possible.
“wanna talk about it?”
he flings his arm around your shoulder, looking down at you to find you looking up at him. he rubs his eyes so hard he sees stars after.
“katsuki… or i can put something on for us?”
it’s not in your job description to be caring for him like this. he’s not sure if you’re pretending to care so you can continue having sex without him acting like a rabid animal in heat.
“no, just the commission is on my ass for a bunch of shit. i’ve got a goddamn mission coming up next week, a new publicist and we haven’t got any new info on the target since last month. on top of that, i’m just exhausted. don’t have it in me to give a fuck about anythin’.”
you nod through it all, your arm draped over his chest in half a hug. you surprise him when you peck his cheek softly.
“sounds like you need a day off. it’s like you’re in writer's block at the moment.”
bakugou half laughs, “heroes don’t really get days off, baby. constantly on call.”
you sigh petulantly, “then you need to find a way to let this all drain out of you day to day so you can come back to it with a fresh head. when i have writers block i just consume whatever i need to write in another way and then go back to it.”
for him that’s practicing his special attacks, doing research before giving it to his team. it’s called talking to someone about it so it can leave his system.
“is that what they’re teaching you in university?” he’s trying to mock but it just comes out a tired breath.
you kiss his neck, “yes they are. who else has pissed you off, dynamight? i know there’s a few people on that list.”
your eyes are expectant, your thumb massaging his bicep. he wants to list you first. that he wants you to be his girlfriend, for you to trust him but you’re still not up for it. another roundabout reason for him to wait while you get your cards in order. whatever that means.
so bakugou sinks further in your sofa that’s way too soft from wear and hugs you into his chest.
“if you let me start, i’m not gonna stop until you kick me.”
“let me hear it.”
the blonde goes on a rant that would probably scare any normal person off. how he damaged a building beyond repair and commission is angry at him. how there’s an issue that they want to drop him on hero ranks but the public still keep voting him high. how his publicist he recently hired pisses him off and wants him to be kinder? what part of his job role requires him to be kind?
that makes you laugh, “you’re kind to me.”
“well yeah, that’s because you’re my…”
the air gets colder in the room and bakugou cannot find a word for it. you refuse to have a label.
“what’s he like?” you fill the silence.
“she. she follows me around in events. wants me to wear my hero colours more. i’m not wearing an orange shirt to a fuckin’ charity event. sayin’ i need to stop swearin’ in press interviews but if you’re talkin’ to me, you know what you’re gonna get.”
you shrivel up, biting your tongue for whatever stupidness that’s about to leave your mouth. the sound of another woman around your katsuki. it sounds like one of those forced proximity, enemies to lovers, romance books you love to read. you want to push her into moving traffic. he’s not even your boyfriend.
“just fire her. you’re literally four on the charts through public opinion. why do you need a publicist?”
he takes what you say, completely missing the jealousy that seethes through you. “kaminari’s got one. said she helped him.”
“yeah because he needed it,” your hand is on his cheek, “you don’t. the people like you how you are. can’t change on them now.”
“yeah. you’re probably right.”
it’s a few seconds of silence but it’s not awkward. it’s a comfortable cuddle on the sofa. bakugou feels lighter, closer to you too.
“have you eaten? i can whip somethin’ up for us.”
you shrug, “i’m not hungry yet. do you feel better now? you’re not gonna claw my clothes off and bite my ear?”
bakugou flushes, a deep red diluting his cheeks to match his eyes. “i was just pent up. i shoulda went gym and punched shit before i came here.”
you adjust to straddle his lap, “it’s okay, just tell me next time so i can prepare for the pain.”
his hands sit on your thighs and slide under your shorts to your ass. “you liked it?”
“under the confusion, somewhat.”
bakugou grins, his first one for tonight as you begin kissing down his neck, your hands tugging the hem of his jumper.
“off.”
he listens, because the only thing he’s sure about is that doing what you tell him keeps you happy and around. keeps him happy too once he shoves away his wants, that will only rise to the surface soon.
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GREYSCALE MASTERLIST , everything is on the greyscale au tag.
synopsis: your ex-boyfriend misses you desperately. he broke up with you by the way!
warnings: angsty, crying, kissing, grinding, suggestive, yn's in her underwear at one point, mentions of violence, obsessed bkg
someone is in your apartment.
your fingertips are rubbed raw and your knees are about to buckle from exhaustion from your long shift at work but every muscle on your body stands on edge. it’s not like you can see someone is here in the darkness, but you can tell something is off. you fight within yourself whether to take your shoes off and once you decide off because you mopped yesterday, it feels like it reveals a lot about you as a person currently.
you’re just tired, cannot be fucked for an assassination attempt and perhaps that is why you drop your keys on the counter to grab the rolling pin from your drawer.
“come out. i know someone’s here. i’d rather just die than get jumpscared,” you say. there’s nothing, then a shift of a shadow by your television and there’s a rush of wind by your face. your body gets slammed against your front door as the rolling pin is pulled from your hand.
you scream, only able to make out this figure as being a foot taller than you and almost triple you in width. dressed all in black.
your vocal chords are about to scratch your throat until a gloved hand lands on your mouth, silencing you immediately.
“it’s just me.”
with all the strength you can muster you push the man off you and only because he chose to, does he move away from you. two whole steps.
“what the fuck katsuki!” you growl, clicking the light switch beside your head and everything becomes visible, “get the hell out of my home!”
you hate him. you think. you hate his job and his job is so intertwined in his identity that it’s just easier to hate him. he’s in black boots, a black overhead hoodie and black cargos. ever the shadow despite the blonde peeking out under his black cap. he doesn’t have a mask on but you can assume it’s stuffed in his pocket. his gloved hand swipes his hood of his head as he throws the rolling pin onto your sofa. you’re faced with red rimmed eyes, slightly puffy like he’s been… crying?
you dated bakugou katsuki, also known as the country's number two hero dynamight, for not even a year. eleven months on the dot before he broke up with you. yes, he broke up with you, with the audacity to appear in your apartment a month later.
“w-wait. fuckin’ wait,” he breathes, dragging his cap off his head and it only makes your chest constrict.
you loved him. you loved him more that you could verbalise. in another world, you’d drag him into your arms, have him lay his head on your lap like you did months ago as he talks about his day. now, you’re trembling at the sight of him.
“you can’t break up with me and then break into my home. i was about to shit myself!” you squawk, flinging your arms up in the air.
he’s still beautiful, the beauty spot on his neck and the one right behind his ear. he’s got a light stubble on his jaw that is new but attractive all the same. his eyes are hard for you to look at though, filled with too much emotion. you can’t even handle your own.
“i just wanted to check if you were good. wanted to speak to you.” bakugou’s scratches his head hard enough to draw blood under his nails.
you scoff, folding your arms. your body is happy to see him, serotonin levels boosting at just his presence. your head knows better.
“don’t you have your little guards report back every detail about me? you know i’ve been working, i went to the cinema last week and i got chinese food from the place around the corner.”
“had to go back because you forgot your spring rolls.” he mumbles, stepping in closer to you.
everything about bakugou screams intimacy to you. like his hand belongs on your waist and yours on his neck. he’s the right size for you to hug and feel safe from all angles. you couldn’t forget his kisses either. the harsh nibbles on your thighs and the full presses into your cheeks.
“what are you doing here?” your face is deadpan. he can’t make you go through debilitating levels of heartbreak, calling off work, wallowing in depression for him to appear whenever the hell he wants.
“i missed you. i needed to see you.”
you grit your teeth, “katsuki.”
“i fuckin’ know i shouldn’t be here but i can’t sleep, i’m useless on the field. i’m goddamn hollow without you.” he drags his palm down his face and his anguish with himself is apparent.
“you made your decision. you can’t break into my home.”
bakugou growls, bending over with his hands on his knees. it’s like he’s about to be sick, his chest heaving as he takes deep breaths. then he stands up, steps right into your personal space.
“stop acting like this is a normal fuckin’ break up. stop acting like i chose this and this didn’t need to happen.”
you refuse to look at him. everything about him is still stored fresh in your head. the last time he was here, you ordered in and watched a movie. then he pleasured you on that very sofa before lifting you to your bedroom.
“katsuki, stop.”
“i could never be a normal fuckin’ boyfriend for you. i said this from the beginning.” he pushes, half like he’s trying to convince himself and half because you refuse to see this.
a tear slips from your eye and you’re quick to wipe it away.
“okay, so you’ve seen me, i’m doing fine. can you leave now?”
two palms are placed on either side of your head against your front door. you can hear him sniff your hair but he doesn’t make a move to touch you.
“i can’t put you in danger. there are people after me, they were going to be on you next.” he breathes into your ear, forcing you to listen.
you clench your eyes shut. that side of your ex boyfriend’s life terrifies you. you couldn’t handle half the blood and gore he’s seen in his life, the constant fight for not only his survival but the worlds. you were meant for a normal life, simple, with a husband that comes home from his boring desk job.
“i couldn’t put you through that. if somethin’ happened to you when i wasn’t around. i’d never forgive myself.” every word is pulled from the back of his throat. deep, guttural.
he’s close enough to kiss, to slide your cheek against his.
you breathe away the fear at the real possibility of death, craving how he nudges his head with yours like it’s an innocent reprieve. a sliver of contact to take the edge off.
“then why are you here again? isn’t this putting me in danger?” you whisper.
bakugou drops his head to your shoulder, shaking.
“‘m weak. feels like i’m constantly suffocating, i wake up every day with a fuckin’ migraine.”
his nose presses into your neck and all you can manage is a single finger in his belt loop. it’s like the fog in your mind is clearing, thoughts coming in a language you can understand instead of constant wonder about this man.
“i know how it feels,” you murmur, laying your head on his. you tug once on the belt loop and he steps in closer to you.
“yeah? sorry, sweetheart.”
it’s an apology that means nothing since he won’t change his mind but it’s all he can say at this moment.
his breath tickles your neck at every syllable, your body sparking alight with want.
“exes always end up crawling back. i’m not even surprised,” though you jump when two gloved hands land on your waist and bakugou presses his body into you against the door.
his body shakes with an exhale and you feel it run through you.
he feels like biting down on your neck, for you to see this isn’t a normal situation. though he pulls off your neck, staring down at you with narrowed, piercing eyes. you hold eye contact, you even keep his hips pressed against you with his belt loop.
“i’m not like your other dumbass boyfriends who couldn’t handle your ass,” he curses in your face though it only makes your eyes drop to his lips, “i left to protect you.”
“and you came back to make yourself feel better. that’s not protecting anybody, is it?” you taunt and you test the waters by looping your arms around his neck.
bakugou’s always struggled to hide emotion on his face. everything he feels is always served up on a plate to whoever is around, no cutting around corners, no assumptions needed. who he is, is what you get.
which is why you know, despite the fact you’re pushing at him for a reaction, his love for you over powers that. it’s you, a random civilian who was never supposed to cross paths with this pro hero who has the abilities to fight the strongest, can take him down all at once.
“fuck off,” is all he can manage. a watery, stunted one that lacks any punch.
bakugou’s eyes laze, nose twitching, teeth biting at his bottom lip before letting go. he’s all pent up and the last time he remembers feeling normal was the morning of the day he found out someone’s put a hit out on dynamight. he really shouldn’t be with you right now.
he pinches your hip when you roll your eyes. you can tell that he wants you, a kiss, to fuck you against this door.
you reward him with a hand on his cheek, one he snuggles into without breaking eye contact.
“dynamight can save the world, time and time again but can’t save his girlfriend. he lets everyone live their lives, everyone else is able to be happy but him.” you murmur, brushing your thumb over his lips. you drag his bottom lip down, studying his row of bottom teeth before letting it snap back up.
he goes to bite at your thumb but it’s back at his cheek.
“it’s my duty to keep everyone safe,” he presses his cock into your stomach and your next breath is only full of delight, “it will always be my duty.”
you’re acting like a bratty child, like this is a disagreement on how he stacks the dishwasher. your hand drops from his cheek, instead it lays flat on his torso.
“whatever, katsuki.” you huff, “you made your choice. you fight for the world but not me.”
he growls, “i will fight for you. i’m takin’ a precaution, you’d hate a life always lookin’ over your shoulder because of me. i’m used to that shit, prepared for it.”
“the only people over my shoulder are your stupid hero friends following me around to watch me cry. that is because of you.”
he’s about to touch your face with his gloves and you stop him immediately. “take them off.”
he pulls them off one at a time, with the pinch of his fingers.
“so sensitive,” he grunts, but you notice how he relaxes when his hands find your cheeks. rough calloused fingers moving down to circle your neck because you’re all covered up otherwise. he wants to touch your body. he takes a deep breath, “i’m fine with makin’ you cry if you’re not gettin’ killed.”
“you’re scared, katsuki.” you push, “too scared to even try.”
he dips his head to lean into your mouth. his lips brush against yours, “if it keeps you safe then call me a pussy, i don’t give a fuck.”
“you’re letting them win. you’re not fighting back!” you whine but he sucks up your last word by pressing his lips against yours.
he moans instantly, turning his head and opening his mouth. you do too, sliding your tongue down his throat and dragging him closer by his neck. it’s a lot. from not seeing the man for weeks to having him so close. you both always worked together, understood without anything verbal needed.
you jump and he catches you, letting your legs circle around his waist.
“wait!” you say, pushing him off you. it leaves him blinking at you slowly, licking a stripe across his bottom lip. you just need a second because one kiss and you're scrambled.
“you wanna say more bullshit to me? go on, baby.” his voice is so easily laced in arousal. one kiss and he looks fucked.
“i hate you,” you say, punctuating your retort by yanking him back to your face.
he moans, rolls his hips into your centre for some friction. it only makes you wetter, makes you want to scream at him.
“i love you too,” he whispers, filling your neck with wet kisses, “i love you so much, that i need to let you go.”
you tilt your head, fingers fiddling with the buttons of your blouse.
“you’re weak and a liar,” you stutter, voice fluttery when he begins to hump you against the door, “if you loved me you would fight anyone who gets between us.”
bakugou laughs, helping you out of your blouse to leave you in your purple cotton bra. you’re beautiful, so terribly beautiful.
“you don’t want to see what i’ve seen, baby. what if you’re tortured, kidnapped? all because i fuckin’ love you?”
it’s like he’s in purgatory. so close to heaven, feeling you, just having you near him. but he knows that once this is over, once he’s away from your soft tits and your wandering hands, that this memory will be another form of torture for him.
“then don’t let that happen, dynamight.” you snarl, chest heaving as he takes a breast from your bra cup and sucks on your nipple, “c-can’t be that hard for a hero.”
you suck the air between your teeth harshly, when he bites a little too hard on your breast, “stop pissin’ me off. i’m not changin’ my mind.”
your face scrunches in disgust, as he stares at you from your chest, “i’m not letting a loser fuck me.”
that pushes him to the edge. weak, scared, a loser, a liar. where has his fight gone? his drive he had from when he was younger?
“you’re so fuckin’—,”
you tap his arm snootily, “put me down. i’m gonna get ready for bed and you’re leaving.”
he grinds into you purposefully, his cock at full mast, thick against your centre. “no. i don’t know when i can see you again—,”
another two taps on his bicep, “now katsuki. and never come back.”
it is the same sickness from before that floods him. the constriction of air in his throat, the ramming hammer against his skull.
he drops you to the floor and you stare at him as you unbutton your jeans. leaving you in your mismatched underwear. purple bra and navy and white striped panties.
“get out of my sight.”
he can’t. he just can’t leave you again.
“i can’t have you die because of me.”
“then don’t.”
bakugou blinks as you balance on one foot to remove your socks. you throw them in a pile with the rest of your clothing.
“it’s not that fuckin’ easy.” he wants to pull his hair out in chunks.
“then make it easy. why do i have to spell it out for you?”
can he make it easy? kill the villain who’s put a hit on him. what if another comes up? he can kill them too.
“d’you still want me?” he asks, shoving his hands into his pockets as you circle around him, to make your way to your bedroom.
“what?”
“d’you still love me? you loved me before.”
it feels like punching a glass case when he asks. necessary to get your heart but causes him to bleed nevertheless.
before feels like years ago even though it was a matter of weeks. you know the answer like the back of your hand, it’s what wakes you up in tears in the middle of the night and what makes you sit in silence for hours.
“yes. you made me happy, katsuki.”
he cards his fingers through his hair, “you’re willin’ to be with me knowing that people will wanna kill you ‘cause i love you?”
your heart skips a beat. “that won’t happen though. you’re strong and brave. people respect you like a leader and you work according to the truth.”
you’re standing barefoot, in your underwear, bearing yourself to him as he’s fully clothed, backed into a corner. you were right earlier, he is scared, absolutely terrified but nothing can be worse than you not being in his life. nothing can be worse than not trying. to have you believe in him when he doesn’t believe in himself.
bakugou nods, grabs his hat to shove back onto his head. “i’m gonna do better, baby.” his boots are thick yet silent as he storms towards you. an arm sliding around your waist and his other holding your head how he wants. “give me a week and i’ll sort it.”
“i’m not waiting another week for you.”
it’s the audacity that makes him want you more, has him curling his body into you, the pads of his fingers burning where they touch your skin. he slips a hand down your back, resting right over your ass.
“give me five days. i’ll sort it in five days.”
a mission to capture a villain, he knows little about and have him killed.
you shake his hand off your cheek, “three. if you love me, make it three.”
from your ass, he grabs your thigh, hitching it at his waist. “i’m a fuckin’ idiot to think anyone’s gonna be after you. it’s gonna be you that kills me.”
you play with the hair on the nape of his neck and you reward him with a smile that makes his cock ache. he misses you. an insane amount.
“i’ll see you in three days, ‘tsuki.”
he lays a kiss on the flesh of each breast, then one on your mouth. a wet peck with a smack.
he untangles from you slowly like each movement is hellish but he knows exactly what’s on the other side of this. him being able to crawl into bed beside you. kissing down your whole body. his head between your legs. living life with you.
he walks to your front door backwards, unable to take his eyes off you. you revel in his attention, your hands behind your back, head tilted with a small smile.
“fuck. i’ll see you in three days. no more.”
while likes are appreciated, reblogs, comments and asks mean the world! i delete comments asking for another part. thanks xox (saying that, this might have a part 2, MIGHT)
synopsis: trusted with finding his heartbroken friend in a sex club, bakugou finds you instead.
warnings: heavy exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), fondling, grinding, kissing, mentions of oral (m receiving), public sex, everyone’s naked, everyone’s horny, they’re in a sex club, in my head this is set in germany, different, very smutty.
an: tumblr has me on a mature ban which is funny because this is very mature. let’s see if anyone gets this on their dash or if it’s in the tags xoxoxo kinda proofread
bakugou katsuki has stupid friends that make stupid choices.
“stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that.”
“what? you gotta get more confident man, you look good. everyone’s gonna be naked in there,” kirishima chuckles, staring down his blonde friend even though they’ve seen each other naked more than they can count. changing rooms, missions abroad with one hotel room, even an undercover situation where they had to bathe outside in a river. kirishima’s voice turns to a whisper, clutching his clothing to his chest, “don’t turn around there’s naked people behind you.”
“fuck off,” bakugou grunts stepping in unison with kirishima in the queue to slide his clothing across the cloakroom desk. “i’m gonna kill sparky once we find him.”
“arm.” the attendant demands, this bored looking guy who’s probably seen more testicles this one night than bakugou has seen his own.
“for what?” bakugou spits and it only comes out rude because he’s nervous. he’s already had his phone snatched away at the door, which explains why kaminari hasn’t been replying to their texts and now he’s standing with his dick out before a clothed man.
“cloakroom number. you’ve got no pockets.”
bakugou blinks as kirishima chuckles, handing over his clothes and holding out the inside of his muscled arm. bakugou does the same, frowning when he gets a red stamp on his left wrist.
22.
“can’t believe you’ve been to this shithole before,” bakugou grunts. he can’t stop fixing his hair, rubbing his nose, then adjusting his dick. there’s no clothes to fiddle with or pockets to stuff his hands into.
he’s following kirishima down this smoky purple led lit hallway and he can hear bustles of conversation and slow jazz getting louder with every step.
“denks took me once last summer. it was fun, everyone’s so friendly and it’s definitely not a shithole. if anything it’s pretty freeing, very clean. nothing to hide.”
he’s got no clue what that’s supposed to mean, not until he follows behind kirishima through these red velvet curtains and analyses the scene before him.
there’s a minty smell in the air, a thick layer of smoke so you can only make out details of someone once they’re beside you. the room is coated in that same pale purple light with people everywhere. multiple body shapes, genders and the only accessories being earrings.
bakugou’s never had nudity before him at this amount. he knows his friends have taken part in threesomes, a few foursomes but bakugou’s only ever been intimate with two people in his life. sex has never been a focus, not when he was so busy with saving the world… and his drunk friend who’s somewhere wallowing about his ex girlfriend.
“some people have their fuckin’ underwear on. i coulda kept mine!” bakugou whispers in his red headed friend’s ear even nudging him in annoyance.
it’s intimating. there’s women lounging in sofas, legs crossed, legs spread. arms cuddling another in conversation. two women was making out against the wall, her fingers snaking down her stomach and stuffing into the others pussy.
bakugou’s eyes widen, swings around so his back is facing them.
only to be facing a woman straddling a man’s lap, kissing down his neck, wrist flicking between their bodies. he looks to the bar and there’s three men talking, one with his hand on the others lower back pinging at his underwear band. then the third pops a pill in his mouth and swallows it down with an orange liquid. the men giggle, a palm on a chest, a leg between another, a tongue in an ear and—
kirishima shrugs, though bakugou can tell he’s not fazed by anything, in fact he’s interested. looking at the lean man against the wall, swishing a drink by the stem of the glass. he chews down on his bottom lip once he locks eyes with him.
“okay, let’s split up, he last said he was at the back? incase he’s moved, you stay at the front.” kirishima orders, seemingly now in a rush to get everything sorted.
bakugou eyes the man who’s staring down his friend. then the man looks at him, gaze slinking down his body, his cock. winks. bakugou’s eyes go to golf balls.
“you’re gonna leave me?”
kirishima laughs, already ducking out of the conversation, “i’m sure you’ll be safe, bro. you’ll get hit on a few times just say whatever you usually say.”
“how the fuck are you gonna find me again?”
“this place isn’t that big. i’ll check upstairs.”
“there’s a fuckin’ upstairs?” bakugou mumbles to himself once kirishima disappears within the purple haze.
bakugou knows he could be paranoid but he can feel people staring at him. it’s unlike the usual stare he gets as a hero, fans impressed with his quirk, who have been following him for years and are excited to see him in the flesh. instead the stares he’s getting now, as he wanders through this faux house gathering are charged.
people are eying him like fresh meat, as if they can feel that this is his first time being naked in a public space. his anxiety stinks, but smells good, only brewing arousal in these people.
a man ogles his arms like they’re chunks of chocolate. a woman stares straight at his cock and smiles when it twitches. he’s about to beg a security guard, who stands in a suit at the door for his jacket until he remembers why he’s here.
to find his stupid fuckin’ friend who’s drunk himself in a sad stupor. nobody else here seems to be on that wave. chatting like they’re at a casual houseparty but lacking all their clothes.
bakugou circles one room, ignoring the whispers of two women sitting cross legged on the carpet. one is leaning on her hand behind her back, breasts out and perked.
“hey handsome,” she says and bakugou can only bring himself to nod.
he scatters into the next room. people making out on a sofa. a group of five are playing spin the bottle around the table. a woman with blonde hair is in heaven, moaning with her head flung back as everyone watches on. a few men touch themselves to it but pull away when another man springs from under the table, wiping his mouth.
“fuck, i’ve been wanting to do that!”
“spin the goddamn bottle, i wanna try!”
one of the guys notices him looking, “oi! wanna play? i think your my friend’s type.”
bakugou doesn’t even bother to reply, glancing away with the snap of his head. one step forward and he bumps into a body.
soft and shorter than him. skin on skin, his hand brushing against a breast as he stabilises himself and clutches on your arm so you don’t fall in the process.
bakugou has to blink a few times to get his vision straight. just so he can be sure what he’s seeing is correct.
bakugou’s not sure what word to describe you but the first word that comes to mind is glittery. you’ve got a light glitter across your perfect chest, your arms, your— he stops once he sees a tuft of hair below your stomach. heat rises to his cheeks faster than ever before and he knows, he fucking feels the rush of blood to his cock.
you’re so fucking pretty.
“you’ve got glitter on me,” is the first thing he says but makes no move to wipe it off. instead he looks at that spot where your neck meets your shoulder, how smooth it looks. then, the plain gold hooped earrings in your ears and your shiny watery eyes. nothing about you is symmetrical, not the shape of your eyebrows or your breasts. your lips are luscious, clearly moisturised and he wonders if you’ve kissed anyone tonight.
bakugou katsuki has never met anyone naked for the first time. especially not the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on. nothing could have prepared him for this. nothing kirishima prepped him about in the car, definitely nothing in his hero education.
you giggle, butter smooth, hands at your waist and your head cocked to the side like you’re analysing.
“gives something for people to remember me by,” you grin, your teeth are not perfect but your smile is so insanely adorable. bakugou steps forward. “it’s also a hack for any married men. their wives get to find out what they’re doing in the evenings.”
bakugou’s brows rise. “that’s smart.”
“yeah, it happens more than you think.”
bakugou inhales. it’s a little shaky when he inhales your citrus perfume and the mint that feels like it’s being pumped in the air. you must be able to tell how on edge he is right now, overwhelmed and even more so now with your presence. he’s grateful you don’t look past his adonis belt, because then you’d understand exactly how you’re feeling.
“can i touch you? you’re so built. i’ve never seen anyone who looks like you,” you murmur, transfixed by his body. your eyes dart across his pectorals, his brown nipples and then his abdomen. bakugou can’t distinguish whether its interest in a biological way or sexually. especially when you stare at the soft tissue pink scar right in the centre of his chest.
bakugou swallows a gulp of his spit. he’s supposed to be finding… they must be pumping pheromones in the air because somehow he’s willing to get on his knees in front of everyone and stuff his head between your legs.
“fuck,” he sniffs abruptly, “y-yeah, you can.”
the little “yay!” that tumbles through you surprises him, creates a whole new folder in his head of how you’re endearing. right beside how sexy you look.
you flatten both your palms on his pectorals first causing bakugou to inhale sharply. his chest is falling and rising hastily just from that, from you being fucking pretty and naked and interested in him. you squeeze, lips in an o shape in surprise.
“they’re softer than i thought. wow, you’re beautiful,” you say with a smile, thumbs brushing over his nipples. bakugou is forced to grip a bookshelf beside him. “you must be in the gym everyday.”
“n-not exactly,” he manages as your finger strokes the smooth scar on his chest, then the two darker brown fleshy scars at his side. they don’t hurt him anymore, hasn’t hurt him for years but somehow you touching them so inquisitively has sparks flying through them. “i’m a…”
does he say his job? can you guess?
“you don’t have to tell me now if you don’t want to. maybe later.”
you draw your fingers across his eight pack, a finger dipping in every curve. he feels firm, hard, undoubtedly strong. like consistency, persistence and pain was needed to look like this. he doesn’t notice you press your thighs together but he does notice how you bite your lip when you finally gaze down at his cock.
leaking, red and prominent against his lower stomach.
“even your dick is pretty. where the hell are you from?” you laugh, “i’m surprised nobody has snatched you up yet.”
he wouldn’t want anyone to talk to him but you.
“i think you’re pretty, too.”
bakugou cringes as soon as the words leave his mouth. how childish, running around the sandpit to not catch cooties did that sound?
but again, to his surprise, you coo at him. your hands still haven’t left his body, pressing down on his sides, up to squeeze his shoulders. bakugou feels like he’s on fire, raging from unburied tension. he grits his teeth because he thinks he could come from you just touching his upper body, staring at him with your little smile.
“that’s so cute. thank you,” you reply honestly and bakugou gives a soldier like nod, “is this your first time here? you’ve got the first time nerves.”
“‘m not nervous,” but all the blood from his head is rushing right down to his crotch. you're massaging his shoulders now and bakugou is sure he’s about to loose stability in his knees.
“okay,” you don’t argue, “but it’s your first time?”
he wants to say he’s not a fucking virgin but he knows that’s not what you mean and it does feel like his first time all over again. definitely reminiscent of his first time watching pornography back in his room as a teen. over interested, horny but refusing to touch himself yet.
“yeah. my friends are here somewhere.”
it’s as if you’re magnetic, unable to take your hands off him. now they’re on his biceps, squeezing every couple seconds like you’re checking he’s still there.
“oh i know what that’s like. my first time here, i found my friend sucking this guy off less than half an hour in. she wasn’t even on anything.”
bakugou blinks, standing there like a mannequin that needs to be clothed. his cock aches.
“are you on anythin’?”
you shake your head, “no! my usual guy who i get stuff from isn’t here today, so just a few shots earlier.”
usual guy. this isn’t the place for him to feel jealous, it’s not, but he wonders if there’s anything you’d like him to give you. anything.
two girls and a guy walk past you and him, first acknowledging you with a little wave and giving him those same hungry eyes as everyone before. with his attention away from you, he realises how many people aren’t only staring at him but you. were people getting off on you touching him? there was a girl and guy on the sofa clearly talking about you, did they want you too? one of the men around the spin the bottle round table had an envious look in his eye and bakugou wasn’t sure if it was towards him or you. he shifts his body so that guy wouldn’t be able to see you.
“what’s your name?” bakugou asks. though he eyes your wrist.
a red stamped 47.
“yn,” bakugou’s not sure if you’re telling the truth. “you can touch me too if you want. i’d like it if you did.”
he didn’t come here to talk to women, he didn’t come here to fondle women, even if they’d like him to do so. kirishima has probably found kaminari right? they’re both grown ass men and kirishima has been here before. it’s fine.
you can sense the carousel of revolving thoughts in his head, so slowly as if he’s a sensitive kitten that will run away at any loud noise, you remove your hands from his body and wrap them around his wrists. you drag his hands half an inch away from your chest. “it’s okay, i promise.”
there’s the space for him to decline, your grip loose so he can pull away. but he wants too, he just probably shouldn’t be.
“f-fuck,” he whispers, pressing his hands on your clavicle. “if i touch you anymore, i will come and i can’t fuckin’ come like this.”
you frown playfully, a little laugh, “why not?”
bakugou stills, “what d’you mean? shit’s embarrassing, i need you to come first—,”
your hands are back on his wrists, sliding his palms down to the fat of your breasts. his hands are massive, able to grab both in a single hand. you exhale softly as if you just took a hit of endorphins.
“what’s your name?”
“katsuki.”
he doesn’t even have in him to lie.
“nothing is embarrassing here, katsuki. maybe if you fall flat on your face. that still applies here.”
he squeezes your breasts, tender incase he hurts you. it only makes you step in closer to him, your arms wrapping around his neck. “you’ve got such warm hands.”
bakugou’s thankful you’re cautious to not press your body into his cock. “i’ve never seen a woman like you.”
your eyes are fluttered shut once he starts to massage, glitter from your body transferring onto his palms. it’s all over his body too, like you both are born from the same star.
“i wanna take you home and squeeze you. you’re so adorable.” you whine, opening your eyes to give him a pout.
he doesn’t get this reaction from women, usually he’s the one in charge throwing them on a bed, kissing them first. but you’ve got him tied around your finger, listening to every word you say.
“you guys look gorgeous together, by the way,” a rather pretty man says in passing and your smile beams.
“thank you, honey!”
then your attention is back on bakugou like you knew he was crumbling without you.
“you can pinch them if you want.” you offer, taking your fingers through the hair on his nape.
bakugou looks at his hands on your breasts. his hands are ugly he thinks. always too sweaty, scarred all over though he always keeps his nails clean and cut. they drown your body, your flesh spilling between each of his fingers.
“you’re so…,” he’s out of words to describe how angelic you are, rolling your perked nipple with the pad of his thumb. you’re so reactive, bubbles of light delighted exhales. when he pinches your left bud you moan and bakugou is forced to squeeze the base of his cock.
you laugh at the flush of red in his cheeks, his jaw sharp as he grits down. he’s taking heavy controlled breaths, looking up at the ceiling to calm himself down.
this man, katsuki, is stupidly gorgeous. walking around this event like he’s so unaware of himself. it’s what drew you to him. you’ve figured out pretty quickly that he’s ridden with anxiety, pent up with arousal and is so determined to not come.
“i’m sorry, katsuki. it’s not because of me is it?” your hand flies to your mouth, but the giggles spill out.
he should be embarrassed at your laugh at his clear inability to control himself over your naked body and touching your breasts. about to nut in a room full of people over some half-baked fondling. but he isn’t, it feels like you’re both in this together.
“‘course it’s ’cause of you. i just need to—,” he runs his hand up and down his shaft twice, before letting go. he blinks at you, your pointed nipples, your confident smirk. he wonders how you smell if he dipped between your legs. “i’m good now.”
as good as he can be in this situation. he’s fucked.
you give him an understanding nod, biting down your smile. “if you want, we can sit down. talk a little?”
you’re like a fairy. not those dainty petite ones out of them fairytales but a real, glowing one with your palm out for him to take. you almost feel like a figment of his imagination, like he’s suffering from object permanence if he isn’t touching you. he can’t tell if you’re laughing at him just a little bit, he’s not sure if he cares. he’s out of his depth here, getting whiplash with his limits adjusting by the second.
there’s no chance he’s having sex with anyone in public. he’d do anything you ask him to and you don’t even have to say please.
bakugou slides his palm into your smaller one and allows himself to gaze down your back as you drag him away somewhere. your back is smooth, curved and he imagines kissing down your spine. your ass, he glances away, then he looks back. two round globes that ripple with every step you make. he wants to see his fingers gripping your flesh, how it shakes when he slaps a cheek.
he glances at your face to find you smirking at the fact he was so clearly checking you out.
“s-sorry, it’s—,”
“you can look at me, katsuki. we’re all naked here.”
you stop him in front of an empty maroon leather sofa though there’s still other people in the room. a group of four playing a card game on a blanket. a compulsory couple making out on another sofa, always someone making out somewhere. he should be used to it now but beside that couple there’s a man with a man and a woman licking his dick.
bakugou rips his eyes away from the scene when you drop yourself into the sofa, sitting sideways with your legs curled. you perch your arm on the back of the sofa, head resting in your palm. you tap the space beside you.
“sit, gorgeous.”
he does because he can see your pussy when he stands. was there a shine there? is it because of him? bakugou flops down, apologising abruptly when the weight of him causes your side of the sofa to bounce.
“it’s okay, you’re a big guy after all,” you say, snuggling up close to him. your hand is back on his chest but he notices your eyes widen.
“what?”
your finger swipes at the precome that’s brushed at his abs from how he’s sitting. you’re quick, eager, like you’ve been caught with your fingers in the peanut butter jar.
bakugou’s never been so hard in his life, his head is a bulging red though the colour dimmed down under the purple lights. he flings his head back on the chair but his hand finds your thigh. squeezes.
“you’re killin’ me. i didn’t expect this when i came here. i was supposed to be in and out.”
“that’s honest. you didn’t expect to be turned on in a room full of naked people.” there’s a moan in the background, a couple. “or you didn’t expect to find me?”
bakugou opens his eyes to look at you, you’re clearly more presentable than he is right now. his eyes are watery, pupils blown out like just taken something and he already looks like he’s been run through tonight. fucked in all types of ways. his lips are parted, staring at your smiling ones.
“you. i don’t even know what to say to you.”
he doesn’t know what’s appropriate in this context. with people fucking and sucking all around him, how honest can he be?
a gasp gets stuck in bakugou’s windpipe when your hand cradles his cheek, thumb brushing the blushed apple right under his eye. the movement presses your breasts together, has bakugou once again wondering how the hell you’re real right now.
“tell me what you’re thinking. your first thought.”
he feels as if he’s about to start salivating. he can see every one of your eyelashes, curled up and batting against your cheeks with every blink. your eyes are caring, looking at him softly like you know he needs to be looked after here, a little push of confidence. bakugou’s never been treated like this in his life.
“i wanna eat you out. feel you come on my tongue. so fuckin’ bad, i feel like i’m going insane.”
he notices your thighs press together now, how your body shivers, how you snuggle closer to him with your breasts against his bicep.
“hearing you say that is going to make me drip onto this sofa.” your voice is like silk, weaving in one ear and out the other.
bakugou’s hand slides from your thigh to your ass, squeezing you roughly, arousal uncontrolled.
“i was thinkin’ how the fuck is everyone able to just fuck in public here and now i’m close to beggin’ you to let me. just a taste.” he can barely pronounce a consonant, all his words slurring together, drunk on everything you are.
“you sure you want to? you don’t have to,” but you’re just taunting him. you can see how much he wants to, if not in his eyes but in his raging cock slapped against his chest. you stretch a bare leg across his lap and this large, beautiful man moans for you.
this is probably your favourite type. hot and ready after some touching. wanting to please you just from the sight of you alone. definitely helps that he’s built like a god and looks as if he can back up whatever he puts down.
“please let me,” he groans and you watch as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “i’ll do it here, let me do it here for you.”
you don't say a word, laying back on the sofa and slowly opening your legs.
bakugou feels like he’s about to shut down. your shine catches the light, gloss covering your lips, trickling down to between your ass. you’re pretty, everywhere and he can smell how much you need a release. his heart raps against his chest likes just finished a sprint and he grabs the base of his cock whilst gritting his teeth.
“fuck, sorry. i’m tryin’ so hard not to bust. i fuckin’ can’t,.” he’s blubbering away, unable to take his eyes from between your legs. you’re so fucking pretty. “so perfect. where the fuck have you been all my life?”
you’re laughing again, propping up your head at the arm rest as bakugou adjusts his body to have his head between your thighs. you ruffle his hair, tugging it lightly before letting go.
“you’re so adorable. i knew you’d be good for me.”
that has bakugou dragging his eyes away from your pussy to your face. “i’m good for you?”
he isn’t the submissive one in sex, in his life. he takes control of everything, he’s the one telling others where to go and what to do and… here he isn’t. here he’s waiting for your next word and there’s a couple people watching it happen. fuck, more people are in the room now. sitting on other sofas, staring at him looking at you like you created the stars in the sky.
“yes katsuki, so good. you said you wanted me, have a taste.”
the permission has him purring like a new shiny engine, both his thumbs spreading you apart and bakugou feels rewarded. thick sweetness pouring from your hole and he’s quick to lap it up so it doesn’t get on the sofa. he can’t waste any of you, how disrespectful that would be. your exhales are bubbling with every lick bakugou makes, firstly tender like he’s testing the waters before he dives in.
he grips your thighs like a man starved, the first piece of meat he’s seen in days. then he starts to rock his face into you. messy like nobody taught the man any manners. licks stripes across you so everything’s contained, moans sending vibrations through you because you taste even better than he could imagine. a sweet tang, that has him rolling his eyes to the back of his head.
bakugou is consumed by you, by taste, scent and sight, that he forgets about his own hard cock and the crowd that has formed.
“can i touch you—,” it’s another voice, one said to your katsuki but he’s busy.
“don’t touch him,” you bite, grinding your hips up into his mouth, back arching when he suctions his plush lips over your clit, “fuck, katsuki! you’re doing so well, baby. you’re going to make me come.”
bakugou’s too engrossed, focused on your sounds and words to guide him, to ensure he’s doing the best he can. but you notice, you notice the jealous eyes, the aroused ones, even the curious ones in the corner. there’s even word spreading round to other rooms of what’s happening, of this sexy newcomer that has his head between your thighs.
“she’s so hot, she’s never let me do that.”
“who is he… who are they? d’you think they’d want me as a third?”
“i’m getting hard again just watching this.”
everything here is lewd, this is a protected place for your wildest fantasies to come true. the attention only encourages your orgasm, the watery red eyes of this stranger dragging you to the edge.
“need you to come on my face,” he grunts like a raging beast, lifting up on his knees to push yours by your head.
he needs a better position, one to get right inside of you, have your orgasm stretch as long as possible.
you mewl at the burn in your thighs, but it’s welcomed as his wet prodding tongue circles your clit again and again before sucking harshly. he’s created his own rhythm. a paw clutches at your breast as he grunts, ruby eyes staring at you for a reaction.
“we’ve got ourselves fans, katsuki,” you whisper to him and he can tell you are close, eyes fluttering, almost completely gone.
he slips two fingers into you and pre from his cock leaks onto his chest at how wet you are. now, bakugou finally pays attention to all the eyes in the room with his mouth slick with you. the couple that were making out have pulled apart to stare at you. there’s a man running his fist up and down himself. there’s groups of people just watching, more coming in as his fingers pump in and out of you.
how the fuck has he gotten here? a new flush of heat floods him, pride at everyone seeing how well he treats you. that you’re moaning and wailing for him.
“you like everyone watchin’ you, huh? you want everyone to see how pretty you look when you come?”
you look delirious, biting down on your lip as you nod, trying to lock your knee around his neck to bring him back to you.
“yes. i want everyone to see me come because of you.”
he doesn’t understand a thing about right now, just that he needs to take you there.
so he does, loud squelches of his fingers curling along your walls and his lips sucking your clit like he needs it for his survival. your orgasm rocks through you, bursts of come seeping from your hole and bakugou tries his best to keep it in his fingers, clicking around them and grunting when some spills.
your body vibrates, legs tensing in the air as sweat gathers at your temples. you’re murmuring swears with whines and your grip on his head gets stronger to keep him there through your orgasm.
there’s multiple other moans through the room, conversation about you and katsuki but it’s gone mute as white flashes your vision. once bakugou’s sure he’s lapped you all up, sucked you completely off his fingers, he kisses your stomach lightly, fixated on the empty pulsing between your legs.
“you good? wasn’t too much?” he asks you as your chest falls and rises.
you can barely manage to lift yourself up so you take his hand, “loved it. i knew you’d be good with your mouth.”
you still notice the urgency in his eyes so you look over at his cock, about to reach for it.
“you both are hot. mind if i join?” a man with dark hair, toned.
“no. fuck off,” bakugou snarls, lifting you up so you’re wrapped under an arm, tucked to his side. “you’re lucky we’re lettin’ you even watch.”
your smile blooms, awarding bakugou with kisses along his shoulder, a soft bite where his neck meets. “it’s your turn now, katsuki. need to take care of you before you pass out on me.”
you’re both sitting so intimately. you look exhausted after your orgasm and your skin is tacky with sweat against his. yet he holds you tight, skin to skin, your arms circling his neck.
“you don’t have to. i can sort this at home,” he doesn’t know why he says this. is he being polite? he’s now aware of the eyes around him. some people have dispersed since he stopped eating you out. others now just littered around the room.
“no,” you whine, a kiss on his jaw. he’s yet to kiss your lips. “i want to make you come. want to say thank you.”
your face is a few inches from his, hanging onto him like a koala. he’s committing this all to memory, the red printed 47 on your wrist. how your eyes are glassy like you owe him more than just an orgasm. how you gripped his hair once you noticed how many people were watching.
“can i kiss you?” his fingers run down your sides.
“so cute,” you whisper against his lips, sliding onto his open mouth and thrusting your tongue inside.
the kiss is amazing, sexy. has your hips moving against his side without warning. you can feel his boost of confidence as he sucks on your tongue, tilting his head to get deeper down your throat. he bites down on your bottom lip, hating to be away from you completely for a second before his lips land on you again. he tastes like you and something sweet and it’s all effortless as he begins to push you back down onto the sofa, thick forearms by your head so he can begin to grind between your sensitive legs.
bakugou doesn’t last long at all, he knows he wouldn’t be able to. as your legs wrap around his waist, all he wants is a pussy job. to feel you wet and soaked around his cock. but three thrusts from you with your tongue in his mouth and bakugou bursts all over your chest. his groan is incredible, has you clinging onto him in necessity.
it’s one jolt of come, then his face goes slack, grunts of “fuck, couldn’t stop myself.” hating how he couldn’t go on for longer, even though he’s been burning since he saw you.
“it’s okay baby, it’s all for me. i love that it’s all for me,” you say to him, working him through his weak thrusts as he’s unable to even kiss you, just transferring his hot breath into your mouth. another jolt and his seed pours. “you’re so sexy. i’ve missed you.”
that makes bakugou laugh, his come gathering in your tummy button, under your breasts and through your hair on your mound. “i’ve fuckin’ missed you too. where have you been?”
bakugou’s barely conscious as he lays beside you out of breath and out of any will to move.
“sorry, i know i’ve made a mess—,”
you tut, but you only mean it sweetly when he glances over at you, “stop apologising. there’s wipes and tissues under the chair.”
“that was so sexy, if you guys are ever looking for two more—,”
“no!” you and katsuki blurt, “we’re good.”
as the girl walks away, bakugou sighs delightfully, reaching for the pack of wipes to clean up.
“wait, wait,” you say, scooping up his come from your stomach on your finger and stuffing it in your mouth.
bakugou stares with a slacked jaw, reaching over to kiss the corner of your lips as you swallow.
“are you gonna let me see you again? maybe out of here?”
you cock your head to the side as he wipes over your stomach, then your thighs.
you take longer than needed to reply, enough time for bakugou to mumble, “please?”
“what the fuck!? there you are!” kirishima bustles in, stomping over with kaminari behind him still looking heartbroken but now considerably more interested in whatever's just gone down. “no way, kacchan? seriously?”
kirishima’s eyes flicker over you still laying on the sofa as bakugou wipes you down, very obvious about everything that’s just happened.
“good for you man,” he says solemnly, slapping his hand on bakugou’s shoulder.
“kacchan?” you ask.
“short for katsuki,” he says into your hair and there’s something inside you that bursts in delight that he trusted you with his actual name.
“this is yn,” he blurts, knocking his head with yours. the fuck is he supposed to do, caught just having sex in a sex club with a beautiful woman by his two friends, “she’s sweet.”
kaminari laughs wetly, “course she is. how did he find someone and i lost someone. the love of my life.”
“sorry about him. still distraught. i found him asleep upstairs—,”
“then i woke up to him sucking off this guy—,”
“shut up,” kirishima whines.
“was it that same guy we saw when we walked in?” bakugou asks and he’s met with a slow nod, that becomes a small smile in remembrance.
the dynamic of katsuki and his friends wasn’t what you expecting. you weren’t sure what you were expecting really, but it wasn’t this. light laughter between them both, all three of them jacked and muscled like they have the same hobbies.
“anyway we’re heading out now, you coming with kacchan? or you wanna stay with yn here?”
bakugou looks to you. he wants to be anywhere you are. maybe do more with you, talk to you. find out what you do for work, your dreams, your family. he wants to touch you in his bedroom, without a crowd.
“i’ll meet you at the cloakroom in fifteen.”
with two waves to you, you look over at bakugou with a pout. “you’re leaving?”
“you can come with me? this isn’t my thing,” he looks around the room, “not at all. but i wanna spend more time with you. maybe outta here?”
it’s the same nervousness from earlier but instead of coming out jumpy he’s unable to make eye contact, hands unable to leave your thighs.
“okay… i’ll say goodbye to a few people and meet you outside?”
bakugou doesn’t hide his shock at you agreeing. he was expecting push back, this being a once in a lifetime situation where he meets the most beautiful girl of his dreams and never again. but you rise to your feet, taking his hand like you’re helping him up.
on your tiptoes, you kiss his cheek, “i’ll be quick okay?”
he shakes his head, “take your time.”
with kirishima and kaminari clothed at the front of the car, bakugou sighs for the fifth time.
“it’s been ten minutes bro, she said she will come, she’s coming,” kaminari says from inside the car through the window, his eyes closed. “you wont be let down. not like i was.”
bakugou stands leaning with his arms crossed against the car, kicking a rock.
“maybe she doesn’t notice you without your dick out,” kirishima laughs, which only makes kaminari laugh too.
“fuck off, we all had our dicks out—,”
“sorry for taking so long, they couldn’t find my clothes!”
you look completely different yet completely the same, under the harsh yellow streetlight compared to the fuzzy purple haze from the club. you look real, beautiful, in reach for him to kiss with a clear head. and clothed, you’re adorable. dressed nothing like the minx that enjoys having an audience when she orgasms.
you’ve got a fluffy striped jumper on and baggy denim blue jeans with your bag over your shoulder. you look like you’re dressed to do a food shop, a student going to university. fuck… he cannot even wrap his head around the fact came over your chest a mere half an hour ago.
“you look adorable,” he blurts and you give him a grin, stuffing your hand in his face.
“shut up katsuki, that’s my word for you,” though he only grabs your wrist, kissing the faintly stamped 47.
he continues holding it when you peep your head to the open window to his friends. “thanks for dropping me off guys!”
“no problem!”
bakugou opens the back door for you, “d’you wanna come back to mine?”
he asks before you get in and like before, there’s an extra second pause. then, “are you going to tell me what you do for work?”
“he’s a pro hero, we all are,” kaminari groans, his hangover settling in as well as his urge to go home.
your eyes widen, your hand back on his chest like feeling him will reveal the truth. he’s now coated in a plain black tshirt. “oh wow.”
“guys we really can be horny in the car instead of outside. get in.” kirishima says and it’s a quick scramble of you sliding in and then bakugou after.
it’s inevitable, an attempt to be appropriate but straying from it at every corner.
another kiss shared in the backseat between you saying how many siblings you have, bakugou gripping your thigh as he says where he grew up. kaminari sharing an embarrassing tidbit about bakugou growing up and bakugou threatening to snap his neck. then the blonde apologises to you for saying that while kaminari whines in the background.
when kirishima drops you and bakugou outside of his skyrise apartment the only thing you can think to say is, “you’re a really good friend.”
bakugou huffs a laugh, slinging his arm around your shoulders, “not really. i was eatin’ you out when i shoulda been lookin’ for him.”
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studying for weeks to surprise bkg in lingerie and saying multiple sexy phrases in his language fluently. He’s so turned on and impressed with ur Japanese he’s gonna explode and so so proud GOD THE DICK FROM THIS WOULD BE INSANEEEE
LOVE LANGUAGE (1.5k)
bakugou katsuki x reader
synopsis: to show your love for your boyfriend, you learn his language.
content warnings: nsfw, minors dni, f!reader, a load of dirty talk, fingering, grinding
notes: to be willing to learn a language to understand your partner… wrote this in 2023, finished in 2025 and edited to post in 2026. italics are for japanese. something fun and short. completely forgot this was as finished as it will ever be.
this would be no easy feat. as a gift for your boyfriend for being the best one to have ever existed, you have decided to learn his language for him, complete with donning your body in the prettiest lingerie money could buy.
okay, not the whole language, you don't have that much time and since the lingerie is the easiest part (basically an award for participation), you've decided to try really hard with learning phrases.
you've adopted help from your girl friends that also speak japanese for translations, common sexy phrases and of course, pronunciation. you've basically got a script down and to say you were nervous is an understatement.
especially, as you lounge on your sofa, creepily whispering dirty phrases to yourself so you don't forget and readjusting your legs so they look appealing when he walks in. nobody can say you aren't romantic in your relationship.
your front door slams shut, paired with a tired huff and the sound of boots kicking off. you know from rhythm of steps who it is so you take a deep breath.
"baby? i need a fuckin' cuddle, today kicked me in the ass—,”
bakugou doesn’t mean for his jaw to drop but it does before quickly sliding up to the smirk you love to see. he starts at your shiny bare legs, cute thighs to these lacy pink panties you’ve got on. barely covering your ass and poorly covering your pussy. then your soft stomach, your pretty tits in a matching baby pink bra and then his favourite face in the world. you’re coated in jewellery, all pieces he’s bought for you. earrings from your last holiday in santorini, necklace from when he asked to be your boyfriend, anklet from a mission where he missed you and rings for all random reasons, all from him.
he crosses his arms, gazing over you like he’s excited to devour. “ah, guess i’m gettin’ more than a cuddle tonight? what did i do to deserve this?”
the fear dissipates after seeing the lust in his eyes and his complete attention. you’re not as worried about your next plan, especially as he mumbles under his breath without realising.
“y’so beautiful.”
you rest your head on your palm, running a finger up your thigh. he’s following the movement until you speak, head snapping up to yours, mouth dropping for another reason.
“hey gorgeous, how was work?”
the sound bakugou makes is almost inhumane. he pulls up his long t-shirt sleeves as if to prepare himself, “hah? you goin' bilingual on me, babe?”
you almost snort a laugh but you keep in character, tilting your head with a flirty dramatic pout, “i’ve been waiting for you.”
he feels as if his head is about to pop, too many unanswered questions. he gets closer to you with one knee in the sofa, between your legs as he hovers over you. his language falling from your lips, looking like a dream? what is going on?
bubbles of giggles spill at the sight of his face, his lips moving with no words coming out. just, “wait… what? who? hah?!” large hands paw at your thighs spreading them open playfully, only it’s not playful at all when the fabric between your legs is so thin, it slides between your lips.
you feel the bulge in his jeans as it hardens on your thigh and bakugou grunts. “fuck. you gotta stop.”
“i’ve been playing with myself… t-thinking of you.” the words are practiced on your tongue and they get the desired reaction.
“do you know what you’re sayin’? who taught you this?” he demands, though there’s no vigour, just a suffocating need for you. he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, pushing you down onto your back. “don’t tell me you learnt this for me?”
you give him a little shrug, a finger over your lips in a shushing motion. you tug him down by the t-shirt, his hands sliding up to rest by your head and you live for the burn in your thighs from his body weight.
“kiss?”
his hard cock presses against your centre, fully clothed and begging to be exposed. you sigh lightly and bakugou can’t stop staring at you in awe.
“i love you,” he whispers and you know what he means, “i love you so much.”
you eyes glow in understanding, “i love you.“ you’re grinning and he can’t help but match, leaning his forehead on yours to chuckle.
it’s you who cups his chin and brings his lips to yours.
you kiss for minutes, hours, forever. him rocking between your legs, electricity shooting through your body, your arms circling his neck to keep him close and every few seconds he’ll ping your bra strap or cup your breast. he tastes like longing, like need. he’s been at work for so long, he’d rather spend his evening drowning in everything you are.
there’s moans upon wet kisses and when you pull away you remember to mumble, “really pretty.” you run your thumb over his eyebrow.
bakugou can’t stop grinning, eyes in the shape of crescent moons, breath hot on your lips. “me? i’m pretty?”
you nod, nibbling his ear.
“i think i’m more sexy, princess.”
you grip the neckline off his t-shirt, urging him to pull it off, “pretty and sexy.”
he does what you ask, resting on his knees in a clean swoop. the action makes your underwear damp, a cologne advert right before you. ripples of muscle, all alluding to strength and persistence. you mewl.
then there’s a moment of no talking amongst the heavy breathing. there’s only been kisses so far, bakugou scanning your body like it’s something he need to revise into his brain so it’s there even when he blinks. you’re about to start withering, begging for him, finger tips clawing for his skin.
then, “fuck it, i’m takin’ you to bed.” he swoops you up. arms under your ass, tits in his face.
“lucky me, sex in a bed,” you giggle and so does your boyfriend.
“you ran out of words, baby?”
he kicks open his bedroom door and it’s you that pushes him onto the mattress, unbuckling his belt in a rush like no other.
“no.” you breathe, eyes becoming shiny globes when finally, you pull down his trousers and underwear at once. he helps you shuffle them off to the ground and you think you could be dribbling at the sight of him. aroused and hard. his tip is a glossy red, sticky with pre.
“no, no, baby. want you to fuck yourself on my fingers. wanna stretch you before i fuck you,” he knows what you want without words, that it was instinct to wrap your lips around his tip. though he pulls you up to his lips, dragging you into a kiss.
your tongues brush, sweet and burning. his skin is hot beneath yours, practically a furnace and you only jump out of everything that is bakugou katsuki when you hear a rip from between your legs.
you pull off him, “katsuki!”
the middle of your underwear is now a flap, ripped from where it connects to the part that covers your ass so he’s got easy access. your annoyance is simmered easily when he strikes your clit softly, caressing you.
“shh, baby, i’ll get you new ones,” he kisses your jaw while your eyes flutter shut.
he’s so talented with his fingers, but since he dedicates the majority of his home life to your pleasure, you guess it makes sense.
his fingers drift to your centre, circling around your wet hole, “fuck yourself on them.” he grunts, ignoring the feeling of your thigh against the head of his cock. he wants to see you fall apart over him.
bakugou slips two fingers inside of you and you do the rest. rocking your body back onto him, following your bodies desires without a thought passing through your brain. it feels almost rabid, animalistic, chasing your needs like this. it's sticky and wet, your whines desperate and loud. bakugou just coos in your ear, “fuck, c’mon baby. all for me.”
“so g-good,” you remember to mumble and you don’t miss the hitch in his throat.
katsuki knows you too well, how your clenching and head dropping onto his chest means you’re close.
“more, please. more,” you pant and he meets your thrusts with his hand, even adding an extra finger when he manages to get you to be still for a second.
your clenching makes bakugou’s jaw tighten, “come for me, princess.”
and you do. with a broken moan in your throat, you clench the bedsheets beside you as you keep grinding on his fingers. “oh, oh my… k-katsuki.” you mumble.
as you begin to slow down, he massages your ass and slowly pulls out of you to assess his fingers.
“fuck me, prettiest thing you are,” his three fingers shine in the lamp light and you open your eyes to see your lover watching his fingers like he found something rare. “wanna taste?”
you don’t know what he’s saying exactly but you can guess from how he tips his fingers to your lips. his eyes are half lidded, lips parted in awe as you take his fingers in his mouth and lick.
“my girl. my fuckin’ girl,” he coos and you drink up all his praise.
— 1.6k. bakugou katsuki x f!reader. minors dni. suggestive. established relationship. something short n fun.
“can you sit in my bedroom or somethin’? you’re distractin’ me.”
you spin around on your fluffy socks to face your boyfriend who sits in his underwear and a black jumper in front of his desktop computer. the designated outfit for an online meeting at home, office at the top and comfy on the bottom. you’re pretty sure the team he will be talking to will all be dressed in suits and ties in their offices but saving the country since you were a teen, means you get to push rules and normalities. like wearing underwear and a sweater to an online meeting.
your eyes are barely open, probably crusted and you’re still squinting at the bright morning light streaming into his kitchen. you’ve only rolled out of bed less than five minutes ago, yet to even brush your teeth and instead, you’ve drifted to switch the kettle on.
you don’t notice bakugou eyeing your old ratty pyjama bottoms that your auntie gifted you one christmas back when you were still at school. the elastic has gone on the waist so you have to roll them up twice which causes them to sit rather unattractively at your ankle. but they’re so comfortable that they stay in your pyjama rotation to the point they’ve even ended up at your boyfriend’s apartment. in the first few months of dating, you wouldn’t have been caught dead in them but now, you couldn’t care less.
paired with one of his old white merch t-shirts that have his hero name printed in grey basic text across your breast. the fabric completely drowns your body, the seams of the shoulders landing almost at your elbows. the tee sits below your ass and you've got your usual pale pink silk bonnet on your head, you have no clue why bakugou katsuki, your dear beloved boyfriend is staring at you with those eyes.
his shiny ruby eyes half lidded, head tilted clearly interested and his palm gripping his bare thigh. you haven’t even washed your face yet.
“i’ll be quiet. you won’t even notice me.”
you stomp over to his fridge, cringing at the blast of cold air. perhaps you went one glass of wine too far last night with your friends.
“you forgot to pick up more oat milk for me, ‘suki!” you groan, flinging your head back like it’s the end of the world.
“there’s a new one on top of the fridge. you forgot to put it in the fridge, baby.” he mumbles, clicking away at his desktop, able to drag his stare away from your body. but since he’s in your orbit, he only lasts a couple seconds before he’s back staring at you.
“oh. my bad,” you huff, stretching up to grab the milk on top of the fridge.
bakugou sighs. adjusts himself in his underwear.
“the meeting is in less than ten mins. you gotta be out by then.”
you scrunch all your features like you’ve just been exposed to a horrible smell. stinky rotten eggs or weeks old sour milk. you pause from making tea just to bother bakugou.
“why do you want me out so bad? you’re being mean,” you moan, crossing your arms over your chest.
it only draws bakugou’s attention to your nipples, two points poking beautifully against the fabric of his t-shirt. you’re so sexy and so unaware, that it’s painful for the blonde. your bonnet tied with a bow at the front of your head is downright adorable.
“i’m not being mean. i don’t want a hard on while i talk to the fuckin’ commission. they’re already on my dick about other shit,” bakugou sighs, voice going breathy by the end.
he’s already showered, been up for two hours before you and has done a considerable amount of work already all while you were sleeping away in his bed. he’s already been tempted to climb in beside you, sneak under the quilt and between your legs. but he’s got to work so he can get you oat milk for your morning tea.
bakugou is shocked when a giggle spills from you. it’s slightly croaky and raspy from being early for you but still so very soothing for his ears. he frowns.
“you find me sexy like this?” your smile is glorious, toothy and it highlights the imprints of the pillows over your left cheek.
wearing his t-shirt with your favourite pyjama bottoms and fluffy striped socks? one of bakugou’s favourite looks on you. he knows exactly what you smell like right now, your morning musk, a little sweaty, skin toasty under the tee and sensitive all over.
“yeah,” he levels you with a stare that makes you feel his arousal. it sits deep in your stomach, swirls around and heats up.
this is probably the state where you feel most comfortably uncomfortable. comfy clothes, half asleep, ready to curl up in bed. but also needing a shower, sort out your hair and put on some fresh clothes. you’ve got no clue what bakugou sees in this look. he’s got the same eyes as when he saw you in your mini skirt and low neck black top for your last date.
you notice how he palms himself.
“i’m in my old pyjamas with crust in your eye.”
“perfect to me. if i didn’t have this meetin’ i’d drag you back to bed.”
“you’re insane.”
“you like how i smell after the gym.”
“you’re not wearing old ratty clothes though. you just smell good.”
bakugou shrugs, leans back in his black leather chair and scratches his head. his eyes fixated on you.
“i mean it though. you’ve gotta get out when it starts.”
because you live to torment your lover, you lift off his kitchen counter and walk over to him across the room. you don’t purposely put in an extra sway in your hips like you want to seduce him or do you put on your signature flirty smirk.
you just walk like you’re a zombie slowly turning back into a human. your arms out to embrace him. from his seated position, he stuffs his head just below your breasts and your fingers rake through his hair.
“fuck,” bakugou feels as if his head is in the clouds, aroused to the point that he knows he’s going to have to tug one out later. “you smell so good… and fuckin’ soft.”
he looks like a man in a state of desperation, eyes shut, deeply inhaling. two large palms sneak up your top, pressing down on your bare sides, clasping onto you like a lifeline.
“thanks ‘suki,” you giggle, still in shock that he’s so visibly interested in you like this, that is how you look now that’s getting him like this. love has made him crazy.
“they’re gonna drag this meetin’, say a bunch of shit i already know,” he grunts, chin plopped under your breasts. he pouts his lips, “kiss me before you go.”
you scrunch your nose, “i’m not kissing you.”
“why?”
“haven’t brushed my teeth and you still want me to leave.”
“don’t care and if you don’t my cock is gonna be even harder than it is now.” his voice is a deep timbre and he tightens the grip on your waist when you shake your head. “you kiss me when we’re in bed.”
“it’s different when we both have morning breath.” you reason, fiddling with the gold hoop in his right ear.
“you’re fuckin’ trouble,” bakugou rolls his eyes, ducking his head underneath your t-shirt to kiss anywhere his lips can touch.
your stomach, your sides, the underside of your breasts. you’re in a fit of tickles and giggles, trying to push him out by his shoulders but he refuses to move like a boulder. “‘suki! katsuki! get out!” you laugh, “this tickles!”
then teeth get involved, soft love bites along your side and a dangerous one right beside your left nipple. you freeze from your wriggling, your mouth falling open as he starts to suck, flicking his tongue over the perked bud.
you hold his head to you, “shit. that feels good.”
then he’s off a second later, spinning you around and slapping your clothed bottom. “okay, fuck off now. everyone’s joinin’ and i hate being late.”
“goodie two shoes.”
bakugou doesn’t care, just gets comfortable in his chair and clicks away on his computer like he wasn’t making love to your breast just a moment ago.
“baby.”
“i can sit over there! i haven’t even eaten yet!”
“i left some pastries for you in those white bags, take one into my room. brat.”
“you’re mean.”
“i’m gonna eat you after. promise.” he says, and he starts the meeting, his camera on but microphone off.
voices and little faces in squares spark up once bakugou comes into picture.
“dynamight! on time like always.”
“hi kacchan. you ready for tomorrow?”
bakugou ignores the small figures of his friends and colleagues on the screen, to give you one of his sickening grins. “please babygirl. there’s an almond croissant in there.”
you gasp, “is it from the bakery—,”
“kacchan, your mic isn’t on!”
bakugou hums at you, “‘course it is.”
you skip over to grab two white bags, holding tightly. “you win this time. i’m expecting my other treat too.”
you’re about to walk out of the room when you hear, “don’t fuckin’ shower.”
“katsuki!” you shout with a smile, making your way back to his bed.
“i know my mic wasn’t on. i was talkin’ to my girlfriend.”
you hear midoriya izuku coo on the other end, “yn! how is she?”
the conversation gets cut off on one side when bakugou tugs on his black headphones. “she’s good. always treatin’ me good. now what’s this all about? i’m sure we don’t need the full fifty minutes for fu— god’s sake.”
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