Pavloving him drabble with frat!kuna x psychstudent!reader
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Your game had started off small, something you had thought of randomly one day when trying to figure out what your end of semester psychology project should be.
You organized ideas, drew hypotheses and set up your study data. It was all really simple â a study on which type of rewards create stronger connections between conditioned stimuli and their desired responses for humans.
Sukuna had fallen victim to you easily, already your tutee and situationship/almost boyfriend kinda for the past few months. It really was simple, your rewards would be two things: good grades lead to good sex and good sex would lead to good food. On separate occasions of course, you couldnt have one set of data messing with the other.
You wanted to see which would make your favourite frat bro more inclined to perform â food, or sex.
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Experiment Log: Day 2 Study Sesh⊠Gone Right?
Your notebooks and laptops remained forgotten on his desk, your back currently planted in the mattress of his bed and his face pressed further between your thighs, groans slipping from his lips as his tongue fucked into you and lapped at your juice.
âF-fuck Kuna! Slow down a bitâ you cry out, hand sliding into his hair as he shook his head against you, fingers gripping your thighs firmer as he pushed your legs back to give himself more room.
You had met up with him to check his grade for a test, having already put your study in action you told him youd meet him at his dorm. When the grade popped up on the screen, a big passing 70% you both were overjoyed (seeing as his usual grades were closer to 40s). Not long after you had spread your legs for him, offering him a reward for his job well done. Something he took happily.
Your head falls back against his rumpled sheets, the smell of him infiltrating your senses â something woody mixed with cigarette smoke, a smell you decided was so deliciously him, something youd hate on anyone else.
Your legs twitched around his head, lips sucking at your clit harshly as his tongue fucked into every crevice of your cunt, his saliva drooling into your already overly messy pussy. You grip his hair tighter, feeling yourself near the edge as you hump down on his face, coil snapping as his fingers dig into your plush thighs.
He hums in satisfaction, drinking you all in as you gush on his face, vision going hazy as you pant above him from the force of your climax. He pulls away from your sopping cunt, kissing both of your thighs before letting your aching legs down, a wide grin on his cum soaked face.
âWhat do i get for scoring 100 on the next one?â
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Experiment Log: Day 6 Big Dick and McDonalds
âFuckinâ hell- doing so good for me baby, so pretty like thisâ his rough voice groans out above you, legs folded over his shoulders as you cry out. His cock bullied into your abused cunt, every thick inch of him stuffed to the brim as he pounds into you roughly, biting and kissing at your calves as they rest on either side of his head.
âT-too much Kuna- âts too bigâ you whine, skin sticky with sweat and his saliva, deep marks littering your pretty flushed skin. He grins above you but he doesnt let up, thumb circling your clit as his other hand locks your legs against his chest.
âToo much? Funny, before you said you needed moreâ he laughs, snapping his hips harder into yours. The loud squelching of your wet pussy fills the space of your dorm room. His head tilts sideways to rest against your leg, hips faltering as you squeeze around him, another orgasm ripping through you.
You shatter around him, ears barely able to register the sound of his voice and how he talks you through it, the ringing in your ears so loud as your eyes roll back. Warmth blooms in your gut as he cums inside you, hips fucking his seed deeper into your pussy, his groans filling your ears when you finally come to.
âFucking love how your pussy takes all of me like that, shes so good for me, so fucking pretty stretched on my cockâ he mutters out, dropping your legs to watch how your pussy clenches around him, cum seeping from your hole until it gathers at the base of his cock in an obscene white ring.
After a while he rolls off you, dragging you against his firm chest, face nuzzling into your neck. You brush him away when you can finally feel your legs, much to his displeasure as he watches you disappear into the kitchen, his eyes trained on your ass. You return a few moments later with a bag of fast food, placing it onto his lap as you get back in bed to cuddle him.
âHere, since you fucked me so good babyâ he stares down at you, a pierced eyebrow lifting in question. You just smile sweetly at him as he opens the bag, eyes widening at the amount you got for him.
Hey, who is he to deny free food?
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Experiment Log: Day 15 Frat Boys Can Be Needy Too
âA hundred fucking percent babyâ he calls out as he pummels into your dorm room, a wide expectant grin on his face. You stare up at him with a smile from your sofa, ready for phase 2 of your experiment.
It had already been a while of you doing this, rewarding him for quizzes and assignments and tests, everything leading up to that glorious 100 percent that should guarantee a reward. It was this moment you planned to revoke your rewards, seeing how he would react.
You had already come to the conclusion that what you were doing here offered the better incentive for him to perform, seeing as your food rewards after sex often didnt actually yield any difference in his behaviour besides being slightly more needy and clingy in his demand for nourishment after the deed.
âWell?â He stares down at you, already moving to pull his shirt off. âWoah woah woah, calm down lover boyâ you laugh out, a hand covering your mouth âwhatcha think youre doing?â
He pauses, staring down at you in disbelief âwhat, you got amnesia or something? I want my reward for acing that stupid fucking test. Dont be a bratâ
You laugh again, shifting on the couch as he pulls his shirt off, hands already moving to grab at you. âAnd what reward is that?â You smile coyly, his face thoroughly unamused.
âDont test me, woman. You know what reward im talkin âbout. Had you screaming my name two days ago while we were studyingâ his hands pull your shirt off and over your head, lips already moving to connect with your neck. Your cheeks burn from his words, slightly embarrassed from the sudden jog in memory.
You swatted him away, hands on his shoulders. âYou expect sex cause you got an 100?â You ask, needing this critical piece of information. âFuck yeah, been two weeks of you rewarding me to this 100. Lemme make you feel good as a thank you, yeah? We both deserve itâ he slides onto the couch next to you, pulling you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips.
âAnd if i didnt reward you? What would you do then?â You need to gauge his reaction, see how far hed be willing to go after you had trained him for 2 weeks straight, your study sessions practically everyday since the first time you spread your legs for him.
His eyes narrowed but he resumed his motions kissing over the column of your neck, sucking over previous bruises he had left the night before. âId be pretty fucking mad, wouldnt you be?â He scoffed but there was a small pout on his lips, his annoyance clear as he demanded his reward, grinding you against the thick bulge in his pants.
âAlright alright, but only since you were so good for me and got your 100â he rolls his eyes, already pulling your jeans and panties off, fingers dipping between your thighs to feel your wet folds, a hum coming from him as he grinned in triumph.
âYeahh whatever you say baby, know you fuckin love it too much to really mean thatâ he bares his teeth, grinning as two digits break through your resistance, sinking into your warm heat and pumping you open.
A soft moan slipped from your lips, hands planted firm on his chest as his middle and ring fingers thrusted slowly into you. His other hand moved to your jaw, fingers squeezing around it as he dragged your face forwards and kissed you roughly.
You hummed into his mouth, hips shifting down against his thick fingers as they curled inside you and rubbed your sweet spot. Your mouth fell open at the feeling, his tongue plunging in and tangling with yours, spit mixing together messily.
You moan louder and his mouth swallows up the sound, hungry lips devouring you as drool slips down your chin, fingers working faster in you as his thumb rubs your clit.
Your manicured nails bite at his shoulders, a familiar heat pooling in your stomach as you gush further onto the palm of his hand. You break the kiss, forehead pressed against his as your eyes squeeze shut, cumming as his fingers ram into your sweet spot and curl deliciously.
Your brain is fuzzy, body slumping against him as you squirt onto his hand, juices sliding down his palm and wrist, his pants and abs soaked.
You pant as your face finds his neck, arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold yourself steady as his thick fingers pull out. His hand goes to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean while the other works at pushing his sweats down to free himself.
âGood job baby, bet that felt reallll good huh?â He nudges your head out of his neck, kissing your lips until you can taste yourself on his tongue. His fingers wrap around the base of his cock, nudging your entrance. His other hand moves to your hip, pressing you down onto it. You whine out loudly, thick inches spreading you open.
âFuck baby, how you so tight even after i fuck you everyday? Always feel like a virginâ he grunts against your skin, hips bucking up into yours. You moan out loudly, his head dipping into the crook of your neck to leave fresh marks over fading ones, letting everyone know who you belong to. âGonna fuck my pretty girl so good, make all that time you spent on me worth it. Dont even worry bout it baby, Sukunaâs got youâ
Your hips sink down on him fully, his throbbing cock snug inside your tight walls as you twitch against him. Your thighs tense as you lift slowly before sinking back down, head falling backwards as he continues to trail kisses along your skin. He licks at your collar bones and neck, your face scrunching at the feeling of his saliva on your skin.
âD-dont lick me like a fuckin dogâ your voice breaks as his hips thrust up into you, his hands firmly planted on your hips, blunt nails digging at your skin.
âMmm but you taste so goodâ he grunts out, biting at your skin as his hips speed up their pace. He fucks up into you everytime he pulls you down against him, his tip slamming into your cervix as you cry out from the force.
Your hands grip tighter at him, nails scratching deep marks into his tattooed skin. He moans out at the feeling, head falling backwards against the back of the couch as he jerks his hips up faster until youre basically flying off his lap and coming back down with loud wet smacks.
âF-fucking shit! Holy crap Kunaâ you cry out, the dorm next to yours banging on the wall for you to shut up. His hips never stop, even as his hand moves from your hip to reach behind his head and grab the back of the couch for more support. His teeth bite at his lip, eyes locked on your flushed sweaty face, tits bouncing with each of his brutal thrusts as he sends you spiralling.
âYoure so fucking hot like this, should make you mine just so nobody else ever gets to see you. Bet they couldnt make you cum like i can anywaysâ he laughs out before a rough moan slips from his lips, fingers tightening into your skin and the back of the couch.
âF-fuck- gonna - ohmygoddd - c-cum - shit!â You sob out, nails clawing down his chest as you crash on top of him. The pressure in your stomach snaps clean in half, body shaking as your thighs give out and clamp around him, whole body going slack.
âJust like that- good girl. Almost there just gimme a minuteâ his arms lock around your waist, hugging you tight against him as he uses your body. His hips speed up, working faster towards his own climax. You whine and whimper in his ear, so wet your pussy drools down his cock until his thighs feel sticky with your release, your warm tears against the side of his neck.
He lets out a strangled sound, bottoming out fully as he cums. You clamp tighter around him and his hips buck, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he ruts into you and drags his orgasm out.
You both go slack, the only sound between the two of you being your rough panting as you try to catch your breathes. He recovers first, littering kisses along your neck and chest, kissing over your neglected tits.
âDid so good, like always. So proud of you baby. Lemme help ya into the shower ok? Then ill cook for ya and we can cuddle. Hows that sound?â You nod, kissing the side of his face as your fingers drift into his pink hair, ruffling it further.
He picks you up, cradling you close to his chest, not pulling out until youre finally in the shower and he can set you down.
âProud of you too âKuna. Youre so smart, soon you wont even need my helpâ you smile up at him sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as the shower turns on.
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Experiment Log: Bonus Chapter Cumming Clean
âNo way you fucking used me for this stupid projectâ his voice was rough, eyes sharp as they flicked from you to your presentation board. You laugh at the look on his face, only now telling him you had been using him as a guinea pig for half the semester, your data logs full from how much the two of you went at it.
âIs it really that serious Sukuna? Acting like you didnt benefit from itâ you reach out, pulling him into your side. His arm wrapped around you instinctively, staying with you as you presented your project to whoever stopped at your stall, knowing eyes of other students and staff members flicking between the two of you.
He leaned down, his warm breath over your ear âi expect another reward when you get your grade for thisâ he kisses your temple, his hand craning your face sideways to look at him âoh, and for unknowingly helping my pretty girl outâ
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His thick bicep locks around your neck, your body planted onto the mattress as your hips are raised behind you, his own coming down to repeatedly slam into yours.
The frat house was loud, a party raging downstairs as youre trapped in Sukunas headlock, his cock beating its way into your abused cunt with every thrust of his hips.
You yell out at the feeling of being stuffed so full of him, elbows planted in his dark sheets as your nails dig into the skin of his bicep, his face next to yours as he leans over your body.
Lewd moans rip from your throat repeatedly as he fucks you â his reward for helping you get a 98% on your final project. Two bangs come from behind his locked door before cheers and laughter, Gojoâs voice breaking through the sound of the music as he cheers you both on.
You laugh, or at least you try to before it turns into another cry. Sukunas hand slips under your body, grabbing at your tit and rolling your nipple between his fingers. He licks at your ear and you whine out, grossed out by the feeling of it.
âHow you still not - shit- used to that?â He laughs behind you, nibbling at your lobe before kissing the side of your face.
Your skin was practically purple at this point with how many marks litter your skin â dark hickeys and bite marks that have your friends asking if he tried to eat you the previous night.
âS-still grossâ you whine, head tilting sideways to rest against the pillow that was his muscles.
His angle shifts, his knees planted firmer behind your own legs as he meets your hips harder and deeper, feeling him in your guts.
âHows that baby, feel better?â His hand trails down from yours tits, smacking your ass a few times under the skin turns red before slipping to your tummy, hand pressing into the bulge that formed there from his cock.
You sob out, body jerking from the force of his palm. You nod your head, legs weak as you slump forwards, his strong arm the only thing keeping you up as you cry from the feeling. His hand on your stomach makes it so much better, makes you feel like youre touching heaven before he drags you back down to hell with him.
âS -so⊠ahhh! Nghh s-shit- b-better anh!â You babble incoherently, your eyes rolling back as drool and tears roll off your face and wet the skin of his bicep. You cum with a particularly hard thrust to your cervix, feeling like his cock managed to break into it as you scream out. You squirt over his skin, hips twitching against him as you try to ride it out despite not being able to feel your body anymore as you tingle all over.
âThere we go.. bet that felt so fucking good, my dirty little girl looks so prettyâ he grunts in your ear, cumming inside you a few moments later. His arm locks around your neck, head swirling from the momentary loss in oxygen before hes releasing you and pushing you onto your back.
He pulls out, cum seeping onto his dark sheets and he curses softly, watching as it floods from your stretched out cunt, his mouth moving to kiss over your sore bite riddled thighs.
âMm that was nice yeah? Say thank you to me for getting you that 98â
You roll your eyes when you can finally process anything in the world around you, wiggling backwards against his chest as he sits up against the headboard.
âThanks soooo much, you really did your big oneâ you say sarcastically, your fingers interlocking with his despite how you sass him.
âThats a new record i think, 2 minutes after sex and i already need to fuck the attitude back outta ya. Funny how that worksâ
âWas this not reward enough? What else could you possibly want?â You glare up at him.
âHmmm how bout⊠you be my girlfriend?â He grins down at you with a raise of his pierced eyebrow.
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a/n: superrr self indulgent as a psych major and much longer than i originally intended
Guys tell me if this should become a recurring dynamic ok bai :3
sukuna couldnât care less about the size of his womanâs breasts. if youâre on the smaller side, his mouth is wide enough to stamp a circle of a love bite right around the slope; if youâre heavier on top, he can scop the whole handful in those massive hands of his, hefting and fondling them however he pleases.
a little as a joke, a little as a test to see if he will actually do it. heâs been asking to eat you out but in his usual way of staring you down and then demanding you to get on the bed. when you donât move he nudges closer to you, kisses your neck, whines about that he wants to eat you now. itâs then you decide to test him. in your living room, a random show playing on the screen. you can see the lump in his shorts and you feel the same.
âget on your knees and beg for it.â
that has him pulling off you, a quirk of his brow to test if youâre playing or not. quickly, once you cross your arms across your chest, he realises youâre not.
âhah?â but it comes out like the last breeze on a windy day. breathless yet weighty.
âyou heard me.â you reply, flicking your eyes up and down your pro hero boyfriend.
youâre aware heâd do anything for you. youâre wondering if anything stretches to this.
âyouâre a fuckin⊠you want me toâŠ,â he trails off, sitting up off you. his lower stomach heats. his cock twitches. heâs into this unsurprisingly. âfuck, baby.â
you donât move but you look at him expectantly. like you know he will. your confidence makes his blood heat under his skin, his heart race with speed. you jut your chin to the floor.
always a stubborn man, he has to roll his eyes before he moves. even pushes out a huffy sigh and mumbles under his breath. âthis shit you have me doinâ.â
but he does it. manoeuvres his muscled, wide shouldered body onto the floor. onto his knees in front of your legs. your bare thighs spread on the sofa in your shorts⊠your pussy is right there. he can see your folds through the fabric since theyâre so tight.
heâs got a muscle tank on and you see his biceps flex when he clasps his hands together. your favourite is how all his stubbornness dissipates away and he becomes completely and utterly yours.
when he opens his mouth, the corners of your lips spread to under your eyes in a smile.
âlemme eat it, baby. please. please let me. iâll do it so good, get you cominâ on my face, screaminâ for me. baby.â itâs all a syrupy drawl, his gold tooth catching the lamp light with every word. he even leans forward to press a kiss to the flesh of your thigh.
katsuki on your knees for you. this is what dreams are made of.
he goes in for another kiss on your thigh, closer to between your legs. you place your palm on his forehead, pushing him off.
âyouâre too needy. i didnât even answer you,â you frown, lip curled.
bakugou doesnât know where this version of you has come from but he thinks he loves it.
âmy bad, baby. youâre just so gorgeous.â he grins with half lidded eyes. he wants to touch your calves, massage them, nibble hickies into your thighs and have your touch his cock.
but most of all he wantsâ, âcan i eat you? promise iâll lick you clean. any position you want. miss your taste, baby. please.â
you tilt your head at him.
âplease, princess. my beautiful girl. the love of my fuckinâ existence.â heâs too fucking jolly. smiling away with these sleepy yet needy ruby eyes.
you stand up. he looks better at this angle on his knees. head up to look at you. heâs like a dog ready to scent you, by stuffing his head between your legs.
âfine. i want you to undress me then iâm sitting on your face.â
How did you end up with your thighs spread wide, your scrubs yanked down to your ankles and panties shoved aside, with your attending doctor and boss Satoru Gojo devouring your cunt?
Heâs not just licking his pretty intern, his face is fucking buried, two fingers slipping into your hole, curving up to hit just your spot, the messy sounds lewd in his office. Youâre bent right over his desk with your ass in the air as he buries his face deeper into your cunt, turning his head to slurp your lil clit in his hungry mouth.
âMmnph!â Youâre screaming into your hand, eyes rolling back in your skull â the hospital is quiet as itâs two in the damn morning, and youâre supposed to be leaving for the night â yet here you are.
Doctor Gojo's pretty face glittering with your slick, as he hits a desperate, messy angle, making your thighs shake, your ass arching for more. âWere you wanting this, pretty little intern?â
âShh,â you whisper, but you have wanted it, how could you not want your doctor buried inside you? The kiss that you both shared in that elevator, the one youâve touched yourself to last night in your bed, that kiss you tried to forget. You canât ruin your chances of this internship, of being a top doctor just because Satoru Gojo is sexy, and his eyes are pretty.
Donât you have more willpower?
You canât remember any of it when his lips brushed against the shell of your ear and he whispered like a slutty freak â
'Want me to eat your cute little cunt, intern? I missed dinner today, Iâm starving.'
Freak, freak, freak.
Youâre not sure âfreakâ covers what heâs doing, laughing softly as you squirm, whining into your palm, drooling against it. âAw, canât hold it in?â
Satoru is ruthless with it the more youâre rocking your hips back and forth, lapping at your folds with long, broad strokes with the flat of his tongue, slurping every bit of you up. Heâs drowning in you, hands pulling your thighs apart even further, tugging at that elastic of your panties so he can jut his chin up, feeling the way you quiver around him.
Those long fingers sink back inside and stretch you wide, curling up immediately to find that one spot that makes your eyes roll back, your gasp ragged and desperate. âInside me, pleaseâŠâ
âHmm,â he pulls back with a messy pop, grinning as his fingers are coated in your slick, glistening all down his digits, pulling apart your plump lips to look right at your quivering hole. âI thought you said only this, remember sweetheart?â
âOnce, once wonât hurt⊠r-right?â
He chuckles at that, standing up and slipping his cum soaked fingers right between your lips, you wrap them and suck eagerly, reaching back to feel his cock underneath those scrub bottoms, the material leaving nothing to the imagination. âMmm!
âYou want your attending to ruin your cunt?â His words are a soft taunt against your ear, you jolt as his breath tickles your skin, feeling his bulge press on the curve of your ass, pressing your body against his desk. âSlutty little intern, think itâll get you in the scrub room with me?â
âNo you dick,â you say after you yank his fingers, turning around and glaring, shoving his chest, his white lab coat falling ever so slightly. His lips are all glossy with your slick, making you blush. âForget it.â
You slip up your pants and go to leave when he tugs your back against him, turning your face to kiss his lips, letting you taste yourself. Itâs messy, dripping saliva and cum, youâre so needy you whimper, head falling back for his messy kisses. âIâd let you scrub in because youâre the best fucking intern, the smartest, has nothinâ to do with your messy cunt.â
âSuch a dick,â you eat up his praise now, biting down on your lower lip â Satoruâs eyes are almost black with need. âYou really think Iâm the smartest?â
âItâs why I chose you,â he whispers, exhaling as your palm finds his cock again. âBeen picturing you taking my cock since I picked you out from your med school graduation.â
âYouâre such a pervert,â Satoru is a slutty pervert, and he feels no shame about it whatsoever, just a big white grin on his face, leaking pre through that light lavender, you lap it off your thumb, making his cheeks flush.
âAnd youâre slutty, wanting your attending so damn bad,â he turns you and lifts your ass up, folders flying and landing on the floor with light thuds, his mouth slipping up your throat, moaning against your skin. âNeed my cock so bad?â
âYouâre the one that wanted me in here,â your tit is in his palm, gripping it and squishing, thumb brushing on the nipple, swirling your areola and making it press up, your core clenching. Youâre slipping his scrubs down, his cock slapping his belly button when he tugs up the top, pre dripping across his abdomen.
Satoru is huge.
You swallow nervously, even if youâre aching and soaked youâre not sure you can even take a cock like that. âOh⊠fuck youâreâŠâ
Satoruâs grinning like a little shit.
âYou scared now, baby?â He taunts you, spreading your thighs and running his pretty pink tip between your folds, squishing as your needy hole is dripping down his length.
âNot scared,â your hands slip up his hard chest, biting your lower lip, looking at how heâs thickening more.
âYou on something, intern?â He murmurs, tip pressing in, his hand shoves you till youâre on your back and elbows, breath making your breasts rise and fall, his hands slipping down your thighs to shove them higher.
âI am,â you whisper, eyes on his cock sinking inside your needy hole, inch by inch slowly disappearing, youâre so full with half inside you barely muffle your moan. âIâve got the arm thing.â
You hold your arm up and he hums, slamming the rest of his cock deep inside, kissing that puffy cervix, balls smacking you with a messy thwack, watching your face as it contorts in pleasure. God how long has he wanted to be inside you? Since the moment he fucking saw your picture in a group of candidates for the top med students graduating.
Satoruâs been jerking it every day since you started your internship, every time your shoulders brushed against each other in the elevator, when you passed him in the halls and he caught a hint of your shampoo in his nostrils. Heâs pulling back and shoving your top up, looking at the bulge moving in your tummy and sucking in a breath, your eyes catch sight and you blush all pretty.
âGood,â you raise a brow, then your eyes roll back with another filthy thrust in your gummy walls, quivering right around him.
âGood? Ah!âÂ
âNot pulling out of this tiny little cunt, god how she grips me? Fuck,â youâre done when he slams in harder now, one hand under your head so it doesnât slam back on the desk, his other on your throat, moving faster. âYou like that idea, me cumminâ inside? Isnât it just once?â
âJusâ once,â youâre already fucked out with a few more strokes, the way his curved tip drags on your inner walls has you spasming, whining out into his lips when he greedily kisses you. âTwice.â
âHah weâre not even done with once,â he smirks against your mouth, choking your throat lightly, loving those pretty tears slipping from your eyes in pleasure. âAlready planning fucking me again?â
âN-no,â youâre not supposed to fuck your boss, youâre not supposed to fuck Satoru Gojo â top attending physician, top surgeon. Youâre not supposed to clench around his thick cock as he chokes your throat, his baby blues fucking insane as he gets pussy drunk off you.
âAh, then Iâm afraid Iâll ruin ya for anyone,â he slams so deep you both moan out, fingers tightening around your neck, just in time for someone to knock.
âF-fuckâŠâ Youâre about to cum and Satoru isnât stopping, heâs pressing his cock deep and rolling his hips, grinning down at you like the psycho he is.
âDoctor Gojo? Are you still here?â He yanks out of you before you can find your release, making you whine out loud.
âYou dick!â You hiss, he turns you around and lifts your thigh up, bending you right over your desk, cock slamming right back inside. âAh!â
âDoctor Gojo?â
âYes Iâm here, Iâm just about to leave though⊠can this ah-â fuck you feel good, heâs wrapping his arm around your chest to press a hand on your shoulder, dragging you further down on his cock, forearm muffling your noises.
Doctor Gojo is putting you in a headlock and giving you back shots, his stethoscope clattering down the desk along with your badge, eyes going hazy and fuzzy with how deep his strokes hit. Youâre drooling right on his lab coat, feeling his breath against your ear as he exhales, groaning your name in a whisper.
âCan this wait till tomorrow?â He manages to say finally, teeth nipping your earlobe, cock dragging against that spot in your walls again, making your cunt clamp down on it. âF-fuck, youâre milkinâ me, huh? Greedy lil intern.â
âYes of course,â you finally hear footsteps, youâd have paused fucking Satoru but instead youâre arching your ass for more, letting his big ass arms take you over, drunk on him, so much you forget youâre in his office and dripping right down his desk.
âThis is s-stupid,â you mumble, his balls slamming your needy clit, heavy and full of cum.
âYou feel this good wrapping me? Howâs it stupid,â he cries out softly now, your name spilling from his plump pink lips. âYouâre about to cum, arenât you? Go ahead, lemme feel it all over my cock â hah bet youâre messy, gonna soak my scrubs, my desk, yeah?â
âY-youâre annoying,â he knows he is, you glare for just a moment at the pretentious man but then he arches his hips and hits that spot just right, you shatter, cumming so hard you canât see, gasping out and moaning against the hand that clamps on your mouth. âMnhph!â
âF-fuck,â he canât move for a moment, not when youâre gushing down his cock, dripping all over, cunt squirting and pulsing right around him. He shoves your collar down, teeth sinking into your shoulders, thickening as he fucks you through it, achingly slow. âYou are messy, look at you.â
âShh,â your head falls back against his collarbone, he leans you up, fingers brushing on your clit, pressing in pretty patterns. âS-sensitive, mnh⊠Doctor Gojo IâŠâ
âGod yes, call me that,â heâs a sick, perverted fuck â he knew that when he jerked off on your first shift right in the locker room, but he couldnât know just how wet youâd get. âSlutty cunt is spilling all over, look at that mess, canât help it, can you baby?â
âMnh, shut up and fuck me,â Satoru moans and finally kisses you rather than talking on and on â mouth moving over yours hungry, he sucks your little tongue right inside his mouth, making you gasp for a breath, just to have his spit right in your mouth, choking on him.
Satoruâs fingers work your clit faster, getting another orgasm from you, this one even messier, pulling it up and slipping his fingertips in your mouth, spreading it around like a gloss. He kisses it off you like he canât get enough of the taste, drinking it down with greedy gulps, cupping your face almost gently for a moment, your noses brushing together.
Oh fuck, did his cock just make you dumb? Your ears are ringing, vision swimming with tears from overstim. You canât just fuck him once and hope to ever be okay again with the worst dick â which is all youâve had. You wonât say it though, instead you kiss him so you shut up, before youâre mumbling youâre in love because he fucked all your good sense away.
âWant me to fill your cunt up, till youâre drippinâ me all night? Fuck Iâd fill you with so much cum youâd drip me in this hospital, Iâd bend you over and fuck more inside every time you think weâre done,â youâre pressed down now on that desk, heâs lifting your ass and pounding his cock faster. âF-fuck, tell me you want it, all my cum baby, breed this slutty cunt.â
âPsycho, ngh,â youâre letting him fuck you so good you canât remember what your damn specialty was, your career, his dumb life ruining dick and huge ass hands bruising your hips. âCum inside, fuck do itâŠâ
âIâd breed you, stuff you so full, hope your birth control can even take it, hah â have you ever been filled, slutty lil intern?â Satoruâs unhinged as fuck, the things spilling from his psycho mouth is just making you more sensitive, thighs trembling, drool spilling from your lips.
âJust cum, you talk s-so much,â he groans now, thickening in your walls, you feel every vein, every ridge, the lines of him deep in your hole as his pre dribbles against your cervix.
Satoru busts his white ropes deep inside you, flooding you with so much warmth youâre stuffed, just for him to pump even more, lips kissing up your neck, hand entangling in your hair as he leans you against the desk, weight pressing you tighter against it. âTakinâ all of it, cunt was made to take me, say it.â
âN-no⊠I⊠mnh!â Satoruâs fucking all that cum inside you that is dripping down, feeling you tremble, your little cries echoing in his ears.
âMade to take my shape, hah youâll only know my shape, yeah?â Youâre too dazed to argue, weak and dizzy, just for Doctor Gojo to finger that cum right back inside your sore little cunt. For him to suck his mess and yours off those fingers. âGod, fuckinâ taste us together.â
Having him drive you home because your legs are shaking too badly to drive, sitting right in front of your apartment as youâre about to tell him good night. Only to take his cock down your throat, already hard and ready once more, sucking him deep and letting it hit the back of your throat, drooling all down his glistening length, his hands entangling in your hair.
Youâre swallowing around him reflexively, his whimpers making you soaked again, his cum still trickling out from you. Satoruâs got you riding him in the front seat of his little black sports car â ass hitting the horn, head hitting the roof, you figure itâs just twice, right? Itâs still only one night, even if it's three in the morning, and heâs pumping so much cum youâre bloated with it.
Itâs just twice when he walks you in â what sort of gentleman would he be if he didnât make sure you got inside all right? What sort of man would he be if he didnât make sure to lift you right on your wall and fuck his two loads of cum out of your hole thatâs so ready she just takes his cock, no fingers needed, easier and easier the looser you get from every stroke.
But then when you squirt, youâre tight all over again, and youâre squirting so much youâre dehydrated, weak and collapsing against him.Â
What sort of Doctor would he be if he didnât re-hydrate you â making sure you have plenty of water, electrolytes added of course, and if he just left you like that and didnât clean you properly!? No, Satoru takes it upon himself to lift your ass up on your bed, and kneel on your floor, lapping his own milky cum right from your abused hole, youâre hissing and tugging his white locks so good he comes from that.
Just from eating his slightly bitter seed mixed with your sweet juices, fuck does anything feel better than that gooey mix down his throat? No, he licks all of your pussy, your thighs, up your tummy, spitting it in your mouth so you can taste it too â why would he hog all of that to himself!?
And what sort of man wouldnât stay the night, wouldnât snatch up a couple pairs of panties for later while youâre snoring, wouldnât stare at your pretty naked body and commit every bit of it to memory? If this was one night, he at least needs to have a mental image of his teeth marks, hickeys, bruises on your pretty skin.
You wake up with this psycho Doctor staring at you the next morning, grinning when your eyes focus on him, heâd fucked you so much you feel hungover from it all, trying to make the room not spin.
âOh fuck⊠what time is it?â You mumble, Satoru peers at the watch on his wrist, a pretty silver rolex.
âNoon, but relax â got ya a day off.â
âHow!? I canât get any time off,â you lean up and he shrugs, smiling so damn charming with the light streaming in through the windows, casting a glow on his sharp features. You melt, how can you handle waking up to that in your bed?
âThought youâd need a personal day,â his hand trails down from your waist, pressing on your tummy, making it heat up. âYou took so much cum, sweetheart, sure youâre okay?â
âIâll take the day,â you sigh and turn towards him. âYouâre batshit insane, Doctor Gojo, you know that right?â
âMhm,â he splays his fingers wide, humming just a bit, lips right next to yours. âYou said one night, right?â
âI did,â you whisper, knowing youâre lying to yourself, looking into those pretty bright eyes and feeling dizzy from it, your entire body aching from being thrown into every position. âItâd be complicatedâŠâ
âVery, itâd be messy, ya know?â
âMhm,â heâs resting his forehead on yours, letting you taste that breath, sweet even in the morning like heâs been sucking on mints. âI have to be serious about my career.â
âVery, canât go getting knocked up and live in my mansion, huh?â You laugh softly, shaking your head. âCanât just look pretty for a living, no â gotta work.â
âMhm, I do need to work,â your hand slips down his chest, feeling his cock pressing against your thigh, hot and heavy. âItâd be a bad idea to do this all the time, right?â
âGod yeah,â you touch his waist band, fingers brushing his happy trail, biting your lower lip as he studies you â intense, hovering right over you and rutting his cock with needy whimpers on your inner thigh. âIf I fucked you in the locker room, if I fucked you in my office, the elevatorâŠâ
âS-scandalous,â you answer, stroking his cock and watching his cheeks flush, so goddamn sore but you canât stand how badly you want him inside again. âI canât just take back shots before my rounds, right?â
âRight sweetheart,â your thumb smears pre on his tip and he smirks down at you. âSo no more.â
âNo more.â
Satoruâs grabs your thighs, spreading them and placing his tip against your fucked out cunt. âTch, what a shame my cock canât give her what she wants.â
âItâs such a shame⊠r-reallyâŠâ Satoruâs cock is buried in one stroke of your messy hole. âMnh! O-one more night.â
âHah,â he watches that bulge move inside you and grins, as if heâd let you walk around the hospital without his cum inside you ever again. âSure sweetheart, one more.â
****
this was part of my angel @dollhousesinner's event!!! congrats on over 1k my angel I'm so happy you asked me to join innn!!!
itâs common knowledge that cult leader!geto is fundamentally incapable of saying no to his girlsâall three of them. mimiko and nanako can secure matching outfits, accessories, or whatever confectionery catches their eyes on their âmonkey-infestedâ shopping trips, and geto never bats an eye as he settles the bill. after all, the cult is prospering, and there is a certain poetic irony in using the monkeysâ own currency to bankroll his daughtersâ happiness.
as for you, his lover and the doting mother figure to the twins, suguru is far more indulgent in spoiling you.
âone more.. just one more.â
your request slips out as an unwitting moanâdistinctly whiny, though born of exhaustion rather than seduction.
ââŠpretty please?â
(you know damn well he wouldâve caved even without the pathetic little performance, but it wouldnât hurt to be polite.)
plus, that smile of his. god, that smile.
there, tugging at his lips, it is not the serpentine smirk he wears alongside his monastic robes in front of the masses. youâve always found the look quite bone-chilling. now, his beautiful brown eyes crease into crescents because he is smiling for you.
âi see someoneâs greedy tonight,â
suguru huffs, tucking a stray strand of inky hair behind his ear. the display of mock exasperation fails to conceal the adoration oozing through. interlocking his fingers, he makes a big show of pushing his palms outward, rolling his shoulders to stretch out the tension. he rolls his hips in a slowly, his muscle-rippled pelvis slick and shining with your combined cum, veins mapping down his lower abdomen and spider-webbing across his shaft as the bulbous, purplish-red tip weeps.
âyou really want to milk me dry so badly, huh?â
wrapping a hand around his semi-invigorated cock, he gives it a few warming pumps before positioning himself.
sneaking around with best friend!geto is all fun and games until pretty girls start feeling up his biceps at the bar :(
âsomeone jealous?â gojo snickered in your ear, slinking up by your side as he waved the bartender over to order another obnoxiously fruity and brightly-colored beverage while you nursed your own suddenly bitter drink.
âyeah, you,â you sarcastically muttered, refusing to feed into his (correct) suspicions that you were sleeping with your mutual friend. the year youâd spent between getoâs sheets didnât make you his girlfriend though.
not that you ever asked to be either.
âcome on,â he goaded, his hip bumping into yours as he cocked his head towards where geto was currently getting groped by a manicured hand. âi know you want to pry him away.â
âso you can grab him next?â you teased, trying to deflect as you twisted around just for his hand to cage you in between his broad frame and the bar top. his pretty blue eyes were fuzzy though, pupils blown wide as you realized that maybe what heâd been sipping on tonight werenât mocktails after all.
ânah,â he grinned, white teeth glinting as he leaned in lower. âthink iâd rather grab you.â
âhow much have you had to drink?â you exhaled, eyes drifting down to his glossy lips, lingering there a little longer than they should.
âenough to want a taste of you,â he shamelessly smirked at his attempt to be seductive, his palm sliding up your side as if it always had a place there.
youâd never taken any of his flirting seriously.
but maybe you shouldâve.
considering whether or not imploding your situationship over sleeping with your other friend as gojoâs fingertips gracefully slipped down to disappear underneath your dress.
âyouâre touching something of mine,â a honeyed voice interrupted with a drawn-out huff, but gojo didnât pull away.
and a new idea blossomed, your mouth curling up as you glanced between the two men too busy glaring at each other to notice the sparkle in your stare.
what better way to punish your man by showing him just how swiftly a certain someone else would swoop in to steal you?
âboys,â you hummed, clicking your tongue. âdonât you know how nice Paris is right now?â
Your legs were spread wide over his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your desperate moans, his rough grunts. Each deep thrust made your breasts bounce, your nipples rubbing against his chest. You were leaking around his cock, your juices dripping down your ass. It was humiliating.
Your orgasm hit you like a thunderboltâviolent, overwhelming, completely against your will. Your walls clamped around his cock like a vice, milking him desperately as your back arched off the mattress. Your whole body shook, screaming with pleasure. He watched your face twist in ecstasy, his pupils blown as he took it all in. "Already?" he grunted, not slowing down.
Your hands pushed at his chestâweak, trembling, futile against his solid mass. Your orgasm had left you hypersensitive, every thrust now pushing you closer to another shattering peak. âSlow d-down!â
He ignored your weak pushes, his pace slowing only slightlyâenough to draw out your sensitivity but not enough to ease the overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them wider as he hit you deeper, slower. "You were begging for this earlier," he growled, his voice mocking.
His slow, deep thrusts made your clit grind against his pelvis with each movement, sending electric shocks through your overstimulated body. Tiny whimpers escaped you, tears streaming down your faceâoverwhelmed. "Look at you," he breathed against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
His name on your lipsâpleading, desperateâmade his cock twitch inside you. He loved breaking you down, loved hearing that sweet voice beg for mercy or more. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he picked up speed again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your eyes roll back.
âOh, god!â
Your cries filled the room, sweet music to his ears. "God isn't here, sweetheart," His thumb pressed against your clit, grinding in circles as he thrust. The dual stimulation was too muchâyour body screamed, another orgasm bubbling just beneath the surface. Your nails dug bloody crescents into his shoulders, your thighs trembling violently around his neck. "Just me," he growled, his voice rough.
Your legs were spread wide over his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your desperate moans, his rough grunts. Each deep thrust made your breasts bounce, your nipples rubbing against his chest. You were leaking around his cock, your juices dripping down your ass. It was humiliating.
Your orgasm hit you like a thunderboltâviolent, overwhelming, completely against your will. Your walls clamped around his cock like a vice, milking him desperately as your back arched off the mattress. Your whole body shook, screaming with pleasure. He watched your face twist in ecstasy, his pupils blown as he took it all in. "Already?" he grunted, not slowing down.
Your hands pushed at his chestâweak, trembling, futile against his solid mass. Your orgasm had left you hypersensitive, every thrust now pushing you closer to another shattering peak. âSlow d-down!â
He ignored your weak pushes, his pace slowing only slightlyâenough to draw out your sensitivity but not enough to ease the overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them wider as he hit you deeper, slower. "You were begging for this earlier," he growled, his voice mocking.
His slow, deep thrusts made your clit grind against his pelvis with each movement, sending electric shocks through your overstimulated body. Tiny whimpers escaped you, tears streaming down your faceâoverwhelmed. "Look at you," he breathed against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
His name on your lipsâpleading, desperateâmade his cock twitch inside you. He loved breaking you down, loved hearing that sweet voice beg for mercy or more. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he picked up speed again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your eyes roll back.
âOh, god!â
Your cries filled the room, sweet music to his ears. "God isn't here, sweetheart," His thumb pressed against your clit, grinding in circles as he thrust. The dual stimulation was too muchâyour body screamed, another orgasm bubbling just beneath the surface. Your nails dug bloody crescents into his shoulders, your thighs trembling violently around his neck. "Just me," he growled, his voice rough.
Your legs were spread wide over his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your desperate moans, his rough grunts. Each deep thrust made your breasts bounce, your nipples rubbing against his chest. You were leaking around his cock, your juices dripping down your ass. It was humiliating.
Your orgasm hit you like a thunderboltâviolent, overwhelming, completely against your will. Your walls clamped around his cock like a vice, milking him desperately as your back arched off the mattress. Your whole body shook, screaming with pleasure. He watched your face twist in ecstasy, his pupils blown as he took it all in. "Already?" he grunted, not slowing down.
Your hands pushed at his chestâweak, trembling, futile against his solid mass. Your orgasm had left you hypersensitive, every thrust now pushing you closer to another shattering peak. âSlow d-down!â
He ignored your weak pushes, his pace slowing only slightlyâenough to draw out your sensitivity but not enough to ease the overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them wider as he hit you deeper, slower. "You were begging for this earlier," he growled, his voice mocking.
His slow, deep thrusts made your clit grind against his pelvis with each movement, sending electric shocks through your overstimulated body. Tiny whimpers escaped you, tears streaming down your faceâoverwhelmed. "Look at you," he breathed against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
His name on your lipsâpleading, desperateâmade his cock twitch inside you. He loved breaking you down, loved hearing that sweet voice beg for mercy or more. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he picked up speed again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your eyes roll back.
âOh, god!â
Your cries filled the room, sweet music to his ears. "God isn't here, sweetheart," His thumb pressed against your clit, grinding in circles as he thrust. The dual stimulation was too muchâyour body screamed, another orgasm bubbling just beneath the surface. Your nails dug bloody crescents into his shoulders, your thighs trembling violently around his neck. "Just me," he growled, his voice rough.
Your legs were spread wide over his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your desperate moans, his rough grunts. Each deep thrust made your breasts bounce, your nipples rubbing against his chest. You were leaking around his cock, your juices dripping down your ass. It was humiliating.
Your orgasm hit you like a thunderboltâviolent, overwhelming, completely against your will. Your walls clamped around his cock like a vice, milking him desperately as your back arched off the mattress. Your whole body shook, screaming with pleasure. He watched your face twist in ecstasy, his pupils blown as he took it all in. "Already?" he grunted, not slowing down.
Your hands pushed at his chestâweak, trembling, futile against his solid mass. Your orgasm had left you hypersensitive, every thrust now pushing you closer to another shattering peak. âSlow d-down!â
He ignored your weak pushes, his pace slowing only slightlyâenough to draw out your sensitivity but not enough to ease the overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them wider as he hit you deeper, slower. "You were begging for this earlier," he growled, his voice mocking.
His slow, deep thrusts made your clit grind against his pelvis with each movement, sending electric shocks through your overstimulated body. Tiny whimpers escaped you, tears streaming down your faceâoverwhelmed. "Look at you," he breathed against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
His name on your lipsâpleading, desperateâmade his cock twitch inside you. He loved breaking you down, loved hearing that sweet voice beg for mercy or more. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he picked up speed again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your eyes roll back.
âOh, god!â
Your cries filled the room, sweet music to his ears. "God isn't here, sweetheart," His thumb pressed against your clit, grinding in circles as he thrust. The dual stimulation was too muchâyour body screamed, another orgasm bubbling just beneath the surface. Your nails dug bloody crescents into his shoulders, your thighs trembling violently around his neck. "Just me," he growled, his voice rough.
Your legs were spread wide over his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your desperate moans, his rough grunts. Each deep thrust made your breasts bounce, your nipples rubbing against his chest. You were leaking around his cock, your juices dripping down your ass. It was humiliating.
Your orgasm hit you like a thunderboltâviolent, overwhelming, completely against your will. Your walls clamped around his cock like a vice, milking him desperately as your back arched off the mattress. Your whole body shook, screaming with pleasure. He watched your face twist in ecstasy, his pupils blown as he took it all in. "Already?" he grunted, not slowing down.
Your hands pushed at his chestâweak, trembling, futile against his solid mass. Your orgasm had left you hypersensitive, every thrust now pushing you closer to another shattering peak. âSlow d-down!â
He ignored your weak pushes, his pace slowing only slightlyâenough to draw out your sensitivity but not enough to ease the overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them wider as he hit you deeper, slower. "You were begging for this earlier," he growled, his voice mocking.
His slow, deep thrusts made your clit grind against his pelvis with each movement, sending electric shocks through your overstimulated body. Tiny whimpers escaped you, tears streaming down your faceâoverwhelmed. "Look at you," he breathed against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
His name on your lipsâpleading, desperateâmade his cock twitch inside you. He loved breaking you down, loved hearing that sweet voice beg for mercy or more. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he picked up speed again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your eyes roll back.
âOh, god!â
Your cries filled the room, sweet music to his ears. "God isn't here, sweetheart," His thumb pressed against your clit, grinding in circles as he thrust. The dual stimulation was too muchâyour body screamed, another orgasm bubbling just beneath the surface. Your nails dug bloody crescents into his shoulders, your thighs trembling violently around his neck. "Just me," he growled, his voice rough.
Your legs were spread wide over his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your desperate moans, his rough grunts. Each deep thrust made your breasts bounce, your nipples rubbing against his chest. You were leaking around his cock, your juices dripping down your ass. It was humiliating.
Your orgasm hit you like a thunderboltâviolent, overwhelming, completely against your will. Your walls clamped around his cock like a vice, milking him desperately as your back arched off the mattress. Your whole body shook, screaming with pleasure. He watched your face twist in ecstasy, his pupils blown as he took it all in. "Already?" he grunted, not slowing down.
Your hands pushed at his chestâweak, trembling, futile against his solid mass. Your orgasm had left you hypersensitive, every thrust now pushing you closer to another shattering peak. âSlow d-down!â
He ignored your weak pushes, his pace slowing only slightlyâenough to draw out your sensitivity but not enough to ease the overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them wider as he hit you deeper, slower. "You were begging for this earlier," he growled, his voice mocking.
His slow, deep thrusts made your clit grind against his pelvis with each movement, sending electric shocks through your overstimulated body. Tiny whimpers escaped you, tears streaming down your faceâoverwhelmed. "Look at you," he breathed against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
His name on your lipsâpleading, desperateâmade his cock twitch inside you. He loved breaking you down, loved hearing that sweet voice beg for mercy or more. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he picked up speed again, hitting that spot deep inside that made your eyes roll back.
âOh, god!â
Your cries filled the room, sweet music to his ears. "God isn't here, sweetheart," His thumb pressed against your clit, grinding in circles as he thrust. The dual stimulation was too muchâyour body screamed, another orgasm bubbling just beneath the surface. Your nails dug bloody crescents into his shoulders, your thighs trembling violently around his neck. "Just me," he growled, his voice rough.
sukuna grinding his cock up into you in the middle of a frat party, lazily rolling his hips up to hit that sweet spot and keeping your back pressed against your chest as he murmured in your ear, "you gonna moan?"
shaking your head no to stop yourself from whimpering at the weight of his forearm wrapped possessively around your waist while drunk frat bros passed you by, chatting about stupid shit and gawking at sorority girls and totally clueless to the way you were getting ruthlessly stretched out around your situationship's thick cock.
"y-you wish," you quietly insisted, biting down on the bottom of your lip just for him to laugh at you, your skirt flipped up as your lace thong started to chaff against the inside of your thigh.
"i do," he hummed, his teeth grazing against the inside of your throat. "want them to know who's fucking you like this."
"no thanks," you huffed at him, trying your hardest to keep a straight face when he was intent to keep you squirming on his lap. no one else needed to know what you shared. which you were sure should just be sex. no matter what either of you said in the heat of the moment. "m'not yours."
wearing enjinâs spare coat and his shirt while heâs out on a mission, messily drawn on versions of his hand tattoo and nails painted just like his as you quietly hiccup, your hand weakly working between your legs.
âj-jin, enjinnnâŠâ
itâs not enough, itâs not the same, your hands donât feel as big as his, as thick, and donât reach as deep as his, itâs just not him.
but you donât realize you accidentally activated your choker when your other hand brushed against it to hold his shirt up against your nose.
âe-enjin, fuck, pleaseeeeâŠâ
âjust like that, doll, keep goinâ, im here.â
you donât even get to act shocked, so needy for him that you immediately sob in relief, your pussy clenching tight around your fingers just from the sound of his hushed voice.
âgo ahead baby, touch yourself for me and Iâll be back a soon to make it all better, i promise.â
hellooo this is me reminding u to write about sleepy bkg leaving ur apartment at night and begging for more kisses đ«Ąđ«Ą
GO HOME! (2.5k)
â bakugou katsuki x reader
your boyfriend doesnât want to go home.
cw: suggestive, swearing, pretty tame
âi can hear you not putting your shoes on!â you shout from your kitchen, refilling up your water bottle by your sink.
itâs nearing eleven pm on a weekday and youâre nearing the end of your bedtime routine. after finishing your final session of tussling in bed with your boyfriend, you sleepily got to showering and doing your skincare while bakugou was tasked to go back home.
youâre screwing your lid back onto your bottle, bag of popcorn under one arm as you step into your foyer. you find your boyfriend slumped in your chair for putting shoes on, doing exactly not that.
bakugou katsuki is in his thick grey socks, a random pair of black joggers he left at your flat and his oversized khaki hoodie. he looks handsome, always does, but this time heâs appearing a little disheveled. a flower wilting as the clouds begin hiding the sun.
youâre his precious sun with the energy to keep him happy and at peace, till heâs forcefully pulled from your grip.
his hoodie is unzipped, the right side awkwardly longer than the left from being dragged on in a tantrum. his white tee underneath is creased from yanking it over his head with a guttural sigh. heâs even got a water stain on it from hovering over you when you washed your face in the bathroom.
heâs got his head in his hands, legs spread with his travel duffle by his feet. he hasnât even managed to grab his shoes off your neatly organised rack by your door.
you potter over to him, shaking your head softly with a sweet coo.
bakugou does not want to go home.
âbaby. go,â you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.
you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare youâve ever experienced from him, though itâs still miles below the ones he gives at work.Â
calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.
âyou fuckinâ hate me,â he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. âgettinâ rid of me like this.â
you donât miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all youâve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.
âi donât want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,â you smile, taller than him as he sits.
he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and youâre right in front of him.
itâs like heâs fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.
he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.
for you, itâs easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.
âyou want me to piss off so you can watch love island,â he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. thereâs a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.
you know for a fact youâre the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he canât come in tomorrow. say heâs sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.
âi do have a load of episodes to catch up on since youâve been here,â you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.
heâs a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled manâs body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.
âjust say you hate me,â he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.
you donât give in just yet.
âi love you but youâve gotta go. youâll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,â you smile.
he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. âyeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.â
you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.
âyou need to put your shoes onâ,â
âyou look so pretty like this,â he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.
you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what heâs doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.
he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.
your soft pastel pink boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you donât miss bakugouâs gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.
he looks as if heâs about to moan or take a bite out of you. you canât tell yet. you donât mind either.
âkatsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,â you look to your clock beside your front door. âan hour and a half ago.â
bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.
âi wanna stay here with you.â
even though heâs being dramatic, youâll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.
you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. itâs only a peck but everything heâs feeling is translated through.
âyouâre killinâ me,â he says onto your lips.
âitâs not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,â you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.
âiâm givinâ you a good fuckinâ when i see you again.â
âyou always do,â you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.
âfuck. fuck my life,â he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.
âit feels like youâre obsessed with me, kats,â you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.
he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.
âhm? you think?â he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. ââcourse i fuckinâ am. iâm cominâ right back to get you when iâm done.â
you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, âif you say so.â
âi do say so. i am sayinâ that,â he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.
you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesnât have to bend to kiss you.
ânext thursday, okay?â he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. âand still text me. iâll have my phone on me in the evenings.â
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.
âyes, dynamight sir,â you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.
âanother.â he whispers.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. itâs long, wet and pulses throughout your body.
you push your chest against his as if youâre trying to merge into one, bakugouâs fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.
itâs you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.
âbaby, no.â he complains.
since youâre the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.
âput me down now. youâve got to go.â you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, âneed you wide awake on the field so you donât get hurt. i donât wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.â
that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, heâs much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesnât want to scare or upset you. youâve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.
âmy pretty face?â he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. heâs still taking in his last few seconds.
you nod, âyes. come home safe to me.â
âi always do. donât have to doubt me, princess.â
the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.
as if itâs becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsukiâs always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.
despite you urging him to leave, it doesnât mean your heart doesnât ache.
âiâll miss you,â you say, eyes squeezed shut.
youâre just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. youâll see him next week.
âiâll miss you. gonna think about you when iâm on the camp site shittinâ in the woods.â
your laugh makes bakugouâs chest swell.
âyouâre so annoying.â
he shrugs.
with all the power heâs ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.
âiâm gonna go now.â he looks down your empty corridor, âi could stay over tonight and leave in the morninââ.â
âyouâre not waking me up at three.â
he turns to you with a frown.
âfine. another kiss, to wish me well,â he demands.
that you can do.
a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.
âanother. for good luck.â
you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.
itâs when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.
âgo now!â you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.
âfuck,â he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. âiâll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.â
âi always do!â
he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor.Â
bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, âi love you. canât wait to see you again.â
you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, âi love you too. iâll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.â
bakugou nods rapidly, âplease. i wonât be able to reply quickly but i will.â
âokay, iâll see you later.â
heâs about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.
âone last kiss then iâm outta your sight,â he promises.
you eagerly pull out from behind the door, âlast one! then you have to go!â
âyeah, yeah, yeahâ,â heâs rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly youâre up on your tiptoes.
itâs a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isnât one of his high risk ones, heck heâs going on his own because heâs so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.
you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. heâs not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.
itâs loud and messy. itâs trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. itâs bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.
your blonde sucks on your tongue and you donât mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. youâre wondering if thereâs time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.
the kiss only ends because youâre both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. thereâs giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.
you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.
âgoodbye now. for real, kats.â
he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. âbye baby. iâm hard now.â
âthatâs your own fault for begging for more kisses,â you grin.
he pouts, âhow couldnât i when you look likeâ,â
âbye katsuki. my tv is calling me!â
âfuck,â he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, âbye princess.â
comments n reblogs are appreciated. part 2 comments are deleted.
synopsis: how can you say you don't need him when he so wretchedly needs you?
warnings: flreader, nsfw, minors dni, established relationship, miscommunication, yn doesnt 'need' bkg, make-up sex, handjob, fingering (f), cunnilingus, dramatic bkg, doggy style, fluffy&intimate, emotional bkg, needy bkg, what more do i tag lol
a/n: for you, saint @saintokkotsu !! thank you for being so lovely to me. based off that one lyric in i drink wine by adele!
what bakugou feels right now is akin to heartbreak. his heart is broken, raw and missing every other beat. instead of crying over whatever is left of his heart, the feelings have morphed into silent rage, especially at the fact youâre sitting beside him in his car unaware of it all.
heâs not sure if heâs being dramatic, he did only hear less than half of the conversation you were having with your coworker but itâs enough to feel as if his head is being dunked underwater repeatedly with no time to breathe for air.
youâre confused and unsure, as shown by your finger tapping on your knee instead of grabbing his hand like you usually do. your boyfriend looks like a bubbling pot beside you about to spill over.
âdid you have a bad day at work?âÂ
your voice makes him wince, memories of how it sounded just this morning, joyful and loving, embarrassing him.Â
âyeah,â itâs a lie, it sounds burnt on his tongue.
âah,â you nod in a show of understanding but really, nothing has changed.Â
in your year of knowing bakugou, half of that time being in a relationship with him, youâve never quite seen him like this. jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, fingers so tight on his steering wheel you think itâs close to snapping. itâs not the explosive anger you see the news reporters talk about or you hear stories of his friends telling. rather, itâs stone cold brewing. you think this anger is reserved for you.
âdid i do something?â you whisper.
you sound hurt and that makes bakugou ache.
he doesnât know how to reply to you and luckily, heâs just pulled up outside of his apartment so he can starve it off for longer. he doesnât even know why he still wants to be in your presence but he desperately does. this is his love, still aflame during his anger.
he parks and presses a button so his car engine shuts down. with no rumble of the engine, youâre both sitting in quiet. you make no turn to move as bakugou opens his car door.
âkatsuki, i am not coming out until you tell me whatâs wrong. thereâs no point in me coming inside if youâre not talking to me.â
bakugou freezes. you say the words to his back, measuring how all the muscles are tense beneath his long sleeve black t-shirt. he huffs, then groans aloud before roughly wiping his face.
âi heard what you said earlier.â
âto who?â
âyour fuckinâ coworker, that guy.â
he was leaning outside your work building, waiting for you to come out.
âyour sugar daddyâs waiting for you outside, huh?â
bakugouâs never liked that guy, he always seemed slimy and hopelessly in love with you. you just called it his âboyfriend brainâ whenever he spoke about it.
you snort, âhe is not my sugar daddy.â
âdoesnât he practically buy you everything? new bag, new shoes? whyâre you even working?â
bakugou knows your tones like your facial expressions. youâre disgusted when you reply, âhow is this any of your business? i donât use my boyfriend for money. i donât even need him.â
thatâs all bakugou heard before a needle popped his heart and blood began to spill over his shoes.
if you donât need him, why are you with him? what is your relationship built on if thereâs nothing you need from him? all his other ones need him. his presence to save, his strength, his knowledge. his parents have always needed him to keep their relationship strong, his agency is built on their need for him to stay alive. everyone needs something from him. how can you say you donât when he so wretchedly needs you?Â
he retreats into his car seat, slamming the door shut. silence swallows you both.
you want to question why he was even listening to your conversation but itâs pointless anyway. youâre not sure which part of your conversation would deserve this reaction.
âhow much did you hear? what was wrong with what i said?â
the first time he properly looks at you today comes with an annoyed, nasty frown.
âyou said you didnât fuckinâ need me.â
now you frown.
âi said i didnât need you, yes.â
a tether of his temper snaps, âso why the fuck are we together?â
âdonât talk to me like that,â you snap.
silence. both of you watch a man across the street walking his dog.
âweâre together because i love you but i donât need you. if something happens and you leave, iâll still be here. alive.â you watch his face for a reaction but heâs still looking ahead. âand he was talking about your money. i work for my own.âÂ
bakugou realises heâs never admitted to himself the things he needs. he doesnât ever need people the same way people need him. minus perhaps other heroes for certain missions. though this premature heartbreak heâs been feeling, a rush from zero to a hundred, makes him think.
âi need you. without you, iâd be nothing.â
you shake your head softly and bakugou turns to look at you. you take his hand and itâs warm.
âthatâs not true, gorgeous. youâd still be bakugou katsuki. youâd still be dynamight.â
âi donât want any of that if itâs not with you.â you kiss his knuckles.Â
âkatsuki. baby,â you take a deep breath, âi think youâre used to people relying on you all the time. your family, the country, the world. i want you to know i want you for you. i donât want anything from you. i donât need you for your money or your strength. you make me better and happy by being you. thereâs nothing more i ask for.â
bakugou feels his heart mending itself, stitching each tear and slowly beating back to normal. perhaps this is what heâs always needed to hear. you donât need him. you donât want anything from him, just him.
bakugou sniffs, meeting your eyes. your hand comes to cradle his cheek and he presses your forehead together.
âfuck, iâm sorry. i should probably go back to therapy, right?â he chuckles breathily, his eyes glossy though no tears fall.
his breath is hot on your face and you begin to smile at the feeling of his nose brushing against yours. heâs beautiful with his fluffy dark eyelashes and shiny ruby eyes.
âprobably, but we can sort that out later.â you press a kiss to his mouth, then another but this time he holds the back of your head to keep you close to him. he inhales like itâs the first time heâs kissed you in years.
once you pull away, you mumble against his lips, âletâs go inside now. iâm starving.â
when youâve both finished eating, dressed snuggled in your pyjamas, you notice that your boyfriend is oddly embarrassed about his outburst earlier. you never see him embarrassed, perhaps a couple of times at the beginning of your relationship when heâd stutter accidentally or he tried to open the door for you and it smacked him in the forehead. but since then, never. you want your boyfriend back.
you decide to bombard him when heâs hand washing the dishes instead of using the dishwasher beside him.
you lean on the kitchen island with your elbows, chin resting on your palms.
âgorgeous?â
he can always sense you, knows where you are. stupid hero tingles.
bakugou turns his head to look over you, âbaby.ââš
âi miss you.â
âiâm right here.â
âno, youâre still caught up about what happened earlier.â
he rolls his head back to look at his soapy hands, ââm not.â
you sigh softly, padding across the floor in your fluffy socks. you circle your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed against his back. here you were connected, heartbeats simmering to one.
âi love you,â you murmur, pressing a kiss through his t-shirt.
you canât see his hands from this angle but you can hear the water sloshing about as he cleans the plates.
âyeah. i love you too. i think too much.â
you gasp jokingly, laying your palms flat on his toned chest, âyou say it like itâs a bad thing!â
he shakes his head, âitâs not. just that it felt like you stabbed me earlier and now iâm in fuckinâ recovery.â
âoh baby,â you coo. you never realised how deep the roots of his need for people to need him really were. you brush the tips of your fingers against his dick, hidden away in his shorts. your touch is only light, hovering, and you feel his abs tense. âwill this make you feel better?â
bakugouâs laugh is strained, humming at the feeling of you pressed against his back. âyeah, it fuckinâ will.â
you take the yes with glee, slowly pulling down his shorts and boxers in one go. his hands are still in the soapy water, squeezing the life out of a sponge when you bring your palm to your face to spit on and then cradle his length.
you donât say a word when you flick your wrist over him. itâs not too fast, not too slow. a comfortable pace for him to slowly harden in your hand. you indulge in the feeling of knowing him so well, without even seeing his face.Â
how his breath switches to breathy grunts, his fingers becoming pale white from clenching the sink. you can barely look around him to see but you can tell from only the sight of his neck that heâs looking down, mesmerised by your hand.
youâre warm and treat him with skill. you look after him, is all bakugou thinks. he can just relax, worries of before slipping off his shoulders and he focuses on the burning desire building.Â
âoh fuck,â he spills, hips bucking involuntarily into your palm. you bite down on your lip, the feeling of him getting heavier, slick with his own pre.
âthereâs nobody i want more than you,âÂ
âshit,âÂ
you pick up the pace, moving your wrist how youâve seen him move on himself. you match his hip thrusts and bakugou feels his vision blur. he clenches his eyes shut, biceps thick and bulging.
a slick, wet, pat pat pat, fills the air. you feel all the muscles in his body tense, his head flinging back as finally, he lets go. his hot release covers your fingers and you keep pumping till itâs all out.
âmotherfucker. oh fuck, you feel good. this is soâŠÂ urgh,â he groans and you let him, even rubbing his stomach soothingly.
his come drips to the floor and unsurprisingly, youâre turned on by the sight. making him come while not even seeing what youâre doing.
once heâs all done, catching his breath and wiping his forehead, you push.
âare you still too busy moping away to sort me out?â
âwatch your mouth,â he snaps.
you think heâs back. you grin.
after wiping your hand with a paper towel, bakugou pulls up his shorts and picks you up in one swoop, swinging you over his shoulder.
âkatsuki!â two large wet hand imprints are at your waist.Â
heâs on a mission stomping through his home into his bedroom, âiâm gonna do more than just sort you out, baby.â
bakugou throws you back onto his bed and you get to see his face. the sadistic grin you love to see, the desire for you swimming in his ruby pupils. he yanks you by the legs so your pelvis is at the edge of the bed.
âif all this shit didnât happen today, i would have already made you come by now. iâm gonna have to catch up.â
you donât know what beast youâve created until itâs too late.
your lover pulls down your shorts and lifts your oversized t-shirt so your lower half is exposed to him.
âand i was thinkinâ this was it between us. itâs never gonna be it between us.â
âyouâre so dramatic.â
âare you sure you wanna be sayinâ that right now?â
you rest up on your forearms, well aware he can see the wetness between your legs. itâs your favourite sight having him there, hands like paws spreading your thighs wider. he only blows on your centre, over your clit and your body tenses at the rush of air.
you flop down onto your back, pleasure shooting up your spine, âoh shit. no, no, i take it back.â
he smirks, âyeah i thought so.â
bakugou is tender with you, prodding you with his tongue like you would a sleeping animal with a stick. though he knows what gets you moving, he just wants to draw it out.
he swipes his tongue from bottom to top, not paying too much attention to your clit which is exactly where you want him. you mewl, hips jumping to try and push him in the right direction. he just holds you down and continues.
his wet tongue circles your hole, around and around and youâre just about to beg him until he thrusts his tongue inside. your moan is loud, exactly what bakugou wanted.
âshe tastes so fuckinâ good, baby.â he pulls his tongue out to see you pulsing around nothing. âfuck.â
youâre whimpering, heat blossoming throughout your body, âmore âsuki.â
bakugou slides his palm onto your stomach, his other lifting your thigh. âpatience baby.â
finally, his soft lips suction around your clit. he sucks, drawing out the sweetest, honey dripping moans from you. it feels electric, body twitching and it only increases when he slides two fingers into you without warning.
you grip a clump of his hair, holding him to you restlessly.Â
âoh myâŠÂ baby,â you whine, and you feel the vibrations of his chuckle muffled between your legs.
his tongue is swift, practised. he curls his fingers, brushing against your favourite spot and thatâs enough for you to be on the edge of bursting.
then he stops, and you find two hands on your waist flipping you over onto your stomach.
âkatsuki, what?! i was almost there!â you whine but your boyfriend only lightly slaps your bare ass to silence you.
âwanna feel you come âround my cock. wouldnât you too?â his voice deep with control as you lay your cheek on the mattress to watch him pull his t-shirt off his body in one sweep.
you hum at the sight of his toned chest, the scars, marks and beauty spots. he wastes no time finding your ass again, two hands on each ass cheek. he roughly massages with his thumbs and you canât help but rumble a moan, trying not to arch in the air.
âyeah, i do,â he leans over with one knee beside you and kisses your cheek, âwant you âsuki.â
âiâll look after you, pretty.â
bakugou yanks off his joggers, one hand guiding his cock through your ass cheeks. back and forth and your moans come out like a melody in unison. heâs thick, veiny and heâs fixated on how his head pops out at every thrust.Â
âcould fuckinâ come like this, baby,â he grunts, leaning over your body. kisses are pressed along your shoulders and back like raindrops.
it feels good, so good but not enough. âno, donât,â you reach for his arm behind you and bakugou meets your pleading eyes. âinside, baby.â
how could he say no to you when itâs so natural to say yes? âokay, okay. fuck, iâd do anythinâ for you.â
he grips your thigh to position you for him, guiding his cock through your folds. your breath hitches when he hovers by where you need him the most. need. right now, your craving is turning into a need.
ân-need you so bad, come on,â
and he usually would have poked you for your tone but instead, your lover grins. alive and full of energy. slowly, he pushes into you, immediately feeling you tense around him. together, he grunts while you whimper.
âoh âsuki,â
âi know baby, i know.â
youâre made for him, he fits tight and perfect and he knows if thereâs a heaven on earth, itâs between your legs.Â
âwhy do you f-feel bigger?â you rock against him, your ass hitting his chest.
bakugouâs laugh comes out rough, holding your hips, ââm gonna move, yeah?â
you hum back and he begins to thrust. he tries to be controlled to take his time but it all gets too much so quickly. the messiness of it all, your slick soaking his cock desperately, creating loud wet slaps in the air. youâre both lost in each other, you reaching up on your forearms to fuck back into him, youâre not sure whoâs moaning more.
âfuck,â you screech and bakugou feels like heâs close to passing out.
âcome, baby. you feel perfect, squeezing the shit outta me,â
he doesnât even need to touch your clit before youâre shaking on him, stuffing your face in the mattress for some grounding, your fingers clenched.
âholy⊠fuck, âsuki,â you mewl, âi love you.â
his orgasm rocks through him before he can take hold of it, spurting inside you. his hips keep going and instead of flinging his head back, he leans forward over you, stuffing his head in your neck. his thrusts jolt your whole body on the bed and itâs only when heâs all spent, he stops, murmuring a tired, âi l-love you too, pretty.â
itâs a few moments of trying to come back to earth together, bakugou flipping you onto your back to lay kisses over your hip bone and stomach. your hand brushes through his hair relaxingly.
when he stops, you look down at him to find him already staring at you. you move your hand to cup his cheek. his eyes are half lidded, sleepy, lips shiny and although you say you donât need him like one would need food or water, maybe you crave him like one would a hot meal. like one would happiness and peace of mind.
âyou know i love you, right?â you breathe and his eyes widen.
bakugou nods, rubbing against your palm like a puppy. he really looks anything but with his stubbled jaw and scar across his eyebrow but heâs still stupidly sweet.
âcourse i do. i get what you meant before, donât worry,â he sniffs, pretty eyes looking over you. he grips your wrist tightly, kissing the palm that held his cheek, âi love you too, pretty girl.â
bakugou crawls up to you on his forearms, stopping until his face is before yours. âiâd die if you left me though.â
his face is serious, stone cold until his smile drops and you slap his arm. âkatsuki! donât say that,â he stuffs his head in your neck, his chuckle tickling.
âiâm not lyinâ though.â
you circle your arms around his neck, holding him to you tightly, âbut you shouldnâtâŠâ
âyeah, yeah, i know. if you ever wanna leave me i wonât actually. iâll just think about it till one day i wake up and donât.â
âyouâre really not helping and i donât wanna leave you any time soon. unless youâre still planning on being dramatic.â
ânah, iâm finished. i love you a normal amount.â
you roll your eyes playfully and he pinches your side, pulling you into a fit of giggles.
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