katsuki hated interviews, he didnât see the point of it and genuinely did not understand how they could 'boost up' his ratings.
today was no different, after blowing stuff up and beating the shit out of villains, his agent had to drag him to another interview, mentally preparing himself to answer stupid questions.
he sat patiently at the table, waiting for the crowd to run towards him with microphones and cameras, just like every other week. He suddenly jumped in his seat, feeling a hand creep up his leg. Thanking god it was just him in the room, he lifted the white cloth to reveal a familiar face, you.
yes you were a crazed fan, but you were obsessed, no security or police could tear you away from him, and he knew that.
for some reason, he never seem to mind. was it because he secretly knew you? because he was tired or just didnât care anymore? it was more simple than that.
the public was clueless about his secret relationship with you. while you were painted by the media as this crazed dynamight fan, pushing others in line and yelling his name at events when it was clearly unnecessary, behind the doors was something different.
you guys blurred the line between relationship and fuck buddies. you often ended up at his apartment to fuck, but who wouldnât? he had you in positions no one could ever thought about, fucked you again his kitchen sink while you whined about how it was too early. sucked him off while he took his phone out to record your spit covered face. but your favourite was when he forced your legs up before tying them to the headboard, never taking the restraints off until you came atleast three times.
and so, going back to today, you sat patiently under the table and listened as his footsteps got louder, before seeing his legs under the cloth, hearing him groan about his day.
thatâs when you placed your hands on his legs, repositioning yourself towards his crotch, before feeling his hand grab your hair, gasping when he lifted the cloth.
"what the fuck do you think youâre doing?"
you slowly blinked, doe eyes and pouty lips making him curse under his breath.
"i know you hate interviews, so i wanted to make you feel better while you answer questions."
"ya' trying to distract me?" he chuckled.
"maybe thatâs the point."
"you know were both fucked if we get exposed right?"
you placed your head on his thigh, while grabbing his clothed dick, dirty hero suit staining your hand.
"control yourself then." is all you say before you both hear the crowd coming in, cameras flashing and people shoving microphones in his face.
when he gets asked the first question of the evening, he hears the zipper of his pants being pulled down as your hand grabs his hardening cock.
đ€ baby daddy Bakogu x ex wife reader, divorce, heâs down bad for you, smut 18+, squirting, oral sex (female reciving), dirty talk, pet name, jealous Bakogu . . .
You knew it was a bad idea.
But when your two daughters kept begging you, you gave in -after all, it was just an ironic and harmless prank.
You and Katsuki had been divorced for eight years, exactly when your oldest daughter was two and your youngest was one. You were only 19 when you got pregnant but Katsuki didn't abandon either you or your daughter, but a year later, your youngest daughter was born. And after her birth, your marriage fell apart -things weren't going well anymore and you ended up arguing constantly, so divorce seemed like the only solution.
And so it was, it had been the solution, even though facing it was hard -seeing him every day without exchanging a single word was incredibly difficult, but it was the only way to keep from going back to him and begging to get back together.
But those had been the early years, after a full eight years, you had rebuilt your life beautifully -even your love life, it wasn't exactly perfect, but you were giving it a shot. Youâd been seeing this man for at least three months -and even though he wasnât really your type, you wanted to try anyway, because it didn't seem right for you that your ex-husband was out there playing the slut with at least a hundred girls while you sat with a cigarette between your lips, thinking about your orrible ex-marriage.
So yes, your relationship was a thing of the past, over and done with, but that Friday evening, boredom reigned between you and your daughters.
"Mommy, please -I saw this prank on TikTok. Come on, you two will end up laughing, please," the older one insisted, while the younger one giggled in the background, urging you to do it. "You two are crazy, can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?" you said, laughing at the absurdity of what they were asking.
They wanted you to call Katsuki just to say goodnight, a trend theyâd seen on TikTok -an app you were cursing. But they were insisting so much and it seemed like fun, so why not? After all, youâd been divorced for ages, heâd probably laugh with his new girlfriend hearing what your daughters had made you do.
You didn't know if he had a new girlfriend but let's just say that looks were one of his undeniable points, so you were definitely sure that he was with someone.
You picked up the phone from the table while your daughters laughed triumphantly. You went to your contacts, typed in his full name and found his contact. "I can't believe I'm doing this" you said, completely resigned, then tapped the contact icon and made the call, "Put it on speaker," your oldest daughter said, taking the phone from your hands and placing it in front of you.
The phone rang and as the minutes passed by, you felt embarrassment begin to overwhelm you, "He's probably working -you two know your dad is always working" you said, ready to end the call, but just then, a voice came through.
"Hello?"
Fuck.
"Hi Bakugo, um..." you said, completely flustered and forgetting what to say, "Why did you call? Did something happen?" he asked immediately.
You muted the microphone, noticing that your daughters were about to burst out laughing, "Turn it back on, Mommy," said the youngest after laughing, impatient to hear her father's reaction.
"Um... I just wanted to wish you good night" you said awkwardly, placing your hand over your mouth to stifle the laughter that was about to escape.
"What the f- Do you have a problem? I can come over you, I'll come right now if you want. " He said immediately, while you noticed how confused he sounded. Your daughters were lost in a wave of laughter, pulling away from the microphone to let it out, overwhelmed by the sheer awkwardness between the two of you.
"No no" you immediately refused, "Nothing happened -I just wanted to wish you a goodnight , thatâs all" you said, as if, for a moment, that was the normality.
"Mh" Katsuki said from the other end of the line, "Has that moron left your place?"
You froze, feeling your cheeks burning and muted the phone, "It's bedtime, come on babies, head back to your rooms -I'll come later for a goodnight kiss" you said to your daughters, a smile plastered on your lips.
They nodded while continuing to giggle, as soon as they had left, you immediately turned on your phone's microphone. "He didn't come at all today," you said bluntly, and you could hear Katsuki chuckling on the other end at your words. "What a fool, having you and not seeing you every day -heâs a total dumbass, thatâs for sure."
You rolled your eyes at his words -at all the ego and self-assurance they oozed, "You had me once too and then you lost me, so you're a dumbass too."
He chuckled, "And who told you I've lost you forever?"
You were speechless, but was it really possible that, after eight years of divorce, he was trying to flirt with you at the first opportunity?
"Where are the brats?" he asked and you knew damn well he was asking because he was about to come over to your place, the dilemma was that you didnât know if you were going to tell him to go fuck himself or let your attractive ex-husband come over your house again.
You huffed, lost in thought. "They're asleep, if you're coming, hurry up" you said, surrendering to your intrusive thoughts.
"I'm on my way"
So, after years and years of divorce, there you were, you sitting on the kitchen table with your legs spread and him between your legs, his hand gripping your thigh in a firm hold, your lips crashing together in passionate kisses.
He had walked in five minutes ago and you two didinât even spoken, you let his lips meet your lips first -and they spoke more than your words did.
You two broke the kiss to catch your breath. Soft light illuminated the room, Katsuki was close to your face, breathing heavily, his lips glistening and looking so tempting. "I'm taking you to the bedroomâ he whispered in your ear, grabbing the backs of your thighs and guiding your legs to wrap around his hips.
He carried you effortlessly to the bed -in the room you used to share, and laid you down, your thighs were spread on the white mattress as he positioned himself between them, his hands resting on the bed near your face, while his lips immediately rushed to your neck, planting wet kisses that sent shivers down your spine.
"I imagine how bored you've been all these years," he whispered, tempting you with those kisses, "So alone in such a big bed."
You rested your hand in his blonde hair -which, though you wouldn't admitted it, you had missed, seeing it constantly on your daughters' heads. "A bed for you and your husband -not that bastard who doesn't make you happy" he continued to whisper as he leaned close to your ear, planting a kiss there too.
"And how do you know it doesn't make me happy?" you said, provoking him -even though you knew damn well it was the truth, "Because only I can make you happy, me and our little girls."
A satisfied smile played on your lips, with your hand in his hair, you pulled Katsuki toward you and kissed him passionately, already feeling the bulge in his jeans rubbing against your core.
You knew Katsuki was big -after all, youâd had two daughters together, but before youâd been used to it. Now you hadnât been intimate with anyone in, say... years? It was pathetic and embarrassing, but there was nothing you could do about it, the idea of ââhaving sex with anyone other than Katsuki felt like a mental block.
You could already picture how your hole -tight as it had been at the start of your relationship, would welcome him back and you could feel yourself getting wet only at the thought of it.
You felt his hand moving downwards, sliding toward your thigh, then the inner thigh, slowly making its way toward your intimate area.
He reached the edge of the shorts you were and with a swift movement he lifted your legs to pull the shorts down your thighs, once he had removed them, he positioned your right leg on his shoulder, giving him a beautiful view of the lace panties covering your pussy.
He placed his left hand on the thigh resting against the mattress and started to toy with your center using two fingers, now his face was practically between your thighs and you could feel his warm breath against the lace fabric.
"You put these panties on for him, didn't you?" he teased, as you felt the light pressure of his fingers against your panties, you shook your head at his question while running your hand back through his blonde hair.
"Mmh, better," he said as he shifted his fingers. Instead of pulling off your panties, he slid them to the left and with his fingers pressed together, he began to notice just how wet you were from that kind of contact alone.
He began to stimulate your clitoris with his thumb, moving in circles, while his fingers started to tease your entrance. "You haven't changed after eight years -you still like it like this, don't you? You like the way I do itâ he said, planting light kisses on your inner thigh.
Then he removed two fingers, leaving only his thumb, using his left hand -which was resting on your thigh, he lifted your other leg onto his free shoulder, practically burying himself between your thighs.
It started with a lick from top to bottom, "Always so sweet for me," he whispered, his voice vibrating slightly against you, his warm breath hitting exactly your hot, wet center, you moaned at the sensation, gripping Katsukiâs hair and arching your back slightly.
"Come on baby, I haven't even started yet" he said before grabbing your thighs with his iron grip and beginning to taste you with his sinful tongue.
His tongue explored you, licking your pussy from bottom to top, you felt his parted lips against you. He curled his tongue to touch your most sensitive spot and you felt pleasure filling you more and more with every lick.
Under him you were a complete mess, with every jolt of pleasure you arched your back, feeling his tongue pushing deeper and deeper inside you, moans escaping your parted lips, your fingers gripping his blond hair and your legs twitching instinctively -only for Katsuki to hold them still beneath his hands.
You could hear the sounds his mouth made as he sucked and licked you, he moved his hand from your thigh to your clitoris and began working it in circular motions, just as before, while continuing to bury himself in your pussy.
"Fuck Bakugo, if you don't stop, I'm going to..." He frozen and his hand tightened its grip on your leg. "Call me that one more time and I'll keep going until our daughters wake up."
You knew he was going to do it, so you were listening to him -after all, you had an insatiable craving to have him inside you.
"Apologize" he said, continuing with licks that grew slower and slower, teasing you.
"Wha-?" you asked confused, as you felt your core pulse at the contact of his tongue, "You haven't gone deaf, have you? I said apologize for calling me that" he said, lifting his face to meet your eyes, his lips wet because of you.
He buried his face between your thighs again, pressing and curling his tongue against your most sensitive spot, his thumb still on your clitoris -driving you crazy. "Sorry..." you whispered, your voice barely audible.
"I didn't hear you," he said, urging you to raise your voice, "The girls will hear us..." you whispered -barely able to speak, before biting your cheek to cope with the sensations his tongue was provoking.
"I said I can't hear you" he repeated as he pulled back slightly from your pussy, with a frustrated moan, you gave in. "Please, forgive me." He smirked with satisfaction at your words and planted another slow lick, moving from bottom to top. "Again."
"Forgive me" you moaned as he continued his work with his tongue, you felt yourself on the verge of climax, knowing you wouldn't last much longer, you tried to pull his head away slightly, "Katsuki, I'm about to..." you said, attempting to move him aside before it was too late but instead, he only quickened his movements, delving deeper into you, his thumb moving with increasingly rapid circular motions, his grip firm on your leg to keep himself anchored to you.
And then the wave of pleasure washed over you, you closed your eyes, feeling the peak of pleasure, unaware that your squirt had landed right on Katsuki's handsome face.
But he didn't mind it at all, in fact he lingered over it, savoring your sweetness.
When you opened your eyes -completely relaxed after your orgasm, you saw Katsukiâs wet face right in front of you, but without speaking he lowered your legs, letting you lie flat on the mattress. He was still fully dressed, unlike you -who less than two minutes ago had been spread wide open in front of him.
"Where are you going? Aren't we having sex?" you asked unfiltered before he pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. "Not today, I just wanted to show you that Iâm the only one that can give you the pleasure you crave" he said.
And for a moment, you actually believed he was being gentle, but then he leaned close to your ear.
"Get some rest now, because next time Iâm going to get you pregnant again" he said with a completely straight face. Seeing your cheeks flush slightly, he smiled and rolled his eyes. "Anyway, this is a proper goodnight -not that bullshit over the phone" he said before getting up and leaving your room.
//Hi! I know this isn't my usual content, but I had this idea involving Katsuki.
you knew something was wrong when tommy shelby refused a cigarette.
he just sat there at the kitchen table, sleeves rolled up, forearms tense, jaw ticking like a bomb mid-countdown. sunlight slanted through the curtains all soft and gold and holy, but your husband looked like war. looked like 1914 come back to haunt the breakfast dishes. looked like he was seconds from setting something on fire just to feel warmth.
you set the kettle down. hard.
âwhat?â you say, sharp like the edge of his razors, voice still sticky with sleep. âwhat is it now, thomas?â
he doesnât answer. just stares straight ahead at absolutely fucking nothing, like the ghost of a thought has him by the throat. which, fine. youâre married to a man whose favorite pastime is brooding, right next to murder and tax evasion.
but then he says it. and itâs so goddamn unexpected, you forget how to breathe for a second.
âi want a baby.â
you blink.
âyouâwhat.â
his blue eyes meet yours. stormclouds. cigarette smoke. something ancient and aching. âa child. ours. i want one.â
you laugh. because itâs easier than screaming.
âjesus christ, tommy. is this another one of your near-death existential spirals? do we need to call polly again?â
he doesnât flinch. doesnât blink. just says, deadly serious, âyouâd be a good mother.â
and it hits you in the chest like a fucking freight train.
because hereâs the thing about tommy shelby: when he loves, itâs not flowers and poetry. itâs knives. itâs promises soaked in blood. itâs protection so feral you almost choke on it. and when he looks at you like thatâlike the world is a house on fire and youâre the only thing worth savingâyou believe him. against your better judgment. against every ounce of self-preservation.
you sit down. slow. because your knees arenât working properly anymore.
âyouâve got three siblings with kids. and a fucking horse. why do you need this?â you ask, weak.
âbecause none of those are you. and none of them are mine.â
and there it is. raw and selfish and soaked in possession. tommy shelby in one fucking sentence.
you run a hand through your hair. âthis is so unhinged. you canât justâjust decide you want a kid out of nowhere.â
he arches an eyebrow, infuriatingly calm. âiâve wanted one since the wedding.â
you gape. âthen why didnât you say anything?â
âbecause the war never ended, love. just changed shape.â
youâre gonna cry. and you hate crying. especially in front of him, because he gets all tender and tragic and you end up in bed for three days trying to fuck the pain out of each other like that ever works.
you reach across the table. lace your fingers through his. and he lets you. because when you touch him like this, itâs the only time he doesnât flinch.
âitâs not that i donât want one,â you whisper. âitâs just ⊠what if you get killed, tommy? what if iâm left raising a baby on my own, telling stories about a ghost who smelled like gunpowder and good whiskey?â
he squeezes your hand.
âthen name him after me.â
you laugh through a choked sob. âyou arrogant bastard.â
âtakes one to love one.â
and then heâs pulling you into his lap like heâs starved for you. like he needs to feel your heartbeat just to keep his own steady. he kisses you like itâs a vow, like heâs swearing something to your bones. and you kiss him back because of course you do. because you love him in spite of everything. because of everything.
his mouth trails down your neck. âlet me show you,â he murmurs against your skin. âhow much i want this. how much i want you.â
you bite your lip, trying to stay rational, but the way he touches you should be illegal in at least seventeen countries. and when he says, âwanna see you round, carrying my baby. mine. all mine.â youâre done. youâre just done.
somewhere between the second orgasm and the wreckage of your dignity, you realize heâs serious. he holds you like heâs memorizing the shape of your future. palms flat against your belly like heâs trying to will life into it. and for the first time, youâre not scared. not really.
because if thereâs anyone who can stare down the apocalypse and still plan for tomorrowâitâs thomas shelby.
and maybe, just maybe ⊠youâll give him one.
but not before you punch him in the arm and mutter, ânext time, lead with flowers. not fucking baby fever.â
he smirks. âthought you liked me feral.â
âunfortunately, i do.â
and he kisses you again, this time soft. like the war has ended, if only for now.
whatever you do, donât think about bokuto panting and sweating. Donât think about him groaning and babbling little âfuckâs on repeat like itâs all he can manage. Try not to imagine his big, heavy hands digging into your hips, messy kisses trailing down your shoulder and collarbone. Or the way heâd snap his hips so enthusiastically when he hears a sound he likes just a little too much. Definitely donât think about him gripping your cheeks into one big hand & forcing you to look him in the eye as he tells you how much he loves this, how much he loves you.
indulger!katsuki who is completely unapologetic about the way he spoils you, often using it as a weapon to shut down any argument. whenever you try to tell him he's âtoo muchâ or that he âdoesn't need to spend so much,â he simply doubles down.
âtoo much? you think this is too much?â he points to the walk-in closet that is essentially a second bedroom, filled with luxury clothes and jewelry. âi make more money in a week than most people make in a year. what the hell else am i supposed to do with it? save it for a rainy day? it's always raining somewhere, you moron!â
âi just feel bad that you work so hard and then iââ
âshut up,â he silences you by pulling you into a deep, bruising kiss that tastes of cinnamon and heat. he breaks away just enough to whisper against your lips. âi work hard so i can see you in these clothes. i work hard so i can buy you things that make you smile like a damn idiot. your only job is to look pretty and be mine. everything else is handled. now, tell me what else you want. a new car? a trip to paris? just say the word, you spoiled little brat.â
this was the first year into your relationship. many more years later he would continuously complain about you being spoiled rotten, which you find ironic because he was the reason you turned out the way you are today.
indulger!katsuki who cannot handle a single pout from you, especially when youâre staring at something that costs more than a mid-sized sedan.
you both stood in the center of a glittering ginza boutique, the air smelling of expensive lilies and cold air conditioning. you didnât say a word; you simply stopped in front of a gold necklace with a pear-cut diamond that caught the light in a way that made your eyes widen.
you looked at the jewel, then slowly shifted your gaze to katsuki, tilting your head with a small, hopeful shimmer in your eyes.
katsuki stopped dead in his tracks, his shoulders tensing under his your gaze. âdon't even start with that look,â he barked, though his eyes didn't leave your face.
âi didn't say anything, katsuki.â you chuckled.
âyou're saying it with your damn eyes! you're practically screaming 'buy me this overpriced rock' without opening your mouth! it's a piece of carbon, you greedy brat! do you have any idea how many zeros are on that price tag?â katsuki had his hands in his hips, looking down at you like he was your mom scolding you.
âi didnât even ask for it, baby. just looking⊠itâs pretty, thatâs all,âyou let out a tiny, theatrical sigh and began to turn away, your shoulders slumping just a fraction.
âtch! stop it! get back here!" he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but careful, and yanked you back toward the glass case. he slammed a hand onto the counter, making the sales clerk jump nearly a foot in the air. âwrap that one up! now! and put it in the fancy box so she doesn't complain that it looks cheap!â
âof course, sir! right away!â as the clerk hurried to package the necklace.
katsuki leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. âyou're a manipulative menace. a spoiled, pampered little menace. you think you can just look at me and i'll cave? you think i'm some kind of pushover?â
you beamed, leaning into his chest. âyes!â
âdamn right i am! for you i am! now let's get out of here before you decide you want the matching earrings too!â
âooh! now that you mention itâŠâ
indulger!katsuki who believes that âout of stockâ is merely a suggestion and that rules don't apply when you want something.
you were in a high-end streetwear boutique, your eyes locked on a limited-edition cropped leather jacket. it was the only one in your size, and it was perched precariously on a headless mannequin in the window. the store manager had already told you three times that display items were not for sale.
you looked at the jacket, then at your boyfriend, your lower lip trembling just a bit. âletâs just go. he said i can't have it,â you whispered, looking devastated.
katsukiâs eyes snapped to the mannequin. he looked at the manager, who was sweating profusely, and then back to you. a slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. âwhat do you mean it's not for sale?â
âsir, it's the display model! it's meant to stay on the mannequin for the aesthetic of the windowââ
âi don't give really a damn about the bullshit of your window. isnât a store like this supposed to be taking money?! tch,âkatsuki stormed forward, his heavy boots thudding against the polished floor. in one fluid, violent motion, he reached out and gripped the collar of the jacket. with a loud rip of plastic fasteners and a crash of the mannequinâs arm snapping off, he tore the garment right off the plastic form. he didn't even wait for the manager to react before he tossed the jacket over your shoulders. âthere. now it's yours. stop looking like a kicked puppy.â
âkatsuki! you can't justââ
âi just did! now, you,â he pointed a finger at the trembling manager, âring this up. now. or i'll blow the front door off your hinges and pay for it in pieces.â
you giggled, hugging the leather to your chest. âyou're so aggressive. arenât you supposed to be a heroâŠ? that wasnât heroic at all.â
âdid i steal it?! no, i didnât. now shut up and pay for the damn thing with my card, you brat.â
indulger!katsuki who will cross entire prefectures just to satisfy a midnight craving because he can't stand the thought of you being unhappy.
it was 1:00 am on a tuesday. katsuki had just finished a grueling sixteen-hour shift dealing with a villain breakout in the city center. he was covered in soot, his muscles aching, and he had just collapsed onto the sofa. you crawled into his lap, rubbing your cheek against his chest. âkats baby... i really want that strawberry shortcake from that one bakery in chiba.â
he groaned, the sound vibrating through his ribs. âare you kidding me? chiba? that's an hour's drive! go to sleep!â
âbut the cream is so light... and they use those organic strawberries... i can almost taste it.â you practically whined as you nuzzled closer to him like an annoying cat.
your boyfriend closed his eyes, praying for strength. he stayed silent for a full minute, his chest heaving. then, he let out a loud, frustrated scream and sat up abruptly, nearly dumping you off his lap. âgod damn it! why are you like this? why can't you just want a normal snack from the convenience store?â
âbecause i'm your pretty baby?â
he glared at you, his vermillion eyes narrowing, but the heat in them wasn't anger. oh, no it wasnât. it was absolute, unconditional devotion. no matter how hard he glared, you had him wrapped around your pretty manicured fingers that he also payed for.
katsuki stood up and grabbed his keys from the counter. âget in the car. if we get there and they're sold out, i'm leaving you on the sidewalk.â
âyou love me too much for that.â
âtch. keep talking and i'll buy you a whole damn bakery and make you work there just so i never have to drive to chiba at midnight again!â
indulger!katsuki who expresses his love through a constant stream of âshut upâ and âyou're annoying,â while simultaneously funding your entire lavish lifestyle.
you were sitting on the bed, surrounded by a mountain of shopping bags from your latest spree. you were trying on a pair of towering gold heels that were probably impractical for any one human being to walk in.
katsuki walked into the room, stopping to stare at the chaos. âwhat the hell is all this? did you rob a bank while i was at the agency?â
âthey were on sale!â you beamed up at him giddily as if that answered his question.
âon sale? you bought six pairs of the same shoe in different colors! you're a damn shopaholic is what you are!â katsuki had his hands on his hips as if he was your mom scolding you.
you stood up, wobbling slightly in the gold heels, and walked toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck. âbut look how they make my legs look, kats.â
he looked down at your legs, then back up at your face. his expression shifted from irritation to a hunger that made your stomach flip. he gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his palms warm through your clothes. âtch. your legs always look good. you don't need overly expensive gold shoes to make me want to rip your clothes off.â
âare you saying you don't like them?â you pouted at him.
âi'm saying i find it stupid how much money you spend on things that just make me want to keep you in the bedroom all day. now get those damn things off and câmere."
indulger!katsuki who views your shopping addiction as a challenge to his bank account, and he loves winning. you once mentioned, in passing, that you liked a certain vintage watch that was being auctioned off, a piece that was practically unobtainable.
you didn't expect him to get it; you just liked the idea of it.
two weeks later, katsuki tosses a small, velvet box onto your lap while you're eating breakfast. âhere. stop thinking about it. itâs starting to annoying me.â
you open the box to find the watch, its gold face gleaming. you gasp, looking at the price estimate you'd seen online. âkatsuki bakugo! this cost... this is insane! why would you do this?â
âhah! because i can!â he yells, though there's a smirk playing on his lips. âbecause i'm the best, and my woman should have the best. i don't want you looking at some auction site like some extra. i want you to look at your wrist and remember that i'm the one who got it for you.â he pulls you into his lap, his arms locking around you. âi'll buy the whole damn auction house if it means you'll stop daydreaming and focus on me. you get it? everything you want is yours, as long as you remember who the hell provides it.â
you werenât entirely sure what his deal was⊠he either loved you so much that he was willing to throw money at everything, he actually finds it annoying when you talk about stuff you want, or he loves flexing his hard-earned money.
it was all the above.
indulger!katsuki who treats every anniversary, birthday, holiday, or âjust becauseâ day as a competition to see how much he can possibly spoil you.
as you looked around the breathtaking setup, your eyes glistening with tears, he stood beside you, looking uncomfortable in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders. âstop crying, brat. it's just a dinner.â
âit's not just a dinner, kats! it's beautiful!â
âtch. it's whatever. i just didn't want you complaining that i didn't do enough this year." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. inside was a ringânot like the diamond one he'd bought you months ago, but a rare, deep red ruby that matched the color of his eyes.
âi saw this and thought it looked like something a greedy brat would want.â katsuki shrugged as if he was talking about the specials on the menu.
âkatsuki...â
âdon't get all mushy on me. just put the damn ring on so we can eat before the food gets cold. and don't think this means you can buy a new car next week.â he pointed a stern finger at you.
you laughed, sliding the ring onto your finger and throwing your arms around his neck. âi was thinking a yacht.â
your boyfriend froze, his eyes widening. âa yacht? who the hell wants a boat?!â
âa pretty one! with gold trim!â
katsuki sighed, but he was already pulling you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that tasted of promise and absolute, unwavering devotion. âfine. but if we get a yacht, i'm the captain. and you're just the pampered passenger who looks pretty.â
âdeal.â you nodded your head eagerly.
âgood because your also a terrible driver and i have no plans being the jack to your rose when we die in sea.â
âasshole! fucking forget it then!â
indulger!katsuki who can't maintain a professional demeanor when you decide you miss him too much to let him work.
you were at home, lounging in one of his oversized shirts, feeling particularly needy. you knew he was in the middle of a high-stakes strategy meeting with the top ten heroes. out of impulse, you sent him a message:
i'm so bored and the bed feels too big without you.
five minutes later, your phone buzzed.
stop sending me shit while i'm working, brat.
you replied: i might just go buy another little lingerie set to pass the time. i saw a gorgeous red set⊠oh, did i mention iâm wearing a black set rn
you quickly followed it up by sending him a single photo: a selfie of you biting your lip, nothing on but a black lace teddy set, sitting prettily in the bed.
his response was almost instantaneous it made you giggle.
stay. put.
another ten minutes passed before the front door slammed open with such force the windows rattled. katsuki stormed into the bedroom, still in his full hero gear, his arm bracers were removed and thrown on the couch in a blink of an eye. he looked absolutely livid, his chest heaving. âwho the hell do you think you are, interrupting my meeting with a photo of you dressed like that?"
âi missed you,â you whispered, sliding off the bed and walking toward him.
âyou're a menace. i had edgeshot staring at my phone screen for three seconds because i reacted too loud! i'm supposed to be a professional!â
you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. âare you going to go back, dynamight?â
katsuki looked down at you, his gaze darkening as he felt your warmth against him. he reached up, gripping your chin and tilting your head back. ânot a chance in hell. now, since you wanted my attention so badly, you're going to spend the rest of the afternoon making up for the fact that i had to walk out of a very important meeting.â
âhow?â
âshut up. i'll show you.â
indulger!katsuki who loves the way you beg, not just for things, but for him, and he takes his time making sure you earn every single touch.
he pulled back, his eyes scanning your flushed face, a smirk playing on his lips. he didn't move to take off the rest of your clothes; instead, he just watched you squirm beneath him, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps. âwhat's the matter? you were so bold over text. where's all that energy now?â
âplease... kats, please.â you squirmed.
âplease what? be specific. i don't do vague requests.â your smug boyfriend tutted.
you arched your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. âi want you... i want you inside me. please.â
katsuki chuckled, a dark, rough sound. he shifted his weight, his hand sliding down to touch you, his fingers finding you already drenched and aching. he didn't push inside; he just teased the entrance, circling the sensitive peak of your center with agonizing movements. âtch, you're so impatient. you think because i get you whatever you want, you get the reward immediately? no. you're going to wait until i decide you've begged enough.â
âfuckâi'll do anything! just... please, baby!â
âanything? then tell me, brat. tell me how much you love being taken care off by me. tell me how much you love that i'm the only one who can handle you. the only one who is capable of giving you everything and anything you want.â
âi love it... i love you... i love that you're mineâhah⊠only mine,â
katsuki didn't wait another second. he ripped the loose shirt you were wearing upward, exposing you completely, and drove into you in one powerful thrust.
âoh! f-ffuuuckâŠâ you screamed, the sound muffled by his mouth as he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your cry. he moved with a violent, rhythmic intensity, his body a storm of heat and muscle, driving you deeper and deeper into the mattress.
indulger!katsuki who is surprisingly attentive during sex, ensuring that while he is dominant, your pleasure is the absolute priority. despite the aggression of his movements, his eyes never left yours. he watched every flicker of pleasure, every curl of your toes, every time your eyes rolled back in your head.
âlook at me,â katsuki commanded, his voice strained.
âi'm... i'm looking!â you mewled as you fought your head from tilting backwards.
âtell me how it feels. tell me how i feelâffuuuck, yeah, baby. take it just like thatâinside you.â katsuki pounded you into the mattress, his knees bent as his hips moved relentlessly.
âit's perfect... you're... oh god, katsuki!â your nails digging into his back, marking him.
katsuki gritted his teeth, his pace increasing, his palms sparking slightly against the sheets, the scent of sweat and the burnt fabric filling the room. he reached down, his thumb finding your clit, the exact spot that sent you over the edge, adding a level of stimulation that made your entire body convulse.
âthat's it... take it all, my greedy baby. take everything i give you.â
as you peaked, your voice breaking in a long, shuddering moan, he followed you, his body stiffening as he let out a low, primal roar, filling you completely. he collapsed against you, his breath coming in heavy heaves, his heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird.
indulger!katsuki who becomes an insatiable force of nature when you are ovulating, turning your heightened desire into a marathon of pleasure that leaves both of you completely spent. and in his opinion, as much as he thinks youâre the best thing to ever exist, this version of you might take the cake.
you had told him you were in your peak window, and the moment the words left your lips, the air in the room had shifted. katsuki didn't just become more affectionate; he became obsessed.
âi can smell it on you,â he whispered, his voice a dark, predatory hum as he backed you against the bedroom wall. âyou smell like you are wet fâme already.â
âi am,â you whimpered, your legs already shaking. âi can't stop thinking about you, baby. i want you inside me. now please.â
katsuki didn't need to be told twice. he ripped your clothes off, his movements frantic yet precise. he lifted you up, your legs locking around his waist. it didnât take long before he drove himself into you with a force that made the wall rattle. âyou are so wet,â he groaned, the sound of his cock sliding into your drenched pussy creating a loud, squelching noise that echoed in the room. âyou are practically dripping for me.â
he fucked you for hours, moving you from the wall to the bed, then to the floor, and back again. every time you thought he was finished, every time he came in a loud, shaking burst of pleasure, he would look at you, at your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your pleading eyes, and he would harden again.
âmore,â you sobbed, clutching his shoulders. âplease, suki, more.â
âfucking hell. you are a bottomless pit, katsuki panted, his sweat dripping onto your chest. âi can't believe how much you can take. it is unbelievable.â
he explored every inch of you, his tongue tracing the line of your thighs, his fingers stretching you open before plunging back inside. he was rough and demanding, his voice a constant stream of praise and possession. âyes, take it all,â he commanded, his hips slamming into yours with a rhythmic thud. âyou want this, don't you? you want your man to fill you up until you can't take another drop.â
by the time you were finally satiated, katsuki collapsed beside you, the sun was beginning to peak through the curtains. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat, saliva, and cum, your bodies entwined in a tangle of exhaustion.
âyou are a monster,â he whispered, kissing your forehead, his voice sounding completely wrecked. âmy beautiful, greedy little monster.â
you giggled, tracing patterns on his chest, âyou tired? what happened, dynamight? i thought you were the best of the best.â
âi am going to spend the rest of the day making sure you stay this exhausted if you keep talking like that.â
indulger!katsuki who is unexpectedly devoted to your physical comfort in the aftermath of your endless love making, turning into a protective heater that refuses to let you go.
after a particularly grueling session where he's left you spent and breathless, he doesn't just roll over and sleep. he carries you into the oversized marble shower, the water steaming and hot. âstop shivering, you idiot. i've got you.â
âitâs not like iâm doing it on purpose,â you retorted, splashing him on the face with water which earned you a glare.
katsuki washes you with a slow, methodical care, his large hands scrubbing your skin with a luxury soap he bought specifically because you liked the scent of vanilla and sandalwood. he doesn't yell now; his voice is a low, sleepy murmur. âyou're so damn small compared to me,â he mutters, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. âhow the hell do you fit all that greed into one person?â
âi'm not greedy,â you murmur, leaning back into his chest.
âyou're the greediest person i've ever met. and the worst part is, i can't stop giving you everything. you've got me wrapped around your finger, and you know it.â
he wraps you in a towel that's far too big for you, effectively swallowing you in plush fabric, and carries you back to bed, tucking you in as if you were something fragile that might break if he didn't hold you just right.
roommate!suna who steps behind you as you reach up on your tiptoes for a glass in the cabinet above your sink, placing his hands on either side of you and pressing his face into your neck. you freeze, slowly lowering, but as you do you feel himâhard and so warm, behind you, caging you in. he presses himself into you, his thin sweatpants allowing you to feel his cock rubbing against the plush swell of your ass.
youâre wearing an oversized t-shirtâhis, probably, and a pair of panties that have definitely seen better days, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât throbbing at the feeling of him pressed up behind you.
âs â suna?â you ask, voice a barely there whisper.
âhm?â he replies, rocking his hips a little.
the two of you had been sneaking glances at each other since the day you moved in together, but somehow youâd gone more than a year without crossing the invisible line drawn in the sand.
well, you had up until a week ago when youâd slipped into the bathroom while suna was showering. you had every intention of covering your eyes, only rushing into the bathroom to grab your eyelash curler, but when your gaze turned towards the shower door, your knees nearly buckled.
suna had one hand pressed on the glass, his head tilted back, dark hair stuck to his face, and his other hand wrapped around his thick cock.
dumbly, you just stared, the scene playing in front of you one youâd only dreamed about before. you were so focused on the way he gripped his cock that your grip on the eyelash curler slackened, the metal clattering to the floor.
suna opened his eyes but didn't stop stroking his cock as he stared at you from beyond the glass, his brown eyes now locked on yours while his brows furrowed the closer he got to tipping over the edge.
you thought about doing something, anything besides just standing there â maybe taking your top off and pinching your nipples, or sliding your shorts down your legs to show him the now obvious wet spot on the front of your panties. but you couldnât break free from whatever fucked up spell you were under.
you watched as he cums all over the shower door, his lips silently mouthing your name. heâs breathing hard after, his forehead tipping forward to press against the glass.
you blink, and suddenly the spell is broken. within seconds youâre quickly backing away, heading quickly back towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it.
but that was a week ago, and suna hadn't acted any differently with you since. so you had tried to forget that it happened, which pretty much proved to be impossible because every night for the past 7 days youâve laid in bed, fingers deep inside your pussy while you play back suna fucking his fist in the shower until you cum, hand covering your mouth to muffle his name which inevitably spills past your lips every single time.
âwhatâŠâ you trail off, a moan slipping past your lips when he slides his hands to your hips, fingers digging into your sides.
âI canât pretend I donât want you anymore,â he says by way of explanation, pressing a quick kiss to the spot behind your ear. you gasp, your ass involuntarily pressing back into him. âand I know you want me too.â
and itâs the truth â you do want him, in more ways than one.
youâre nodding before you even realize, your brain turning all syrupy when he spins you around and slowly starts to pull your panties down. before you even realize what heâs doing, heâs kneeling at your feet, his hand sliding along your calf to plant your leg over his shoulder.
you stare down at him, his eyes boring into your own with a heated stare.
âthis okay?â he murmurs, dark eyes flickering across your face to try to catch any sign of hesitation. you nod slowly, but he taps your ankle gently with his knuckles.
ânu-uh, baby, I want you to use your words,â he says softly, turning his head to the side to place a soft kiss to your calf.
you let out a small whimper, and the corner of his mouth tugs up a little.
âyeah,â you breathe, ââs okay.â
âgood,â he murmurs, and tugs you a little closer.
you lean back a little, the edge of the counter digging into your back, the bite of it the only thing keeping your sanity from slipping as the dark haired man at your feet starts to suck and bite up your legs, until he scoots forward a little and positions his mouth directly below your pussy. suna sits there for a few agonizing moments, his breath ghosting over the one place you want him the most, your body shuddering at the anticipation.
then he stretches up a little, noise bumping at your clit. you jolt, your hips tilting forward to meet his mouth as his tongue begins to lightly lap at you.
he moans, the sound vibrating through you, and begins to pick up his pace. without warning he takes your clit in his mouth and sucks, your hands flying to his hair as you tilt your head back and whine.
âsuna,â you gasp, fingers digging into his scalp.
he laughs, the sound causing goosebumps to rise over every area of your skin.
and then he begins feasting like a man starved.
he slips an arm behind your back, forcefully pushing your hips closer to him, your body nearly folded in half. he alternates between sucking your clit and tongue-fucking you, the varying pressure and movements causing a pleasurable ache to grow in your core.
ââm gonna cum,â you slur, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.
but suna halts all movements, and you feel a sharp sting on the inner corner of your thigh. âeyes on me baby,â he hums, and you obey, opening your eyes to look down into his dark ones. âgood,â he murmurs, and resumes.
within seconds, an orgasm is rippling through you, your walls fluttering against sunaâs tongue. he keeps going well after youâve finished, the aftershocks lasting far longer than usual. when it becomes too much, you push him away gently with your heel, gazing down at him with your chest heaving.
he gazes back up at you, his eyes sparkling and his lips and chin covered in your slick. you throb at the sight of yourself all over him, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips. âwhose bed? mine, or yours?â he asks, ââcuz Iâm far from done with you.â
the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of u, hitting that sweet spot over and over has ur eyes rolling to the back of ur head. âoh my god!â, u breathe out. he bends down to whisper in ur ear, âshhh baby. u canât be so loud.â âim sorryâ, u moan back. he looks down to see his cock disappear inside u, seeing how ur ass jiggles every time he fucks into u. ur laying on ur stomach with a pillow under ur hips, making u arch a littleâthe angle making him hit that sweet spot inside u every time. ur gripping the pillow ur head is on, muffling ur moans with itâor at least trying to.
ur parents are downstairs in the kitchen or the living room, u donât really know where they are, u just know u have to be quiet or else theyâre gonna come up here to see whatâs going on. eddie snuck into ur room through ur window, knowing he wasnât supposed to be here on a school nightâor any night for that matter. but he couldnât get u off of his mind and when he called u, ur voice just made him miss u more so he decided to come over and fuck u stupid.
âu feel so good baby. ur always so fucking wet for me.â u moan at his words, arching ur back more to tell him u want him to go faster. he gets the hint and moves his hips just a tad bit faster, not too much cause he doesnât want u to get loud. u feel urself getting close, ur toes curling and ur moans getting more rapid. but it wasnât enoughâu needed more. âoh eddie!â âwhat is it baby hmm?â, he groans, putting a hand on ur lower back to push u down. u breathe out a moan, reaching ur hand to the one on ur back and bringing it to ur wet pussy. âoh yeah? thatâs what u want?â, he smirks and lets out a little laugh. u whimper into the pillow, nodding ur head at him.
he brings his middle and ring finger to ur clit, rubbing it in fast circles. u gasp loudly, white knuckling the pillow ur on. âi know baby i know.â he groans as u clench on his dick, fucking harder into u and biting his bottom lip to not be so loud. the tingling feeling in ur stomach becomes more and more until it just snaps, âiâm cumming!â, u moan into the pillow, hoping they donât hear u downstairs. eddie hisses and groans as he keeps fucking u, the tingling feeling coming to him just the same, âholy shit.â he bends down and puts his arm under ur waist and bringing ur body closer. he moans into ur hair as he comes, his hips slowly coming to a stop.
ur both breathing heavily, his body laying on urs, both feeling weak. âholy fuck.â, he breathes out, kissing ur shoulder a couple of times then pulling out to lay next to u. u roll over so ur on ur back, still catching ur breath. âcan i stay the night?â he asks smiling as he already knows the answer. âyeah if u want my dad to kill u in the morning.â he laughs and scoots closer to kiss u, âitâll be worth it.â
Omg lovemaking with osamu or semi right. Itâs yâallâs first time together and heâs so gentle and tender w you until you get him to snap. Bonus points if he teases youđ€€đ€€đ€€
my beloved q, you are so so so right...now imagine this
minors DNI, reader first time, oral f!receiving, like two second handjob, p in v, missionary, creampie
a/n: my first time writing something like this, i will try to learn and grow but i hope you osamu lovers enjoy
osamu miya is the more sensible twinâŠmost of the time. when heâs not arguing with atsumu, everything he does is measured. methodical. he knows just how much rice to put into an onigiri to make it delicious, and he knows just how much to fluster you to turn you into a mess.
osamu hovers on top of you, the solid expanse of his chest hot to the touch. his calloused fingers skim down your shoulders, as if to worship the softness of your skin.
"yer first time?" he mumbles gently, kissing the shell of your ear with a reverence you didn't know was possible. "i promise i'll make this good for ya.' yer safe with me."
the best thing you can do is nod as he moves to gently move the strap of your bra aside, his lips trailing the sensitive skin of your shoulders. he trails his lips slowly, oh so slowly up to your neck, brushing your pulse enough to make you shiver. his free hand moved to your thigh, rubbing circles into the soft skin.
you'd done nothing and you were already shaking.ïżŒ
"i wanna try somethin' you might like," osamu smirked against your skin, finger coming up to touch your chest over the lace. "can i?"
"yes," you shiver out. osamu's hands move gently to the waistband of your shorts, waiting for your nod before tugging them down. he nearly groans at the sight of your panties, already soaked without him touching you.
he intended to give you a night to remember.
osamu left open mouthed kisses, hot and slow against your stomach, tracing a heart onto your thigh with his tongue and sucking at the soft skin. he could feel your legs shake around him, feeling your hands knot gently in his hair.
"samu," you whispered almost breathlessly, "what are youâ?"
"trust me," he smiled, tugging down your underwear and throwing it across the room. you were entirely bare now, face heating up over how exposed you were.
osamu however, knew he was in paradise. his kisses slowly inched up your thighs, closer and closer untilâ
the first lick of his tongue was nothing short of heavenly. you shuddered out a gasp of his name, fingers tangling into his hair as he dragged you closer to his mouth by the hips. you trembled, hips arching into the warmth of his mouth, which was at this moment, treating you like a five star dessert.
"samu," you shuddered out, gasping again and letting out moans that were beyond anything you'd ever been able to do to yourself.
the pleasure was practically endless, your vision blurring and the knot in your core tightening and tightening until you practically melted all over his tongue.
osamu smirked against your thigh, licking a gentle stripe before coming up to kiss you again. you could taste yourself on his lips and couldn't even care less. you wanted more of it. more of him.
"god, yer so pretty when you cum? ya' know that?" he whispers, his breath raspier. "how do ya' expect me to last when you sound like that?"
"samu," you say, looking into his beautiful eyes, dark with lust at the moment. "samu i want you inside."
his brows rose, preparing to protest before you gently skimmed the waistband of his boxers, moving to tug them off. every part of osamu miya was perfect.
you reached for him gently, stroking him with a feather-light touch that had him pressing into your palm, his breath shuddering as you gently moved your hand up and down the shaft.
"god," he cursed, gritting his teeth, "baby i can't."
you smiled, moving to tug him into a kiss. his tongue swiped across the seam of your lips, finding yours while he gently spread your thighs apart. his fingers traced gently at your inner thighs, your legs trembling against his palms before he finally moved between them.
"i'll go slow," he mumbled against your lips, a hand moving to interlace with yours. "tell me if anythin' hurts at all. okay? i promise i'll try to be gentle."
"i'll tell you," you exhale, feeling the gentle stretch of him as he slid in. you've never felt this before, never felt so loved while osamu's hands tightened against yours.
"fuck." he groaned. "fuck you're so tight." he seated himself a little deeper, kissing your forehead when you winced.
"are you okay?" he asked. you nodded.
"you can move."
he did, gently moving deeper and stopping until he was finally buried up to the hilt. you'd never felt this full before â nothing your fingers or vibrator could ever do would ever compare to this.
samu's eyes were shut, his breaths shaky. "god yer just suckin' me in." he nearly whimpered, "i'll go when yer ready."
"you can move," you mumble, looking up into his eyes. "i love you."
"i love ya' so much," he said, pulling out his hips and thrusting into you and ohâoh godâ you finally understood why people were so obsessed with this. the pleasure sparked hot and insistent in your core, and samu seemed more wrecked than you'd ever seen him.
he shivered as he thrust back in, your gentle gasp sending a moan of his own into your ear.
"yer so...." he gasped out, drawing back his hips to plunge into you again. "fuck, you feel so good."
"samu," you whimpered, arching your hips up to meet him. each drag of him against your walls had pleasure sparking behind your eyes. "please. more. more."
"don't say that," he gritted out, "don't say that." his hips snapped into yours harder, a moan bursting from your lips. samu's eyes widened, his fingers tightening ever so slightly against your interlaced fingers.
"fuck," he cursed, snapping into you harder yet again, only to hear a broken sigh of his name tumble from your lips. "fuck. i love ya'. i love ya' so much."
the sweet osamu miya of your dreams was suddenly replaced by a man who wanted nothing more than to make you cry out his name. he drove into you in steady thrusts, hands reaching to your clit to rub gentle circles while his mouth sucked eagerly at your neck. he tilted your hips upward enough to thrust at a part of you you didn't even know exist, groaning when you moaned his name desperately.
you could feel yourself approaching the edge, clenching around him tight enough for his hips to stutter against your own.
"samu," you whimpered, "samu i'm so close."
"come with me," he groaned, "yer so good for me. so perfect. yer' all mine. come."
you could feel yourself slipping, each thrust bringing you closer and closer until you felt yourself yelp his name.
you'd never felt a release like this before, clenching down around him while he groaned into you, spilling warm and hot into your walls. you whimpered at the feel of him, his grip tight around your waist.
you both shuddered, giggling when you both came down.
"how was that?" he smiled, kissing your forehead. "yer a drug. i don't know how i'm going to resist ya',"
"perfect," you smiled. "so what is that thing... aftercare?"
osamu shook his head amusedly. "we can take a shower, and then i make ya' food. how does that sound?â
"just right," you smile, giggling when osamu leans down to kiss your nose.
roommate!suna who steps behind you as you reach up on your tiptoes for a glass in the cabinet above your sink, placing his hands on either side of you and pressing his face into your neck. you freeze, slowly lowering, but as you do you feel himâhard and so warm, behind you, caging you in. he presses himself into you, his thin sweatpants allowing you to feel his cock rubbing against the plush swell of your ass.
youâre wearing an oversized t-shirtâhis, probably, and a pair of panties that have definitely seen better days, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât throbbing at the feeling of him pressed up behind you.
âs â suna?â you ask, voice a barely there whisper.
âhm?â he replies, rocking his hips a little.
the two of you had been sneaking glances at each other since the day you moved in together, but somehow youâd gone more than a year without crossing the invisible line drawn in the sand.
well, you had up until a week ago when youâd slipped into the bathroom while suna was showering. you had every intention of covering your eyes, only rushing into the bathroom to grab your eyelash curler, but when your gaze turned towards the shower door, your knees nearly buckled.
suna had one hand pressed on the glass, his head tilted back, dark hair stuck to his face, and his other hand wrapped around his thick cock.
dumbly, you just stared, the scene playing in front of you one youâd only dreamed about before. you were so focused on the way he gripped his cock that your grip on the eyelash curler slackened, the metal clattering to the floor.
suna opened his eyes but didn't stop stroking his cock as he stared at you from beyond the glass, his brown eyes now locked on yours while his brows furrowed the closer he got to tipping over the edge.
you thought about doing something, anything besides just standing there â maybe taking your top off and pinching your nipples, or sliding your shorts down your legs to show him the now obvious wet spot on the front of your panties. but you couldnât break free from whatever fucked up spell you were under.
you watched as he cums all over the shower door, his lips silently mouthing your name. heâs breathing hard after, his forehead tipping forward to press against the glass.
you blink, and suddenly the spell is broken. within seconds youâre quickly backing away, heading quickly back towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it.
but that was a week ago, and suna hadn't acted any differently with you since. so you had tried to forget that it happened, which pretty much proved to be impossible because every night for the past 7 days youâve laid in bed, fingers deep inside your pussy while you play back suna fucking his fist in the shower until you cum, hand covering your mouth to muffle his name which inevitably spills past your lips every single time.
âwhatâŠâ you trail off, a moan slipping past your lips when he slides his hands to your hips, fingers digging into your sides.
âI canât pretend I donât want you anymore,â he says by way of explanation, pressing a quick kiss to the spot behind your ear. you gasp, your ass involuntarily pressing back into him. âand I know you want me too.â
and itâs the truth â you do want him, in more ways than one.
youâre nodding before you even realize, your brain turning all syrupy when he spins you around and slowly starts to pull your panties down. before you even realize what heâs doing, heâs kneeling at your feet, his hand sliding along your calf to plant your leg over his shoulder.
you stare down at him, his eyes boring into your own with a heated stare.
âthis okay?â he murmurs, dark eyes flickering across your face to try to catch any sign of hesitation. you nod slowly, but he taps your ankle gently with his knuckles.
ânu-uh, baby, I want you to use your words,â he says softly, turning his head to the side to place a soft kiss to your calf.
you let out a small whimper, and the corner of his mouth tugs up a little.
âyeah,â you breathe, ââs okay.â
âgood,â he murmurs, and tugs you a little closer.
you lean back a little, the edge of the counter digging into your back, the bite of it the only thing keeping your sanity from slipping as the dark haired man at your feet starts to suck and bite up your legs, until he scoots forward a little and positions his mouth directly below your pussy. suna sits there for a few agonizing moments, his breath ghosting over the one place you want him the most, your body shuddering at the anticipation.
then he stretches up a little, noise bumping at your clit. you jolt, your hips tilting forward to meet his mouth as his tongue begins to lightly lap at you.
he moans, the sound vibrating through you, and begins to pick up his pace. without warning he takes your clit in his mouth and sucks, your hands flying to his hair as you tilt your head back and whine.
âsuna,â you gasp, fingers digging into his scalp.
he laughs, the sound causing goosebumps to rise over every area of your skin.
and then he begins feasting like a man starved.
he slips an arm behind your back, forcefully pushing your hips closer to him, your body nearly folded in half. he alternates between sucking your clit and tongue-fucking you, the varying pressure and movements causing a pleasurable ache to grow in your core.
ââm gonna cum,â you slur, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.
but suna halts all movements, and you feel a sharp sting on the inner corner of your thigh. âeyes on me baby,â he hums, and you obey, opening your eyes to look down into his dark ones. âgood,â he murmurs, and resumes.
within seconds, an orgasm is rippling through you, your walls fluttering against sunaâs tongue. he keeps going well after youâve finished, the aftershocks lasting far longer than usual. when it becomes too much, you push him away gently with your heel, gazing down at him with your chest heaving.
he gazes back up at you, his eyes sparkling and his lips and chin covered in your slick. you throb at the sight of yourself all over him, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips. âwhose bed? mine, or yours?â he asks, ââcuz Iâm far from done with you.â
It's hard not to notice how Iwaizumi gets flustered when Mattsun brings up cock warming. You have to know what he's thinking about.
HAJIME IWAIZUMI X FEM!READER | roommates to lovers, smut (mdni), cock warming, fingering, piv, light choking, creampie, praise, casual hookups, 3.8k words. | Read on A03.
"Have you ever tried it?"
Iwaizumi glances up. You're lounging on the couch, wearing your favourite sleep set. The one he secretly hates, because the straps have a tendency to slide off your shoulders when you're unaware.
"Tried what?"
Your lips curl into a grin. Mattsun and Makki left less than ten minutes ago, and you're already smiling like you're up to no good. Sometimes Iwaizumi secretly wishes you had a third roommate. Maybe that would create some needed space, maybe it could soothe some of the electric tension between you. He's not sure he understands the inexplicable change between you that's been growing these last couple of months, but he doesn't want to ruin your friendship.
And at the end of the day, he knows he doesn't actually want a third roommate. He likes that he's the one who gets to see you sleepy and slow in the morning, cranky in the evening. That he gets to cook you meals when you're too tired to do it yourself. He doesn't want to share any of it.
"You know," you say, grin turning wicked. Iwaizumi rakes his brain, trying to figure out what you're talking about. He runs through the things you talked about, Mattsun and the funeral home, Makki being unemployed and broke, Oikawa's game last week, something about your shitty ex-boyfriendâ
Oh.
The new girl Mattsun has been hooking up with.
"Cock warming," you say, giggling. Like you're reading his mind, realising exactly what he's thinking right now. He knows you saw. Saw the way his cheeks grew flushed at the conversation. Saw the way he avoided eye contact, while Makki was too distracted with teasing Mattsun.
"There's no way it can be that good," he'd said. Mattsun had leaned back against the couch and smiled lazily, the way he always does, the way Iwaizumi knows makes girls fawn over him.
Iwaizumi hadn't added anything to the conversation, hoping to stay clear of any suspicion. Apparently, that wasn't enough, because when he'd looked at you, you were already looking back. Smiling, in that way that meant your mind was going a thousand miles per hour. Planning. Scheming.
Your tiny tank top slipping off your shoulder all the while.
"Hajiii," you sing-song. His eyes dart towards his bedroom, hoping to escape, and you notice, your eyes narrowing at him. "C'mere,"
You pat the spot next to you on the couch as you sit up. He obliges, because what else can he do? When you're sitting there, hair slightly dishevelled from when Makki ruffled it on his way out, looking so, so sweet.
"Wanna try it?"
Your voice is syrupy sweet, dripping honey and temptation. You're halfway crawling into his lap, one of your hands placed on his thigh. Iwaizumi swallows.
"We shouldn't," he says, and it makes you pout, pushing further. You lean in, and he can smell your perfume now, something sweet and flowery.
You're always flirting with him, but this. This is something different, something heavier. There's no deniable plausibility here, no light teasing.
Iwaizumi will admit that he's always secretly basked in the affection you'd reward him. He's used to girls fawning over Oikawa, or making out with Mattsun at parties, or going on dates with Makki. But you. You've always danced around him, making him feel special. Lightheaded.
"Hajime," you pout, drawing him out of his thoughts. "Why not?"
He swallows again, throat feeling dry. Why not?
You're fully straddling him now, sinking into his lap.
Why not?
Wrapping your arms around your neck, you're looking down at him, still smiling.
"Have you ever tried it?" you whisper, while you play with the hairs at the back of his neck. Poor Iwaizumi has to hold back a groan as he closes his eyes.
"No."
"Do you wanna?"
You know you're being bold. But you've been holding back for so long. Who can blame you for finally breaking when you've been watching him squirm around all night?
"It could be fun. We could put on a movie or something," you say, and you grind your hips into his experimentally. Your grin widens when you feel that he's already half hard. His hands fly to your hips, holding you still as he takes a deep breath.
You can see the turmoil in his brown eyes, feel the storm rising in him.
"Okay," he says, releasing your hips.
The look on your face is victorious, and you move your hands down, squeezing his shoulders in excitement.
"I pick the movie," he manages to bite out, and you nod eagerly, hands flying down to the waistband of his shorts.
"Sure, Haji, whatever you want," you murmur, focused on the new objective at hand. Iwaizumi grabs your hands, placing them behind your back. You look down at him, frowning. Finally gaining some footing, Iwaizumi tuts at you, shaking his head.
"Let me pick a movie first," he murmurs. He keeps your hands where they are, with one big hand on your wrists, while he leans over you, grabbing the TV remote off the coffee table. He leans back on the couch again, casually opening Netflix. You stare, dumbly, waiting for the next instruction.
The thing you've always liked about Iwaizumi is that he doesn't let you get away with any of your antics. With Oikawa, it's a constant game of who'll back down first, of who can get away with the most. Mattsun is largely unaffected apart from the times when he'll tag along to help you torment the others. Makki is so easy to tease that it's not even funny.
When it comes to Iwaizumi, he's steady. It's always annoyed you a bit. When he's with Oikawa, it's like it's second nature for him to get riled up. But as soon as it comes to you, he's like a rock. He never lets your antics reach him. Not even the outrageous sleep sets you'll wear or the innocent cuddling when you're having sleepovers.
It's fun.
But now that he's finally given in, you don't know what to do.
"Go grab your blanket," Iwaizumi murmurs into your ear. It takes a few seconds before you spring into action, shuffling towards your bedroom. You quickly grab it, before checking yourself in your mirror before you head back to the living room.
Your face feels hot, and you fix your hair.
This is Hajime. Your Hajime. The guy you've known since you were fifteen, the guy who used to buy you sodas from the vending machine before class and save you from Oikawa's relentless teasing all the time. The guy you moved in with three years ago when you moved to Tokyo.
Because it's cheaper. And easier. And it's nice to have a friend in the apartment, to rant to and cook dinner with.
The guy you've been flirting with for as long as you can remember. Under the guise that it's friendly. And fun. And that there's definitely nothing more to it.
"Did you fall in there?"
"No!"
You pad back into the living room, blanket wrapped around you. Iwaizumi has already picked a movie. You think it's a comedy, judging by the look of it. He raises a brow at you, and you smile as you make your way back to the couch.
"Hi," you say, and he smiles back, patting his thigh.
"C'mere," he says, echoing your own words from earlier, and you oblige instantly, this time settling with your back against his chest. He lets you get comfortable, and you pull the blanket over you. The movie is already starting, but you're not paying attention.
Not when Iwaizumi smells so good.
"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" he asks, and one of his hands finds your hip underneath the blanket, making soothing circles with his thumb.
"I'm not nervous," you protest, and you feel him chuckle beneath you, clearly not believing you.
"Right."
A beat.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
He's giving you an out. A last chance to take it back, to not change your friendship into whatever this is. But even then, you know this has been a long time coming. You'd be an idiot to try to stop it.
"No, I want to," you say.
"We can just watch the movie."
"Hajime."
There's a warning in your tone, telling him not to worry anymore. You feel him relaxing, finally, and he grunts, settling into the couch at last. His hand not on your hip roams your side, before he settles on your tit, squeezing your soft skin.
"Okay, baby."
He flicks your nipple through the fabric of your top, and you gasp, squirming. You feel the bulge beneath your ass, and it makes you a little dizzy to know you have this effect on him.
You try to focus on the movie. A girl is screaming at her roommate, throwing things at her. There's a weird-looking dog. Iwaizumi's hand on your hip dips underneath the waistband of your shorts.
"Proper stretching is important," he says, cupping your pussy over your panties. "To prevent injury."
It makes you giggle, the way he speaks like you're one of his athletes. He keeps playing with your nipple while he thumbs your clit with his other hand, applying dull stimulation. You gasp softly, spreading your legs to give him more access.
You don't need to look behind you to know he's smiling. Especially when he dips his fingers into your underwear, stroking your folds and finding you soaking already. He spreads your arousal over your folds, still not giving you any real relief.
The roommates are in their principal's office. She's telling some other story, something about a real nightmare roomie.
"Did you seriously pick a movie about bad roommates?" you ask, and Iwaizumi presses his lips to your throat, planting a wet kiss there.
"It seemed appropriate."
"Excuse me, I am not a bad roomâ Oh,"
You're interrupted when he presses a finger inside you, testing the waters. When you melt into his embrace, he adds another finger, slowly working you open. It's easy when you're already so aroused, feeling like you've been ready ever since you saw his reaction to your friends discussing cock warming hours ago.
"You sure?"
"Uh-huh," you answer, too distracted to form proper words. He curls his fingers, and your mouth falls open in a quiet moan.
"Not even when you wear these shirts," He pulls your shirt down, as if making a point, exposing your tits to the cold air of your living room. "Constantly one bad move away from flashing me?"
"I'd say that's just philanthropy,"
He laughs, surprised. Moving your hair to the side, he kisses your throat again.
The main character in the movie is at a summer camp now. Desperately trying to make friends and failing.
Iwaizumi adds a third finger, and you squirm, getting used to the pressure. He palms your clit to help you, and you bite your lip. Even through your shorts and the blanket, you can hear the sounds of how wet you are, as he keeps a steady pace.
"Hajime," you gasp, feeling your orgasm already building. Iwaizumi seems to feel it too, with the way your warm walls flutter around his fingers. He removes his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his mouth and tasting. He hums at the taste.
You watch over your shoulder, mouth agape. He grins, though his cheeks are flushed, betraying his otherwise calm demeanour. He plays with the waistband of your shorts.
"Take these off."
With his help, you shimmy off both your shorts and underwear, leaving you wearing nothing but a tank top and your fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi guides you forward with a hand on your back, so he can pull his cock out of his pants with the other.
You go to look over your shoulder, wanting to see, but he grabs your chin and points you towards the TV instead. The girl in the movie has made a friend now, and they're rooming together.
You hear the slick sounds of him stroking his cock, and then he taps your ass. With a pout, you straddle his legs properly and sit up so he can position himself at your entrance.
He slowly guides you back on his cock, and you whine at the stretch, still watching the movie, despite being unsure what the plot even is. The girl is angry because her roomie is messy, you're pretty sure. Your vision swims, and you find it hard to focus on anything at all.
"Ease up, baby," Iwaizumi bites out, and you try your best to relax as you sink down further.
Iwaizumi is big. Big and thick, and when your ass finally meets the back of his thighs again, it feels like he's in your throat. He makes you lean back, and you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. He holds you tight by your hips, keeping your squirming to a minimum as you get used to the intrusion.
Finally, you feel like your pussy is getting used to the fullness, and you relax slightly, leaning entirely on his chest. He rubs soothing circles in your hips, resting his head on your shoulder.
"Good girl,"
He laughs when you clench, as he wraps his arms around you. You feel dizzy, warm all over. A light sweat is starting to form on your forehead, and you grip his arm.
The girls in the movie are at a party, all of them wearing a white top and a pair of jeans. Iwaizumi laughs into your ear, deep and warm.
"They look just like one of Mattsun's girlfriends," he states, and you slap his arm.
"Don't talk about Mattsun's girls when your dick is inside of me," you bite back, and he presses down on your stomach in response, making you moan out.
"You have Mattsun's girl to thank for this, don't you?" he teases, and you roll your eyes. When you don't say anything back, he hums, and you both settle into a comfortable silence.
It lasts about five minutes.
The main character is talking a guy, who you think might be her love interest, in a kitchen.
You can't focus.
It's too hard. It feels like all of your nerve endings are on fire, your pussy growing more and more sensitive with each agonising minute that passes.
You want him to move. To fuck you.
Iwaizumi has the patience of a saint. Maybe it's from the years of diligent volleyball practice every day after school, maybe it's from constantly keeping your three other best friends behaviour in check.
Whatever it is, it's certainly going to be your downfall.
He keeps you still in his lap, the only torturous friction you get being when he laughs at the movie. The movie that's really not that funny.
"Haji," you ask, with trembling lips.
When he doesn't reply, you squirm. That makes him take a deep breath, and he squeezes you in warning when you clench down on him.
"It's too much," you complain. Your mind is swimming, eyes going glassy. The only thing you can think about is getting fucked.
Preferably hard.
"You're being so good," he replies. He rocks into you slightly, making you whine. "You can keep being nice for me, right?"
"No," you say, shaking your head.
"This was your idea." Iwaizumi chuckles. His breath feels hot on your throat, only making your mind even fuzzier.
"I changed my mind."
"We can stop if you want to."
The hands on your hips start to push you away.
"No, please, no, no, no,â" you panic, digging your hands into his thighs as you lean back in his lap. The slight friction makes you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.
"But you changed your mind?" he asks. His voice is teasing, but there's a slight strain there.
Looking over your shoulder, you meet his gaze, batting your eyelashes the way that always works with Makki when you want to steal his snacks. Iwaizumi smiles, taking in the pout on your lips, the pretty way your brows furrow.
You look so cute.
So cute, he wants to squeeze you.
"Hajime,"
There's a lilt to your voice, a saccharine sweetness. The one Iwaizumi has always had a weakness for, even if you don't notice it yourself.
"Yeah?" he breathes. He nods, and you nod along, mirroring him.
"We could do something else instead," you say. He feels you clench down again. Your pussy is so hot and wet, it makes him groan. He thinks he'd do anything you asked of him right now.
The movie is long forgotten now. You're unsure if the roommates are still even friends at this point.
"What do you wanna do?" he asks, and when you lean down to kiss him, he moans, leaning into the kiss. He grabs your chin, angling you so he can kiss you better, moaning into your mouth.
The angle is slightly uncomfortable, and you pull away with a pout, like it's somehow Iwaizumi's fault. He groans, head falling back, when you sit up, his cock leaving your warmth with a slick sound.
You turn around so you're facing him, promptly sitting down in his lap again. It makes you both moan again when he reenters your slick heat. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the short locks.
"How are you gonna watch the movie now?" Iwaizumi smiles, taking you in. He must admit, it's better this way. When he can see your every expression, the way you're panting slightly. His gaze drops down to where you're connected. The sight makes his jaw slack, and he can't help but bring his thumb down to your clit, circling the bud slowly.
"I'm watching something more fun."
Your voice is whiny, but you're smiling. You grind your hips into his hand, and he feels you clench when the tip of his cock hits somewhere deep inside you.
"Is that so?"
"You're very handsome, Hajime,"
"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Iwaizumi says, breathless. You're gathering speed now, but you're still just grinding against him. It's a sweet kinda torture, the way he can feel your pussy pulsing around him, yet you're barely moving.
"That's not true," you object. You kiss him again, only a peck, letting him chase you. "I tell you nice things all the time."
"You question my patience all the time," he responds. He tangles his hand in your hair, holding you still as he ghosts his lips over yours. Your breaths mingle, and you moan into his mouth.
"Like right now, you mean?" you ask, and he nods, before he kisses you again. Firmly.
It's nice. It's nice to run your fingers through his hair and hear his little groans when you tuck hard enough. It's nice how warm and big his hand is on the back of your head. It's nice to feel the firm and steady pulse of his cock inside of you, lighting up all your sensitive nerve endings.
Iwaizumi is nice.
He's more than nice, but your head feels empty, unable to find another word, filled with nothing but the feeling of Iwaizumi's tongue against your own, as he kisses you silly.
"Fuck me, Haji," you whisper when he pulls away for air, and he chuckles, shaking his head.
"You're the one who wanted to change activities," he replies. "You do it,"
He leans back and pats your thighs. You glare.
"I'm the one who suggested movie night in the first place."
Iwaizumi raises a brow at you.
"Movie night?" he teases. You nod, attempting to be the picture perfect of innocence. "This is your version of movie night?"
He motions to where he's still buried inside of you. Where you're dripping, staining his joggers. Hopefully, you haven't stained the couch. Yet.
"Yes."
"Well, I picked the movie. So it's your turn to pick something now"
Something akin to determination washes over your expression. You put your hands on his chest, and slowly you start going up and down. You moan in unison, and your brow pinches as you start to ride him.
The slick sound fills your living room, and you pant, your thighs already beginning to burn. Iwaizumi notices. Because of course he does.
"Your form isâ"
"Do not comment on my form," you cut him off, digging your nails into his chest.
"I was gonna tell you it's good." His eyes drop down to your tits, and the smug look on his face is worse than any comment. It only fuels your fire. You ignore the ache, doubling down as you start to ride him harder. You move your hands up, wrapping them around his neck. You don't press, just keep them there, and his jaw falls slack, eyes going lidded.
"Fuck," he says, nodding. He puts his hand over one of yours, and he moans when you press down lightly on his throat. You feel him twitch inside you, and it makes you smile.
"Haji, you gonna come, ah, just from me choking you?" you tease and, he laughs, voice soft, like he's out of breath.
"I'm gonna come from how good you look bouncing on my cock like that," he replies, without missing a beat, and the admission makes you falter. He whines when your knee slips, and before you can think, his hands are on your hips, guiding you up and down.
He does it like it's nothing, muscles tensing deliciously with each push and pull. You collapse onto his chest, moving your hands to his shoulders. He doesn't seem to take notice, too focused on the way you're clenching around his cock.
It doesn't take long for you to feel your orgasm start to build like that, not when he's hitting all the right spots, while telling you how pretty you look taking him. You barely get to warn him before it creeps up on you, making your toes curl as warm pleasure burns through you.
He moans, voice turning pitchy as he follows right after you, pulling you flush against him as he finishes inside, filling your cunt to the brim. It makes you whimper, and you rest your head on his chest. Your eyelids feel heavy as you both take a few minutes to collect yourselves. You listen to the way Iwaizumi's heartbeat slows as he comes down.
He runs his hands up and down your back, occasionally pressing into sore spots.
"You have a muscle knot here," he eventually says, pressing into a spot right between your shoulder blades. You yelp, twitching in his lap. Cum spills out from your sore pussy, dripping down his balls. "Are you doing the exercises I taught you?"
"Hajime!" you scold, getting off his lap. You grab your panties from somewhere on the floor, putting them on and stomping towards your room. Iwaizumi watches the way the insides of your thighs glisten with his cum.
"I was just asking," he says, putting his still half-hard cock back in his pants as he follows you. "Also, you should really go peeâ"
a/n: some vampire!kiri thoughts ft vampire!katsuki bc im krbk slop
âË⥠he loves to feed on you while youâre sitting on his lap, the way you squirm and hump against him when his teeth sink into your soft skin leaves him wanting everything from you
âË⥠has you marked pretty thoroughly around your neck so others know that youâre his
âË⥠kisses you til your drunk on his lips when heâs done feeding on you and lays you back so delicately in bed while peppering your face with kisses and when you wake up he has plenty of snacks and drinks to feed you
âË⥠always asks permission to feed on you before he does
âË⥠thought he ascended the first time he fed on you while he was buried inside you, the way you clamped down around him and moaned so so pretty for him while he sucked your neck
âË⥠eats you out on your period and has it marked on the calendar and everything - loves how sensitive you are and how good you taste and he loves to help you out cus âcumming helps the cramps, babe.â he looks up at you with a red chin
âË⥠fucks you when heâs feeling possessive but def more the love making type beat where he wants to take eternity with you
âË⥠hears how fast your heart starts beating when katsuki is around and he watches you curiously
âË⥠he kisses your neck in front of him, tilting your chin so katsuki can see the full column of your throat, tracing his thumb over his bite mark
âdo you want him to taste you?â kiri whispers.
âboth.â youâre already trembling at the thought.
âboth?â you can hear his grin. âwhat do you think katsuki? wanna taste?â
âË⥠they have you laid out on a mountain of pillows while they both attach to your neck, making you arch off the bed with each stroke of their tongue
âË⥠theyâre hands wander all over you, meeting between your thighs and youâre too worked up to know whose hand is whose before youâre cumming after a minute
âË⥠you fall asleep and when you wake up only kiri is still there, cooing about how good of a job you did and how he loves you so much and how youâre so good for him and his friend, asking if you want katsuki to come more often
âË⥠from then on katsuki joining the both of you is normal, slowly making his way into your relationship and leaving a twin mark of his own on the other side of your neck
follow up to bakugo with a girl who loves tanning...
katsuki bakugo, who loves when you walk out to the pool area in your bathing suit and a shirt of his that hangs off your shoulder and goes down to your mid-thigh.
katsuki bakugo, who hates shopping but loves watching you model the new bathing suits, even adding extra ones to your cart when your not looking just because.
katsuki bakugo, who doesn't think you look better than when you're laying on your back, sunglasses on your face, slightly sweaty and sweet smelling from your tanning oil.
katsuki bakugo, who gets upset every time you two have friends over because kirishima and denki make fun of him for ogling you consistently.
katsuki bakugo, who hires a gardener to plant vines to cover his fence, effectively blocking off any view people could get from outside the fence line.
katsuki bakugo, who will grumble before handing you his card for your online order, secretly happy you're using his money for the clothes he's just going to tear off you.
katsuki bakugo, who gets jealous when he sees someone eyeing you a little too much.
katsuki bakugokatsuki bakugo, who doesn't care if it's his or your friend, neighbor, or a stranger. if he's jealous he's spinning you to face him and pulling you into a deep kiss infront of whoever makes him jealous.
katsuki bakugo, who practically pounces on you the second you two close the front door to your guys' house.
katsuki bakugo, who bridal style carries you to the bedroom, gently laying you down before crawling on top of you and pulling you into a deep kiss as he feels every inch of your skin.
katsuki bakugo, who plays with you for hours, ignoring the increasingly harder boner he has to finger you for hours, murmuring "who's the only one who can make you feel like this?" while marking your neck.
katsuki bakugo, who only thinks about sinking his cock deep inside of you once you've cum enough times to make you jolt at a feathery touch.
katsuki bakugo, who empties load and load inside of you until you're only able to moan incoherent words and his name by the end.
katsuki bakugo, who's surprisingly good at aftercare, always cleaning you off nicely and bringing you water and prepping ice packs in the freezer.
katsuki bakugo, who ends the night holding you close and running your hair inbetween his fingers, kissing the top of your head before letting himself drift off.
i'm going camping for a few days and i was planning on doing the dad!shoto with his kids before then.... but i am so stuck on it so its going to take a bit...
also my friend @just-a-little-guy777 posted his first poem!! please like and share because he worked hard on this.
⥠synopsis :: The bakery has been closed for hours, but Kuroo has never been one to follow the rules. Striding past the locked doors with his tie already pulled loose and his dark hair unraveled, he doesn't care about the fresh pastries cooling on the racks. Heâs completely intoxicated by the scent of sugar and strawberry glaze clinging to your skin. Trapping you against the flour-dusted kitchen counter, his possessive edge takes over, turning the pristine bakery into a den of breathless, sticky heat where he plans to devour every single inch of his favorite treat.
The hum of the industrial refrigerators is the only sound cutting through the darkened, quiet expanse of the bakery kitchen.
The front lobby is entirely pitch black, save for the faint, bleeding pink glow of the neon open sign that youâve just switched off, casting long, stylized shadows across the pristine tile floors and the empty glass display cases. The air back here still smells heavy and intoxicatingly sweetâa thick blend of baked vanilla, spun sugar, and fresh strawberry glaze clinging to the flour-dusted surfaces and the fabric of your apron.
âYou are just wiping down the main prep area when the sharp, distinct click of the back door lock echoes through the room.
âYou freeze, your heart jumping into your throat, but the sudden wave of panic vanishes the moment a tall, broad silhouette steps out of the shadows.
Tetsurou.
âHe looks completely, devastatingly wrecked.
His dark, messy hair is unraveled, falling haphazardly across his eyes in a way that looks entirely unpolished and fiercely dangerous. His black suit jacket is gone, his dark tie pulled so loose it hangs limply around his neck, and the top three buttons of his white dress shirt are completely undone, exposing a stark, sweat-slicked view of his collarbones and the sharp, defined planes of his chest. He looks like a man who has just survived a brutal, exhausting day of corporate warfareâand he looks entirely desperate for a distraction.
âHis dark eyes, completely blown out and heavy-lidded, instantly lock onto you through the dim pink light. He doesn't say a single word. He just steps forward, his heavy dress shoes clicking sharply against the tile, his posture radiating a possessive, unyielding gravity that commands the entire room.
â"Tetsurou?" you breathe out, your voice a soft, echoing whisper in the quiet kitchen. "Weâre closed. You canât justâ"
â"I don't give a fuck," he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rolls over your skin like a physical touch. "I need you. Right now."
âBefore you can even set down the washcloth, Kuroo closes the remaining distance between you in a single, predatory stride. His large, hot hands fly to your waist, his long fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of your hips with a fierce, branding heat. With a sudden, breathless lurch, he shoves you backward, driving your body across the floor until your lower back slams directly into the edge of the large, industrial stainless steel counter.
âThe contrast is immediate and shocking.
The cold, rigid steel bites mercilessly through your clothes, making you let out a sharp, gasping gasp into the empty room.
But you have absolutely no time to process the chill, because Kuroo immediately crowds your space, pinning you flat against the metal with the heavy, burning expanse of his torso. He traps you entirely between his broad shoulders and the counter, his lower belly pressing a hard, heavy ridge directly against your thighs.
â"You smell so fucking sweet," he growls against your skin, his chest heaving as he buries his face directly into the crook of your neck. He inhales sharply, drinking in the scent of vanilla and your natural warmth, his body trembling slightly from the sheer force of the desperation rolling off him. "Itâs driving me crazy. I've been thinking about this all day."
âHe begins a relentless assault of heavy petting, his large palms moving frantically over your body as if heâs trying to map out every single curve through your clothes. His hands drag up from your hips, sliding beneath the fabric of your apron to grip your waist, his thumbs smoothing over your bare skin with a rough, needy pressure that leaves you completely breathless. He is completely unrefined, his usual teasing smirk entirely replaced by a dark, feral hunger that demands total submission.
âHis mouth slides up your neck, his lips hot and wet as he presses a succession of bruising, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. You let out a soft, stuttery moan, your fingers flying up to grip the open edges of his white shirt, your nails digging into the tense, rigid muscles of his chest as his heat begins to completely melt your composure.
âHearing your voice breaks the tiny shred of restraint he had left. Kuroo lets out a deep, animalistic groan straight into your ear, his hands traveling up your spine until his fingers wind tightly into the hair at the nape of your neck. He doesn't pull roughly enough to hurt, but his grip is unyielding, a light, dominant hair pulling that forces your head back, exposing the long, flushed line of your throat to his dilated gaze.
â"Look at you," he gasps out, his breathing a rapid, panicked pant against your skin as he stares down at your parted lips.
His fingers tighten slightly in your hair, tilting your face up to his whim. "Closed up, all neat and pretty in your little kitchen... while I'm out here losing my goddamn mind. Youâre mine tonight. Do you hear me? Youâre my fucking distraction."
âHe doesn't wait for an answer.
He shoves his mouth down onto yours, breaking your lips open in a deep, wet, uncoordinated kiss that tastes of your vanilla lip balm and his raw, unbridled desperation. He moans directly into your mouth, his tongue driving deep, mimicking the heavy, ruthless pace he wants to inflict on your body. He grinds his pelvis hard against yours, the heavy fabric of his slacks rubbing mercilessly against your hyper-sensitive core, trapping you completely against the cold steel counter as the kitchen turns into a den of pure, breathless heat.
The deep, wet kiss breaks with a breathless, heavy snap, leaving both of your lips slick and glistening in the dim, bleeding pink glow of the neon sign. Kuroo is panting heavily, his chest heaving against your breasts, his dark eyes absolutely consumed by a frantic, unhinged delirium. The scent of vanilla on your skin, combined with the heavy, sweet aroma of the kitchen, has completely hijacked his senses. He is a man starving, and the pristine, orderly world of your bakery has suddenly become his personal playground.
â"I can't get enough of this," he groans, his voice a gravelly, guttural rasp that vibrates directly against your lips. "You smell like a fucking dream, babygirl. Sugar and warmth... itâs making me lose my goddamn mind."
âHis large, hot hands move with a sudden, frantic impatience.
He reaches down, his long fingers hooking into the waistband of your apron and your clothes, dragging them down and out of the way with a rough, needy insistence that leaves you completely exposed to the humid kitchen air. Your lower back is still pressed firmly against the edge of the cold, industrial stainless steel counter, creating a stark, electrifying contrast against the burning, feverish heat of his body.
âKurooâs gaze tracks down your body, his pupils completely blown out as he drinks in the sight of your bare skin under the soft, stylized shadows. A dark, predatory smirk flickers across his face, but itâs stripped of all his usual corporate polishâit is raw, possessive, and entirely unhinged.
âHis eyes suddenly dart over to the large, stainless steel mixing bowl sitting on the prep station right next to your hip. It is filled to the brim with a freshly whipped, thick, and vibrant strawberry frostingârich, sweet, and heavily scented with fresh fruit.
â"Letâs see how sweet you really are," Kuroo whispers, his voice dropping into a low, teasing drawl that sends a violent shiver straight down your spine.
âWithout taking his eyes off your face, Kuroo plunges his large right hand directly into the bowl. His long fingers come out completely dripping, coated in a thick, heavy layer of the pink, sugary cream. Before you can even gasp at the sheer audacity of it, he shoves his hand forward, pressing his sticky fingers firmly against the soft, smooth flesh of your inner thighs.
â"Ah! Tetsurouâ!" you cry out, your hips instinctively bucking up off the counter as the cool, thick frosting hits your sensitive skin.
â"Shh... stay still for me," he growls, his tone thick with a dominant command that completely paralyzes your muscles. He clamps his clean left hand down hard on your opposite hip, pinning you flat against the metal, forcing your legs to stay parted wide for his whim.
âKuroo begins to spread the thick, sweet strawberry frosting over your skin, his palm moving in slow, heavy, deliberate circles. He paints a messy, suffocating path from the middle of your thighs all the way up to the very cradle of your hips, intentionally coating your hyper-sensitive folds and your swelling core in the thick, sugary glaze. The texture is heavy and cold, contrasting violently with the blistering heat radiating from his pelvis as he continues to press his hard ridge firmly against your leg.
â"Look at you... completely ruined with my mess before I've even touched you," he purrs, his heavy dirty talk filling the quiet kitchen, making your face flush a deep crimson. "You look so fucking delicious like this, sweetheart. Just a sweet little treat made entirely for my mouth."
âHe deliberately works his sticky fingers deeper, smearing the strawberry glaze over your clit, his thumb working in a slow, torturous rhythm that forces a loud, embarrassing sob from your throat. Your core is already throbbing, clenching hard around the heavy sensation of the sugar mixing with your natural, slick arousal.
â"You like that, don't you? You like being dirty for me," Kuroo gasps out, his own breathing turning into a rapid, panicked pant as the sheer visual and sensory overload begins to break his remaining sanity. He watches the way your inner muscles twitch beneath the pink cream, completely unhinged by the proximity.
âHe doesn't wait another second. With a breathless, desperate hitch in his chest, Kuroo drops to his knees on the hard tile floor, slotting his broad shoulders directly between your parted thighs. He grips the backs of your knees, hoisting your legs up and draping them over the edge of the steel counter to expose your messy, frosting-coated core completely to his dilated gaze.
âHis head snaps down as if drawn by a violent magnetic pull, and he buries his face straight into the sweet mess.
âThe first touch of his tongue is massive, heavy, and completely intense. Kuroo doesn't start with gentle, tentative licks; he uses an intense tongue usage designed to completely devour the frosting off your skin. He drags his tongue in a broad, flat path from the very bottom of your slit all the way up to your hyper-sensitive bud, licking a thick, wet path through the pink cream.
â"Mphfâfuck," he groans against your wet skin, the sound muffled and vibrating directly into your core as he tastes the sharp contrast of the sugary glaze and your natural, salty warmth.
âHe begins to work with a frenzied, driving speed. He uses the heavy muscle of his tongue to flatten your folds, swirling it deep inside your opening to drag the frosting inward, before snapping his head upward to drag his rough, textured tongue heavily over your clit. The wet, slapping sounds of his mouth against your slick, sticky skin echo loudly through the dark bakery, blending with the low hum of the refrigerators.
Every single stroke of his tongue is a targeted, suffocating assault of pure heat and pressure, pushing your overstimulated nerve endings straight toward a devastating breaking point.
âYou are completely unpolished, your fingers flying to the top of his head to tangle frantically in his messy, dark hair, alternately trying to pull him closer and push him away as the friction pushes you straight toward the edge. But Kuroo's grip only tightens on your thighs, his long fingers digging deep into your flesh, holding you perfectly still as he continues to ruthlessly clean every single drop of sweetness from your body.
The thick, sugary scent of the strawberry glaze mixes completely with the intoxicating, musky heat of your own arousal under the low pink neon glow.
Kuroo is already down on his knees on the hard kitchen tile, his broad shoulders wedged firmly between your thighs, but his pace suddenly shifts.
The frantic, messy devouring from a moment ago slows down into something infinitely more dangerous, a deliberate and calculated pussy eating torture designed to completely unravel whatever tiny shred of composure you have left.
âHe grabs your hips with a white-knuckled pressure, his large, burning palms locking your pelvis flat against the edge of the industrial stainless steel counter.
â"Don't you dare move," he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rattles from his chest straight into your inner thighs. His dark hair is completely disheveled, a few messy strands sticking to his forehead, and his eyes are dark, heavy, and completely unhinged. "You stay right here and take every single lick, princess. I'm going to taste every single drop of this."
âHe buries his face back into your soaking heat, his tongue moving with an agonizing, merciless precision.
âHe doesn't rush.
He works with a slow, flat pressure, dragging the broad muscle of his tongue upward from the very base of your slit, licking through the pink cream with an agonizingly slow tempo. The thick, textured weight of his tongue forces your sensitive folds open, tracking the exact line of your seam until he hits your swelling, hyper-sensitive clit. But right when you think heâs going to press down and give you the friction you are starving for, he stops. He merely brushes the very tip of his tongue against your bud, letting out a hot, teasing breath that makes your whole body violently shudder.
â"Tetsurouâplease," you sob out, your hands flying down to grip his broad shoulders, your nails digging deep into the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt as your hips try to buck upward against his mouth.
â"Not yet," he murmurs against your wet skin, a dark, low chuckle vibrating directly into your core. "You don't get to come until I say so. Look at how wet you are for me. The sugar is melting all over my tongue, but youâre the one that tastes so fucking good."
âHe plunges his tongue back in, deeper this time, using a slow, drilling motion that stretches your tight opening wide.
He swirls his tongue deep inside you, gathering the sweet, sticky fluids coating your inner walls, before drawing it back out with a heavy, sucking motion that makes a loud, wet sloshing sound echo through the quiet kitchen. The contrast between the cool, residual sweetness of the frosting and the deep, molten heat of his mouth is a total sensory assault.
âEvery single nerve ending between your thighs is completely on fire, overstimulated by the relentless, slow-motion friction. Kuroo is intentionally edging you, pushing you right to the absolute precipice of a shattering orgasm before completely shifting his focus.
âWhenever he senses your inner muscles start to twitch and clamp down in pre-orgasmic spasms, his grip on your hips turns bruisingly tight. He pins your thighs down mercilessly, lifting his head just an inch so his mouth leaves your core. He lets the cool air of the bakery hit your soaking, exposed skin, forcing your arousal to throb painfully in the sudden absence of his heat.
â"Look at me," he commands, his breathing a rapid, ragged pant as he glares up your body. His lips are completely glistening, smeared with a messy combination of strawberry pink and your own clear, glistening fluids. His pupils are so dilated that his dark eyes look almost entirely black under the stylized shadows of the neon sign. "Look at how desperate you are. Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Ask me for it."
â"Please... fuck, Tetsurou, just let me come," you cry out, your head thrashing side to side against the stainless steel prep table, your fingers tangling frantically in his thick, messy hair to drag him back down. "I'm so sensitive, it hurts, pleaseâ"
â"Iâve got you," he growls, his possessive edge taking over completely as he surrenders to your pleading. "Iâve got you, baby. Let it break right here."
âHe buries his face back into you with a sudden, violent surge of intensity. Abandoning the agonizingly slow pace, he flattens his tongue and begins to lap at your clit with a heavy, driving speed, using a fierce, unyielding suction that pulls your hyper-sensitive bud straight into his mouth. He sucks on you mercilessly, his tongue working in a frantic, unpolished rhythm that matches the rapid, echoing hum of the industrial refrigerators.
âThe double sensation of his heavy tongue drilling deep inside your opening and the intense, targeted suction on your clit hits your nervous system like a physical shockwave. Your spine arches completely off the counter, your toes curling as a devastating, blinding orgasm rips through your entire body. You let out a loud, uninhibited scream into the empty bakery, your inner walls clamping down in a succession of violent, rhythmic contractions that spray your release directly onto his waiting tongue.
Kuroo groans deeply against your skin, swallowing down every single drop of your climax, holding your shaking hips perfectly still as you break completely beneath his mouth.
The blinding white heat of your orgasm is still pulsing violently through your core, leaving you trembling and entirely unraveled against the cold edge of the metal.
Kuroo stands up slowly, his tall, lean frame casting a massive, predatory shadow over your shaking body. He is completely breathless, his chest heaving violently against his unbuttoned white shirt, his lips soaked and glistening with a heavy mixture of strawberry pink glaze and your own clear, slick fluids. His dark eyes look completely black in the bleeding pink neon light, his fierce, possessive edge taking over entirely now that youâve broken beneath his tongue.
âHe doesn't give you a single second to recover.
â"Up," he rasps, his voice dropping into a low, commanding growl that leaves absolutely no room for argument. "Get up on the counter for me, sweetheart. All the way."
âBefore your weak, overstimulated muscles can even attempt to comply, Kurooâs large, hot hands hook around your waist. With a sudden, effortless surge of strength, he lifts you entirely off your feet, hoisting your body upward and slamming you down flat onto the main expanse of the large, industrial prep counter.
âThe movement sends a white cloud of fine, flour-dust billowing into the humid air around you. The powdery white grains cling to your sweat-slicked skin, coating your thighs and your bare lower back in a messy, chaotic smear that contrasts sharply with the deep crimson flush of your skin. Kuroo steps immediately into the space between your knees, crowding you so closely that the heavy, burning heat of his torso traps the cool kitchen air entirely out of reach.
âHis hands fly to his waist, his long fingers working with a frantic, unpolished speed to undo his belt and slide his slacks down past his hips. The thick, throbbing length of his cock springs free, massive and entirely rigid, a heavy bead of pre-cum glistening at the blunt head under the stylized shadows of the ceiling rack. He looks absolutely devastatingâhis dark tie still hanging loose around his unbuttoned collar, his dark hair a messy, unraveled halo around his sharp jawline.
âHe grabs your ankles, dragging your legs wide until your knees are bent and pinned flat against the flour-dusted steel on either side of his broad hips, locking you into a deep, completely exposed angle.
â"Look at you... look how wide open you are for me," Kuroo growls, his heavy dirty talk filling the quiet expanse of the dark kitchen, breaking whatever tiny shred of composure you had managed to gather back. He presses the blunt, aching tip of his length directly against your soaking, freshly ruined opening, grinding his pelvis in a slow, torturous circle that drags your own slick lubrication all the way to his root. "Youâre completely covered in my mess, sweetheart. The frosting, the flour... and youâre still starving for me."
â"Tetsurouâplease," you sob out, your hands flying back to grip the edge of the cold stainless steel counter behind you, your knuckles turning white as you try to brace yourself for the sheer size of him. "Just do it. I need it, pleaseâ"
â"Tell me what you need," he demands, his fingers tightening their bruising grip on your thighs, his thumb pressing hard into your skin to anchor you firmly against the metal. His eyes are fierce, locked directly onto yours, forcing you to look at him as he prepares to completely possess you. "Say it. Tell me exactly whose cock is about to ruin you on this counter."
â"Yours... yours, Tetsurou," you cry out, your voice breaking into a high, stuttery whimper.
âHearing his name on your lips completely breaks his remaining restraint. Kuroo lets out a deep, animalistic groan, and without a single shred of hesitation, he drives his hips forward, sinking his thick length entirely inside you in one deep, brutal plunge.
â"Ahâfuck!" A loud, breathy scream explodes from your throat into the empty bakery, your eyes rolling back as his sheer depth completely takes your breath away.
âThe angle of the counter sex is completely devastating.
With your hips pinned flat against the rigid steel and your knees bent wide, your core is stretched completely open, allowing him to penetrate deeper than you ever thought possible. He sinks all the way to the absolute root, his lower belly slamming heavily against your backside with a wet, echoing slap that cuts through the low hum of the industrial refrigerators.
âKuroo stays locked inside you for an agonizing second, his entire frame shuddering as your tight, hyper-sensitive walls squeeze around his rigid length in a series of desperate, pre-climax spasms. He lets out a ragged, stuttery gasp against your neck, his hot breath scalding your skin as he buries his face into your collarbone.
â"God, youâre so tight... youâre squeezing me so fucking hard," he pants, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterated pleasure. He begins to move, establishing a raw, relentless pace that completely disregards your mutual exhaustion. He pulls back slowly, dragging his thick shaft against your raw, freshly ruined walls, before slamming all the way back in with an unyielding, possessive force.
âIt is a completely raw, multi-round pace. Kuroo is driving into you with a feral, badass speed, his hips rolling with a needy, agonizing pressure that forces the air straight out of your lungs with every single stroke. The white flour on the counter sticks to his sweat-slicked thighs, making a beautiful, chaotic mess of your bodies as the dark kitchen turns into a den of pure, breathless heat.
â"You're taking all of it... every single inch," he chants against your skin, his lips hot and wet as he presses a succession of bruising, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. His hand tracks up your spine, his long fingers winding tightly into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling just enough to force your head back so he can glare down at your unpolished, breathless expression. "Look at how loose your mouth is, sweetheart. Look how easily you let me break you. Youâre my favorite little treat. Iâm going to ruin you so bad you won't be able to stand at this counter tomorrow."
âThe dirty talk is a total sensory assault, breaking your mind just as fast as his hips are breaking your body.
Every single downward plunge hits your cervix with a brutal, heavy impact, sending sharp shockwaves of pure pleasure-pain spiking through your spine. You are completely overstimulated; the cool steel beneath your back, the rough texture of the flour on your thighs, and the deep, unyielding depth of his cock are driving you straight toward a shattering, unyielding peak.
âYour inner muscles begin to clamp down around him, twitching in frantic, pre-orgasmic contractions that threaten to pull him over the edge along with you.
Kuroo lets out a high, stuttery whimper, his growly tone breaking completely as he feels the tight squeeze of your walls. He picks up the pace even more, his movements turning frantic and heavy, driving himself into you with a raw speed that echoes loudly through the dark bakery as you both climb the peak together under the quiet, starless night.
The frantic, wet slapping of Kurooâs hips against the industrial steel counter echoes rhythmically through the dark, quiet expanse of the bakery kitchen. The white flour-dust has completely coated the two of you, creating a beautiful, chaotic smear of white and flushed crimson skin under the soft, bleeding pink glow of the neon open sign. Every single muscle in his broad frame is wire-tight, coated in a thick, glistening sheen of sweat that washes over the messy remnants of the strawberry frosting play on your thighs.
âBoth of you are completely spent, your lungs burning and your limbs trembling violently from the sheer physical endurance of the multi-round counter sex. The absolute peak of overstimulation has arrived, turning your hyper-sensitive nerves into an exposed wire where the slightest touch feels like a total sensory assault.
â"I'm at my limit... fuck, sweetheart, I'm so close," Kuroo gasps out, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cracks with pure, unadulterated desperation.
âHe leans his entire upper body over yours, abandoning any attempt to hold himself up on his hands. His sweat-slicked chest collapses flat against your breasts, the heavy, frantic pounding of his heart rattling directly against your ribs. His long fingers track weakly but possessively up your arms, locking his hands into yours, his palms burning as he pins your wrists flat against the flour-dusted metal on either side of your head.
âThe angle is completely lock-in and devastating. With your hands pinned and your knees still hoisted high on either side of his broad hips, his thick, nine-inch shaft is buried to the absolute maximum depth, flattening against your cervix with every single heavy, unyielding movement.
âHe didn't pull back to pace himself; the fading haze of his frantic desperation has concentrated into a final, feral momentum between his thighs. He begins a frantic final pace, his hips driving into your soaking, freshly ruined core with a raw, unpolished speed that ignores your mutual exhaustion. It is a ruthless, heavy frictionâthe blunt head of his length stretching your swollen, raw walls to their absolute capacity with every single frantic stroke.
â"Ah! Ah, Tetsurouâ!" a loud, breathy vocalization explodes from your throat into the empty kitchen, your head thrashing from side to side as your fingers claw blindly into his large palms.
âThe sensitivity between your legs is absolute. Every single millimeter of his entry feels like a blinding shockwave of pleasure-pain, your inner muscles clamping down around him in a series of violent, involuntary tight squeezes that try to process the overwhelming fullness. Your core is throbbing violently, completely on fire from the double sensation of the cold steel beneath your spine and the molten, suffocating heat of his body consuming yours.
âKuroo lets out a succession of loud, uninhibited subby moans straight into the crook of your neck, his teeth baring as a ragged, stuttery sob catches in his chest. The tight, crushing grip of your raw walls is overstimulating him to the brink of pure madness, short-circuiting his remaining sanity as he tracks the wet, sloshing sounds of your combined fluids echoing through the dark bakery.
â"You're squeezing me so hard... youâre gonna milk me dry right here on the counter," he growls into your skin, his breathing reduced to a rapid, panicked pant as his pupils blow out until his dark eyes look entirely black under the stylized shadows. "Take all of it, baby. Look at me and take it all."
âHe completely abandons all restraint, his lower belly pounding mercilessly against your backside with a wet, heavy impact that tilts your hips forward against the metal. He is chanting your name now, a low, broken prayer into the quiet night, his movements turning frantic, chaotic, and completely unhinged as the final, devastating peak begins to shatter his mind.
âThe friction hits an unbearable, blistering breaking point. With one final, monumental downward plunge of his pelvis, Kuroo buries himself to the absolute root, his hips locking immovably against yours as his entire frame goes completely rigid.
âA loud, strangled cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure rips straight from his throat into the dark kitchen air. His toes curl, his back arching violently off your chest as his cock pulses in a succession of massive, rhythmic jerks. He cums violently inside you, his thick length throbbing inside your core as he floods your twitching, hyper-sensitive walls with a massive, scalding release.
âThe sheer volume of his final creampie stretches your inner muscles to an absolute bursting point. Your core shatters in tandem with his, a massive, explosive orgasm ripping through your entire body as your walls clamp down on his pulsing shaft in a succession of tight, milking contractions.
You scream directly into his shoulder, your nails digging deep into the tense muscles of his back as he continues to pour himself into you, filling you to the absolute brim until the thick, messy white fluid begins to overflow your ruined opening, dripping down your thighs and leaving a heavy, glistening puddle on the flour-dusted counter.
âAs the final, rhythmic pulses of his cock slowly fade, the tight tension in his muscles completely snaps. Kuroo lets out a long, trembling sigh, his head dropping heavily onto your shoulder as his lean frame goes entirely limp over yours.
âThe quiet hum of the industrial refrigerators returns to fill the silence of the dark kitchen, the cool breeze finally cutting through the sweltering heat of the room.
The sweet haze that had driven him feral since closing time finally settles into a heavy, peaceful exhaustion.
He stays locked inside you, his lips pressing a soft, wet kiss against your flushed jawline as the two of you lie tangled together on the messy counter, completely spent, unpolished, and utterly consumed by the exhaustion of the night.
Heâs gotta have just a few more minutes alone with you.
One more hug, another lingering kiss, just one more excuse to crowd into your space until whatever time you had left is long forgotten.
It doesnât even matter what it is anymore.
Team dinners, birthdays, movie dates, reservations. Youâve officially become that couple people purposely give the wrong time to.
Because somehow, every damn time, Bokuto ends up trapping you in the hallway with a stupid grin while pressing dramatic, messy kisses all over your face and neck.
âBo,â you whine between kisses, âWe promised weâd be on time todayâ
His chin drops to your shoulder immediately, âYou look really goodâ he murmurs, nose nudging against your neck.
You feel your cheeks heat up, stomach still twisting despite yourself, âBo-â
He starts kissing a trail down your neck, big hands somehow pulling you even closer.
You breathe hitches in your throat, all fight quickly leaving your body as he kisses down your collarbones.
âThere she is,â he says quietly, real smug and pleased with himself, eyes glimmering with something dangerously amused.
You shove weakly at his chest, âCâmon, the boys are waiting-â
He barely moves. Just glances up at you with droopy eyes before leaning in again and dropping one last lingering kiss to your collarbone.
Suddenly, he nips at your skin, just enough to sting a little, small gasp slipping out.
âHey-â
He cuts you off with a heavy, slow kiss. Like heâs got nowhere to be, like time just stopped here, with you.
You canât help but melt into it, his hands settled at your waist, pulling you in like itâs just instinct.
When he finally pulls back, heâs grinning.
You blink at him, almost a little dazed, ââŠYou did that on purposeâ you mutter.
He grins, looking way too damn proud, âCâmon,â he says, already pulling his keys out, âWe gotta go nowâ.
Then he pauses at the doorway, looks back at your dazed little expression and messed up hair and immediately walks back over, âJust one more kissâ he murmurs, grinning.
Captain! HardDom!Law / Crew!Reader
Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)
Summary: You and your Captain have been imprisoned. Law has been injected with some kind of drug and you're shackled to the wall. Your crew is on the way, but if Law's fever doesn't break, he won't last before they get here.
CW: Sex Pollen (But its a drug- Law Knows), DubCon, Medical Terminology, Restrained (F), Blood (Law's), Dirty Talk, Fingering (F Rec), Spit (F Rec), Creampie, Dick tattoos cause i like them, Confessing Feelings, Unspoken Feelings
ANGST, Law is remoresful. Considers Erasing Reader's Memory of the Event DD:DNE
Word Count: 3.8k
Stayed up past my bedtime for this one, but wowie I was not sleeping until I got it out of my system (âžâžàčïčàčâžâž)
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Law understands his body more than most people do. He is intimately familiar with the precise working of himself down the atom. He can tell you his exact molecular composition and the count of his blood at the drop of a hat. He has taken himself apart and examined his own organs from the inside out. He knows his body. He knows it well. Better than any doctor had ever known themselves.
So he knew something was wrong. He clocked the change nearly the exact moment it occurred. The rise of his temperature, the quickened pulse, and the fog descending across his thoughts. The symptoms worked dangerously fast, but it wasnât until he felt the flood of testosterone and the rapid escalation of adrenaline that it all clicked into place just what exactly he had been dosed with.
âCaptain?â
His power could remedy this without issue.
If he was able use it.
âCaptain?â
But he is locked in sea prism stone prison, the metal draining him of all ability. It also lowers the baseline levels of his energy, which means the drug tearing through his system all that more potently.
âCaptain!â Finally, Lawâs gaze snaps to you. âWhatâs happening?â Your eyes are wide with concern, completely unaware that you are the one in the most danger here.
It hadnât made sense to him at first. Theyâd tossed you both into this cell, but you were the only one chained to the wall. But, now- he understood completely. It was part of the torment. A cruel, vicious sort of torture, forcing a betrayal so pervasive between captives. Law hated to admit it, but it was a disgustingly effective sort of torture to force the wedge between Captain and Crew.
Your chains rattle as you try to make even the smallest bit of headway in freeing yourself. You have to get your Captain out of this cage. Whatever they have given him is making him seriously sick and without his power you werenât sure if heâd be okay. Let alone survive long enough for the rest of the crew to find you.
Law barks your name in a tone that immediately halts your movements. âI need you to be quiet and be still.â You do as he says without question. You trust your Captain completely. Regardless of how worried you are, you have to believe he has a plan- or is working on one. Your Captain is the smartest man youâd ever met and you know there is nothing he can't figure out. You just hope he figures it out before whatever is wrong with him gets worse.
Law sits with his back to you, knees to his chest, head pressed into them. His hands cover his ears. Trying to make his body small, to block out as many of his senses as he can. He tries to breathe as little as possible. The position is slowing the effects of the poison, but it is so minuscule his rational mind tells him it wonât make a difference. Law grits his teeth in frustration, running equations through his head- trying to figure out if he could sus the exact composition of the drug coursing through his body.
You scan your eyes over the the cell, looking for something- anything- that could help. But you come up just as empty as you have for the past hour. Itâs dark here, the only light comes from the fire lit sconces in the hall. Thereâs a drip drip drip from somewhere, but you donât see a leak. You observe your surroundings the way Law taught you to. Pick an object and pick it apart, then move to the next and the next.
The bars were too small to fit through. The biggest structural weakness of any cell was the door so you pick apart the hinges and the keyhole. The scrape on the floor from years of being open and shut. But, nothing particularly jumps out at you.
The cell is small, sea prism lines both the walls and the floors. There is only the one set of shackles in the room, but it's odd that they chained you up instead of your Captain- when he so clearly is the greater threat between you. You figure it must mean theyâre confident that whatever they dosed him with will keep him docile- or worse.
You take a deep, shuddering breath. The air here is so hot and humid, it's hard to breath in for the full ten-count your Captain would always remind you to do. The crew knows where you are- or where you were going- and they know what the plan is. You were both supposed to be back by now. They have your vivre cards. Undoubtedly, they were on their way here right this very second to save you both. You had complete, unshakable faith in your crew. They would come. They would find you.
The only thing that worried you was if your Captain would be okay until they got here from the whole other side of the island.
There was a soft clink of your chains as you slightly shifted and Law groans. His intoxicated mind already whispering devious madness in his ears. Telling him how close you are. How helpless. All chained up with no way to run from what he wanted to do to you.
Law growls in frustration, pressing his hands harder against his ears as if it could keep out his inside thoughts. Even sans the sound of your voice, his body was still reacting to your proximity. Youâre as far apart from each other as you can be in the cell, but it wasnât enough. He can feel your presence at his back. So close, so alluring. And as his senses keep heightening- he can smell you. The sweat on your skin, the scent of your sex that hadnât yet slicked for him.
Law bites down hard on his tongue, trying to stifle the way his mind is thinking- using the pain to overwrite the receptors of sensation. But, it doesnât help. The drug has bonded to him so completely itâs shutting out any stimulus that doesnât align with his baser biological need. If anything, the taste of his own blood only spurs it on. Violence and arousal often stimulated similar regions of the brain. The drug was amping up his animalistic urges across the spectrum. The angrier he became, the more aroused he became. The more aroused he became, the more aggressive he became. Unless he could get the fever under control they would just keep feeding into each other.
But it was near impossible to do that when your presence alone hitched it higher. And his rational mind- what was left of it- was vaguely aware that the one thing that was going to bring the fever down before it killed him was the one thing he was determined not to suscept you to.
âBring your knees to your chest,â he grinds out, âmake your body as small as possible.â You donât respond, but he knows youâve done exactly as he ordered. Youâre always so obedient for him. The new position muffles your scent, but not by much. It buys him maybe a couple extra minutes of rationality. But heâs torn on what exactly to do with it. He canât see any way out of this and he wonât be able to prevent whatâs about to happen.
âListen,â he says, voice deepening, âthe drug they gave me- itâs making me sick. Really sick.â
âCaptain,â your voice washes over him and his cock jumps. âTell me what to do,â your voice is desperate, but willing. Youâll do anything he tells you. You always do. Always so well behaved.
âThe fever is going to kill me,â he states plainly and its the truth. He canât think of any way to prevent it here- in this cell. At least, not any way that doesnât involve giving into what his body wants to do to you.
âNo!â Thereâs a sharp rattle as you press as far forward as you can. âNo, Captain! Iâll get us out of here. The carpometacarpal, right? I think I can crush it if I-â
âDonât,â he barks.
âIâm not going to let you die,â you snap, chains rattling. Law turns around to see you trying to maneuver into a position to break your hands. He quickly moves across the room and grabs your arms, halting your attempts.
You gasp, âCaptain⊠youâre burning up.â His hands are hot were he has them wrapped around you. There's heat radiating off him and it rushes towards you like a fire licking at your skin. âCaptain,â you plead, âwhat do we do? Tell me, please.â His eyes are fixed where your arm is trapped in his grip and theyâre dark- nearly pitch black.
Your eyes follow his gaze where his burning hand has you in a vice grip and you think you must know the dilemma heâs grappling with. You don't. âBreak it,â you tell him and his eyes snap to yours. âIf you have to break it, do it. I can take it.â You keep your face even, trying to convince him of your resolute bravery, but he feels the way your pulse quickens in apprehension.
âYou can take it, hm?â A wicked grin slices across face, âyouâll just take anything I give you, wonât you?â
You blink, brows furrowing at his words. That adorable little crease between your eyes pulls him back from the edge- just a little. He rips his hands off you. âDonât break anything,â he rattles. âIt wonât help.â
âThen what will,â you beg. Your eyes start to glisten and theres a tremble to your lip he wants to suck between his teeth. âCaptain, please. Please.â
Law groans, cock twitching at the sound of your begging. He places a hand against the wall beside your head, keeping you caged. Not that you could go anywhere. Not that you could get away from him.
âThe drug is a kind of stimulant. The fever increases neurotransmitter activity, amplifying base hormones that require a counterbalance to-â
âLaw,â you interrupt his rambling, âwhat do you need?â
âI need to fuck you.â Your mouth drops, reeling back- completely caught off guard by his response. But you know heâs deathly serious. âI am going to fuck you.â His voice is gravely, thick and trembles with remorse, âI wonât be able to stop myself.â
He looks straight at you and you watch as the darkness eats away at the gorgeous golden dawn of his eyes. Before itâs gone you have to tell him- he has to know- âItâs okay, Captain. Itâs okay. You can do it, whatever you need.â
His face crumples and drops to the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and he nuzzles into you for a just a moment before you feel it. The shift. A change to the atmosphere, a change to the way he touches you.
He laughs darkly against your throat, âwhatever I need, hm?â he drags his teeth up and nips at your jaw, âand if I need to spread you open and drive my cock into your little cunt?â
Your breath hitches and his hot fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. âAnswer me,â he orders.
âY-yes,â you answer.
âYes, what?â he snarls.
âYes, Captain.â
His grin is satisfied as he drags his thumb across your lips. âSay it,â he urges. Blush blooms across your face and you avert your eyes. He snaps your name, âyou will look at your Captain when you speak to him.â He leans in, tongue barely flitting over your lips as he hisses once more, âNow say it.â
âY-you can haveâŠâ you lips tremble, âyou can have your way with me, Captain.â
Law slams his hand into the stone by your head, making you yelp. âThat is not what I said.â He tilts his head, âyouâre being a bad girl, not listening to your Captain.â
Your tongue darts over your lips and his slides out to mirror you. âIâm sorry, Captain.â
âTry again.â
You swallow, trying not to look away from him as you repeat his filthy words, âyou can spread me open, Captain. You can drive your-â you stutter just a little, ây-your cock into my little cunt.â
He smiles at you, fingers brushing your cheek. âGood girl.â His face softens as he caresses you, âalways my good girlâŠâ Your heart flips and he cocks a brow, leaning forward to look into your eyes. âYou like that, donât you? You like being Captain's good girl.â Thereâs a fluttering low in your tummy and Law grins- watching how your pupils dilate. âOh, you like it a lot.â
He leans back on his knees, letting his eyes roam over your restrained body. âBut I already knew that.â Law shrugs his jacket off his shoulders. âSo tell me something-â he peels his shirt off his back, â-that I donât know.â
Despite yourself, your eyes roam over your Captain's body, trailing the lines of his tattoos drawn through the ridges of his muscle. Despite how decorated his skin is, he so rarely shows it. âIâŠâ you snap your eyes back up to his, âI like to look at you.â
He shakes his head, shoulders shaking as he laughs, âyou think I donât know that?â Embarrassed heat flushes through you. âYou think I donât see the way you watch me? You think I donât let you watch?â His grin turns devious, âtell me what you do to yourself when you think about me.â You stammer, while Lawâs hands start undoing his pants. âGo on.â
âIâŠâ your thighs press together as you confess in a small voice, âI touch myself.â
âWhat?â he teases with a tilt of his head, âCanât hear you.â
Your heart thumps wildly, âI touch myself when I think of you, Captain.â
Your Captain leans forward and fists the fabric of your shirt- and your bra with it. âI know,â he shrugs- then rips in one strong motion, tearing your clothes away.
You gasp, unable to cover yourself with your hands chained to the wall. âC-captain!â Despite that, you still yank on the restraints as if it would make a difference. Lawâs cock twitches watching you struggle and he slides his pants over his knees, finally leting it fall free.
Your eyes snap to his cock, mouth falling open. âNow you have something new to look at,â his tone is arrogant, enjoying the way you take him in. Your eyes trace the tattoos striping over his low waist to wind around his cock. His hand rubs up the underside of his shaft and it jerks against his touch, precum oozing from his slit. âYou gonna think about this when you touch yourself?â
âYes, Captain.â
He chuckles, âgood girl. So honest.â Law slides forward and grabs the waist of your shorts, yanking them down over your curves and tossing them to the side with the rest of your ruined clothes. Youâre completely naked for him now, strung up and exposed.
You squeeze your legs together, pulling your knees up, trying to instinctually preserve a bit of your modesty. Your Captain continues stroking his cock as he looks at you. âSpread your knees.â You bite your lip with a whimper. âThatâs an order.â You move them apart a touch. âWider.â A little bit wider.
Law growls grabbing both knees and throwing them apart, pinning them back against the wall, where you leave them as he leans back to admire the sight. âWhy are you trying to hide from me, hm? Are you embarrassed?â You cry out when he suddenly sticks a finger into you and drags it up through your slit. He inspects it with a grin before holding it out to you. âEmbarrassed by how wet you are?â He brings the finger back and sticks it into his mouth, moan from the taste of you dropping deeper when he sees your cunt squeeze around nothing.
âYes, Captain,â you answer.
He pulls his finger from his mouth with a pop and hauls your hips up into his lap. Your fingers tighten around your chains as his fingers spread you open. You gasp as he rubs his tumbs to either side of your clit, head tilting back with a moan.
Law uses his thumbs to stimulate your clit in ways youâve never felt before while his knuckles spread your dripping cunt. âYou like this? Thatâs the root of your clit,â his voice slips back into a familiar instructional tone. âWhen I press like this,â you cry out, hips bucking into his hands. âEnhances sensitivity, by increasing the blood flow thereâŠâ Heâs so focused on perfecting the technique of it on your body it almost feels like heâs himself again-
He spits on your clit, making your body jerk. âGet it nice and swollen,â he chuckles as if heâs amused with himself, âyouâre gonna cum so fucking hard on my cock.â Your pussy clenches around the points of Lawâs knuckles where he keeps stretching your hole open.
He looks up at you, hands not stopping. âYou still havenât told me something I donât know.â
He hums when your brow furrows, searching your mind for something you could offer him. âY-you gave me your hoodie when we were on the Kazen IslandsâŠâ
âMhm.â
âI still have it.â
âI kno-â
âI sleep in it, sometimes.â Law's hands slow and his eyes soften at the intimacy of the confession. Despite everything you have been doing, itâs only now that you feel the most vulnerable- the most exposed.
Law wraps your legs around his waist and slides his hands up your body. He leans forward, giving you more slack on the chains and letting your weight rest in his lap. His face nuzzles into your neck, lips pressing into your pulse- his voice is just a breath against it. âYou used my shower when the pipes were busted.â Another press of his lips, kissing up your neck- âyou left your hair tie on my sink.â You feel the head of his cock slide easily into you Law kisses the hollow of your ear, âI keep it in my nightstand.â
His hips press forward and he lets you feel every inch of his cock as slides home. You groan deeply, legs tightening around him. Your hands instinctively try to wrap around his body, but are stopped by the chains. âCaptain~â you moan. He thrusts into you, deep and steady, his arm keeping your back from hitting the jagged stone.
His other hand finds its way between your bodies, pressing into your clit. Itâs just as sensitive as he promised it would be. He circles his fingers atop your bud, still wet with your slick and his spit. He slowly increases the pressure and his hips pick up speed.
The ground splits the skin of Lawâs knees, but the sting of it is drowned out by how deliciously your body takes him, squeezing him deeper. He holds you tighter, lifting a little higher to keep your wrists slack. Even in his state, sapped of his natural energy, he could do this. For you- his pretty girl, so soft- he wasnât putting you on the ground. He knows at his pace the stone would scrape you up and the only marks that belong on your body are his.
Law's mouth returns to the pulse at your throat and sucks, his tongue darting over the sensitive flesh. His fingers press into your clit faster now- relentless- desperate for the sweet clench of your body.
âCaptainâŠâ you moan, âIâm⊠Iâm getting close.â
His mouth parts from your flesh with a stand with a strand drool, âGood girl. Need you to cum on your Captainâs cock.â His fingers roll faster over your clit, near vibrating and you tilt your head back.
âYes, Iâm gonna- Captain, IâmâŠâ
Law plows himself into you, snarling through his teeth- desperately holding on until he feels that first squeeze of your orgasm. âSay my name, baby. Say my name.â
âLaw-!â his name breaks over your tongue as you cum and Law arches his back as he spurts into you.
âFuuck,â he groans, jerking his hips to milk every drop into you, âso fucking tight.â
Your body convulses as you come down from your high and Law scoots knees to the wall so you can sit in his lap. He wraps both arms around your back to keep you off the stone. You still canât put your arms around him, but you drop your head into the crook of his neck, still in the aftershock of your orgasm.
Your breaths are shallowing, gasping for air and his fever begins to recede, the fog just barely starting to lift. He tightens his hold on you as he feels your lips tremble against his skin, âCaptainâŠâ
âShhhâŠâ he soothes. âIâm here, I got you. Captainâs got you.â
Your body grows heavy, the exhaustion of your circumstances finally settling over you.
âœâââââââââââââââ„
Youâre still sleeping in Lawâs arms an hour later. Youâre dressed now, though. He put your shorts back on and slid his shirt up your legs, tying the arms around your back to keep it from slipping down- and heâs back in his pants and his jacket. He used the ruined scraps of your clothes to clean you of himself and you barely stirred.
He holds you close to the wall, easing the tension from your restraints. He can see the raw red skin beneath the shackles and his chest twists he caused some of it. He was too rough with you- far too rough. And though he knows youâre going to forgive him for it, he hates that your first time together is so tainted. Heâd spent so long imaging how it could go- how it would go, one day- and this was not even a shadow of what you deserved.
He would have to make it up to you- somehow.
Or, maybe heâd have to make you forget.
He can do that once his power returns. And maybe he should. He has no idea how you will look at him now- and if he will survive it. Part of him wishes heâd just let the fever take him instead. But, you never would have let that happen. You were ready to shatter your own body just to be next to him in a cell neither of you could escape from.
He can feel the shudder through the stones and hear the commotion floors above that tells him the crew has arrived. He never had any doubt they would.
And even though you wake when the cell is pried open and your cuffs are removed, Law still carries you all the way home.
CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL - Rintaro Suna
18+ After practice in the empty locker room, your boyfriend Rintaro catches you staring at his muscles and forces you onto your knees gagging on his cock.
note: I've been posting daily my drafts and I've been loving itttt! btw I need to update my masterlist I will try to do it today.
The locker room was quiet after practice, the distant echoes of slamming doors and fading footsteps long gone. Most of the Inarizaki team had already cleared out, leaving just the humid scent of sweat, the faint metallic tang of lockers, and the low hum of the overhead lights. You sat on the wooden bench, pretending to scroll through your phone. But your eyes kept drifting.
Suna Rintaro stood a few feet away, back to you, peeling off his damp practice jersey. The muscles along his spine flexed and shifted as he shrugged it offâbroad shoulders tapering into his athletic build. His skin glistened faintly with sweat, the lines of his back dipping into the waistband of his shorts. You couldnât look away.
He paused, then glanced over his shoulder. Those sharp, half-lidded eyes caught you instantly. A slow, cocky smirk tugged at his lips.
âTake a picture,â he drawled, voice low and lazy like he couldnât be bothered to put any real effort into the tease. âItâll last longer.â
Your face burned. âI wasnâtââ
âYeah, you were.â He turned halfway, giving you a better view of his toned chest and the faint trail of hair disappearing beneath his shorts. He didnât rush to cover up. Instead, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his shorts down just enough to tease, watching your reaction with that signature bored-but-amused expression. âStaring like youâve never seen a guy change before. Whatâs the matter?â
You swallowed, trying to play it cool. âYouâre the one taking forever. Hurry up so we can leave.â
Suna chuckled softly, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. âNah. I think you like the show.â His hand came up, lazily brushing a strand of hair from your face before gripping your chin. âEyes were glued to my back. You into backs now? Or just mine?â
He kept talking in that slow, mean drawl, making you squirm on the bench. Every denial just made his smirk widen. Before you knew it, your hands were on his thighs, and he was guiding you down.
âOn your knees, then,â he murmured, voice dropping. âIf youâre gonna stare, might as well make yourself useful.â
You sank to the cool tile floor, heart hammering. Suna leaned back against the lockers with a lazy sigh, one hand threading through your hair. He didnât yankâyet. He just held you there, looking down with those sleepy eyes that hid how sharp he really was.
âPretty like this,â he commented, almost offhand. He freed himself, already half-hard from the teasing and the power trip. âCâmon. Open up.â
You took him into your mouth, slow at first, tongue swirling around the head. Suna let out a low groan, fingers tightening in your hair. âFuck⊠yeah, just like that. Youâve been thinking about this, havenât you?â
He was thick, heavy on your tongue. You worked him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and he hissed through his teeth. âGood girl. Deeperâah, shit.â
You pushed further, and when he hit the back of your throat, you gagged softly. Sunaâs grip turned firmer, pulling your hair just enough to guide you. âEasy. Breathe through your nose. You can take more than that, canât you?â
Another gag as he rocked his hips forward lazily. He didnât thrust hardâhe never needed to with that effortless controlâbut the pull on your scalp and the way he filled your mouth made your eyes water.
âLook at you,â he murmured, voice rough but still so fucking lazy. He leaned down a little, catching your watery gaze. That cocky smirk deepened. âCanât understand you with your mouth full. What were you trying to say? âToo bigâ? Or âmoreâ?â
You tried to answer around himâsomething muffled and wetâand he groaned again, eyes fluttering half-shut in pleasure. âYeah⊠keep making those sounds. Feels good when you gag like that. So eager.â
He kept talking you through it, mean little praises mixed with commands. âSlowerâfuck, yeah, swirl your tongue right there. Youâre drooling everywhere, messy girl. You like sucking me off in the locker room? Risky. What if someone walks in and sees you on your knees for me?â
Your thighs pressed together, heat pooling low. Every gag earned another tug on your hair and another smirk when he tilted your head up to watch your face. âEyes on me. Yeah⊠just like that. Youâre doing so good.â
After a few more minutes of his lazy thrusts and filthy commentary, he pulled you off with a wet pop, breathing heavier but still looking far too composed. Strings of saliva connected your lips to his cock. He wiped your chin with his thumb, almost gentle.
âUp,â he said, tugging you to your feet and turning you toward the bench. âBend over. Iâm not done with you.â
You braced your hands on the bench, shorts and underwear shoved down in one lazy motion by him. Suna pressed up behind you, rubbing his slick cock against your entrance. He was still talking, voice low against your ear.
âI know, I know,â he murmured, that cocky smirk audible even if you couldnât see it. âItâs big. But you can take it, canât you? You got this far.â
He pushed in slowly, stretching you open. You gasped, fingers curling against the wood. âSunaâfuck, slowââ
âShh. Relax.â He sank deeper, groaning low in his throat. âSo tight⊠good girl. Look at you, taking every inch. Knew you could.â
Once he bottomed out, he paused, hips flush against your ass, letting you adjust while his hands roamed lazily over your back and hips. Then he started movingâlong, deep strokes that were unhurried but relentless. The slap of skin echoed softly in the empty locker room.
âFuck, you feel good,â he grunted, one hand sliding up to grip your hair again, pulling your head back slightly. âSo wet for me already. Been wet since you were staring at my back, huh?â
You moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. âYesâahâSuna, harderâŠâ
âHarder?â He laughed softly, mean and breathless. âGreedy. Thought you were struggling with how big it is.â He picked up the pace just enough to make you cry out, hitting that spot inside you with infuriating precision. âSay it. Tell me how much you like it.â
âI like itâfuck, I love it,â you gasped, voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. âYouâre so deepââ
âYeah? Feel me here?â He pressed a hand to your lower stomach, grinding in. âThatâs me. Filling you up.â
The teasing never stopped. Every time you moaned too loud, heâd smirk against your shoulder and whisper, âQuiet. Unless you want the team to come back and see how well you take my cock.â
He fucked you like that for a long timeâdeep, steady, lazy strokes mixed with sharp snaps of his hips when he wanted to hear you whine. His free hand slipped between your legs, rubbing lazy circles that made your knees buckle.
âCome on,â he groaned, voice getting rougher. âCum for me. Wanna feel you squeezing me.â
You came clenching around him with a broken moan of his name. Suna hissed, thrusts faltering for the first time as he chased his own release.
âFuck⊠thatâs it.â He buried himself deep and came with a low, satisfied groan, hips twitching against you.
He pulled out slowly, helping you straighten up with uncharacteristic gentleness for how mean heâd been minutes earlier. But the smirk was back as he handed you your clothes.
âClean up quick. Or do you want to walk out of here looking like you just got railed in the locker room?â
note: Pretty old draft, can you tell who my fav hq character is.
You were still pissed at Atsumu for ditching your plans again over some dumb volleyball thing, arms crossed tight as you sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall like he didnât exist. He hated it when you ignored him. Hated it.
âCâmon, baby,â he whined from behind you, that thick Kansai drawl already cracking with need. âLook at me, will ya? Stop actinâ like I ainât even here. It wasnât that big a deal, I swear.â
You didnât turn. So he scooted closer on his knees, hands sliding up your arms. His mouth found your shoulder firstâsoft, warm presses that made your skin tingle. Then higher, right against the curve of your neck, slow and wet. A little giggle slipped out before you could stop it.
âHaâthere it is,â he muttered, grinning against your throat. âKnew ya couldnât stay mad forever.â
His lips moved again, this time chasing your mouth. The first kiss was gentle, almost sweet, just a brush that made your stomach flip. Then he tilted his head and went harder, tongue sliding in like he owned you, deep and hungry. You kissed back for a secondâcouldnât help itâbut then you remembered you were supposed to be mad. You pulled back just enough, teasing, lips hovering an inch away.
Atsumu chased immediately, leaning in with a soft grunt. âHeyâdonât ya dare.â He tried again, but you turned your face, smirking. He growled low in his throat, hands tightening on your waist. âBaby⊠câmon, stop teasinâ me like that. Ya know I canâtââ
You did it again, pulling away right as he leaned in. That was the last straw.
His patience snapped.
âFuckinâ stop it,â he snarled, voice rough. One big hand grabbed your hip hard enough to bruise, the other fisting the front of your shirt as he yanked you forward. In one smooth motion he hauled you onto his lap, your thighs straddling his hips, chests pressed tight. His mouth crashed into yours before you could even gaspâhard, filthy, no more playing around. His tongue shoved deep, licking into you like he was starving, sucking on your bottom lip until it stung.
You felt it immediatelyâhis cock, already rock-hard and straining against his shorts, grinding up right between your legs. Thick and hot, twitching every time you shifted.
âFeel that?â he panted against your mouth, not even pulling back far enough to speak properly. âThatâs what ya do to me, ya little tease. Canât even kiss ya once without gettinâ this fuckinâ hard. Fuck, I canât stop⊠I canât fuckinâ stop kissinâ ya.â
He didnât. Even while he spoke, his lips stayed glued to yours, messy and wet, tongues sliding sloppy. He kissed you like heâd die if he didnâtâdeep, open-mouthed, desperate noises spilling out between every breath. His hands roamed, shoving your shirt up so he could palm your tits, thumbs flicking your nipples until you moaned into his mouth.
âFuckâya taste so good,â he groaned, biting your bottom lip and tugging. âMissed this mouth. Missed how wet ya get for me just from kissinâ. Bet yer already drippinâ, ainât ya?â
You tried to pull back again just to mess with him, but he growled and yanked you back by the hair, tongue fucking into your mouth even harder. âDonât. Ya. Dare,â he snarled between kisses. âI told ya to stop teasinâ. Now yer gonna sit right here on my cock and take it.â
He rocked his hips up, grinding that thick bulge right against your clit through your panties. You whimpered. He swallowed the sound, kissing you filthier, spit slicking both your chins.
âAtta girl,â he murmured, voice wrecked. âGrind on it. Let me feel how bad ya want me.â One hand slipped under your skirt, fingers shoving your panties aside. He groaned loud when he felt how soaked you were. âShitâyer cuntâs already creaminâ for me. So fuckinâ messy, baby. All that from a few kisses? so fucking hot.â
Two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling hard. You moaned into his mouth and he ate the sound, kissing you through it, tongue matching the rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out. He wouldnât stop kissing youâwouldnât even pull back to breathe properly. Just messy, desperate presses of lips and tongue while he finger-fucked you open, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit.
âGonna fuck ya so good,â he panted against your lips, voice cracking. âGonna stuff this pretty pussy full of my cock and keep kissinâ ya the whole time. Ya know why? âCause once I start, I canât stop. Canât get enough of yer mouth. Canât get enough of how ya taste when ya cum.â
He yanked his shorts down just enough, cock springing freeâfat, flushed, leaking all over his abs. He grabbed your hips and slammed you down onto it in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
âFuuuuckâyes,â he hissed, head falling back for half a second before he dragged you back into another bruising kiss. âSo tight. So wet. Take all of me, baby. Thatâs itâride it just like that.â
He didnât let you breathe. Every thrust was matched with a deep, filthy kissâtongues tangling, teeth clacking, his moans vibrating straight into your mouth. His hands gripped your ass, bouncing you harder on his cock, the wet slap of skin loud in the room.
âTell me how it feels,â he demanded, biting your lip hard enough to sting. âTell me how full ya are. Câmon, baby, use that pretty mouth while Iâm still kissinâ it.â
You tried to answer, but he just kissed you again, swallowing your words. âCanât stop,â he groaned, hips snapping up faster. âCanât fuckinâ stop kissinâ yaâya feel too good. Yer pussyâs suckinâ me in, squeezinâ my cock so tight. Gonna cum inside ya, fill ya up till itâs leakinâ out. Ya want that?â
His thumb found your clit, rubbing fast. You were shaking, close, and he could feel it.
âThatâs itâcum for me,â he growled, kissing you so deep you saw stars. âCum all over my cock, baby. Let me feel it. I ainât pullinâ out till yer screaminâ my name.â
You shattered hard, clenching around him, and Atsumu kept kissing you through itâmessy, sloppy, never once stopping even as his own hips stuttered. He fucked you through your orgasm and straight into his, burying himself deep and spilling hot and thick inside you with a broken moan right into your mouth.
âFuckâtake it, take all of itâmine, yer mineââ
Even after he came, he didnât stop kissing you. Slow and lazy now, but still deep, still hungry, cock twitching inside you as he held you tight against his chest.
âSee?â he whispered, lips brushing yours again and again, voice hoarse and satisfied. âTold ya⊠once I start kissinâ ya, I canât stop. Not ever. Yer stuck with me now, baby. All night if I want.â
