when you got pregnant, bakugou started to make it more of a habit to tell you goodbye properly before he leaves the house.
Before, after he was all ready — belt buckled, bag packed, he’d only mumble a quick “later”, and that was only if he knew you were awake — but now, before he even seriously leaves the house for good he’s kissing you in between his morning routine, rubbing and kissing at your growing baby.
you lay on your shared bed, cuddling with some big body pillow with your belly laid on it, watching your man get ready in the early hours of the morning. He shouldn’t be working, but he insists to work until the day of his mandatory paternity leave.
“Why don’t you just stay home? Y’already got the biggest job of your life coming up” your hand came up to support your head for a better view of him adjusting his hero gear in the mirror, luckily you did — catching a small smirk from him. He glances at you through the mirror. “Yea, like I’d just sit around here and do nothing. Gotta make sure he’s got everything he needs.” He picked up his belt from his side of the dresser.
“He?” “He.” You snicker from the bed and he turns around, facing you fully. “What’s so funny? We’re having a boy.” Bakugou’s usually hard eyes soften when they catch your swollen belly slightly hidden by the pillow. “I know we’re having a girl..but we can always try again though” you wiggle your eyebrows at him and he rolls his eyes.
The thought of leaving you every morning was starting to weigh on him, even if you didn’t notice and he was too stubborn to outright admit it. “You good?” He asked gruffly before crouching down next to you at the edge of the bed, pecking your lips.
One of his hands reaches out to you almost instinctively, resting on your stomach. It’s like second nature to him now — after all these months of your baby growing. His fingers trace gentle patterns across your warm skin as he felt the occasional kicks and shifts of ‘him’.
“Mm-hmm” you hum placing your hand over his. “But.. id be better if you stayed at home with me” This time, you were the one pecking his lips. Bakugou huffs and rolls his eyes again in a playful manner, but there’s no mistaking the underlying guilt flickering behind them. “Be home before ya know it. Just got the rest of the month babe, then I’m home for good.”
And before you could protest or even get another word out, he leans in again to press a kiss on your forehead, and then one to your belly. “Be nice to mommy, squirt” he mutters against it, his voice uncharacteristically tender and loving.
And just like that, the front door clicks shut and he’s out the door for the day, leaving you in a peaceful silence — already counting the hours before your man comes home again.
eren keeps chanting it over and over like a prayer, whispering it to you as some kind of encouragement while you struggle to take it all on your own like you promised you could. " that's right..go 'head n' make it fit mama..fuck." your hand was wrapped tightly around the base on him, aiding your cunny.
he hissed when you got down from your elbows and laid flat on his apartment's carpeted floor to get it in a better angle, arching your back. "that's my good girl take that shit." your ass was high up in the air and if eren hadn't seen your pussy before he was definitely seeing it now. "my fuckin' pussy" he mumbled.
erens hand rubbed up your back then back down to your ass, pushing it further and further towards the base till you started to swat at his hands, protesting going fully down. "I cant take anymore" you wined with a fake attitude.
"what?- you want me to do it?" eren was quick to sit up on his hands, white t-shirt pushed up to his collar bones almost tangled with that necklace he always wears. you didn't even bother pulling his sweatpants all the way off. "I just said it doesn't fit 'ren, you want me to say it in spanish?"
eren sat up fully, the movement making his cock push into one of your gummy walls, "watch this." he grabbed one of your arms by the elbow and pulled your torso off the floor with ease. you heaved as erens hands found themselves on your love handles, pushing them down to sit you on him.
the stretch burned, you stifled a whimper - you didn't wanna be the little girl who couldn't take dick she said she could. his forearms flexed as he kept your steady, careful to ease you onto the last few inches of his shaft.
"see?" eren grinned wide, real cocky he was right about yet another thing in life. "told you it'd fit mama." he shifted under you - getting comfortable with the angle. his hands slid down from your hips, to your thighs, and back to your hips. a light coat of, well- you coated his whole shaft now.
you looked over your shoulder at him with a giddy smile, "booo you did that on purpose" his green eyes stared at your own through his short, dark brown bangs. he chuckles when you grind on him experimentally. "man, quit playin' n back that shit up girl"
satoru gojo always wants to be in the shower with you.
satoru enjoys showers with you. Even if it was sometimes cold when he had to wait for his turn under the water, or when you had the water turned too hot for his liking, or even when he was mad at you and was giving you the silent treatment. Satoru loves to shower with you.
For the first 4 months of your relationship it was cool—it was romantic. Having someone with you in a place where you can both be vulnerable and love one another, see all of each other. It was nice to have someone wash your back for you, maybe some sex some days but overall it was an intimate place for both of you.
“Man I could go for a shower right now.” “Go take one.” “Alright……….Come with me?” — satoru at least once a day, even if he already showered without you and he’s not even dirty. What a water waster!
But after a while, it was a little repetitive. Every single time you tried to shower, here came satoru ripping off all his clothes to come with you, not that you minded really. It was just something funny you noticed.
“Why can’t I take a shower with my lover?” "You can.." "So whats the problem now?"
You smiled at satoru through the shower curtain as he stood there still, shirt half off as he waited in case you were gonna kick him out of the bathroom, staring at you like a sad puppy waiting for a treat. You just stepped into the shower not too long ago, and the steam was starting to fog up the bathroom mirror.
“You’re always in here with me though satoru”
You laughed stepping under the hot water as it cascaded down your body, relaxing all your muscles. He made a fake sad face as he finished taking his shirt off, throwing it in the same pile you threw your clothes into. “I wanna be in here,” he whined playfully, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I wanna be with you baby.” He unbuckled his pants and threw down his boxers.
Satoru stepped into the shower and closed the curtain before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling your wet body against his “What’s so wrong about wanting to share this intimate part of my day with my partner in crime?—hm??” He peppered kisses on your shoulders lovingly. “Why can’t I just be in love with my girlfriend?”
denki is definitely the type to lowkey hope for his cock to slip out while you ride him just so he can be the one to wrap his arm around your upper body, lift you up and push it right back in with his other hand.
something denki likes to throw into this, is actually rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slit until you get impatient and yell at him to put it back in.
reader is 23, nanami is like 30-45 if you have a problem then go away
an arranged marriage with nanami.
your parents selfishly gave you away to him as a business move. on your end it was involuntary, but on his it was just something so he could take over his fathers business faster that required having a wife.
nanami kento is way older than you— at least got 10-15 years on you. he woke up early, worked out, shaved his face every week and stayed in his office for most of the day, giving you space. nanami was grown.
nanami kento was also a very traditional man, hence why your parents chose him. he enjoyed a traditional household. nanami worked during the day, handled business, his fathers business that he was in the works of taking over, and you? he only expected you to play the housewife role, giving you money when asked for various tasks. he only really asked for you to take care of the house and laundry.
you tried your best to not like him— to spite your parents. you really tried to ignore him every night when you went to sleep in the same bed together, you tried to stay quiet when he asked vague questions about what you wanted for dinner or what you wanted to do that day.
but you couldn’t ignore how attractive your husband was. he was mature and he always smelled good. you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together when he got a faint stubble on his face when it neared his time to shave again.
so after a couple months of moving in together you’re sitting at the dinner table, on the topic about trying to have sex or not. there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you didnt wanna have sex with nanami. even if you were pissed that your parents married you off, you did like your husband.
“we don’t have to.”
he said it bluntly, taking another bite of the pasta as he sat on the other side of the table. he was dressed in a collared shirt, a tie neatly around his neck.
you quickly picked up the glass of wine on the table. glass barely even touched before you started drinking regardless of you being well into the meal. you didn’t drink wine.
“i wouldn’t mind trying.”
he didn’t have any real expression on his face as he ate. glasses a little further down his nose than usual as he finished the pasta with one last big bite.
“okay. we’ll try tonight then.”
“ohhnnnggshiiittt”
nanamis cock was fat and gritty. must’ve had about a million veins on it because you swear you could feel every single one. he was well groomed as well, he kept it hairy but to an extent which was expected from him.
he knew how big his cock was. he knew it was big all the way from when he even brought up the topic of having sex to begin with. getting into the bedroom and having him avoid taking his cock out until you were all prepped and in a daze.
and nanami made you feel so full with him. could feel him all the way up in your stomach. he made fucking sure you knew he was in there too from the way he pressed and pushed around at your abdomen whenever he got a chance.
your husband had your ass at the end of the bed. all perked up for him as he stood behind you on the floor. nanami had his hands on both sides of your upper back as he pushed you farther down into your shared comforter.
“does it feel better like this? or in the—previous position?”
his voice sounded out of breath, quiet subtle groans coming from him as he waited for his question to be answered. his pretty blond hair falling out of its usual perfect place but his pace never ever faltered.
it was honestly sickening for nanami to seriously expect a response from you like this. your body so hot, kisses and sweat coating it with your face so fucked out. eyes glossing over and your mouth half open, head bobbing with every stroke he gifted you.
the various pornographic noises that left your mouth bounced off the walls and throughout the house along with the even worse sounds of his pelvis hitting your ass over and over.
“n-amiiii”
“talk to me”
your new husband was quick to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you up from your position on the bed. forcing your head to rest on his shoulder and letting his hands glide along your body.
his fingers traced symbols and letters—his name— on your clit, the other pinching and pulling at your breasts while he kept rocking his hips into yours, mindlessly. your hands wrapped around both of his wrists, pushing at his waist and thighs softly.
“s’good nami”
“yeah?”
the blond started to kiss at your neck, his stubble tickling you but his motions never stopping. he was so experienced at this, made you feel so naive, inexperienced.
blondieeu xx
a/n: haven’t written for my fav in a while and i had this locked up in my drafts!!!
katsuki knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew your preferences, style, personality, even memorized your social security number since you always forgot it. he’d lived with you for damn near 5 years now.
“katsuki”
so when you wake him up in the late hours of the night, all needy and pent up he shouldn’t be surprised, he doesn’t even bother getting angry at you because you always tended to get needy in the night.
you shook him softly, his back turned to you as you tried to wake him. his body rising and falling with quiet snores that became irregular when you shook him.
“katsuki?”
“mm”
“katsuki!”
“what’s wrong”
he didn’t even bother opening his eyes, still laying there like a rock as he waiting for a response from you.
“can we fuck? please katsuki”
the male sighed and lazily grabbed his phone from the nightstand, squinting hard just to see the time. 2:06AM.
“you can’t sleep?”
the silence in the air already told him the answer, katsuki didn’t bother to keep questioning you as he began to shuffle out of his boxers.
“take your panties off.”
he muttered, helping you on your back and pulling the green underwear off your ankles, not without noticing the wet part on the middle of them and giving you a ‘you needed me that bad?’ look. he put your hand around his cock gesturing for you too put it in since he was too tired to find the hole.
bakugou moaned as he settled himself into your sopping cunny, strong hands almost making dents in the headboard as he rocked his hips into yours and watching your slick create thin strings between you and him.
your legs were loose around his waist, toes curling everytime he let himself go deep with your hands touching at his chest and stomach.
“shit.. pussy make me wan’ give you a fuckin’ baby.”
he grunted the words out with a small shake in his voice, like he was trying to hold back a couple moans. he tiredly let his head fall in between his strong, well built arms that held the headboard as he looked down at your face, eyes teary and mouth half opened while you clenched around his cock.
katsuki sat up from his position with hard-to-silence heaves to pull the black wife beater he had on over his head and throw it somewhere across the room as his body temperature started to rise.
he secured his position by grabbing onto your sides so he could fuck you harder. needy moans filled the warm room along with the quiet sound of skin connecting. you could’ve sworn that you went mute every couple of minutes from the surges of pleasure he was feeding into your cunny. wait could you hear how wet you were?
your long time boyfriend gave a lazy smile as he leaned down to make out with you as an attempt to get you quiet so you could her your cunny talk to him as well. quiet squelching could be heard if you really did listen in detail.
“hear her singin’ ? s’ all you—…shit girl..gets this bad at night?”
your pretty eyes were rolling as you tried your best to nod, barely even hearing him while you were concentrated on not cumming too fast and trying not to squirt since you knew you forgot towels. still, loud pornographic moans bounced off of your bedroom walls.
connie who is too quick to say goodbye to everyone at the halloween party even if you were only there for an hour because the raven costume you were wearing looked so good on you.
"ou-..put that fuckin' pussy on me baby"
your elbows rested on the parcel shelf with your head hung and buried in your hands while your boyfriend grunted profanities into your ear. strong tattooed hands squeezed and spread your ass apart to help you get it in a little deeper.
"that shit feels so fuckin' good mama..look so pretty ridin that dick"
your boyfriends voice rasped as he let all his thoughts translate right from his cock and out of his mouth, his thick brows furrowed as he watched your puffy pussy slide on and off his thick cock. picked your head up and placed your hands onto his shoulders, rubbing at them.
both of you held a deep lust filled eye contact with one another while you rode him now, going all the way up to his tip and then back down to his pelvis. connie tugged his lip between his teeth like it was going to stop him from moaning out loud anyway.
"you gon make me nut in you sweetheart.."
“hnngh”
connie whispered something, probably another profanity and something about him cumming as his head fell back.
"gon make daddy give you a fuckin' baby, mama..that’s what you want? you want a baby for halloween?"
your boyfriend asked you like he was gonna give you a chance to answer, wrapping his arm around your waist and thrusting his hips up into you. your hand was quick to press against the foggy window for more support.
Please write for Aizawa you would kill it bae............
persian rugs. aizawa s.
lazy sex with aizawa is the best sex with aizawa.
when youre both so tired from the day. after a nice shower and a hot meal you gathered up the energy to cook for the two of you, crawling into the warmth of your bed and just laying there. its not like you two don't want to have sex or lost interest, you're just so tired from the day.
"shouta..?”
“mm?”
he barely responds, still laying on his side. he only wore some boxers, too tired from the day to even think about putting on some real pajamas.
“can you put it in?”
"was jus’ thinkin' that.”
so shouta rolls over lazily onto his back and shuffles out of his boxers. not even bothering to pull them off before he pulled your body on top of his, your head resting on his shoulder. and you’d slip your hand between both of your bodies to pull your panties to the side.
grabbing the base of his meaty, thick cock to push him inside with a conjoined sigh. you would lazily roll your hips against his pelvis as you tried to do as little as you could but still at least get some friction.
shoutas hands were heavy on your love handles while you rode him, wasn’t even like he was grabbing at them he just had his hands there. your hips kept at a slow rocking motion, nails scratching softly at your man’s scalp while you played with his long raven curls — you knew he liked his hair played with.
“mm…..hhmmm”
a lazy hum erupted from his scratchy throat, his eyes matching while they slowly rolled with every completed “8” of your hips. shouta took a hand off your side and used it to pull you into a slow, sensual kiss. the kiss was hot and you could feel the beard on his chin rubbing against your clean one.
your man’s tongue moved like you two were slow dancing, like he was showing you all his secrets or something.
“ m’ gonna cum sho’ “
“already?”
he teased. the made sighed before moving you from laying on his stomach to on your side. shouta lifted your leg up while he slid himself in, maybe trying to put more effort in? all the veins in his cock brushed against your gummy pink walls in a lazy but frantic manner.
quiet moans left your lips while the small coil in your abdomen erupted, a buzzing sensation filling your body while shoutas hand wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.
