Kenma strolls in, hands tangled in his hair as he pulls it into a messy bun. His headphones hang from his neck as he strolls over to your spot on the couch, a soft, barely there smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I stream in fifteen minutes." he mumbles.
"Okay, no worries." you barely look up from your phone to reply, but quirk a brow when his hand starts tracing up and down your shin. "Text me if you need anything."
"I stream in fifteen minutes." he repeats. His finger clutch at the loose fabric of your sweatpants and then he tugs-- pulling the front of your pants down just enough to expose the mound of your cunt. "So I have about ten minutes to fuck your brains out."
"Kenma!" you nearly drop your phone on your face as you scramble to cover yourself. Wrong day to forgo panties, apparently. "Are you sure your headset is off?"
"Like, 80 percent sure." He lifts one knee over the arm of the couch, looking down at you with a pleased narrowed eyes. He brushes away the loose hair that's fallen in front of his eyes a flick of his head. "Don't you want to give me a good luck fuck?"
With his free hand, he grips the front of his jeans, silhouetting his hardness. "I can't play when my cock's hard."
Despite your better judgement, you lift your hips off of the bed just enough to let your pants be pulled down to your knees. You still cover yourself with your hands, more playful than prude.
"Come on now," Kenma's hand finds yours, peeling it back until you're uncovered. With two fingers, he spreads your lips, watching how your folds move with a feline intensity, "I can't stream when I know your pussy's this empty."
In a surprisingly graceful move, Kenma pushes himself up and over the arm of the couch and on to you. His arms pin your legs apart as he buries his face into your pussy, wasting no time before he licks a long, appreciative stripe across your sex. "And this wet."
okokok idk if you’re into this but bakudad who develops an oral fixation after you have kids…maybe a lactation kink 💀
CW: lactation, afab who has a biological baby, established marriage between bakugo and reader, petname of baby, praise and worship
listen this usually isn't my thing. but AAAAAAAAA
"This guy-" Bakugo points with his chin to the room across the hall. Even with the door closed you can hear the distant sound of waves; your high maintenance child can't sleep without his sound machine. Drool is smeared all across the front of Bakugo's hero costume, but he doesn't seem to notice; he's already pressed against your back, planting kisses up your shoulder. "-lives the fucking life."
You shrug him off with a giggle, trying to shed your clothes for the day. You can barely undo your bra's hook with how your husband has draped himself over you. "You're really jealous of a baby?"
"Fuck yeah I am!" your bra is barely off when he flicks one of your nipples with a gloved finger, rough enough to make you whimper and squirm. You're sensitive, much more so than before the baby, and Bakugo can't help but revel in the information, "Sucks on these for 20 minutes and then goes to sleep. That's my ideal life."
His hands move, looping under your arms before cupping your breast upwards, squishing them together until the flesh bulges between his fingers.
"Been so long since I've even had these pretty little things in my mouth." He lets them fall, the rumble of a chuckle filling his chest as he just admires the jiggle.
The attention is appreciated, of course, but aches.
"Ow, Katsuki!"
"Oh, that didn't hurt, you drama queen." he does it again, lifting up your breasts, shaking them in his palms, and then letting them fall. He sighs wistfully at the sight. "I used to fucking manhandle those puppies and you always loved it!"
"Yeah, but now I'm-" You gesture vaguely to your chest.
"A pussy?" he finishes for you.
"Producing food for my child!" You manage to break away from him and go to scurry away, but Katsuki catches you by a belt loop and tugs-- spinning you around to face him in one fluid motion. Muscle memory guides his grasp, perfectly finding your hips without ever breaking eye contact.
"Our child." His voice is deep and grave as he presses his nose against yours, but the smile on his face betrays his humor. "Don't act like I didn't put that brat inside you."
You fake a gasp at his audacity (calling your little angel a brat!) and lean back in his grasp, avoiding his searching lips. He follows with a growl, dipping lower and lower until you're bent almost uncomfortably backwards to catch your mouth against his. It's a ghost of a kiss: so unusually soft, so un-Bakugo that you almost don't notice the way his hands sneak up your body, the thick, burnt bits of fabric that have eaten through his gloves scraping up your skin.
Almost.
"Katsuki." His hands freeze a whisper away from the curve of your breast.
“Come on- I had a long day,” he huffs and puffs, but doesn’t move, waiting for your approval, “At least lemme kiss’em.”
He drops to one knee, craning upwards until only the hot, wet puff of his breath dancing over your skin. He’s clutching your waist tightly, hands drifting to your ass to hold your hips against his chest, firm enough you couldn’t wiggle away if you tried.
“Just a little kiss. That’s it. No tongue or nothing.” when you don't immediately protest, he pushes up, straightening his leg enough to peck one of your nipples, just as nicely as promised, but the immediate, unhinged groan vibrates across your skin. “They’re just so fuckin’ perfect. I just gotta-”
Another kiss, harder this time, with the faintest hint of suction, catches right off center of your nipple, followed by the pearly nip of his canines. It hurts, but the way he worships, the absolute admiration and love in each touch, has your pussy immediately aching. Before you can scold him, he's pulled away, watching your body with a hazy look.
“Goddamn." Bakugo presses himself harder into your other breast, hand cupping underneath, fitting as much flesh into his mouth as possible.
"Be gentle-"
He suddenly pulls away, those crimson eyes wide as he looks up at you and lios parted in a gasp. There's the slight sheen of wetness clinging to his bottom lip, not quite translucent... almost-
Milky.
When you try to step back, his fingers tighten, pushing upwards and in-- and the change of pressure, followed by a warm, thin trickle, immediately surprises you. You can barely will yourself to to look down and see it; the way you're spilling on yourself, down his knuckles. A single drop has rolled down to your ribcage, no longer warm but uncomfortably cold.
"Oh fuck." he mumbles. You almost apologize, flustered by your own body, when the flash of his tongue, swiping across his lower lip, sends a shiver down your body. He licks again, then again with long, thorough swipes to makes sure he gets ever single bit. "Oh fuck."
"Katsuki-!"
Bakugo bends over, burying his head into the droop under your breast, tongue immediately catching the lost droplet. Then, he guides himself back up, carefully following the already wet skin all the way up to his own gloves. You expect him to stop, but his tongue digs into the fabric before his mouth latches on, hungrily suckling every drop he can from his own hand. He stays like that for a long moment, eyes still closed in focus when he breaks away, a long spring of spit connecting his mouth to his knuckle.
"Why didn't you tell me-" he whispers it, half drunk on just the experience, hips grinding against your leg, "-That this shit was so fucking sweet?"
His mouth finds your nipple again and he sucks. Hard enough his teeth dig in, hard enough you're sure you'll bruise, hard enough his mouth almost immediately fills- when he moans, there's a hint of a wet gurgle. You're not sure if he even realizes he's moving against you, hips rutting in an off kilter rhythm.
It feels right in all the wrong ways, and yet you can't help put pull him closer, fingers buried in his blonde hair.
"God, no wonder you were being fucking whiney-" Bakugo rests his chest against your sternum, burying his head between your tits with a sigh, "There's so much of this shit. You sure our son's even eating?"
"Fuckin'-" he muffles the rest of his sentence into the plush of your body. When he pulls away, you watch his adam's apple bobs as he swallows, an unfamiliar, drowsy look plastered over his face.
You scratch your nails down his scalp with a whine, "I just make a lot!"
"Well, don't worry," He kisses up the valley, then moves to your other breast, tongue wasting no time. "I'll happily make sure you'll never get that full again."
The hazy smell of alcohol and cigarettes sticks to your skin, barely buried under the scent of sex. Getou watches from the bed, his legs tangled in the cheap, thin sheet, as you pull on his shirt, his eyes never leaving the hem as it falls, savoring every last inch of skin before it gets covered. The way his gaze continues to trail down your body, hungrily staring at the almost pearlescent wetness that's smeared down your thighs as if he's going to devour you once again, makes a chill down your spine.
"Sometimes I think you're the only good thing left in this fucking world." he mumbles it like it's a prayer, a soft plead for something you'll never fully understand. When he reaches for you, you follow, falling into his touch without a second thought, straddling his waist, his softening cock pressed against your sex like he'll take you again.
The ambient light of the moon, peeking through the window shadows, paints sad shadows across his features. You run your hands through his hair, pulling it back into a sloppy bun with all the gentleness and love you can physically muster, but it does nothing to make him look happier. It's been so long since you've seen humor in those eyes.
"That's a terrible compliment, Suguru." you tease, trying to pull a smile from him, "It's doesn't feel good to be the best of the worst."
He just stares back, devoid of humor, sliding his hands up your knees.
"So needy," Getou tuts as he squeezes the hem of your shirt between his pointer and thumb, lifting it ever so slightly until he can see where your bodies meet. The sight of him between your folds, just resting as if he belongs there, makes the corner of his mouth tug up ever so slightly, "Didn't I praise you enough earlier?"
You press a kiss against the smooth, perfect skin of his forehead. Despite the stress, despite the time, not a single wrinkle has started to form. If you didn't know better, you'd think he had simply stopped aging, forever frozen in his twenties. "It's never enough."
"I'm sorry," Getou tugs you in by the fabric until he's flat against you, head buried into the curve on your neck, breath heavy and thick against the dip of your clavicle. "Let me worship you correctly."
His teeth graze your pulse point- greedily catching you in his pearly grip for a moment past comfort. It hurts, but as his lips creep up and up, you want to hurt. He could destroy you, tear you apart at the seams, and you'd allow him.
"You're resplendent." he murmurs into your jaw, lips soft against the indentations his teeth left.
"Transcendent." He pushes his body into yourself, harder and harder until you tumble back into the down comforter. "Rapturous. Divine. "
Getou is too much and not enough all at once; every drag of skin is overwhelming, burning already overstimulated nerves and yet you want more. Every move is like worship, every kiss a silent psalm that only he knows.
"Preeminent." his hips rolls against yours and the spongy head of his cock barely catches against your opening. The angle is wrong -it makes both of you wince- but it doesn't stop him from trying again and again, just fucking himself through the petals of your pussy. When he finally slips inside, sinking his full length into you once again, it feels right- a comfortable, reassuring fullness. "Inimitable."
When he pulls back, his kiss swollen lips are parted into a smile you don't recognize. No humor, only something akin to sorrow. "The best of the worst."
One wide, sturdy hand pins you down by the wrists, stretching your arms as far above your head as they’ll go. Kuroo uses his long build to hold you perfectly still, knees parting your legs so wide that your calf hangs off one side of the desk and the other scrapes against his computer monitor, watching you writhe with a wild grin.
“You’re so pretty,” his free hand traces down your torso, thumb and pointer finger slowly popping the buttons of your shirt. Your pants are long forgotten, sitting in a pile right next to the door, leaving only your panties left to keep you warm. The aircon immediately hits your bare skin, a shiver raking through your body. The way you shake has you accidentally bucking up into him, the cold, cold metal buckle of his belt digging into the newly exposed soft of your stomach. Against your core, you can feel how hard he already is, practically pulsing through the cloth. “-And fucking desperate for it, apparently.”
“It’s freezing in here, Tetsu-”
“Excuse me, we’re in the office.” he dips down, nose pressed against your cheek, lips tracing over your jaw as he talks. The nip of his teeth further chastise you, “Address me properly.”
You whine, trying to turn your head and catch him in a kiss, but he pulls away- just fair enough to watch you strain for him. Every pull and wiggle just makes him smile wider, those dark eyes sparkling with hunger.
“Sir-” you finally relent, “Sir, please, just fuck me already.”
Kuroo sits up, jerking his head to the side to point towards the door as he busies his free hand undoing his belt. His briefs are bright red, a stark contrast from his conservative suit. “Shh. There’s people right outside.”
Of course there is. You can hear the low murmur of voices echoing down the hall, carrying out the day’s activities, completely oblivious to what was happening less than five feet away.
“You don’t want the whole office to know my secretary is a little slut, do you?” his voice drops so low you can barely understand him.
You arch your back, pouting your lips just the way he likes it, searching for a real kiss this time. “Only a slut for you, sir.”
His mouth finds yours and you’re finally hot, want blossoming under your skin. The wet pulls of his tongue searching for more and more, deep and all consuming until you can practically feel your brain misfiring-- the only thought you can manage to scrap together is him, him, him. He moans and mumbles into the kiss, all concerns of noise suddenly gone as he loses himself in grinding himself against you. The pretty pink head of his cock slips free on the elastic of his briefs and each kiss, each rut against you, has him glazing your skin with precum.
Suddenly, he lets go, freeing your hands. Kuroo suddenly leans back to fumble around the side of his desk, pushing around the drawer on the side of his desk. He comes back after a moment, tossing a foil packet on to your chest.
“Put it on me,” Kuroo whispers, running a hand through his tousled hair, “I want to feel your hands.”
Carefully, you rip the package open, gripping the corner with your teeth and tugging. Using your newly freed arms, you peel back the edge of his underwear and watch his cock fall free, heavy with it’s own excitement. A dribble of precum gathers at his slit and you brush it away with your thumb; the way it rips a gasp from him almost surprises you.
“Holy fuck-”
You pinch the tip and roll the condom down his cock, taking your time to alternate between firm touches and soft, trailing touches. When you reach the base, you continue, fingers ghosting over his cropped pubic hair before dropping low to cup his fat balls and roll them ever so slowly in your palm. With your other hand, you grip him. Through the thin latex, you can still feel everything, even the soft ridge that runs the length of his cock-
And apparently he can feel everything too.
“Holy fuck-” he repeats, louder, voice already starting to break-
“Shh.” you mimic, “There’s people outside-”
You squeeze him harder. “You don’t want the whole office to know my boss is a little slut, do you?”
listen. I can feel it in my bones. Yaku cums in his fucking pants the first time he gets steamy with someone. He just gets too excited and can’t help how good he feels or how much he feels
still thinking about dabi who convinces you that the only way to keep you warm at night is to spoon for body warmth... and of course it works better it you're both naked... and of course he's gonna get hard, you're pressed against him... and of course he's going to fuck your thighs a little bit.... just until you're wet all down your thighs and your pussy is throbbing against him...
and then of course he's going to stay there and wait until you beg for more
