content warnings: p in v sex, reader referred to as "girl" as in "pretty girl", caregiver kink, breeding kink, creampie, thigh riding, virginity kink, corruption kink, praise kink, d/s elements, impact play, titty sucking, guided masturbation
ushijima gets painfully hard taking care of you. he loves how dependent you become for every little thing - how your eyes get so sweet and gentle when you thank him for all he does for you. when he's cooking soup for you, his brain is a million miles away, off fantasizing about you fluttering around his fingers, your voice a hoarse whimper against the thick column of his neck. he doesn't care if you can feed yourself - he wants to see you willingly open your mouth when he tells you to, wants to make sure you have a belly full of nutrients before he parts your legs and noses between your folds. "it's good to have an orgasm when you're not feeling well. everyone knows that, my love."
sakusa has a breeding kink because of the ownership, the mess, the sheer fucking risk. you had a pregnancy scare once and it bricked him up instantly. now every time he's fucking you, he's promising to knock you up, smiling to himself when you clench and groan around him. he stuffs you full of cum and then fingers it back into you, fingertips expertly rubbing along the walls he's just coated white with his seed. you're a mess of his making, painted in his cum and soon to be swollen with his child.
daichi isn't stupid—he sees the way you look at him, virgin eyes all sweet and trusting when you tell him that you want him to be your first, that you trust him. he wishes he could ignore the possessive desire to take your virginity, to corrupt you so completely that no other man can ever lay claim to you in the way that he has. but he can't, not when you're whimpering in his lap, legs draped on other side of his thigh, swollen pussy beating in time with his heartbeat as he bounces you up and down. "i know, i know," he soothes. "feels real good, doesn't it, angel?"
oikawa is the sloppiest pussydrunk simp to ever exist. the second he's inside of you, he's moaning and whimpering, barely able to stop himself from praising you. "oh fuck baby -- my pretty baby, you feel so good. you're mine, right honey? all fucking mine?" he can barely control himself; the velvety suck of your walls along his cock feels unreal. "wish you knew how good you feel -- it's impossible not to fuck you full, sweet girl." he buries his face in your neck, hips erratic in rhythm, thighs flexing with every thrust. "please let me cum inside you, baby, please." his fingers dig into your skin when he feels you tighten around him. "oh fuck, right there? is that where you need me?"
kageyama lets you use him like a dildo - legs tied apart and your panties stuffed in his mouth. he's uncharacteristically noisy in his pleasure, grunting and groaning every time you shift your hips. "you like being used like this, don't you?" you smirk down at him. "mr. big strong volleyball player just wants his pretty dick wet." but all he's thinking about is the sheer athleticism of your thighs, how beautiful you look with sweat dripping down your face and in between your tits, and how desperately, violently, he needs you to let him cum.
tsukishima loves to fight and fuck. nothing gets this man harder than someone who goes toe to toe with him. what he didn't expect was how much he wants you to smack him across the mouth when he finally slides inside of you, how much he wants you to tell him he's not fucking you well enough. "slap me," he says. you flash the nastiest smirk before your palm rings across the side of his face. his cock twitches. "yeah. do that shit again, baby."
kuroo loves how smart you are; one of his favorite things to do is lay between your thighs and listen to you read to him, his face squished into your tummy and his arms wrapped around your hips. he loves it so much that your reading sessions often turn into him lazily licking between your folds for hours. a command for you to keep reading rumbles from his throat whenever your focus wavers, when the swirl of his tongue through your wet heat bucks your hips off the bed. "who said you could stop?" he pulls away from your clit. "i'm really interested in learning more about mycology, baby."
best friend!suna takes your "getting your tits sucked on can't feel that good" personally. he tells you it's a shame that no one's ever made you feel good like that, that you should make sure you don't like it before you entirely discard the practice. "plenty of people have sucked on my tits," you tell him. "none of them were me," he replies, all serious calm mixed with arrogant intent. you know you're fucked when he squeezes the heft of a breast in his palm, teeth scraping over your nipple. you arch into his touch. "see? the little princess just needed special treatment."
kenma is amazing at guided masturbation. he doesn't have the best game in person, but behind a keyboard, he's a master. his instructions for you are always slow and methodical, a careful exploration of the erogenous zones he knows drive you wild. you're so obedient, too, sending him voice clips when he tells you to, your pretty voice on display as you finger yourself slowly. his final message reads: please show me how pretty you look rn, along with a picture of his flushed face, leaking cock in his hand.
andy’s notes: trying to write again!! so have some bakugou breeding kink thoughts 💭
no matter how much you beg, katsuki won’t fuck you without a condom.
“that’s irresponsible.” he grits his teeth as he bottoms out. he loves the little squeeze between your brows that you make at the stretch. “how many times do I gotta keep telling you?”
(that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about it. doesn’t mean he’s not tempted.)
for example, he knows exactly what you’re doing when you dig your heels into his back and lift your hips up to pull his cock in even deeper. he sees that infuriating smirk before you tell him how badly you want him to fill you up.
and he can usually muscle his way through it. give you several hard cracks across your ass; that always gets you to stop caring where he cums.
and what makes him finally give in isn’t anything special. he’s just tired, leaning hard on the doorway to toe off his shoes, and he sees you asleep on the couch. blanket creasing your cheeks.
his heart does that thing that it always does around you. it squeezes so tight in his chest he feels, briefly, like he’s about to die.
he sweeps hair back from your forehead. “baby?” you blink your eyes open, drool drying on your chin. one of his old shirts envelopes you. it’s absolutely insane how much he loves you. “what ya doin’ out here?”
you fall into his chest, huffing in his scent. “waiting for you. stupid.”
that’s it.
he scoops you into his lap, and in the brilliant way he has with you, you know exactly what he wants. you undo his zipper, stroking his half-hard cock to stiffness, and line him up.
you cock your head. “condom?”
he doesn’t answer. just thumbs your clit and kisses you, licking into your mouth when you gasp in surprise.
“fuck the condom.” you’re so warm, so soft . “wanna feel you, honey.”
the pet name isn’t like him, and he can’t explain why he needs to use it - maybe because he knows he’ll be scooping you into his lap like this until he dies, and you deserve to hear the kind of sweet names he hears other couples use.
“i’m not on the pill —” but you’re sinking down slowly, anyway. “We could - fuck - you could actually knock me up, katsuki.”
he cups your face. through his exhaustion, he wears a feral, dazed grin.
“yeah.” he braces his feet on the ground and rolls his hips up, seating you fully on his cock. “but i thought you liked risk.”
sanemi loves fucking your thighs, especially if he comes home to you asleep. you just look so cute with your cheeks smashed into the pillow and his clothes draping your frame. you always like to wear something of his when he's away on missions, and seeing your bare thighs peeking out of his haori turns his cock to stone. he undresses and slips in beside you. you're so warm and soft; sanemi sucks in a breath through his teeth when you shift against him. his haori smells like you now, and that's all he can think of with you pliant in his arms like this, his cock throbbing along your lower back. careful not to wake you, he nudges your legs apart and settles himself between your silken thighs, pumping slowly so he won't wake you. slick gathers at the top of your thighs, little gasps falling from your mouth while he works himself slowly. "my darling wife, waiting here just for me."
giyuu is definitely a virgin when you two first meet, so when he realizes how much he wants you like that™, he does everything he can to avoid you. he doesn't know what to do with these feelings of possession and feral need that you evoke in him, so he decides that being on mission constantly will prevent him from slipping up and making you uncomfortable. after all, how likely is it that you like him, too? but then you corner him, demanding answers, and something in him collapses. "I need you," he admits, watching you closely for signs of disgust. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything." you answer by tugging his mouth to yours, gently guiding his inexperienced lips with your own. when he feels how wet you get for him later, your pussy soaking his chin, your hands tugging on his hair and telling him how well he's doing, he can't help but spill himself onto the sheets.
shinobu likes to experiment in everything she does, and how hard she can make you cum is one of her favorite pastimes. she'll coat the tip of her tongue with just enough venom to make your clit sting and buzz, jumping for attention while she spreads your wetness all over her fingers. "I know they're not very big," she says to you in that soft, lilting voice. "but they can make my pretty girl cum, can't they?" whenever you're out together, shinobu makes you wear vaginal beads soaked in an aphrodisiac of her own design, delighting in the way you squirm and shift throughout the night. "please stay still, dear," she'll tell you, eyes flashing in subtle warning. "you don't need to go home already, do you?"
douma lets you leave so he can hunt you through the woods, scenting your fear on the wind. he's silent in his capture; one minute you're gasping for air behind a tree, the next his voice is a sinister coo in your ear: "found you." his teeth sink into the meat of your neck as his arms cage you in close. "you're trembling, but your blood's sweet with your desire." one nail presses into the hollow of your throat. "did you want to be found, pet?" he hauls you on top of his thigh. "go on then, you dirty thing. get yourself off and make your blood sing." shame mixes into your arousal when you start shifting in his grasp, pressure building in your abdomen. he holds you upright as you cum. "maybe then i'll let you live, hmm?"
gyomei is too big - like battering-ram, will-kill-you-if-you-take-it big - and he knows it. he never pressures you to take his cock, is more than content getting you off with just his fingers, but you eventually get fed up with him evading your touch. "i want to please you, too," you wheedle and whine, and so he caves one night, letting you undress him, your soft hands stiffening his cock before he can stop it. he's so big and heavy that he hangs even when fully erect, and you can't help but be intimidated and a little in awe. just the tip of him is enough to make your pussy stretch obscenely, your legs spread wide to fit the width of his hips. "perfect," gyomei mutters, tears filling his eyes. "you feel so good, my darling." he doesn't finish inside you because he's afraid to lose control. he pulls out and finishes on your belly, rocking two fingers inside you to keep you full during your own orgasm.
akaza doesn't care how many times you've cum - if he thinks you can give him another, you're giving him another. he's memorized your tells, knows where to apply pressure and how, until you're a keening, babbling mess whose eyes never stray from his. "look at who's doing this to you," he'll say, your ankles up by his ears, one arm locked around your thighs. "look at how good you look defiled by a demon's cum."
okay but asking bakugou what his ultimate fantasy is and he's too embarrassed to tell you 🤭
"it's nothing special," he grits out, barely looking at you. "why you wanna know that badly?"
all you do is kiss the tip of his nose in response. he blushes red-hot.
"because it's your fantasy, katsuki."
his eyes shift over your face like he's trying to read the truth in your expression.
"you'll think it's weird."
you rock against the stiffening column of his cock.
"i swear i won't."
he exhales out of his nose like a bull.
"fuck. fine. ya wanna hear so fucking bad? i'll tell you."
he pulls you close, one broad palm skimming up your back.
"i think about coming home to you. seeing you readin' some shit on the couch in your pajamas or cooking in the kitchen - what you're doing doesn't fuckin' matter - it's the fact that it's my house you're doing it in."
he rakes his teeth over your neck and fills one hand with your breast, smiling into your skin when you shift needily in his lap.
"what else happens in this scenario?" you ask, breathless.
he doesn't respond.
you pull away and see that his ears are bright pink.
"kats?"
"don't freak out."
"what does that mean?"
"it's nothing bad."
"well, that's not really helping your case here - "
"fuck, woman." he tackles you and pins you underneath him. "i think about coming home to you. to my wife. to my pretty, annoying, spoiled wife who kisses me when i get home from patrol and then begs me to put a baby in her. happy now?"
you're about to fucking combust.
katsuki mistakes your silence for something else. "shit. this is why i didn't wanna tell you; i knew you'd think it was weird - "
"oh yeah, real freak behavior to want to start a family with me."
he scowls.
"y/n -"
"only joking, baby." you pull him down on top of you. "practice with me tonight, kay?"
he hates being sick; he hates being out of commission because he feels useless and therefore weirded out that you want to feed him soup when he's not even actively contributing to society.
(the first time he told you that, you gave him a look he's pretty sure was pity.)
when you sweep sweaty bangs off his forehead, he bites down on the inside of his cheek to bury the groan in his throat.
he doesn't know how to love like you do, with the kind of gentle affection apparent in every spoonful of soup you bring to his lips.
"you okay there, dynamight?" you glance pointedly at his lap, a playful glint in your eyes. "what's got you so distracted?"
well, fuck. he's so out of it he didn't even notice his dick swelling.
his ears burn. he has no idea how to voice that you mothering him is turning him on to the point of near insanity.
"it's nice," he says defensively, gesturing at you vaguely, but you don't miss a beat.
"i like taking care of you, kats." your hand settles on his chest, and you lean in close, a smile on your mouth that he wants to lick off. "i like that you let me."
your thumb sweeps back and forth on his sternum, a burning caress he feels at the base of his dick. he's a second away from grabbing your hand and thrusting it down his pants like a fumbling teenager, but you pull away, the smile on your mouth going coy.
"pretty sure my patient needs to rest up before he undergoes any rigorous activity."
honestly, i think the first time bakugou sleeps with you he’s almost overwhelmed by feeling. he finally has you right where he wants you, and the words just start tumbling out of him, awkward at first, his throat swelling around the sheer wonder that you like him back.
“how the fuck do people fall in love all the time?” he asks as he runs a hand over your waist, the other hitching your thigh around his hip. “feel like my chest is gonna fuckin’ explode every time I look at you.”
you smile wide and pull him down for a kiss. you kiss him in a way he didn’t know was possible, with desperation and deftness, like you’ve been kissing him in your dreams for months.
you guide his palm over your racing heart, and his own starts thumping like mad at the pet name.
“the feelings mutual, kats."
“i dunno, y/n." he shakes his head ruefully, searching for the words. "feels like I’m holdin’ an entire universe when you’re in my arms.”
immediately, your eyes well with tears. he starts to sputter, horrified he said something wrong. you cut him off with another kiss.
“you stupidly perfect romantic idiot,” is all you say, and he's not entirely sure if that's a good thing. he's not good at this, and this moment is probably exactly why, because he can't stop looking down at you and thinking something akin to gratitude.
you see him. all of him.
and you want him this desperately still.
so when he finally rocks inside you, both of your hands entwined with his, he has to suppress the i love you that bubbles in his chest.
(you already know. you've known forever, honestly, have probably loved him even longer, this stubborn, gorgeous, kind man whose every mannerism grew around your heart like a weed.)
so you say it first, and he's never loved you more.
cws: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, cigarette smoking, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink (ukai); dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation (tsukishima); panty-sniffing, masturbation (azumane); praise kink (yamaguchi); exhibitionism, public sex (sugawara); oral (f receiving), a MUNCH (sawamura); premature ejaculation (tanaka)
ukai’s guilty pleasure is smoking a cigarette while you give him head, the rush of nicotine spiraling up his spine as your tongue greedily laves over his weeping tip. one hand gently rests on the back of your head, lazily stroking your hair while he rocks his hips up into your throat. “keep suckin’ on it just like that, pretty girl. you know exactly what daddy likes, huh?”
tsukishima gets hard when you cry (this is like canon at this point). his goal is to get you so fucked out of your mind you can barely talk, tears streaming down your face at the combination of overstimulation and degrading filth falling from his lips: “what, the little pillow princess can’t even take dick without cryin’ now?”
azumane has the nastiest panty-sniffing problem. first time he went down on you he sucked your pussy lips through your panties until you were shivering and screaming, fabric completely soaked through. after he ripped them off and pocketed them for later, it became a habit. whenever he’s away from you, he can’t cum without huffing your scent in like a fucking dog
yamaguchi cums at the mere suggestion of praise. the first time you wrap your hands around his cock and whisper how pretty it is, he's shooting ropes of cum all over your hands and up his tummy, stuttering out an apology until you shut him up with a kiss
sugawara loves to fuck you in public. not where anyone can see you, no—he doesn’t want anyone to be able to look at you when your mouth is slack with pleasure and your eyes are up in your head—but if he can sneak off to a closet at a party or duck behind a building to fuck you up against a wall he’s doing it. claps a hand over your mouth with a mischievous smirk when you’re too loud, "darling, I thought you didn't want people to hear us?"
sawamura eats pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. he’s a giver, and nothing makes him harder than slinging the backs of your thighs over his shoulders and diving into your cunt. he’s sweet with it most of the time, threading his fingers with yours and lazily drawing circles over your clit, but sometimes he’s impatient to feel your cute little hole gush on his tongue and manhandles you up onto his face where he can lick you until you scream
tanaka almost always prematurely ejaculates if you’re making out with him on his lap. if you’re in a skirt and the slowly dampening heat of your pussy starts throbbing against him—man is GONE. he drags you over and over his cock, head thrown back against the couch, something almost like a whimper escaping his throat—"fuck angel - ’s not fuckin’ fair for ya to feel this good"
okay but permanently frustrated older roommate aizawa who won't fuck you because he thinks you're too innocent, he should know better, blah blah blah, but he caves the second you tell him no one's ever made you cum - and then he's patting his thigh and cupping your pussy through your underwear when you straddle him, biting a mark into your throat and fingering the edges of your panties, the heartbeat of your fluttering hole beating against the pads of his fingers. "this is only so you'll know what it feels like," he says, more to himself than you, because the second he feels the inside of your cunt and sees your eyes roll up in pleasure, he knows he's fucking fucked
