Summary: “That’s not my name.” Suguru’s voice is deep and dark, giving you no room for debate as he hovers over you.
You’re beyond gone. Your mind dropped off somewhere you can’t reach, any sense of comprehension left behind. It’s like you’re under water, miles and miles of deep blue sea above your face while the weight of it all presses you down, depriving you of any oxygen. And it feels good.
A/N: Hello! Just something short. I feel like I don't got any writers juice so I want to try writing a bunch of smaller pieces to get back into it. I've been a bit self conscious of my writing lately, so I hope just doing it will make me get over myself. Not everything has to be perfect. Sometimes you just write with your pussy and well, that's what this is. Comments and reblogs appreciated!
“That’s not my name.” Suguru’s voice is deep and dark, giving you no room for debate as he hovers over you.
You’re beyond gone. Your mind dropped off somewhere you can’t reach, any sense of comprehension left behind. It’s like you’re under water, miles and miles of deep blue sea above your face while the weight of it all presses you down, depriving you of any oxygen. And it feels good.
He had only just barely plunged himself inside of you, but sex is much more than that for Suguru. To him, sex isn’t an act that lasts for 10 minutes as soon as the two of you have alone time. No, it really lasts all day for him. The foreplay of it all, from the second he wakes up to when he finally gets his hands on you. He preps your mind, body and soul.
“S-Suguru, come on, it’s embarrassing.” Your eyes dart away. You say that but Suguru knows you love it just as much if not more than he does.
It’s not like you’re playing hard to get. You just need a little help sometimes, that’s all. And what is Suguru if not a helper?
“Sweetheart,” his voice is dipped in velvet as he noses your cheek, halting his progress in enveloping himself fully. “You wanna be good for me, right?” He licks the side of your throat. “You wanna be good for daddy?”
You whimper at that, and try as you might you can’t hide the way your walls clench around his cock. If Suguru was a weaker man perhaps he would make a similar noise.
“Yes…” you breathe out, digging your nails into his arms. He grins, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. He hums at that, finally kissing your neck slowly. “Yes daddy…” you bury your face into his arm. “Wanna be good for you.”
That’s exactly what he was looking for. Suguru latches his teeth into you, causing a yelp to release itself from your lips. He resumes his prior pace, pushing his cock deeper and deeper until he’s given you all he can and you’re full.
“I know baby,” he pushes himself up on both hands so he can finally get a good look at your face. So precious. “I know you wanna be a good girl for me.”
Your lip wobbles in time with his thrusts, your vision obscured from your own damn nerves. Each time you look up you see flashes of long dark hair encasing you and hot brown eyes. You refuse to keep yours open for long, but that’s okay. He doesn’t need you to watch, as long as he can that’s more than enough.
Suguru brings a hand down to find your clit, brushing it softly to hear you groan. You had already cum twice, but Suguru is nothing if not an overachiever.
“Feels too good, no more-“ Suguru ignores you, poking and prodding some more with a grin while you arch into him. “Daddy please,”
His heart swells. Don’t you know what you do to him? His perfect girl. He pushes your legs open, each hand on either side to give him more access to your cunt. Normally he lasts more than long enough, but he isn’t so sure tonight. The combination of hearing how soft you sound in conjunction with that name, well…
He loves it. Loves being the one to make you feel good. Loves laying on top of you, filling you up over and over again until you can’t walk straight. Loves being your daddy.
“So good baby.” He murmurs, your walls clinging to him as he fucks you. There’s drool spilling out the side of your lip, gleaming like a diamond from the light above. “Take me so damn well every time.”
Maybe it is a diamond. It may as well be. You make him feel like the richest man alive already.
Your legs hold onto Suguru, yanking him in closer. He rests his hands on your hips, keeping your body stable enough to fuck you. You’re twisting beneath him despite him not even touching your clit. Each time he presses into you, his pelvis applies just enough pressure as he rests his weight on you.
You’re getting close. He knows it.
“I- you’re gonna make me, fuck- daddy-“ you chant and his balls tighten.
Suguru’s eyes roll back in his head. “Shit, baby.” One, two, three, four more pumps before he can’t hold himself back anymore.
Your pussy holds him tight as he cums with you following suit. Suguru’s mesmerized by the faces you make, the pinching of your brow, as well as the shape of your plump lips. It almost makes him wanna go for a round two, but he knows you need a moment to recover. He pushes his face against your chest, inhaling your sweet scent as he comes down.
“I love you,” he mumbles into your skin. “So good for me, always so good.”
your room is like a sanctuary; poofy pink pillows, a silky canapé over your bed, and your fluffy duvet just melt your anxieties away at the end of the day. before bed you have a sort of ritual — after your extensive shower and skin care routine, you tip toe into your princess suite and shut off every light except the floor lamp next to the window overlooking the street.
you have a gorgeous vintage bench beneath the window that functions as your reading nook, complete with floral pink and cream cushions, lace curtains, and your favorite blanket. you’ve been loyal to your nighttime reading since you were little, always setting aside at least an hour to read before going to sleep every night. to really set the mood, you light your favorite cinnamon vanilla bean scented candle and put on a relaxing record.
humming along to lana’s soft voice, you shuffle to your towering bookshelf to look over its contents. the shelves are overflowing with books and knickknacks — most being calico critters and sonny’s angels that live happily amongst the hardbacks, complete with appropriately sized furniture for them. you carefully squeeze past the animal tea party you carefully set up to retrieve tonight’s read—
buzz buzz.. buzz buzz.. buzz buzz..
you sigh, your eyes softly closing in annoyance at your phone ringing against the wooden end table where it’s charging. one peek at the bright screen and you stomp over to answer.
“rafe? its 11:30.”
“yeah? what’re you doing up so late?” you can hear the smirk on his lips, and you roll your eyes.
“well, i was trying to read.” you snark, looking at the book in your hand and skimming over the summary on the back, pacing mindlessly over to your reading bench with the phone pressed to your ear. “what’re you doing? working?”
“nah, actually — i was just thinking about you.” in truth, he was supposed to be working, but the scotch in his glass distracted him. now he’s reclining in his office chair, tapping his pen against his wooden desk as he speaks. “missed you today.”
“mhm.” you muse. he’d invited you to come golfing with him, topper, and kelce but you refused. sometimes it felt like he was a completely different person with them, and you don’t want to be around that. you hadn’t heard from him for the rest of the day, until now.
“what? you mad at me or somethin’?”
“no.. i just — i’m frustrated! i wanted to see you.” you admit, throwing the book down on the bench cushion beside you. “and only you — not top and kelce — just you!”
“aw, pretty girl, m’so sorry.” his tone is almost mocking, clearly not actually apologetic as he slides his toned hand over the bulge in his pants. he really does miss you, and he certainly missed watching you prance around the country club in your mini skirts. even now you’re just too cute when you’re angry, it’s driving him crazy. “how ‘bout you lay down, i’ll help you relax, yeah? yeah.. lemme make it up to you.”
you pause, all of a sudden very aware of how his breathing has deepened. he couldn’t be.. “rafe? what’re you doing?” you ask again, listening closely to the muffled sound of his clothes rustling.
he has the phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder, both hands working to pull off his belt. “didn’t i just tell you to do somethin’, princess? go lay down.”
you blink like a deer in headlights — you want to stay mad at him, after all he had completely blown you off all day. but his gravely voice is already making you push your thighs together, you’d rather he take care of you than prove a point. “mm.. okay.”
“yeah, s’what i thought.” rafe breathes over the phone. you’re always so pliant for him, so desperate to please him you’d do anything he says. you jump onto your poofy bed, scaring your poor cat awake as you roll onto your back.
“wanna tell daddy what you got on?”
you look down your torso, manicured fingers dragging down your thigh as you try to stay patient. “just a tank top n those cute panties you got me. you know the pink lacy ones?” you play with the bow attached to the front of them in thought, remembering how he’d ripped them right off of you last time he snuck over.
“oh yeah? that’s it?” he’s amused, his smirk growing as he pictures you putting on practically nothing to go read. he groans at the thought, freeing his cock from his boxers. “i like ‘em better off.”
“i bet.” you bite your lip, giggling as your fingers slip under the thin fabric to pull them down. you want more than anything for him to appear at your door so he can take care of you properly, his encouragement over the phone just isn’t the same. “you should come here n help me.”
“oh, believe me, i want to. could sneak in the window and fuck you right — like you deserve.” rafe coos. “remember last time? had you on your back, spread out on your bed with your pretty legs around me.” the memory makes you whine, hips moving on their own in search of friction. “you playin’ with that pussy like i do, baby?”
you take that as permission, humming a soft, “mhm..” as you dip your fingers into your mouth to wet them, then settling them in between your folds.
“don’t tell me i’m gettin’ you all wet already, princess.” he teases, his smugness interrupted with a grunt as he slowly strokes himself to your soft moans. “such a good girl, see what happens when you listen? feels nice, huh?”
“ah.. rafe—”
“shh, i got you. you just worry about playin’ with that pretty pussy n daddy’ll handle the rest, a’ight?”
maybe it wouldn’t hurt to skip reading for one night?
Sugar Daddy Shouto makes you his live in sugar baby and after a week he finally has time to ask you to show him the things you've bought.
Mostly because he likes to see your eyes light up as you show him each thing you bought, loving the pure happiness in your eyes. Loved to see you star in your own "fashion show" twirling around in pretty fabric that he'd peel off so quickly just to sink in til his hilt.
But today you're a little shy, your shopping pile in the corner waiting patiently to be revealed to him and he pulls you between his legs as he sits on the edge of your bed.
"Come on pretty baby, show Daddy how I spoiled you." He says letting his hands cup the back of your thighs just beneath the curve of your ass. He gives a reassuring squeeze and waits for your confidence to grow again.
It was just so odd, you weren't normally this shy.
Still he looks up at you with expecting eyes, bringing one hand to the nape of your neck to bring you gently to him. Nose to nose before he kisses your lips softly moving his mouth to your ear.
"I'll have someone take it all back if you don't show me." A false threat from the stoic man but you didn't have to know that. Whining from both the sound of his velvet calm voice with a hint of a promise and the threat itself. Rubbing your thighs together before you wait for him to release your nape after you say softly, "I'll show you Daddy."
He watches you pull everything out. One by one and he is quickly starting to see lots of very expensive items. Not your usual shoes, dresses or jewelry.
No, no today it was something so much different.
A Tokyo Ghoul manga box set, a demon slayer box set with Nezuko's box, many loose manga from several ongoing series, and so many figures in their pristine boxes Shouto is starting to understand the 10,000 dollar charge on his credit card.
"See, silly stuff like I said."
"Do you like it?" He asks and you give him a pleading look.
"I know it's not clothes and-" He gets up so quickly that your voice gets caught in your throat, large warm palm cradling your chin constraining to his icy voice.
"Baby girl, I asked do you like it?" So icy it sends a chill down your spine.
"Yes Daddy I do." Once you answer his thumb slides over your cheek, catching the corner of your mouth as he sighs and softens.
"Then it isn't silly, is it?" He leans down and kisses you again just like before although this time a little more hungry. Normally he'd have you toss all the clothes atop your bed and mount you over them, smile curling on his lips as he thinks how he can't just fuck you stupid over a pile of manga and boxed figures.
So he'll settle for building your book shelves and watching you unbox every thing your pretty heart desired.
So … I get you won’t do Yan Morgan BUT HEAR ME OUT
Instead of keeping the cannon use a minigun as in make Morgan a divorced father/mother instead of a smelly rat eater that way you can alter Morgan and make them different from the original.
In short terms:
E.X.T.R.A B.R.A.I.N CELLS
Dilf Morgan??? okay, you know what I'll figure this out.
tw abuse | tw daddy tw | serial killers
-DILF Morgan who is very insistent on comparing you to their kid even though you look nothing like them and they are several years older than you.
-DILF Morgan. who looks surprisingly good for his age, but his vibes are terrible he's very creepy and he smells like seaweed.
-DILF Morgan who insists on making sure that you get home safe by giving you care rides but also insists on a hug or kiss as payment for those car rides.
-DILF Morgan who is always out at the park. you can sometimes run into him on your weekends and he'll sit and talk with you for a while. Makeing sure to make his life sound as pathetic as possible so you feel bad for him.
-DILF Morgan who keeps insisting you join him for walks around the park or strolls along the beach. he's not a bad guy. Why don't you just listen to him? he knows more than you after all.
-DILF Morgan who would rather choke than see you with anyone else ready to hiss and spit at people who approach you even your friends
-DILF Morgan, youre not even sure why you even indulge this creep it comes to a head when he tries to get you to call him "daddy"
-DILF Morgan, you know he's getting worse when day after day he's making sure you're as close as possible to him. he rubs your shoulders when you're alone. he spends his time at the park trying to "tease" you but it's overtly sexual and upsetting.
-DILF Morgan, he's got no respect for your boundaries and when you get into his car to get a ride back to the orphanage he doesn't bring you there instead he stops outside of an unfamiliar house and you fight him when he drags you inside.
-DILF Morgan. he's never been this cold or quiet. it feels like he's trying to scare you as he pulls you through a stark empty home with nothing on the walls.
-DILF Morgan who slaps you whenever you make a sound. who breaks your legs when you try to leave. who crushes your ribs with his hands when he feels disrespected and takes pieces of you away when you refuse to play with him.
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kae. the people demand to know. which fave has the biggest knot 🎤
beelzebub <3
i’m excluding my non-human faves from the running because i truly believe demon cock is massive!!! and whatever sukuna is packing ain’t fair to the humans, either. there is simply no comparison!
so, if i pool together my human faves, i have to enumerate the individuals with monstrous cocks. i believe it comes down to: madara uchiha, wakatoshi ushijima, issei matsukawa, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, ken ryuuguji, and zoro roronoa.
if i were to base dick size on height alone, the winner would be ushiwaka. if i had to base it on ego alone, it would be maddy daddy. if i had to base it on bias alone, zoro.
as for my impartial answer? toji. man is tall and built like a fuckin’ load-bearing wall! i refuse to believe there is anything but a beast dangling between those juicy thighs.
biggest knot award 🥇 goes to toji <3
honorable mentions go to all the other faves listed and daddy long dick (™️ kendall) kakashi hatake! i have too many blorbos and they all have giant, pussy splitting knots—i simply had to reason my way through this.
Thank you so much for your reply on my other request! Can I change it to poly Shigaraki with Dabi NSFW overstimulation and aftercare if possible please! Thank you!!
✧ pairing: poly!shigadabi x fem!reader
✧ wc: 1.3k
✧ warnings: switch!reader (usually doms but takin a trip to the subway™), dom!shigadabi, oral sex, overstim, double penetration in one hole, mentions of 'daddy' and 'sir,' brat reader, aftercare but like they're dicks about it kinda, spitting, 18+ MINORS DNI
✧ a/n: Hey thanks for requesting! Sorry it too me so long, but I love poly stuff so this was very fun. Hope you enjoy! Nothing but respect for my fav garbage bfs.
You liked to watch them when they kissed, nipping your way down one chest while your hand played with the other's. Liked the way it let you feel above the scene, unaffected while they ripped each other to shreds at your direction.
But this week was particularly taxing. Too many battles lost, too many missions failed, and that feeling of control had lost its allure. Maybe that was why you agreed to this in the first place.
And as things stood now, you couldn’t quite decide whether or not you regretted that decision.
“I told you to call me Daddy,” Dabi sneered, glaring down at you as his fingers pumped and curled in your cunt.
“Not fucking happening,” you spat, though there was no bite behind the words, not when your head was swimming with another rush of feel good chemicals—so elusive these days.
“You didn’t have any trouble calling the boss Sir when he asked,” Dabi’s movements coaxed your back off the mattress, but couldn’t quite get you to drop.
Tomura huffed from where his head rested on your thigh, clever little tongue lapping at your clit while Dabi pounded his fingers into you until you tipped over the edge for the umpteenth time that night.
“That’s cause I’m in charge asshole,” Tomura grinned as your pussy clenched with aftershocks. As Dabi worked you through the painful sensitivity, Tomura spat on your swollen clit and pressed his tongue flat to the skin. “Now make her cum again, I wanna feel it this time.”
As he spoke, a four fingered hand shoved Dabi out of the way so he could settle between your legs.
“No, fuck I can’t—“ you whined but cut off when Dabi smacked the side of your thigh.
“You’re gonna fucking cum as many times as it takes for you to stop bratting me,” he growled. “Now fuck her open for me boss man, I got something I wanna try.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Tomura snapped, biting at Dabi’s lips when he pressed in to tangle their tongues and a stapled hand reached down to stroke Tomura’s leaking cock, guiding him to press into you.
“She feel good? Must be fucking soaked down there, you fit right in.”
Dabi groaned against Tomura’s lips while you watched from below. This must be what they felt like when you were in charge, discussing their fate as though they couldn’t hear every devious word of it.
You were beginning to understand the appeal.
Dabi was right, you’d barely felt the burn of Tomura’s length splitting you in two, although it was replaced by another pain. All those nerves fried and oversensitive from cumming over and over had you squealing at the feel of more stimulation.
“Oh god,” you gasped as Tomura bucked his hips into you and Dabi’s thumb rubbed circles on your clit, the other on Tomura’s chest, toying with his nipples.
“How many times do I gotta tell you,” Dabi grunted, pinching your bud between his knuckles so hard you sobbed the sparks it sent through you. “To call me Daddy.”
“No way in hell,” you cried out, cresting another never ending high.
Dabi scowled over Tomura’s shoulder, eyeing the drool that dripped from your lips onto the pillow.
“Have it your way,” he said and gripped the other man’s hips to stop his thrusts. “Lay on your back, boss.”
Tomura shot him a dirty look and you could see the retort forming on his tongue though Dabi swallowed it quickly, easily maneuvering Tomura onto the bed and ignoring your whimper at the new empty feeling. Dabi took his time kissing Tomura into submission, the way he always did when you couldn’t quite hold the reins yourself.
Then you were being hauled into the air and replacing Dabi on top of him.
“That’s right you little bitch,” he whispered, forcing you to sink back on Tomura’s cock and pressing your chests together. “You take him so easy, I bet I know how to fucking wreck you.”
And Dabi was not about to make a liar of himself apparently, despite your skepticism of his claims.
After only two pumps of Tomura’s length past your folds, a pair of fingers was working their way in, beside the pulsing flesh.
“You’ve cum so much, I think you can take a bit more,” he mumbled over Tomura hissing under you at the feeling of fingertips against his dick.
Dabi didn’t give you much of a warning after taking his agonizing sweet time scissoring you open on his fingers before pulling away and lining up the head of his cock, sliding home against Tomura’s, snugly inside your aching cunt.
You might have cum again at that, or when they both started thrusting in tandem, sandwiching you between two panting bodies as their cocks brushed each other’s and your walls. Someone was biting your neck, someone playing with your chest and growling in your ear.
The pleasure of it was seemingly unending, one climax flowing into the next—indistinguishable.
Your memory was simply a blur of hot skin and the wet slap of your bodies together on the ruined mattress.
Maybe you did end up calling Dabi by his stupid little title.
Based on how sickly satisfied he looked laid up against the headboard, smoking a cigarette and lazily kissing his boyfriend between drags as was the norm. You looked on in a ruined heap from where they’d left you on the other side of the mattress.
On any other day, you’d have loved to just lay in your fucked out glory, watching them bring each other back to reality.
But they seemed to have forgotten with the power came a bit more responsibility.
Words wouldn’t come to you, so you were forced to simply whine until one of them surfaced. Tomura caught your eye first and cocked his head.
“What?” He grumbled, bleary eyed but crawling over Dabi to kneel beside you. Your legs fell open as you gestured to the mess between them and shuffled closer to him, resting your head on his thigh and pressing a little encouraging kiss to his softening dick.
He sorta got the message.
“Dabi,” he called softly and the other peered over.
“Oh shit, right,” he grunted, stubbing out the cigarette and grabbing for an old tshirt off the floor.
It wasn’t at all the caliber of care you generally provided but they were assholes most of the time anyway, so you counted yourself lucky to be getting anything at all.
“We really fucked you good, huh,” Dabi mused as he wiped over your cunt with the fabric and made you jump from the contact.
“Whatever,” you mumbled but there was a grin growing underneath it.
Tomura was shifting below you, moving to lay so you were face to face and he could press your foreheads together. He kissed you then, like he did to Dabi— which was perhaps simply the only thing he knew to do in this situation—huffing something about ‘that annoying shit always hogging you.
A warm weight settled at your back and another mouth descended to your neck. They were a bit rough, clumsy in their efforts, but they were making an effort which you considered a victory in and of itself.
This was new to you anyway. You couldn’t really complain since you weren’t sure what you wanted to begin with.
It was nice though—all three of you, tangled up and swapping spit in between dozing off.
And it certainly helped you forget whatever you’d been trying to escape from.
You couldn’t recall it even now, too focused on the ache between your legs and the two pairs of hands finding their resting places intertwined above you.
summary: you expect to spend the night relaxing while bakugou spends time with his friends, until game night gets cut short and you become the center of his attention
cw: porn with little plot, daddy kink, praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex, a lil cum eating (idk if it counts but just to be safe), he carries the reader (he’s strong, he could carry you), a lil fluff as a treat, aged up characters, established relationship
a/n: posting for third time hoping to show up in the tags ✌
“DIE, YOU NERDS!”
Chuckling to yourself as you hear Katsuki scream obscenities from the game room, you continue your work in the kitchen making dinner. Standing by the stove and waiting for the water to boil you can’t help but miss his presence, even if he’s only a room away.
Your thoughts drift through various ideas: what are you going to do for the rest of the night, if your favorite fanfic has had an update come out, what Katsuki’s schedule looks like next week… Your thoughts always drift back to him, the love of your life and you can’t help but be jealous of his keyboard right now.
Gaming night with the boys was—as much as he would never admit it—one of Katsuki’s favorite things. He missed seeing his friends every day like back in their UA days, but since becoming a pro hero, getting engaged, and buying a house he has had to shuffle his priorities around. Usually, you spend the whole evening trying to relax as his shouting soothes your eardrums from the other room, but tonight is different as his footsteps suddenly sneak up behind you.
Grabbing your hips, he pulls you back into him. “Hey princess, I’ve missed you.”
His voice is huskier than normal, sending vibrations right to your core. His hands grip your hips tighter and you push your ass back into him.
“Katsu! I thought you were playing games tonight?” Your question sounds whinier than you intended but right now you couldn’t care less.
He hums behind you, grinding his growing erection into you some more before muttering, “Denki had to stop, early patrol tomorrow.”
He turns you around and picks you up so you are sitting on the countertop, hands skimming down your sides until he is gripping at your hips again. Stepping between your thighs to get closer to you, his eyes rake up your body taking you in. Your breathing is heavy, making him chuckle.
“You’re so worked up already, have I been neglecting my pretty girl?”
If you weren’t so turned on, you would have rolled your eyes at him, but all you do is whimper. You pout as he smirks at you, moving his hands under your shirt to rub your soft skin with his thumbs.
How he is able to turn you into a whimpering mess with just a few actions is always a surprise to you, but it has been a few days since he’s given you this much of his undivided attention.
His mouth is just a breath away from yours as he stares at your lips. “Guess I’ll have to make it up to you.”
Ghosting his lips over yours, toying with you, trying to drive you crazy. Surging forward, you try to capture his lips, but he pulls away just out of reach. As you beg him with your eyes to kiss you already, he licks his lips and lets out a deep groan before crashing his lips onto yours.
Tongue and teeth clashing into each other, he reaches one hand around your back, pulling you closer to him, while the other traces up your body to your neck. Angling your head, he kisses you deeper. A moan you didn’t even know you were trying to keep down emerges, breaking the kiss.
Feeling entirely too hot, you grab the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head, quickly following it with your bra. Sucking in a breath as you expose your chest to him, he follows your lead, throwing his shirt across the room. Your eyes watch your fingers as they ghost across his abs before they move slowly up his body, bringing out a shudder from Katsuki. He’s holding his breath, waiting for you to make the next move. When your hands make their way up to his neck, you meet his gaze. His eyes are hungry, consuming your soul. It feels suffocating, but you can’t look away.
He moves his lips back to yours needily. He peppers kisses down your face before starting his assault on your neck. He starts out lightly kissing your skin at your pulse point, but as you moan more, he can’t hold himself back. He sucks and bites at your weak spots, intending on leaving his mark. His lips start to ghost down your chest as he moves his palms from your waist to your breasts, kneading them before attaching his mouth to one of your nipples.
Moans escape from your mouth as your hips move on their own against his cock. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans and your mind goes numb at the thought of him. Your hand reaches down to rub him through the fabric and you feel him pulse under your palm.
“F-fuck. Keep doing that, princess, and I’m gonna cream my pants,” he whispers breathlessly. He must be as frustrated as you if he’s already this close.
Looking down at him, you bat your eyelashes and whisper, “I’d rather you cum in me, daddy.”
A guttural moan leaves his throat. He suddenly turns to the stove - shutting off the burner that you had completely forgotten about with a slam before moving his hands back to your body, gripping under your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck as he effortlessly picks you up off the counter. Wrapping your fingers into his hair, he resumes his assault on your neck as he makes his way to the bedroom.
He places you down on the edge of the bed and you stare up at him. His body looks like it’s glowing. A thin sheen of sweat on his skin, fiery eyes roaming all over your body, and with some of his hair sticking to his forehead, you think he looks like a god. He slowly starts to take off his jeans, dragging them down his hips slowly. He’s teasing you, knowing that you are getting wetter from watching him.
His cock springs free and you gasp, realizing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The sight of it makes your core clench. You desperately wish for it to be in your hands, your mouth, your cunt, honestly anywhere on you at this point.
“If you see something you want, you know you just have to ask for it,” he says as he closes in on you. His body encompasses yours. Looking down from above you, surrounding you in all of his heat, he places his hands on either side of your hips, waiting.
“Please, Katsu. I just want you.”
He lets out a small “tch” before reaching down to pull off your pants and underwear.
“You already have me, dumbass,” he says affectionately.
Your eyes meet and bask in the tender moment before his lips are on you again. Scooting you back on the bed, he climbs on top of you. Your lips meet in a frenzy, swallowing each other’s moans before they can escape. Both of you lose yourself to the kiss, tongues meeting in unison. He pulls away from you and you groan at the loss of contact.
His hand runs down your body, before dipping between your folds. A groan leaves him. “Fuck, baby. You’re already so wet for me.”
He gathers up your slick on his fingers before he brings them up to his mouth. Keeping his gaze locked with yours, he places his fingers in his mouth and moans. His eyes flutter as he sucks them clean. “You always taste so good. Mmm. If I didn’t need to fuck you so bad I’d eat your cunt out for hours.”
You can’t help but feel your empty hole flutter at the thought, but you agree. You are way too needy right now.
“Please, Katsu. Fuck me already. I need you, daddy.”
You can feel his body shudder when you drawl out those last words. He’s losing his composure and it’s exactly what you need right now.
He slowly spreads your legs out wider for him. He slides the tip of his cock against your clit and through your folds, drawing out moan after moan from you. And from the looks of it, Katsuki looks like he isn’t faring any better. He’s concentrating on not cuming already and he’s not even inside you yet. He places his elbows on the bed next to your head as the tip of him slides inside of your wet cunt, stretching you so deliciously. You missed his cock so much, even if it’s only been a few days. He pushes in you slowly and when he finally bottoms out, you both release a small, “fuck.”
His lips move against yours as he slowly pulls out before slamming himself back in, hitting that perfect spot inside of you. You break the kiss, arching your back, not being able to concentrate on anything except how he feels inside of you, as he keeps a steady pace fucking you expertly.
Your walls already fluttering around him and he moves his hand down to thumb at your clit. “Gonna cum for me already? That’s my good girl.”
At his praise, you feel your whole body tense. Your orgasm races through you, causing you to cry out his name like it’s the only word you know, vision turning black as you see stars, and your head swims in your high. His hips stutter as he lets out a string of curses before he pushes his cock deeper into your dripping cunt, spilling his cum into you.
He stays inside of you as he relaxes his body, putting some of his weight on you. Both of you are trying to catch your breath, as he looks down at you and smiles.
“I love you so much, you know that?”
You grin back at him, looking into his eyes that are so full of love and tenderness. “Yeah, I know, Katsuki,” you reply.
You kiss his nose, causing him to blush and you laugh. “Really, you just fucked the life out of me, but one kiss on your nose has you blushing? You’re so cute.”
He pulls out of you, rolling his eyes, and retorting, “Shut up, dumbass.” He climbs off the bed as you laugh. You roll to your side, watching him and following his ass with your eyes as he picks the discarded clothing off the floor. He reaches out a hand to you to pull you off the bed. “Lets get cleaned up and figure out dinner.”
You accept his help, using his hand to anchor yourself while your legs return to their non-jelly form. He kisses your forehead once you’re stable and as you make your way to the bathroom, he slaps your ass.
“Keep doing that, Katsu, and we’re gonna have to go for round two,” you tease.
He pulls you back into his warm embrace and wraps his arms around you. “Oh yeah? If we order takeout, I bet I could get two more rounds in before the food gets here.”
You laugh while he goes to find his phone to order from your favorite restaurant. You can hear him yell from across the house. “They’ll be here in 40 minutes, get back on the bed!”
God, you were in for a long night, but with Katsuki you wouldn’t have it any other way.
