you haven't seen him since the day the karasuno team said goodbye to him at narita airport, he comes down from the stairs and he moves differently, he's taller and his muscles are so defined that they show through his gray cotton shirt.
his smile is still as bright as you remembered and next thing you know is that his toungue is shoved into your mouth, frantic hands sneaking under your shirt, he is moaning onto the kiss and he is rubbing his hardness against your leg, he is eager and has you on your knees before you know it.
he is thicker that you'd have eexpected and he fucks into your throat desperate, firm grip on the nape of your head to keep you from pushing apart. the tip of his head hitting the back of your throat has you gagging, and with every shove you can feel your cunt clenching around nothing, your palms are holding to the hard muscle of hinata's thighs.
his head is thrown back and he mumbles words of encouragment as he reaches his peak. he can't believe how pretty you look like this, your eyes are watery and the squeelching noises of your lips bobbing up and down around his hot members fill the empty expanse of the hallway he dragged you to before he even gave you a chance to speak.
just, post brazil hinata having learnt how to make girls get on their knees for him and to later fuck them so hard that that he has the screaming their pretty pussy around his cock.
Little pops and the smell of burning caramel permeate the room. The sound of his voice, rough from screaming but not letting up in ferocity. You know you’re flinching, over and over. It gets even worse when Bakugo smacks over a vase on the floor. Glass shatters on the soft, carpeted floor. His face gets especially close to yours, teeth bared in a grimace and voice as acidic as the taste of the drugs he gives you. In a blind moment of unthinking panic, you scrabble back on the carpet. Mind only on the monster in front of you. Your palm splits, porcelain digging into flesh Bakugo made sure was soft and unblemished. He’s not going to be happy today.
“Fuckin pathetic. Look at you, crying your eyes out over a little vase.” He rolls his eyes, sneering as the harsh words roll over his tongue and into the air.
“It hurts Bakugo…”
“The fuck did you just say?” His red eyes snap to your mouth, hands curl into fists before releasing little pops of explosions. You flinch and shut your mouth. “C’mon, out with it you cow.”
“Y-you hurt me.” His eyes widen slightly, and you can hear his labored breathing shallow slightly at your admittance.
“Stand up” The room isn’t quiet - breaths short and sharp punctuate your whimpers and Bakugo is barely containing the little explosions you know are as much a nervous habit as anger. As his red eyes stare into you, you’re not sure who’s more scared.
“I said, stand the fuck up!” A loud “boom” sounds from his left palm as the scent of smokey sugar seeps into your nose, suffocating you.
“Yes sir.” You quickly stand, pain in your palm still throbbing. He grunts and circles round you once. Seeing no problem with your front or back, he gives an order.
“Be a good little pet and hold out your hands.”
“Y-yes Bakugo.” Stiff as a board, you lift your hands, keeping them straight and postured for easy access.
“Your palm.” The gruff tone of his voice drops. “It’s bleeding, open it.” His fingers needlessly pry gently at your already open hand, a cloth he always has on him starts to absorb the blood that was dripping from your palm.
“The vase, y-you-”
“Use your words.”
“You broke the vase a-and” He’s removed the glass and is carefully - gently wrapping the cloth around your palm. “And you hurt me.” Breath stops flowing as Bakugo’s hand - gentle hand - wraps around your neck.
“You fuckin cow.” He’s smirking as he lifts you off the ground. Your hands, though one has been bandaged, are clawing at Bakugo’s wrist, you’re kicking and fighting and you can’t breathe and he’d never hurt you. “You know I’d never hurt you.”
“B-bu-”
“Shut the fuck up, sweetheart.” The edge in his tone is mocking and the squeeze to your throat leaves you with tunnel vision. “It looks to me like you wanna get hurt.” He drops you and immediately you begin to cough on air that comes rushing back to your lungs.
“N-no-”
“Why’d you poke yourself with a stupid ass piece of glass then, huh?! Got any fucking idea how many arteries are in your palm?”
“Bakugou I didn’t know-”
“Of course you knew. How the fuck didn’t you hear a vase shatter? Your cow brain affecting those ears of yours?”
“I can hear your bullshit about not wanting me to be hurt.” Bakugo growls as you speak. “You just want to be the only person who can hurt me!” The air in your lungs has barely returned and this is the first time in months you’ve raised your voice.
“You such a little bitch that you think I'd hurt you?” You gasp for air, maybe if your lungs are full, you can talk him out of this, tell him you're fine - go back to your room - anything but be on the floor looking up at his red - boiling over like lava, threatening to melt you - eyes. “Fine. I’ll hurt you if you really want me too, you painslut.” Air doesn’t come quickly enough and you are still trying to breathe to speak when he roughly takes hold of your wrists. The sweaty hands feel rough around them as you shake your arms desperately to try and free yourself from Bakugo’s grasp.
“Too bad I don’t have any rope.” His eyes are so stern and his smirk a little forced. “You’ll just have to be good for me.” Once the words escape his mouth, his grin is a little more natural as he tightens his grip. “C’mon now, look at me! You wanna be hurt so bad and baby, I fuckin live to serve you.”
You're still surrounded by shards of glass that normally would've been cleaned up while you were forced to sit in your overly padded room. A rough hand collides with your cheek and finds its way into your hair to give a harsh tug up.
“I said look at me slut!” You look at the ground, uncaring of the pain in your scalp. “Fuck, you really wanna be hurt.” He laughs mockingingly. “I’ve been treating you all wrong, I shoulda known a whore like you wants to be hurt.” His hand leaves your hair only to grab your chin roughly and push up. Muscles strain in your neck as you fight to keep your head down. “Fucking look at me!” His voice roars and as you flinch his fingers lighten their grip for just a millisecond. The roar floods your ears as you look up at his other hand, slowly moving down to his zipper.
“Open wide sweetheart.” You glance up at his face with apprehensive eyes, met with darkened crimson and a tongue dragging along his lips. “Open those cocksucking lips for me baby. I know you like it rough.” Fingers pull at your bottom lip, and the taste is sweet and acidic, like caramel dipped pineapple. He prys softly at first and when your teeth still grind he yanks harshly at your chin and shoves a finger in your mouth. His other hand reaches down, palm resting on your cheek as he keeps your teeth from meeting.
“Be a good little slut and don’t bite, got that?” You blink twice, unable to move your head as he removes his finger from your mouth and moves it down below his waistline. You can hear a groan as he pumps his cock. His hand stays there and you almost try through open teeth to murmur a “Stop” before the salty taste of precum mixes with the sweet acidity of nitroglycerine. Your nose pressed flush against bushy blonde hair and the burning caramel smell mixes with a more pungent musk. He removes his thumb from your mouth and positions his hand firmly in your hair, getting a solid grip. He lets his cock sit in your dripping mouth for roughly thirty seconds before he takes his first thrust. His cock hits the back of your throat. The feeling makes you want to vomit and you move to pull away from him immediately. If not for the tight grip on your head, you’re sure you would’ve gotten away but instead he speaks in a rough, low voice.
“Slut can’t take my cock? Too bad.” And he gives another sharp thrust as the slap of skin fills the room. “Your little throat just-” He lets out a hushed groan as he fucks your mouth again. “Tightens so good baby.” Another thrust and his dick lingers in your throat as you heave slightly, mouth frothing with saliva. “Fuck - what if I just pinched your nose shut and you passed out with my cock in your mouth?” You try not to look at him, really try. But your eyes must flit up for a small second. “You’ve got such cute eyes baby, just begging me to fuck that tight little throat like I mean it!” He picks up his speed, already swollen lips feeling stretched too wide around his thrusting in and out. In and out of your throat, but never leaving your mouth. You look into his eyes, and hope he knows what you mean with the biggest doe eyes you can make.
“Yeah yeah-” His voice isn’t as calm as it might’ve been a minute ago, it’s strained, taught like a string about to snap. His thrusts, which were already erratic, speed up with small growls and groans of “Like that baby-” “Gonna fucing- yeah.” and “You take my cock so good.” He lets out a loud groan that reverberates on the walls as he finally pulls from your mouth, however slowly it is. There's hot, salty cum in your mouth and he’s still coming on your face, ruining your clothes.
“S-shit sweetheart- look so good covered in my cum.” He finally drops your arms which are sore and feel like they’ve been bruised and with his hand, thumbs over your cheek softly. “Can you say ‘I love you?’” Your tongue is still coated with thick white liquid that you just know he wants swallowed. You gulp it down quickly, acrid tang of salt and sugar mixing and slowly it passes down your sore throat and open your mouth, lips still painted the same white. You try to speak, yet all that comes from your throat are small rasps of “I” but you smile - if he thinks you enjoyed it, he wouldn’t do it again right?
“I knew you’d love it, you slut. Next time, you will pass out on my cock, like that baby? Wanna pass out with your mouth full of daddy’s cock?”
— just ushijima sharing his girlfriend with goshiki
▪︎virgin!goshiki, 18+ goshiki, ushijima offering his girlfriend to goshiki cause that's what good senpais do, dub-con, f!reader, not proofread
he's been pinning over ushijima's-san, cute and girlfriend, he admires him so much so of course he thinks he has the best girlfriend, you smell so nice and your skin looks so soft and you look so pretty when you look up at him through your lashes.
he really wants to touch your hair, it looks so silky, you come at him in his dreams, he remembers that time he caught you making out with ushijima-san, you pressed against a wall and ushijima's hands groping your titts.
so when his admired senpai offers you as a present for him, for becoming a fine ace, well, he's thrilled. you kneel in front of him and his face goes completely red, you take him in your mouth carefully, and he really wants to remember how pretty you look right now, but you've barely gave him a few licks and gentle sucks at his sensitive head when he is pushing into your mouth forcefully.
he doesn't realize that you are choking, that his hands are gripping fistfuls of your hair with too much force, slick wet noises fill the supplies room as he listens to you gagging onto his cock. he really wants to last longer, but you feel so good, your tongue rubs against a prominent vein at the base of his cock and he is sputtering thick ropes of cum into your throat before he can help himself.
he apologizes to ushijima, he didn't mean to ruin his pretty girlfriend like this, but "it felt too good".
and he is so relieved when his senpai tells him to not worry. ushijima looks down at you, your chin is covered in slick fluids, a mix of cum and your own drool that is dripping to your chest.
-ushijima goes by your side and helps you to get up, you're kinda dizzy and feel lightheaded and goshiki looks at you with an avid expression.
you are about to start cleaning yourself when ushijima yanks you to the side, you trip and land against the tower of mats by your right, and you can feel ushijima spreading your legs apart with his own leg, your skirt rises above your ass and you can feel the heat traveling to your face.
"toshi?" you tilt your face backwards to encounter the always unaffected expression on your boyfriend's features, and if you didn't know him so well you would miss the glint of lust on his eyes.
ushijima knows this wasn't part of the deal the two of you made, but can you really blame him? he's not one for jealousy —not always, at least—, he is really proud of his kôhai.
he yanks your panties down despite your protests, the cold air against your slick arousal run a bolt through your spine and ushijima spreads your lips obscenily wide for his kôhai to appreciate.
you whine and trash against the intrusion of two of his thick fingers on your tight channel, and you nearly die of embarrassment when you hear goshiki's excited voice behind you.
"so pretty".
"yes". you catch the hint of pride on ushijima's stern voice and you involuntary clench around his fingers.
you can't see it, but goshiki's eyes light with lust and he feels his cock getting hard again.
"why don't you taste her?"
goshiki nearly comes on the spot.
your protests fall on deaf ears, and ushijima's harsh palm smacking against on of your asscheeks is enough to keep you on the spot, this isn't for you, this is a present for his kôhai, you really shouldn't be so selfish, can't you see how excited goshiki is?
Doesn't matter how people write Tamaki,, this man just makes me crazy, not that I'm original enough to fantasize anything actually crazy though. But your writing, specifically just made me think about how HE would actually go crazy if his s/o do some specific things to him. he would get so overwhelmed 🥴 i could die... like if she worshipped his coc k ?? without his quirk even involved! if she begged him to fill her with his cum¿? normal things but I'm sure the boy could pass out
Tamaki would absolutely short-circuit if you so much as TOUCHED his penis but his s/o wanting to be facefucked??? He'd LOSE it, he'd fuck your face senseless and end up crying from how good it feels.
And asking to be bred by with those inflated balls??? He's going to bust the moment he sees you on your back with your legs up. Needy Sensitive Boy I LOVE HIM
