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Denji Uses Your Thighs Like A Good Boy by paunchiko S
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Kokushibo x You!FemReader 18+
WC: 298 / Content: NSFW. Slight blood warning.
Kokushibo kisses you aggressively then pushes you down on to the futon, pinning you underneath him.
"You're gonna take all of it," he lowly growls into your ear as he tugs his pants down urgently, already throbbing for you, each pulse leaks out pre at the tip. The effects aphrodisiac is taking full effect.
"What's gotten into you?" You ask not knowing why he's this intensely in heat all of a sudden.
Pinning your wrists above your head with one hand his eyes gleam with feral intensity. "You know exactly what's going on with me."
Kokushibo crashes his lips onto yours messily with teeth, tracing his free hand down your side. Urgently he grips on to the fabric of your kimono and tears it completely off with one loud rip.
"Kokushibo-" You pant a breathless protest into his mouth.
"Stop talking," he orders. "Just feel."
He grabs on to your thigh roughly, hikes around his hip and jerks into the outer folds of your pussy and descends his mouth on to your collarbone. Kokushibo bites and sucks bruises on to your skin.
"Ohh fuck-" A moan escapes you rolling your head back into the pillows.
A deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest and ruts against your outer lips again.
"You sound pretty. Wanna hear more." He purrs against your skin, kissing slowly back up to your neck. Presses another kiss over your pulse then sinks his fangs down, breaking skin.
"Ahh-!" Your body jerks from the sting but only to be held down by the weight of his, arching into him, causing more friction.
With another groan as he tastes the blood that flows sweetly into his mouth he sheathes fully inside you with one brutal thrust. A broken groan escapes into your skin.
"F-fuck.. so tight.."
Note: Hopefully this one isn't as rushed as some may have seemed. Feel like I'm losing my edge lately and hopefully I'm not. Hope you liked! <3
contents: general headcanons, bf!megumi sfw, and bf!megumi nsfw
general headcanons:
- megumi cuts his own hair, he likes the generally messy appearance of it and he cuts it unevenly on purpose (but also because he isn't that great at cutting hair)
- he much prefers savory food and snacks to sweet stuff. he says too much sugar gives him a headache
- outside of his jujutsu tech uniform most of the clothes he owns are baggy, he much prefers a loose fit to tighter clothes
- given that he's quiet and spends a lot of time on his own he really enjoys reading. some of his favorite nights are when he's able to catch a break from missions and relax in his room with an open book, completely absorbed in the media and forgetting about his day
- megumi gets stressed out really easily and doesn't know how to cope with it, he just lets it build up until he breaks
- he has zero games on his phone. none
- his social media profiles all have the default profile picture and his instagram doesn't have a bio. additionally he hates when people post pictures with him in it and will ask people to remove tags if they tag him in a post
- he's a generally dry texter and often will react to messages with the thumbs up option instead of responding. he'd rather talk in person if possible
- megumi has a small collection of pictures dogs he's seen while out and about on his phone since his shikigami don't show up on camera. he really loves dogs
- he'd never show it or admit it but he has an emotional attachment to some of his shikigami
- despite nobara making fun of him for "drinking black coffee only when girls are around" he genuinely prefers his coffee black. it's too sweet for him otherwise
- he listens to a lot of rock, grunge, alt, and punk-rock and/or pop-punk music. honestly anything with good guitar and drums he's into. he doesn't really have a favorite band or artist, he just listens to whatever songs sound good to him
- megumi only owns one pair of shoes and doesn't replace them until they're so worn down that they have holes in them
- he's a little bit of a neat freak, since things outside tend to stress him out a lot he likes keeping his space clean because it's something he can actually control
sfw bf!megumi:
- his love language is quality time and acts of service
- megumi loves sitting in comfortable silence with you while you both do your own thing. it makes him feel oddly close to you
- he enjoys doing things to make your day easier without you asking. if you drink coffee he'll brew your cup before you wake up and leave it for you. it's small things like that, but they all add up
- it takes him a really long time to warm up to physically affection. in the beginning he nervously inches away when you reach for his hand or lay head on his shoulder. after weeks of easing him into it he starts to accept it, but his chest still feels tight. it takes months and a horribly rough day for megumi to initiate anything physical, but the day had worn him down enough that all he wanted was to be in your arms. he let himself melt into the warmth of your body and finally felt safe from everything going on, able to relax at last. maybe this wasn't so bad
- he gets cuteness aggression really easily (as seen by him smacking yuuji over the head in the anime so many times)
- megumi gets a lot more affectionate when he's sleepy, it comes easier since he doesn't have the capacity to overthink it. he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and murmurs soft words about how he loves you
- since he's very observant he's really good at getting you gifts. he notices how you look at things you want but won't buy and he remembers your favorite snacks and candies. most of his gifts are practical (i.e. if you need warmer clothes for the winter he'll but you thick hoodies in colors you like to wear) but he doesn't mind splurging to get you something that will make you happy
- he doesn't argue with you, any issue between the two of you is a respectful conversation, he would never want to actually fight with you or raise his voice with you. having hard conversations rips him up in ways he could never have imagined and the next couple of days he is doing anything he can to make it up to you and make you feel better
nsfw bf!megumi:
- contrary to popular belief megumi is not a whimperer... he is a grunt/groaner. the sounds he makes are deep, sometimes akin to a growl. he tries to remain quiet, sometimes even biting down on something to choke back the wanton moans that are in his throat
- however, he does whimper sometimes when he's about to cum or if you're riding him. when he's more submissive and his brain goes blank he tends to let whines and whimpers slip out
- he's a switch. being dominant/submissive really depends on his mood that day. even when dominant he usually is not very rough with you but if he's in a mood from stressful or negative events he can get rough
- he's not necessarily jealous, but he is possessive. megumi is not the type to open up and be vulnerable with people, so to him the intimate bond between you two is incredibly important. he doesn't want to lose the thing he worked so hard to let himself feel, you're his, and he's wholly yours
- he doesn't have a naturally high sex drive and before he got into a relationship he hardly ever jerked off. he never felt the need to
- megumi is a bit vanilla but he is really into praise (giving & receiving), choking, overstimulation, he could potentially get behind light bondage (cuffs/tying wrists) and he is a fiend for face sitting. if you wanted to try anything he would most likely be down with trying it once or twice
- when he chokes you he just applies light pressure on the sides of your neck, his chest pressed up against yours and his lips attacking the exposed skin of your jaw. low moans escape his lips, echoing straight into your ear. the closeness of this position drives him insane, he feels dizzy from it
- he was very eager to learn how to make you feel good. he's ashamed to admit it but he went online to research the right ways to please a woman. early on he nervously asked you to tell him if something didn't feel good, but it didn't take long for him to catch on when he was doing something right. your soft moans and how you pulled on his hair, scratched his back, or squeezed around him clued him in to how good he was making you feel
- the first time he fingered you he knelt down between your legs, staring up at you as he pushed his finger into you, "tell me if this feels good, okay?" his eyes never left you, either watching your face or how his finger was being sucked into your pussy, the sight was maddening. a quiet groan escaped him as a second finger slipped inside you, imagining how good you would feel around his dick
- when he went down on you for the first time he was so nervous, but quickly learned something new about himself. he could stay down there for hours. he started off gentle, softly lapping at your clit before moving down to lick from your hole back to your clit, wrapping his lips around it and softly sucking. every noise you made and reaction your body had motivated him to keep going, and when you squeezed your thighs around his head during your orgasm he nearly came in his pants
- he is a tits guy 100%. any size any shape, he is THERE. he loves to grab them or suck on them, literally anything
the feeling hits you, suddenly. you’re sitting on megumi’s bed, your phone in your hand, but you’re not even scrolling anymore. the screen goes dark for a second and your reflection stares back at you, and something in your chest sinks. you don’t like what you see.
it shouldn’t matter this much, but it does, and the more you look, the worse it feels, like every little thing is suddenly too noticeable, too wrong. your grip tightens around your phone before you quickly lock it, like that’ll make the feeling go away. it doesn’t.
megumi notices before you say anything. he’s next to you, close enough that your shoulders are touching, and he tilts his head slightly when you go quiet. “hey,” he says softly, nudging your arm, “what’s going on?”
you shake your head too fast. “nothing.”
he doesn’t move away. “don’t do that.”
you frown a little. “do what?”
“say ‘nothing’ like that,” he replies, quieter now. “you’re not fine.”
your chest tightens, and you look away from him, fingers picking at the sleeve of your hoodie. you weren’t even planning on saying anything, but it slips out anyway. “i just don’t feel pretty.”
the words hang there, heavier than you expected. megumi goes still for a second. “what?”
you shake your head, already wishing you could take it back. “it’s dumb, forget it.” he turns toward you more fully now, his hand coming up to gently stop yours from fidgeting, something he knew you did when u were nervous, “no. don’t just brush it off.”
you hesitate, then look down again. “i don’t know, i just… hate how i look right now. like everything’s wrong.” your voice is quiet, small, like you don’t even want to hear yourself say it.
there’s a pause. then his hand shifts, careful, and he lifts your chin just enough to get you to look at him.
“look at me,” he says. you try not to, but you do, tears beginning to form in your eyes.
his eyes are softer than usual. “you’re wrong,” he says.
you let out a weak breath. “that’s not—”
“no,” he cuts in, . “you are.”
your brows pull together slightly, and you look away again. “gumi—”
“i mean it,” he says, quieter now, his thumb brushing lightly under your eye when you won’t meet his gaze again. “i don’t know what you’re seeing, but it’s not real.”
your throat tightens. “it feels real.”
he pauses for a moment, before moving closer, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you into him without hesitation. your face presses into his chest before you can stop yourself, and his hand comes up to the back of your head, holding you there.
“i know,” he murmurs. “but that doesn’t make it true.”
you grip his shirt a little tighter, your voice muffled. “i just… feel ugly.”
his hold tightens immediately. “don’t say that,” he says, softer but more serious now. “not about you.”
you sniff a little, shaking your head against him. “but it’s how i feel.”
he exhales slowly, like he’s trying to choose his words just right. megumi was never good at this kinda stuff, but he was willing to try for you. he leans down just enough so his voice is closer to you. “then listen to me instead for a second, okay?” you don’t answer, but you also don’t pull away either. he takes that as a green light to continue. his hand comes up to move a strand of hair from your face, studying your expression. “you’re pretty,” he says, like it’s common knowledge. “you always are.”
you squeeze your eyes shut.
“even right now?”
he huffs quietly, almost like he can’t BELIEVE you’re asking that. “yeah,” he says. “especially right now”
your chest feels warm at his sweet words. you stay tucked against him, your grip loosening just a little. he presses a small kiss to the top of your head.
“you don’t have to believe it right now,” he adds quietly. “just don’t talk so down on yourself, okay?”
you nod slightly against him. “okay.”
he doesn’t let go after that. instead, he keeps you close, his hand still moving through your hair, slow and steady, grounding.
and even if the thoughts don’t disappear completely, they don’t feel as loud with him holding you like that.
authors note: i hope you guys enjoy this!! i also hope you’ve been having an awesome 4th of july weekend i know i have! this was also an anon request so tysm to whoever recommended it! im slowly but surely trying to finish most of these up. 😇
Megumi’s dorm room was dark when you walked in, holding a plastic bag with snacks inside. “Hellllo? Anyone here?” You called out, flickering on the bright light to show your boyfriend laying on his bed.
He cringed at the sudden brightness, covering his sleepy eyes from the assault. You turned the lights off, strolling to his bed and plopping down beside the laying form. Your finger poked his cheek, watching as he removed his arm to stare at you.
“Why’re you here?” He mutters, sleep laced in his deep voice. His free hand snaked around to grab your waist, pulling you close to him.
You held up your plastic bag, letting him see the outline of the different varieties of snacks you got. “I got us some snacks so we can watch a movie!” You say enthusiastically, squeaking when he pulled you down to lay on top of his arm.
“Let’s watch it later. First, sleep.” He grunts, burying his face into the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling your shoulder. You giggle, putting down the snacks beside you before sitting up, attempting to pull him up.
“Pleeeease gumi?” You whine. He looks at you with the most deadpan expression ever before dragging his computer onto the bed, grumbling under his breath.
He lets you happily open a streaming service, scrolling to find the perfect movie to watch with your tired boyfriend.
And so, that is how megumi spends his nighttime’s, watching movies that you didn’t want to watch alone at midnight.
contents: various sex positions, mentions of rough sex, overstimulation
satoru gojo:
- satoru loves to push people away and not let them be close to him and this is reflected in the beginning of his relationship(s). he is afraid of being close and this includes physically. he much prefers to get his dick sucked rather than have sex. it feels less intimate, more "no strings attached."
- if he allows himself to be vulnerable with you and not push you away he starts to warm up to more intimate and close positions. for once there isn't infinity between him and another, he can feel you. all of you. he yearns for the skin to skin contact after pushing it away for so long
- he enjoys a basic missionary, but he loves prone bone and spooning. both of these positions allow him the most amount of physical contact that he can get
- he prefers spooning because it's so similar to cuddling. he is able to hold you while he drags his cock in and out of you. his lips hover over your ear and you can feel his warm breath fan across your skin with every moan that he slips. one of his hands rests on your chest, massaging it, occasionally pinching or twisting your nipples. the other lays between your legs lazily toying with your clit. he notices the way you're squeezing around him, you're so close to cumming. "i'm right here baby, let go for me..." he coos, right in your ear. the sound of his voice always got you going, and right now it was what pushed you over the edge into orgasmic bliss
- in prone bone satoru cannot get enough of your whimpers, despite being muffled by the pillow he's pushing your head into. another pillow is placed under your abdomen, so your hips are angled perfectly upwards for him to kiss your sweet spot with each roll of his hips. he presses his chest up against your back, the warmth from his skin seeping into your body. sometimes he can take it painfully, teasingly slow in this position. you can feel all of him with each slow pump of his cock, each ridge and vein imprinting itself into your pussy. when needy whines and pleas start to escape your mouth, you hear him laugh. that bastard. he's not mean though, he gives you exactly what you want
suguru geto:
- suguru likes anything where he is "in charge" and has more control. he typically goes for mating press or doggy
- when he has you in a mating press, he throws your legs over his shoulders and presses his hand around your throat, forcing your head down. the position of your head forces you to maintain eye contact with him. you can feel his cock twitch inside you if you start tearing up while he's forcing eye contact with you. something about it gets him incredibly worked up
- he's huge on overstimulation and watching you cry is physical evidence of how much he's making you feel
- suguru's dark eyes gaze into your teary ones as he thrusts into you, "i know, i know it feels good angel, i've got you. let go for me, okay?" his words are sweet, bringing you comfort. a warm feeling filled your tummy and your pussy was starting to tighten around him. suguru encouraged you to cum and you finally let go, cumming around him
- when he has you bent over in doggy, he pushes your head down into the pillow and keeps a firm grip on your hair. if he asks you how good it feels he pulls your head up by your hair, reminding you to use your words
- suguru's fingers are tangled in your hair while he ruthlessly fucks you, shameless groans fall from his lips each time your pussy tightens around him. "you gonna cum?" he asks, his voice a low drawl. you try to respond, but your face is buried in the pillow. all suguru hears is muffled cries. he shakes his head, "i can't hear you, you're going to have to use your words if you want to cum..." a fake sugary sweet tone coats his voice, and he yanks your head up. between choked moans you cry out, "gonna- gonna cum, suguru-" he nodded, loosening his hold on your hair, and lets you cum
shoko ieiri:
- shoko is fully focused on her partners pleasure, and she loves double stimulation
- she pulls you against her chest, holding your legs apart with her own. she holds a vibrator to your throbbing clit while fucking into you with a dildo. shoko intently listens to every sound you make, paying attention to every response your body makes. your breath begins to catch between your cries, your body feels electric and she knows you're close. before you can tell her how good it feels, she's pulled both toys from you with a soft giggle
- she loves to make you beg for her to go faster or to cum. she can be so unfair, almost mean. she always knows exactly what you want, but will never give it to you right away
- shoko could cum from watching you get off on her thigh. she holds on to your hips and rocks you back and forth, feeling the slick from your pussy gather on her leg. she'll flex the muscle with your movements and listen to you fall apart, "feels good, hm? all you need is my thigh?" her words feel mocking, almost humiliating, but she feels the way your cunt clenches around nothing
utahime iori:
- 69 is utahime's preferred position. even better if there's toys thrown in the mix. she adores pleasuring her partner, and it's even better when she's getting pleasure at the same time
- she is always eager to bury her head between your thighs and make you cum on her tongue. the way she eats you out is gentle and loving. the intimacy of it makes it feel incredible, even if she isn't messy with it. utahime essentially makes out with your pussy and loves to press kisses to your sensitive clit. two of her fingers pump into you as she makes you fall apart. between sucks on your clit she mumbles words of encouragement, "cum, baby, please."
- utahime has a tendency to be a bit of a pillow princess when she isn't in 69
- if you are willing to fuck her with a strap-on she absolutely melts under you. missionary is her favorite position for this. seeing you on top of her while you make her feel good clouds her mind. as your fingers brush her clit it feels so good that she forgets about the constant frustrations of her day, solely focusing on you. she wraps her legs around you, pulling you closer, "feels so- so good..." she whispers. her sounds are so quiet which is a shame, she sounds so sweet
toji fushiguro:
- mating press mating press mating press
- did i mention that toji loves a mating press
- he doesn't even bother to start in missionary, he knows that you're ready to take him completely. toji made you cum on his thick fingers before even thinking about filling you. you feel the callouses on his hands against your legs as he throws them over his shoulders. he spits straight on your pussy before pushing into you
- he knows he's big and he knows that you feel so full in this position. the tip of his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust, fucking you dumb. he can't get enough of it. he keeps a relatively straight expression while keeping his eyes laser focused on your face
- he likes how you can't squirm away from him. he often leans his weight down onto you so you're trapped underneath him, forced to take it. "that's right, take it, doin' so good for me," he'll praise once that fucked out expression takes over your face
- sometimes he will wrap one of his hands around your throat and pound into you, "mhm, you liked that, yeah?." his words make you feel dirty but he isn't wrong. it was evident in the way that your pussy started to spasm when he put pressure on the sides of your neck and a whimper escaped your lips
- if you're mouthing off to him, he loves to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you in doggy. he thrusts his heavy cock into you, over and over, until your attitude is gone. how can you mouth off when your brain is hazy and full of him
- sex with toji is often on the rough side but he can very rarely be soft. he lets you lazily ride him, his hands rest on your hips to guide you. he's mesmerized by the way your tits bounce in his face, sometimes he latches his lips around your nipple. he sucks on it with a satisfied groan, his other hand groping your ass now
kento nanami:
- nanami is very partial to lotus or missionary
- both allow him to feel close to you, he loves intimacy. everything stresses him out, but not you. never you
- with lotus he loves how he can feel your entire body. the skin to skin contact makes him feel dizzy with desire. he can feel every breath you take and every movement of your hips. he holds you steady while you grind into each other, moaning into open mouthed kisses
- he can always tell when you want more from him, but what's the fun in just giving it to you? he makes you give him explicit directions for what you want from him
- "i could make you feel so good, just tell me what you want." nanami is hovering over you, just barely touching you. your nerves are evident in your voice as you trip over your words, "i'm not sure what you're asking me, sweetheart. could you be more clear?" he whispers directly into your ear, his voice deep and low, echoing through your soul
- when he finally pushes into you he watches the way your face contorts in pleasure and says, "see, i told you i could make you feel good." he brings his index finger down to play with your clit while he steadily thrusts into you
- nanami loves making you cum, it feels like a reward. better than any overtime paycheck
hiromi higuruma:
- higuruma really enjoys cowgirl. he can grab at your body wherever he'd like, he has complete access. he's also able to see your face, watching your expression as you grind your hips onto him drives him insane
- an honorable mention for him is you sitting on his face, using him his nose to feel good. he's addicted to the feeling of you grinding on his face, his tongue continually collecting all your juices. savoring the flavor, wishing it could never leave his mouth. after a long day all he wants is for you to let him taste you. somehow all his stress melts away when he's between your legs, especially when you're on top of him
- higuruma is rather basic and enjoys a steady sexual "routine," he goes between the same few positions. if it isn't cowgirl he enjoys missionary or spooning the most. however, if he had a particularly difficult case he likes doggy. he has you bent over the nearest piece of furniture, drilling his aching cock into you as he rants about how terrible his day was. with each complaint his grip on your hips gets tighter and his thrusts more erratic. he doesn't last long, but it helps him to blow off steam
- he will never leave you unsatisfied. if you need to blow off steam he is willing to be used in any way that will make you feel so good that you'll forget about whatever is bothering you. he buries his head between your thighs, occasionally nodding as you vent your frustrations. with each expletive from your mouth, higuruma latches his lips around your clit and sucks down with vigor. to prove that he's listening he will from time to time mumble something along the lines of, "i'm sorry, honey," and then continue sloppily working his mouth on your pussy until you cum
choso kamo:
- choso is a simple man, he enjoys missionary a lot. he likes that he can see your face and can easily lean down to press kisses to your lips whenever he wants
- he adores the intimacy of it. it makes him feel so close to you. he thrusts into you, "fuck, i love you," he growls between moans. choso toys with your clit, he needs to see you feel good, and he wants to feel your pussy squeezing around him once you cum
- he always starts off soft but gradually gets rougher. sometimes he doesn't know his own strength, he's drilling into you while pinning your hands down to the bed. his head is buried in your neck and he bites down. cries of pleasure escape his lips, echoing in your ear. he runs his tongue over every bite to soothe the dull sting, relishing in the way you taste
- choso can be into some mild bondage. to him, it shows a sense of undying trust and loyalty between you two. he ties your hands to the bed and slowly teases you. he loves to see how you squirm under his touch while he worships your body. this goes both ways, he loves when you bind his hands and ride him. he enjoys being completely at your mercy
yuji itadori:
- it is known that yuji is an ass man. for this reason, doggy or reverse cowgirl are his favorite positions. he gets a good view of your ass and is able to grab or slap it as much as he pleases
- the way his dick disappears into you while he watches your ass bounce up and down on him is mesmerizing, he can't take his eyes off it. he's shameless in the way he can't keep his hands off you. and you best believe that he's not keeping quiet, "fuuuuck," groans loudly, "feels so good like this, love watching you too. keep going."
- yuji's favorite part of doggy is seeing how your back arches when he thrusts into you. sometimes he'll playfully smack your ass when you arch into him. you moan out his name when the new angle allows him to perfectly hit your sweet spot, "you like when i do that?" his voice comes out as a growl in your ear. when you don't answer, he'll land another slap to your ass and repeat his question
- yuji is also very into 69. getting his dick sucked while he's eating you out? hell yes. sounds like a perfect night for him. he loves hearing how you struggle to moan with your mouth full of him while his tongue is inside you. he makes sure to give all of your pussy equal attention, licking up from your hole to your clit, and then gently sucking down. he's loud as he works you with his mouth, he's lost in complete ecstasy, moaning into your skin about how your mouth feels amazing around him
- he's quite fond of spooning as well. he can lazily roll his hips into you while being so close, it's perfect right before bed. he peppers your neck with kisses and whispers how he loves you, he doesn't stop the affectionate praise until he feels you cum around him. he pulls you extra close after, holding you tightly until you both fall asleep
megumi fushiguro:
- megumi loves missionary, he doesn't care that it's basic, he loves it. there's so much opportunity for intimacy and closeness. his head feels hazy when you wrap your legs around his waist, and he holds your hand to ground himself
- he likes that he's able to look at you. he keeps his eyes on you at all times, his stare is a bit cold and intense, but it's so megumi. watching how your face contorts in pleasure makes him feel good about himself. he honestly feels like he's worth something
- as megumi thrusts into you, he will lean down and press messy, open mouthed kisses to your lips. he mumbles some praise about how good it feels, but it's all nonsense really. these moments are when he feels the most passion. you two are completely, fully, dedicated to being close with each other. the mutual focus on the others pleasure is an added benefit
- he'd never say it out loud but in his head he considers the way he treats you as making love to you rather than just having sex. that term feels very endearing and personal in his mind, but he could never say it to your face
- he has a tendency to not be super vocal, both in bed and out of it. he's always been a man of few words but in bed he's biting his lip to hold back the moans that want to escape his chest. with some encouragement he slowly starts to let himself make sounds. he feels the way your pussy will tighten around him when he groans in your ear. your reactions make him want to be louder every time
- additionally, i am a firm believer in munch megumi. if he doesn't have you in missionary he loves to be between your legs, eating you out slow and steady. feeling how your body reacts to him, for him, gets him so worked up. he loses his composure and starts devouring you with a newfound vigor. the way you taste has him absolutely pussydrunk, "gonna make you feel so damn good..." he can't even form a full sentence away from your pussy, he's sucking on your clit between words, he can't get enough. the feeling of your legs clamped around his head while you cum is the closest to heaven he thinks he'll ever be, he chases that feeling each time he buries his head between your thighs
yuta okkotsu:
- cowgirl is his favorite by far. it checks off all the boxes: he can see your face, he gets to watch your tits bounce in his face, you can choke him, it feels good for you both
- he can't get enough of you being on top, no matter how many times you ride him he continues to get riled up as if it was the first time
- it heals part of him, knowing that he's wanted. you want him, over and over again. he likes that you can use him to make yourself feel good. he loosely holds your hips, trying to memorize the angle that hits your sweet spot with every thrust. he is wholly dedicated to making you feel the best he can, even if you're the one doing the work
- sometimes he will latch his lips around one of your nipples, gently sucking and circling his tongue around the swollen bud. sucking on your tits is honestly a guilty pleasure for him, he finds so much comfort in it and his brain quiets down, filled with nothing but you
- riding yuta is not a complete experience without choking him. the whimpers he lets out when you wrap your hand around his throat are absolutely divine. it brings him right to the edge every time he feels that pressure on the sides of his neck, it drives him crazy in a way that nothing else does
*ok sooo im on vacay until the 20th so no posting until then but this was a draft I had. Ill post when I get back
On freezing winter nights or after particularly grueling missions, Megumi summons the Divine Dogs just to use them as giant, fluffy heated blankets. He will never admit this to Yuji or Nobara, but the dogs are incredibly spoiled. He keeps a secret stash of high-quality, organic dog treats in his room.
He tried to enforce a strict "no shadow puppets on the furniture" rule when he first got his dorm. It lasted exactly three days. Now, Divine Dog basically owns the bottom half of his bed.
When Megumi is extremely stressed or overthinking, he sits on his floor and meticulously brushes his Divine Dogs. It’s his version of meditation. If anyone walks in, he immediately dismisses them and pretends he was just "maintaining his shikigami."
Megumi complains bitterly every single time Nobara drags him out shopping. He sighs, rolls his eyes, and crosses his arms. Yet, by the end of the day, he is somehow carrying 80% of her shopping bags without even realizing he took them from her.
Yuji once bought him a ridiculously goofy, smiling toad keychain from a gachapon machine. Megumi looked at it with sheer disgust. The next day, it was clipped to his school bag, and it has remained there ever since.
Megumi is a massive bookworm. When he’s deep into a novel, his surroundings completely fade. Yuji and Nobara have learned they can stack random items (empty soda cans, pillows, a sleeping Nue) on his head while he reads, and he won’t notice until he tries to stand up.
He always claims he dislikes sweet things and prefers savory food (like ginger). However, if Tsumiki used to make a specific dessert, or if Yuji bakes something and practically shoves it in his face, Megumi will eat it in tiny, incredibly polite bites, trying hide his satisfied expression.
He is surprisingly meticulous about his tea. He knows the exact steeping times and temperatures for different leaves. If Gojo barged in and ruined his cup by dumping five sugar cubes into it, Megumi would look at him with genuine, cold-blooded betrayal.
Megumi loves the rain. The ambient noise quietens his mind, and it gives him a foolproof excuse to stay in his dorm, drink hot tea, and avoid whatever chaotic scheme Gojo has cooked up for the day.
His hair is already iconic, but his morning bedhead is an absolute natural disaster. He spent years trying to tame it before completely giving up. He now has a highly specific, five-minute routine of just dampening it down enough so it doesn't look like a bird nested in it.
Because he is constantly on high alert, it takes him a long time to wind down and actually fall asleep. But once he does? He sleeps like the dead. He will bury his face entirely under three layers of blankets, completely immune to the morning light.
Fwb!Dabi who doesn’t care what you’re doing, when he texts you to come over he expects you to drop everything to come sit on his dick.
Fwb!Dabi who shows up at your apartment when you don’t answer. He doesn’t care that you’re tired from work, he doesn’t care that you look a mess— He. Doesn’t. Care.
Fwb!Dabi who kisses you so hard your lips feel like they’ll be bruised the next day. His staples scraping against your plump bottom lip each time he pulls back, causing you to chase after the warmth of his kiss.
Fwb!Dabi who nearly rips your clothes off when you whimper his name, your lips are red and your eyes are glassy— how could he not lose his mind? More whines spill from your swollen lips as he eagerly undresses you, warm finger tips popping the buttons on your shirt with more force than necessary.
Fwb!Dabi whose palms grow hotter and hotter as they guide you to straddle his waist. Your warmth seeps through his clothes, igniting the fire that simmers inside of him. You worry he’ll burn you, but that’s all part of the fun… right?
Fwb!Dabi who growls as you grind against him, insisting you’re way too tired to do all the work yourself (as if you’ve done something other than be putty in his hands this whole time). So he slips his hard cock out, groaning at the relief. A bead of pre cum glistens at the tip, smearing against his scorching flesh as you reach between you. Despite your earlier words you take him in your hand, slowly jerking him off as your lips find his once more.
Fwb!Dabi who loses his patience not long after. He’s coiled too tightly and your lazy pace isn’t making things any better. He bites your bottom lip, his palms heating against your skin— it’s the only warning you get before he’s flipping you over onto the bed.
Fwb!Dabi who spends a second admiring the way you look beneath him, skin flushed, hips red from his burning grip, lips swollen and glistening with spit and a glimmer of blood.
Fwb!Dabi who fucks you like he hates you— his hips piston into yours, groaning each time he bottoms out. You can feel the warmth of him as he fucks you, each drag of his cock against your gummy walls feels hotter than the last. Each twitch is followed by another degree of heat that makes your eyes water and your back arch into his fiery touch.
Fwb!Dabi who uses you for what feels like hours, his fingers pinching your clit and his lips and teeth attacking your throat and chest. Dusky purple blotches bloom across your sweaty skin— but you’re completely oblivious to the artistic sin painted across you.
Fwb!Dabi who whispers shallow threats in your ear before biting your lobe, grinning when he feels you shudder under him. “Keep ignoring me and maybe I’ll find someone else to fuck senseless.” And “You don’t want that, do you Princess? Nah, this pussy belongs to me.”
Fwb!Dabi who’s cum feels like liquid fire as it spills inside of you. No matter how many times he’s finished inside of you, you can’t get past the warmth that floods you. He can’t get enough of it either, relishing in the soft needy whimpers you give him as he stuffs his cum back into you with thick scarred fingers.
Fwb!Dabi who leaves your sheets smelling like smoke, ash and sex, vowing that the next time you ignore him he won’t be as kind as he was tonight.
Okay so somehow I kinked my back really bad to where it's just a sharp pain on the back of my left shoulder and side of my neck. And went through 30 min back massage of hell getting the knots out. I almost cried it hurt so bad 😭
Anyways can you do a oneshot of Megumi fucking up his back bad during a mission to where it was instantly noticeable the moment he got back by how awful and stiff his posture is, and reader gives him a massage? Can be totally up to you to add a NSFW happy ending 😏 to it. Thank you so much!!! <3
#deathmetaldreams
Unwinding
Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader
Plot: After Megumi comes home battered and completely locked up from a brutal job in Shinjuku, you work out the agonizing knot in his trap before taking full control in bed to give him the needy, hands-on care he desperately needs
(Megumi is aged up to 21)
Author’s Note: I finally got this done, it was a lot of fun considering I’ve never written for Megumi before. I hope you enjoy @deathmetaldreams love you 😘
The front door dragged shut with a low, heavy sound that felt totally off.
Usually, Megumi coming home to your apartment was almost silent, just the faint click of the lock, the rustle of his jacket, and the light, fluid sound of his boots hitting the entry tile before he kicked them off. But tonight, his steps were uneven. Hesitant. Weighted down.
When you walked out from the kitchen into the hallway, the sight of him made you freeze.
Over the years, Megumi had filled out a lot—his shoulders were broader, his posture taller, and he carried himself with that quiet, grounded weight he always had. Tonight, though, he was practically propping himself against the wall with his right arm. His left arm hung stiffly against his side, pinned awkwardly, and his left shoulder was hiked almost to his ear. His head was tilted off-center to the right, as if trying to hold it straight was an absolute non-negotiable.
"Megumi?"
He couldn't even turn his head properly to look at you. His eyes just shifted in your direction, a subtle, pained crease forming between his brows before he let out a dry breath through his nose.
"Hey," he rasped, his voice rougher and quieter than usual. "I'm back."
"What on earth happened?" You rushed over, reaching up to help him out of his heavy coat.
"Don't—" he winced, a sharp breath catching in his throat the second your fingers brushed his left shoulder. "Just... go easy on that side. Got thrown through a brick retaining wall on a job in Shinjuku. Caught the worst of it across my neck and back."
"Megumi, you look like a statue," you murmured softly, carefully guiding the sleeve off his good arm first before helping him ease out of the left. "You can't even turn your chin. Come on, into the bedroom. Sit on the edge of the mattress."
He grumbled something under his breath about not wanting to make a big deal out of it, but the physical drain won out over his pride. He followed you into the room with stiff, guarded steps, sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed with a low exhale.
Reaching up to pull his dark shirt over his head turned out to be a total nightmare. Halfway through lifting it, the muscle along his neck seized up so hard that a breathless gasp was forced right through his teeth, his whole body freezing in place.
"Hold on, don't force it. Let me," you said gently, stepping between his knees to carefully lift the shirt up over his head and slide it down his arms.
Without his shirt on, the damage was obvious. The thick ridge of muscle running from the base of his neck down across his left shoulder blade was locked in a brutal knot. You could literally see the hard, bunched-up muscle protruding beneath his skin.
You reached for a jar of body oil on the nightstand, rubbing a generous amount between your hands until it was warm and slick.
"This is going to hurt," you warned softly, kneeling on the bed beside him so you could get proper leverage. "Your trap is completely locked up. If we don't work this out tonight, you're not going to be able to move your head tomorrow."
"Just do what you need to do," Megumi muttered, resting his forearms on his knees and letting his head hang slightly forward.
When your oiled palms first pressed into his bare back, his skin flinched at the sudden touch. But as you started sweeping long, firm strokes up his spine and across his shoulders, his body slowly began to yield under your hands, a long, shuddering sigh slipping past his lips.
Then you set your thumbs right over the center of the knot.
The second you leaned forward and dug your weight into the focal point of the spasm, Megumi’s hands slammed into the bedsheets, his knuckles instantly turning stark white.
"Fuck—" a sharp, grated hiss ripped from his throat, his back reflexively tensing against the pain.
"Breathe through it, Megumi. Don't fight me," you coaxed, keeping your voice calm and steady as you held firm pressure against the knot. "Let it melt under the heat. If you tense up, it's just going to hurt worse."
"It feels like a rock," he groaned out, burying his face into the crook of his elbow. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead as the deep-tissue work dug into the raw muscle. Every slow, grinding stroke sent a searing ache shooting up the side of his neck. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"I'm trying to fix you," you whispered, shifting your weight to press your elbow directly into the thick ridge of his trap, slowly breaking down the tight bands of muscle millimeter by millimeter.
For nearly thirty minutes, the room was quiet save for the soft drag of your hands, the rustle of the sheets, and Megumi’s heavy, strained breathing every time you hit a tender spot. Bit by bit, under the continuous heat and pressure, the stubborn tightness finally began to give. The hard lump beneath your hands softened, dissolving from sharp, agonized tension into a heavy, glowing ache.
You finished with broad, sweeping strokes across his shoulders before wiping off the excess oil with a soft towel.
Megumi slowly lifted his head, his dark hair messy and falling over his eyes. He carefully rotated his neck to the left—testing the movement inch by inch—until his jaw cleared his shoulder completely without a single wince.
A quiet, disbelieving exhale escaped him. "God... that's so much better."
"Told you," you smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the warm skin between his shoulder blades.
That simple touch broke whatever quiet restraint Megumi had left. The sheer relief, mixed with the lingering heat radiating through his muscles, left him completely pliable and undone. He turned on the mattress, his dark blue eyes heavy, glazed, and filled with a quiet, needy look as he looked up at you.
Instead of taking charge like he normally would, he reached out with slightly trembling fingers, pulling softly at the hem of your shirt with a silent plea in his eyes.
"Don't go..." he rasped, his voice thick and quiet. "Please... stay right here."
"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered, leaning in to brush your hand over his cheek. "Do you want more?"
A dark flush spread across his cheekbones. Megumi leaned right into your palm, letting out a soft, shaky breath as his eyes fluttered shut. "Yes... please. Take care of me."
You took the lead completely, gently pushing him back until he was lying flat on his back against the pillows. His chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven breaths, his dark hair messy against the white bedding. When you peeled off your clothes and straddled his hips, Megumi let out a quiet, needy whine, his hands coming up to grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he was holding on for dear life.
"You look so good like this," you murmured, leaning down to trace your lips along his jawline down to his throat. "So open for me."
"Fuck..." Megumi gasped, his head rolling back into the mattress as your hands slid down to pull away his pants, exposing him completely. He was already hard, slick pre-cum leaking from his tip, throbbing with quiet anticipation. "Please... I need you."
You didn't make him wait. Guiding his length to your entrance, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him in one full, agonizingly slow stroke.
Megumi’s hips bucked upward on pure instinct before settling back down, a loud, raspy moan torn straight from his chest. His hands flew from your waist to grip your wrists, his long fingers locking with yours, pinning his own hands against the bed as he gave up control entirely.
"Ah—god, you're so tight..." Megumi whimpered, his eyes blowing wide before heavy eyelids drooped with sheer bliss. His chest heaved beneath you as you began to move.
You took your time, setting a slow, deliberate pace that ground your hips right against his sweet spot. Every full, rolling stroke drew a breathless sound from him—soft, helpless moans and needy hitches in his breath that he was way too far gone to hide.
"Look at you," you murmured softly, leaning down so your hair brushed against his collarbone. "Such a good boy for me tonight... just taking everything."
Hearing those words completely shattered what little composure he had left. A deep red blush rushed all the way down his neck and chest. Megumi whined, tossing his head side to side while his hips twitched helplessly beneath you.
"More..." he choked out, his grip on your hands tightening until his knuckles turned pale. "Please, sweetheart—faster... grind into me..."
You obliged, picking up the pace until the room filled with the quiet, wet sounds of your bodies colliding and the heavy, desperate drag of his breathing. You arched your back, riding him deeper, feeling him throb inside you with every downward press.
Megumi was completely at your mercy, totally overwhelmed by the intensity. His toes curled into the sheets, his hips lifting to meet your thrusts in a messy, eager rhythm as he chased the edge you were holding him on.
"I'm... I'm so close—fuck, I'm going to cum," Megumi sobbed out, his voice cracking with unfiltered need. He looked up at you with wide, tear-sheened eyes, completely exposed. "Can I? Please... let me..."
"Cum for me, Megumi," you commanded softly, leaning down to catch his lips in a messy, deep kiss right as you rolled your hips one last time against him.
That was all it took. Megumi shuddered violently beneath you with a low, broken groan, his back arching off the mattress as he came hard, hot spurts pulsing deep inside you over and over. The sheer force of his climax set off yours immediately; you clamped tight around him, gasping into his mouth as intense waves of pleasure crashed through you, squeezing every drop out of him.
Afterward, Megumi sank back into the pillows, completely spent, his chest heaving in shallow, trembling pants. He was glowing with a light sheen of sweat, looking up at you with soft, dazed affection.
Slowly, you eased off him, collapsing onto his good side. The second you settled down, Megumi reached out with a heavy, relaxed arm, pulling you tight against his chest and burying his face right into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing soft, grateful kisses against your skin.
"Thank you..." he breathed softly, his voice muffled against your skin as his breathing finally started to even out. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," you whispered, gently running your fingers through his damp hair. "How's your back feeling now?"
Megumi let out a low, sleepy chuckle, his chest expanding against your hand as he drifted off. "Never felt better."
⁂ random hot things guys do that i think are megumi-coded. part I
aged up megumi. sfw and nsfw. minors dni
☼ when he’s training, sweat dripping down his face and he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow, giving you a little peek of his abs. he catches you admiring and there’s the subtlest look of confidence behind his eyes.
☼ when you’re out with friends and he can tell by the subtle changes in your face that you’re feeling a little anxious; he nudges his foot against yours under the table to let you know he sees you and he’s here.
☼ when he’s got you wrapped around his cock, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he thrust into you at a deliberately slow pace. he buries his face in your neck, trying to muffle the grunts that leave his lips because you feel so good.
☼ when you’re cooking in the kitchen and he’s having withdrawals from you, ones he’d never admit out loud. so he comes up behind you, hands resting on your waist as he plops his chin lightly on your shoulder and watches you cook.
☼ when you’re making out, sitting all pretty in his lap with your arms wrapped around his shoulders. his hands are at your waist and his thumbs trace intricate patterns along your skin as he slides them up your body until they reach the strap of your bra.
☼ when you’re in a rush to leave because you’re gunna be late for work and you give the tiniest of pecks. but that’s not enough for him and he grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer so he can really taste the lip gloss on your lips before he has to say goodbye.
☼ when you dress up for him and his icy gaze locks onto yours before trailing down your body in appreciation. you don’t miss the split second of him biting his lip because you look so good damn sexy.
☼ when he silently steps in front of you to shield from anything he deems a threat. he reaches one hand behind him to grip yours and pull you against his back.
I feel like this is such a random thing to write about but I find it hot so who gaf
Izuku
I feel like he does this a lot. Mainly at the start of the relationship since he is most likely a raging virgin, he's just very nervous around you and your pussy is just too warm and wet for him to cope!!
He apologizes over and over and really tries to improve his endurance for your sake and his own.
Katsuki
He came the moment he lost his virginity. Kats face got so red and bushy and he kept making excuses. It was obvious he was embarrassed. If you teased him about it, even now, he wouldn't hesitate to start blowing things up.
He did eat you out as an apology though.
Much better at lasting now since he refuses to live through that shame again. Even if you tell him it doesn't matter.
Eijiro
His face goes as red as his hair. He doesn't usually finish this quickly. He must have really gotten carried away. After a few moments of stunned silence the man laughs it off. Chuckling to himself awkwardly. "Man! This was not how it was meant to go down!"
He then also eats you out as an apology!
Shoto
Shoto has never had any experience before you so his skills were lacking. When he came only a couple minutes after pushing in he stayed in place, occasionally rocking his tired hips into you without notice.
He went quiet for a moment before suddenly getting really embarrassed. He pulls out and doesn't look you in the eye. Apologising, he promises that he will make it up to you.
It then becomes his life goal to make you cum as many times as possible.
Denki
Not ashamed of himself at all. That man will finish quickly and loudly.
Good thing about Denki though, he is a big fan of overstimulation. He will let you use his body over and over until you cum and his dick is shooting blanks. He adores the feeling of being used til he's a pathetic sobbing mess. It turns him on so much.
dom!Sukuna who’s fine with you touching yourself, so long as you don’t put anything inside... nsfw 18+ mdni.
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“You’re soaked. Really gave her a workout, hm?”
His thumb swiped between your legs slowly, lazily. Just enough to graze over your clit, still perked and twitching with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
He paused a moment just to watch you clench around nothing, to indulge in the feeling of your clit pulsing beneath his thumb before his touch dipped lower. Calloused fingertips traced around your entrance, smearing the slick left drooling there in the wake of your nth orgasm.
“But not here, right?” He questioned, voice nothing but a deep rumble as he teased at your rim.
You shook your head slowly, feeling dizzy and a little breathless. Brain fuzzy now with the delicate brush of his fingers tracing your neglected entrance, and the way his voice felt over your ears - silky and utterly decadent.
“Of course not,” he soothed, voice still low, painfully intimate, “because only I’m allowed inside, isn’t that right, pet?”
As the last word left him, his wrist finally moved. Two thick fingers slipping inside with an ease that made your stomach drop and your pulse leap to a frenzied thrum. Your body welcomed the contact, sucked the length of him inside greedily until you felt the heel of his palm grind against you.
“Yes sir…” you breathed, nothing but a whisper as you watched the muscle in his forearm jump from beneath half-lidded lashes. Listening to the slurry of wet noises he was beginning to draw from you, and huffing out a choked little gasp each time his palm kissed your sticky clit.
His fingers curled with an obscene ‘squelch!’, petting somewhere deep and tender that had your lashes fluttering closed and a shaky breath escaping from between your parted, raw-bitten lips.
“That’s a good girl,” he purred, savouring the sight of your chin hitting your chest as you began to melt into the mattress, the feeling of your pussy clenching desperately around his digits - blindly chasing a pleasure only he could provide.
𑣲 sucking katsuki off under the desk during his meeting. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the glow of the laptop screen lit up katsuki’s face, showing him looking perfectly professional in a crisp button-up shirt while secretly miserable during a two-hour zoom meeting.
hidden below the desk line, the camera couldn't see that he was wearing nothing but black boxers. after all, he was in the comfort of his home.
he leaned back in his chair with a cocky smirk, his crimson eyes completely ignoring the boring charts to glance at you.
you stood in the doorway just out of the camera's view with your arms crossed, growing more impatient by the second after trying to get his attention for the past twenty minutes.
a quiet huff escaped his nose, completely amused by how annoyed you were. ignoring your frantic hand signs, he shifted his weight just to show off how relaxed he was.
his relaxation didn't last long when you checked the screen to see what was out of frame and vanished from his peripheral vision.
his smirk faltered for a second when he looked down, only to see you already crawling silently under the heavy oak desk like a shadow.
"moving on to the quarterly budget projections for the musutafu district." the speaker’s voice on the call filled the quiet room.
katsuki felt your warm hands slide up his bare thighs as you reached for him. he instantly stiffened in his chair, fighting to keep his focus on the zoom meeting, but he could already feel his dick hardening and straining against his boxers.
his fingers gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as you palmed him through his boxers before slowly tugging them down.
before he could even give a silent warning, you wrapped your mouth around him.
the warmth of your throat overwhelmed him immediately. a sharp hiss caught in his throat, but he managed to choke it back at the last second and mask it as a rough cough. he quickly muted his microphone before they could hear anything else.
"Is everything alright, dynamight?" the agency director asked, noticing his posture on the screen.
katsuki's jaw clenched hard as a deep heat ran up his neck. underneath the desk, you swirled your tongue right around the tip, looking up through your lashes with pure mischief. you knew exactly what you were doing to him.
"fine." he managed to growl out, unmuting his mic for a split second before slamming it back on mute. his voice was way deeper and raspier than usual—thick and strained.
his professional composure was completely starting to shatter. he leaned forward and buried his face in his hand, pretending to overthink the budget charts while trying to hide his expression. his eyes fluttered shut as a quiet "fuck.." slipped past his lips.
his other hand crept down, threading his fingers through your hair to guide your movements.
you picked up the pace, bobbing your head rhythmically with your lips tight around him, sucking him in deep. he didn't give a damn about the zoom meeting anymore, he was ready to log off with a cheap excuse at any second.
"can't even wait, can you?" he groaned.part of him wanted to pull you off, to discipline you for being so reckless and impatient, but his fingers did the exact opposite—pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "fuckin' tease."
a mix of pleasure and frustration hooded his eyes as he looked down. whenever a colleague on the call asked a question, he had to forcefully lock every muscle in his body just to nod sharply, breathing in short, ragged puffs through his nose.
"gonna ruin you the second i'm off this call." his hips twitched up on instinct as he watched you intently with the silent promise burning in his eyes, knowing he was seconds away from filling your throat.
you were going to pay for this the very second he clicked leave meeting.
shoto’s abrupt and blunt manner of speaking still catches you off guard once in a while, and you practically spit out the drink he’d ordered for you before picking you up all over the dashboard of his nice (and most importantly, spotless) car. keeping it in, you then turn to him to catch his eyes not even off the road, and you get the sense he’s neither angry nor confessing, but there’s something else he’d like to discuss.
“um… were they used?”
“no idea. i dodged.”
you chuckle, taking another draw of your iced beverage.
“insane reflexes from our very best hero, of course.”
this does crack a smile and a glance from him.
“it did get me thinking though…” he adds, gripping the wheel gently.
“about what?”
he looks at you again, eyes pensive for a moment then quickly turning back to the road, his voice softening low.
“i want to buy you lingerie.”
your eyes flutter quickly, then your face warms.
“that’s the first thing you thought of after that happens?!”
“yeah, because if i’m going to get panties thrown at me, i’d rather they be yours.”
MeanBf!Toji laying you flat on your stomach with you legs pressed together. He tells you to hold your ass cheeks open for him so he can drill his dick even deeper. It’s hard because his strokes are deep and relentless and you’ve already came twice! Your third orgasm is coming quick because he’s making sure hit that spot he knows all too well.
MeanBf!Toji yanking at your hair every time your hands slip. You whine and babble about how you’re sorry and you’re close and how you’re so so sorry for being bitch to him earlier, but he only fucks you harder. Now you’re cuming hard and you’re out of your fucking mind if you think he’s stopping.
MeanBf!Toji who watches you completely fall apart on his dick. He likes you like this though. Overstimulation, puffy lips and tears look way better on you then a shitty attitude.
MeanBf!Toji who when you cry out that it’s too much, tells you to shut the fuck up and take because brats don’t get to tap out.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks who definitely walks with his arm resting on your waist his hand in your back pocket
⟢ boyfriend!hawks doesn’t own a car cause he flys everywhere but loves carrying you so it’s fine. you don’t mind either cause you trust him with your life but you also like teasing him and play with his feathers
⟢ boyfriend!hawks likes when you sit on his lap. if you don’t sit on his lap he has you close to him, arms reach at all times. he always has to be touching you, doesn’t matter where or who’s around. could be his hand resting on your thigh, knees grazing each other’s, arm around you, hands on your waist literally anything; as long as he’s touching you.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks is a softy at home. he loves coming home and laying his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. he even drifts to sleep sometimes.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks is a thigh/ass man for sure. he loves using your thighs as a pillow and will even bite them. he is always touching your ass and smacking it every chance he gets.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks will grab your hands and dance with you around the house.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks will wrap his wings around you if you’re really cold. especially outside, he’ll use them to block the wind/rain from you.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks lets you preen his feathers for him if he’s too tired. is he worked up after and need to fuck you? totally.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks likes taking you out at night and flying to the tops of building and just talking with you. doesn’t matter what the talk is about or what building, just as long as you’re with him.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks feather play.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks is an EATER idgaf. he will always want to eat you out but he loves it when you fully commit and sit on his face. he loves holding you down and eating until your crying.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks i feel will use his feathers to keep yours hands up and/or keeping your legs open.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks is a sensual pleaser. he loves going slow and is real rhythmic. he knows how to use his hips and likes “making love” rather than a dirty fuck (he’s always down for a quick and rough fuck though)
roommate katsuki! who is the star player on the college basketball team…and the guy you also happen to share an apartment with.
roommate katsuki! who didn’t speak to you for the first couple of weeks except for an occasional ‘hey’ when you bump into each other late at night.
roommate katsuki! who steals your plush blanket from the couch, claiming it’s more comfortable to sleep with at night.
roommate katsuki! who starts waiting up for you every night, playing it off as watching game film or studying plays.
roommate katsuki! who gets a little too superstitious when one of his teammates come over and make it a point to speak with you. (or look, for that matter)
roommate katsuki! who has an insane attraction to you, but keeps it to himself in fear of making things awkward between you two.
roommate katsuki! who lied and told you he had someone coming over just for your reaction. only to be pissed off entirely when you don’t come home at all.
roommate katsuki! who insists on you coming to his next game. leaving you his away jersey to wear, name plastered in big, bold font across the back. letting everyone know who exactly gave it to you.
roommate katsuki! who would never admit he cares, but somehow your favorite food and drinks appear at your bedroom door after a rough day at work. “wonder what idiot did that.” he grumbles when confronted about where they came from.
roommate katsuki! who purposely leaves things in your room just for a reason to come back. whether it’s his charger, laptop, or even something such as his underwear he “accidentally” dropped while putting away your laundry.
roommate katsuki! who starts showing up after your shift at the campus cafe to bring you home. …just in case any of the dumbasses around get ideas and mistake you for theirs instead of his.
roommate katsuki! who walks in on you showering one night and doesn’t leave right away, eyes scanning over every crevice of your skin, even ones you can’t see yourself, before finally leaving with a small huff of “fuck. my bad.” and quickly slamming the door shut.
roommate katsuki! who spends days on end replaying the image of you in the shower, burned into the back of his brain. leaving no room for thoughts of basketball, classes, or anything else.
roommate katsuki! who finally loses all composure when he comes home late one night, completely and utterly exhausted from the day he’s had. only to find you in nothing but a small t-shirt and your very tight, very thin underwear.
roommate katsuki! who takes you right there. months of lingering tension finally easing with every snap of his hips. messy. filthy. but oh, such sweet things whispered into your ear.
roommate katsuki! who can’t get enough of you after that. every chance he gets, he’s touching you. kissing you. making love to you.
roommate katsuki! who sure as hell doesn’t remember why you ever had separate bedrooms in the first place.
an: this is way diff from my usual but i made an smau ab this on tiktok and felt this was needed as well so:))
